All language subtitles for FBI_ International 1x20 - Black Penguin (English)

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And I'm the queen of England.

Your Majesty.

Thomas.

Tanja.

So how long have you
been in Berlin, Thomas,

throwing parties you don't wanna attend?

Two years.

Artist?

Student.

At Kunstgut.

You must have rich parents.

I mean, this quarter is very posh.

I didn't meant to...

It's fine.

I've been running away
from that my whole life.

Good.

Yeah.

My friend Noah, it was
his idea to celebrate.

I got into DAAD.

- It's this fancy...
- I know what DAAD is.

I have artist friends who'd
give up their kidney to get in.

Yeah.

My parents, they aren't so enthusiastic.

You don't look like someone

who cares what your parents think.

I don't.

Late as usual.

If you say Thomas gets it

from my side of the family,

I'm gonna have Levinson
take you out to the alley.

Your dad was late to our wedding.

By five minutes.

Thomas?

Oh, for God's sake.

Thomas?

Thomas!

Gabriel!

Gabriel!

Thomas! Thomas!

You've gotta help him.

Levinson, call an ambulance!

- What's happening to him?
- I don't... I don't know!

Do something!

Is he breathing?

- Please, hang on, baby.
- Thomas!

- Thomas!
- Thomas!

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He had no cause to fire you.

Smit didn't need cause.

He needed an opportunity,
and he took it.

Why's he have it out for you?

We had a joint case.

An organized crime outfit running
a prostitution ring across Germany.

That case made Smit's career.

He arrested the ringleader
and was promoted.

But I had reason to believe
that he was working both sides

and paid off the right people.

You filed a report?

Damn right I did.

It was supposed to be confidential,

but nothing happened.

I was soon hired by Europol
and put it all behind me.

But then, two years ago, Smit
joined Europol as a senior director.

I knew it was a matter of
time before he came for me.

What a bastard.

I have two weeks left.

I'm still fighting.

In German, it means "the
song is not yet over."

- Ambassador?
- Ambassador.

Uh, this is the U.S. ambassador
to Hungary, Frank DeLillo.

Katrin Jaeger, our Europol liaison.

- Katrin.
- Nice to meet you.

And this is the U.S. ambassador

to Germany, Amy Schwartz.

Special Agent Jamie Kellett.

We need to speak to Scott
Forrester right away.

I've never had one ambassador
in my office, much less two.

And since you're here in person,

I'm guessing you need
something urgently?

And with discretion.

An American art student
studying in Berlin

was found unresponsive this afternoon.

Drug overdose.

- Dead?
- Hospitalized.

In critical condition.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that,

but this sounds like a
job for Bundespolizei.

The father of the boy is Gabriel Watts.

The billionaire.

And he wants answers.

Oh, well, I'm sorry

to waste your time, ambassadors,

but we're not a rich man's
personal detective serv...

This would be a personal favor

to the president of the United States,

who called me directly this morning.

If you need further convincing,

I'm happy to phone the
director of the FBI.

You'll receive any assistance you need

from the German National
Police in Berlin.

Thomas Watts, a
19-year-old kid found OD'd

in his apartment in Berlin
two days before his graduation.

His parents flew in from Palo Alto.

Thomas was supposed
to meet them for lunch.

They went to his apartment
when he didn't show.

If they had arrived five minutes later,

their son would've been dead.

Zero posts. Thousands of followers.

Mostly likely spillover traffic

from his dad's social media footprint.

Gabriel Watts, founder
of Force Innovation.

Seventh richest person in the world

with a net worth of $62.5 billion.

Imagine having to live up to all that.

A privileged kid OD'ing
isn't exactly uncommon.

Not to speak out of turn,
but why are we on this?

$62.5 billion. That's why.

I do not like this, either,
so let's just figure out

where the kid got the
drugs as soon as possible

and be done with it.

I've just spoken with the BKA in Berlin.

They are expecting us.

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Danke, Leon.

This is Special Agent
Scott Forrester of the FBI,

Special Agents Kellett, Raines, and Vo.

Leon Honsel, Senior Chief Inspector,

Berlin Police.

You may use our conference room

if that satisfies you.

- It does.
- This way, please.

How long have you worked in Narcotics?

Five years, as of one month ago.

Six months as Senior Chief Inspector.

Any word on Thomas
Watts' toxicology report?

Yes, he had oxycodone in his system

and trace amounts of fentanyl.

Fentanyl is quite rare here.

We call it "America's problem."

Fentanyl is a supplier's dream:

a fraction of the cost and
exponentially more addictive.

Have you seen a spike in
fentanyl ODs in Germany?

No, no.

Thomas Watts' exposure was
an anomaly, I assure you.

Here we are.

- Danke, Leon.
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All right. Everybody, unload here.

Raines, Vo, I want you to
head to Thomas' apartment.

See what you can find that
might point to a dealer.

Friends, neighbors, scraps of paper,

anything that BPOL already
has, I wanna know about it.

Kellett, you and me are
gonna head to the hospital

to interview the parents.

And Jaeger, if you've
got contacts outside

of Bundespolizei, now would be the time.

Senior Chief Inspector Honsel
seemed a little quick to deny

fentanyl overdoses are happening here.

I caught that as well.

I'll reach out to my counterparts

at Interpol in Berlin, okay?

Okay.

You ready?

Mr. and Mrs. Watts?

I'm Special Agent Scott Forrester.

This is Special Agent
Jamie Kellett with the FBI.

Finally. Uh, Gabriel Watts.

My wife, Marian.

And this is, uh, Mark
Levinson, personal security.

He's been with the family for 15 years.

He's cleared to hear
anything pertaining to...

Cleared by whom?

By me.

I'm sorry this happened
to Thomas, Mrs. Watts.

You'll find who poisoned him?

That's why we're here.

I know what you're thinking.

Affluent son rebels against his parents,

but that's not Thomas.

He never caused us trouble.

He never dabbled in drugs.

He never asked for a dime.

Not that we didn't
want to give him more.

You know, I tried.

I begged him.

When he said he was moving to Berlin,

I said, "Private
security. Personal driver."

Thomas rejected all those things.

He said that he was an adult now

and he could make his own decisions.

He craved normalcy.

You have kids?

No.

Listen to me when I tell you

that you would give everything,
every dollar you have,

every... every stitch
of clothing you own,

every fiber of your being
to keep your son safe.

And then he grows up and you can't.

My parents were very practical.

So when Thomas was
accepted into art school,

I convinced Gabriel to let him go.

It was both of our decisions.

It was the right thing to do.

We are just beginning our investigation.

But I have to ask,

can either of you think of anyone

who would've targeted
Thomas specifically?

Why?

Personal grudge.

To get to you, your
money, through your son?

No. No one.

Thomas makes friends wherever he goes.

Ah, we haven't found
evidence of opioids on-site,

but CSS are sending samples
to the lab for testing.

Security cameras?

The building has one camera

in the lobby, and uh, there
are two security cameras

in the foyer across the street.

We have been using them to
identify the guests at the party.

They're en route to give statements.

We'll explore in the meantime.

Oh, yes, yes, please. Anything you need.

Raines, how many shirts
do you have in your closet?

Couple dozen.

More than this?

Witnesses are here in case
you would like to assist us

in conducting the interviews.

We would.

Finn Mueller.

Graduated from Berlin Art
Institute seven years ago.

Now living in Munich.

What were you doing at a party here?

I work for DAAD.

Yes, in Munich.

Maybe you don't know it.

Deutscher Akademischer Austauschdienst.

German Academic Exchange Service.

- I know it.
- Ah, yeah. Excuse me.

I work, uh, in admissions with DAAD.

He was... he was quite
an impressive artist.

I advocated for Thomas,
so when he was accepted,

I came to Berlin to congratulate him.

- How long did you stay?
- Half hour.

Like you said, I wasn't
going to hang around

university students all night.

Did you observe any
drug use at the party?

With artists there's
always that possibility.

I did not observe it
directly, though, no.

None of it makes sense.
Tom is so straight-laced.

One beer and he's
passed out on the couch.

You know his parents won't let me

into the hospital to see him?

Family only. Unbelievable.

I'm Thomas' closest friend.

- How'd you meet?
- First week of school.

Tom was introverted.

Never told any of us his
last name or whose son he was.

And we didn't care.

He was just Tom, you know?

Eventually, he admitted his dad
bought him this posh Mitte flat.

Made me swear to keep it a secret.

What can you tell us about the party?

It was just a few friends celebrating.

There were over 100
photos from that night

tagged at this location.

You didn't let me finish.

I tried to keep things small.

12 people maximum.

But then social media,
and a party is a party.

Is it not this way everywhere?

It was a blank canvas before the party.

I'm sure of it.

You know her?

Tom was talking to a girl.

I didn't recognize her,

but she had dark hair like that sketch.

And she was wearing black,
how do you say, um, army boots.

She seemed older. Maybe 25.

I saw them come in
here, but I only caught

the back of her head.

When did they return?

They didn't.

It is so rare for
Thomas to be with a girl,

much less a stranger.

I wasn't going to throw off his vibe.

But when he didn't come home...

Home?

I meant to say, um...

Noah, I know Tom doesn't live here.

Bureau's empty, no
laptop, no person effects.

Only art supplies.

He may paint here, but
he doesn't live here.

Tom has a flat in Kreuzberg.

He said his parents would never
let him live in that quarter.

This is Thomas' idea of slumming it?

Look in all the drawers.

Don't stop until you find something.

There's nothing here.

Tear this place apart if you have to.

Drop the gun.

Drop it.

Scott Forrester and Jamie Kellett, FBI.

We are on official
business with Bundespolizei.

Lower your weapons.

Everybody, stand down.

Put away the hardware.

We're all on the same team.

What the hell is this? What is going on?

These guys work for Gray Desert.

- Oh, man.
- It's nothing personal.

Gabriel Watts has employed
them for many years.

He's asked for reassurances, safeguards.

That's not how this works.

Well, my understanding is,
the FBI is here as guests

to the German government, correct?

If you need confirmation,
I'd be happy to make...

They are contaminating an
avenue of investigation.

Tossing this place is a damn raid.

Any chance we have of
finding evidence is now gone.

I'm just following Gabriel
Watts' directives, same as you.

- Same as me?
- We don't work for Watts.

I'll rephrase that.

Just wanna find out who gave Thomas

a hot batch of OxyContin.

That is our only agenda here.

Hey! Uh-uh.

Per Mr. Watts' instruction,

Gray Desert reviews everything first.

Now, I'd be happy to share our
findings if you'll reciprocate.

The Berlin police...

Senior Chief Inspector
Honsel gave us his consent.

Electronic devices belonging to Thomas

are Gabriel Watts'
extended personal property.

Then maybe you didn't hear us before.

We do not work for Gabriel Watts.

Then I suggest you take
that up directly with him.

You contacted every
politician that you know

to bring in the FBI,
and then you went off

and started your own
private investigation.

That's my son in there.

I leveraged all resources at my disposal

to find out who did that to my boy.

Identify multiple possible solutions.

That's how you increase productivity.

That's how you innovate.

You're undermining our
investigation and slowing us down.

Gray Desert will send that laptop

and that phone to Tel Aviv.

They will crack it, yes,
and they will be thorough,

but it will take three days minimum.

We have an agent on our team
right now, here in Berlin,

who will have them spilling their
secrets in one hour, guaranteed.

Give Agent Forrester what he needs.

Sir, the folks at Gray Desert...

Do it, Mark.

- Ilse, thanks for meeting me.
- Always, Katrin.

You were at Bundespolizei
before Interpol, yes?

I was.

What can you tell me about

Senior Chief Inspector Leon Honsel?

He's not corrupt.

Just in over his head
and desperate to please.

How so?

His father's in Parliament.

Say no more.

I've been considering
your American overdose.

What's this?

I've cross-referenced guests at
the party with previous arrests.

Yes, yes, yes. We already did that.

Oh, I know, Katrin.

So I cross-referenced guests
with previous hospitalizations.

Maybe Thomas' supplier
is a user himself.

And can lead you to the drug lord.

Katrin.

Ugh, not now.

While you are a Europol investigator,

you still report to me.

And that's what's missing: reports.

The United States' president
is personally asking Europol

for updates on this case.

I have nothing to tell my supervisor.

Herr Smit, I will say this clearly

so there will be no mistake.

This is my last case,
and I intend to solve it.

Politics.

Thomas' laptop,

completely vanilla on the surface.

Schoolwork, family photos.

But then, a one-key recovery partition

he didn't want anyone to
find with active social media

under a pseudonym.

Thomas wanted to separate
his talent from his last name.

Go back to his social media.

Any new followers after the party?

37.

There.

Tanja Kessler.

Graduated from Freie
University six years ago.

She's an artist like Thomas,

but doesn't seem to
have had as much success.

Got an address.

Berlin's supposed to be
a mecca for young artists,

but it's unaffordable
unless you get accepted

into a fancy residency
or you have rich parents.

Or talent.

- I'm sorry. What's this about?
- Thomas Watts.

How well did you know him?

We only met a couple of nights ago.

There was a party at his apartment.

Heard about it on Snap.

So you wandered into
a stranger's apartment

and ended up talking to a kid all night

whose dad happens to be
worth what, $62 billion?

I knew none of that.

Tell us how you got talking.

Uh, I was on my way out.

Party wasn't my taste.

But then I looked over and I see Thomas.

He was just as bored as me.

We had a really nice time.

Or I had a really nice time.

I thought I'd hear
from him after, but...

He's in the hospital.

Overdosed.

What?

Just walk us through what happened.

What, is he okay?

We don't know.

Um...

Thomas told me he got into DAAD.

That might mean nothing to you,

but it's a huge deal for artists.

So I said, "Let's celebrate."

I meant drinks, but
he brought out drugs.

He did?

Yes.

Had you done oxys before?

I won't pretend to be a white flower.

Thomas, though, he seemed conservative.

I was surprised.

But then he took out two pills,
and we each swallowed one.

Just one?

At the start.

Then Thomas became manic.

He started saying, "I wanna draw you.

Let me draw you."

Thomas had his easel and charcoals out.

Then he took more and more pills.

I kept asking if he was okay,

but he just kept drawing
like he was possessed.

So what, he got sick and you just left?

No.

The sun came up.

Thomas said he was sleepy

so I told him to call
me, and I went home.

I liked him.

You know that feeling
when you first meet someone

and they just see you?

Sure.

You know how rare that is?

Did he tell you where he got the drugs?

He said someone was in
town and hooked him up.

No misdemeanors, no unusual
credit card activity,

no regular cash withdrawals.

Inherited some money
after her grandmother died.

No employment history since.

She's pointing the finger
at someone outta of town

who supplied Thomas
with the drugs, so...

Ah.

What?

Finn Mueller.

He came in from Munich
to congratulate Thomas

on his acceptance to the
art residency, correct?

That's what he said.

Well, Finn Mueller has
been in Berlin before.

You didn't tell us that you
overdosed in Berlin six months ago.

Why keep that detail from us?

I knew you would react like this.

With judgment.

I'm not a dopehead, okay?

Your toxicology report
said you had enough opioids

in your system to
knock out a school bus,

yet you survived because
you build up a tolerance.

Tell us again you're not a dopehead.

I was clean for a whole year.

Hardest thing I've ever done.

Yeah, stress triggers relapses.

I've a new job where
artists' futures depend on me.

The pills... they helped.

You dropped by Thomas' house
to congratulate him, right?

Did you try to help him too?

Every day I wake up, my brain fights

to deprive my body of
what feels like air.

I would never pull anyone into that.

The information you have

could help us find
whoever did this to him.

Everything works through apps now.

By referral only.

Super high-end, as easy as Uber Eats.

And you were Thomas' referral?

No. I just told you. No.

We're gonna need that app.

It's Schwarzer Pinguin.

"Black Penguin" in English.

But it's useless without a code.

Every week, they change
the referral code.

Without it, you can order all you want,

but you won't get a response.

So get the code for us.

There's no drug-ordering app
on either side of the partition

on Thomas' laptop.

On his phone then?

The bodyguard only handed us a laptop.

What?

Oh, I'm getting real tired of this.

Stand back.

Again.

Oh, no.

Oh, please, no.

Please. Please, no.

No.

We are so sorry for
your loss, Mr. Watts.

And we're gonna do everything we can

to find the persons responsible.

I, uh, Marian and I,

we appreciate what
you did to help, but...

my team will handle it from here.

Frankly, I thought you'd be
pleased with this development.

Just this morning, you wanted to pawn

this case off to the Bundespolizei.

Yeah, well, that was
before a 19-year-old kid

with his whole life ahead
of him died in front...

BPOL is more than capable of
continuing this investigation

- without all of your...
- Not with Honsel leading it.

I'm sorry. Who am I talking to here?

As a courtesy to you,

because I do cherish your collaboration,

I am letting you know
that we are not giving up

on this case until we have
a drug supplier in custody.

Should I get the director
of FBI on the phone?

Call him.

I'm sure he'd love to hear

that a private security
firm is running point

on an international investigation.

In fact, I will call him myself.

Perhaps you could give me an update

on your investigation?

We have Tanja Kessler,

the last person to
see Thomas Watts alive.

She denied giving him the drugs,

but it was in her
best interest to do so.

She pointed the finger
at someone out of town

who supplied the oxys that
led us to Finn Mueller.

He's an admissions advisor at DAAD.

And Finn Mueller led us to a
drug-ordering app, Black Penguin.

Now he claims he didn't
give the app to Thomas,

but because we don't have his
phone, we can't confirm it.

Where are we on the phone?

We are arranging for its transfer.

So you are speaking
directly with Gray Desert?

We welcome the assistance
of outside entities,

such as yourself, who can
help us bring this case

to a firm resolution.

Should we try the app?

We should. Fire it up.

Okay, Finn Mueller.

Ask for a menu.

10 blues, 5 snow?

Tell 'em it has to be tonight.

Okay, Raines, Vo, you collect the drugs.

Kellett, you and me
will keep a distance,

follow the delivery man, let him lead us

to a stash house or the supplier.

And then joint bust, okay?

Yes. Okay.

There's nothing out here.

Exit the club.

You will see a park across the street.

We're on the move.

I see you. Go into the park.

We're made.

Get down on the ground!

Get him up!

Turn around!

- Don't you move!
- I got him!

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey! What are you doing?

Executing our assignment.

This is just a delivery man!

Are you serious right now?

You compromised our bust!

He almost got away. You
should be thanking me.

For ruining our only chance
of trailing him to the source?

There is your source.

This is absolutely ridiculous.

This makes no sense to me.

Okay, you know what, let
me ask you one question.

How did you work in
Narcotics for five years

and not know you don't
report a police operation

to a private security firm?

I assure you, I was just keeping them

up-to-date with
the investigation

so we may not
cross-purpose our efforts!

Senior Chief Inspector,

we understand your position here.

A giant international spotlight

is pointing right at the narcotics unit

you run here in Berlin.

The quicker that spotlight goes away,

the better for you to
keep everyone thinking

you know what you're doing.

But your incompetence has made
things infinitely worse this time.

If you'll excuse me,

I've a confession to obtain.

Of course. Absolutely.

Guys, we have an update.

Levinson turned Thomas' phone
over to the Bundespolizei.

Confirmed, the Black
Penguin app was on it.

Any record of Thomas
using the app last Friday?

- Ordered a dozen oxy.
- That's it then.

And the pills the
delivery guy had on him,

cut with fentanyl.

The same batch Thomas must have taken.

And what is the delivery man saying?

The usual: he knows nothing,
the pills were planted.

Says he's never heard of Thomas Watts

or the Black Penguin app.

Thank you. Thanks very much.

Agent Forrester, no
hard feelings, I hope.

Mr. and Mrs. Watts
wanted me to assure you

they're happy justice was served.

However we got there, I'm
just glad we got there.

Will you be leaving Berlin then?

Yeah, family wants to get back.

Start making funeral arrangements.

What's it been, uh, three, four days

since you've been here?

We landed Thursday.

Well, give the Wattses
my sincere condolences.

Appreciate that.

- They got there ahead of us.
- What?

Thomas kept a secret
apartment in Kreuzberg.

Secret even from his parents.

But Levinson was there
before we arrived,

confiscating the phone and the laptop.

The German police were
sharing info with him.

Honsel admitted it.

But Vo and you discovered that location.

Kellett and I went
straight to that apartment.

How could they have
gotten there before us

when only we knew the address?

We checked the cameras outside

of the party apartment in Mitte, right?

- Right.
- I wanna see if there

are cameras outside
of the secret apartment

in Kreuzberg, and I wanna
know who visited Thomas there

up until the time he
left for that party.

I'm gonna need you to
answer a few questions.

I'm sorry, I thought...

Not you.

Him.

That's you, 11:00 p.m. Thursday night,

walking up to Thomas' secret
apartment in Kreuzberg.

No, that is not me.

Oh, you need a better angle?

Here's one from the
ATM across the street.

Okay, fine. So what?

Why were you at Thomas' apartment

the same night that you

and the Wattses flew in from California?

Because I have been with
this family for 15 years,

and I have great fondness for Thomas.

So you told his parents
you were gonna see their son

at his secret apartment
on the night you arrived?

I've no idea. I don't remember.

Everybody had jet lag.

Finn Mueller told us he
never gave Thomas the app.

And Tanja Kessler said he
had someone in town he knew

who hooked him up.

- Someone he knew.
- Well, that's not me.

You kept that phone until
you knew where we were going

with our investigation.

Then you downloaded the app

and pointed the finger at Black Penguin.

No way. You have the guy.

You found the drugs on the dealer.

The baggie you pulled out of his pocket?

I have the full capacity

of the Federal Bureau of
Investigation behind me.

Now, how long do you
think it's gonna take

until I know exactly when that
app was downloaded on his phone?

I want a lawyer.

How could you?

It was an accident! I didn't know!

How could you?

How could you?

It was my son!

- Mr. Watts!
- Come on, Mr. Watts.

- No!
- It was an accident.

I'm sorry.

- Get him out of here!
- Mr. Watts!

That was my son! That was my son!

However we got there,
I'm glad we got there.

I owe you an apology.

No, you were doing your job. Same as me.

Well, as a diplomat,

I could use lessons
in diplomacy from you.

Ha.

No, you were caught in a tough position.

If there is anything you need,

please don't hesitate to call.

You know what, actually,
there is something.

How well do you know the
higher-ups in Europol?

I don't know how you did it.

Did what?

I was fired today while
you were reinstated.

The executive director said
there was political pressure

to remove me and keep you.

Katrin, what did you do?

Good.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.

No, of course, I know what this means.

Again, thank you. I
really appreciate it.

Who was that?

Remember when we saved
the attorney general

from that assassination attempt?

- Of course.
- Well, Forrester and I

have been working on
multiple fronts to...

Mr. and Mrs. Watts,
thank you for coming.

I don't understand why we're here.

Yes, I'm sorry for
the scant information,

but I wanted to be sure.

- Be sure of what?
- Thomas kept a partition

on his laptop where
he created a pseudonym

for his artwork social media.

He wanted people to see him for his art

and not his name.

These are his paintings.

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