Party's over here. I know, it's just so pretty. The river, the lights. I feel like I'm in a movie.
Well, well, well. If I weren't so egotistical, I would think you were blowing me off. And you'd be right. What exactly don't you like about me?
Is it my notoriety? My wealth? My G-5?
I like all of that. It's really just you. [Mickey scoffs] As a person. You're revolting.
Let's go to London this weekend. It's too cold. St Bart's. It's too hot. Okay, fine. Los Angeles. The weather's always good there. I'll think about it.
Hey! What the hell?
I want an answer. Now. Okay, fine. No.
This guy's software company just went public.
Oh, and this dude is one of the richest guys in Mexico City. He owns TV stations, hotels, breweries.
I think he likes you too.
Too old.
You're right, he's too old. And so is everyone else here. What do you say we head out and go get some ice cream?
The three keys to staying popular. Never appear excited. Never say yes. Always leave early. Really?
No, I'm kidding. Sort of. I should head home. Get some sleep. Taxi! Okay. I'll talk to you soon.
Help! Help me! [panting] Help me!
Kim Hollins, Federal Protective Service. Special Agent Maggie Bell. This is Special Agent Omar Zidan. Sorry for pulling you guys into this, but it's federal property, so... No, it's not a problem. What do we know?
Not much. Female, white. Shot twice in the back of the head. Any witnesses?
Doesn't look that way. Video?
We're looking, but we're coming up short.
Is this a robbery?
Don't think so. Purse, wallet, and cash are still here. Only thing missing is her phone.
Thanks.
All right, come on in. Good morning. Victim's name is Nicole Wyatt. Age 28. Born in Brooklyn. No prior arrests. As for the case, motive is unclear. Her purse, wallet, cash, were found at the scene, so it was not a robbery. Her phone, on the other hand, was not there. So either she didn't have it with her, which seems highly unlikely, or the shooter took it. Let's assume it's the latter. Question is, why?
What was he looking for? What's his objective?
While we ponder these crucial questions, Let's get up on Nicole's phone, huh?
Um, see if it's still on and pinging, and then dig into the GPS data, track her movement prior to the shooting. Where was she earlier in the night? Did she send or receive any unusual texts or emails?
Just pulled up her social media. She posted two photos last night. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. So looks like she was at a party on a boat. On a very large boat. That's helpful. Let's figure out who else was at this party and if anything out of the ordinary happened. Let's dig in, people. Let's go.
Hey. Glad you're back.
Jubal. Party was hosted by Fiona Grand, marketing director at Colin Kent Capital. Kent Capital throws a party every year around this time to help raise money for breast cancer research. My mom was diagnosed when I was 14. She found a lump, went to the doctor. That was pretty much it. Died seven months later. So I try to help out. Raise money, increase awareness. We have fun doing it too. Fiona throws one hell of a party. [chuckles] Although I'm not very good at staying on budget. Yeah, we did see the boat. Um, we're here because we have some bad news. Unfortunately, one of your guests, Nicole Wyatt, was killed after she left your party.
That's terrible. Do you know what happened or who did it?
No, not yet. We're still investigating. So do you guys recall any arguments or altercations at the party?
Uh, no. No, not that I'm aware of. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. Eating, drinking, soaking up the beautiful views. How well did you know Nicole?
Spoke to her a few times, that's about it. Okay. How about you? I saw her all the time at parties, fashion shows. She was an amazing woman. Smart, funny, outspoken. And absolutely beautiful, of course. We're gonna need to see your guest list. As well as all of your surveillance footage. Of course. Whatever you need. Thank you.
Jacob Adler, Regan Remington, Robert Harper. Just keeps on going. It's like the guest list was pulled straight from the "Forbes" 400. Oh, on the male side, anyway. Female side looks like it was ripped straight from "Vogue." Virtually all the women that attended the party were models. Newsflash: rich men like beautiful women. Well, maybe it's not a revelation, but could be a lead that gets us to a motive. Hey, we need to dig deeper into Nicole's personal life. Her finances, her friends, her boyfriends. Did she file any police reports?
Restraining orders? Injunctions?
Kelly, where are we with the video?
No video on the boat. Party planner turned off all the cameras. Said it was standard practice for this "type of crowd." But we did find some security footage from the marina. This is Nicole leaving the party at 9:43 p.m. She walks off the yacht with another woman. Didn't get any hits off facial rec, but we ran the actual image of her face and got a hit on a social media account.
Looks like the same person. Without all the fuss. You know, the hair, makeup, clothes. Get a name?
No, nothing official. Name on the account just says "Julia in Real Life." Okay, track the IP address. Let's go.
Yeah, that's my daughter. Her name's Julia. Is she here?
No, she's at school. Why? What's this all about?
Uh, we're investigating a murder, and we just have a few questions to ask her. Why would Julia know something about a murder?
Because she was with the woman who was killed last night. They were seen leaving the party together.
No. That-that can't be true. Um, is this Julia?
It looks like her, but, I mean, this girl's all made up. Fancy clothes, fancy hair. Like a model. That's what she does for a living, right?
No, Julia's not a model, and she wasn't on some yacht last night. She was at her friend Sophie's house, studying for a history test. A history test? Ma'am, how old is Julia?
She just turned 15 last week.
No, we didn't study last night. Julia just told her mother that so she could stay over. So she did stay at your apartment last night. Yes. Okay, what time did she get there?
About 10:45?
Okay, do you know where she was before that?
At a party. On a boat or something. Okay, do you have any idea why Julia was at a party on a boat with adults on a school night?
Sophie, it's really important that you tell us the truth.
Because she gets paid. Paid to go to parties?
Yeah. Rich people parties. And what exactly does she get paid to do at these parties?
She does what she tells her to do.
Hey, Sophie? You can trust me. What kinds of things does she tell her to do?
She makes her have sex with people.
Who's she?
Her name's Nicole. She used to be a model or something. But it's not Julia's fault. Her mom is sick, and they need to buy these expensive drugs, but they don't have much money. It's okay. We understand. We don't blame Julia for any of this. Do you have an idea where Julia might be?
We need to talk to her now. I don't know. She left early this morning. She got this text. She was all freaked out. Said her friend got murdered last night. And that she thinks someone might be trying to kill her too.
All right, eyes up, people. This is Julia Walcott. She's a sophomore at St. Mary's Academy. She just turned 15. And she is the young lady that left the party with Nicole Wyatt last night. She was last seen this morning at her friend Sophie's apartment on the Upper West Side. We need to find her right away. She might be in danger, and she might have information relating to Nicole's murder. So let's go to work and find this girl. Hey, you hear from Julia's mom? Yeah, I just spoke to her. She doesn't know anything. She hasn't even heard from her. Okay, what about Julia's phone? Her phone's been shut off since 7:45 a.m. this morning. Looks like she's trying to get off the grid. So if the friend, Sophie, really was telling the truth, and Julia was getting paid to have sex at "rich people parties"-- Means Nicole was her pimp. Right, which begs the question, was Nicole exploiting other young girls as well?
We don't have any proof, but I'm guessing the answer's yes. So is this why Nicole was murdered?
Or is it just a disgusting side note in an otherwise random crime?
[sighs] Right. Uh, why don't you guys head over to Nicole's, see what else you can find. Okay.
OA. What's up?
Nothing, nothing. I'm not buyin' it. No, I'm fine. Nothing. Okay, well I'm buying it even less now. What's going on?
[sighs] Okay, uh. Few months ago, I was working the tip line, and I got a phone call from a young girl, 16 years old, said her name was Madison. And she was receiving money to sleep with rich guys. She would meet them at a restaurant in Soho called Spino's, and then she would go off to a hotel or an apartment after. I started asking her more questions, and she got nervous and hung up. Did you investigate?
I tried, but nobody knew anything. Well, look, technically, she didn't even report a federal crime. I mean, most agents would have taken that call and told her to call NYPD, not even given it a second thought. Yeah, but I could have-- could have pulled video from the neighborhood, I could have set up a pole cam outside of the restaurant. Yeah, and diverted resources from active investigations with more credible facts and evidence.
Hey, look, OA-- the odds of this case being connected to that call are really... both: Slim. Yeah. Yes, I know. But not impossible, Maggie. Not impossible, right?
What's the first thing they tell you when you choose to work the tip line?
I know. No, no, no, come on. Answer the question. That the only thing that is guaranteed is that you'll screw up. Yeah. They'll chase the 999 calls that turn out to be nothing and miss the one call that turns to be something.
OA. This girl that's missing, that's not on you.
Come on. Okay. Hmm. Looks like Nicole lived pretty well.
See a note lying around anywhere?
Mm.
No.
Bingo. Check it out.
"Great singing the other night "even though you were rude. "I'm not gonna stop sending flowers until you say yes. "Hope you like orchids. Looking forward to tomorrow. "PS, stalking used to be considered romantic. Love, M." That's creepy, right? It's definitely creepy. Okay, I'll call Jubal, have him check Nicole's social media a week prior to the murder. Yes, I know Nicole Wyatt. Yes, I did send her flowers. So you admit you were stalking her. I admit to energetically pursuing her. Same thing. Oh, I get it. You're one of these faux-feminist men whose mission in life is to save the huddled female masses from toxic masculinity, right?
Nope, nope, just saying you can't really stalk someone in a good way. Sort of a paradox. It's called romance, bro. [clears throat] All the best movies of all time have had a stalker subplot. It's a fact. Yeah, well, this is real life, and we got a dead body on our hands. Are you saying--
Nicole is dead?
Yeah, she was murdered last night. [scoffs]
And you think that I--
Look, I didn't kill Nicole. That's preposterous. I liked her. A lot. Where'd you go after the boat party last night?
To my apartment. Midtown. 447 Fifth Avenue. Check the video, ask my doorman. Or ask my date. I believe her name was Celeste. All right. Let's assume that we believe you. That you're just some creepy old dude that likes to pursue women that don't wanna date you. Fair enough. What can you tell us about Nicole? Do you know anyone that might want to hurt her?
No, like I said, she was great. She was very social. She was very generous. She was a pimp. Trafficked this kid for sex. Only 15.
You seen her before?
Uh--
Yeah, she was-- she was at the boat party. Okay, look. I knew that Nicole managed some younger models. I even slept with a few of them too. But they were all older than 22. Okay? That's my rule. I only sleep with women older than my daughter. How noble. There it is again. It's that virtue-signaling do-gooder thing. It's-it's a bad look, right?
Just shooting you straight, bro. Appreciate that. Did Nicole ever mention she was having any problems?
That someone, other than you, of course, was stalking or harassing her?
No. But I did see something sort of suspicious the other day. Okay. As I was dropping off the flowers at her building-- this is probably nothing-- but there was a guy dressed entirely in black, sitting in an SUV on the corner of Chambers and Church. It reminded me of this character that Ryan Gosling played in this picture I just made, "Hitman in Love." All right, we'll look into it. After we check out your alibi, of course. For your sake, I hope it's clean. For my sake, I hope it isn't. What the hell does that mean? Means there's this little part of me that hopes you're guilty.
Just shooting you straight, bro.
Did you confirm that movie producer's story?
Yeah, pulled video from his building. He arrived home with a young woman at 9:39 p.m. There's no way he's the shooter. He was telling the truth about the guy in black too. Pulled video from Chambers and Church. Can't really see his face, but got a good look at the plate of the black Durango. Car's owned by a security firm called CW Solutions. Eyes up, people. Corporation is wholly owned by a veteran, Curt Williams. Spent three tours in Afghanistan, Special Forces. 12th Infantry. All right, Curt Williams, people. Go to work. What else do we know about this guy?
Uh, not much, but Kenny Crosby might. I'm pretty sure he was in the 12th Infantry too. How-how in God's name do you know that?
We had drinks one time. He told me all about his time overseas. And, not to boast, but I have a near-photographic memory. Does not surprise me. Call Maggie. Tell her to reach out to Crosby ASAP.
Yeah, I don't know Curt too well. We did work together on a few operations. Right. He's pretty good under pressure. When was the last time you spoke to him?
Uh, maybe four or five years ago. He's got a real dark side, though. Not sure if he was born that way, or if the war made him that way. This is the address. Looks more like a pawn shop than a security firm. Yeah.
Hey, Curt! It's Captain Crosby, 12th Infantry. Working with the FBI now. Just want to talk to you about something.
Oh, Maggie, he's running out back!
Hey! Hey, stop! FBI!
I didn't do nothin'. Curt Williams?
No. It's Trevor. Close enough. Where's Curt? I don't know. You ever hear Curt mention the name Nicole?
No. Never. Kay, so why was he parked outside of her building dressed in black a few days before she died? Don't know, but I got nothing to do with any of that. What exactly do you guys do at CW Solutions?
Not sure-- I answer phones and pass along messages to Curt. Okay, so it's just you and Curt?
That's the whole company? Yeah. You don't know what you do?
You don't know what problems you find solutions for?
I don't, man. I don't want any trouble. All right? I'm on probation. Known Curt a long time. I needed a job, and he gave me one. Where's Curt live?
Look, Trevor. You want us to help you, you have to help us.
So give us the address.
That's him inside.
Hey, Curt! We're with the FBI. We have some questions for you. Can you step outside?
Do you want to take the lead since you know him?
Yeah, sure. [engine revs] Hey, Curt.
Call for backup! Try and contain him to the west.
Sergeant Williams. Stop right there. This is Captain Crosby, 12th Infantry. Remember me?
Captain Crosby. The hell are you doing here?
Look, I just wanna talk to you. Okay? Soldier to soldier.
I appreciate that, sir.
Okay. Now, first thing's first. That gun. I'm gonna need you to put it on the ground.
You're absolutely right, sir. I apologize.
No!
Oh, my God. Kenny!
[groaning] Okay. This is Zidan, we have shots fired. Agent down. Send a medivac to our location. Help is coming. Stay with me. [gasps] Kenny, we're here. Everything's gonna be okay.
Kenny, you gotta stay with me. Keep fighting. [groans]
Hey. They're working on Crosby now. They're not gonna know anything for at least two hours or so. But he's breathing, right? He's in, uh, stable condition?
Yes. But he lost a lot of blood.
You know, Kenny's been having a hard time lately. He was involved in an off-duty shooting. He's been struggling ever since. I didn't know that. Putting him in the field to have him engage with a fellow soldier's a bad idea. Why didn't you call me?
Why don't I call you?
Kenny's under my command. You wanna use him, you ask my permission. Okay. I understand that you're upset-- Of course I'm upset! Jess. All due respect, that's on him to tell you that he's working with us, not me. If you just had the decency to follow protocol, none of this would have happened! Okay, so you do think this is on me?
Maggie. You don't get to talk to me like this. Agent Bell.
Scola just got a hit on Crosby's jeep.
Curt Williams! FBI.
Come out with your hands up.
On my visual.
Drop the weapon now.
Put down the weapon, Curt. Drop the gun. Or you're a dead man.
Yes, I shot Crosby. But it was self-defense. He came at me, gun drawn. I did what I had to do.
Did you shoot her too?
No. I don't know who that is. You sure about that?
Yes. [phone buzzes]
You might want to rethink your strategy. What are you talking about?
I just got a text from St. Vincent's hospital.
Agent Crosby just died on the table.
That means you're officially up for the death penalty.
Unless of course, you cooperate.
I tell you the truth, you take the death penalty off the table. I will speak to the U.S. Attorney's office. I will tell them that you are cooperating, but that's that best I can do.
Yeah, I killed her. I shot her twice in the head. Near the stairs of some old building. Why?
Because some guy offered me 300K. To kill Nicole. Yeah. And two other people. Um, girl named Julia.
Is that her?
Yes. You killed her? She's dead? No, I was looking for her, but I never found her. And what about the third person?
[sighs] Name's Pierre Nagy. I shot him twice in the head.
In Budapest, of all places. Who hired you? I don't know. I didn't ask for a name. I met him someplace in Queens. Kind Café. Can you identify him?
No, he had a mask on. Like, you know, for COVID. Did he say why he wanted these three people killed?
Did he pay you?
Yeah, paid me 100K in Bitcoin after I did Pierre, and then he paid me another 100K after I did Nicole.
Okay, so, what happens now?
You stay in this tiny, little, crappy room until we move you to a tinier, crappier room, where you'll spend the rest of your life.
Jess, hey, listen. I am so sorry about Crosby. I feel terrible. He was a great agent. He's not dead. What? I lied. Text is from my plumber.
Hey, Elise, I need your team to start digging into a guy named Pierre Nagy. He lives in Budapest. Curt apparently killed him two nights ago. We need to figure out how he is connected to the whole thing, but right now, our focus is on who hired Curt. Who's Curt's client?
Did you find any video near the café?
Uh, we have a few shots of them sitting across from each other, but like Curt said, the guy was wearing a face covering. Uh-huh, any footage of him coming or going? Did he arrive or take off in a cab or a rideshare service?
More like a chauffeur-driven Maybach. Just found this two blocks from the café. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. So can you grab the license plate?
Got it. Running it now. Okay. Car comes back to a Sub S corporation owned by Nathan Tate. Nathan Tate?
White, male, age 64. And apparently the 26th richest person in the United States. Right, well, it definitely looks like him, right?
Same complexion, height, weight. All right, people, we need to find a connection between Nathan Tate and Nicole Wyatt. A phone call, a photo, a text. Go to work. Hey, I got something. Yeah. Found a text on Nicole's burner. Sent from her to someone with the initials NT. That's good. Did you run the other number?
See if it's registered to Tate?
It's another burner, but the text is pretty juicy. "In your best interest to invest 100 million in the fund discussed." There's a few other similar texts as well. All are kind of cryptic but definitely convey the same message. Invest 100 mil in this fund or else. Right, so... Nicole traffics Julia to Tate and then shakes him down for a $100 million investment. Big ask. Well, not for a guy worth 55 bil. Which is why she probably set him up in the first place. That sounds like motive to me. Now we have to confirm that the guy who was being blackmailed with the initials NT is actually Nathan Tate.
No. I don't recognize him. Well, is it possible that that's the man you met at the café?
Yeah, sure. Anything's possible. Okay, I want you to take a look at this for me. Let me know if you hear or see anything that might ring a bell. With ruthless discipline and focus, I set out to find the most talented doctors, scientists, and researchers I could find, and then I ana-- Recognize his voice? Mannerisms?
No, but I recognize his watch.
Yeah. When we were talking, I kept looking at it, wondering how much it cost. The answer's $475,000.
We need a lot more than a watch and a Maybach to charge Nathan Tate with murder. Well, I agree, but we can still bring him in for questioning. Do you really think he'll talk?
It's possible. Tate's not used to being in a concrete room. It's on the wrong side of the power dynamic. Might fluster him just enough to say something stupid. It might, but it's highly unlikely. I get that Tate has a lot of connections in D.C., but-- This has nothing to do with politics, OA. Please don't go there. Just want to find Julia.
She has to be really scared right now, Isobel. Bringing in Tate isn't the answer. So stand down. We have to play the percentages, and the percentages are that Tate is gonna lawyer up the second he is brought into that interrogation room. So why are we gonna tip him off? Why are we gonna let him know he's a suspect?
The second we release him, he's gonna destroy any and all evidence, and then circle the wagons with the best attorneys in town. Yup. Hey, uh, got something. Julia just reached out to her mother five minutes ago. She's leaving town, wants to talk to her before she goes. Good.
She said a friend was giving her money and gonna fly her to a house in South Beach?
So she wants to say goodbye in person. Who would want to kill Julia?
Did she mention any names?
No, she just kept saying that she was sorry, and she didn't mean for any of this to happen. Okay, well, look, we're gonna talk to her now, we're gonna--we're gonna help her through this. What is going on here?
We are still investigating, but we do believe that she is being trafficked. She's a victim. Somebody is exploiting her. They're preying on her. Guys, I got eyes on her. Northeast corner.
Julia!
Julia! Julia! I'm on it! Julia! Julia! [car horn honks] [screams] Julia!
Julia! This is Agent Zidan, we have an abduction in progress. Black Lincoln Town Car heading west on east 53rd street.
All right, good news-- OA caught three letters of the license plate, T-J-K. Cross-reference that with the make and model of the car-- black Lincoln Town Car, 2011, 2010. See what comes back. Hey, Hobbs. Make sure the BOLO is city-wide, NYPD and State Police in the Tri-State Area. Got a hit. Yeah?
Car's leased by a charitable foundation called Bond Empowerment, Inc. Bond Empowerment, Inc. Okay, that's a start. Run the names of the directors, the officers-- see if anyone looks familiar. Only name I recognize is Fiona Grand.
The woman who hosted the yacht party?
Yeah. She's one of the trustees.
OA, I need you and Maggie to track down Fiona Grand right away. Okay, good. The hell is going on here?
I'm sorry, I'm confused. What does a man driving a black Town Car have to do with me?
The car was leased to a charitable foundation called Bond Empowerment, Inc. You're on the board. Yes. I'm one of 16 trustees. But that doesn't mean I know anything about the car or the man who was driving it. Have you ever seen this girl before?
No, I've never seen her before. Okay, you're sure?
I'm positive. Okay, well you're lying. Excuse me?
She was at your party last night, right?
Yeah, but that doesn't mean I've ever seen her. Why are you talking to me like this?
Asking me these questions?
Because we think that your friend Nicole was trafficking her for sex. What? What the hell is going on?
I'm sorry, sir, we are, uh, investigating an abduction. I understand that, but right now, you're in my office, talking to my employee, my-my friend. You need to ask for a lawyer right now. These questions are out of line. I'm sorry. You know what, I've seen too many innocent people hung out to dry simply for trying to cooperate. Okay, well, we just have a few more questions, so if you do not mind-- No. I should listen to Colin. I want a lawyer. Okay. I'm sorry, I want to help, but-- Mm-hmm. Your questions were getting confrontational.
So Fiona made a call to a burner phone ten seconds after you guys left. It pinged off a tower in Brooklyn near Flushing and Adelphi. Okay, definitely worth checking out. I'll call it in. Update the BOLO. Okay, then meet us at Flushing and Adelphi. We'll start canvassing the neighborhood. We gotta find this girl fast, guys.
Oh, hey. Any word on Crosby?
佢情況穩定。但實際情況要再等多幾個鐘先知。所以簡單講佢... 仲同死神搏鬥緊。
搵唔搵到部 Lincoln？Julia？
仲未有發現。而家條街好多黑色車，所以—— 搵到喇。車牌吻合，架車沿住 Assembly Road 向東行駛。好，掟個地圖上嚟！查吓！好，如果佢由嗰度繼續向東行，好大機會去緊 Navy Yard。嗰度好多吉咗嘅樓同貨倉。做壞事嘅好地方。我哋繼續追查 Assembly Road 嘅閉路電視，但集中近 Navy Yard 嘅位。
喂，我係 Jubal—— 我需要布魯克林 Navy Yard 上空嘅監察。我哋搵緊一部黑色 Lincoln。
冇屍體。打開個車尾箱。呃...
安全！喂！呢邊有腳印！
好，咁場火點搞？
由得佢燒。
Maggie。
佢仲有生命跡象。兩處槍傷。我哋有個受害者心口有兩個槍傷。急需要救護車去 Navy Yard。Scola、Tiffany，我喺地下室搵到 Julia。喂，Julia。喂喂。我哋係 FBI。你會冇事㗎。你會冇事㗎。
你撐住呀。佢流咗好多血。好， Julia，撐住呀。
你望吓呢個男人。有冇見過佢？佢有冇傷害過你？
佢有冇掂過你？點都好？
佢哋捉咗我朋友 Sunny。我哋就快救唔返佢。唔好。
求吓你，求吓你，求吓你，求吓你，求吓你，求吓你。
對唔住。對唔住。
喂。喂。嗯。呃，我啱啱同 OA 傾完。Julia 救唔返。佢喺救護車上面過咗身。呢班係咩人嚟㗎？
操控人、剝削人同殺人嘅？
係。真係好難置信。但係，嗯—— 我哋捉到佢。
你講咩話？
Julia 過身前，佢認出咗 Tate。
話佢掂過佢。傷害過佢。拉咗嗰個仆街。
收到，Madam。
你冇事嘛？
呢棟係佢嘅大廈，係咪？
係。
好。
係佢。
佢就係 Nathan Tate。