All language subtitles for FBI International S02E03 Money Is Meaningless

[suspenseful music]

♪

[protestors shouting]

- Oh, yeah.

This'll do.

[protestors cheering]

Welcome home,
ladies and gentlemen!

She's ours now!

♪

- Ah!

Play ball!

[cheering]

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct shouting]

[officers speaking Spanish]

protestors: [chanting]
Eat the rich! Eat the rich!

- Eat the rich!

♪

- [speaking Spanish]

- [laughs] Yeah, of course.

Here come the lap dogs.

We're the real threat?

Not the billionaire class that
has you in their fat pockets,

corrupting and exploiting
the global economy?

You don't lift a finger
against them.

But oh, dear God,

the trespassers
must be stopped.

Come and get me, pigs.

Oh, but don't forget your clubs

and your shields just
to show me how tough you are.

- There's something
you need to see.

- Now?

♪

- I found her like this.

I swear.

- [gasping]
- Police! Show me your hands!

- Wait! Wait!
She was already dead!

- Down on your knees now!

♪

- High five. High five.
Good boy.

- Hey. [chuckles]
I'm impressed.

- He's getting really
good at it now.

He'll do it as many times
as you want.

- I bet.

You sure you still
have enough treats?

- Oh, yeah, I still have some
from last time.

- Okay, so I told your mom
this trip might be

a little longer
than the last one.

You up for it?
- Of course.

That's even better.

Do you think I can teach him
to clean my room?

- Uh, that sounds
a little tricky,

but you know what?

I wouldn't put it past you two.

You know, Tank knows all
sorts of other tricks.

He used to be a police dog.

- Really?
- Oh, yeah.

He's basically a hero.

- What can he do?
Can you show me?

- That's enough, Zsolt.

It's time to let
Mr. Forrester go.

- Okay. Say goodbye, Tank.

- Bye, buddy.

Thank you.

- Come on, Tank.

- Go on, buddy. Go.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

- Don't miss me too much.

- [laughs] Take care.

- Did I miss it?
- No.

Raines is getting
ready to brief,

and I'm going back to the
GIGN for another week.

- Seriously?

- Yeah, I'm pretty sure
you signed off on it.

- Of course I did.

Doesn't mean
I can't be jealous.

- Full week
of tactical training.

You should sign up.
It's gonna be fun.

- You two have a strange
definition of fun.

Good luck, Cameron.

- I'll be with you guys
in spirit.

- Get out.

[laughs] All right,
Raines, what do we got?

- The Spanish National
Police in Mallorca

have requested our help
investigating

the death of an American
citizen, Emelia Sofer.

Cause of death--
blunt force trauma to the head.

Her body was still warm
when the police found

the bloody scene at a protest
staged by a group

known as ETR, or Eat The Rich.
- Ooh, catchy.

- Word from Smitty,
who's already at the scene,

is that the protest
was staged at a home

owned by the victim's
billionaire father-in-law,

Ronen Sofer.

- Sofer?
The blood diamond family?

- That's right.

The mining business has
been good to the family

going back generations.

Recently, Ronen has become
a controversial figure.

He was sanctioned by the
international community

last year for allegedly
earning the bulk

of his $2.5 billion fortune
through corruption.

- Allegedly?

- The investigation
is still ongoing,

but he has a history
of skirting the laws against

conflict diamonds in the
Democratic Republic of Congo.

- Oh, it's worse than that.

The Sofer family has spent
years bribing the DRC

into selling them
valuable mining assets

for pennies on the dollar.

The people get nothing while
the corrupt officials

and the Sofers
make enormous profits.

They are impoverishing
an entire nation

and getting rich doing it.

- And now it's
blowing back on them.

- The family's assets
have been frozen,

and he's been banned
from traveling or doing

any business in the EU.

But some activists
feel the punishments

haven't gone far enough.

- How many of the
protestors are in custody?

- 28.

- [whistles]
That is a lot of suspects.

- ETR is the next generation
of Occupy Wall Street.

It's a bunch of kids who squat
in billionaires' mansions

and stage sit-ins around
their yachts for attention.

Their tactics are nonviolent.

- Clearly, somebody in the
group didn't get the memo.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- We were alerted
to the break-in

by the home's alarm system,

but there are no security
cameras on the property.

Ronen Sofer guards
his privacy quite closely.

- Presumably because of the
active Europol investigation

against him.

- It was only a matter of time
before that group

of vandals escalated
to violence.

As far as I'm concerned,
they can all go down.

- I hear you,
Inspector Gutierrez,

but you're gonna
need to be a little more

specific than that.

- We've taken statements
from all the protestors.

Only three were seen
going into the room

where the body was found.

So far, none have
admitted to the attack.

- Nobody seems to be
broken up that there's

one less billionaire in the
world.

- Despite the family's
legal situation,

Emelia's loss is a tragedy.

She was a lovely young woman,
and I will not

be satisfied until we brought
her killer to justice.

- Of course.

Let me know if there's
anything you need.

- What was that about?

- The Sofer family spent
millions in property

and employment in Mallorca.

The sanctions were quite
a blow to the economy.

I'm not quite sure
how that's my fault.

- So what's the plan?

- You two head
to the crime scene.

Jamie and I will
interview the protestors.

- Yeah.
I organized the protest.

But, like always, I made it
clear it would be peaceful.

- You call thousands of dollars
in property damage

and a corpse peaceful?

- She was already dead
when we got there.

- Only three members
of the group

were seen going upstairs,
Arturo--

Lizzy, Quinns, and you.

- She was already dead
when we got there.

- Well, we read your comments

on Emelia Sofer's
social media posts--

threatening comments.

- That is protected
political speech.

- Die, rich bitch, die?

- This wasn't what
we signed up for.

Quinns said it would be
a trespassing charge.

I thought I'd get hits
on my Insta.

- My people wouldn't
hurt anyone.

Our movement is about exposing

the kleptocracy of the rich.

We were trying to get
the world's attention.

- How's that
working out for you?

- Did you know the house
would be occupied?

- No.
We were sure it wouldn't be.

That's why we chose it.

The owners got kicked out
of the country.

- This isn't just
going to go away.

I've seen your record.
Disorderly conduct, assault--

- But she was already dead
when we got there.

- Hey, you're talking
to the wrong guy, mate.

I was on the balcony
in full view of the cops

the entire time.
- The entire time.

- Mostly--I was in the house
for what, two minutes, tops?

- You have priors
on your record, Arturo.

The smart play here
is to come clean.

- You have no priors
on your record, Lizzy.

Smart play here
is to come clean.

- Who went
into that back bedroom?

- I have absolutely no idea.

- Who was the first person
in that room?

- [crying]

- The first one who talks
gets the best deal.

- I'm not saying anything else.

- Arturo and Quinns
are talking.

They both say
you're the one who

went into the back bedroom.

- What? They're lying.

- We cannot help you unless
you tell us the truth.

Right now you're looking at an
accessory to murder, minimum.

How's eight years
in the Spanish prison

gonna look on your Insta?

- Okay.

Okay.

I saw Arturo go
into the bedroom alone.

And he was carrying
a golf club that he was using

to smash up the place.

He came out
a few minutes later,

and it looked like
he'd seen a ghost.

[yelps]

- Did you see Arturo
hit Emelia Sofer?

♪

She didn't actually see it.

- Circumstantial evidence
is still evidence.

- [sighs] No. We need more.

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- What are they saying?

- Based on the way
the blood has pooled and dried,

Gutierrez's team can only
narrow down the time of death

to a two-hour period--

Approximately
1:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m.

- The silent alarm
didn't go Off Until 2:15.

So it's at least
theoretically possible

that Emelia was killed before
the protestors arrived.

- Exactly.
And here's what I don't get.

Beating someone to death,

it's a bit messy.
- Sure.

- So why wasn't there more
blood on Arturo's clothing?

- I thought you said they
found some on his cuff.

- A few droplets.

But look at this.

- Spatter from the blows
themselves.

- Where's this same pattern
on the attacker's clothing?

We need to go back over it
with a fine-tooth comb.

- First I want
to show you something.

- You found the golf club.
- Not exactly.

We were focused over there,
but check this out.

There are only 13 clubs
in this bag.

- You can safely assume
I know nothing about golf.

- Where's the 9-iron?

- Right.

- We could test them all
for blood in here,

but I don't think
we'll find anything.

You ask me--our murder
weapon has got to be

the one club that's missing.

- So how did the killer
dispose of it?

- Damn it,
I need to see her now!

Let me through.
I need to see her!

I'm Levy Sofer!

That's my wife in there!
This is my house!

- Sir, you need to calm down.

Sir!

- What have these
bastards done?

I need to see her.
- Sir, please--

- I need to see my wife!

- She's not here anymore.
Hey, listen to me.

Listen to me.

She's gone.

She's gone.
- No.

No. No! No!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- [crying]

[somber music]

♪

- Should have known something
like this would happened.

Ever since the sanction,
my family has

been persecuted relentlessly.

We lost our house in Barcelona.

We've been living in hotels,
scrambling to pay bills,

vilified in the press,

shouted at in restaurants,
threatened in the street.

- Were any of these threats
from Eat the Rich members?

- I'm not sure.

It all blends together into one
resentful mob after a while.

I know times are tough
for a lot of people right now.

But take all the rage
and discontent in the world

nowadays,
imagine it focused on you.

It's terrifying.

If my father's company needs to
be sanctioned for its actions,

I can accept that.

But Emelia...
[sobs]

- Take your time.

- She had nothing to do
with the diamond business.

She had no interest in it.

She's not on the board.

She never even set foot
in the Congo.

And yet now the angry mob
think they can just kill her?

It's class warfare.

- When was the last time
you saw your wife?

- Yesterday morning.

I left early for a meeting
in Barcelona.

- We'll need a list
of the people you met with.

- Of course.

- And Emelia, did she
say anything about going

to your father's house?

- No.

She was planning
to stay in town.

There's a café in Placa de Cort
she spends a lot of time.

- Was she meeting with anyone?

- I don't know.

She didn't say,
and I didn't ask.

[somber music]

My wife valued
her independence,

and I respected that.

- Can you think of anyone
in your daughter's life

who might have wanted
to cause her harm?

- No. No.

Emelia would never have
been a threat to anyone.

She was a generous,
kind-hearted person.

- Her charity work.

- Yeah.

She's been raising awareness
for the environment for years,

giving back.

She knew how lucky she was.

- In what way?

- We are hardly the Sofers.

Emelia didn't come from money.

She came to Europe
on a study abroad program

and she met Levy in a pub.

- Storybook romance.

- That's right.

They were in love
before she even learned

that he was the heir
to a diamond fortune.

- How was their relationship
more recently?

[suspenseful music]

- Ronen's legal troubles
were looming over them both.

The last time she called,
Emelia said that

she wanted to move back home
to Minneapolis.

- Had she told Levy about that?

- Not yet.

She was worried
that he wouldn't want

to leave his family
and their lifestyle.

- Would Levy ever hurt Emelia?

- No, never.

He adored her.

- Richard?

♪

- We love the boy.

But that family
will do whatever it takes

to keep what they have.

- The simplest explanation
is that the protestors

were surprised to find
Emelia in the house.

They see her as a symbol
of wealth and corruption

and, whack, they make
an example of her.

- Something isn't right.

What was she doing
at the house to begin with?

- Picking something up.
Meeting someone there.

- Well, if she was, she didn't
tell her husband about it.

We need to dig deeper into
Levy Sofer's possible motives--

insurance policies,
affairs, all of it.

This seems more like
a crime of passion

rather than
a political statement.

- It'd be one hell
of a bad coincidence

for the protestors,
that they happened to stumble

onto a murder scene.
- I don't know.

You start snooping around
enough billionaires'

back rooms, you're bound
to find a skeleton

or two in the closet.
- Sorry.

I hate to interrupt--
not really--

I found something.

Turns out Emelia Sofer's
favorite café

has security cameras.

This is yesterday morning,
a few hours before her death.

- She was meeting someone.

- Who the hell is that?

- That is the skeleton
in the closet.

[indistinct chatter]

- [speaking Spanish]

- Yeah. Uh-huh. Sí.

Gracias.

- Brian Clarke?
- Oh, yes?

- We're with the FBI.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

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

- Emelia Sofer. You know her?

- Yeah, we're friends.

Acquaintances, I guess.

- When was the last time
you saw her?

- Um, day before yesterday?

I'm sorry. Is she in trouble?

- Her body was found
a day ago.

We think it was a homicide.

- Oh, God.

I don't understand. How? Why?

- That's what we're trying
to work out.

- How did you two
know each other?

- Um, uh, we met here,
actually.

By chance, I guess.

I come here just
about every morning,

and about three months ago,
she noticed

I was wearing a Cal sweatshirt
and introduced herself.

- You're both alums?
- Yeah. That's right.

It's really nice having
a fellow expat to talk to.

Whenever we see each other,
we share a table.

Sometimes we go on walks.
That's it.

- So you were just friends?

- Definitely.

Um, not for lack of trying
on my part, to be honest,

but it's pretty obvious
that she loves her husband.

- And when you
saw her this week?

- It was just like
any other day, really.

We went for a walk around
the shopping district

for about an hour,
and we talked.

And then I went back
to the office

for the rest of the day.

I work right across the street
at Banco Potencia.

- Can anyone confirm
that you were there

between 1:00 and 3:00?
- Oh, sure. Yeah.

Anybody at the office.

I was with the rest of the
accounting department

all afternoon.

- On these walks with Emelia,
what did you guys talk about?

- Her family, mostly.

You know about her family.

- Yes.

- She was horrified
by their business practices.

But there was no one else
she could admit that to.

She asked me if I could use
my expertise as an accountant

to investigate what her options
were financially,

independent
of the Sofer family.

She felt trapped and afraid.

- Afraid of who, exactly?

- Her father-in-law.

Emelia told her husband
she wanted

to move home to Minneapolis.

Unfortunately,
Ronen vetoed the idea.

He was coming to handle
the problem in person.

- I thought Ronen was forbidden
from entering the country.

- I work in finance.

Since when do people that rich
care about the law?

[suspenseful music]

- We need to interview
Ronen Sofer now.

- Well, I'm afraid
it's not that simple.

In my experience,
billionaires don't

exactly jump when summoned.

- You think he
paid somebody off?

- It's hard to say,
but I'm sure

he called all
of his friends in government

and reminded them of his
generosity to their campaigns.

It could take months
for us to even get

a statement from his attorney.

- Then we'll have
to get creative.

- What do you have in mind?

♪

- We're gonna need a full
account of where you were

on the day of Emelia's death.

- And since it didn't get
through to you last time,

we want the truth.
- Seriously?

You think I would hurt my wife?

That's not me.

I loved her.

- You failed to mention
she was leaving you.

- She wasn't leaving, we were--

we were considering
relocating together.

- Were you together
when she was killed?

- I was in Barcelona on
business all day, like I said.

My office can confirm that.

And--and when
they do, I'm gonna

sue the hell out of all of you
for holding me without cause.

- Here's the thing.

We're having a real hard time
verifying your alibi.

For some reason, nobody seems
to be able to tell us

who you were meeting with.

- Who were you
meeting with, Levy?

Why aren't they willing to come
in here and tell me about it?

Let me tell you what we think.

You were meeting
with your father.

You were worried
about your marriage,

so you told him
Emelia's plans about moving

back to Minneapolis.

But Ronen didn't
care about that.

He cared that good,
law-abiding Emelia

had suddenly started looking
into the family business.

- So he came back here,
in violation

of the sanctions against him,
to take care of it personally.

Ronen summoned her
to the mansion.

And figuring that
she would cooperate

with the investigation
against him, he killed her.

- None of this is true.

You're just--you're
just making things up.

Emelia couldn't
flip on my father

because she didn't know
anything about the business.

She was kept separate
from all of that.

- Are you sure?

Was Ronen?

The scary part is, if not
for the protestors showing up,

you two probably would have
gotten away with it.

- I was in Barcelona
the entire day.

- So call Daddy
and convince him to talk to us

and straighten all this out.

Otherwise, your lifestyle
is gonna get a lot

less luxurious behind bars.

- Okay.

You think that'll bring out
our billionaire?

- Well, you definitely
made an impression.

- Of course, if he's
the same man capable of killing

his own daughter-in-law,
he won't leave his son

hanging out to dry
if it served his purpose.

- You never know what's
going on with a family

behind closed doors, do you?

- I wish I felt better
about the motive.

Levy's not wrong.

We're grasping
for straws there.

- We're close.
He wants to do the right thing.

With enough time and pressure,
he'll flip.

- That's enough.
The investigation is over.

- What are you talking about?

- The missing golf club
was discovered at the bottom

of the garden pond,
and Arturo's fingerprints

were found all over it.

Release Mr. Sofer immediately.

- Hold on. Hold on.

We are in the middle
of something here.

- One of the protestors
has agreed to testify

in exchange for a plea.

The matter has been resolved
to my satisfaction.

- We owe it to Emelia
to get this right.

- Agent Forrester, I am
the ranking authority here.

The FBI's help
is no longer needed.

Miss Garretson, please escort
your team off the island.

♪

- If you're planning on
telling me how to do my job,

you can save it.
- I'm trying to do you a favor.

I learned years ago that
if Forrester's instinct

is that something isn't right,
then something isn't right.

- This is my investigation
and my country, not the FBI's.

- Okay.
Well, then let's talk evidence.

The club was submerged
in a pond for hours.

You might have been able
to lift fingerprints

off the metal,
but I damn well know that

any DNA from the victim
would have washed away.

- Correct. And?

- So you don't have
any proof that Arturo

used the golf club for
anything more than vandalism.

- I have a body
and Lizzy Adams's testimony,

corroborated by fingerprints
that a violent criminal

with a history
of assault was smashing

everything he could find.

You have your team's instinct.

I have motive,
means, opportunity--

- So where's the blood spatter
on your suspect's clothing?

- A full forensic analysis
takes time.

- Then why the rush
to end the investigation?

What's really going on here,
Isabel?

Because it sure looks
like you shut things down

as soon as the son
of a powerful family

became a suspect.

- That is one hell
of an accusation

to make without evidence.

The idea that it would take
money to look the other way

is absurd.

- But you and I both
know that corruption

doesn't always work that way.

It isn't always a quid pro quo
or an envelope under the table.

Sometimes it's just easier--

easier to settle on certain
suspects than others,

easier to lock onto the ones
that spend their days

vilifying cops
and look past the ones

who spend millions of dollars
supporting your island.

[suspenseful music]

Maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe I'm crazy.

All I'm asking for
is a little more time

to let my people work.

♪

Good news--the Spanish police
have agreed to let us

continue with our
investigation.

Where's Scott?

- He didn't exactly wait
for permission.

[phone ringing]

- How much time
did you get us, Smitty?

- 48 hours, maybe.

You're on Levy's car,
I take it.

- It's our only chance
of tracking down Ronen Sofer.

- You do realize that if I'd
failed to get authorization,

your actions would
be a violation

of international law.

- I had total faith in you.

- [sighs] The Spanish police
were explicit.

You aren't allowed to use
any more strong-arm tactics

against the Sofer family.

- Ah, they're just afraid
to piss off Ronen.

- Yes, and so should you be.

He's dangerous, Scott.

- Don't worry.
I'll keep my distance.

In the meantime,
have Kellett take

another run at the protestors.

Maybe now they'll be
a little more talkative.

- We're way ahead of you.

- I didn't do it.

You have to believe me.

I'll take a lie detector test,
anything.

- Honestly, I don't think
it matters anymore, Arturo.

You're going down for this,
one way or the other.

- Might as well just tell us
what really happened.

- But I am telling you.

When we first got there, I saw
the golf club in the middle

of the living room.

I picked it up,
but I was just smashing stuff,

just--just having fun.

I never hit her, I swear.

- So how'd you get
her blood on your sleeve?

- I don't know.

When I got to the back room,
I saw her lying there.

I checked for a pulse, but--

and then I looked closer at the
golf club for the first time,

and I saw it had blood in it.

So I went out to the terrace
and tossed it in the pond.

- You thought that would
make you look less guilty?

- Look, I may not be
the smartest guy in the world,

but I know not to be standing
there with a golf club

in my hand when
the cops come in

and they see a girl
with their head bashed in.

- I'm impressed.

That's either
the God's honest truth

or the absolute worst lie
I've ever heard.

♪

- They're making him
a scapegoat,

and everybody here knows it.

- Look, Arturo made some
mistakes in his youth,

but he's not a violent bloke.

He wouldn't kill
some rich girl for kicks.

And Lizzy--lovely
and clueless--

is just saying whatever
she thinks you want to hear,

which you could see if
you weren't in the pocket

of the Sofer family.
- Hey.

I'm the one trying to help you
and your friend here.

I wouldn't be wasting my time

with this conversation
otherwise.

If you're sure someone
in the Spanish police

is working with the Sofers,
give me a way to prove it.

- You aren't like the others,
are you, love?

You actually believe me.

- I am trying to.

But what is the actual
evidence of corruption

you're trying to expose?

Isn't that what your group
is all about?

Or is this just
all just outrage?

- Okay, look.
Here's what I'm thinking.

Why hasn't the mansion
been seized already?

- What do you mean?

- Ronen Sofer lost access
to all his cars, his yachts,

his homes all over the world.

Yet, for some reason,
this one mansion

is left alone,
even though there's

valuable art, furniture
they're dying to repossess.

Spanish government just
lets it sit there untouched.

Why?

There's got to be
some fat cat official

on the take somewhere.

It's the only
possible explanation.

- No, it isn't.
- You got something?

- Maybe.

But I need your help.

- Hey!
- Vamos.

You can't leave me like this!

- You were right.

It's not a corrupt cop.

- That's always good to hear.

- The reason the mansion
was never seized

is because technically,
its owner was never

targeted by the sanctions.

Ronen doesn't own the house.

- So who does?

- I had to dig through shell
company after shell company.

But at the bottom of it all,
the real owner of the mansion

is Emelia.

Ronen put the property in his
American daughter-in-law's name

to protect it from
possible forfeiture.

- That's the Sofers' motive.

They want their 79 million euro
house back.

- Emelia controlled the
family's last remaining asset,

and she was leaving them
all in the dust.

♪

- What the hell?

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Get out of the car.

Get out of the car.

- Tell Ronen
I just want to talk.

- Now!

Hands where we can see them
the whole time.

♪

- Okay, yes, I knew the mansion
was in Emelia's name.

When I looked into her
finances, I discovered

that Ronen was trying
to liquidate the property

and keep the profits
for himself.

- A loophole in the sanctions.
- That's right.

The catch was, Ronen needed
Emelia to sign off.

So he sends her
this huge document...

[cell phone buzzing]

And tells her to sign
just on the X.

She brings it to me.

And once I explain to her
what she's actually signing,

she won't do it.

She knew it was illegal.

- And you didn't
think to report

the scheme to any authorities?

- Emelia didn't want me to.

She had her own plan that
she needed my help with.

She wanted to donate
the mansion to charity.

- So why didn't you
tell us all of this

the last time we talked?

- Emelia swore me to secrecy.

She feared that if her family
figured out what we were

trying to do before
the deal was final,

we would be in danger,
and clearly, she was right.

- Do you have any proof
of all this--

a paper trail
of Ronen's attempt

to circumvent the sanctions?

- Well, come on.

Paperwork is what I do.

But, yes, I have a copy
of everything in my apartment.

- Good.
Take us there.

- Um, but--sorry.

We got to work something out.

In exchange, you got to keep
my name out of this completely.

I know what Ronen Sofer
will do to anyone who crosses--

- Jamie, Scott's not
answering his phone.

He sent his location
but nothing else.

I think he might be in trouble.

- Go. I'll finish up.

- Cameron, have you
heard from Scott?

- No.
That's why I'm calling you.

I saw the text.
Is everything okay?

- It's hard to say.

Forrester was following a lead
on his own and went quiet.

I should never have
let him out of my sight.

- [sighs]
You guys are shorthanded.

- Don't--don't you dare.

This is a mess purely
of my own making.

If I'd have kept
my big mouth shut,

we'd all be safely home by now.

- With the job done?
- Does it matter?

I've managed to piss off
so many people on this island,

from a police inspector
to a billionaire.

And they would all love
nothing more than to see me

sacked if we get this wrong.
- You won't.

You'll get it right,
and when you close this case,

all will be forgiven.

- Yeah, fair enough.

I would rather be wrong about
Ronen Sofer and lose my job

than be right and lose Scott.

- I understand.

And I wish I was there
with you guys, believe me.

But if Forrester's gone quiet,
there's bound

to be a good reason for it.

He can take care of himself.

You know that.

- Yeah.

Thanks.

♪

- Ah.

Agent Forrester,
how nice of you to join us.

Please.

So you want to talk.

Let's talk.

- It's a nice view.

- Mallorca was
always so peaceful.

For years, I felt safe.

If I could,
I would never leave.

- Well, then it's a
real shame sitting here

is in violation
of your sanctions.

- I am confident that
an exception could be made,

given our recent
family tragedy.

- Even if you were the one
behind those tragedies?

- [laughs]

Is that what you think?

- I think the protestors
are a convenient scapegoat.

Really, this is
all about a family

fighting for the scraps of
what's left of their fortune.

- We were cleared
of all charges.

You don't think
we've suffered enough?

- Levy, please.

- They think
we had Emelia killed.

We don't have to sit here
and listen to that.

I didn't do anything.

- Son, enough.

Let's go for a walk.

- Seriously?

- You were probably right
about the protestors.

As annoying and misguided
as they are,

this was never about them.

- So what is it really about?

Look, if you have information
on who killed Emelia,

you can trust me with it.

And no one has to know
that it came from you.

- Very well.

I put our Mallorca home
in Emelia's name.

What father wouldn't want
to take care

of his family future
for generations?

But I have many connections
in the banking industry.

And when they alerted me
that Emelia was looking

to sell the property,
I made it my business

to find out exactly
what was going on.

- I can't imagine you were
pleased with what you found.

- If she wants to save
the planet or whatever,

that's all right.

But there's no way in hell
I would let

a family member of mine
be scammed.

- Scammed?

- The charity that Emilia
thought she was donating to

was a fake.

Some American accountant
set up the deal

so that 79 million euros
would go

straight into his own pocket.

- And you couldn't
go to the police

without implicating yourself.

- I offered to take care
of the situation,

but Emilia insisted on
handling it herself.

Apparently, she was done taking
help from me of any kind.

- Do you think
that she confronted

the accountant on her own?

- I cannot be sure,

but they found her body
that same day.

♪

[phone ringing]

- Hey. Everything okay?
We didn't hear back.

- Brian Clarke killed Emelia.
Do we know where he is?

- We were just talking to him,
but his alibi checks out.

The forensics
for the time of death--

- We were probably wrong.

Gutierrez must have
tweaked her report

to match
the protestors' timeline.

Do we have Clarke?

Where is he now?

- Sorry it's a mess.

I wasn't exactly
expecting company.

- That's all right.

All I care about is the
real estate transaction.

- Yeah, okay.

It's over here somewhere.

[tense music]

I hope your
fellow agent is okay.

These people--
they get so rich they think

they can get away
with anything, you know?

- Uh-huh.

- Here it is.

I guess I got to work
on my filing system, huh?

Is there a problem?

- No, all good.

♪

- She didn't believe Ronen.

She knew that
his accusations against me

were just another scam.

She trusted me because
I was the only one

that actually cared about her.

- The paper trail tells
a different story, though.

Doesn't it?

You think I don't know
the difference between a legit

501[c][3] and a cleverly
disguised series

of pass-through entities
leading to an offshore

shell company with your aunt's

social security number
on the LLC1?

[suspenseful music]

Paperwork is what I do too.

- It's just an innocent
misunderstanding.

- No, no, no.
We're way past that now, Brian.

You attacked an FBI agent.

How did Emelia end up dead?

- I don't know.

She kept asking questions.

She thought we should go
to the police for protection.

I told her I would
take care of it,

but I guess she wasn't
satisfied with that.

- And then you got angry.

- No. No.

- We found your clothes
in the dumpster

by your apartment,

spattered in her blood, Brian.

She trusted you.

- She was trying to get back
at her family, right?

What difference does it make
where the money ends up?

Money is meaningless
to these people.

But to me, it would be
life changing.

After all the times
I'd been there for her,

I listened to her,
I put my neck on the line--

repaying me would
cost her nothing.

Nothing.

- And when she didn't
see it that way?

- [crying]

♪

- Quantico reran
the forensic reports.

The window for time of death
was substantially larger

than what Gutierrez gave us.

And it included a full hour
before Clarke

was seen at his office.

- The Spanish police
were so convinced

that the protestors
were involved that

they gave the real killer
an alibi.

- Do you think
it was deliberate?

- No, just an easy mistake.

- Yeah.

Thank you.

- For what?

- For going to bat for us.

- It was nothing.
The team did all the hard work.

Especially Keller, who has
the bruises to prove it.

- True, but you put a lot
on the line

based on a hunch of mine
at that point,

and I appreciate it.

If we had come up empty,
you know I would have--

- Don't be ridiculous.

I had total faith in you.

- [laughs]

♪

- So that's it, then.

Not even so much
as a thank you?

- A thank you?

- If we hadn't broken
into that house,

you would have never
found the lady.

Without our help,
you wouldn't have cracked it.

Instead of a
trespassing charge,

we should be getting a medal.

- Good luck with that.

- You know, we got another
protest planned back in London

in the next few days.

You should join us.

You strike me as
the type who's not afraid

to make a little trouble
when it's called for.

- Maybe.

But a guy like you doesn't
even care about his own cause.

I saw your social media
history going back years.

This was all for clicks
and likes

and sleeping with as many
idealistic young women

as you can.

So I'll pass.

- Come on, brother.

Let's go before they charge me
for that murder too.

[pensive music]

♪

- Agent Forrester,
I hear you made an arrest.

- Your family has been
cleared of all charges

relating to Emelia's death.

Whether you're guilty
of violating the terms

of your sanctions,
that's another story.

- One that will likely
take years of litigation

to be resolved.

For now, you're free to go.

- And in the meantime,
the government

will keep all of our property.

How nice of them.

- I'm sorry for your loss.

♪

It isn't too late, Levy.

We could help you
get to the States.

- Leave the family
business behind.

Maybe spend some time
with Emelia's parents

until you get settled.

- That's what she wanted.

- Son! Let's go.

♪

- Hey. Come here.

Oh, I missed you too.
Oh, missed you, too, buddy.

How'd it go?
- Good. Tank was great.

I couldn't teach him
to clean up my room, though,

no matter how
many treats I gave him.

- Oh, that's okay.
I'm sure he liked the company.

Oh.

There's a little extra
in there for you

just in case you need
some treats too.

Something wrong?

Hey.

Come on. You can talk to me.

- You said Tank
was a police dog.

- Yeah, that's right.

- So does that mean he can
tell if he's around someone

who's done bad things?

- Well, that depends.

Why did you ask me that?
What's going on?

[suspenseful music]

- [speaking Spanish]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]