Whoa.
Oh, my God.
You approve?
Absolutely. This is the best ta'ameya
I have ever had.
Who taught you how to make this?
Our nanny Yasmin.
She was like a second mother to me.
Okay, well, next time I'm gonna make you
my famous beid bel basturma.
Next time?
That's right, no strings, no commitments.
I forgot. Mm-hmm.
But, I wanna do something for your birthday.
Oh, actually I already booked myself
a decadent weekend in Miami South Beach.
Oh. Mm-hmm.
Okay. Check out this view.
I booked myself three nights in a bungalow,
all by myself.
Well, happy birthday.
You should come with me.
It's work. I gotta go.
And I'm gonna need that back.
Okay, so let me get this straight.
She's a gorgeous, smart federal prosecutor
who also happens to be a hip, modern Muslim.
All true.
What is your problem?
I don't know. We're just different.
She comes from all of this money,
and, I mean, you should see her apartment.
Okay, but what does this have to do with
taking a fun trip to South Beach?
The bungalow cost $1,500.
Wait, per night?
For three nights? Yeah.
Plus airfare, plus the massages,
plus the meals, plus the salt treatments.
What's a salt treatment? I have no idea.
But they're expensive.
Detective Harden, we're agents Bell and Zidan.
I hear you guys are calling dibs.
It's a Title 18 thing: federal land, federal crime.
There's no witnesses, no evidence, no security video.
It's all yours.
Hammer. A crime of passion?
Or someone was channeling Thor.
We have an ID?
Brad Hughes, 42.
His Tesla's parked in the lot.
Found his laptop inside, not much else.
What's his time of death?
M.E. puts it around 11:00 last night.
Well, he made a call before that.
Can I help you?
Elena Bondar,
I'm Agent Zidan, this is Agent Bell.
Did you speak with Brad Hughes last night?
Is there a problem with Brad?
Can we speak inside?
How long have you and Brad been dating?
About three months.
I can't believe this.
He was such a good guy.
Why did he call you last night?
To say he wasn't coming over.
He had a lot of work to do.
Do you have any idea what he was doing in the park?
Was he in any kind of trouble?
Money issues, stalkers, ex-girlfriends?
All right, so Elena, the girlfriend, said
our DOA Brad Hughes was going through a contentious divorce,
so I was thinking, I dunno, maybe should dig into that.
While we're at it, let's look at the rest
of his life-- his career, his hobbies.
Who was this guy? Anyone?
Looks to me like he was a rich investment banker.
Worked in mergers and acquisitions for Sherman Swain,
a white-shoe firm down on Maiden Lane.
No priors, no debts, no lawsuits.
I pulled up his divorce records
Oh, goodie, how'd they read?
It's pretty ugly.
Wife, Lydia, cheated on him with some construction worker.
For the past year or so,
there's been a major tug-of-war
over kids, assets, alimony.
Oh, in case you're wondering, she was demanding 100K a month.
I was. Well, now she gets everything.
Is her hardhat-wearing paramour still in the picture?
Uh, yeah, looks like he moved in with her.
Name's Cam Buckley.
He remodeled their home 14 months ago.
Oh, well, he must have very nice tools.
Any priors?
One DUI, one aggravated assault.
Well, we have good tools as well.
Let's use them to look into our two lovebirds
a little more aggressively, shall we?
Brad and I were married for 10 years.
I hoped it would be forever, but--
Well, what happened?
He was a workaholic.
Always traveling, preoccupied, even when he was here,
he was gone.
I just--I couldn't keep living that way.
So alone.
But I still loved him. Very much.
The divorce filings paint a pretty different picture.
Things get complicated when money is involved.
Where were you at 11:00 p.m. last night?
You don't think I had something to do with this.
We have to ask you these questions
in order to rule you out.
I was at an art opening in SoHo.
At Frenzino gallery.
Was Cam Buckley with you?
No, art really isn't his thing.
Do you know where he was?
Cam and Brad weren't best friends,
but there is no way he did something like this.
Ah, excuse me.
Hey, Jubal.
Hey we just ran Brad's phone,
recovered a text he got yesterday.
It reads, "You're a dead man."
Sent to him by our boy Cam Buckley.
Can we place him near the scene?
Why, yes, we can.
Oh, and we can also tie him to the murder weapon.
Hey, OA.
Cam is here now.
And he's rabbiting.
Maggie and OA lost visual contact with the suspect.
We need eyes on this guy, fast.
Any hits on the BOLO? Nothing.
What about Scarsdale PD?
On the line with them now. They're low on patrol units.
Department's running an active shooter drill.
State Police, you need to pick up the slack.
We ping Cam Buckley's phone yet?
Just turned it off, but he was heading south.
Okay, White Plains is north, so he's not headed home.
We need to check his phone log, social media.
Who is he tight with in the city?
Think I know where he's headed.
Go.
Cam docks a boat at White Crest Marina.
It's just nine miles south. There it is.
Send the details to Maggie and OA.
There's his truck.
He's gotta be here somewhere.
FBI, hands up!
Guess what, Cam? You're under arrest.
I didn't kill Brad Hughes.
So why'd you run away?
Because I don't trust you guys.
Why is that?
I got a record; I'm banging a dead guy's wife.
I know how this goes.
So what were you planning on doing,
sailing off to Mexico in your little dingy?
I was just trying to buy some time, figure things out.
Okay, well, maybe you can help us figure this out.
You sent a text to Brad yesterday
saying, "You're a dead man."
And now here he is, dead.
That was just a text.
He got in my face, told me to stay away
from his wife and kids.
That's the murder weapon.
This is you from your website.
It's the same hammer.
Are you kidding me?
Tons of people have that hammer.
Yeah, but none of them were near the park
when Brad was killed.
You were. And your phone.
Pinged a cell tower that puts you in the area,
so why don't you just tell us what happened last night, Cam?
I didn't do this. I swear.
I wasn't even at the park.
So where were you?
I hooked up with my ex-girlfriend.
She lives near there.
I thought you were with Lydia?
I am.
But sometimes I just wanna be with my own people.
I love Lydia,
but I don't exactly fit in her world.
You know how it is.
So Cam's telling the truth. I talked to the ex-girlfriend.
She confirms they were together
from 10:00 p.m. to 8:30 this morning.
There's video surveillance confirming this as well.
Well, that puts us back to square one.
Maybe not.
We just found an interesting call on Brad's cell phone.
From the securities and exchange commission.
He's a Wall Street guy, why's that interesting?
Because the call came from a lawyer named Douglas Wells,
head of the Enforcement Division.
The investigation's ongoing,
so there's really not much I can say.
Investigation into Brad Hughes?
We were just looking into some suspicious trading
in a recent merger deal he worked on.
Why, what's this all about?
Uh, Brad was murdered last night.
This changes everything.
We were probing the PELLZ Aerospace merger.
Interviewing Hughes was a formality.
At first, until I got this message.
He left this message yesterday, I tried calling him back, but--
Mr. Wells, Brad Hughes here,
following up on the PELLZ merger,
I think I know who's behind the illegal trades.
I'd like to meet with you in person
to discuss the matter further.
Before they could meet up, Brad wound up dead.
Someone killed him to keep him quiet.
Mm-hmm.
So the victim, Brad Hughes, reaches out to the SEC
regarding illegal trading in a company called PELLZ.
He gets killed before he can blow the whistle.
It sure looks that way, yeah.
So we have any idea
who's involved in the illegal trading?
Well, Maggie and OA are interviewing Brad's co-workers.
Scola is combing the SEC files, recent trading activity.
All right, keep me apprised. Yeah, will do.
Boss, can I show you something?
Why, Ian Lim, you know you always have my ear.
What is it?
Brad Hughes' laptop,
I was checking his emails and search history.
Then I noticed he scanned for viruses a few days ago,
and turns out, he found one. Okay, what kind of virus?
That's where it gets interesting.
Peeked into the virus's code. It is set up to scan
for documents, emails, and seek out specific key words
like merger, buyout, takeover, bear hug, tender offer--
So the virus was trolling for insider information.
Yeah, then it scooped up that info
and it emailed it out.
Can you figure out who received that email?
If I can't, no one can.
I like your confidence.
Hey, you guys look like you got something for me.
What is it?
So we tracked the trading history
of PELLZ common stock.
One trade stood out, a $20 million purchase
just before the merger was announced,
then sold the next day.
Who made the trade?
It's unclear.
It was handled through a small brokerage house.
Run it down.
Okay.
This make you homesick?
No. Hm, not even a little?
Moved on. Okay, so why'd you quit?
The allure of government service
and undersized paychecks.
Trey Neely?
Whoa, is that real?
It is. And, uh, we'd like to talk.
No, man, it doesn't ring a bell.
I mean, it was, like, 10,000 trades ago.
Are we done?
I'm losing money standing here, bro.
All right, look, bro, you're a junior trader
at a rinky-dink bucket shop.
$20 million is the biggest trade
you've ever seen.
Which you turned around and sold
at near double the price.
And your 3% commission, well, that's the biggest commission
you've ever pocketed, so let's try this again.
Who told you to make that trade?
Who's the person behind LIG? Lovecraft Investment Group.
I'm done here, guys.
You really wanna do this?
You wanna play hardball with the FBI?
Why don't you ask around, see how well that works
for other guys on Wall Street.
Okay, okay. Slow down.
Who told you to make the PELLZ trade, man?
I don't know, I swear.
It was all done through bank wires and phone calls.
Well, who'd you talk to?
A voice on the phone.
Man or woman?
A woman, she told me to transfer the money
to a bank in Houston, so I did.
I want every file, every call log,
every detail on those trades.
Now.
It's greed.
You hated being around people
talking about money and trades, commissions.
No, I didn't mind that at all.
I like money.
Mm-kay.
Okay, so Certitrade executed a 20-million-dollar trade
in PELLZ stock on behalf of a shell corp called LIG.
A day later,
through the miracle of modern capitalism
Certitrade sold their position for 34 million,
transferring the funds to a Houston bank.
So let's dig in
and find the person behind that shell corp, shall we?
Unfortunately the person behind the shell corp
is another shell corp.
Mm, what about the 34 million?
Let's follow that.
I'm trying to, but it only stayed in Houston
for less than one second,
then ping-ponged through a bunch of off-shore banks.
And let me guess, ended up in the Cayman Islands.
Close. Nevis.
Nevis?
According to my friend in White Collar,
it's the new black.
Latest hotspot for private banking.
So a warrant will do nothing for us,
which means we're dealing with pros.
Ian, where are we on the virus?
Where did all that information go?
I couldn't trace the recipient.
The docs were sent via Tor
and they disappeared into the void.
Void is a dirty word.
Tell me there's more to that story.
There is.
Virus was installed two weeks ago today
at exactly 10:21 p.m.
Good.
So if we find out where Brad was--
We may find the virus donor.
You're back.
Yeah, Brad made
a credit card charge that night.
11:10 p.m. for $342
at a trendy restaurant called Treasure.
Yes, Mr. Hughes reserved a table for 10:15.
Table 23. That one.
Was he with anyone else?
I'm sorry, I didn't work that night.
Do you have security footage going back two weeks,
by any chance?
I can't share that with you.
Our clients value their privacy.
Brad Hughes doesn't.
He's dead.
If we see the video, we might be able to figure out
who killed him.
Okay. Let me talk to my manager.
Maybe he logged onto a website,
downloaded a virus accidentally?
Do you have Wi-Fi here? Yes.
Someone coulda hacked him through the network.
No, wait, he's got a visitor.
It's his girlfriend, Elena.
Mm-hmm.
See if you can punch in.
Wait.
So she's the infector?
And I'm guessing our inside trader, too.
So much for the grieving girlfriend routine.
Elena Bondar, arrived here a year ago from Albania
on an H-1B3 visa.
Her sponsor was World Capital Talent.
It's a modeling agency in SoHo.
Now, you might remember that Brad Hughes,
our victim, was romantically involved with Elena.
Color me jaded, but I'm getting the feeling
she was more in love with the non-public information
on his laptop than his wit and good looks.
Now Brad is dead. Elena's our person of interest.
Whoever helps track her down gets
the most valuable agent award.
We just checked her apartment.
Yeah? She's not there.
But a neighbor saw her with a suitcase,
waiting for a car.
Yeah, well--Ian, what do you got, her phone?
No, that's been shut off for hours,
but last night around 9:00,
she took an Uber to 125 Cherry Street in Tribeca.
Who lives there?
Guy named Matt Armand, investment banker.
Look, Matt, we know Elena visited you
at your place in Tribeca last night,
so why don't you just go ahead and tell us
what you two talked about?
What's your interest in Elena?
You know, this process tends to go a lot better
而家係我哋問緊問題喎。
嗯，我有晒答案嗰陣，做嘢會順啲。
好嘅數據，先有好嘅結果。
等我估吓，你第一日返工嗰陣，
係咪有個攞住張黑卡、把口叻到死嘅
MBA同你咁講？
我以前都喺度做過，大學畢業第一份工。
但係你睇，Matt，我哋呢度唔係
砌緊個現金流折現模型。
我哋查緊一單謀殺案。
我對謀殺案乜都唔知。
但係我知我有咩權利。
我可以拒絕回答你嘅問題。
你當然可以，而我哋當然都可以
調查任何同呢單進行緊嘅刑事案
有關聯嘅人。
即係話我哋有權索取你嘅電話記錄、
電郵、短訊，同埋啲夜深喺屋企嘅上網記錄，
當然，仲有你嘅財務狀況。
得啦，得啦。
放鬆啲。
我同 Elena 以前拍過拖。
好，咁佢喺邊？
喺漢普頓。
佢尋晚嚟搵我，好緊張，
覺得有人跟蹤佢，
所以我將我東邊間屋嘅鎖匙畀咗佢。
我就係知咁多。
我發誓。
地址係咩？
溫斯科特，天鵝徑22號。
唔該晒，Matt。
哦，仲有，如果係我，我會查吓
我最近嘅公開交易。
可能有啲可疑嘅買賣。
你噏緊乜嘢？
Elena 同緊另一個銀行家拍拖。
喺佢度偷咗啲內幕消息。
哼，咁同我完全冇關係。
梗係啦，你最特別㗎嘛。
唔該你哋走啦。
好，而家我明喇。
係嗰種自大。
嗰班自以為是、精英主義嘅銀行家。
唔係。
好，溫斯科特，天鵝徑22號。
等我揸車。
你係控制狂定係唔鍾意我手車？
唔...兩樣都係。
噢，唔好意思。
你好，我係 Omar。
我係 Mona Nazari。呢位係 OA 嘅拍檔，Maggie Bell。
你好，好高興認識你。我聽過好多關於你嘅事。
佢成日提起你㗎。
我又唔會話「成日」。
好啦好啦。
係成日提起先啱。
話時話，你喺度做咩嘅？
同反黑組開緊個進度會議，
就係我之前同你講嗰單黑幫案。
我哋查呢班人查咗好幾年喇。
唔知會唔會有日我真係可以拉到佢哋返嚟檢控。
我要走喇。真係好高興認識你。
我都好高興認識你。
Mona 好似好叻咁。
佢係㗎。
可能叻得滯。
叻得滯？
呢個世界冇「叻得滯」呢回事㗎。
我又唔係咁肯定。
哎呀，去個旅行就得啦，唔好諗太多。
會好開心㗎。
我唔知呀。我知聽落好蠢，
但係我...我唔知，同嗰啲有錢、
有家底嘅人一齊，我覺得唔係幾自在。
一啲都唔蠢，我明。
我淨係一個嚟自印第安納嘅鄉下妹。
你知啦，我要打生打死先可以喺側門𦦙入嚟。
你係好威嘅陸軍遊騎兵嚟㗎。
我意思係，哎吔，你係西點軍校畢業㗎嘛。
你講得一口流利嘅阿拉伯文。
我意思係，你就係嗰種會被招募去影海報嘅精英。
同佢一齊嗰陣，我覺得自己仲係嗰個皇后區嘅窮𡃁仔。
喂，我唔理 Mona 有幾咁叻，
佢有得同你拍拖，係佢嘅福氣。
永遠唔好忘記呢一點。
我諗我哋就快到。
Elena 住緊嗰間屋就喺前邊。
Elena！
喂，我哋係 FBI，停低！
唔該你，我係無辜㗎！
係喎，又一個大話，加落個 list 度啦。
我唔知邊個殺咗 Brad，你一定要信我。
我哋會信你？
呢個係你嚟㗎嘛？
插個病毒落 Brad 部手提電腦度？
然後吸走晒啲機密資料？
你攞到聽日份《華爾街日報》嘅料，
咁喺股票市場就好難輸錢啦。
Brad 發現咗你做嘅嘢，
打電話去咗證監會舉報。
所以你，或者你啲同黨，
就打爆咗佢個頭。
我冇傷害佢，我發誓。
我淨係聽人吩咐做嘢咋。
即係點解？
我鄉下有個攝影師同我講，話我嚟到紐約
做模特兒可以賺到好多錢。
佢哋幫我搞咗個簽證，仲幫我出咗機票錢。
但成件事都係一個大話。
Elena，你可唔可以話我聽發生咗咩事？
佢話如果我再唔聽佢話做嘢，
佢就會殺咗我，
同埋殺咗我喺阿爾巴尼亞嘅屋企人。
然之後佢就打咗我一身。
跟住強姦咗我。
邊個？邊個做㗎？
我從來都唔知佢叫咩名。
但係佢個口音...佢係我同鄉。
好高大。
同埋佢心口度有個老虎紋身。
佢想你幫佢做啲咩？
同嗰啲做企業併購嘅男人上...
佢哋知道呢啲男人嘅名，
同埋佢哋去開食飯飲酒嘅地方。
我見過好多古惑招數...
馬多夫同佢比，都純品到成個詩歌班咁。
仲有冇其他人係一夥㗎？
我淨係見過另一個人。
Jane。佢係我嘅「接頭人」。
我哋每星期會喺格林堡公園見一次面。
好，咁 Jane 係咩樣嘅？
白人，35歲，幾靚。
你覺得係咪 Jane 同嗰個男人
要為 Brad 嘅謀殺負責？
我唔肯定。
但呢一切都係我嘅錯，我抵鬧。
Brad 發現咗之後，佢好激動，
話一定會要我為我做嘅嘢付出代價。
所以我喺公園同 Jane 見面，
將成件事話咗畀佢知。
佢話佢會「搞掂個問題」。
當你哋嚟到，同我講佢死咗，
我仲以為我會係下一個。
但係我無依無靠，又冇錢。
好，所以呢度係 Elena 喺格林堡公園
同 Jane 見面嘅畫面。
放大佢，Ian，幫我睇吓個車牌號碼。
收到。
喺嗰度。
好，架車係登記喺「世界資本人才」名下。
呢間就係幫 Elena 擔保簽證嘅機構。
我哋有冇地址？
唔，睇落又係一間空殼公司，得個郵政信箱。
一定會有人簽過啲公司註冊文件。
而簽名嗰個人叫做 Jane Garrett。
35歲，住喺綠點區。
我哋會將個地址射俾你。收到。
步兵組，門口疊好隊形。
檢查你嘅進入點。Hold住。
待命。
FBI！
紅隊入！
走廊安全！
去左邊。藍隊，守住後門！
支援上緊嚟。
靠牆！
Maggie，我哋發現咗一具屍體。
睡房安全。
守住窗口位。安全。
係 Jane。我哋最好嘅線索斷咗。
你係想話「唯一」嘅線索下話。
好，冇強行進入或者爆竊嘅痕跡。
除咗地下嗰具屍體，成間屋好乾淨企理。
即係話 Jane 好大機會識得個兇手。
好，咁佢由正門入嚟啦，
Jane 行返去廚房諗住斟兩杯嘢飲，
兇手靜靜雞行去佢後面，砰、砰，
喺佢後腦開咗兩槍。
仲要行到好埋，好親密咁做。
兩個傷口都係近距離射擊，有好多點狀出血同火藥痕跡。
咁睇佢係老手。
分分鐘係職業籃球員嚟添。
彈頭射入嘅角度顯示個槍手非常之高。
咁可能就係同一個
毆打同強姦 Elena 嘅高佬。
係呀。呢幾部係咪太空卡電話嚟？
可唔可以盡快幫我哋送去聯邦大廈26樓？
喂，我啱啱同一個鄰居傾完。
佢見到有個男人喺2點45分離開間屋，
就係謀殺案發生嘅時候左右。
佢有冇見到啲咩特徵？
白人，40幾歲，揸住一部黑色房車離開。
佢唔知係咩牌子，但話望落好貴。
哦，同埋佢真係好高㗎。
再講多一次。
你哋明啦，我哋要搵一個好高嘅男人，
揸住一部深色豪華房車，而我哋手頭上嘅料就得咁多。
所以我哋應該要逐個逐個查勻晒
案發現場半英里範圍內嘅所有閉路電視錄像。
running the plates of every black sedan
driven by a male, white. Let's go.
Hey, any luck on the burners?
Looks like she called Brad Hughes the night of the murder.
10:22 p.m., they talked for four minutes.
Well, she probably lured him to the park.
Called another number that night, too.
Once at 10:30, before the murder,
and again at 12:45, after the murder.
Got a name? No.
Phone's unregistered. Shocking, I know.
Anything else? Like a location?
Pinged off a tower up in the Bronx.
Belmont neighborhood.
Big Albanian population.
Lot of organized crime up there, too.
Why don't we talk to people in O.C.?
I'm sure they've got names and dossiers of potential suspects.
You're right, but I'm not sure they'd be
willing to share information.
Not the good stuff, anyway.
Well, why not ask?
Because we might be told to stand down.
One crime, one criminal versus the career-making takedown
of a nefarious Eastern European crime syndicate.
Right.
Okay, then what's our next move?
I don't know. Talk to your sources.
Your CIs, local cops, off the record.
Hey Hey.
Been digging into World Capital talent.
It turns out they also sponsor visas
for nine other young Albanian models,
all working with the same agency
that Elena was working with.
There are nine other women? Mm-hmm.
Do you recognize any of these women?
I know her, Svetlana.
We grew up in the same town. She's a year younger than me.
Okay, have you seen her or any of these women in New York?
No, as I told you, I don't really see anyone
other than the men I dated.
I want to help.
I'll do anything you want. We have to find them.
We will.
I love that we work so close.
So easy to sneak out, take a walk.
Or discuss things you don't wanna discuss
over the phone.
Nothing gets past you, does it?
So what's up?
Well, it turns out that someone is forcing
young women to seduce Wall Street guys
to steal inside information.
It's pretty innovative. And horrifying.
We think the man that's behind it is Albanian,
lives in the Bronx, the Belmont area.
And I know that you're working that big Eastern European case.
Yeah.
So... You have a name?
No. That's the problem.
We know he's in his 40s, tall, really tall, 6'3", 6'5",
has a tiger tattoo on his chest.
And he's Albanian? Yeah, we believe so.
I'm taking a flier here,
but it could be a guy by the name of Nikolas Christo.
He does a lot of money laundering
for the Russians and the Ukrainians.
Is he one of your targets?
No, more of a peripheral player.
Okay, that helps. Thank you.
Just keep me in the loop. I will.
So did you decide on Miami yet?
I'll call you.
His name is Nikolas Christo.
He's 6'5", an Albanian thug, with loose connections
to multiple Eastern European gangs.
The word on the street,
he's smart and good with numbers.
He did time back home for murder,
and the prison documented his tiger tattoo.
Elena confirms it's the exact same one she saw.
But where did we get the name?
A source.
This is definitely our guy.
Okay, but we have nothing connecting him
to the sex trafficking, insider trading,
or the two murders. No.
But we do have Elena.
Maybe she's willing to wear a wire.
All right, this has to be her decision.
Shoot her straight, let her know how risky this is.
Okay.
This man we're going after is obviously very dangerous.
But I mean, you know that better than anyone.
The problem is, right now we can't touch him.
So we're hoping that you can meet up with him
Just get him to start talking
about insider trading or murders.
And then hopefully we can get what we need
to make the arrest.
Now, look, we're gonna be with you the whole time.
Agents are gonna be watching and listening.
Unfortunately, as hard as we try to protect you,
we can't really guarantee your safety.
I will do anything to stop this monster
and to help save those other women.
You really think this guy is showing up here?
Well, according to his black Amex card, he's been here
five out of the last seven nights,
so it's our best shot.
It is crazy how much money you can make
off of one stupid insider tip.
You ever tempted?
No, not even close.
Still easy to screw up, though, make a mistake,
even when you're trying to be careful.
What do you mean?
One time I got a call from a guy
pretending to be the CEO of my firm.
Some Brit named Elliot Hoyt.
Guy had a perfect English accent and everything.
So he wanted to know the name of every deal I was working on.
Thank God you didn't fall for that.
Oh, I fell. Flat on my face.
Rattled off every damn deal I had going.
None of 'em ever got off the ground, though.
Hey.
I think that's him.
Target's car has arrived.
He's heading inside now.
I've got eyes on the target.
Okay, we're good to go.
Maggie, breaking news.
Christo just bought a plane ticket to Tirana, Albania.
Departs tomorrow morning at 9:20.
Given the fact that we have no evidence against this guy,
can't detain him, this may be our only shot.
Copy.
Excuse me. Chardonnay, please.
So our friend is leaving for Albania tomorrow,
which means that right now is our only shot
to nail this son of a bitch.
Okay.
Thank you.
You're gonna be great, okay? We've got your back.
May I join you?
How can I refuse such a beautiful woman?
Do I know you? - Yes.
My name is Elena.
So, Elena, how did you find me?
Jane said if I was ever in any trouble,
real trouble, and I couldn't find her,
that I should go reach out to you at this restaurant.
What kind of trouble are you in?
Brad Hughes, the man that I--
I--the FBI told me he was killed.
I tried to call Jane, but she didn't call me back, so--
So you talked to the FBI? Yes.
What did you tell them?
That he was my boyfriend. That's about it.
That's the right answer, Elena.
You're both beautiful and smart.
But what if the FBI finds out what I did?
That I stole the information form his computer?
She's pretty good at this.
She had to be in order to survive.
Don't worry about the FBI.
But what if they arrest me? I'm all alone.
I don't have any money for a lawyer.
Let's not speak about any of this here, okay?
But I'm scared.
There's no reason to be scared.
I will take care of you.
You will? Of course, come on.
She's on the move with Christo.
Elena doesn't travel under any circumstances.
No car.Copy that.
Do you know where Jane has been?
I've been trying to reach her.
She went to visit her sister in London.
Oh, okay, good, I was worried.
How 'bout we take a ride?
Get a drink someplace nice and private?
Figure all this out.
Okay, I'll meet you there.
No, we'll go together.
I'd rather meet you.
Help.
Gun, moving.
FBI, don't move!
Back up!
Put your gun down, now. Lower your weapon!
Drop it, now!
Go to hell.
I will not ask you again.
I'm getting in my car with my friend.
We're going to drive away.
Or I'll shoot this bitch in the head.
Shots fired by FBI, man down, send EMS to our location now.
Elena，你做得好好。
你做得好好。
其他女人喺邊度？佢哋喺邊？
佢哋喺邊？！
Elena，我哋會搵到佢哋。好冇？
我應承你。
你毀咗我！
佢死咗。
冇事，冇事。
冇事。
啱啱同彈道組傾完。
Christo 支槍就係殺 Jane 嗰支。
好出奇咩？
而家我哋可以結咗單案。咁 Brad Hughes 呢？
證據鑑證組搵到 Brad 嘅血跡證據
喺 Christo 車入面同佢啲衫上面。
我估嗰單案都可以結埋。
嗯哼。更重要嘅係，
另外嗰九個女人點？
我哋搵到佢哋嘅名同地址
喺 Christo 間屋度。
我哋而家即刻去搵佢哋。
嗰個係好消息。係。
OA，我需要同你傾幾句。
你識唔識 Tom Dolan？
佢負責有組織犯罪組。
我知佢係邊個，咁多啫。
咁，好明顯，我哋喺餐廳嗰次拉人
搞禍咗佢其中一個行動，
一個佢搞咗好多年嘅行動。
佢想聽朝八點
喺佢辦公室同你傾。
好。
佢會問你「Nikolas Christo」呢個名喺邊度得嚟。
同我唔同，佢一定會堅持要答案。
我冇法相信 Christo 利用晒呢班女人
只係為咗攞內幕情報。
我都冇法相信冇乜人咁做。
喂，你太後生，唔應該咁厭世。
哦，我怕呢樣嘢好耐之前已經係咁。
Elena？
Svetlana？Elena？
天啊！
如果你敢對呢件事講一句風涼話，
我殺咗你。
唔係。呢個係好事。
你知啦，你成日問我點解離開華爾街。
嗯哼。
就係呢個原因。
我就係想成為呢種事嘅一部分。
你明啦，真實嘅嘢。有意義嘅嘢。
我好開心你拉到你要拉嘅人。
但係嗰間餐廳係黑幫成日落腳嘅地方。
我哋裝晒偷聽器；係一個情報金礦嚟㗎。
而家全部玩完。
對唔住。唔係你嘅錯。
你做咗你應該做嘅嘢。
咁我聽講你聽日會見 Dolan？
係。你會點同佢講？
冇嘢講。
餿主意嚟㗎，Omar。Dolan 好記仇㗎。
直接同佢講實話。唔使擔心我。
我可以應付到。我都可以。
我知。但係 Dolan 係 FBI 嘅人。
佢可以搞到你生活好難過。
我唔理 Dolan 點。
我哋冇做錯到，Mona。
佢只係搵人嚟孭鑊啫。
咁你可唔可以就咁話畀我聽...
咩係鹽療法？
哦，咁你即係會嚟？
如果你仲肯要我。
可能啦。