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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]