All language subtitles for The Endgame S01E04 - 1080p WEB-DL AMZN (LiLTV)

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- Previously
on "The Endgame"...

- Ms. Fedorova,
you were brought here

to discuss
105 federal criminal charges

against you.
[papers thud loudly]

- I'm just a businesswoman.
- You're a mercenary.

You run an army for hire.

- She's been operating
for years.

I'd consider,
she led you to her.

- You've messed
with the wrong woman.

[device beeping]

- The bank just got hit
by six gunmen.

[people screaming]

- The boss is on his way,
so if we are out of sight,

maybe
we could avoid some tension.

- You two, leave.
Work it from the office.

- I'm getting real tired
of being sent away.

- You dug your own grave.
- She thinks on a big scale.

[alarm blares,
people screaming]

- I took over seven banks

but not for money.

- Her husband, Sergey,
he died when?

- 18 months ago.

- We have to be alive
to get our revenge.

Secretary Bradbury.

- Attorney General Doblin.

You're under arrest.

- Valerie Turner.

You actually turned
your husband in to the FBI.

- You, Sergey--
there's more to this.

- Just walk away
and don't come back.

- I'm not gonna quit on you.

- Good luck.

[uneasy music]

- This is Tyler Erickson
of ENN.

And leading our news today--
day three,

and seven banks, including
the Federal Reserve,

remain under siege
in New York City.

And so far, the perpetrators
have made no demands.

Their goal remains a mystery.

Americans...

are getting impatient
for answers.

I know I am.
- Join the club.

[dramatic music]

- Val, nothing in this photo

is telling me when Owen
started working with Fedorova.

- The clothes?
- Her cape is Valentino--

first appearance 2015,
sold all over the world.

His suit is nice
and expensive but available.

- Like they anticipated
this level of analysis

and made themselves
untraceable.

- She's that cunning?

♪

- Yes.

So we don't know
where it was taken,

and it was sometime after 2015.

- I'm thinking 2016.

This photo you sent me

is the closest match
to Owen's hair, facial hair.

- I hated that soul patch.

- And this.

- That was after Argentina.

- Where he got shot.

- Is that where
all this started?

It was an undercover gun deal
gone bad.

What the hell happened
in Argentina?

♪

[light guitar music]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- There he is.

Peter.
Welcome.

- Elena Fedorova.
- Peter Shepherd. Ah, Pete.

- Good flight?
- Easy.

- Hope you like meat.

Otherwise,
you're in the wrong country.

[Elena chuckles]

- Oh, would you care to, um...

- Frisk you?
Pointless.

Sit.

- "Pointless"?
You're confident.

- Confident, maybe,
but not bulletproof.

Men behave differently
when they're carrying a gun.

- She can tell.

- More fearful,
pretending not to be.

Guns bring out
the coward in men.

- But you sell them.
- At a very high profit.

- At a very fair price.

Let's dine, then business.

Gracias.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Argentina...

October 2016.

- Always impressive.

My expectations are high.
You exceed them.

- You wanted a dirty agent,
you could have dropped

a bag of cash outside
of 935 Pennsylvania Avenue

and waited five minutes.

But Owen?

Owen was clean.

- Relative term.

If your eyes are opened

and it changes your position
to the law,

does that make you dirty
or just conscious?

- So his consciousness
was changed in Argentina,

before or after the bullet
to his gut?

- After.
- Yours?

- No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Look, I get it.

Where there's smoke,
there's fire.

But you're determined to put me
in a black hat.

Release that.

- No.

- Maybe this will help--
a new story.

[siren wailing,
indistinct chatter]

This one about two friends...

[suspenseful music]

Two friends who were torn
apart by circumstances...

Torn apart by violence.

- Up.

- Me?

♪

- Why?
Where are we--

[concerned chatter]

- What the hell
is going on now?

♪

[beeping]

- [no audio]

♪

- We don't have a name yet
on the hostage in the vault,

but we know it's airtight,

and our structural engineers
said four hours

is the time it would take
before she suffocates,

which we will not let happen.

- Any indication
this was coming?

- Zero.
- Press her on it.

- Before we play
into Fedorova's hands

for the umpteenth time, sir,
I do have an idea.

Arkon.
- Gas?

You can't.
You'll kill people.

- It's been improperly deployed
in the past,

but there have
been advancements

in the distribution system.

- Mumbai was
less than a year ago.

Seven hostages died.

- The revised dosage is
vastly below anything lethal.

We can use
the bank's ventilation system

to deliver the gas.

Within four minutes,
everyone inside is asleep.

- Possibly dead.
- In five, we are in control,

and this embarrassment
is a step towards being over.

And, Agent Turner,

I'll remind you,
you're talking to a superior.

- Sir, this is not
the end of it.

A demand will come.

Fedorova does nothing
in a vacuum.

- When? When exactly
will this demand come?

Are you seeing
this clock, Turner?

This woman is going to die.

- I understand, but--
- Quiet.

[siren blaring]
What's going on?

[indistinct chatter]

- Hello, New York.

My name is Elena Fedorova,

and I have taken seven banks
in New York City.

- Unbelievable.
She hacked the ENN feed.

- Some things
will happen today

that you will disagree with,

like locking a hostage
in the vault

of America World Savings
downtown,

where she is
slowly losing air.

- Did she somebody's gonna die?

- We are offering a way
to spare her life,

but I will negotiate
with one person

and one person only--

Tyler Erickson of ENN.

- The news anchor?
Why him?

- Send Mr. Erickson,

and I will release the hostage
and the bank

by the end of the day.

If Mr. Erickson declines

or is not allowed in
by the FBI, she will die.

[shocked chatter]

- Like I said,
you may hate me now,

but by the end of the day,

I promise, you will love me.

[chatter continues]

- Looks like we got our demand.
- Sir, we have an alternative.

- I don't think we do.

♪

[beeping]

- All the bank surveillance
is live,

and we're patched into it.

We'll have eyes on you
at all times.

- I'll be fine.
My cameraman?

- They refused,

said they have a camera
of their own,

which we expect can broadcast
from inside the bank.

- You expect?

So you really don't know
much, do you?

- Mr. Erickson,
have you ever heard the name

Elena Fedorova before today?

- No, but
she's obviously sharp,

she's good with technology,

and she's now making
a PR play.

- But is there any reason why
she'd choose you specifically?

- Um...

I'm the most trusted man
in America.

- Sir, I need you to keep
behind the barricade, please.

- Okay!
- Do you mind?

- They're ready. We're ready.

- Same.
- Let's go.

You better be right.

♪

- Stop. Hands up.

♪

[indistinct chatter
over radio]

- That's Tyler Erickson.
- What's he doing here?

♪

- Hello, sir, ma'am.

How are you holding up?
You doing okay?

- They put a woman in there.

- She looks really scared.

♪

- Her name's Arushi Banerjee.

She's a graphic designer
from Rhode Island.

She likes to bake.
Is she gonna be okay?

- Let's go.

Over here.

♪

[camera beeps]

♪

- My name is Tyler Erickson
of ENN.

You asked for me.
Here I am.

Now, since your request
has been met,

why don't you release
the hostage

that you're holding
in that vault?

- If you answer one question.

♪

- Oh, I have a sinking feeling
about this.

- I can relay any questions
to the authorities.

- Our question is for you.

♪

- Tell us about the swan.

- The what?

- Tell us about the swan.
- I don't know about any swan.

- Tell us, or the hostage
in the vault dies.

- The swan?
What the hell is that?

- I have no idea.

- You ever heard
of this before

from your pal at Fort Totten?

- Never.

- Who could have predicted
this would go pear-shaped?

- She's obviously
targeting him.

I have no idea why.

But following the pattern
of Bradbury and Doblin,

she will keep coming
at us sideways.

- Well, we don't have time.

All available agents
outside, now.

You too, Flowers.

That is, if you're still
a part of this operation.

[door opens, siren wails]

[person shouts indistinctly]

Comb every inch
of that building

for points of egress,
as discussed.

♪

- They're looking for
ventilation access for Arkon.

They're all been prepped.
- They have.

- You'd gas this bank
without authorization?

- When there are 15 minutes
on that clock,

and the woman in the vault
is turning blue,

Réal is gonna give me the nod
to do whatever I see fit.

You better believe
that I'm gonna be ready.

Take the north side.

That's an order.

- North side, Val.
Let's do it.

- I'm sorry you're caught
in the middle of this.

- I'm trying to be
a good friend,

a good colleague.

I trust you,
and I believe in you.

But here's how this is
working out--he's over here,

and you're over here,
and there's me in the middle,

getting ground up
like hamburger meat.

- It's not my intention.
Anthony, I--

- It's the facts, Val.
What?

- Where's that fire?

- Let me check
my inside source.

FDNY has a Twitter feed.

Three alarm at Lebed Storage.

- Where there's smoke,
there's fire.

- "Where there's smoke,
there's fire"--

Elena said that to me earlier.

You know what Lebed means
in Russian?

Swan.

See, Anthony?
She's coming at us sideways.

♪

- But the question remains--
who is Elena Fedorova?

How was she able
to remotely take over

the broadcasting of ENN News?

And what's to be made
of her bizarre demand?

[indistinct chatter]

- It looks like all is going
according to plan.

Elena's face is
all over Times Square.

What's up?

- Might have seen a guy
I used to know.

- Who?

- Name's Horek.
Street punk from Odessa.

- You're supposed
to be dead, Sergey.

- Doubt he'd recognize me,
but...

♪

It's nothing.

Just like you said,

everything's
going according to plan, huh?

Hmm?

♪

[sirens wailing]

♪

- Started in the shed.

Electrical panel's burnt out,

so it was likely a short
that sparked some accelerant.

Lot of old paint
in there, rags.

- Anything off about it?
- Nothin'.

The old boxes pop sometimes.

- Thanks.
Appreciate you.

- We got a lady in a bank vault
losing air, Val.

- I'm thinking, Anthony.
It's significant.

I know it is.

- Or is it the runaround,
eating up resources?

We've already got
the boss pissed at us.

It seems like something
Fedorova would do.

- "Tell us about the swan,"
and there just happens

to be a fire
at a facility named swan?

- Named Lebed.

- If there's anything
we've learned from Fedorova,

there are no coincidences.

- [sniffing] It's coming--
it's coming from over here.

- What is?

- You don't smell that?
[sniffs]

- Oh, yeah, whoa.

What in the hell?

- Power's been out a week?
- That's right.

- Freezer unit--whatever's
in there must have thawed out.

- Only thing that smells
that bad is a dead body.

[suspenseful music]

You still think
it's a coincidence, Anthony?

- I'm getting on board, Val.

- This will lead
to Tyler Erickson.

Bank on it.

.

[relaxed music]

- [chuckles] Pete, we deliver
on every promise.

No lies, no exaggeration.

Cost is 35 million.

- Uh, what was that earlier
about a fair price?

- You pay for the quality.

- Chinese product
runs half that.

- And 10% of their barrels
have a pitting flaw.

Go elsewhere... if your clients
will accept a gun

that occasionally explodes
in their hands.

- They do not.

- Then 35...

is a fair price.

[uneasy music]

♪

- Are you always looking
over your shoulder?

- I wish I didn't have to.

- Someday maybe not.

- Someone walking
like a coward?

- Two men, actually.

That one there
with a badly set broken nose

and a star tattoo
behind his ear.

- And that, uh, means
something to you?

- No, except
it's exactly the same

as that man
who walked in earlier.

[tense music building]

- And they pretend not to know
each other.

- Hmm.

- Maybe they don't.

♪

- That would be
some coincidence.

- Hmm.

- And I don't believe in them.

♪

[diners screaming]

♪

[person screaming]

[indistinct chatter in Spanish]

♪

- [breathing heavily]

Don't leave me here.

Don't let me die.

♪

- This is obviously
a very trying situation

and a tremendously
confusing one.

I have no concept
of what our captors

are asking me to confess to,
and they refuse to clarify.

- Just answer
the question, man!

- I would, but I don't know
anything about a swan.

- I hear you, Turner, and it's
absolutely worth discussing,

but Swan Storage, the fire,
the cold-case DOA is something

for the NYPD Homicide Unit
that we can revisit later.

- The DOA, Ming Lee,

was reported
as a suicide two years ago.

She's supposed to have jumped
off the Manhattan Bridge,

and the body
was never recovered.

She was a cub reporter for
an investigative news website.

- Okay, which gets us closer
to Tyler Erickson's orbit.

- If we could negotiate
for more time on the clock,

more information
could lead to his confession.

- Or another dead girl.

Can you tie Erickson
and your DOA together?

- Not yet.

- Did Tyler Erickson rent
that storage unit?

- We don't know.

The owner said whoever
rented it two years ago

paid for it ten years
in advance.

He didn't ask questions.

- I hear you, Turner,
but for now,

we let the NYPD work
the two-year-old murder case,

and we get back
to preventing a new one.

- Boss.
- Doak.

- The duct to the ventilation
system was sealed off

when you instituted
the 91 Prevent Defense.

- Well, unseal it.

Proceed
connecting the delivery pipe.

And make it quick.

[indistinct chatter]

♪

- Anthony, what do you got?

- I found
Ming Lee's next of kin.

Her mom lives on 31st,
off Broadway.

Maybe she can connect
her daughter's appearance

to Tyler Erickson.

- What are they doing?
- Collecting the bank cash,

moving the furniture,
but we can't see where

because the surveillance POV
ends just short.

- Does that seem intentional
to you?

Well, look who's back.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

it has been
two hours and 40 minutes.

By now, the oxygen levels
in the vault

of America World Savings
are getting low.

But you must realize,

it is Tyler Erickson
that's letting her suffer.

Remember, I am not your enemy.

Come to the bank
and find out what I mean.

[indistinct chatter]

- I promise
you won't regret it.

- What does that mean--
"Come to the bank"?

- She's gathering a crowd.

- For what?

- I don't know,
but there are no coincidences.

.

[dramatic music]

♪

- [groans]

♪

Where the hell am I?

- Lie back, lie back.

- You're safe
and lucky.

The bullet missed your aorta
by half an inch.

- [breathing heavily]

♪

- Looking for your FBI badge,

Agent Owen Turner?

♪

- You knew.
- Of course.

It's not easy to find us,
but you did.

We were impressed enough
that we agreed to a meeting

with "Peter Shepherd."

[both laugh]

- What spy movie
did that come from?

- What do you want from me?

- Friendship.

You see what we deal with--
these attacks.

- You're in a tough business.

Buy an ice cream parlor.
- We'll consider it.

- Our business is tough,

but our competitors
have an unfair advantage.

You heard the name "Belok"?

- Small-time crime family based
in Ukraine.

Not much footprint.
- No, no.

The Belok footprint

extends all the way
into your own country.

- And this is why we're here

trying to meet
new American friends.

- [groans]

♪

Not interested.

And if you don't let me go,

you're gonna face
a world of hurt.

- Your FBI handlers back
at the hotel

need a check-in,
but not quite yet.

- It's not them
I'd worry about.

You hold me,
and my wife comes looking.

You don't want that.

- [chuckles]

Sounds like a special woman.

♪

- You have no...

idea.

♪

- Murder?
I don't understand.

- Your daughter was discovered
today in a storage facility.

We're very sorry.
We know this is hard to hear.

- My daughter--
police said suicide.

[voice breaking]
She jumped off the bridge.

The river carried her body
out to sea.

- That's not the case.
- Mrs. Lee, did your daughter

ever mention anyone
she was having trouble with?

- No.
- We know she was a journalist.

Was she working
on anything sensitive?

Uh, meeting important people?

- She wanted to.

She was very ambitious,
but, no.

- Did she ever the name
Tyler Erickson?

- No, Ming wouldn't know
anyone like that.

- Did she leave behind any
files, her laptop, her phone?

- No. Police said maybe
she jumped with her bag.

She texted me goodbye,
and then, um...

I don't understand.

Please tell me
what's happening.

[somber music]

[indistinct chatter]

- Sergey...
[speaking Russian]

- [American accent]
You talking to me?

- Yeah, Sergey, it's Horek.

- Name's Collins.

- [laughs]

[tense music]

♪

Sorry, sorry.

You look just like guy
I knew in Ukraine.

♪

But--but, of course, you can't
be him because...

because that guy--he's dead.

♪

- My condolences.

♪

- [chuckles awkwardly]

Sorry to bug you.

♪

- He recognized you.

- He won't be a problem.
- No?

We're on a time line.
We can't let it get mucked up.

- You worry too much,
old friend.

I'll take care of it.

Haven't I always?

♪

[beeping]

♪

- Look, you have got to give me
more than that.

You can't just put
a person's life in my hands

and give me no way to save her.

- They gave you a way.
- That's right.

- If she dies,
it's on your head!

- Exactly.
- W-what is this?

What's--what's going on?
- Do not move.

Do not fight.

♪

- What is this now?
Why are we being blindfolded?

[alarm blaring]

- Oh, look what
the cat dragged in.

I was hoping we'd have
some alone time, Director.

- I've been around
a while, lady.

You've pulled
some bold moves today,

but blindfolds in the middle
of a bank takeover

sends a very specific message.

- Something's coming
you don't want to see?

Something
that could cause panic.

- Like your fellow hostages
being executed.

♪

I just want to lay down
one of my ground rules.

Loss of life will be met
with the same.

If anyone, hostages, SWAT,
anyone dies by your hand,

I'll take your people down,
guns blazing.

- Message received.

- What the hell is your story?

Are you enjoying this--

terrorism,
torturing an innocent woman?

- An unfortunate cog
in this wheel.

- She's a citizen.

No criminal record,
not even a parking ticket.

She doesn't deserve this.

- Yes, well, Tyler Erickson
deserves everything he gets

and more.

- And he's connected
to Ming Lee...

the dead woman found
in the freezer, how?

- As I said before, this is
a story about two friends,

the kind you would trust
with anything.

Hard to come by, very rare.

But when you do, they're worth
their weight in gold.

- I don't have time
for stories.

- You should make time.

[cell phone ringing]

Ah, Director, just so you know,

I have the same ground rule.

If my people die
in your gas attack,

retribution will be...

ooh-la-la.
[ringing continues]

♪

[door beeps]
- Director.

- I know what you want, Doak.
[alarm blaring]

- 15 minutes on the clock.

The oxygen level in the vault
is likely at 25%.

Paramedics say, without air,

very soon she'll go
into cardiac arrest,

live on television.

- And?
- The Arkon gas is here

with an airborne
particles expert

who will dial in the dosage.

This will all be done
in five minutes...

Zero loss of life.

- You can't guarantee that.

- No.

♪

- Do it.

.

[sirens wailing]

- Clear the area!
[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

- On my signal,
you take the doors.

- Yes, sir.

- Any resistance
from the takeover crew,

you take them.

Safeties off.

Get a gas mask
or get two blocks away.

Fully authorized.

- Got a gas mask, Anthony?
- I'll go get them.

- We've got
exactly seven minutes

until that clock runs out.

You willing to gamble
a woman's life on your hunch?

- No.

We're nowhere closer to linking
Ming Lee's death to Erickson.

- Wow.
Admitting defeat.

Is this really Val Turner
or a new Fedorova trick?

Body snatching.

- You saw them collecting cash
and moving furniture.

- And blindfolding
the hostages, saw it all.

Maybe an attempt
at a counteroffensive.

All moot when the gas goes in.

- A counteroffensive
or maybe an escape plan.

The surveillance inside
was aimed to hide

where they were putting
that furniture.

- We'll be sure to question
them when they wake up.

After you take care
of the gunmen,

you give me the all-clear

so the paramedics can get
to the hostage in the vault.

[indistinct shouting]

What the hell just happened?

- Sounded
like a transformer blew.

- We lost visuals
in the bank.

- Electricity's out down
the block.

Should we hold the Arkon?

- They're doing this!
There's no time!

- Take the doors! Go!
Go, go, go, go, go!

♪

- Where'd they go?

- There's no Snow White here.
They're all gone.

- The vault! The vault!
[beeping]

♪

- All clear, vault is open.

♪

- Pulse barely palpable.
She's alive!

♪

- They went out
through the vent.

- Look, they can't escape.
We sealed off the duct.

- Except you unsealed them
to get the gas in.

♪

- God damn it.

Where's that duct let out?
- Every block has an outlet.

- There must be a utility door.
- Let's go.

I want those sons of bitches.
[explosion]

- What the hell was that?
- Some kind of bomb.

- It's cash,
money coming down,

right into the crowd
behind the barricades.

- It's a diversion.
- Look, money!

Money!
- Grab it!

[excited chatter]

- Right there!
An access door.

- Hey, hey, move!
FBI. Move, FBI!

- FBI coming through!

♪

- [echoing] Ah!

- [breathing shakily]
- [breathing deeply]

- Ming Lee.
Who is this now?

- A woman, reporter--
we found her today.

- Yeah, I heard all that,
but how is it related to me?

Because they found her
in a place named swan?

- You have to understand, okay?

These bank heists,
and the people targeted

by Fedorova--
there's always a connection.

- None that I can see.

Now, look, I don't know
this woman, and if I--

I'm sorry,
are you insinuating something?

[scoffs] Have I not been
through enough today?

Was it not enough that
the FBI sent me into an ambush?

- You went in willingly.

- Not for a ritual humiliation
in front of a global audience.

You know, the American people

are gonna be asking
a lot of questions,

like what exactly is the FBI
hiding from them?

And you can bet your ass
I'm gonna find out.

Excuse me.
They want me on camera.

♪

- I got good news and bad news.

What do you want first?
- Good. I need good.

- The ME found DNA
under Ming Lee's fingernails.

- Get out of town.

That means we can subpoena him
for a comparison sample.

- [sighs]
- What's the bad news?

- It's badly degraded.

It's not gonna provide
a match to anything.

- [sighs] Okay.

♪

- What do we know about her?
- Arushi Banerjee.

No connection to Fedorova
we could find.

Address in Inwood.

- Inwood.
And she came to the bank here?

And was randomly chosen?

- Don't say it.

There are no coincidences.

- Arushi, I'm Agent Turner.

May I ask you a question?

You live in Inwood, right?

What brought you here?

- The bank manager called me
three days ago,

and he said there was a problem
with my loan application,

but I never applied for a loan.

He said it sounded
like stolen identity

and I had to come down
to sort it out immediately.

- Arushi...

do you happen to know
someone named Ming Lee?

♪

- Ming?

Yeah, she was my friend.

We lived in the same building,
at least until she died--

suicide.

Why are you asking about her?

- We found her body today.

And Ming didn't commit suicide.

- I knew it.

- How?

- She was so excited about
something she was working on--

an article.

I tried to tell the police, but
they said the case was closed.

- When was the last time
you heard from her?

- She texted me
right before she disappeared.

Numbers, made no sense--
1164.

- You remember them?

- I thought about it so often,
I memorized it.

I have no idea what it means.

- Thank you.

♪

- 1164. Pop it.

- Mm-hmm.

[device whirring]

♪

Well done, Ming Lee.

.

- According to these documents
on Ming Lee's laptop,

she was investigating
Tyler Erickson

for his association

with a Ukrainian
organized-crime family,

the Beloks.

Seems to go back
to when Tyler worked

as a press aide

in the Cutler
presidential administration.

- That would have been
ten years ago.

- Ming had documents
showing Tyler received

at least 10 million from
the Beloks during that time.

- They were paying him
for favors in the white house.

- Looks like it.

- And how'd the woman
end up dead?

- Ming must have approached
Tyler with her findings,

and he killed her.

- Proof of this?
Evidence?

- None.

- See, inconclusive DNA
will not garner a conviction

or a slap on the wrist
or a confession

or anything else that lunatic
at Fort Totten has promised.

- Wait.

We don't need it.
- You actually do, Val.

[dramatic music]

- Yes, trying, scary,

but this isn't
my first high-tension rodeo.

Still, it is baffling
that the FBI

would be so ham-fisted
about the operation.

Thank you, Don.

- We're clear.

- We're next, Tyler.

- Ming Lee left a laptop...

with an article about you
and the Belok family.

And the ME found DNA
under her fingernails.

- Well, that would require
a comparison sample

to prove any relation to me...

which I have no reason
to give you.

It's not my DNA.

- Actually, I don't need
a sample, Mr. Erickson.

♪

I already have one.

The American people
are going to be asking

a lot of questions,
like what exactly

is Tyler Erickson keeping
from them?

And you can bet your ass
I'm gonna find out.

♪

- I have no idea
how she ended up dead.

I don't.
I have no clue.

- The DNA under her fingernails
suggests a struggle.

- No, uh,
she swung at me first.

- How did she end up
in the freezer

in the storage facility?

- I had nothing to do
with that.

- Who did?
- [sighs]

I made a call.

I said that there was a girl
who was asking questions.

They came and got her.
It has to be their facility.

I had nothing to do with it.

- After you killed her,
you called who?

Were they named Belok?

♪

And they put her body
in the freezer.

- I have nothing else to say.
- Then you're under arrest.

Let's go.

♪

[indistinct chatter,
camera shutter clicking]

♪

- ENN's own Tyler Erickson

arrested on charges
of homicide.

Details are starting
to roll in.

[alarm blares]

- [chuckles]

So, you see, you may have
questioned my methods,

but a killer is locked up.

I always keep my promises.

Do you love me now, New York?

[crowd murmuring]

What a day.
[laughs]

Am I trending?

- I did a quick search
on Tyler Erickson

and found that when he worked
at the White House

as a press aide...

Reed Doblin and Joan Bradbury
were there, too.

Is that the connection?

- The connection
is corruption,

greed, murder.

This Erickson pig
killed a girl.

You put him away.

Still want me in the black hat?

- Who are the Beloks?

♪

- [chuckles]
Complicated question.

I'm not sure you're ready
for the answer.

But I'll give you this.

Owen received a gift
from them in Argentina.

♪

- The bullet.

- It wasn't intended for him,
but he received it nonetheless.

Still carries it, no?

♪

- He does.

- So, you see,
we're on the same side.

Getting to know each other
so well.

- [sighs] Stop saying that.
You don't know me.

- I know your favorite meal
is pasta puttanesca...

but only the way Owen makes it.

You like your coffee
scalding hot and black.

Your dream vacation
is to swim with sharks

off Australia's Gold Coast.

And your darkest wish...

is to kill the man
who killed your mother.

♪

- My husband tell you all that?

♪

- I just want us to be friends.

♪

We're getting there.

♪

- No.

♪

And I'm starting
to see your patterns.

You're going to slip.

♪

- Not yet, though.

♪

- [chuckles]

♪

[door opens, alarm blaring]

♪

[distant siren wailing]

- Uh-huh.
- You good?

- I'm fine, baby.

[groans softly]
- There we go. There we go.

[soft music]

♪

You ever think...

we're in the wrong line
of work?

- [chuckles] What would be
the right line of work?

- One that doesn't
get you shot.

♪

I can't bear to lose you.

♪

- Val.

Val.

You are never going to lose me.

♪