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Reva, I'm home!

Where are you?

Reva?

Hi.

How can you concentrate with
that thing playing so loud?

It keeps me focused.

Your grades don't show it.

Don't start, okay?

You want help? I'm good with numbers.

I've got it. Do you want to eat?

Dinner's ready.

Maybe in a bit.

I have a work meeting.

Sorry. What can I do? It's work, hmm?

- Mwah.
- Whatever.

I detest waiting. Tell me something good,

something worth waiting for.

We have a deal.
I have what you're looking for.

When will I get it?

If Garvey ever finds out...

He won't. Leave now.
You can be here in 30 minutes.

Wait, no...

But... Jerry? Jerry?

What happened?

Nothing good.

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Forensics says the report's
gonna be ready later today.

I promised that we would protect him...

that I would protect him.

Aram, we're gonna find out

whoever took this witness, all right?

Tony Mejia was gonna testify

that he saw Ian Garvey murder a cop.

And thanks to me...

he probably never will.

Whoa, wait.

Is that what I think it is?

Oh, uh... it was my grandmother's.

Amethyst is Samar's birthstone.

Now, here I thought you were
all doom and gloom.

When are you gonna pop the question?

What?

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no!
This is not an engagement ring.

It's just a ring.

But you guys have been dating
for over a year.

You... You give her just a ring,

she's gonna think it's a proposal.

That's insane. How can she think
it's a proposal if I...

if I do not propose?

I can guess what a woman's gonna do,

but why she does it, I got no clue.

Apparently, I don't, either.

Well, why don't you ask one?

Hey. What's up?

Yeah. I, uh...

I want to ask you about, uh,

the feeds from when I lost Tony Mejia.

You did not lose him. Garvey took him

in a highly sophisticated attack.

I have been telling him
that for days.

Good luck trying to make him
believe it wasn't his fault.

He has been looking
at mug shots day and night

trying to identify the man he saw.

Trying and failing, with the
I.D. and the surveillance feeds.

Three different feeds
from three different businesses

all blacked out 10 minutes
before the attack.

Which means that you were
vectored to that point.

Garvey knew exactly where
we were gonna be and when.

The feeds are worthless.

We're back to square one.

Good morning.

I hope you have indigestion.

No. But if it makes you feel
better, I'm in a bad mood.

- Excellent!
- He's making fenugreek porridge.

My ancestors learned that it can cure

a troubled stomach
and soothe aches and pains.

Medicinal South Sudanese cuisine.

Cooking it up in their embassy's kitchen.

Aren't you living large?

Thanks to Dembe.

His cousin was recently named
foreign minister.

Of a country without

an extradition treaty. How convenient.

I'm not here hiding from
American law enforcement.

I could dodge those raindrops
and never get wet.

I'm here because of Garvey...
and you should be, too...

for your protection,
and to cure what ails you.

Garvey is what ails me.

He took our witness out from under Aram.

I'm trying to re-trace
how it happened, but...

if there's anything you can do...

Did you bring the file?

Will you help or not?

I'm trying to.

Are you saying this is
connected to Garvey?

Jerry Jawal wasn't just a port manager.

He was an important associate
for the Nash Syndicate...

the man responsible for bringing
product into the country

safely and with the proper documentation.

He was killed yesterday while
talking on the phone to me.

If he worked for Nash,
why was he talking to you?

He worked with the
Nash Syndicate, not for them.

I've known Jerry for some time.

We were in the process of making a deal.

He'd agreed to bring me a ledger...

a list of every Nash Syndicate shipment

and its point of origin
for the last 14 months.

And you think Garvey found out
and killed him first?

'Cause our agents have an
entirely different explanation.

There's no mention of a ledger
recovered at the scene.

They think it was a hate crime.

The safe was cleaned out.
Maybe the ledger was in it.

To make a hate crime look like a robbery?

Now I have indigestion.

Tell me your theory.

Who's your hater?

And what does he hate?

Coogan Hudnutt, publisher of
National Pride Weekly

and the founder of the alt-right group

known as the United Brigade.

A neo-Nazi with a fancy vocabulary,

hiding good old-fashioned fascism

behind a lot of
America-first doublespeak.

The Bureau thinks that he's
the one who killed Jerry Jawal.

When Jawal took over
the port in Baltimore,

he changed the management team,

hired his own countrymen from India.

If they're supplying opium
to the Nash Syndicate,

it would make sense he would
want his own crew in charge.

Coogan Hudnutt and his
merry band of xenophobes

weren't on board with that idea.
They started making threats.

Then, a stevedore got jumped and stabbed,

and now Jawal's been
gunned down in his own home.

I assume the agents in charge
paid Hudnutt a visit.

They tried, but he was already
in the wind.

I thought you went to talk to
Reddington about the witness.

I did. Reddington believes that
recovering Jawal's ledger

- is more important.
- Why?

Because it contains the identity of

the Nash Syndicate's supplier
...the original supplier,

the one with the thousands
of hectares of opium poppies

that feeds their business.

And he says finding
the supplier is the key

to bringing down Garvey. How?

Can he connect them, prove Garvey
is protecting the syndicate?

All Reddington said was that we should

use every conventional method
at our disposal

- to find Jawal's killer.
- And Mr. Reddington?

I think the methods he has in mind

are a little less conventional.

Good afternoon.

You're good.

This stays outside.

- "This"?
- Raymond, I'm fine.

I'll wait outside.

What do you want?

I'm looking for Coogan Hudnutt.

You must know where he is.

You're the guys who provide
security at his...

tiki-torch rallies.

$10,000 goes to the first man to speak up

and tell me where to find him.

- I'll tell you.
- Shut the hell up, Donnie-Wayne!

That's a lot of money. Come on.

Coogan talks a good game,
but he's not feeding my...

I said, "Shut up"!

Oh, dear.

Aah!

Looks like we have a winner.

Where's Coogan?

Ohh!

Rumors are you're the man
who killed Jerry Jawal.

You must have an item I'm looking for.

I didn't kill anyone.

And here I was afraid you might
make this easy on yourself.

I can't believe we did this.

It's understandable you feel that way.

Just remember... he was a terrible man,

and what he did to you was unforgivable.

It's gonna be fine.

They have no idea.

You're late.

I know. I'm sorry.

Wait, you... you're not...

Are you... her?

You reached out through the
network, asked for my help.

I just didn't realize that you'd be...

A kid?

I'm 17.

Is it true?

Can you help me?

I can.

But you need to be very clear

about what that means.

If I get involved...

he dies.

No second guessing, no second chance.

You're asking me to kill him for you.

Is that what you want?

Look...

I know exactly what you're going through.

Believe me.

Take this.

My number's in there.

If you decide you want my help, call.

- I can pay you.
- Mnh-mnh. Nah.

I don't want your money.

What I get is a name...

someone you know who also
needs my services.

You pay it forward.

I need to get some pastrami.

What the hell are you
gonna do with pastrami?

Eat it. What do you think?

- Oh, well, I mean, is he...
- Not your man.

On the bright side,
he is three inches taller.

Who knew skin was so elastic?

I've missed you, Teddy.

It's good to have you back on the job.

May we join you for lunch?

Does an opossum have 13 nipples?

I have no idea.

I would think it was an even number.

I'll give Dembe the address for lunch.

Walk with me.

Elizabeth, I have news.

According to Reddington,

Hudnutt ordered the attack
on the stevedore,

but he had nothing to do
with Jawal's murder.

So, we're back to
Reddington's theory...

Garvey got to Jawal before
he could give him the ledger.

Maybe. But before we settle
on any conclusions,

I want to investigate every option...

rival drug organizations,
domestic disputes.

Jawal was married.

Start with the wife. See what she knows.

Okay. Uh, thank you.

Okay, so, uh, I'm sure it's nothing,

but the forensic lab just called.

They have new information on the ambush.

I'm coming with you.

We're pulling it apart
just to be extra careful.

But it didn't take too long

to find out why your vehicle
lost power in the attack.

- What is it?
- Oh, I have no idea what it is,

but I do know what it does.

It wirelessly accesses
the power train control module

and ECU software to allow for
remote command of the vehicle.

Okay, we need to take this.

I need to open this up and see
exactly what we're dealing with.

I know that look.
I had the same expression

the first time my dad let me
tune up his '76 Trans Am.

Let me get the paperwork.

How great is this?

If we could connect this to Garvey...

Liz...

Uh, so, um...
okay, so, there's this ring,

and, uh, I wanted to give it to Samar.

But Ressler seems to think that, if I do,

she'll think that I'm proposing.

He thinks that, because
we've dated more than a year,

that any woman would think that,
but I disagree.

And, uh, you're, you know, any woman.

What do you think?

She'll think you've proposed
if she wants to marry you.

If she doesn't, the thought
won't cross her mind.

Or if she doesn't?
You mean, like, now or...

like, ever?

Now, ever.

She knows if she wants
to marry you, Aram.

Yeah. But if she doesn't, which is it?

I have no idea.

But if you give her the ring,
you'll find out.

Do you have any idea
what time it is?

I'm sorry.

You want to tell me where you've been?

Practice ran late, so...

I must have lost track of time.

And you didn't think to call me,
let me know that you're okay?

Tara, if you want more independence,

you're gonna have to show me

that you're ready for it... understand?

Go. Get ready for bed.

I'll be up in a minute.

You know I don't like
being stern with you.

All I want is for us to
get along and be happy.

That's what I want, too.

I know, sweetheart.

FBI. Open the door, please.
Agents Ressler and Navabi.

Reva, baby, who is it?

- It's the FBI.
- Sorry to interrupt.

I know this is a tough time
for you and your family,

but we're here to investigate
what happened to your father.

My father? Nothing happened to my father.

He's here inside.

I'm sorry. Is your mother at home?

We need to speak with Mrs. Jawal.

I'm Mrs. Jawal.

Uh...

Jerry wasn't my father.
He was my husband.

I'm sorry.

- How old are you, exactly?
- 16.

In our culture, it's not uncommon
for women to marry young.

Her mother and I arranged
the marriage in Maryland.

It was all perfectly legal.

Please tell us you know who did
this to Jyothish and our family.

Ma'am, we're doing everything we
can to try to figure that out,

which is also why we're here...

to ask your daughter a few questions.

Reva's a minor.
You can't question her

without our presence...
and our permission.

It's our understanding that you
were here in the house

when Jerry was murdered.

Is that right?

I was downstairs, doing my homework.

You didn't see or hear
the killer beforehand?

Jerry came home and said
he had a work meeting.

He couldn't stay for dinner,

and then, he just went upstairs,
and I heard the shots.

So the killer was already
in the house, uh,

when Jerry arrived?

I don't know. I guess so.

How long had you been home?

Maybe an hour.

Uh, more, maybe.

I mean, I never went upstairs, so...

After the shooting, what did you do?

I screamed.

And then, I called 911.

From which phone?

My cellphone.

You can check it. I'm not lying to you.

You didn't hide?

You heard shots upstairs,

you didn't think you could be in danger?

What are you saying?

And the shooter... if you
stayed here and called 911,

you must have seen the shooter leave.

No. Um...

Whoever did this could have
fled from a window...

I-I really...
I don't feel very well, and...

Yeah, the police didn't
say there was any forced entry,

no broken glass...

Child brides?

That's what this was all about?

We got a warrant for the Jawal house

and took a look at her personal computer.

Her files had been wiped,
but using a flashing module,

I was able to track
some of her online activity,

and I found this.

It's an underground chat room of sorts.

I can see 83 members, all girls
under 18, all legally married.

- Girls from where?
- Everywhere.

Child marriage is happening
all over the world.

And according to this,
over 700 million women worldwide

were married as minors to adult men.

And before you say, "It couldn't
happen here," it does.

Half our states have no age limit.

More than 200,000
American children were married

in the last 15 years.

Apparently, all that's needed
is parental consent

- or judicial approval.
- Look at this thread.

It includes Orthodox Jews,
Mormons, Muslims, Christians.

It's like a child-bride support group.

They're talking about being
forced to have sex,

forced to be wives
in middle and high school.

That is not all they talk about.

They also talk about her...

...a guardian angel,

sort of like a mythic white knight

that appears to set them free.

Set them free... murder their husbands.

They can't do it through divorce.

As minors, they need adult consent,

but the adults in their lives
want them to be married.

Nine of the girls in Reva's group

have husbands who have been
killed or died in accidents.

Keen, talk to Reddington.

See if he knows anything about this.

Ressler, Navabi, talk to the girls.

Press them for details
on this... guardian angel.

We could, or we could forget
we ever heard about her.

Is it so wrong, what she's doing?

These are adult men marrying children.

It's murder.

That's all our job description
allows us to consider.

Go do your jobs.

Samar...

you okay?

What's this?

That is how Garvey stole the witness.

Based on the digital signature,

I'm pretty sure it was made
by the same person who created

the next-gen surveillance gear
used by the Invisible Hand.

That makes sense.
We know he worked for Garvey.

No, that part makes sense.

What doesn't is how he got it

into the engine bay of a car
in our motor pool.

The vehicle never left the building.

So, either Garvey got in...

Or he knows someone who can.

- You didn't answer my question.
- Am I okay?

No. I spoke with the hospital.

The reason Reva Jawal fainted...

she's pregnant.

It appears we were both wrong.

Our killer is neither Garvey
nor a white supremacist.

Whoever it is, I'm sure
the girls who hired him

won't tell us. They refer to him...

or her, as their guardian angel.

You were half right
about Jerry Jawal's death.

The ledger, the contents of the safe...

the whole robbery scheme

was clearly staged to cover the crime.

So, in order to find the ledger,

we're gonna need to find
the killer who staged it.

The young lady who fainted,
was she taken to a hospital?

Those agents clearly thought you
were hiding something, Reva...

and I have to say, so did I.

It's ridiculous.

Reva, tell him.

Yes, please.

And if you won't tell him, do tell me.

Excuse me. This is a private room.

Who are you?

A friend... or a foe.

I'm fine with either one.

Let's just say, an interested party.

My name is Raymond.

The woman who killed your husband...

am I right in assuming
it was a woman, Reva?

I understand why you've been
protecting her.

She saved you.

Freed you from the unimaginable
nightmare of a forced marriage

with a man three times your age.

I need her name, Reva.

No.

Your husband was a drug dealer.

He worked with a particularly
vicious organization,

helping to smuggle
their drugs at the port.

And now...

you killed their man...

a critical asset.

What do you think they'll do
when they realize it was you...

this gang of killers

notorious for showing no mercy
to their enemies?

I'm so sorry.

I don't want to hurt her, Reva.

But she has something I need.

It means nothing to her
and everything to me.

Who is she?

I don't know.

She never said, and we couldn't ask.

All I know is that you pay her back

by finding another girl
who also needs her help.

You referred her to another client.

Hey.

I'm starving.

When's breakfast?

I'm going to be late for school.

You know I love a hot breakfast.

I could write you a note.

You've decided?

I can't do this anymore.

Kill him.

Stick to your regular routine.

I'll be in touch when it's done.

Hey.

All right, so,
this is the composite sketch

of the man I saw take our witness.

Were you able to identify him?

No. But, um, I was talking
to Samar, and...

Did you give her the ring?

And risk finding out that
she doesn't want to be with me?

Um, no.

I'm sure she wants to be with you.

You're a catch.

Uh, yeah, that really
hasn't been my experience.

I'm, uh, sort of more a...

more of a catch and release.

Okay. All right. Point being,
"A," she would crush me,

and, "B," I realized that

someone put the remote access device

on the transport vehicle
while it was in the motor pool.

I assume you checked the log
books, surveillance feeds.

I did, and I found nothing...

inside the building.

Maybe they looped the feed or
found a way to avoid the camera.

I don't know,
and I don't care, because...

outside the building, I found this guy...

here it is...
walking towards the post office.

And he and this guy...

are the same person.

I got nothing off the sketch,

but at least we now have his photo.

Crazy, right?

Eyes like a wolf.

I'm running it through NCIC

to find his connection to Garvey.

Good morning.

You... You won't find one.

Why not?

B-Because...

he has no connection to Garvey.

How do you know that?

Because he works for Reddington.

Reddington called. He has the name

of our Blacklister's next client...

Tara Rayburn, 16 years old.

Woodbridge address, but at this hour,

she's probably in school... Mandell High.

After-school activities
apparently include cheerleading

and conspiring to commit
first-degree murder.

Her husband's name is Dale Rayburn,

owns a used car dealership here in D.C.

If Tara's already
connected to the killer,

he could be in serious danger.

What a shame that would be.

Navabi, get to the girl.
Ressler, secure the husband.

Tell me it wasn't you.

Tell me that, after we
finally found a witness

to corroborate my I.D. on Garvey,

you didn't take him.

Elizabeth, hold on.

No. I will not let you
avoid a direct question

to try and confuse me
or leave me in the dark.

Well, now I'm confused.

Answer me! Give me a direct
answer to my simple question.

- Elizabeth...
- Not now, Dembe.

Answer me... did you or did you not

steal Tony Mejia out of FBI custody.

You know that I did.

Because Garvey has your duffel bag?

He owns you.

You betrayed me...
the entire Task Force...

so that he wouldn't expose the truth.

I betrayed no one, least of all you.

I told you I was going to
get that duffel bag.

If Garvey is in your custody,
that will be impossible.

If Garvey goes on trial,
that will be impossible.

So, until I have that bag,

I will do what I must to prevent
that from happening.

But I will get it, and then Garvey...

is going to die.

Is Tony Mejia dead?

Did you kill him?

You know the answer to that.

It's more complicated than you realize.

I need to contact our lawyers,
Tara's parents...

She's the subject of
a murder investigation.

I'm not asking your permission,
Principal Cohen.

This is a criminal matter.

There are procedures.

Tara, this is Agent Navabi. She...

I need this room.

What? Sorry, no.

As I said before, we cannot discuss...

And as I said before,
I am not asking for permission.

Tara.

Now, step outside,
or I will have you arrested

for obstruction of justice. Now.

We know, Tara.

We spoke with Reva Jawal.

We know she murdered her husband

with the help of a woman
she heard about online.

As payment, she had to
refer a new client.

I don't know any Reva Jawal.

It's not too late.

Have you met with her?

Is your husband in any immanent danger?

Kill me? Come on.

You can't seriously believe
Tara wants me dead.

Oh, it's far more serious
than that, Mr. Rayburn.

We think she may have actually arranged

for somebody to do the job.

Ridiculous.

Tara is happy. We're happy.

Listen to me...
however unhappy you are now,

it is not worth destroying your life.

If anything happens to him,
you will go to prison.

I don't...

I don't know if I can stop it.

So there is an active plan.
You need to call it off.

My partner's already talking to Tara.

Good. Then Tara can tell her herself.

She wanted to get married.

Her parents approved.

Our minister blessed it.

We have a good life.

Somehow, I doubt that.

Bill, I thought I told you

to get the '06 Audi in to Service.

Yeah, Boss. Already did.

Then why am I looking at it
outside my window?

Get down!

Stop! FBI!

Help! Please, please!

That man... he's trying to kill me.

Hey, buddy. What's going on?

She touched your coat. I need it.

Come on. Come on. Let's go.

We got a problem.

You gonna tell me what it is,
or you want me to guess?

Keen. She's searching for Tony Mejia.

For some reason,
she must think he's still alive.

She reached out quietly to
a few law enforcement-agencies,

asking for help locating him.

- That's a problem?
- It's not.

If you ask me, it seems like
just the opportunity we need...

a perfect way to secure our leverage.

I think we should help Agent Keen

find what she's looking for.

Wait. Back up.

Reddington attacked the convoy?

He's the one who took the witness...

Reddington, not Garvey?
Why would he do that?

Because if Tony Mejia ever testified,

then Garvey would go to prison,

and Reddington wouldn't get
his duffel bag.

And until he does,
it seems that Mr. Reddington

will do whatever he can
to protect Garvey,

including steal a material
witness right out from under us.

We figured Mr. Reddington
would try to move him,

try to get him as far away
from Garvey as possible.

So, we put a BOLO out

to every private airfield
on the East Coast.

- Any luck?
- Maybe, yes.

There's a customs officer
who thinks he saw Mejia

board a private plane

just a few hours
before we issued the BOLO.

Go... both of you.
If you get confirmation,

we'll get a manifest,
track down where he was going.

We got an I.D. on the Blacklister.

She's 17?

This young woman's responsible
for killing at least 10 men.

I couldn't believe it myself.

She's old enough to research how
to build a bomb in a backpack.

So, when she ran, she grabbed a guy,

touched his leather jacket.

Now, I had the lab run it
for latent prints.

And you got a hit?

We did. An immigration record.

Anna-Gracia Duerte,
born in Brazil 17 years ago.

The State Department says that
she entered the country

at 13 with her husband.

Can that be right? 13?

She married an American businessman

by the name of Robert Corbin.

He was working for a publishing company

that had offices in Brazil.

He was 43.

And this... an official copy
of their marriage license.

So, the killer who's freeing
child brides is one herself.

The marriage license has
an address in White Oak.

Get there, now.

I'll take the roof. You take the alley.

Stay back! Don't come any closer!

- I'll jump!
- Please don't do that.

I will! Stay back!

Look...

I can only imagine
what you've been through.

One minute, you're a child,

the next, you're married to
a man 30 years older than you.

I wasn't just married to him!

He raped me!

He lived near my family's home.

One day, he invited me in
to see his apartment, and...

I reported it.

Went to the police.

When my parents found out,
they were angry...

at me.

For shaming them, for causing a scandal.

To make it go away, they told a story.

They said we were in love.

They went to Robert and made a deal,

like I was something to be traded!

I'm so sorry.

I survived in his hell
for almost three years.

Until one afternoon...

when I freed myself.

Salvation...

from a $10 kitchen knife.

I knew then what I would do.

That I would die, if necessary,
trying to save others.

My parents were murdered when I was 9.

My brother and I,

we were sent to live
with our father's family.

And then, slowly, I began to heal.

This was thanks in large part
to my cousin Yana.

She was 15.

She was like a second mother to me.

Until one night at dinner,

my uncle announced that
she was going to be married

to a man that none of us had ever met.

That night, Yana and I,
we sat and we cried.

'Cause the next day, the man came,

and she was gone.

I didn't have the chance to help her.

Please give me the chance
to help you, Anna-Gracia...

to tell your story.

This isn't where your story should end.

Come.

It's a private terminal,
so Customs and Border Patrol

comes out to meet
any foreign arrivals, you know,

just to make sure everything checks out.

And it was this young man you saw.

- You're certain of it?
- Pretty sure.

I had just finished clearing
a flight from Buenos Aires,

and I was driving back to the office

right past this hangar here.

He was in pretty bad shape.

What exactly did you see?

The hangar door was slightly open.

I saw that guy getting
out of a car with a second man.

Now, the second man was wearing
a hat and a long coat.

You know, one of those hats
that's got the fancy little...

- A fedora?
- Yeah.

Yeah. We have an idea
of who that might be.

They boarded a Gulfstream G650.

The manifest says they were
headed for the Antilles.

Officer...

Officer, what are you doing?

We've been set up.

Hello, Agent Keen.

We're gonna need you to come with us.

You work for Garvey?

He's waiting.

Elizabeth!

You understand what you're asking?

She's guilty of
multiple counts of murder.

The first was her husband,

a crime she committed when she was 16.

Her age doesn't legally
justify what she did.

I'm not excusing it, Gerald.
I'm explaining it.

A 13-year-old rape victim,
forced by her parents

to marry a man
over three times her age...

a girl who couldn't drive a car

or consent to legally have sex
with a man over 18.

Her parents consented for her...

to a live of repeated sexual assault.

The marriage was legal.

And in most states,

if you marry the man
who allegedly raped you,

he can't be prosecuted.

Imagine that girl's
state of mind, Gerald.

She could argue duress, insanity.

Maybe for killing her own husband,

but then, she kept killing.

To save others. In her mind,

she was protecting other
girls... victims, like she was.

Her lawyers will make her
the poster child

for stopping forced marriage
for minors...

a martyr to the cause

of ending the most widespread
sanctioned abuse of women

in the world today.

And you will be the man fighting her.

She's just a kid.

She's learned everything there is to know

about pain and betrayal.

Let's teach her something about mercy.

Why didn't you pull me off of him before?

I know you could have.

I found it mildly therapeutic.

I owe you an apology.

You were watching me in Boston.

I suggested you take refuge
here. You chose not to.

So, yes, I was watching you in Boston.

I don't accept your apology
for taking our witness.

I'm not apologizing for that.

I'm apologizing for telling Garvey

that I would kill him
if he ever came after you.

And why would you apologize for that?

Think like a criminal, Lizzy.

Because by threatening him,

you told him how important

- I am to you.
- Yes.

By telling him not to come after me,

you guaranteed he would.

I don't expect you
to accept my apology...

not until this ends.

And when it does... maybe.

I don't know if this
is your fault or not.

But I do know...

I'm only here because of you.

So...

thank you.

I understand you have the young girl

who killed Jerry Jawal in custody.

I need you to ask her
a question for me...

for us.

I'm tired.

We're almost done here.

Anna, the U.S. Attorney
has made a decision.

He has the right to charge you
as an adult for your crimes.

Instead, he has agreed to charge you

as a juvenile offender.

I'm not sure what that means.

It means that you'll have to
plead guilty to everything,

agree to counseling
and the need for rehabilitation.

But it also means that

you will not be going to an adult prison.

If you do the time
and stay out of trouble,

you could be out by the time you're 21.

21?

How?

W-Why would they do this for me?

Because for the first time
in a long time,

someone is going to treat you
like what you are...

a child.

Thank you.

Anna, there is something
you could help us with.

Reva Jawal's husband had a safe.

Before you left that night,
you emptied it out.

- Do you remember?
- Yes.

There was a book... a black bank ledger.

We searched your apartment,
but we couldn't find it.

Oh. I threw it away.

Do you remember where?

Think. It's very important.

Isn't this delightful?

Ha!

Some kind of back scratcher, I think.

Here's a bag of noodles.

Remind me again why a list of drug routes

is more valuable to us
than the key witness

you stole out of FBI custody.

Your witness presented a legal threat.

Unfortunately, Mr. Garvey
isn't afraid of legal threats.

Or of you or the police or the cartels.

No. But he is afraid of losing his power,

which is exactly what
I intend to take from him

when we find this damn ledger.

Wow. Palm Thai.

What is... what is the occasion?

No occasion. I just had a tough day.

I thought I could wash it down
with a little Pad See Ew.

Do you not want Thai? Because
I think we have other stuff.

No, no, no. Thai is good.

Thai is... No, That's great.

It's, uh, just that, uh...

it's, uh, it's so dumb, really.

Uh.

Uh, you know how my grandmother's...

she's getting rid of a lot of stuff.

Well, she just thought that, um...

What?

It's, uh... It's, um...

It's, uh... It's nothing, really.

Wow.

It's beautiful.

She'll be so happy to hear that.

It's really more from her
than it is from me.

Stop it. I know it was your idea.

I love it. Thank you.

So, should we eat?

Eat.

Yes, you know...

food.

I'm starving.

Are you sure you want Thai?

Because I can order something else.

No, no, really, I'm good.

Everything I want is right here.

Ah.

Yeah.

You tried.

You failed.

Well, you know what they say.

If at first you don't succeed...

You've had your turn. Now it's mine.

Well, don't get too eager.

I've still got what you're looking for.

Mm-hmm.

But now I'm not the only one

who's missing something of value.

What are you talking about?

I'll be in touch.