- She's gotta see this.
Hey, Liza, view's better from the edge.
- It's literally just Lower Manhattan, Dad.
- [laughs] She's right, you know.
How's this supposed to impress her
when she's had breakfast on a catamaran outside Istanbul?
- What's next?
You two gonna give the skyline 3 1/2 stars?
[laughter]
Where's Liza?
Liza? - Liza, honey.
Where are you? - Liza!
- Liza! - Liza!
- Sweetie, Liza!
- Liza! Honey!
- Liza.
[tense music]
Liza!
- Where are you? Liza!
- Over here. - Liza! Liza.
You gotta tell us before you run off like that.
- I was just taking a selfie with the bridge.
What's the big deal?
- Okay, let's just go find your dad.
Alvin, I found her.
[people gasping]
- Oh, my God.
- Alvin?
Alvin! [screams]
Oh, my God, Alvin!
Alvin! Alvin!
♪ ♪
- Hey, no Scola today?
- Visiting Nina's family in Texas.
- All right, just us ladies, then.
OA's on a medical follow-up. Doctor's orders.
- Wait, if that's the case, give it to me straight.
How am I doing? - Now?
- Yeah.
- Okay, I think you're solid, Eva.
That being said, you stand in your own way sometimes.
And when I say that, I mean that you treat the victim
and the suspect exactly the same.
Your suspicion is on high.
In my experience,
you're gonna get more information
if you can build some trust.
- Noted.
- All right.
Detective Williams. - Special Agent Bell.
- Hi, I'm Special Agent Ramos.
- Hey, good to meet you.
Well, we appreciate the help.
This little patch of the city had never seen
a violent crime until today.
[siren wailing]
- Who's the victim?
- Name's Alvin Quincy.
He was just out taking a walk with his fam.
- Robbery? - Unlikely.
Vic still had his phone, wallet, and keys.
We're running facial rec on the cams, but truth be told,
if someone just stowed the knife in a coat pocket,
kept their head down, it'd be hard to point him out.
- Hey, Mosbach, what do you know?
- Four stab wounds to the back, punctured liver.
It's likely a 3-inch blade.
Now, it's small, but still deadly
if you know what you're doing.
- It's easy to conceal. - Yeah.
- Can we figure out the height of the attacker
based on the bottom angle of the stab wound?
- It's likely the killer is on the shorter side, maybe 5'6".
- Well, it's obviously personal,
being stabbed multiple times in the back in broad daylight.
- Where's the victim's family?
- Follow me.
- I think Liza's in shock.
She keeps looking at the selfie
she took with Alvin this morning.
Hasn't said a word since it happened.
[somber music]
She hadn't seen him in two months, and now--
- Two months? - He traveled for work.
He'd take us with him when he could.
Summer in the South of France, spring break in Mexico City.
- What line of work?
- He had a charter business--
boats, planes, helicopters if a client needed one.
- Was that stressful, dealing with that type of clientele?
- Alvin never let it get to him.
I mean, almost.
- Almost?
- Last week, he told me he had to drop a big client.
I think the guy scared him.
He used to charter boats, mega-yacht kind of boats.
- Do you know what happened there?
- He didn't wanna talk about it,
but he seemed disturbed.
- Can you give us the name of the client?
- Alvin valued his client's privacy.
He didn't give me a name.
- You're scared for your daughter and for yourself.
That's completely understandable.
We wanna keep you safe, but we can't do that
unless you help us figure this out.
Please, what is the name of the client?
♪ ♪
- All right, folks, so we have a name.
One of our victim, Alvin Quincy's former
luxury yacht clients, Tómas Delgado.
What do we know about him?
- Delgado is 46, an American of Venezuelan descent.
I looked into his real estate holdings;
says here he resides in Miami, but he also owns homes
in New York and LA.
- So how did Delgado get all this money?
- He owns a trucking company.
- Trucking, huh?
- IRS returns puts his revenue in the tens of millions.
- All right, so we need to figure out
why Alvin Quincy dropped him.
- He was being overcharged. - Talk to me.
- I'm in Alvin Quincy's finances right now.
He was charging Delgado a 50% premium over his other clients
to rent out these mega-yachts.
- But is it enough to stab someone to death?
It seems like overkill, right?
- Jubal? - Yeah.
- Got something. - Okay.
- Starting to make sense now.
Turns out Tómas Delgado was a person of interest
back in 2017 on Operation Caravan.
- Should I remember that one?
- It was an ATF investigation.
- That's right, a six-month op looking into
gang-affiliated Venezuelan gun smugglers,
specifically Sangre de Sol.
They're known for moving weapons from Florida up I-95,
the Iron Pipeline,
to sell in more restrictive states like New York.
- How were they connected to Delgado?
- The Miami ATF office suspected Delgado
of overseeing the logistics of the whole operation.
But Delgado has gone off of ATF's radar lately.
- Okay, well, what if he didn't stop smuggling?
What if he just got smarter?
That's how he intersects with Alvin Quincy.
I mean, this guy rents a lot of these boats.
- So maybe Delgado got off the highway and into the ocean,
started using chartered yachts to smuggle the guns.
- Well, if that's true, what if Delgado was
overpaying for these boats with some kind of kickback?
- Which would mean Alvin Quincy was in on the smuggling
the whole time until he dropped Delgado,
cutting off the smuggling route,
which is motive, right?
Delgado could have killed him out of revenge
or just to tie off a loose end.
All right, so how do we find this Delgado fellow?
- He bought into a boxing gym in Brooklyn.
It's his current base of operations.
- Get our team there right now.
Oh, and ATF, tell your guys we're going in.
[suspenseful music]
[energetic hip-hop music]
♪ ♪
- FBI.
We're looking for a Tómas Delgado.
Where is he?
♪ ♪
- [whistles]
- Cuff him. Eva.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[gunfire]
- Get down, get down!
- Let's flank them. - You lead.
- Tell me when you're clear.
- Clear. - Move.
♪ ♪
[gunfire]
Tómas Delgado, you're under arrest.
- My client has nothing to say, all right?
Because my client had nothing to do
with Alvin Quincy's murder.
Now, if you're going fishing,
you might wanna try a different pond.
- We found two crates of AK-47s in your client's boxing gym,
at which point he started firing at federal agents.
Ramos?
- Those guns that we recovered from Bud's Boxing Gym?
A gun from that same shipment
was used in a liquor store robbery in the South Bronx
three months ago.
A 15-year-old kid, shot dead by one of those stray bullets.
Possession of those guns is a felony.
So you're looking at a felony murder right there.
But wait, it gets worse.
Life without parole, especially once a jury
hears how three days after Alvin Quincy cuts you off
from chartering his boats to run these guns,
you had him stabbed to death in broad daylight, didn't you?
Who stabbed Alvin Quincy?
I'd recommend your client give us a name
and start talking.
See what that's worth to us.
- Okay.
This hit wasn't done by me or anyone from Sangre de Sol.
- Then who did it come from? - Hell if I know.
Your people probably know more than I do.
Seems this guy had his hands in a whole lot of mess.
- What makes you say that?
- He was being tailed by one of your people.
- Not possible.
- He got spooked. Cut me off.
Said he couldn't afford trouble.
- I'm telling you, it wasn't us who was tailing him.
- Well, you might wanna double check
because someone was up his ass for real.
♪ ♪
Alvin caught them on camera.
- All right, so this is the marina security.
Yeah, there is a mystery woman that is tailing Alvin Quincy.
Can you--
- Image is too profile for facial rec.
- All right, well, we've checked with
all the agencies, ATF, HSI.
- Yeah, I queried our federal databases
for any active operations. Came back with nothing.
I don't think she's law enforcement.
- Hey, Quincy's daughter Liza had selfies on her phone
taken right before the murder. Check this out.
- Am I supposed to be seeing our stalker?
- Hang on, hang on. I'll hit the live feature.
- Okay, yeah.
All right, that's enough for facial rec, right?
- Yeah, it's a hit to Interpol's database.
Wait. - What?
- Look at this.
- Okay, says our suspect is Salma Bakari,
Tanzanian national, no criminal record.
Does that say what I think it says?
- Yeah, according to Interpol,
she has been dead for three years.
[tense music]
- For three years, Salma Bakari is a living ghost,
and then she pops up here, back from the dead,
to kill Alvin Quincy.
- So what's the connection between Quincy and Salma?
- Well, as far as we can tell, there is none.
Quincy has never been to Zanzibar,
and Salma never left it until she disappeared
ten years ago.
Local PD out there declared her dead after seven years.
- Okay, so Salma found a way to live off of the grid
and slip through the system.
Did facial rec get a match to any of the names?
- Yeah, so she entered the country via JFK
last month on a British passport.
Diya Merchant was the name she used.
No visa, but she would have had to fill out
an address on her DS160 form.
- Oh, I'll call DHS and get you an address.
- So the DHS form says that the apartment
is right up there, but the only resident
listed is Katie Corbett. - Can I see a picture?
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, look, she's right there.
- Outfit of the day.
It's giving "Material Girl."
If you don't know, Google it.
- Katie, FBI.
We have a few questions for you.
[phone beeps]
- Do you recognize this woman?
- Yeah, she said her name was Diya,
but I guess it's Salma?
She's been subletting my extra room,
but I haven't seen her in days.
- Did she say where she was going?
- No, she's really quiet.
We really only talked when she was paying rent.
- How does she pay?
- Well, um, in diamonds.
- She gave you that necklace?
- Yeah, I've taken alternative forms of payment before.
I just--this was new.
- How did you two meet? - Well, on socials.
I posted looking for a subletter.
- We need to see those messages.
- Weird, um, it looks like she deleted her account.
- Unfortunately, we're gonna have to take that necklace.
- But this is vintage Buzzelli.
- It's also evidence, sweetie. Take it off.
- Did you end up finding anything on Salma's account?
- Salma AKA Diya deleted her account,
but no social company ever truly deletes a profile,
even at the user's request.
They just unpublish it,
and they keep the data to resell.
- But of course they do. So this is an unpublished page.
Wait, how'd you get it?
- I subpoenaed their legal department.
- Oh.
- Okay, there is a number tied to Salma's original account.
It is a British number.
And it is active. - Oh, wait.
This is Salma's phone.
- Pinging in the Lower East Side and moving.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Salma's phone is pinging here.
- Well, I don't see anything on my side.
What about you? - No.
- Yeah, we still got her.
She's just north of you, maybe, what?
- 25 yards.
- Yeah, 25 yards, and she's moving west.
♪ ♪
- We're not seeing her on the street.
- I'm looking at the GPS.
Now she's 20 yards west of you.
- West? No, there's no way.
We're being duped. - I know.
- Okay, you're right on top of her right now.
- Oh, hold on.
Maybe she's in there?
Hey, Jubal, we found a door.
We're gonna go inside the building.
- All right, copy. - Ready?
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
- Jubal, what's her location now?
- Uh, she's about 30 yards southwest of you,
and she seems to have stopped moving.
- ♪ Forget about me ♪
♪ Don't, don't, don't, don't ♪
♪ Don't you forget about me ♪
♪ Will you stand above me? ♪
♪ Look my way and never love me ♪
♪ Rain keeps falling down, down, down ♪
♪ Don't you forget about me ♪
- Thank you. Turn to your left.
No, not my left, your left.
Next.
Excuse me. This is a private event.
- Special Agent Bell, this is Special Agent Ramos.
We're looking for this woman. Have you seen her?
- I'm sorry, no.
- We have reason to believe that she's here right now.
- No, that's impossible.
- Get down.
[gunshots]
- Stay with her. - Got it.
Shots fired. We need a medic now.
♪ ♪
- Hey.
I got eyes on her, second floor.
Salma!
♪ ♪
- Salma ditched her phone, but I'm hoping
Ian can recover it.
- A deadly singing competition, I just don't get it.
- Yeah.
I think she recognized the photo of Salma
before she was killed.
The answers are here somewhere.
What's your name? - I'm Mirabel Kemp.
- Okay, Mirabel,
you mind telling us what's happening here today?
- Um, it's like an audition.
- I'm sorry. Is that a question?
- Well, no, but like, I was approached
by a friend of a friend.
She's kind of sketch, but, like, whatever.
It sounded cool.
And there's some rich guy, and he's coming to the city,
and he likes to party.
So he was looking for girls with, you know, like--
- A certain look?
- Yeah.
- And he wanted you to sing?
- And dance. It's a real job.
It's like crazy money.
If he picks you, you go on some insane yacht,
like ten days,
maybe more if he really, really likes you.
And you don't have to have sex with him.
Only if you want to.
- Well, they told you that at your audition?
- Yeah, Traci did.
That's her name, or it's what she said.
She, like, arranges the girls.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Am I in trouble?
- No, you're not.
But you would have been if you got on that boat.
You know this woman?
She shot Traci.
Have you seen her before today?
- No, sorry.
- Okay, thank you.
- Do you think--
um, could I get my passport back?
- They took your passport?
- Well, yeah, when we got here,
just in case we left the country on the yacht.
- Sit tight.
We'll get your passport back.
- All right, folks, so Ian is working
on repairing Salma's phone.
Let's send him good thoughts.
In the meantime, talk to me about this victim Salma shot.
- Her name is Traci Mori, Japanese national.
According to Interpol, she's wanted
in both Japan and Australia for sex trafficking.
- Maggie said this woman was a host for some sort
of audition process.
- Yeah, they were scantily clad and singing, like in a pageant.
These women didn't know it,
but I think they were auditioning for the chance
to be sex trafficked.
- Well, usually, targets of sex trafficking
are leaving domestic violence situations
or the welfare system. This is different.
They are luring these girls out into the open
with this talent show ruse.
I have never seen anything this elaborate.
- Right, so an operation like this
would need resources, a network.
We know Traci handled recruiting.
How might Alvin Quincy fit in?
- Charter service leased yachts and jets all over the world.
- He enabled traffickers to move the girls more easily.
Luxury charters can slip through immigration
in ways that international airports can't.
- Okay, we've been combing through Traci's socials
and I think we found a link.
Look, Traci Mori, Alvin Quincy
photographed together on Quincy's yacht.
This is off the coast of Malta last year.
- Okay, okay, so this is one giant operation.
These people make women disappear.
Salma disappeared ten years ago.
She's going after the people who abducted her.
- She took out the man who transported the girls
and the woman who recruited them.
But as far as we know, the real offender
behind all of this is still out there.
- If there is just one offender.
Their operation spans the entire globe.
- Whether it's one offender or a conspiracy,
they're trafficking American women on U.S. soil,
and they expect to get away with it.
We need to shut them down. [phone buzzes]
All right, Ian got into Salma's phone.
- There wasn't a lot left to restore,
but I was able to extract enough info
to get into the numbers portal.
Salma was only in regular contact with one number.
Last message from there was this afternoon
from someone named Fatimah.
She only sent an address, the address of the theater
that Salma attacked today.
- Fatimah must be some source within the trafficking network.
That's how Salma has been able to pull all this off.
- Co-conspirator, so if you can't track down Salma,
maybe you can locate this Fatimah.
- Yeah, on it.
[computer chimes]
- Wait, is that--
- Fatimah just sent Salma a new message.
This is happening in real time.
- The Oxford Hotel, suite 250.
- Sending Maggie and Eva now. Good work, Ian.
- Sir. Wait, look at this.
- Yeah?
- A read receipt.
- That's not us.
Salma must be accessing these messages remotely.
- Salma is headed to the Oxford right now.
She's moving on to her next target.
- Sending SWAT as backup.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- I was trying to save them.
♪ ♪
- So we ID'd the victim who was in the hotel room with you.
Fatimah Bandara from Sri Lanka.
And ballistics confirmed that your gun
was not used to kill her.
Do you know who did it?
Okay.
How do you know Fatimah?
- She was helping me.
He must have found out and punished her.
- Who is he?
We can find him, Salma, if you give us a name.
- You don't understand.
The man you're looking for is untouchable.
And he will face no consequences
if you try to arrest him.
- Okay, what I don't understand
is why you won't give us a name.
You are protecting him.
You told us that you wanna save these women,
that you wanna help them, and we're giving you
that chance right now.
- You saw what happened to Fatimah.
If he sees you coming, he will just kill them
before you can save them.
- She's not gonna talk to us.
I guess it's hard to trust us
when we're charging her with murder.
- Yeah, well, she hasn't asked for a lawyer or a deal either.
- You know, maybe we're going about this the wrong way.
She's gonna be guarded, right, no matter what angle we play?
And if she won't talk to us...
Yeah, Kelly, I need your help with something.
Hey.
I'm sorry to interrupt.
Salma, there's something I think
that you should look at.
- Salma.
- [gasps softly]
Mama? - Salma.
- Oh, God.
- Oh, God, it's really you.
- Oh, Salma.
My daughter.
- Daughter.
Oh, my God.
- Are you okay?
- I'm okay.
- I can't believe it.
- I'm okay, Papa.
♪ ♪
- I promise, Papa.
- We thought you were dead. - I know.
- Oh, my God.
- Nice pivot, Ramos,
reconnecting her with her parents.
- It's like you said--
sometimes you have to build trust.
- Thank you.
- Will you talk to us?
Okay, start at the beginning.
Tell us everything you know.
- You saw what they do.
They find attractive women who can sing.
They steal our passports
and ship us off quietly on some yacht
no one's paying attention to.
And then we are forced into his harem.
- I'm sorry, did you say harem?
- What else would you call a group of enslaved women
whose purpose is to service the whims
and desires of one rich and powerful man,
singing and dancing?
[ominous music]
And as the night goes on, there are...
other responsibilities.
♪ ♪
- How did you escape?
- I built relationships with the guards
until I found the right one susceptible to bribery.
Had to work him over for six months
before I traded a Birkin bag to let me slip out.
- And it was Fatimah who was feeding you information
from inside the harem?
- We planned it together.
I smuggled a phone to her,
but we couldn't get to him at home,
so we waited until he traveled.
- To New York.
Is his harem here, now?
- He never goes anywhere without his favorite toys.
- Salma, think about all those girls
that you can help reunite with their parents.
Trust us.
Tell us who he is.
♪ ♪
- It's...
Crown Prince Ahmed Nayan.
♪ ♪
- Isobel.
- Anna.
Were you just in the neighborhood?
Or did the State Department send you down
here to complicate my day?
- We need to make some smart choices.
- Fill me in.
- Crown Prince Ahmed Nayan is first in line
of succession to the throne.
His father, Emir Khaled Nayan, has cancer.
It's not public knowledge yet, but it's serious.
He's gonna be stepping down any day now.
- Which means the crown prince is next in line to be the emir.
- The crown prince is a corrupt hedonist
who shouldn't be allowed anywhere
near a state government.
His younger sister, on the other hand,
Princess Aisha, she's studying political science at Harvard.
She's smart.
She's got her head on straight, an ideal leader
who just missed thanks to the rules of succession.
- Your agenda is showing, Anna. - We're in the optics game.
Any act of aggression toward Arab royalty
would ruffle feathers.
- The Prince has no diplomatic immunity here.
He's just a guy on vacation in New York.
The FBI has every right to arrest him.
- Isobel, this is delicate.
It would embarrass the entire League of Arab States.
We helped unite them.
We don't wanna give them a reason to unite against us.
- Anna.
- However, if the International Criminal Court
brought a case against him, the U.S. wouldn't have
to put their thumb on the political scale.
We could remain neutral.
- An ICC case? Is that a joke?
Those charges are toothless, and you know it.
Most countries don't even enforce them.
It's not gonna solve a damn thing.
- It's not a magic solution, but it's the best
we're gonna be able to do at present.
- I cannot ask my team to look the other way when that man
murdered a woman on our soil.
- Most likely, his security team did that murder.
And they should be brought to justice.
The FBI can and should arrest every last one of them.
The crown prince will be indicted on ICC charges
of crimes against humanity, unlawful deportation,
transfer, and confinement.
You have my word, so long as you'll permit me
to accompany your team so I can serve the summons.
- Well, we have to find him first.
- All right, so listen up.
The only thing we have permission to do
is serve an ICC summons to Prince Ahmed Nayan.
Regardless, he fled the Oxford Hotel before
we had a chance to intercept him.
Right? So where are we?
- Well, the Prince's harem was spotted exiting the hotel
shortly after he had Fatimah killed,
accompanied by armed guards.
- So where are they now?
- The caravan drove off at 4:31 p.m.,
but we lost them heading east on the LIE.
- FAA, any flights out of MacArthur in the time since?
No.
HSI, any mega-yachts break for international waters?
That means they are still on Long Island.
- Right, so the question is, where do you hide a prince,
his security detail, and a 12-woman harem on Long Island?
- We've been digging through royal tabloids.
It seems the prince inherited his father's taste
for high-priced living.
It is rumored that he has estates in Paris,
London, Tokyo, and New York.
Except that they aren't in his name, nor his companies.
- A guy like that would have a straw man, right,
someone to handle his assets and shield him from lawsuits?
You find that straw man, you'll find the whole gang.
- Yeah, boss, here's something.
- What? He's an F1 fan?
- No, no, he's an F1 owner.
The man standing next to the prince is named Arman Aden.
He's a London-based asset manager.
He handles the family's holdings.
And although the F1 team is in Arman Aden's name--
- It's really Prince Nayan's.
All right, so what local assets are under Arman Aden's name?
- How about a 21-bedroom estate on the outskirts
of Sands Point, which you can get to from Manhattan?
- Heading east on the LIE.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- The FBI's count is ten members of the Emiri Guard,
possibly more.
Assume all are armed,
and if they engage with us, we will respond.
- I wanna remind everyone that there are
12 women inside this house,
and our first priority is to rescue them.
- Be advised, Prince Nayan is off limits.
When we're secure, I will personally hand
the prince the ICC summons.
- I want you to remain in the vehicle
until this mission is over.
- Absolutely not.
♪ ♪
- I cannot stress this enough.
You need to stay in my back pocket.
Alpha team, move with me.
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
- We're gonna get you to safety.
Where are the other girls?
- Upstairs on the mezzanine.
- Okay, go with them.
Eva, the other girls are on the mezzanine level.
We're coming to you now.
♪ ♪
[keypad beeping]
- Maggie, Bravo is coming in from the roof.
- [grunts]
- [whispering] Oh, my God.
That's the FBI.
- Shh. Come on.
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
- We're going dynamic. Push.
[gunfire]
- Everybody, get down.
[gunfire, screaming]
- You're telling me we can't go for the prince?
- The FBI kills him, that'll start a war.
- You're not authorized to fight.
Stay here.
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
- [grunts]
- Come on, come on, let's go.
Everybody out. Hurry up.
Come on, move. Come on, grab them.
- Wait, what about Lulu? You have to get her.
The prince took her upstairs.
- You gotta go.
- Eva, with me.
Continue the evacuation. We're going to the third floor.
- Copy that.
- [screams]
[gunfire]
- FBI. It's over.
Drop your weapon. - I don't answer to you.
- As long as you got her, we're authorized to shoot.
Do it. Drop the gun now.
- Who's in charge here?
- U.S. government.
This is an International Criminal Court summons.
You're being charged with Article 7,
crimes against humanity, unlawful deportation,
transfer, and confinement.
- The charges aren't worth the paper they're printed on.
- I don't know.
This is pretty fancy paper.
- Then serve it. Changes nothing.
- [gasps]
- It's all right.
- If you could have harmed me, you would have done so by now.
- Stop talking, put down your weapon,
and show me your hands.
- By the time my family finishes with you--
[gunshot]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Come out. Show me your hands.
Slowly come towards me.
Give me the gun.
♪ ♪
- He's dead.
- Are you sure?
- Would you like to check yourself?
- Maybe next time.
♪ ♪
- Of course. Yes.
Thank you, sir.
- Hi, you wanted to see me? - Yeah.
Come on in.
You know, the young woman from the harem,
the one who killed Crown Prince Nayan?
She will be extradited to Andorra following her plea
to the U.S. District Court.
- Makes sense. It's her home country.
- Yeah, I just spoke to the Justice Department there.
They understand her plea.
And the courts will be lenient on her.
- That's great to hear.
Thanks for the update.
- Hang on.
There's just one thing I can't square up in my mind.
- Shoot.
- Where did she get her hands on a gun?
SWAT cleared every room, confiscated every weapon.
- It was a big house.
- The gun was a Glock 19,
standard issue service weapon for the CIA.
- And available for purchase at any local gun store.
- Mm-hmm.
Well, with the crown prince dead,
his younger sister is next in line for the throne.
But weren't you the one who said
she would be the ideal successor?
[soft dramatic music]
- Sometimes, things just happen to work out for everyone.
♪ ♪
- Hey, Salma.
We wanted to tell you that Prince Nayan will no longer
be hurting any more women.
He's been killed.
- And my friends?
- They're free.
And they're gonna be supported as they're safely
returned to their families.
- Thank you.
- Salma, I should inform you that the AUSA
will be proceeding with charges for the murders
that you carried out.
We tried to explain the circumstances,
but you should know that the charges are serious.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- I understand.
I knew what I was doing.
My only regret is that I couldn't act faster.
If I had, Fatimah would still be alive.
♪ ♪
- Eva, what's wrong?
- Why do I feel like we used her,
and now we're just throwing her to the wolves?
- That's the risk of building trust.
And it's upsetting.
And I know you wanna do more.
Sometimes we can't.
Come on.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[wolf howls]