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[upbeat electronic music]

- Damn, this city's unreal. - Whoo!

It's just nice to walk around everywhere

after being cooped up on the ship, right?

But what's with all these Dutch women, huh?

It's like they got a stick up their ass.

I think it's the stick up yours is the problem.

Oh, yeah? Really, huh?

- What's the next stop, boys? - I'm not sure.

Hey, uh, where are you going? - My boyfriend's flat.

[both chuckle] - [scoffs]

Keep it together, Sutton. Let's go.

- Yeah, I'm working on it. - My vote?

De Wallen. - Ah, I second that.

- The Red Light District? - Yeah. What are you, Amish?

Yeah, the Red Light District. Come on. You in?

Yeah, you're in. Let's go. Let's go.

♪

What a trip.

Five months at sea,

no beer, no Internet, no cheeky-cheeky.

These women are doing God's work.

Well, look at that.

You already made a new friend. - [chuckles]

Hey, smoke show, come on. Go for it, Karloski.

No, you wanna check out this cannabis café first?

No, no. Hey, don't change the subject.

Stay here. Right, focus. Right here. Right here.

Hey! Hey, no photos! This is not a sex museum.

You put your money where your mouth is or move along.

Hey, we know how it works, okay?

Why don't you back off?

Delete the photos or pay the girl.

Look, did you not hear me, old man? Huh?

Yeah, you wanna shake down some tourists,

that's fine by me, okay?

You run up on us, I'll kick your ass.

Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey. There's no need for all that.

I'll just go in.

Yes. You enjoy yourself.

100 euros, 30 minutes.

50 for 15. - Oh.

I guess I'll just do 15.

[door closes]

First time?

Relax. I'll take good care of you.

But no condom, no sex.

And no kissing.

[rock music playing]

♪

Well, his phone's still on. I think our boy got lucky.

Nah, he wouldn't miss

a mandatory compliance inspection.

He's a "five minutes early to everything" type guy.

Karloski, open up.

Can you open this door? - Hmm.

Is this your room? - No, it's a buddy of ours.

Oh, I'm sorry. I can't let you in unl--

excuse me.

[door lock beeps]

Coming in. Hope you're alone.

[tense music]

Ryan! No.

Oh, no.

Clear.

Oh, God.

He's dead.

♪

Iowa, that's where you're from, Mom!

Land of the rolling prairie...

and Slipknot.

We're flying there for the family reunion next summer.

What's Slipknot?

It's a band.

You know what? Forget it.

- Will Nana and Pops be there? - Sure will.

And Uncle Scott, Aunt Shannon, all your cousins.

Will Nagymami and Nagypapi be there?

No.

That's dad's side of the family.

[doorbell rings]

[door beeping] Hello.

- Are you Amanda Tate? - I am.

I need your signature.

What is it?

A summons to appear in court.

♪

What have we got?

This morning a maritime security contractor

was murdered in Amsterdam.

Cause of death-- lethal asphyxiation.

Ryan Karloski, Massachusetts resident,

former U.S. Army gunner's mate--

I mean Navy.

He was only 25. Why did he leave the military?

Amanda.

Sorry. Um, financial opportunities.

For the last five months, he was working

for the international private security company

Devos Maritime. - That's a dangerous job.

Maritime security contractors defend ships

from piracy, hijackings, terrorists.

How long was Karloski in the Netherlands?

Since yesterday morning.

He was protecting a ship

that docked at the Port of Amsterdam,

a hopper dredger, whatever that is.

He'd only been to the country once prior

when the ship departed.

You know what?

How about we finish this on the plane, yeah?

Hey.

Are you okay? You seem a little on edge.

Honestly, I've-- I've never had to ask this,

but something urgent came up that I have to deal with.

Mm-hmm.

Can I take the rest of the day off?

Yeah, we got your back.

Is there anything I can do to help?

No, it's just some stuff with my ex.

- Okay, go. - Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Andre, I'm gonna need you to hang back

and cover for Amanda, okay?

No sweat.

Thanks.

[siren wailing]

♪

Detective Layla Amrani.

Cameron Vo, nice to meet you.

Special Agent Scott Forrester.

Pleasure to meet you both.

I've seen suicides by asphyxiation,

but a gangland-style execution--

I have to admit, this is a first.

Likewise. Any security cameras?

Only in the lobby, I'm afraid.

The bag was secured around Karloski's neck with duct tape.

No signs of forced entry. - Any prints on the tape?

Yes, from one of his colleagues, Shane Sutton.

He pulled the bag off his head.

In smothering cases, victims usually put up a fight.

Was there any serious injuries, trace DNA?

The medical examiner is working on the report now.

We'll get you the results as soon as possible.

Karloski's cell phone.

He received this text message at 1:18 this morning.

"Leave 5K behind the lion statue

"in Zorgvlied Cemetery at 10:00 a.m.,

or we will release photos from tonight."

- Local area code. - Yeah, check it out.

Who the hell is "we"?

The victim was being shaken down.

By whom, I'm not so sure.

Any witnesses?

Uh, Karloski was partying with Sutton

and one of his colleagues from the security team last night--

Bernard Almaz.

He's the one who called 112.

Karloski was a real guy. You know what I mean?

Like, a genuine guy.

We used to play poker every night before we racked out.

Had a lot of heart-to-hearts.

Got me to open up about things I'd never told anyone.

When was the last time you saw him?

De Wallen, around 12:00 a.m. this morning.

And the three of you were staying here at the hotel.

Same floor, different rooms.

Look, we know who did it. Give me the phone.

I'll show you the guy.

There he is.

That's the pimp who forced Karloski

to have sex with one of his whores.

These punters can't hold their liquor.

And then they start taking photos of my girls.

Huh? What did they think this is, a petting zoo?

Right now I think your biggest concern is the murder

of an American who was caught up in a blackmail scheme

after visiting one of your sex workers.

Blackmail? Ah, maybe at other brothels, not here.

How so?

Locals, they complain about too much sex,

too much noise,

too many beschonken people in the streets.

Now the city has all these regulations.

Sex workers have empty pockets.

And what do they do?

They sell their customers' info to the Bulgarian Mafia.

Where were you around 2:00 this morning?

Right here. My shift ended at 3:00.

Then I went home to my wife.

- Is this one of your ladies? - Mm, Famke.

She's been renting from me for five years.

I need to speak with her.

Haven't seen her, not since last night,

when your American came back for round two.

♪

Famke Hensen, 38, Dutch,

registered sex worker under the Chamber of Commerce,

no priors.

The blackmailer's phone number

matches her contact info.

Owen Van Doorn, Dutch--

I went through the CCTV outside of the brothel.

His alibi checks out.

12:02 a.m.,

the guys argue with Van Doorn,

and Karloski enters the brothel.

12:35 a.m.,

Sutton and Almaz head back to the hotel to call it a night.

12:50 a.m., Karloski walks out of the brothel.

Ten minutes later, he enters the hotel lobby.

1:21 a.m., he leaves the hotel

and returns to the brothel at 1:29.

1:48 a.m., he exits the brothel,

and he heads back to the hotel, alone.

My theory--after getting the blackmail text from Famke,

Karloski went back to the brothel and refused to pay up.

At some point before or after he returned to the hotel,

the killer enters his room.

Famke was evicted from the address Van Doorn had on file.

I'll try and get a ping on her phone number.

Let's get to it.

Hey, so, uh, what's the deal with Amanda's ex-husband?

She likes to keep her personal stuff personal.

Which is why I'm asking you.

Ex-fiancé, they were never married.

Bit of a control freak, if you ask me.

Your ex filed for sole custody of your daughter.

No, we--we had an agreement to split custody 50/50.

An official agreement?

More of a handshake deal.

You're not a Hungarian citizen.

No, but László sponsors me on a family-reunification visa.

We've always been on good terms.

Until now, apparently.

The last thing you want is an ongoing custody battle.

It doesn't go well here for, uh, noncitizens.

The best option...

I can schedule a meeting with a mediator this afternoon.

Does László really have a case here, after seven years?

He absolutely has a case.

♪

Outcall services aren't my thing.

I got off work at 2:00 a.m., and I came here.

It's my brother's.

Can he confirm your whereabouts?

Ooh. Well, he lives in Brussels.

Is there a reason he'd need to?

[chuckles] This guy.

Did you sleep with him last night?

Sort of.

"Sort of"?

It was his first time paying for full service,

and he couldn't quite perform.

Hmm, so then why did he come back to the brothel?

Well, to aggressively accuse me

of sending an extortion text.

He kept talking nonsense about photos and cash

and a-a lion in a cemetery.

Do you have any idea who might have sent it?

Well, men seem to be drawn

to the exotic submissive market these days.

I bet he tried to give it another go

with one of those Eastern European girls

flooding into my country illegally.

Just stick to the questions.

My point is, they steal business from local sex workers

and do anything for money.

Are you going to tell me why you're here?

Ryan Karloski was murdered

shortly after he left the brothel.

"Murdered"?

And you think I had something to do with this?

Well, the blackmail text came from your phone.

I-I didn't send it.

Here...

have a look if you don't believe me.

♪

[cell phone chimes]

We have a situation in De Wallen.

I'll be keeping this, and we will be in touch.

[scoffs]

You didn't tell me anything!

No wonder you Americans always get yourselves killed!

♪

Move, move, move, move, move!

[people screaming]

Move!

- He's gonna kill him! - [shrieking]

♪

Calm down.

- You're under arrest. - Let's go.

Take him.

[handcuffs clicking]

♪

Shane Sutton, 36, American, and Bernard Almaz, 32.

Mother's French. Father's Ethiopian.

Raised in Indonesia.

Prior to working for Devos Maritime,

they served the navy in their respective countries.

In 2016, Almaz ended his service with the French Navy

due to drug-dependency issues.

And in 2019,

Sutton received a BCD discharge for misconduct.

Big chicken dinner-- that is one of the worst ways

somebody can be discharged from the military.

There is no way Famke iced a security contractor

with military training.

She could be under the thumb of the Bulgarian Mafia.

But I already looked through her phone,

and we couldn't find the blackmail text to Karloski.

That's because it was sent to his cell via a spoofing app.

You can manipulate information by transmitting it

to a recipient's caller ID display

to disguise the real texter's identity.

Someone used Famke's number to frame her as the sender.

Couldn't get an ID on any suspect.

There's a bar on the top floor of the hotel.

Too much foot traffic in the lobby

during the time of the murder.

I spoke to the hotel manager.

When Karloski returned to the brothel,

his door remained shut until he came back to the room

at 1:52 a.m.

No key card was used to open the door again from the hallway

until 10:14 a.m., when the DOA was found.

So the killer didn't sneak into the room.

Karloski let him in himself.

Okay, shady dudes are shaking you down.

Why would you leave your service weapon in the safe

if they're at your door?

Because Karloski put his weapon away,

he wasn't threatened by the visitor,

and he willingly opened the door.

Autopsy results just came in.

You're all gonna want to see this.

[tense music]

[door opens]

A few things aren't adding up in our investigation.

Karloski wasn't killed by a sex worker,

a brothel operator, or the Bulgarian Mafia.

He was killed by somebody that he knew.

You're accusing me now?

I called your former CPO at Camp Lemonnier.

It turns out you were arrested for domestic violence

in San Diego.

You got a DUI in Norfolk.

And you discharged your service weapon

during a bar fight in Djibouti.

That is not a great track record,

especially after the little stunt

that you pulled in De Wallen.

Yeah, well, I went back there

because no one else was doing anything.

I wanted some answers.

Wow, that worked out for you, didn't it?

Karloski's official cause of death

was not lethal asphyxiation.

He let his guard down, allowing the killer

to crack him across the back of the skull.

The crime scene was staged.

A hotel laundry bag was placed over his head.

There are no ligature marks on his wrist.

There is no DNA under his fingernails.

Karloski was unable to defend himself.

Look, I haven't killed anyone since I served in the military.

Yeah, Karloski and I were both stationed at Camp Lemonnier,

and I loved him like a little brother,

which is exactly why I referred him to the Devos Maritime.

[knock at door, door clicks open]

- Are we charging him? - That's a great question.

Not yet.

Well, someone just posted bail for him and Almaz.

You're free to go. - [scoffs]

I highly suggest that you stick around.

Oh, absolutely.

If the FBI can't tell east from west with a compass,

I'll handle this myself.

That is the last thing that you wanna do.

♪

My security contractors--

they work for a highly reputable company,

Devos Maritime.

I bailed them out because the ship is leaving this afternoon.

Does the shipping company run background checks

on all of its employees? - We do.

Then why did Shane Sutton not get dinged

for his misstep in Djibouti?

We're not looking for stockbrokers.

These men are a specific breed.

But Karloski...

he was a good kid.

How long had he worked for you?

This was his first mission.

You know, when young men are stuck on a ship

for five months...

they eventually need to blow off some steam.

I tried to warn him-- don't overdo it,

'cause when things go wrong, it's always at a port of call.

What was the ship's last route?

Uh, we departed the Port of Amsterdam.

We moved south along the coast of Morocco.

We stopped at Dakar, Abidjan, Lagos,

and then we returned north to the Netherlands.

You'll have to delay the ship's departure

until we finish our investigation.

I wish I could.

And believe me, I'd love to know who killed Karloski.

But hopper dredgers maintain waterways

for vessels moving billions worth of cargo.

So, unless your credentials say "Harbor Master,"

this ship is leaving.

♪

Once Karloski's co-workers are at sea,

the Dutch police lose jurisdiction,

and they could flee to a country with no extradition.

If they bumped off Karloski, it was for a reason,

either a deal gone south,

or he witnessed something he shouldn't have.

The Gulf of Guinea

is West Africa's cocaine corridor,

and the Netherlands, a global cocaine hub.

I looked into their financials.

Karloski purchased a flight from Amsterdam to Boston

that left this morning.

Well, Captain Veerman failed to mention

he was bailing on the next trip.

Well, he quit the navy for financial opportunities,

so maybe he was just lining his pockets

and then wanted out. - Got a lead.

When the ship reached service off the coast of Amsterdam,

Karloski placed a call to a law firm in Massachusetts.

His uncle, Jim Briggs, is one of the attorneys.

Wake him up.

[crying softly, sniffles]

I just-- I don't believe it.

I just-- [clears throat]

Last time I saw Ryan, he, uh,

graduated from the Academy.

[crying]

He had everything in front of him.

Just take all the time you need.

[clears throat, sniffles] I'm sorry.

[clears throat]

[breathes deeply]

Well... [clears throat]

I knew something was wrong when he came to me for legal advice.

Um... [chuckles]

I had to remind him I don't specialize in criminal law.

What sort of legal advice?

He kept tossing around hypotheticals.

What charges would someone be looking at

if they witnessed something illegal

in international waters, uh, but didn't report it?

I asked him what it was.

Uh, he said smuggling.

Drugs?

People.

♪

If these yobs are really smuggling people,

this is a route that Europol has never seen before.

The Sahel is a region in Africa with violent militants

and limited resources--

likely where the migrants would be coming from.

We're looking for locations large enough

to hide migrants underneath the nose of the crew.

They're usually transported in shipping containers,

but since we're looking at a hopper dredger,

the hull is our best bet.

It's easy access, where someone on the outside

could provide food, water, empty buckets.

[dramatic music]

♪

[door clangs open] Get down.

[workers speaking indistinctly]

Okay.

Let's go.

♪

[metal groans, creaks]

That's weird.

Hey! Hey!

Come here.

♪

[sniffs] Smells like bleach.

[coughs]

They deep-cleaned it.

We are digging in an empty mine.

Must've transported migrants on the last trip.

I'll need something else to issue arrest warrants--

uh, fake passports, documents maybe.

No way this was a one-man operation.

Ah.

"Sekou"?

Uh, It's a male given name from Africa.

Not a smoking gun but something to go off.

Cramming people in here for weeks, if not months?

I mean, they could have died from heat stroke, suffocation.

Maybe some did.

You remember that guy who ripped him off in Senegal?

Yeah, now, Ryan could stand up for himself.

They came to collect, he didn't wanna pay.

I wish he would have.

Ah, don't tell me.

You still haven't figured this out?

We'd appreciate it if you could come by this station

and answer some follow-up questions.

Oh, let me guess-- the career hooker

with 2,000 miles on her tires denied all involvement.

Who would have thought, huh?

Some skank prostitute lying to a Fed.

I'll answer your questions.

What is this?

If you're innocent, I suggest you do the same.

What are you trying to say to me right now?

I think he's already said it. Why don't you just back up.

You didn't just assault a federal agent, did you?

♪

[chuckles]

Ah.

No, that's fine. I got nothing to hide.

Good.

Let's go.

Amanda accepted a new position with the FBI

that involves dangerous operations.

She promised she wouldn't be doing fieldwork.

That was a lie. - We saved a six-year-old girl!

Do you know that my ex has a gunshot wound?

My daughter is a Hungarian citizen,

and her safety's at risk.

Mr. Horváth, why do you feel you can take on sole custody

as a single parent?

He won't be. We are engaged.

[soft tense music]

♪

I've made every allowance for László

so that Lili could grow up with his family.

Not only did I give up my life in the U.S.,

I took a job below my skill level

for seven years

so that we could raise her in Hungary.

Budapest has become my home.

And now that I have my dream job, I'm not giving it up.

This isn't to hurt you, Amanda.

I am doing this for Lili. - You're doing this for her!

Please calm down, everyone.

I know this is hard.

But, unfortunately, Ms. Tate won't be able to take Lili

outside of the country when she leaves.

What does that mean?

♪

I'd like to discuss this with my client in private.

Of course.

♪

It's from the immigration office in Budapest.

László is going after your ability

to live in Hungary.

You will no longer have a valid Hungarian visa

as of next month.

Meaning?

He's revoking his sponsorship.

You'll have to return to the U.S.

to hash this out with Immigration.

But...

we could make a counteroffer.

Like what?

You go back to your old job, nice and safe.

Give him 70% custody for now.

He has to sign the paperwork so you can stay in the country.

♪

Karloski was killed with his back turned

by someone that he trusted.

And I know that you cared a lot about him.

So, if there's something that you wanna say,

now's the time.

- I'm gonna need protection. - You have my word.

[exhales deeply]

Sutton killed him.

How do you know?

Because I heard him talking through the wall,

inside Karloski's hotel room at around 2:00 in the morning.

What was he saying?

I'm not sure, but it was Sutton.

H-his voice started getting louder,

a-and it sounded like Karloski was trying to apologize

or calm him down, and then...

nothing.

Why didn't you say anything earlier?

[tense music]

There's this sign inside the ship--

"If you see something, say something."

Someone crossed out that last "something"

and wrote "nothing."

On the high seas,

you learn to keep your mouth shut.

♪

Yeah, hold on.

You think I got a hold of some prostitute's phone number,

ran it through a spoofing app,

and then framed her for the murder of my friend?

- Just answer the question. - That's insane.

You guys gotta get your act together.

Can I go now? - No.

We placed you inside Karloski's hotel room

at the time of the murder.

Really? And who told you that?

A confidential source.

Then I'm done talking.

I want a legitimate attorney, one from the States,

not some Dutch clown.

Whatever you say.

♪

- Any luck? - Sutton lawyered up.

Almaz's testimony was speculative.

I don't think I can hold him much longer.

Hey, I've been meaning to ask--are you Moroccan?

Oh, yes, first generation.

I came over with my mother when I was ten.

Well, I am a third-gen Vietnamese.

- Oh. - But I bet

it must have been really hard moving to a new home at ten.

Uh, it was at first.

You know, people call Amsterdam the city of sin,

but for an immigrant from Morocco,

it was the city of freedom-- eh, or it was to me, anyway.

Yeah.

My grandfather--he escaped the Vietnam War on a boat.

He got robbed by pirates,

and he spent ten years away from his family

before he could save enough money to bring them to the U.S.

[chuckles]

And here we are--getting paid

to do what we love for a living.

Yeah.

I think about that exact thing all the time.

[glasses clink]

[cell phone chimes]

Got something.

[device chirps]

Hey, Raines. Any word from Amanda?

Radio silence.

We figured out how the migrants are being smuggled.

Using terminal cameras,

we monitored the crew's movement

at every port where the ship docked.

When they disembarked in Lagos,

20 men and women of African, Indian, and Asian descent

boarded the dredger disguised as dock workers.

Smugglers must be raking in like, what, 10K a head?

We should bring in the captain, see what he knows.

Before that, we may have a witness

who might be able to ID the smugglers.

Once the ship arrived at the Port of Amsterdam,

the migrants waited for the crew to leave,

and then they scattered into the city.

We pulled footage from dozens of CCTV cameras,

and the majority of them got on a bus.

But one entered a parking garage

three miles from the port,

where a vehicle was waiting to pick him up.

We captured an infrared image of the plate,

registered to a Kadia Camara.

She works at a Malian restaurant there in Amsterdam.

[traditional percussive music playing]

♪

Kadia Camara?

Yes.

We're looking for this man. Have you seen him?

No, I-I've never seen him before.

That's funny, because we saw him getting

into your car last night.

[tense music]

♪

[shouting in Bambara]

[object shatters]

[people shouting]

♪

FBI! Stop right there!

♪

[breathing heavily]

- What's your name? - Moussa Camara.

- Where's your paperwork? - I don't have it.

Why is that?

[breathes shakily]

I came to the Netherlands to be with my family,

to work, to send money to my children in Mali.

Did you pay the smugglers to bring you here on a ship?

[somber music]

What would you do to keep your family alive?

Those men were not smugglers. They were monsters.

They took our money and gambled with our lives.

But it was my brother who lost.

How many people were on the ship?

20, but only 16 survived.

That little room-- it was so hot.

We are gonna find the men

who exploited you and your brother.

But I need you to help us identify them.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Him...

he was in charge.

- Were these men involved? - Not that I know of.

I never interacted with them.

We know you killed Karloski. We know about the migrants.

So, unless you cooperate fully,

you're gonna spend the rest of your life in a 6x8 cell

no bigger than the space you crammed all those people in.

I didn't cram anybody anywhere.

That was all Veerman, the ship's master.

All I did was get people on the ship and off

and deliver food and water.

Veerman's the one

who spearheaded the entire operation.

How did Karloski get mixed up?

He got hip to what was going on.

Came to me about it.

I guess he didn't know I was involved.

And I begged him to keep his mouth shut,

even offered to cut him in on the deal.

And he said he was in.

Then he goes to Veerman, rats me out.

And unknowingly put a bull's-eye

on his own chest, right?

Yeah.

Well, he should have just taken the money.

How did you get Famke's phone number?

Veerman had it.

He'd been to her a few times.

So I steered Karloski to her last night

to get the ball rolling.

What was Sutton's role in all this?

[scoffs] Nothing.

Until the whole Famke thing didn't work out.

Then Veerman wanted to pin it on Sutton,

which is why I came forward first.

Get my story out there, see if it stuck.

You killed Karloski in his hotel room, didn't you?

He made his move. I made mine.

[tense music]

The Dutch police will be in here

to get your formal statement.

Hey.

Did it almost work?

Did I almost get away with it?

For a while, yeah.

When did it all fall apart?

When the FBI showed up.

♪

[tires screech]

[people shouting]

Split up. Stay on comms.

♪

We've got a runner!

Stern of the boat-- engine room.

♪

[gunshots]

Gun!

Europol! Drop your weapon!

♪

Target is still on the move.

I got eyes on him. He's on the deck.

[dramatic music]

♪

Stop right there.

Pieter...

Put the gun down.

♪

Pieter, put the gun down.

You put your gun down!

Pieter, don't do this.

I'm not spending the rest of my life in prison!

Don't move.

♪

- How much time do I have left? - Moussa, listen.

Look, I know I'm getting deported.

But, please, let me say goodbye to my sister.

I will never see her again.

You helped us take down a global smuggling ring.

You are not going anywhere.

Now you have the legal right to live

and work in the Netherlands.

[scoffs]

T-thank you.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Someone's here to pick you up.

[soft music]

[cries softly]

[sniffles, crying]

♪

[sighs]

[lock clicking]

You are free to go.

Almaz and Veerman...

think they'll ever be out on the street again?

I very much doubt it.

Well, if they are, you let me know.

[clears throat] Hey.

You know, cases like this,

I wish I'd kept up on my piano lessons like my mom wanted.

Low-rent casino lounge in Reno, three barflies ignoring me,

nice layer of secondhand smoke hanging in the air?

[chuckles]

My music basically drowned out by the nearby slot machines.

[sighs]

Doesn't sound too bad right about now.

- It's never too late. - Don't tempt me.

[both chuckle] - What is this?

It's, uh, for Moussa's brother who didn't make it.

So the family is having a funeral for him in absentia.

Layla and I are passing the hat.

Don't ever change, Cam.

[cell phone chimes]

[soft dramatic music]

♪

[sighs] What?

Amanda's resigning.

♪

[sighs]

[sniffles]

You were saved in extremis.

What--what does that mean?

It's a legal term-- "at the very last moment."

László is calling the whole thing off.

He will agree to keep it at 50/50 custody.

What? What about my visa and the immigration--

You don't need it.

♪

What are you doing here?

Scott wanted me to give you this--

official protection against legal jurisdiction in the EU.

All FBI agents have one. Why don't you?

Legat Connelly always kept me on temporary duty.

You're part of the Fly Team now, Amanda.

We look out for each other.

[sighs]

Can I give you a hug? - I mean--

[laughs]

♪

[crying]

♪

[tense music]

♪

[wolf howls]