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[suspenseful music]

Flexed knees absorb recoil.

Gives you better movement too.

Square to the target,
feet in position.

[speaking Hungarian]

[guns cocking]

[gunshots]

Your goal is
to close the distance.

Within a foot,
it's violence of action.

Remember what I said
about a fulcrum?

Momentum is key. Watch.

Just tap if it's too much, okay?

[groaning]

Once you're here,
it's simple body mechanics.

I have leverage, so even if

Lieutenant Erdos
tries something...

[groans]

- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah. No problem.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

I'll shake it off.

[speaks Hungarian]
It's a good reminder, you guys.

Sometimes out there
in the field it can get messy.

[light laughter]

Okay, yeah,
maybe let's take five.

♪ ♪

I mean, are we
really doing this?

15 years, you're trying
to just throw it away.

This is you playing
the victim, as usual.

And which one of us
gave up exactly?

Right.

Can you even look Sophie
and Jack in the eye?

They're old enough to.

[alarms blaring]

♪ ♪

[moaning]

[speaks Hungarian]

[speaking indistinctly]

♪ ♪

Heard the sirens
from our place.

Car bomb.

Vo's got the details.

Victim is Neil Cobb,

an American lawyer
out of Houston.

He and his firm represent

a chemical company
called Avercol.

U.S.-based, but they had plants

and workers here in Budapest.
- Had?

Avercol's in the middle
of a class action lawsuit,

Cobb was lead defense.

It was all over the news.

Hungarian workers got sick
due to chronic exposure

to cadmium, a toxic metal.

Now they're suing Avercol
for damages.

But the American company
is still operating.

When things went south,
they just relocated,

hell for leather.
- Considerate.

Class actions
take years to resolve,

and Avercol is still trying
to negotiate a settlement.

Cobb was heading that up.

It seems clear
he was the intended target.

Then there's Margó Halmi:
14-year-old walking her dog.

Caught shrapnel in the blast.

She's in critical condition.

Cobb kept a flat
in his name on the Pest side.

It's a crime scene now.

Smitty, your tenure
in explosive disposal unit

could be a real asset here.

I want you on forensics.
- My pleasure.

HNP's on site.

They've confirmed
this is an assassination.

The who and why
are what we are after.

Let's get to it.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

Ah, Agent Forrester.

Agent Kellett.
Slight occupational hazard.

I'm fine.

What's the latest?

Bomb was wired
to the ignition.

Driver was killed instantly,
and our only witness

just went into surgery.
- And motive?

We think this was tied
to Mr. Cobb's profession,

his client, specifically.

Avercol has a lot
of enemies here.

Yes, my cousin works
for the municipality,

says that the company
came here to exploit

Hungary's infrastructure,
tax laws, economy, labor force.

Avercol lined their pockets,
and once they were done

poisoning our people, left.

They don't have a lot
of friends around here.

So the locals felt
Cobb had it coming.

How'd the HNP feel about him?
- It's complicated.

There were a few times
he called us claiming

that he was being harassed.

- By whom?
- Never said.

But support here lies
with the plant workers,

and he was one of the more recognizable

Americans in Budapest.

So we took the threat
very seriously

but found no substance
behind it.

And then he accused the police
of scheming against him.

Cobb seemed paranoid.

Or perceptive,
based on the fact

that he was just assassinated.

Yes, we should have
been more responsive.

The explosive residue
is off to the lab.

Obviously, every component
used to build this bomb

was blown apart, but that
doesn't mean

the pieces vanished.

A proper post-blast search,
and we just might

be able to put it
back together.

Could lead us somewhere.

- I can arrange that.
- Great.

I'm gonna check
with Raines and Vo,

see if they've found anything.

Putting aside any
personal views on Avercol,

please know that you have
the full cooperation--

Your arm is broken.

Oh, no, don't worry,
the bone is fine.

This is just precaution.
I'll be okay, I promise.

Lieutenant, I admire
your confidence,

but maybe I'd feel better
hearing that from a doctor.

Okay, fair enough.

Although Hungarian tradition
says that

if you break someone's arm,
you have to dispense

with the formalities.

My friends call me Ben.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

We have Cobb's U.S. phone,

but it's been turned off
for months--not much there.

HNP found a prepaid cell
in the car, too,

burnt to a crisp
along with a leather bag.

Nothing in it survived.

All right, see if you can
pull anything from that burner.

There's a cleared-out
safe over there.

The only prints we found here
belonged to Cobb.

All right.

All right, the killer
knew where he lived.

And he knew what he drove.

Did they just want Cobb or were
they after something else?

- [speaking Hungarian]
- This is my boss's apartment.

Let me in.
You can't touch anything.

Let me in. He's my boss.

I'm his emergency contact.

Can somebody just tell me
what happened here, please?

Sorry, I don't think I should
be talking to the FBI.

I need to call the firm.

I get your hesitation,
but this was clearly targeted.

Somebody wanted Cobb dead.

And what you share now
could be crucial.

I'm just an associate.
It's my first year at the firm.

You and Cobb were here
to depose the plaintiffs.

We heard there might
have been bad blood there.

I know that this is a lot
and your head is spinning,

but Cobb's family overseas
is about to learn the news

of what just happened.

Just talk to us.

We're just trying to help.

He had enemies
in Budapest, right?

Our job was to ensure
the case won't go to trial

and that Avercol pays
as little as possible.

That's gonna ruffle feathers.

If you ask me, I think
the plant workers

were just tired
of Neil's games.

Explain.

Plaintiffs knew any
settlement offer from us

would be lowball,
but Neil kept trying

to push the number lower.

He's not stupid.
He knew they'd never go for it.

Well, that's a leap from them
strapping an IED to his car.

Look, I'm not saying
it's what happened,

but if Neil was stalling,

what if someone decided
to take him out?

And what if they're
not finished?

We can get you
police protection for now,

but you need to stay local.

When's the last time
you saw Cobb?

The last deposition
was two weeks ago.

Since then, nothing.

Maybe we're dealing
with a sympathizer.

Family, friends?

Plant workers believe they're
the victim in this narrative.

If they thought Avercol
was now planning

to rob them in broad daylight,

there's no telling
what they'd do.

- Scott?
- Yeah?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Left on our windshield.

I didn't see who left it.

No trace DNA
and zero witnesses

since we parked
around the corner.

Whoever left it
for us was careful.

There was the empty safe
in Cobb's flat.

Maybe these files
went with him.

Which means we're too late.

Is this a tip?

Elia and the HNP think
someone took out Cobb

to send a message to Avercol.

That person has the full story.

They could be trying
to read us in.

They might have a lead
on the killer.

Just scared to stick
their neck out.

Smitty's still working
on the bomb reconstruction.

But get this, main ingredient
in the blast residue

wasn't C-4 or Semtex,
it's TATP.

Same thing like the Manchester
bombing, Paris attacks.

So this could
have been homemade?

Out of the 18 plaintiffs
involved in the suit,

flagged one with a criminal
record, Daniel Simón.

After Avercol shut down
their plants,

Daniel became a truck driver

for a few factories
in Budapest.

So the job would have given him
access to raw chemicals,

including acetone
and hydrogen peroxide.

Components for TATP.

Got an address for Daniel.

Go.

♪ ♪

[speaking Hungarian]

I'm looking for Daniel Simón.

Inside.

Dani.

♪ ♪

Dani.

He's on medication.

Tell me why you're here.

Head counsel for Avercol
was killed this morning.

We think it's related

to the class action
Dani was a part of.

Can we take a look around?

Do your business,
but do it quietly.

He needs to rest.

♪ ♪

The bombing was on the news,

but we don't speak
about that company in our home.

I won't put more stress
on my husband.

We're very sorry
for everything

you two are going through.

The metal
that poisoned everyone,

cadmium, it targets kidneys,
lungs, and bone.

He gave everything to that job,

and all they did
was take from us.

We're wondering
if somebody took matters

into their own hands
that could be unhappy

with the settlement amount

or want swifter justice
for the victims.

We are not in touch
with the other workers anymore.

Our lawyer, Zalán Madaras,
he represents all the victims.

He's handling everything.

We should talk to him next.

I'll give Forrester
a heads up.

♪ ♪

Zalán Madaras.

We're investigating
the death of an American.

Hoping you can shed light
on any clients

who dealt with Neil Cobb.

These are good men and women.

Their only crime
is being naive to think

their employer would give
a damn after poisoning them.

They as angry as you?

They're not killers.

Then help us prove it.

I took this case
for no money.

We've already fought
for three years.

My clients don't want a war,
they want to settle.

But Avercol seems ready
to erase our story.

And if the FBI is beholden
to American interests,

you will be
on the wrong side of history.

We're not on a side,
we just want the truth.

An innocent girl
is fighting for her life now

because someone
wanted Cobb gone.

Your clients spoke to him
during the depositions.

They may have information
vital to the case.

Rózsa Chapel, you know it?

Sure.

There's a meeting to discuss
how today's news

will impact the settlement.

I'm going there now.

We'd appreciate any help
you can give.

Tensions are high.

So here's a friendly tip.

Keep your badges hidden.

♪ ♪

[phone buzzing]

That burner found
on Cobb's body,

phone records show he called
his family back home,

but the call just before that
was local to another prepaid.

Traceable?

I can run a pretext call
to that number,

and if it pings
the cell tower,

we can narrow down
the location.

Do it.

Number's still active.

[phone ringing]

He's in the chapel.

♪ ♪

FBI, stop right there.

Hands in the air.

Now turn around slowly.

She's one of the plaintiffs.

We're looking
into Neil Cobb's murder.

And you think I did it?

We know that
you were the last person

to talk to him alive.

You have it backwards.

The plant workers
weren't his enemy.

Neil Cobb was working
against Avercol.

He betrayed his own client.

And that's the reason
they had him killed.

♪ ♪

I come from
a working-class family.

When Avercol announced
announced its factories

in Budapest, we saw promise
and opportunity.

A fantasy, maybe.

That company knew we were
being exposed to cancer,

and they let it happen,
and then they buried it.

Neil Cobb is the only one
who fought to expose the lie,

and he paid for it.

Did he have proof
about this cover-up?

[suspenseful music]

Internal briefs, recordings
of private conversations,

doctor toxicity reports.

Neil made copies of everything
Avercol thought they destroyed.

And that's enough reason
to have a good man silenced.

This is you?

I wanted to help anonymously.

If Avercol were willing
to kill Neil,

they won't think twice
about me.

But the evidence is gone,
Palma, burned up in the car.

These people
understand oppression.

They'll do whatever
it takes to win.

What was the nature of
your relationship with Cobb?

The man called you
the night he died.

He trusted me.

I had a contact at the news.

We were going to leak
the cover-up to them.

Neil believed Avercol was about
to take drastic measures.

If you knew the reason
for Cobb's death,

you could have
called the police.

I planned to, but without
proof, it's useless.

And then I heard
the FBI was involved.

And you were the only one
Cobb spoke to about this?

Not your lawyer,
not the other plaintiffs?

Neil only confided in me.

Some of the others knew
I had his ear, but that's it.

And once we exposed Avercol,

we'd have the company
by the balls.

Obviously,
they got to him first.

Did Cobb mention anyone
at Avercol

who might have caught wind
of his plan?

Only one person scared him.

Sam Gilroy, the CEO.

That man is pure evil.

♪ ♪

If Cobb blew the whistle
on his own client,

Avercol would have
gone down in flames.

There was reason here
to neutralize him.

Assuming the cover-up's true,
she has reason to lie to us.

Well, if it is true,
it explains why Cobb

was dragging his feet
on the settlement.

Maybe he was trying
to buy time,

stack evidence up
against Avercol.

Get a warrant
on Palma's phone.

She might have something
in her exchanges with Cobb.

By now, Cobb's death
is public knowledge in the U.S.

And guess who just
landed in Budapest?

Well, that was fast.

Thought it was weird he would
drop everything for this.

Turns out Gilroy and Cobb
have been friends for decades.

Same college,
same country club membership.

Their kids even go
to the same prep school.

Gilroy basically appointed his
frat brother to represent him.

Seems they both got
obscenely rich together.

Maybe after 30 years
of protecting this scumbag,

Cobb finally had enough.

[phone ringing]

How's the post-blast coming?

I can tell you one thing,

whoever built this bomb
was trying hard

to make it look like
amateur work.

But the circuitry
says otherwise.

It's a dead ringer
for ex-military.

It's odd, though.

We've nearly put
the whole thing back together,

and we seem to be missing
a detonator.

Never turned up
on our grid search.

All right,
keep us in the loop.

Well, the CEO didn't
plant the bomb.

We've also got about two weeks
since the last deposition

where Cobb's unaccounted for.

Yeah.

Where's his car been?

Traffic cameras
aren't turning up much.

Hungary's plates are linked

to the toll system electronically.

Maybe Cobb got flagged there?

I sent that request
to public road network,

but they're backed up.
It's taking forever.

I may be able
to push that through.

All right, Raines and I
will head to Gilroy's hotel,

get some face time
with our CEO.

♪ ♪

Ben?

You're kidding.

Don't worry, it's nothing.

Come on, let's go to my office.

I'm slightly concerned
you'll be in a coffin

next time I see you.

The bone is back in place.

Doctor just wants to err
on the side of caution.

Ugh.

I'm flattered you came by
to check on me, though.

This is awkward.

I need a favor, actually.

We're trying to see
if any tolls here picked up

Cobb's license plate.

Time frame?

As far back
as you can take us.

But the network's backlogged,
and I need to rush this.

I'll make a call.

But for now,
the least you could do

is autograph your handiwork.

You know, Hungarian
tradition says

that if you break
someone's arm,

you have to buy them a beer.

You're really milking this.

Maybe I'm combining
a few traditions.

[chuckles]

[knock at door]

Surgeons extracted the
shrapnel from the young girl.

- How is she?
- Stable, recovering.

I know at least one person
who would like to see this.

Thank you.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

It doesn't seem real.

It feels like just yesterday
we were sauced on champagne,

throwing dice in Macau.

Now you're here to repatriate

your friend's body,
is that right?

Yeah, Neil's done enough time
in Budapest on my behalf.

I'm taking him home.

The crowd here seems
to have it out for us.

I'm sure
the misconduct claims

against your company
aren't helping.

Ah, it's a chess match.

Plant workers are just trying

to squeeze out
a larger settlement.

Or some might say Avercol
is knowingly

suppressing malfeasance.

Any truth there?

A statement like that,
you better have proof.

I heard proof
was in Cobb's possession.

You would have the most
to lose if that evidence

were to get out.

Are you saying I'm a suspect?

You tell me.

[tense music]

I was gonna kick him a bonus
for saving me

nine figures
on this settlement.

He's a great lawyer,
great friend.

It's absurd.

Maybe your friend
came face to face

with the effect of his actions,

changed his mind
about helping you.

I've known him for 30 years.

Trust me, when you get rich
the way he did,

you are immune
to a change of heart.

You seem remarkably blasé
about poisoning your employees.

Look, we've got factories
on three continents.

Things happen in my company
that I'm not always aware of.

Neil got paid
to handle my affairs.

But I didn't know
what he was thinking

or doing half the time.

So maybe he pissed off
the wrong people,

cut his life short,
I don't know.

But I do know
that I had nothing to do

with the bomb
that killed my friend.

So why don't you two
do your damn jobs

and find the son
of a bitch who did.

- Thank you for your time.
- Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

Gilroy didn't even
deny the cover-up.

He knows this investigation's
about murder,

not corporate conspiracy.

You should have
pushed harder.

Guys like him like hearing
the sound of their own voice.

Better to let him think
he's calling the shots,

unless we want to be
dealing with his lawyers.

[phone rings]
How we looking?

Doctors pulled
a piece of metal

from our teenager,
saved her life.

Missing blasting cap
was lodged in her rib cage

from the explosion.

Device signature still
points to former military,

and they found writing
on the detonator.

It's in Bulgarian.

Does Avercol have
any ties there?

No trace of a relationship.

This feels like a lone wolf
operating locally.

Well, the KGB used to recruit
Bulgarian soldiers

for covert assassinations.

Might be similar
wet work there.

I tend to agree.

♪ ♪

I appreciate you keeping
my client in the loop,

but don't forget
that I represent her.

We've seen too many
vultures already.

That's fair enough.
I'll cut to the chase.

We found spyware on the phone
Palma turned over to us.

What?

Someone was monitoring
your conversations.

My guess is keeping tabs
on you and Cobb.

- Avercol?
- Could have been.

We're still trying to ID
exactly where it came from,

possibly a malware attachment.

Maybe other plaintiffs
were targeted

and their phones
are also compromised.

I was the only one
in communication with Neil.

God, it's all my fault.

They knew and they came
for Neil because of me.

[speaking Hungarian]

From the start, this has been
David and Goliath.

We've come so close
to a settlement.

Falling back to square one now
will crush us.

We're not trying
to jam up proceedings.

We cannot give Avercol
the satisfaction.

Seeing this through
is what Neil would have wanted.

Road network came through.

The night before he died,
Cobb's Mercedes was flagged

on a tollway outside town.

- Where was he headed?
- Unclear.

The return trip's
interesting, though.

Checkpoint snapped
another photo.

[suspenseful music]

That's not Cobb.

Who's behind the wheel?

It's Elia Cruz,
his associate.

But she said she hadn't
seen him in weeks.

She not only saw him
the night before he blew up,

this girl had his car keys.

♪ ♪

Hiding that you had access
to the victim's car

24 hours
before the bomb went off?

It's not a good look.
- Neil was too drunk to drive.

He gets that way sometimes.

I swear, he's literally
passed out in the back seat.

Which is weird, since you
hadn't seen Cobb in weeks?

Okay. I'm sorry I lied.

But there's a reason.

Neil had me pick him up
outside of town

at a gentlemen's club, Plush.

He's been a bit of a mess
ever since his wife left him.

I think he just needs--

needed companionship.

Let's talk optics.

Your budding career as a lawyer
was tied to Cobb.

If he torched his reputation
to take down Avercol,

you had a lot to lose.

What do you mean
take down Avercol?

The cover-up.

What cover-up?

Look, I want to help.

Then no more secrets.

How was Cobb's relationship
with Avercol?

Lucrative.

And you never witnessed
anything unusual?

[suspenseful music]

Our firm has an online system

with access
to Avercol's servers.

It keeps a log
of documents uploaded,

downloaded, or purged.

One night, I got an alert.

It looked like Neil
copied some files

before Avercol wiped them
for good.

The files are long gone,

but there should be a digital
footprint on our portal.

We'd like to review that.

Is there anything else?
- There's one more thing.

A few months ago,
I overheard them on the phone,

a call I shouldn't
have been on.

When exactly?

Last year.
Labor Day, I think.

Neil was--I mean, he was
tearing Mr. Gilroy a new one.

Lawyers don't speak
to their clients that way.

What was the topic?

I only heard a tiny bit,

but I have never heard
my boss so angry.

He kept telling Gilroy
what he did was indefensible.

He used that word.

The whole thing felt
extremely personal.

I'll swing by the strip club,
confirm the story.

Maybe someone there saw Cobb.

Timing's everything.

Cobb's wife Cindy served him
divorce papers last year.

It happened just a week after
the phone call Elia heard.

And it gets worse for Cobb.

Gilroy's credit card history
shows he bought

a penthouse suite and a
five-star hotel in Austin.

Cindy had been staying there
for months.

We've also placed them together
at resorts

in Horseshoe Bay
and Lost Pines.

Elia was right
when she said things

got personal
between these guys.

His wife was cheating
on him with his friend.

Do you think them shacking up
is what lit Cobb's fuse?

Set him down the path
to come after Avercol?

That could mean everything
Palma told us is true.

Gilroy's been holding his
tongue about it long enough.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

Before we start,
I want you to be aware

that you don't
have to speak with us.

I'm hoping to find
who did this just like you.

Get on with it.

Were you sleeping
with Cobb's wife?

Another refresher,
title 18, section 1001,

it's a crime to lie to the FBI.

Two consenting adults,
not a crime.

And you don't think
your buddy would have felt

some type of way about it?

Neil wasn't exactly
Mr. Faithful.

Cindy knew that.
- Nice of you to comfort her.

Given your long history,

Cobb's change of heart
makes sense now.

What do you want me to say?

There was a brief fling,
so what?

I made up with my wife.

Look, you want to tell me
he went off the deep end

because of the affair, fine.

But me having him smoked,
uh-uh, that's insane.

You know what that is?

Cobb's firm kept a ledger
of shared information

with their clients.

Cobb accessed Avercol's servers
and withdrew the tox reports.

The real ones that show
the levels of cadmium

plant workers were ingesting,

not the ones that
you doctored up

and replaced them with.

Let me tell you something,
I don't type on computers.

I don't do reports.
I make deals. I manage--

This proves Cobb
had something that you

didn't want getting out.

What's one more life
when you consider

all the ones
Avercol ruined here?

Companies seem to forget
how they get to the top

on the backs of others.

Give me a break.

What Cobb did
in Budapest took courage,

fighting for the workers,
amplifying their voice.

You have no clue
what you're talking about.

Maybe you just
didn't like that.

A fish rots
from the head, right?

You're trying to find
some way to pin this on me

and make him out to be some--
- Cobb knew that Avercol--

The damn cover-up
was his idea!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Cobb suggested
burying the evidence?

Had I actually seen
that ledger before,

if I actually knew
what he was scheming,

I'd have leveled him in court.

Attorney/client privilege
and all that.

Not if he had a plant worker

secretly leak
what he was feeding her.

Cobb had months to make
that happen and never did.

You know why?

He's got a vindictive gene.

It had to be him
who stuck the knife in me.

And if he succeeded?

Then what?

I'd have fired his ass.

Then there would have been
a change-up in lawyers,

put the case on ice.

You can probably guess what
that does to the settlement.

No one sees a dime
for another two years.

Cobb had to have known
his actions

would have screwed over
the victims getting paid.

I don't think Cobb
ever gave a damn

about the plant workers.

He only went off-leash
because of the affair.

Meanwhile, the plaintiffs
were caught

in a messed up tug-of-war
between two narcissists.

So either Gilroy had enough
and took out Cobb

or someone found
a perfect scapegoat in Avercol.

And the killer's
still out there.

Plush turned over
their CCTV footage.

Here's the feed
from their entrance.

You can see Elia grabbing Cobb.

♪ ♪

Hang on.

Cobb picked up a tail.

Gray SUV parked across
from the moment Cobb arrived,

just waiting.

This is our guy, isn't it?

You can't make out
the plates here,

but when it shadowed
him home that night,

tollway camera
caught a partial.

Six matches for a gray Chevy
with this partial plate.

Which one's our bomber?

Get closer on the wheels.

Studded tires.

Any one of our six places get
snow or sleet in the winter?

There--Visegrád,
north of the city.

Geography and elevation
make it prone to icy weather.

Studded tires make sense.

Property is registered
to Marót Toth,

50-year-old Hungarian farmer,
no wife, no kids.

He died years ago.

Cobb's assassin seems to be
keeping his memory alive.

♪ ♪

[beeping]

[rapid beeping]
- Move!

[shouting]

♪ ♪

[coughs]

[high-pitched ringing]

[voice muffled]
Scott, you okay?

Hey, you okay?

[speaking normally]
Scott?

I'm good, really.

Okay, we'll call a medic.

If there's any doubt
we had the right address...

Here. Come on.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Check the drives.

Acetone, hydrogen peroxide.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have TATP.

I reckon we found
Cobb's killer.

[speaking Hungarian]

Station cop car just
flagged our suspect's vehicle

coming this way.

He's not stopping.

[gunshots]

Get in.

♪ ♪

In pursuit.

Proceed with caution,
suspect is likely armed.

What the hell is he doing?

Down!

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

Suspect's definitely armed.

We need spikes now!

[officers shouting
in Hungarian]

♪ ♪

Mihail Korvalov,
former demolitionist

for the Bulgarian armed forces,
dishonorably discharged.

Made a lucrative career switch
to hired gun.

Mate, we've got you
on the TATP,

linked you to the car bomb,
murder, evading arrest,

and the trap which nearly
blew up an officer.

You're done.

But we know somebody
put you up to it.

We could always ship him back
to the motherland.

He could stand trial
for his crimes at home.

Great point.

Fancy serving out your days
in a Bulgarian prison cell?

How long would you last
inside those walls

before somebody gets to you?

The other option
is cooperate.

Give up whoever
paid you for the hit.

And if you become a source,
facilitate arrests,

I can put more on the table.

You might just be
worth something.

Crawl before you walk, though.

We want the man who hired you
for Cobb's death.

♪ ♪

Mr. Madaras
is currently in a meeting.

Let's go.

He's headed
for the southwest corner!

♪ ♪

He's now headed north.

Freeze!

Against the wall!

[siren wailing]

Hands behind your back.

You're under arrest.

Take him.

♪ ♪

For the last year,
Madaras has been trying

to keep his business afloat.

On the brink of a recession,

dude made
some bad financial plays.

Wound up with a slew of debt
he needed clear.

Nail in the coffin's
when he borrowed

from the wrong people.

Korvalov told us
that his fee for Cobb was 50K.

Madaras borrowed
exactly that amount

from these guys,
his last loan from them

at five times the interest.

Says they even made
the introduction.

Before they put a girl
in the hospital.

Most plaintiff attorneys
are paid on contingency.

They only get their cut
once the settlement

has been reached.

Madaras had no way
to fix the situation.

His only hope was the payout.

Which he would have gotten
if not for Cobb,

the man who threatened
to unravel the whole thing

if he blew the whistle.

If that man exposed Avercol,

it would have meant more money
for my clients

and 15% of a bigger pie for me.

Why would I try and stop that?

Because you were out of time.

Cobb's vendetta against Gilroy
was a setback for cash

you desperately needed now.

Working three years
on a pro bono case

killed your finances.

Throw a few loan sharks
in the mix, debt racking up,

collateral you shouldn't
have put down,

you're running scared.

And you're speculating.

We confiscated your PC

and found monitoring software installed.

It matches the spyware
on Palma's phone.

You kept tabs on her
conversations with Cobb.

So that's how you knew
that he was gearing up

to leak the evidence,
and you had to act.

With Cobb dead and Avercol
taking the fall for it,

you hoped the settlement
would be expedited.

Time to come clean.

We'll skip legal gridlock
if you do the right thing.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

You don't have
to say anything.

Just know the Bulgarian
rolled on you.

And he'll testify that
you hired him to kill Cobb

and which high-risk lender
sent you his fee.

I'd like to make a deal too.

We're a little past that.

That's not fair.

Fair?

What about the 18 lives
you were supposed to defend

or the girl who got caught
in the crossfire

when you hired a hit man
to blow up Cobb?

Your people trusted you,

and you used them like a shield
to hide behind.

Maybe it's time you faced them.

♪ ♪

I'm here to remind you
of a broken promise.

Daniel Simón.

He proposed to his wife

at Lake Velence
on a rented boat.

She said it was
the windiest day.

They both wanted children,

little ones to play with
in the garden

and read stories to before bed.

But then Dani got sick.

Beatrice Farkas.

She taught herself
five languages

but fell in love with Spanish.

She has an itch to travel.

Wanted to see
the Amazon rainforest

since she was a girl.

♪ ♪

Palma Kovács.

Likes to sing pop songs
in the shower

and paint landscapes,

prefers sunrises to sunsets.

Her favorite season is winter.

[sobbing]

I'm so sorry.

♪ ♪

The victims get more money.

Case doesn't go to trial.

Chapter comes to an end.

And Sam Gilroy gets
to walk away from all of this.

That's not justice.

There may be a silver lining
with that.

When Gilroy admitted
the cover-up was Cobb's idea,

he implicated himself.

The bureau can now
open an investigation

with the assistant
U.S. attorney.

Evidence concealment, conspiracy,

and obstruction of justice.

Gilroy and Avercol go under
the microscope back home.

The FBI will build a case
while the settlement resolves.

No guarantees
of a conviction,

but it will turn his life
upside down.

That's a fraction
of what he deserves,

but I'm glad
you're with us on this.

This kind of tragedy hits
the community a certain way.

Not everyone can act
in those situations.

Palma, what you've done,

how far you're willing to go
for what you believe...

It's bravery.

So my sister kept adding
cocoa powder the entire time.

For the Georgian half
of my family,

this khinkali
was the most offensive thing

they'd ever eaten.

[both chuckle]

You know,
if you need someplace to be,

it's really, really okay.

You honored Hungary
by purchasing this beer.

Sorry, caught me in a moment.

I listen well,
if you feel like sharing.

I just found myself
thinking about this case

and all the collateral damage,
the victims of Avercol.

It's not even just the workers;

it's everyone around them
who lost something.

And even with Cobb,
a teenager became a casualty

just for being there,
and now her parents

have to deal with that.

Who's looking out
for any of them?

Up for taking a drive with me?

Sure.

Oh, you mean now?

Maybe we order
a few things to go.

Do you have a menu?

[indistinct conversation]

Oh, that's good.
I hope you're holding up.

My friend and I were
just in the neighborhood,

and I'm glad she's doing okay.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

[soft music]

Everything okay?

Yeah, no, perfect.

You've been a good sport.

I think I owe you
a proper drink.

Call it an American tradition.

So how long do you
have to wear it?

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]