All language subtitles for FBI.International.S04E05

You know, I swore I would
never sign up for one of these.

We all did.

But it's Budapest.

You need help.

Dude, how long you been on here?

Off and on since
I got to Budapest.

A lot of the
profiles are tourists

just looking to get their leg
over, as Smitty would say.

But, you know, every once
in a while, you find some...

- What's wrong with you?
- What?

I can't believe you
talked me into this.

What did I do, man?

- You're not gonna tell me?
- This is so wrong.

- No, no, no.
- Who'd you see?

Mm-mmm.

Who was it?

Mm-mm.

Who?

Ty vyhlyadayesh chudovo.

Ty vyhlyadayesh chudovo.

Ty vyhlyadayesh chudovo.

There you are.

Sweetheart.

Did you check in
for your flight?

All set.

I can't wait to
see you, darling.

Been a long time coming.

I wish I could stay longer.

I'm meeting a friend for dinner.

Well, I just got on.

Five more minutes.

You will see me tomorrow.

I'm thinking of
getting my nails done.

What do you think?

Use the debit card I sent over.

Maybe we'll buy you some
new sunglasses, too.

The future's looking bright.

I can't believe it.

You're here.

Oh.

Hey, what's wrong, darling?

Nothing.

Nothing. I...

I don't want to ruin the moment.

Is this about what your
friends are saying about me?

Let's just focus on us.

Give me time.

I'll win them over.

They just need to meet me.

I have something
in the car for you.

Might cheer you up.

You're welcome.

Here we are.

Hey! Stop.

Three days ago, an American
male went missing in Warsaw.

70-year-old Gilbert Schrader
checked into the hotel,

left the premises,
and then went dark.

Can't get a trace on his phone,

and police are still trying
to locate his rental car.

TBD if we're dealing
with an abduction.

What's in Poland?

Work trip or a vacay?

Uh, he's recently retired
from a successful sod business

he owned in Delaware.

I found no ties to
his company in Warsaw.

But Gil's bank statements
do show charges

from an online dating
service called Never Alone,

mostly chat-based, catering
to Westerners with a penchant

for Ukrainian women.

Never Alone, and he
thought this was legit?

Lonely heart in his golden years

thinks he's found true love.

Really, someone's angling
for a visa or cash.

These crop up all the time
out of Russia, Ukraine, Asia.

And they're
targeting foreigners.

The dating site's listed
address moved from Kyiv

to Warsaw a few years back.

But if you pull it
up on satellite...

A parking lot.

It's been 72 hours, and
Gil's daughter, Melissa,

just landed in Poland.

She confirms Gil went there
to meet a woman from the site.

Natalya... no DOB,

no listed address,
not even a last name.

Gil's daughter seemed
convinced that this meetup

was gonna turn into
a marriage proposal.

Okay, Andre, Smitty,
have Melissa fill you in

when we get to Warsaw.

Cam, you and I link
up with local PD.

Let's go.

It was found an hour ago.

Our crime scene, so to speak.

So not a carjacking,
but something went down.

How long for the lab results?

They're working as
fast as they can.

So the FBI believes his
disappearance is linked

to a romance scam, huh?

Yeah, and we're
three days behind.

Poland didn't have this problem

before the refugees showed up.

It opened the floodgates.

You search the whole thing?

The jewelry bag
on the back seat.

Rules out robbery, too.

It's a necklace.

Makes sense.

We saw this charge
on Gil's credit card.

Neighborhood canvass turned
up a family on the corner.

From their window,
they saw a cargo van

gunning it down the street.

But moments before, Mom
claims that she heard

a woman scream outside.

So if that's Natalya...

Yeah, maybe that's why she's
not wearing her present.

And maybe we're dealing
with two kidnap targets.

Traffic cameras are sparse here.

Did this witness
get a license plate?

No plates, just a make
and model, gray Sprinter.

And I can already tell you,
Wes, these are all over Europe.

Yeah, there must be several
hundred in Warsaw alone.

- Let's see what Amanda can do.
- Yep.

Growing up, Mom was big into
discipline and structure,

and Dad was always the softy.

And then when she
got sick, he just...

he put these blinders on.

He couldn't see the
situation for what it was.

And then when she passed, he...

he had this wake-up call.

So Gil is in mourning.

He steps down as CEO, and
you inherit the company.

That's when your dad
found the dating site?

All that free time and
no one to spend it with?

Let's just say some people
are not built to be alone.

Oh, God, I just...

I wish that I would
have been there for him

when he needed me.

And Natalya entered the
picture eight months ago?

It was a scam, obviously.

I-I was just hoping that the
relationship stayed online.

And then when I heard
that Dad was headed here,

I had to talk some
sense into him.

We looked into
your phone records.

He never took your calls.

That's when I
froze his accounts.

Dad is not thinking straight.

She's got her hooks into him.

How much is in the accounts?

The banks, and the Roth,
the CDs, plus the offshore,

I mean, we're talking
30 million, easy.

We have reason to believe
Natalya was taken, too.

Is it possible you were
wrong about her motives?

All I can tell you
is how it looks.

And they'd never even
met face to face.

We have a family
fortune to protect.

And no one's reached out to you?

You mean, like, for money?

No. I mean, at least then

I would know what
this is all about.

It's the not knowing
that eats you alive.

Huh.

You know when
you're a little kid

and you don't want
to eat your broccoli,

so you start pushing it under
the leftovers on your plate?

I feel like we're the broccoli.

This is Constable Adam Dolinski.

He'll be able to assist
you with your case,

anything you need.

So you bailing on us?

The policja's resources
are stretched thin.

I'm working on three
cases and a pending trial.

So think of him as
a direct line to me.

We will take anyone
you can spare.

He's a sharp policeman,

but if he oversteps,
you let me know.

You be a good boy.

All right.

Let me update you.

Hey.

The dating site chat logs
are scrubbed frequently

so we couldn't grab Gil's
exchanges with Natalya.

Since it's all proprietary, we
had to engineer a dummy account

and throw out some chum.

One of the girls
started texting back.

Is she in Warsaw?

Traced the IP address to
an apartment in Old Town.

Policja.

FBI.

Just a moment.

Stay here.

Stop fighting. Stop fighting.

Stop. Stop.

- What the hell are you doing?
- What?

- What are you doing?
- What?

- He's in custody.
- We don't do that.

Look, a busted jaw
is no good to us.

We need the guy talking.

It was only a slap.

Okay, I get we're in your hood.

We don't do things
that way, all right?

Let's get on the same page.

Fine, your way.

Good.

Computers were daisy-chained
to a kill switch you hit.

And you cooked your
phone, and you ran.

Cops found a pound of
MDMA you tried to flush

when we rolled up.

Look, we don't really
care about the drugs.

We just want our American back.

So if you give us
Gil Schrader alive

and the people who took him,
you won't have to see us again.

I'm just the administrator
for the website.

I swear on my mother,
I had nothing to do

with a missing American.

Saw about 12 of these pics
hanging up in your flat.

They all work for you?

No, it's not like that.

Someone has to
oversee their chats.

And sometimes I have to...

You're posing as them.

Tak.

Right, so figure
10 bucks a message.

Each girl has, what, probably
20 customers, maybe more.

So you try to keep
the guys on the hook

for as long as possible.

That's a few hundred
names to keep track of.

I know you're not storing them
in that thick dome of yours.

We have a document on the Cloud,

a spreadsheet with every client,

every girl.

Is she part of your roster?

That one is a problem.

She would take her chats
offline, making my job

very difficult. Who knows?

Maybe she fell in love
with the American.

The women get their
instructions from someone else.

Who?

I report to just one man.

He calls himself Bartek.

Okay.

We've never even met in person.

And if your phone didn't get
the pizza roll treatment,

how would you get
in touch with him?

He contacts me, different
burner every time.

Okay.

What do I do with this?

You're gonna give us access
to your spreadsheets.

Are you Lawrence Holbrook?

Larry's fine.

Agent Raines with the FBI.

This is Megan
Garretson with Europol.

Can we talk inside?

Yeah. What's this all about?

An American has gone missing.

We're looking into clients
of the Never Alone website.

Got your name from an
online database they use.

Your dating profile
has been deactivated.

What's keeping you in
Warsaw all this time?

You think I want to be here?

It might help if you
start from the beginning.

I met someone online,

Katya.

And she and I were
chatting for a while.

I actually came here to...

The first morning I was in town,

Katya's cousin
shows up at my door

and says she's in trouble,
something about a hit-and-run.

And she needed help
paying for the lawyer.

Otherwise, they were
gonna lock her up.

Six grand retainer.

There was a bank down the road.

On the way back,
some guys jumped me,

took the money, my
wallet, passport.

What did the cops say?

That it's a lot harder
to file a police report

with no ID.

So now, I'm stuck here
waiting for my new passport.

What about Katya, her cousin?

Never heard from again.

Did the name Bartek
ever come up?

Katya mostly wanted
to talk about me.

But I know they have
these mixers in town.

They're put on by the site.

You can mingle with Ukrainian...

prospects.

I went there a few times
looking for Katya, but no luck.

I haven't loved someone
like that in 35 years.

Larry Holbrook has two
siblings and a grown son.

The man could have called
any one of them for help.

That's why so many of
these cases go unreported.

Shame cuts deep.

Yeah, the dating site,

they manage almost
300 active accounts.

But the spreadsheet shows
more victims over the years.

And they're just like
Larry, same age group,

same middle-class bracket.

And like a lot of them,

they didn't pursue
the scammers either.

Some of these guys
came over here

and they lost a hell
of a lot more than 6K.

- Yeah.
- On Piotrek's document,

their accounts are
marked as closed,

so they basically got
fleeced and blacklisted.

And what's Gil's
status on there?

Oh, it's not listed.

Unfortunately, 30
million in the bank

means that Gil's getting
special treatment.

We need to ID our suspect.

We can hit up that mixer
that Larry told us about.

If Bartek is still
managing the scam,

we might get a look at him.

Good.

Dolinski, we need
a surveillance van.

Uh, I'm afraid that
resources might be an issue.

The sergeant has to
approve everything.

Unbelievable.

Constable, there are
two people missing,

and we're hoping
they're still breathing.

Someone at that party
might have information.

Now, I'd like to believe

that there is a decent
cop under there.

So be a good lad, and run
it up the chain for us.

Don't look at me.

Prove her right.

Well, except for a few lonely
hearts looking to flirt,

I don't see any guys.
There's no muscle.

The women are front
and center here.

I see some dome
cameras above you.

Yeah, they got them
at the exits too.

Bartek's keeping tabs
on all his girls.

Control room's clear.

Nobody's home.

It's rare to see
someone like you here.

Well, it's nice to be noticed.

You'll be very popular.

Smitty, that's her.

That's...

Natalya Kovalenko.

And you are?

Paying attention.

It's a nice night.

Should we take this outside?

First time in Warsaw?

Perceptive.

You got a gift.

That's what my
mother used to say.

Yeah?

Is she gorgeous just like you?

Oh, very funny.

- Natalya, FBI. Get in.
- Gimme that. Let's go.

- You can't do this.
- Let's go.

- Stop!
- Get in.

You can't do this!

You cannot treat me like this.

I'm gonna take these off,

but you're gonna
talk to us, okay?

I told you, I don't
know any Gil Schrader.

Well, he seems to know you.

Piotrek spilled, too.

You gonna let him throw
you under the bus?

Whatever he told you
is not the full story.

Well, I doubt Poland
wants an illegal immigrant

defrauding people in
their own backyard.

You know, you just blew
any shot at citizenship.

All I did was talk to Gil.

You worked him.

I was supposed to
bring him to Poland

by any means necessary.

He thought you loved him.

I had a job to do.

Gil had to see me get taken.

A staged abduction.

Staged?

We found blood on his car.

And you think I like to get
grabbed and thrown into a van

that smells like rotten eggs?

It had to be convincing.

Gil had to know my
life was in danger.

That way, he gives
whatever they ask.

And then what happens?

Does he get to go home?

As long as he pays,
we all get something.

Yeah, but that's
not what happened.

Gil is still missing.

And I'm guessing you haven't
been paid yet, have you?

You want to know why?

Because Gil's bank
accounts have been frozen.

Nobody can touch his money.

You have no idea who
you're dealing with.

These people, they're animals.

We can offer you protection,

but you got to tell
us where Gil is.

I don't know, I swear.

I can give you the man who does.

Dmytro Andrich, AKA "Bartek,"

born in Ukraine, relocated
to Warsaw in 2022,

no listed address.

Compared to how these
scammers usually operate,

this guy is making waves...

drugs, human trafficking.

Cold-blooded and cash-motivated.

We flagged a buried email
sent to Gil's daughter

with a contact number.

It's now dead, burner
line most likely.

Notice the timestamp
on the message.

It was sent to Melissa yesterday

after Gil's bank
accounts were frozen.

Yeah, it's a ransom demand.

Once Gil's cash
went into lockdown,

Bartek knew he needed
another faucet.

Right, someone he knew
would pay through the nose

for Gil's life.

So if the kidnappers
reached out to her,

why haven't we
heard from Melissa?

Because she's
planning to deliver.

10 million.

That's what they said.

After you left,
they sent a video,

and they warned me, no cops.

I-I thought I was helping him.

I thought I was saving him
by freezing his accounts.

But I-I feel like maybe
I've served him up.

I just want to make
sure my dad comes home.

But you haven't paid yet.

No. I mean, we're trying.

But our business manager says
pulling that kind of cash

takes time.

Can we see the ransom video?

Melissa,

they're not afraid
to hurt people.

And they're gonna
keep hurting me

until they're done with me.

These guys want $10 million.

I'm so sorry.

I messed up.

Please.

You'll get your money.

You'll get your money. No!

We have analysts in Budapest
who should see this.

Uh-huh

We... we have to pay it.

It's the only way.

We need to think this through.

Is it your dad that
is tied to that chair?

I... we're talking
about his life here.

I-I don't want to
take any chances.

I know that you're
scared, Melissa.

It is a strange thing when
the family roles reverse,

and suddenly, we have
to become the parents.

You're not gonna know how
to handle every situation,

but you don't have
to do this alone.

There might be a
way to salvage this

and keep Bartek on the hook.

Text him.

Play along with the
ransom, but only half.

Say you're working on the rest.

But they're expecting
the whole 10 million.

- I don't wanna...
- This is about

reopening the channel.
You want him to engage.

Gil is his leverage.

He is not about to
throw that away.

Get Bartek talking.

We're gonna tap and trace.

Okay.

Okay.

We parsed through Gil's
ransom video, found a clue.

At one point, the mic picks
up an airplane passing over.

It had to be at
fairly low altitude.

We cross-checked businesses
where gray Sprinter vans

were registered across
viable flight paths,

and we were able to narrow
it down from 174 possible

locations to 5 in Warsaw.

Much better, but still
leaves four potential duds.

Wait a minute,
didn't Natalya say

that the vehicle had
a rotten egg smell?

Are any of these vans
linked to industrial sites?

Because maybe what she
noticed was a chemical odor.

I want a rundown on
those five locations.

Get me grocery lists, anything
in the ballpark of sulfur,

selenides, phosphines.

You're a genius, Cam.

Got a match.

An industrial paper
plant in town.

Looks like they use
hydrogen sulfide

as part of the
treatment process.

I'm seeing a decommissioned
facility on site.

It's completely defunct.

Good place to pull some teeth.

So my dating app
suggested we match.

I know.

I apologize.

I need to adjust
my age settings.

I'm new to all this.

I've been on the app
for, like, 15 minutes.

No apology necessary.

I just thought it was funny.

Yeah.

My last relationship
was three years,

and she ended it right
before I took the job.

Can I give you a profile tip?

Please.

Maybe you tone down
all the golf talk.

But I love golf.

Okay, still, for the
purposes of dating...

I got it. I got it.

Okay.

Did we get it wrong?

No.

Corrugated steel, concrete...
it matches the ransom video.

We must have just missed them.

I smell bleach.

This was a wipe-down.

Wes.

They're taking fingers now.

First the root canal, now this.

You need any more proof
that Gil's on his last leg?

Why torture him?

That's not how these scams work.

This crew is a different breed.

Bartek is showing
us just how far

he's willing to go to get paid.

The second finger is
a little less burnt.

Hopefully, there's
a print on it.

I'll expedite the forensics.

And you'll have more
resources going forward.

Good.

Thank you.

Now, if they were just here,

they might know we're
closing in on them.

How soon do you think before
they cut their losses?

On it.

CCTV footage from the street
shows our van leaving.

Got a nice two-shot
of our suspects.

Okay, that's Bartek, or Dmytro,

or whatever the hell we're
calling this douchebag.

Question is, who's
his accomplice?

Agent Mitchell.

Agent Vo.

I found it in one of the
garbage cans outside.

It's an external GPS module.

They probably ripped
that out of the van.

The ports have been blowtorched.

They really don't
want to be found.

Yeah, it doesn't matter.

There's gonna be an OEM
number for this thing.

Let's get a copy
of the nav data.

I'll let Amanda know.

Hey, good work, Constable.

Oh, my God.

He agreed.

He said yes to the 5 million.

Okay, so wait, how
does this work?

- What do we do?
- Not so fast, Melissa.

What else did Bartek say?

He said, we have an hour
to transfer the funds

or... or they'll kill him.

All right, ask to speak to Gil.

Tell him you want
new proof of life.

You have to get
him on the phone,

and we'll trace his location.

What makes you think
he'll listen to me?

He wants that money.

You have him on the hook.

Now, just keep him there.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, an hour.

I-I don't even know
if this is possible.

It's the middle of
the night back home.

What if I can't get this money?

Melissa, one step at a time.

He sent a file.

It's a voice note.

Let's hear it.

Your phone is
mirrored to my system.

Melissa, I'm sorry.

And I'm scared.

I want to go home.

I wish you weren't
in this mess with me.

I love you, baby girl...

Got a cell tower ping of
where his text came from,

but it's not a fixed address,

just a localized area
southeast of the city.

Bartek's playing it smart.

He sent audio to
avoid a proper trace.

What does that mean for my dad?

What are we supposed to do now?

Got a positive match
on Bartek's chauffeur,

Fedir Kosh, Ukrainian.

He used to be a delivery driver
for the paper processing plant.

Explains his access to the
facility and vehicle fleet.

Speaking of, how are we looking?

OEM navigation
history shows this van

made several pit stops
all around Warsaw

within the last week.

Okay, keep your eyes
peeled for anything

that resembles a safe house.

Bartek's probably there now
trying to lay low and regroup.

- Mm, flagging this one...
- unused residence

southeast of the city,
outskirts of Warsaw.

Same area where Bartek's
messages were just pinged?

Yep.

And now, we have an address.

Okay.

First team, we breach the front.

Cam, you're on the back.

Gil is the priority.
Watch your fire.

Let's move out.

Cam.

Move up.

Hit it.

Get down!

Get back! Get back!

- Man down.
- Get him back.

Cam, we're pinned down.

Make entry. Move, move.

- Wes, you need backup?
- Negative.

- Make entry.
- Copy.

Going in.

Shh.

We're with the FBI.

We're gonna get you
out of here, okay?

Package secured, southeast
corner of the house.

- Breach.
- Hit it.

Cam?

Flashbang.

Bang out.

Get down, down on the ground.

Clear.

Cam, you good?

I'm okay.

I've got Gil.

Ambulance is on the way.

There's no sign of Bartek.

They didn't take your fingers.

There's another
hostage out there.

You've seen him before?

He was there during
the abduction.

I left Ukraine and
came here with nothing.

These men, they prey
on women like me.

Once you're in their pocket,
they don't let you go.

- Svolota!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Look, your cooperation did
help us catch this man,

but as long as Bartek
is still out there,

we need you under
police protection.

Now, this is really important.

Were you privy to anything else?

Do you know about
a second hostage?

No. Only Gil.

And they kept me in the dark.

If you want the truth,

you have to squeeze.

How you doing?

Good news.

Gil's gonna be just fine.

Piotrek's and
Natalya's testimony

really gives us an insight
of what you're up to.

We've got fraud,
extortion, hostage taking,

attempted murder.

Oof.

You're gonna eat that whole pie,

unless you cooperate.

Does Bartek have another victim?

Look, you help us out,
we could ask the Poles

to take it easy on you.

We've got your prints
all over the burner phone

that you were
calling Melissa with.

It's all on you.

Dude, do you speak English?

Should we start
pulling out teeth?

Yeah, I know you
understand that.

You're saying Gil will
make a full recovery?

Good. Good.

So how much time will I serve

with zero dead bodies, huh?

You people don't scare me.

Let him stew.

We'll figure something out.

Regarding the fingers that
were recovered at the site,

forensics was able to
salvage prints off one.

It traces back to
a Keith Edmonds,

72-year-old male out of Bristol,

MIA for four months.

Records show that he came
to Poland and he never left.

We found no immediate family.

No one looked for him.

We believe he was
lured here, like Gil.

His pension was the prize.

Retirement money
is all automated

with little to no oversight.

His UK bank shows that as
soon as his deposit hits,

there is also a
withdrawal, like clockwork.

Four months of systematically
draining his account.

And the withdrawals
were small enough

that nothing looked
dodgy at their end.

I guess that was
the idea for Gil,

but when Bartek realized
he caught a white whale,

it escalated everything.

If Edmonds is still out
there after four months,

no doubt he's given up hope.

But I haven't.

Look, I know that
getting Gil back

was the Bureau's priority,

so no one's asking
you to stick around.

But we don't have Bartek,

and I'm not sure I can leave
Warsaw in good conscience,

not when there might be
another victim still out there,

a Brit, no less.

Smitty, we're not
going anywhere.

If it's important to you,
it's important to us.

As you requested.

You want to take
a run at our boy?

- I do.
- Let's go.

Keith Edmonds.

Is he still alive?

It's the only piece
of leverage you have.

So I'd sit up straight.

There was an offer on the
table to be tried in Poland.

Let's strike that
from the record.

Yeah, you preyed on
American victims,

and you shot at federal
agents from the US government.

So we're gonna extradite you.

You will face the full
extent of US punishment.

I will make sure of it.

Then there's your family.

They will be rounded up
and sent back to Ukraine.

You'll be thousands
of miles away.

Your daughters will grow
up without a father.

The story is gonna
be that you rolled.

I'm sure your buddy's
contacts in Ukraine

are gonna love to hear that.

Your wife will be looking
over her shoulder,

fearing for their lives.

That will be their
reality going forward.

Or you can give us Bartek.

That's your only hope.

And if I do?

Well, you might just become
Poland's problem again.

They still want you.

And I suppose your
family can stay.

Ten seconds, or that
offer walks out the door.

No.

I need proper assurances.

You got five seconds.

19 Buska Street,

Mokotow District,
room number 11.

You better hurry.

Bartek will be cleaning
up after himself.

Raines.

Hands up.

Hands up, or I drop
you where you stand.

On your knees.

Face down. Arms out.

In here.

We got Edmonds. He's alive.

We got you.

Dolinski, we need an
ambulance here now.

We got him.

Thank God.

You're gonna be all right, mate.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, Keith.

You okay?

Yeah.

It means a lot that you
two saw it through with me.

You've come through
for us 1,000 times.

We got your back.

Thanks.

Agent Mitchell.

It was a pleasure
working with you.

Same.

Would you care to trade pins?

I don't keep the pin on me,

but I got something else.

Very nice.

Thank you.

Just be your own cop, kid.

Do things the right way.

They can never take
it away from you.

Melissa.

Dad.

Oh.

I'm so happy to see you.

I'm so happy to see you.

Before you got here,
we ran a detail

for a blue chip CEO
doing business in town,

and he rented space
in this building.

Only comes back a
couple of times a year,

so he gave us the keys.

Okay.

He is also a golf nut.

Dude.

Isn't this like a huge
conflict of interest?

You are right.

And we should probably leave.

I didn't say it was a
bad conflict of interest.

Okay.

Well, we can use it
whenever we want,

I don't know, maybe for
that first date of yours.

I'm sure she will love
the golf simulator.

Yeah, right, if she's lucky.

Beer.

- This is amazing.
- Do they have some?

Yes.

Look, I know dating
can be rough out here,

and you definitely
cannot force it,

but the next time
it's a Friday night

and you've spent the last hour
skimming through profiles,

you just hit us up for a beer.

I've got a group chat going,

and we are all in the same boat.

Thanks, Cam.

- Mm, ladies first?
- Mm-mm.

Not my cup of tea.

Amateurs think you
got to use your arms,

but the truth is, you got to
hit the shot with your core.

Can you just hit
the ball, please?

You know, it's my sincere hope

that one day, you get
firsthand knowledge

just how gratifying
this honorable

and centuries-old game can be.

Oh, God, I hope not.

Ohh.

I'm home.