Original subtitles

You're Angela Cassidy's son, right?

She sold classified information to the Russians,

disappeared in '05.

[dramatic music]

That's Moscow two weeks ago.

Your mother's still out there.

♪ ♪

City camera captured this near the bridge.

It looks like you, Agent Kellett.

I can confirm that we were together.

In what capacity were the two of you together?

You shouldn't have to answer for my actions.

What are you saying?

Maybe the two of us

should take some time apart.

♪ ♪

[laughter]

[all speaking Russian]

Ooh!

[laughter]

[banging on door]

[laughter]

[banging on door]

[indistinct chatter]

- Where is she? - Who?

[indistinct chatter]

Hey! Where is she?

Sabina, where is she?

Sit down.

Have a drink. Relax.

Where is Sabina?

[laughs]

You son of a bitch!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Fine.

You win, okay? You win.

Relax, my friend.

Everything's-- - Where is she?

Everything's going to be okay.

Where is she?

[groaning]

[yelling]

♪ ♪

[groans]

[yells]

♪ ♪

I told you to have a drink.

[laughter]

- Whoa, whoa! - [groans]

- Calm down. - Where is she?

- Calm down. - Where is she?

[yells] [gunshots]

[yells, grunts]

♪ ♪

Florin!

[speaking Russian]

[groaning, coughing]

[groans]

♪ ♪

[groaning]

You're going to wish I shot you in the head, my friend.

[siren wailing]

Do svidaniya.

♪ ♪

[coughs] Hey!

Hey! In here!

[officers speaking Russian]

Pocket.

Check my pocket.

♪ ♪

I'm Mark Douglas.

I'm a detective with the New York Police Department.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Feels weird,

not reaching out for your hand.

I know.

There's career ramifications now that people know...

for both of us.

When we got caught up in it early,

we didn't consider those things.

And I'm glad we didn't,

but now...

No, I get it.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Acorn Court?

It's the street I grew up on.

That's you?

Yeah.

Who sent it?

I don't know.

♪ ♪

Mark Douglas, 22-year vet of the NYPD.

He's been in Transnistria on behalf of the NYPD

International Liaison Program.

NYPD has detectives in 20 countries worldwide

to gather information regarding terrorism

and send it back to New York.

Details are foggy, since the nearest

Legat office is in Bucharest,

but we know that Douglas shot a man in a bar.

The man he shot is still in the hospital.

He's being held at the police station in Tiraspol.

A bit about Transnistria:

it's an unrecognized breakaway state

located on the Moldovan-Ukrainian border,

though Moldova still considers it

a part of their country.

My predecessor on the Fly Team

referred to Moldova as the Wild West of Europe

and Transnistria is the O.K. Corral.

- Language there? - Mostly Russian.

I know a little. - All right, heads up.

Because we are headed into a frozen conflict zone,

we will have no established or formal contacts

or relations, all right?

No way to pull levers for pressure or influence.

- Flying blind. - Yeah, essentially.

Now, there may not be any rules,

but we will not deviate from our standards, understood?

Europol isn't recognized there,

but I'm a German officer assigned to Europol.

We have a presence in Transnistria,

monitoring weapons trafficking

that may be coming into Germany.

Let's hit it.

Hey, Andre, I got an email

from an address I didn't recognize.

Can you see who sent it and from where?

All right, no sweat. Forward it to me.

All right, thanks.

[indistinct chatter]

Lieutenant Timur Rusu.

I guess you'll be dealing with me.

Special Agent Scott Forrester.

This is my team.

Where is Mark Douglas now?

Getting his front teeth fixed.

Officers should have him here in an hour.

- Do you know Douglas well? - No, no.

He would come in for a few hours each day

to submit his daily report to NYPD.

Then he would go.

Kept to himself.

What about the man he shot?

I don't know much about him.

Do you have any interviews or records we can look at?

No, nothing has been written yet.

Okay, so you don't have a whole lot of information

on this case so far?

I'm sorry, am I not moving fast enough for you?

The FBI does not recognize Transnistria.

You ignore us completely, and now you show up and it's...

All right, how about we just set aside

any diplomatic recognition or lack thereof,

seeing as that's neither one of our jobs,

and let's just help each other on this case?

I'm here.

I greeted you.

I'm helping.

The man who was shot, where is he now?

Hospital.

Can we talk to him?

By all means.

And even though we may be unrecognized,

this is a country with laws

that I am charged with enforcing.

You are guests here, and I will not hesitate

to do my duty if you step out of line.

This is gonna be fun.

We need a place to work out of,

not here.

I'll make some calls.

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

- Who's that? - His name is Florin.

He owns the bar from last night.

FBI.

What are you doing here?

Why are you not arresting the New York cop?

Just trying to get a full picture

of what happened last night.

Uh-huh.

Did you know the man who was shot?

Yeah, Marius. He's my friend.

And how is he?

In surgery, more bleeding.

How about you? Were you at the bar last night?

I was, and I can tell you,

Mark Douglas, he's a bad policeman.

He started hanging around the bar,

but he wanted everything for free,

including the women.

Some of the girls that work there said he liked to, um...

[snaps fingers]

[speaking Russian]

[laughs] - We get it.

Okay.

Anyway, he turned up last night, drunk,

asking for some girl he'd gone crazy about.

I tell him to leave, he pull a gun.

What was he doing in the back of a car, zip-tied?

Well, we were taking him to the police station,

where he belongs.

And who is this girl that he was crazy about?

- Sabina, something like this. - Uh-huh.

And do you know where she is? - Hey, look, I don't know, man.

It's a bar, you know?

People come. They drink. They leave.

Normally it's not a problem,

but Mark wanted to act like a big, tough American.

[chuckles]

It's the wrong country.

♪ ♪

[laughter]

♪ ♪

What are you doing in Transnistria, Mark?

Gathering intelligence for the NYPD.

Regarding?

The Taliban is raising money for weapons

by moving Afghani heroin through here into Black Sea.

How does that put you at a bar, drunk,

at 2:00 a.m. with a gun in your hand?

The daily reports I gotta do for the job

only take me a couple hours each day.

I've had some time to investigate other things.

Okay, like?

I came across a crew that is trafficking women into the U.S.

They're promising them nanny jobs in New York City

and then forcing them into prostitution.

- Came across them how? - Hanging out at the bar.

They found out that I was a New York cop

and not only that,

that I'd been stationed at JFK for five years.

So I present myself as open for business

and start telling them that I know how to get around customs,

and I've been working my way up the ladder ever since.

Do your bosses on the job

know about this side investigation?

Kind of.

That is not an answer.

No,

all right, not directly,

but everything is documented,

and I was gonna present it once I had some traction.

Who's this girl you were looking for last night,

Sabina?

Just a girl in trouble,

girl that I was trying to help.

We're hearing you took an interest

in a lot of girls at that bar.

So you've been talking to some locals

and now you're trying to work me?

I'm just telling you what I'm hearing.

- You sleeping with her? - No.

Mark, just to refresh your memory,

all NYPD stationed overseas

are on tourists passports, not diplomatic.

We can't just walk you out of here.

So you might want to start getting honest with us.

Look, I'm telling you the truth, all right?

Everything is documented at my apartment.

I would've kept it here, but I don't trust the local cops.

So go to my apartment right now and find my laptop

and get the files and get back here with them now,

'cause that crew is getting ready to move

the next batch of girls to New York City any day now.

And you gotta find Sabina.

She can help us solve this thing.

♪ ♪

Deputy Inspector Rick Savrinn, NYPD.

I'm at Intelligence.

International Liaison Program goes through us.

Scott Forrester, Jaime Kellett, FBI.

Great, look, I know Mark, he reports to me,

and I'll get to the bottom of this.

Don't worry, I'll keep you apprised the whole way.

Yeah, that's not happening.

You're gonna pull out the manual on me,

out here in the middle of nowhere?

You're not getting anywhere near this, Rick.

Unless you know something that might be of help.

All right, listen.

Mark lost his wife in 9/11.

She was pregnant with their kid.

Mark was two years on the job.

He never got it back together after that.

He's a good guy.

Just cut him a break here.

We'll do our best,

but stay out of this until we know what's going on.

Yeah, no, of course.

♪ ♪

- Guten Tag. - Guten Tag.

♪ ♪

This is a clandestine German Intelligence listening post

used as an early warning system to alert Germany

to any threats in or passing through Transnistria.

- I could work with this. - Hell yes.

Okay, we're gonna need

sat imagery of Douglas' apartment

and the tavern where the shooting went down.

And also need all database checks

tying to those addresses and players

and info on anyone who's used those addresses

on U.S. entry visa documents.

I'll also get you satellite phones,

GPS locator devices, and encrypted radios for comms.

Espresso machine is in the cubby.

You are amazing, Katrin.

Have I told you that lately?

Yes, but I never tire of hearing it.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

Take your shoes off.

This is customary in Transnistria.

FBI?

That's right. You?

Vadim Cerban, police.

♪ ♪

We need to search the apartment.

Already searched thoroughly.

We're looking for Mark Douglas' laptop

and some files.

Oh, we didn't find either of those.

- Well, that's unfortunate. - Mm.

[phone rings] - Kellett.

Okay.

The guy Douglas shot just died in surgery.

This is not good for your American friend.

I didn't mean to kill him.

The crew that I was infiltrating,

they probably paid off a cop to go clear out my apartment.

Yeah, that's one theory.

The other, which the local police have embraced,

is that there was never an undercover op

and you're just a bored cop who was looking for a good time

and pissed off the wrong people.

It's legit, what I did.

All right, did I screw up going in that bar

and trying to strong-arm Florin?

Yeah, all right, but that doesn't change

what him and his crew are doing.

How many cops are on the take around here?

A lot, most, I don't know.

I was never fully embraced by the local police,

but you hear stories.

- Any names you could give us? - No.

Like I said, they sort of boxed me out.

[dramatic music]

Is that my phone? - Yeah.

Anything on there that can help your case?

Yeah.

♪ ♪

That's Sabina.

Look, some things have happened in my life

that have knocked me sideways.

As a result, I didn't amount to much of a cop,

but this is my one chance to atone for all of that.

And I swear to you

there is a major trafficking ring going on here.

Just find Sabina.

She will tell you everything.

But you got to get to her quick, or she is gone.

Stop giving us the runaround.

What do you know about the trafficking ring?

We need details.

They run it out of that tavern.

They take the girls in the back.

They start feeding them this nanny BS.

They rape them. They-- [door clicks open]

The prosecutor has charged you with murder.

You're being transferred for arraignment.

♪ ♪

- No, no, no, no, no, no way! - Rick!

- No! - Rick, I'm so sorry, man!

Everything was aboveboard! I swear to God!

I'll get you out of here, Mark!

Don't worry!

The reports I asked for, have they been written up yet?

- Yeah, I handed them over. - I haven't seen anything.

Deputy Inspector Savrinn wanted to look at them first.

Hey!

I told you to keep your nose out of this.

I saved you some time, all right?

There is jack squat in these reports.

Cops here either don't get paid enough for paperwork

or don't want to stick their neck out.

Is there something you want swept under the rug, Rick?

I'm trying to figure out

why you're so hot and bothered by this case.

- Mark's my cousin. - Of course he is.

Ever since his wife died, I've been looking after him.

If you interfere one more time,

I will have you arrested for obstruction.

♪ ♪

Info is still coming in from the U.S. interagency,

but since Transnistria is unrecognized,

it's a little thin.

But we do have the names and photos of the group

Mark Douglas was "infiltrating."

German Intelligence doesn't have much either,

since they aren't on our radar for weapons trafficking.

[tablet rings]

I got Jubal.

Hey, Jubal, thanks for helping us out.

Hey, well, you might not be thanking me

after I tell you what we have--or don't have, rather.

Intel confirms that we have a gang from Transnistria

working out of New York that are suspected of bringing

women over and forcing them into prostitution.

The problem is, the gang is very clan-y.

You actually have to be blood related to get in.

So as a result, neither we nor the NYPD

has been able to get a UC in there or flip anyone yet.

So if this ring is gonna be broken up anytime soon,

it's gonna have to be on your end.

Got it.

Keep me posted.

- Will do. - Well...

All right, here's the tavern where the shooting took place.

Can't get close enough for facial rec,

but there's heavy traffic,

mostly in and out the back entrance.

We should check it out.

If Douglas' apartment was cleared out,

is anything gonna be at the tavern?

Well, that's why we search it

without anyone knowing we're doing it.

Looking at time-lapse foot traffic,

the only downtime at the tavern

is between 4:00 a.m. and 8:00 a.m.

Who's this?

A woman Douglas is fixated on.

He thinks she's being trafficked.

You look skeptical.

I don't know what to believe just yet.

It does feel like we're contorting ourselves a bit

to look for ways to find Douglas innocent.

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

We hit the tavern at 4:30 a.m.,

and then we can revisit this conversation, all right?

Douglas' wife was pregnant when she died in 9/11.

Can you find a photo of her?

She worked at Cantor Fitzgerald.

Sure.

Hey, I looked into that email you received.

Originated from Moscow, about 1,000 kilometers

from where we are right now, actually.

Did you double-click on the photo?

Probably.

Because if you did, there was malware attached.

Whoever sent the email will be able to track your location.

Okay.

You need to take the SIM card out your phone.

Jaeger has a secure one you can use

until I can get you a new one.

I can do it for you. - No, no, no, no.

We can swap it back in Budapest.

If someone's trying to find me,

they're not coming to Transnistria.

Believe me.

Found a photo of Douglas' late wife.

♪ ♪

Well, they look awfully similar.

And there you have it.

Douglas is fixated on Sabina

because she reminds him of his dead wife.

Yup.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Got something.

Back room, northeast corner.

♪ ♪

Looks like Mark Douglas was right.

Nanny résumés.

Fake passports.

♪ ♪

Airline tickets.

They're sending girls to New York.

♪ ♪

Agent Forrester.

Mark Douglas was onto something.

That crew is trafficking women, but someone is protecting them.

Maybe a cop, maybe you.

But if those women are headed to the United States,

you got a problem: me.

♪ ♪

You should go have a smoke out back,

by the tree.

I don't smoke.

Sure, you do.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[clears throat]

♪ ♪

If you help us,

it would demonstrate to the FBI and the United States

Transnistria's dedication to cooperate.

And that would go a long way with securing equipment,

training, and recognition.

I know you want that for your country.

I want to help you

but not at the cost of my own life.

If you're worried about any of your men,

give me their names and mobile numbers

of any of them that are shady.

I'll look into it on my end.

We can listen in on any line overseas.

I would need approval for this,

and then the other police will know what I'm doing.

[phone chimes]

One second. One second.

Your Officer Douglas was attacked.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

Stabbed, but he has a pulse.

Find Sabina.

Save the girls.

I sent him here to the other side of the planet

so he could just burn off the last two years

he needs before he gets his 25.

I had no idea it would backfire like this.

You can speak with him now.

You two go ahead.

[dramatic music]

So sad.

Yeah, isn't it?

I feel bad.

It's not a good reflection on my country.

Who stabbed him?

Could be any number of people,

but I come to you with a solution

because we are, you know, fellow law enforcement.

We're like--we're brothers, in a way.

Mm-hmm. I feel the same way.

I have a few trusted friends--

police, I'm talking about--

and we can transport Mark to an airfield.

Let's get him home,

get him out of here.

Oh, you can do that?

You have the power without the approval of your bosses?

Don't worry about them.

♪ ♪

Oh, that's amazing.

You hear that, Mark?

Can we use the bureau's jet?

This is what you want, Mark?

Hell yes, it's what he wants.

Mark?

I made Sabina a promise

that I would free her from that crew.

You stupid son of a bitch.

I'm gonna strangle you if you turn this down.

They're cutting us a break here.

That cop isn't cutting us a break.

He wants us all out of here

because Mark was onto something.

See?

I told you I wasn't messing around here.

Mark, do you want to pull the pin and get out of here?

No.

I want to finish the job.

♪ ♪

All right.

That cop is watching us.

I need you to nod and say, "Yes," so he sees it.

I'll take care of the rest.

- This is insanity. - Shut up.

Okay.

♪ ♪

All right, we accept, and we are grateful.

Very good. I'll be back in an hour.

Oh, just hold on.

I have to get proper aircraft clearances.

I have to secure bureau medical personnel

to make sure that he is stable on the way home.

Hey, just put in your mobile number,

and I will text you when we're good to go.

♪ ♪

Don't tell me you're already changing your mind.

[clears throat]

[phone chimes]

Great.

♪ ♪

We are up on Vadim's cell phone.

On-the-spot translator will subtitle everything in English.

Anything yet?

Well, he called his wife,

followed by a call to his girlfriend.

That's it so far.

[line ringing]

Hey, we got a call coming in.

What is the FBI still doing here?

That's Florin,

the guy who owns the bar.

I'm doing my best.

This Agent Forrester is troublesome.

Well, do better.

Otherwise, he won't be the only one I get rid of.

♪ ♪

I'm gonna go grab a smoke.

♪ ♪

[speaking Russian]

Timur, I need your help.

This trafficking ring is hurting your country as well.

Innocent women being victimized,

families being torn apart,

dirty money corrupting your own department.

Someone a lot smarter than me once said

the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil

is for good men to do nothing.

Are we really gonna let this happen?

Timur has a lawyer he trusts

in the prosecutor general's office.

I just texted you her number.

Reach out, make an introduction,

and tell her that we'll have evidence to present soon.

Got it.

Stop.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

You're making a big mistake.

Well, you should have left when you had the chance.

♪ ♪

[drill whirring]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

This country and our people

have been like a chew toy

to the larger countries around us--

you know, Russia and Moldova, Romania, Ukraine...

For centuries.

Attacked, abandoned, ignored.

So you will believe me when I tell you

I have the resolve to back up what I'm about to say.

Fair enough.

I give you Mark Douglas' laptop and files.

You do with them what you like.

In exchange, you leave me alone,

and any cooperation I give to you or your bureau

remains secret.

- You're halfway there. - No.

That's my best and final offer.

I believe that's your best offer,

but that's not where we're gonna end up.

If you don't like my terms, you can die in this warehouse.

If you were stupid enough to kill me,

you would've done it already,

but you won't, because there's not a rock you can hide under

on this planet if you kill a fed.

And you know that.

- You don't know me very well. - Well enough.

Look, you made a big show of abducting me

so your other cop buddies would think

you're hanging me over some cliff,

but clearly you want to make a deal confidentially.

And I think that's absolutely the smartest move,

but here's what we're gonna do.

I will take the laptop and the files,

but you're also gonna give me your testimony against Florin

and any other coconspirators here,

plus those back in New York.

I would be a dead man here if I go against Florin.

Then let's get you out, huh?

We could relocate you and your family

with a very generous resettlement package.

This is my home.

You know, the way you describe your countrymen,

you know what my takeaway is?

You've adapted and survived.

And that's what you need to do right now, Vadim,

adapt and survive.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

How long do I have to consider this?

You don't.

Vadim, it's over.

You're working for the FBI now.

Now, come on,

take these cuffs off so we can shake on it.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Nobody move! Hands up!

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Yours? - Yeah, thank you.

Inspector Timur for you.

Forrester.

Do you have all you need now?

No.

We want the names of the people in New York.

I don't know anything about that.

We know you do.

Okay, this whole New York thing, Vadim's behind it.

But you're the one in bed with a bad cop.

You're the one believing his stories,

so that makes it your problem.

Vadim told us what he knows.

We believe him, and we made a deal.

And what he knows puts you on very unstable ground, Florin.

Okay. Explain to me this deal.

Our government is negotiating

an extradition treaty with Transnistria.

Your country is eager

for international recognition and respect.

Talks are going quite smoothly, last we heard.

Do you want to be the first person from your country

to get a life sentence at an American penitentiary?

But you can avoid that

by giving us names in New York

and proof that they're forcing these girls into prostitution.

If you give us this,

then you can stay here in Transnistria.

Your wife can visit you in prison,

bring you homemade dumplings.

We're also gonna need to know where Sabina is,

where you have her held.

You know, we have this expression here.

I will do my best to translate it for you.

♪ ♪

May your children crap in your soup.

I am done talking to them.

♪ ♪

We need the names in New York,

or we don't have a case.

♪ ♪

Go grab a smoke.

♪ ♪

[speaking Russian]

♪ ♪

That's pretty.

Reminds me of that ruin bar we had beers at that one time.

When we first...you know.

I was thinking the same thing.

Should I not be sharing memories like that?

I have no problem with you sharing memories like that.

[door clicks]

Florin changed his mind. He's cooperating.

He's providing names right now,

and this is the address where Sabina is.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[speaking Russian]

FBI.

Are you Sabina?

- [speaking Russian] - Yes.

We're here regarding Mark Douglas.

- Sabina? - [speaking Russian]

[both speaking Russian]

- Is Mark okay? - Save it.

Fine, what do you want?

Are you being trafficked, yes or no?

No.

How'd you meet Mark?

Why do you care?

[chuckles] We can take this inside

and talk about it in front of your family if you'd like.

I met Mark at a bar.

My cousin works with Florin. He's the boss.

I'd just meet tourist men and get what I could.

So you were working Mark for money,

telling him you were being forced into prostitution

and about to be shipped over to New York

and you needed to buy your way out of this gang.

Mark need to, I mean.

Mark was looking to save someone.

I just told him what he wanted to hear.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

The trafficking ring was dismantled.

In New York too?

They have all the information,

a list of players.

We're waiting on updates.

That's--that's great.

You did a hell of a job, Mark.

And Sabina? Any word?

Yeah. Some good news on that front, actually.

We found her. She is safe and free.

Oh, my God that's--that's amazing.

She's here, actually.

Are you serious?

Yeah, she wanted to thank you in person.

Come on.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

I am so happy that you are safe, Sabina.

I did all of this for you.

[chuckles]

I know you did.

And I'll never forget it.

I'll never forget you.

♪ ♪

Jet's waiting.

We're out of here.

♪ ♪

Are we good?

So what did we agree upon?

1,000 rubles?

♪ ♪

So we were able to crack the crew here.

Eight arrests, all Transnistrians

here on expired visas,

and we freed ten women who were being held.

And from what our task force could gather,

there were 30 more women

who have already come through New York,

and we are locating them as we speak.

Great work on your end. Thank you.

- It was a team effort, Jubal. - Talk soon.

New phone. I can swap it right now.

No, I said I'd do it back in Budapest.

Copy.

Mmm, what's this?

Schnapps, of course.

[chuckles] Please and thank you.

- [speaking German] - Cheers.

Cheers.

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

I regret not getting involved sooner.

I apologize.

Well, you got involved at the right time.

That's what counts.

Is there any chance that the FBI will open

a Legat office here in Transnistria?

There are many good people here, and we need help.

I'll put in a good word. You have my number.

Let there be no long break

between this drink and the next.

- Cheers. - Vashe zdorovie.

♪ ♪

Then I will see you again.

That's a deal.

♪ ♪

Hello, Scott.

♪ ♪

Hey, Mom.

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]