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. [laughs] Time to pick a new team, Gino. You'll sleep better. Oh. [chuckles]
What are you doing? Leave him alone!
Thank you. [chuckles] 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?
[speaking indistinctly] 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. [phones ring] 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. [chuckles]
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.
[engine revs, tires squeal] 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! [horns honking]
Hang on, Maggie. Hang on. Hang on!
Maggie. Maggie. Hey, hey, Maggie. Huh?
You okay? [groaning] 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.
[whispering] 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. [grunts] 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?
[laughs] 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... [indistinct chatter]
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. 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. [whispering] 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. [grunting]
Place is jumping. That's the key. No women, no men, no money. Funny how that works, huh? [chuckles]
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。係？
我覺得佢發現咗個竊聽器。
搞咩啊？
頂。好。喂，Maggie，我哋有麻煩。Luka 喺佢辦公室做緊嘢，跟住個竊聽器就收唔到。等陣，你意思係佢發現咗？
我哋諗係。叫 Tiffany 小心啲。我哋會通知佢。你返入去。睇實 Cate 同 Tiff。知道。
你去咗邊？
要去處理啲嘢。你哋兩個點識㗎？
我哋有一個夏天喺漢普頓一齊做過嘢。哦，係？邊度？
餐廳。Café Luna。咩餐廳嚟㗎？
好似咖啡店咁。賣啲美國嘢食。
你做咩嘢㗎？
我開嗰間酒吧同埋其他幾盤生意。你呢？
我做地盤。你真係喺酒吧做過？
我唔係好信。Café Luna 都唔信。所以佢哋一個禮拜就炒咗佢魷魚。我本來都打算劈炮。
咁呢，你知啦，我係鍾意傾偈，但係，嗯，我嚟呢度係想跳舞嘅，所以。
你琴晚到底去咗邊？
同埋點解你會喺我辦公室？
點解你咁古怪？
因為我識得分係咪講大話。我冇講大話！
呢個女仔真係你朋友？
你做乜... 我點會為咗啲咁無聊嘅嘢講大話？
喂，我去攞酒。嚟啦。唔好。呢度係我個場。我去攞。你兩個留喺度。Viktor！
我哋而要即刻走。唔好意思。
你去邊呀，吓？
喂。咪行。等我嚟講。你照我講嘅去做。你會冇事。如果我同佢講真話，佢唔會傷害我。佢愛我。嗰啲唔重要。唔關事。唔係而家。照我講嘅去做。我哋去買包煙。我哋會返嚟。哦，買煙，吓？
呢個就係你最好嘅大話？
走，走，走。你究竟咩問題呀？
我好對唔住！佢哋拉咗我。停。等陣。我唔知點做。我好對唔住！我唔知點同你講。我好對唔住。FBI！舉高雙手俾我見到！
喂！兩個：放低武器！
Cate。唔好，唔好，唔好。喂，喂，喂，喂，喂，Cate。喂，撐住。撐住，好冇？喂，喂，喂。呢度係 Zidan 探員。我需要救護車，位置係百老匯大道 1300 號街區。即刻放低枝槍！我喺你後面。去。
放低槍。即刻放低。舉高雙手。而家挨埋架貨車度。
撐住。撐住。撐住。撐住呀，Cate，好冇？保持呼吸。撐住。救護車嚟緊。好。冇事。冇事。冇事，係咁。係咁。[喘氣，窒息]
喂，Maggie。係？Viktor 嗰邊點呀？
哦，佢一知道我哋會告佢條 RICO 罪，就即刻隊晒成個幫出嚟。話佢做嘅所有嘢都係被逼嘅，你知啦，驚咗 Luka。嗯。賊仔都係冇義氣。殺人犯都係。你有冇聽到 Cate 嘅消息？
佢點呀？
係，我最後聽到，佢做緊手術。
咁你想食咩？
壽司？泰國嘢？
印度嘢？
定係翠貝卡有間新開嘅農場直送餐廳幾好，我識得個經理。我冇所謂。嘩，真係鍾意你咁有興致。[輕笑]
Gemma，嗯，我覺得我哋要傾下啲嘢。發生咩事？
我覺得我哋要傾下... 你嘅生活方式。我嘅生活方式？
咩意思？我只係覺得我哋要坦誠咁傾下。好。[電話響] 唔好意思，我個電話係咁響。等我一陣。
天啊！搞咩呀？
發生咩事？
我朋友，Cate，佢死咗。
有人射殺咗佢。