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He was obnoxious as hell.

Guys just can't help themselves.

Hey, are you gonna call him?

Of course.

Hey, need some help?

Oh, jeez, how'd you guess?

Starting early today, huh?

Oh, God. Knicks lost in double OT.

I was so mad, I couldn't get to sleep.

I figured I might as well go to work.

Time to pick a new team, Gino. You'll sleep better.

Oh.

What are you doing? Leave him alone!

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Thank you.

So, um, I'll call you later?

You better.

Listen, tell your friend Victoria

that I'm more than happy to help.

What do you mean?

She said that she was interested in a career move, or something.

Said the FBI sounded crazy exciting.

Oh, that. No. She was just kidding.

Hey.

How you doing?

See you later.

- Bye. - Bye.

- What? - That was so cute.

She makes me happy.

Thank you.

How long have you guys been, you know?

Three weeks.

And we're dating.

- Oh. - Yeah.

- You really like her. - Yeah.

Her name is Gemma. She's different.

I've never met anybody like her.

She grew up Upper East Side, penthouses, private schools.

- Right. - But she's down to Earth, fun.

That's cool.

Almost too good to be true.

Probably is.

We gotta go.

What do you got?

Male, about 30 years old, abducted at gunpoint.

Kidnapping?

Not sure.

But it's on federal property, so.

Did you get an ID on the victim?

Witness said his name was Eric.

Great. Hi, I'm Special Agent Bell.

- This is Special Agent Zidan. - Right.

Can you tell us what you saw?

Yeah, uh, a guy in a...

a black hoodie and a mask

points a gun at Eric, and stuffs him in the trunk.

Shot at me when I tried to help.

Do you know Eric's last name?

No. Uh-uh.

I thought you knew him?

Well, I do.

Just in passing, you know.

Like, how you doing? How about them Yanks?

- That kind of thing. - Okay.

So he lives in the neighborhood?

I'm not sure.

But he does have a business nearby,

some sort of cocktail lounge.

Okay. The guy with the gun,

what did he look like physically?

Medium build, medium height.

White? Black? Hispanic?

White, definitely.

I saw his hands. Definitely white.

Could have been a light-skinned Hispanic.

Okay. What about the car?

Gray sedan, I think.

Uh, might have been black.

I can't tell you for sure.

My eyes ain't so good anymore.

A man known only as Eric was abducted

by a gray or black vehicle,

or any spectrum of the colors in between.

Kelly, where are we on street cams?

Uh, nothing yet.

Most of the cameras in the area have been vandalized.

All right, what about the cocktail lounge he owns?

The witness said it was somewhere nearby.

I've been checking city business records.

Someone named Eric Cantwell opened up a cocktail lounge

called Velvet two months ago

three blocks from the abduction site.

Uh-huh. According to the internet,

it is a cool and upscale place to drink and socialize.

All right, does Mr. Cantwell have a phone?

- Affirmative. - Okay. You calling it?

- Yep. - Okay.

Going straight to voicemail.

All right, let's ping it.

Got it.

It's stationary near an industrial park in Pearl River.

We got eyes on a silver sedan, no plates.

It could be the car the witness described.

Are you seeing this?

Black hoodie, medium height and build.

He's gonna make a run for it.

Stop driving.

FBI!

Stop driving the car!

Show me your hands.

Maggie! Maggie!

Stop!

Jubal, I'm in pursuit of the suspect's vehicle.

Maggie is on the hood of the vehicle.

I repeat, Maggie is on the hood.

Yeah, Tiff and Scola are almost on the scene now.

Sending them your way.

Move! Move!

Hang on, Maggie. Hang on. Hang on!

Maggie. Maggie.

- Hey, hey, Maggie. - Huh?

- You okay? - Yep.

Yeah.

Oh, thank God.

Jubal, we lost the suspect vehicle.

Copy that. But you're good?

Sure. Yeah.

All right, that's good to hear. Could you ID the driver?

No. His face was covered.

Was Cantwell in the car?

Negative.

But who knows, he could have been stashed in the trunk.

Kelly, is Cantwell's phone signal on the move?

No, it's still stationary

in the vicinity of the industrial park.

All right, divert Tiff and Scola now.

Right.

Help! Help! Over here!

Jubal, we got him.

We need an ambulance. Our victim is bleeding out.

Hey, hey, hey. It's all right, okay?

- We're FBI. - Help.

I can't breathe.

Who did this?

The Russians.

I got 9 millimeter casings on the ground.

I'm guessing our shooter was in the silver sedan.

What Russians? You got a name?

Cantwell, look at me. Stay with me.

Hey, hey, hey. Eric, stay with me.

Cantwell.

Our abductee is now officially a murder victim.

Eric Cantwell, a local bar owner, took two to the chest.

Uh, he was alive when we found him.

When asked who shot him, he said "the Russians."

Not much, but it's something.

In the meantime, let's drill down into Eric Cantwell.

- What else do we know about him? - Yeah. Age 36.

Born and raised in Westport, Connecticut.

Moved to Brooklyn a year ago.

No priors, no credit issues, appears to be a solid citizen.

Solid citizen who was abducted and murdered.

And where are we with the street cams?

Uh, we've been looking for video near the industrial park.

So far, nothing.

And what about Cantwell's bar?

There's no internal security system,

so I've been looking for other sources near his cocktail lounge.

Best I've found so far is footage about a block away

of Cantwell and another man arguing

the day prior to his abduction.

And you can't get a clearer image than that?

I can try, but...

That's as good as it's gonna get.

All right, grab a screenshot, and get it over to the team now.

I can't believe Eric is...

he was such a great guy.

I know everyone always says that

after something horrible happens, but it's true.

Do you recognize him?

Were you aware of anything unusual going on?

Arguments? Threats?

No, nothing specific anyway.

But he was definitely under a lot of stress.

I overheard him on the phone the other day

asking someone where to buy a gun.

Mm, sorry.

I never heard him complaining about Russians,

or anything else for that matter.

He was the most optimistic person alive.

He and his partner really cared about making an impact

in this neighborhood.

Partner?

A guy named Terry.

He works at their other place, Houseman,

a couple blocks from here.

Okay, we're gonna need Terry's phone number.

Well, straight to Terry's voicemail again.

OA.

I got blood.

Jubal, found another dead body.

We think it's Cantwell's business partner, Terry.

Send ERT to 22 Elkland Avenue, Brooklyn.

9 mil.

Same caliber used to kill Cantwell.

FBI. Don't move.

Whoa. What's going on here?

- Who are you? - I work here.

I just came by to grab my paycheck.

Keep your hands up.

- What's your name? - Markus.

Mind telling me what's going on here?

We will. Outside.

Let's go.

You know this person?

No. Never seen him before.

Your boss is dead, man, okay?

And his business partner, Eric Cantwell.

You know something.

A few days ago, Terry was all freaked out.

I asked him what was going on.

He said some dude was trying to extort him

for two grand every month.

Did he mention a name?

Say what he looked like?

I'm sorry.

This is scary. Look what they did.

I know the neighborhood, but not very well.

It's pretty quiet, lots of Eastern Europeans.

- Russians? - Ukrainians.

Appearance and accent are pretty much the same.

But they run the neighborhood?

And from what you told me, it all makes sense.

Their primary line of business is extortion.

Do you know who the shot caller is?

Like I said, I don't know too much about these guys.

But I have an informant in that neighborhood.

I'll see what I can learn.

- That'd be great, thanks. - Thank you.

Hey.

Per Detective Bowman's informant, shot caller's Luka.

We don't have a last name, but him and his cronies

hang out at this bar over here.

We got a physical description?

White, mid-thirties, average height, dark hair,

and I'm quoting the gang unit's informant,

really good looking.

Scola and I will surveil on foot.

Okay.

Definitely not Luka.

This guy is just okay looking.

Stop.

It's impressive for an informant

to be secure enough to refer to another man

as really handsome.

How do you know he's a man?

You sound like Gemma.

What is that supposed to mean?

She just keeps calling me out for...

Your unconscious misogyny? Mm.

No.

For being a kid from Queens.

What?

I guess my worldview isn't as sophisticated

or as, uh, broad as she would like.

I got something.

Tiff, Scola, this might be him.

Male, white, thirties.

And he's heading for the bar.

He's getting some respect.

Good chance this is Luka.

Scola, grab a photo.

Meet Luka Reznov, age 35, born in Odessa, Ukraine.

Came here in 2018.

Has three prior arrests for extortion, but no convictions.

How tall?

Well, according to his license, and his green card, he's 5'10.

All right, so he's a physical match to the man

- who abducted Eric Cartwell. - Right.

But his face...

Throw up the screenshot.

He could be a match,

and if he is the one calling the shots,

- he's definitely in the loop. - Right.

So the working theory is Luka or someone who works for him

was extorting Cantwell and his partner, Terry.

They didn't pay,

so Luka had him killed to send a message

to the other business owners in the neighborhood.

Now we just need to prove it.

All right, let's take a deep dive into Luka. What do we know?

Well, he's the sole owner of an LLC

with NAICS code 722410.

Which means it's an institution that serves booze.

It's called Amadeus in Bushwick.

Okay.

Extortion is a hard case to make.

So let's get inside. I wanna plant a wire.

I wanna see and hear what Luka's up to.

Yep.

I cannot believe I'm in a club right now.

I promise, I won't ask you to dance.

- Okay. - Don't worry.

Hey.

He's headed your way.

He's headed up the back stairs,

so I'm guessing he's got an office up there.

It's a great place to put a wire.

There's a security guard at the door.

It'll be hard to get access.

What can I get you?

I will do a vodka with a twist.

And a Patron.

That guy that you were talking to,

um, is he like an actor or something?

- Huh? - You were just talking to him.

- I recognize him. - Oh.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

He's the owner of the club.

Is he single?

No, ma'am.

He has a girlfriend.

She's young and gorgeous.

Cool.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that.

Look for yourself.

Yeah.

The reason dudes open clubs.

She comes from money too.

Grew up in some penthouse in the city.

She looks familiar, Maggie.

From?

I don't know.

I've seen her somewhere.

Okay.

What?

Uh, Gemma is here.

Of all the people in the world, for Gemma to be friends with.

You know what? It's not that crazy.

She's young, grew up in Manhattan.

She goes out all the time.

You know, good news is, we could probably use it to our advantage.

What do you mean?

Well, Cate's the weak link. She has access.

So if we can get close to her...

well, I'm gonna tell Tiff what's going on.

Okay.

So OA knows one of her friends?

I don't know how or why, but...

They're headed up the stairs now.

Luka's girlfriend is the one in the silver dress.

I guess I'll go freshen up.

Yeah.

Think I found a way to jam up the girlfriend.

Looks like she's dealing coke.

I could try to befriend her, do a quick and buy and bust,

but the more I know, the better.

Tiff, like Maggie said earlier, I know one of her friends.

It's the woman that I'm dating.

She's blonde, long dress.

Yeah, I see her.

She's with Cate.

Okay, her name is Gemma.

She grew up in Manhattan,

went to a private school named Dalton, then to Brown,

and now she works for a PR firm that specializes in fashion.

Okay, cool.

Luka's girlfriend was selling coke... are we sure about that?

She gave something to one of her friends.

Okay, which friend?

I don't know, but it wasn't Gemma.

Okay, um, just keep an eye out.

Watch out for her.

Now's a good time to take your shot.

Oh, my God, I love this dress.

Thank you. That's so sweet.

Wow, you are stunning.

Thank you.

- I'm Tiffany. - Cate.

- Have we met before? - I don't... um...

I can't remember where, but, um, do you know Gemma?

Gemma Brooks or Collins?

Brooks. Yeah.

I remember it was at a bar in Soho.

She was with some of her high school friends from Dalton.

And there was this woman there she worked with, a fashion designer.

Yeah. I think I remember.

Gemma and I are pretty close.

We went to high school together.

Oh, okay. Cool.

Well, it's nice to meet you again.

Thanks. Nice meeting you.

Can I get you a drink?

Uh, no, I'm good.

- Thank you, though. - Okay.

I was supposed to be meeting one of my friends,

but I think he stood me up.

Date?

My dealer.

What are you looking for?

Coke?

Yeah.

I could help you out.

- Really? - Yeah.

How much do you need?

Thanks, girl, for hooking me up.

No problem. My parents cut me off,

so you gotta do what you gotta do.

- Gucci's not cheap. - I get that.

- How much? - 400.

Dang.

But the quality is, like, be careful.

It's, like, that good.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Turn around and put your hands behind your back.

- You're under arrest. - Arrest? For what?

Selling cocaine to the FBI.

It's a felony too.

Cate.

Wait, I... I know you.

We've met.

I am dating your friend, Gemma.

Oh, my God, I knew that.

So you know that I'm not a criminal.

Well, you did sell drugs to a federal agent, so.

That was just a stupid eight ball.

And stupid or not, it is still a felony.

So we might be able to help you,

but you are gonna have to cooperate with us.

Okay, I'll tell you what I know.

I don't wanna go to jail.

Do you know this man?

That's Luka's friend.

Does he have a name?

Everyone calls him V.

That's all I know.

Well, have you ever seen him wear that exact jacket before?

Maybe. I-I'm not positive.

When was the last time you saw him?

About a week ago.

I-I don't know him very well.

Okay. Um, what about Luka?

Do you know him well?

Yeah, sort of.

We've been hanging out for, like, a month.

Okay, um...

what does Luka do for a living?

He's a businessman.

He's a criminal.

You think that Luka killed these two men?

No. We know that he ordered somebody to kill them.

Like I said, I-I've only been with him for, like, a month.

I met him at a bar.

I thought he seemed cool. I had no idea that...

Cate, Cate, Cate.

If you do what we ask,

all of this will go away.

And no one will know, okay?

Okay.

I mean, I just...

I don't wanna go to jail.

She's headed in there now.

Copy that.

Hey, is Luka here?

Uh, not sure.

I saw him about an hour ago.

He was with V.

What's V's real name, by the way?

I have no idea.

I'm too afraid to ask.

That man scares me.

Cate, I want you to plant the device across from the desk.

Make sure it's at a good angle.

Again, make sure it is not visible.

I can't get it to stick.

Luka just walked in.

- Damn it. - Oh, my God.

I'll try somewhere else.

Cate, I need you to relax and plant that device.

And you need to get out.

What are you doing?

I wanted to take you out for lunch.

Why didn't you just text me?

I thought it would be more romantic to surprise you.

Why are you in here?

In my desk?

Oh, my God, what are you even talking about?

Answer the question.

I was looking for a pen.

I wanted to write you a note.

A note?

No. Hey. I got some more questions.

What happened last night?

Huh? You disappeared.

- I texted you. - I wasn't feeling well.

What is going on, Luka?

Okay, change the subject. Talk about something else.

I heard you and V were hanging out today.

So?

Tell him that you have a friend you wanna introduce him to.

Well, I have a friend that I wanted to set him up with.

She's really cool.

She as hot as you?

Almost.

Have her come to the club tonight.

V is going to be here.

What's V's real name, by the way?

Viktor.

You know, you look really good today.

- I don't like this, Maggie. - No.

We can get in there in 30 seconds if we need to.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't know what else to do.

I didn't want him to get suspicious.

I mean, as long as it was consensual.

- Yeah, of course. - Okay.

And if I'm being honest,

I still really like him.

And I don't think that he's as bad as you say.

Okay, you think we're just chasing this guy for fun?

No. I don't mean it like that. I just...

Cate, Luka extorts local businesses,

okay? Hardworking men and women.

And when they don't pay, he sends his thugs

to beat them up.

Or kill them.

He's not a good guy.

So what now? I did what you asked.

- What? - You did?

Yeah.

While we were...

Okay.

You know, it's not the best angle, but it'll do.

So, I'm done?

No, not yet.

These are surveillance photos of Eastern European

gang members between the ages of 27 and 37 named Viktor.

Do you recognize anybody?

Yeah.

That's him.

Great.

Cate ID'd Viktor, and now we have his full name.

We also know that he was the one

seen talking to one of the victims

the day before the murders.

So we're fishing in the right pond here.

I mean, it's thin, but can we get a warrant?

Uh, yeah, but I don't wanna tip our hand.

Luka and his pals might disappear.

Now, let's be patient, build a strong case,

and take down as many of these thugs as possible.

Hey, I just got off the phone with the crime lab.

They pulled a solid print from one of the casings

found at Houseman.

Unfortunately, it was not a match to anyone in the system.

Not a problem.

We'll go back to the club,

and we'll swipe something with Viktor's print on it.

Okay. Yeah.

That is her second shot in 15 minutes.

The poor kid is spiraling.

"Poor kid"?

You know what I mean.

I really don't.

She's an adult.

Second of all, it's not our fault

she decided to take a walk on the wild side

with that prick, Luka,

and then deal coke on the side.

I'm just saying that we are putting her

in a tough situation.

How are we putting her in a tough situation?

Because she's rich and pretty?

Or because she's friends with Gemma?

This has nothing to do with my girlfriend, Maggie.

Hope so.

What's that supposed to mean?

Being an FBI agent is not just a job.

It's a life.

What's the number one rule?

Never put yourself in a compromised position.

You've been dating Gemma, for what, three weeks?

We already know that one friend buys coke

and the other one sells it.

It's not Gemma's fault.

That's your takeaway?

Tiff, Scola, Viktor's on location.

Copy that. Got eyes on him now.

Place is jumping.

That's the key.

No women, no men, no money.

Funny how that works, huh?

Scola, do you guys have eyes on Viktor's shot glass?

One of Cate's friends is coming by tonight.

Affirmative.

Moving in.

You'll like her. She's really sweet.

Server just grabbed it.

No big deal.

Might have to pivot to plan B.

Boodma.

You did nice work.

Not easy, I know.

Nice work? Not easy?

That could be code for killing Cantwell and Terry.

It's good evidence, but we still need to get

Viktor's prints to match those casings.

Is your friend coming or what?

Yeah. She's here. We just texted.

Oh, there she is.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Guys, this is my friend, Tiffany.

I'm guessing because his arm's around her,

you're Viktor.

I am.

Nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you too.

We're running low on a few things.

I need to put in an order.

You two get to know each other.

Be right back.

So, Viktor...

oh, my goodness.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

I'm so clumsy.

I'm really clumsy. Excuse me.

Hey, it's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

All right, so the print should be right here

- at the middle of the bottle. - I see.

- Got it? - Yep.

Great job.

Long time since I've done this.

Um, how's Cate?

She's jittery but doing all right.

Okay.

Jubal.

Yeah?

I think he spotted the wire.

What the hell?

Damn it. Okay.

Hey, Maggie, we got a problem.

Luka was in his office doing business, and the wire went blank.

Wait, are you saying that he found it?

We think so.

Tell Tiffany to be careful.

We'll let her know.

Get back in there.

Keep your eyes on Cate and Tiff.

Yeah.

Where have you been?

Had to take care of a few things.

Where do you two know each other from?

We worked together one summer in the Hamptons.

Oh, yeah? Where?

Restaurant.

Café Luna.

What kind of restaurant?

Like a café. Like American type food.

What do you do?

I own the bar

and a few other businesses.

What about you?

I'm in construction.

You really worked at a bar?

I'm not sure I believe that.

Neither did Café Luna.

That's why they fired her ass after one week.

I was gonna quit anyway.

Well, you know, I like talking and all,

but, um, I came here to dance, so.

Where did you really go last night?

And why were you in my office?

Why are you acting so weird?

Because I know when I'm being lied to.

I'm not lying!

This girl really your friend?

What are you... why would I lie about

something stupid like that?

Hey, I'm getting drinks. Come on.

No.

This is my club.

I'll get them. You two stay here.

Viktor!

We need to go right now.

Excuse me.

Where are you going, huh?

- Hey. - Stop walking.

Just let me do the talking.

You do as I tell you to do. You'll be fine.

He's not gonna hurt me if I tell him the truth.

- He loves me. - That does not matter.

It's not about that. Not now.

Just do as I tell you to do.

We're gonna get cigarettes. We'll be back.

Oh, cigarettes, huh?

That's the best lie you got?

Go, go, go.

What the hell is your issue, huh?

I'm so sorry! They arrested me.

- Stop. Wait. - I didn't know what to do.

I'm so sorry!

I didn't know how to tell you. I'm so sorry.

FBI! Hands where I can see them!

Hey! Drop the weapon!

Cate. No, no, no.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Cate. Hey, stay with me.

Stay with me, okay? Hey, hey, hey.

This is Agent Zidan. I need an ambulance

in the 1300 block of Broadway.

Put the gun down now!

I'm at your six. Go.

Drop the gun.

Drop them right now.

Hands up.

Up against the truck now.

Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me.

Stay with me, Cate, okay? Just breathe. Stay with me.

An ambulance is coming.

Okay. All right. All right.

All right, that's it. That's it.

Hey, Maggie.

- Yeah? - How'd it go with Viktor?

Oh, he rolled on the entire gang

the second he found out we were filing a RICO case on him.

Said he did everything under duress,

you know, scared of Luka.

- Hmm. - No honor among thieves.

Or murderers.

Did you hear anything about Cate?

How's she doing?

Yeah, last I heard, she was in surgery.

So what do you feel like?

Sushi? Thai?

Indian?

Or there's a great new farm-to-table place in Tribeca,

and I know the manager.

Doesn't matter to me.

Wow, love your enthusiasm.

Gemma, um, I think we need to talk about something.

What's going on?

I think we need to talk about...

your lifestyle.

My lifestyle?

What does that mean?

I just think we need to have an honest conversation.

Okay.

Sorry, my phone is just blowing up.

One sec.

Oh, my God.

What the hell?

What happened?

My friend, Cate,

she's dead.

Someone shot her.