- What? No, no.
No, no, no.
[crowd shouting indistinctly]
What's going on?
Does anybody know what happened?
- They're saying there's some kind of exposure.
- Exposure to what? - Haven't said.
All we know is a few kids have died and a daycare worker too.
- Every second we wait, it gets worse!
- I'm sorry. - Please! Come on.
Do you have kids? - I'm sorry.
- You gotta be able to tell us something.
- Hey! - No, I gotta go back!
- Can't let you through, ma'am. It's not safe.
- No! I gotta get-- - It's not safe.
- My daughter's inside!
- You'll have to wait with everyone else
till hazmat's cleared the scene.
- Let me go! No!
Oh, God, no!
It's my baby!
It's my boy!
Walt!
[sobbing] Walt! Walt!
Walt!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Hey, what are you doing back here?
I already told you, you can't be here.
- Sorry. Sorry, I--I just--
I can't find my kid.
- Excuse me, you're the owner, right?
- Yeah. - Do you know this woman?
She says her kid goes here.
♪ ♪
- No, I've never seen her before in my life.
- All right, drop the bag and put your hands
where I can see them.
[bag thuds]
Nice and slow.
♪ ♪
- Ron Nadalini. Newburgh Police.
Thanks for making the trek. - Yeah.
What do we know, Ron? - Nothing good.
Looks like two kids, four years old,
must have found the drugs back behind the daycare.
Dug out a brick and opened it.
They didn't know. Died on site.
- What kind of crew drops their product behind a daycare?
- The kind we're gonna bring in, yeah?
Oh, man. Fentanyl?
- That's right.
After the kids went down,
aide died trying to revive them.
- Killed during CPR.
So this is a potent strain.
- Street name Pompeii.
ODs all over the northeast with the same story--
bodies left frozen in position.
That's how quick they die.
- We know where it's coming from?
- Not local.
None of my guys can pinpoint what state it's coming from.
Neither can our CIs.
Why we called you all.
But I'd start with the crew's gopher.
We got her in a squad car in front.
- I already told the cops I don't know anything.
- OK, well, you can either talk to us
or beg the judge for leniency, but those ODs
are gonna fall on you unless you cooperate.
Now, we both know that you are a low man on the totem pole.
You had a job to pick up the drugs.
So you can either tell us who those drugs belong to,
or the prosecution will prove that they were yours,
and then three felony murders are gonna land on you.
- No, it--it-- it was not like that.
It's--you see, what happened was, I, um--
I heard about those kids,
and people were saying they found a package,
and I-- I shouldn't have done it--
it was stupid-- but I'm--I'm an addict, OK?
That's why I was back there. - Emily, stop.
Those kids found the drugs at a dead drop.
The neighbors spotted you several times,
said you parked over there, walk along the house,
pick up the package, and go.
Now, this is what the jury is gonna see,
Kimberly Mitchell.
She's the daycare worker that died trying
to save the kids that were killed by the drugs
you were supposed to pick up. - Stop it.
- Look. That's Grace.
That's Walt, just four years old.
They are no longer here because of what you did.
Who do those drugs belong to?
- I don't know.
My boyfriend.
He's--he's like--
he's nobody. He sells.
He--it--my job is I pick up the package
and I bring it to him.
- OK, we'll deal with your boyfriend,
but we're not the cops. We're the FBI.
We need to know the source of the supply.
So, again, whose drugs were those?
- I don't know. I swear. Um...
One time, I-- I got here early,
and I saw the car that made the drop off.
- Can you describe it to me?
- Grace Kessler, she wanted to be a gymnast.
Next week would have been her birthday.
She would have been five years old.
Walt Calloway wanted to be a firefighter,
just like his father.
This morning, their parents got the worst news
of their lives, along with two dozen
other families across the northeast
who have lost family members to a deadly strain
of fentanyl called Pompeii.
I demand to know where these drugs are coming from
so that we can shut this operation down.
- OK, so the drug mule that OA interviewed claims
that she saw the bricks dropped off
behind the daycare by someone driving a black Caprice.
- The daycare has security cameras.
We've been combing through footage from the past few days.
Take a look at this.
- All right, there's the black Caprice.
- Switching angles to behind the daycare.
- Here's our guy in the backyard making the drop.
Can we get an ID?
- Not enough for facial rec.
And the plates are stolen.
[computer beeps] - Hey, hey, hey.
We may have gotten a break.
NYPD just pulled that car over in Briarwood.
- Good.
Have them hold the driver until we can get a team there.
♪ ♪
- Thanks.
[knocks] FBI.
We need to inspect your vehicle.
- You need a warrant for that.
- Not when there's an active Amber Alert
and your car matches the description of the vehicle.
Pop the trunk.
- Come on. You see a kid in my car?
- That's why I'm asking you to pop the trunk.
Or we can stay here until we get the warrant
you're so concerned about.
- OK. [latch clicks]
- OK.
Nope.
OK.
All clear.
- OK, you're good to go.
- Camera's in place and recording.
- Well, let's see who this guy kicks up to, yeah?
- I got eyes on a second individual
walking out of the residence.
He must have realized we found
their drop spot at the daycare.
Looks like they're pulling back all their runners.
♪ ♪
- Oy, Diego, chill, chill, chill.
There's no need for that, a'ight?
- You're two hours late.
- I swear to you, it was an Amber Alert.
Cops pulled me over looking for some kid.
- What alert? - I don't know.
I don't know.
- OK, that is Diego Torres, 25, long sheet.
Drugs and weapons charges.
- Well, there's our bigger fish.
- Everybody hang back till we got eyes on the drugs.
Then we move in.
- And they pulled you over? - Yeah.
But, yo, they ain't find the trap.
We're clean, baby.
See? - Whatever, man.
You always got some kind of story.
Get this in the bag and get it inside.
- And there's the rest of our product.
Same stamp as the drugs at the crime scene.
This has got to be one of the stash houses.
- All units, move in.
♪ ♪
[door cracks]
- FBI! Nobody move!
Nobody move! [gun clicks]
Hands where we can see them.
- We've got exposed powder.
- I would not do that if I were you.
- Or what? - You know exactly what.
You start shooting, everybody in here dies
from exposure. Put your weapons down.
Now! - Man's right.
- Hands up.
Hey! - I'm on it.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[cans thudding]
Diego Torres, you're under arrest.
- Possession, distribution, assault and battery,
extortion, larceny,
quite a diversified portfolio, Diego.
Two innocent four-year-olds lost their lives this morning,
along with their teacher.
We will prove that their deaths were caused by your product,
dropped off by a vehicle tracked
back to your stash house.
This will all come down on your head.
- You don't scare me.
- Your wife, Lillian, she's on parole, right?
- Don't talk about my wife.
- We charge you today,
we violate her parole for associating with criminals.
She will be held without bail.
- Lily's got nothing to do with this.
- I'm not done.
Once we pick up your wife and your kids,
Marisol and Rafael,
suddenly they have no parental guardian.
They will be placed in foster care,
and you will not see them again.
- You bitch.
- "You bitch"?
I'm trying to help you.
You're at a crossroads, Diego.
You can either watch your whole family
be torn apart from behind bars
or give me a name. Who do you kick up to?
You do that, and you walk out of here.
You can have dinner tonight with Lily and the kids.
All you got to do is give me his name.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Hector Vega.
♪ ♪
- OK, what do we know about Hector Vega?
- Uh, DEA sent over a list of probable stash houses,
allegedly all run by Vega.
- And we think Vega is responsible for the deaths
in Newburgh this morning? - Looking like it.
So Vega started dealing in Jersey, street level.
Tried but acquitted.
Appears he's built himself up since then.
He's made a name for himself moving fent from New York City
to upstate dealers and beyond.
- Yeah, he slipped their hook a few times,
but the DEA says that Vega runs a pretty tight op.
- Tying him to this would be a chance
to put him away for good.
- Not to mention a big win.
- Looks like we have a new long-range op on our hands.
Everybody go home, get some sleep,
and tomorrow we will start sitting on some stash houses.
- You coming?
- Uh, yeah.
I'll be right there.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[tapping]
- Mr. Vega would like a word.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Thought you'd learned your lesson, Counselor.
- Yeah? What lesson is that, Hector?
- Too ambitious.
You running and running before you can walk.
- Well, maybe that's both of our problems.
- Man, I seen your ass pull up outside before you even parked.
I see it all, know it all.
Trust.
- OK.
What do you think you know?
- I know you hit a house this afternoon.
Scooped up my boy. Got D locked up.
- Oh, yeah, Diego. He's real chatty.
- That boy don't know nothing.
He only knows what I let him know.
- My turn. You know what I know?
You operate an interstate drug trafficking network
selling fentanyl we can link to 20 deaths so far.
The drugs are distributed from stash houses
that you run here all over New York,
where we seized 20 kilos of your stash just today.
That's knowledge and intent, agreement,
overt acts to constitute a federal drug conspiracy.
This case is a slam dunk.
- [chuckles] Your boss know you're here
working this so-called slam dunk case?
See, it's funny-- you got a fantasy.
You're trying to get back at me for how I did you wrong before.
Problem is, if we did have other houses
like the one you're talking about,
they already cleared out.
You ain't gonna find nothing else on me.
- The New York field office is running
a large-scale drug bust right now.
And the mug shot that's pinned all the way
to the top of the org chart is yours.
- You really want to try this again?
Do you want to come at me a second time
and not catch me?
That's gonna be really bad for you, isn't it?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
I'll tell you what.
Why don't you put aside this little beef
that you have with me, grow up, and we work together?
- [scoffs] Are you serious?
- I could serve one right up to you.
Dude's a menace.
Moving major weight. - Yeah, what is he?
A competitor?
You want us to clear the board for you?
- Not even.
He's bringing in nitazene, selling it in my city.
- You're drowning. - No lie.
Synthetic opioids.
1,000 times more potent than morphine.
You go to your boss, you tell him
what we talked about. My offer is simple--
we clean up the city together, everybody wins,
and you, you climb out of that little hole
that you dug for yourself.
♪ ♪
- Don't leave town.
- Why would I?
We got work to do, Counselor.
It's been fun!
- Come on, morning ambush with no coffee?
What is...
[file thuds]
- And that's it.
Vega has intel, and he wants to trade it.
- A nitazene network in New York.
If he's right, there'll be more bodies than we can count.
- Yeah, but I don't buy it.
I think he's just trying to wriggle off the hook.
- That's not your call.
Off-books surveillance, no back-up.
[clears throat]
Didn't just put your job in jeopardy,
the case in jeopardy--
you took on a bunch of unnecessary risk.
His name flashed up on the board, Eva.
The three of us were doing background on the guy.
You knew every single detail, and you said nothing?
What is that?
- You don't know what it's like.
- No? So try me.
- Hector Vega has been living
in my head rent-free for years.
[soft dramatic music]
I was a young prosecutor.
And I was too cocky to know what I didn't even know.
And Vega was using his job at a Paterson distribution center
to distribute product across Jersey.
♪ ♪
And he was smart.
It was pills and Oxy.
And most of the evidence was circumstantial.
And I had one witness,
a forklift driver, Joe Caruso.
And he was so scared.
- You convinced him to testify?
- I promised him, with his testimony,
I could get Vega once and for all.
And he had him killed.
A day before the trial, Joe disappeared.
His body was never found.
I never proved it, and Vega walked.
And you know what the worst thing is?
I had to look Joe's wife
and his 9-year-old son in the eye and tell them
the bad guy got away with it.
- You can't carry that.
- Look, I get it.
I know we have to take this to Isobel.
But you have to have my back.
♪ ♪
- UNODC has issued a Warning Advisory
about nitazene.
It has spread across Europe like wildfire.
If it is, in fact, here in New York
and Hector Vega can help us stop the source,
we are going to listen.
- Due respect, Vega is a cockroach, OK?
This could just be another angle that
he's trying to play. - Right.
I think we trust, but we verify.
- Do we have a problem here?
- No.
- Vega is smart enough to know what happens if he cries wolf.
Regardless, I think we got to run this thing down, no?
- Agreed.
If he is right, he gets the deal.
If he's wrong, he does his time.
- So does this mean I'm out?
- No.
No, I think that you can be useful.
With Maggie on bereavement, we are down an agent.
But you two need to get on the same page.
You guys need to get your house in order.
Agent Ramos, we are going to work
with Vega to stop something even bigger than him.
Do you understand? - Yes, ma'am.
- I expect you to put the greater good
ahead of any personal crusade or vendetta
you have against Vega. That's our job.
For every one of us.
- OK, this is a standard Cooperation Agreement.
A lighter sentence in exchange for your cooperation.
Now, seeing how you poisoned two children,
I'd say this is more than generous.
- Your turf, your rules.
Ain't that right, Counselor?
Oh, my bad, I meant, uh, Agent Ramos.
- Let's get this straight.
Everything that you say, we have to document
and prove in court. All right?
So who's the source of this nitazene that you claim
is being sold in New York? - Jalen Turner.
But you ain't gonna find him in your files
'cause he don't exist.
No priors, no picture.
Probably not even his real name.
But he is real,
and he's moving some serious weight.
- How serious?
- Well, he's been slinging 8 balls since he was 12.
Moved up to keys before he could drive.
And now he's bringing in nitazene
that he designed himself.
Taught himself a little chemistry.
And he's selling to kids in my backyard
who are dumb enough to try anything.
I want this guy gone. - OK, how do we find him?
- Dude's paranoid.
Never sleeps in the same bed more than three nights.
And he's worked hard to keep his name out
of your guys' mouths.
He's even killed for it.
- No one's untouchable, so... - True.
Which is, uh, why I know he's got
a shipment coming up off a truck today from Culiacán.
[tense music]
- You're really plugged in.
How do you know that?
- Got a little spy inside of Turner's network.
But I ain't gonna let you near him.
You expose him, he dies.
- We hear you.
- Turner's a bad dude, man.
If you don't stop him, you're gonna be
stacking bodies. You understand?
♪ ♪
- OK.
That is an awful lot of negative space on our workup.
- Agree. "Jalen Turner" is very careful.
No idea if that's his real name or a street name.
No arrests that match the description Vega provided.
There is a Jalen Turner who bounced around foster care
in New York and Connecticut.
If that's him, he'd be about 50 now.
- Anything from our friends at the DEA?
- Yes, they were able to confirm
the intel about the truck.
- Vega's spy sent us a photo of the 18-wheeler.
Here.
It crossed the border at the Laredo Port
of Entry 36 hours ago.
Truck belongs to a vegetable distributor, Calyer Wholesale.
- All right, if we're gonna substantiate our claims
about Jalen Turner's network, we've got to find that truck
and track it back to one of his strongholds.
- I hate to say "but,"
but we don't know where it's going.
- DEA has no known locations for any stash house
operated by a Jalen Turner.
- What about its distribution?
Where is it sold?
Anything that can put us onto Turner's base of operation?
- Working our sources,
but nitazene is still new to New York.
FBI, NYPD, DEA--
zero leads on where that truck is headed.
- We do have one lead.
- I told you guys everything I know--
the truck, the route.
Listen, that truck stops two times for gas, all right?
North Carolina and Jersey, same gas station every time.
After that, when the truck hits the city,
I don't know, man. Mars? Yankee Stadium?
I got no clue.
- Eyes on any of the stash houses?
- I told you guys that this guy was careful.
I mean, you guys are the FBI--
Patriot Act and whatnot.
I mean, you guys got cameras everywhere and, what?
You really ain't finding nothing?
Are you serious?
- If we don't know where the drugs are going,
we need to grab the shipment before it gets to the city.
- Dude, I'm telling you, if the FBI stops that truck,
Turner goes underground. He's gone.
You'll never find him.
The Feds cannot touch that truck.
- OK, fine.
The FBI won't touch that truck.
But the thing is, truckloads like that
get robbed every day.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[train whistle blares distantly]
[upbeat music playing]
- That'll be $11.43.
- Can we get 30 bucks on Pump 3?
- OK, any movement out there?
- Nothing yet. Road's clear.
- We don't know what we're walking into.
Knowing Vega, there could be another shoe to drop.
- Elise just got a plate hit six miles south.
This truck is coming, all right?
- Turner could just reroute the shipment.
- Easy, partner.
- It's no fun when you're out of sync.
- It's on me.
It's Vega, he--he spins me out.
- Look, Scola lost a partner.
He's trying to protect himself, and he's trying to protect you.
And you kept him at an arm's length.
Some friendly advice?
I, uh, wouldn't do that again, not to him.
[doorbell chimes]
[engine humming]
- There's our shipment, guys.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Grab you a soda, or you want one
of those nasty energy drinks?
- Get out. - Go! Down on the ground.
Walk forward.
[tires screeching]
On your knees. On your knees.
Put your hands behind your head.
- You do what you're told,
and you'll get out of this alive.
- I got him, go. Behind your back.
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
- Stay inside and stay low!
- Got it.
- You know who you're robbing? - Shut up!
- We got a vehicle coming in hot.
- Oh, you're in trouble now.
♪ ♪
- Cover!
[gunfire]
- [grunts] - [grunts]
[gunfire]
[both grunting]
[gunshot]
[body thuds]
- Eva! The truck!
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
- [grunting]
- Come on, Eva.
[both grunting]
- Eva!
♪ ♪
- [screams]
- [grunts] - [screams]
[body thuds]
[tires screech]
- I'm gonna have to jump.
Closer!
- OK.
Got it? - That's it.
♪ ♪
Ah!
[gasping]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
- So what did you find?
- Hector Vega's intel was good.
- So there's drugs inside the angels?
- Well, technically, the angels are the drugs,
in a manner of speaking. You could touch them.
They're harmless in this form.
So the process is called neutralizado,
chemical concealment.
Smugglers will use formulas to break these drugs down
into their precursor components,
and then they'll shape them into everyday items--
toilets, tools, toys.
- Seems good for shipment, but not for distribution.
- Right.
Well, chemists will reverse the process
at secondary extraction labs to reconstitute the drugs.
You see that?
Positive for aminoethyl chloride,
a nitazene precursor.
- So the rip on Turner's shipment was a success?
- Not exactly.
All we have are the precursor chemicals.
The angels on their own aren't illegal.
- That's true.
- So to bust Turner, we have to combine
this with the other ingredients
that he's shipping into the city.
- We have to track him down.
- So these three phones were recovered off
of Turner's guys at the truck stop.
- All three are burners, and all of them
only called one number,
so we're assuming that's Turner.
- So we are going to dial the number.
If he picks it up, this thing's on you.
- It's gonna be a short call, man.
- Well, then you better make a good first impression.
You set a meet, or the deal's off.
- Hey, thanks to me, you got the drugs, all right?
- Thanks to you, we almost got killed.
A precursor doesn't satisfy your side of the agreement.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. All right, man, whatever.
I'll get you what you need. Dial this bitch, all right?
[line trilling]
[tense music]
- Pest control.
- It's Hector Vega. - Who?
- Yeah, you know who I am.
Well, I found your shipment, man.
Guys took it off you down near exit 13,
and I thought you might want it back.
- Exit 13?
- Yeah, these clowns didn't know what they stepped in.
But, um, I took it off their hands,
said I could get it where it's supposed to be.
You missing some angels?
- I don't know about any angels.
- Package is worth 10 mil, 10 mil easy.
I'll tell you what.
You cut me in for 10%, it's all yours.
Little finder's fee.
- You do all of your business on the phone, Mr. Vega?
- The triangle off of Union Avenue, 4:00 p.m.
[line clicks]
- What do you think, Ramos?
- I don't know. - He'll be there.
He wants his stuff back.
♪ ♪
- OK, the meet is five minutes out.
Everyone's in position.
[suspenseful music]
- We got eyes on the entire area.
SWAT is in position and ready to move.
[phone rumbling]
- Unknown number.
- Must be Turner. Put it on speaker.
[phone beeps]
- I changed my mind.
- Wait, wait. Hold up, man.
What you talking about?
- He's about to switch up locations.
- Yes, he is.
- I'm sending you a new spot.
You have 20 minutes.
[phone rumbles]
- He's sending us out to Queens.
- He smells a trap.
He wants home field advantage.
- OK, pulling up eye-in-the-sky to get a layout of the area.
- It's an abandoned mall.
Last tenant moved out four years ago.
Scheduled to be demolished later this year.
- Are you sure you want to pivot
like this this late in the op?
- We bail on him now, Turner will get paranoid
and disappear. - Eva, I get it, all right?
You want a win here. You do not have to do this.
- No, I think I do.
- Isobel, what are we doing?
- We have an opportunity.
We maintain focus and take down our target.
- Copy that.
♪ ♪
- Body cam is live.
- Hey, when we get in there, I'm in charge.
You got it?
- No, you're not in charge.
You're just the mouth.
All right?
We're gonna handle the rest.
- You can be mad all you want,
but let's not forget that it's your offer
I took today, all right?
You better just back up off me or go ahead
and violate my deal right now.
- Eva, Vega is not our target.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Hands up. I need to search you.
- Remember, we need confirmation
that he is in possession of the second nitazene
precursor chemical before we move in.
What can Turner see?
- SWAT has to hang way back.
They'll be seen if they cross Main.
- Well, does the mall have any cameras that we can piggyback?
- Uh, connecting now.
Wait, hang on.
Yeah, it looks like Turner has his own system in place.
I should be able to--
yeah, I'm in.
- Hey, Ian, can you loop 'em?
- Yeah, I should be able to. Stand by.
- Might provide us cover if things go sideways
and we need to move in.
♪ ♪
- That him?
- [sighs] I don't know.
Your guess is as good as mine.
- Follow me.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Yo!
You Jalen Turner?
Hey, I'm talking to you, homeboy.
You the dude or just some guy he sent or what?
- I'm here to recover what was stolen.
We don't need to turn this into a social visit.
This will be the one and only time that we transact.
If I see you again after today, you will not enjoy it.
♪ ♪
Who the hell are you? - Hey, hey, hey.
Don't talk to her like that.
That's my girl, all right?
Where's my money?
- No product, no deal.
- All right.
Show him.
- This look familiar?
- We got bags of these things
stashed somewhere you'll never find.
You give us the cash, and we'll give you the location.
- You're forgetting a crucial step.
I need to test the product.
♪ ♪
Moment of truth.
We'll know if it's real in approximately 60 seconds.
If it's red, you're dead.
- Once we have confirmation that he has made the nitazene,
SWAT can move in. Not before then.
- While we wait, one detail--
Regina, could you come out here?
♪ ♪
Recognize any of these people?
You don't think I have people up and down the coast?
Take a good look.
Ring any bells?
- Yeah, her.
She was there, all right.
[suspenseful music]
- Eva's cover's been blown. Get them out of there now!
♪ ♪
- You stole from me, and then you sell back what was taken?
That's a short-timer mentality.
And short-timers don't live long.
- You want the deal or not?
[phone chimes]
- Well, look at that.
At least you brought back my supply.
Now where's the rest of it?
- Somewhere safe.
You give us the cash, and I'll give you the angels.
- I have a counteroffer.
Your girl takes one of my guys, gets the rest of my supply.
- This guy's funny. Yeah?
And what am I supposed to do, huh?
Just wait? - No, I wait.
You don't. [gunshot]
- All teams execute!
♪ ♪
- Federal agents! Stand down!
[gunfire]
- FBI! Stay where you are!
- [yelps]
[gunfire]
- Turner's making a run for it.
We're pinned in. - Same here.
Eva, you're the closest.
[gunfire]
Eva, do you copy? Stay on Turner.
- Don't move. - Go.
[gunfire]
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
- Jalen Turner, you're under arrest.
- Eva! You all right?
You good?
- [panting] Yeah.
Hey, where's Vega?
I left him at the meet.
- OA, do you have eyes on Vega?
- No.
His vest is here, but he split.
I'm sorry, Eva.
He got away.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
- Do you want the good news or the bad news?
- There's good news? - Sure.
Jalen Turner is off the street.
Shut down a major supplier of a dangerous new drug.
- But Hector Vega is in the wind.
- DEA checked every associated address--
ex-girlfriend, sister, mom.
If he's smart, which we both know he is...
- Yeah.
- He's out of this city and still moving.
His Pompeii fentanyl killed two toddlers.
We'll get him, Eva.
He's the guy, huh?
Flipped the switch.
Made you want to go from
U.S. Attorney's Office to the FBI?
♪ ♪
- When I heard his name yesterday,
I was right back there to that same girl
who thought that she was so clever.
[exhales sharply]
- Eva, you're not that girl.
You know why?
She didn't have me...
backing her up.
♪ ♪
Have a good night.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[wolf howls]