All language subtitles for FBI_Most_Wanted_S06E07[_75085].srt - eng(2)

- So we roll up
on this foam party

at Club USA--
or no, was it Roxy?

- Pablo was working the door,
so it had to be Limelight.

- Pabz!

We must have put his kid
through college,

all the $100 handshakes
we handed this guy.

So--so we get there,
and Rems is so wasted.

He's trying to swim
through the foam.

- I was wasted?

You and Sophie laid down in
the middle of the dance floor,

in case you forgot.

- Laid is right.
- Mm, no, I'm good.

- Blake was a wild man,
let me tell you.

He used to close down places,
like, every night.

- It was not all fun
and games, though.

I mean, we worked
our asses off too.

In fact, this guy here--

our boss, Stanley, he said
he was the best closer

on Wall Street.
- Really?

- No threats, no cajoling,

just straight Remy Scott charm.

- I am not loaning you
any more money, Blake, so stop.

- So I hear
you're an FBI officer.

You ever get shot?

- No, but I did get
my jaw bashed pretty good

a couple of months ago,
got a nasty case of tinnitus.

- What's tinnitus?

- It's what this music
gives you when you turn 30.

- [exhales sharply]
- No, he's just kidding.

He's just a vinyl snob, OK?

I actually really like
your playlist.

- Mm, thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Is there a bathroom
I could use?

- Oh, yeah, sure.
Of course.

It's down this hallway.

And I'm sure
the light's still on.

- OK, promise,
it's only number one.

- Oh, OK.
Thanks for sharing that.

- Number one.
[laughter]

- So Kyla, huh?

Got to love a girl
who brings her own speaker.

Will you turn that off, please?
- Yeah, of course.

- I met her on Bumble.
- Bumble? You're kidding.

- Yeah, don't knock it
till you tried it.

You know, most people
think the dating apps,

they're just all about sex,
but there's a lot more to it.

There's no strings.
There's no attachments.

After 40 years of pain
and three divorces,

I finally feel free
in a way I never have before.

- Good for you, bro.

- Hey, how about you two?
How did you guys meet?

- On Bumble.

- [chuckles]
Hilarious. You're funny.

Hey, we're gonna need
more of this.

- Definitely.

- I mean, don't you two
have to work tomorrow?

- No, no, no, no, no,
he can handle this.

I saw him one time.

He goes from an all-nighter
at the Aqua Club

straight to the trading floor.

In fact, you remember that--

what was that company bonding
thing we did in Scottsdale?

- Wait, what was that?
I saw that!

What was that?
- This is good.

This is really good.

This is true.
- He's drunk.

He's obviously drunk.
- No, this is true.

- Terrible.
- You know this is true.

- I want to hear this,
but hold on.

- How long
we gonna follow him?

- As long as it takes.

[dramatic music]

- What do we want with him?
- [chuckles]

We're just gonna have
a little conversation.

That's it.

- You want me
to come in with you?

- No.
Park across the street.

Sit tight.
Wait for me.

[snorts]

- It's 10:00
in the morning, Vic.

- [exhales heavily]

♪ ♪

- This Parma Blue
came out beautifully.

It will really accentuate
the color tones

of your living space.

- I love it.

What do you think, honey?

- Yeah, it's good.

- Clark, please pay attention.

We've been waiting six months
for this rug to be custom-made.

- I said I like it.

I really need
to get to the office.

- We can't buy new furniture
for the living room

until we decide
a color palette.

- Well, it looks
like we already have.

- Everybody stays
nice and calm.

Give me your phones,
all of you.

- What the hell?

- Anybody decides
to make a scene,

I'm gonna have
to make one too.

- It's OK. Just--
- Go! Go!

Now, go! Move!

You had a busy morning.

Did you think
that we wouldn't find out?

Did you think
we wouldn't come for you?

It takes two to tango, so
someone must have helped you.

Who was it?

- I don't know
what you're talking about!

- Archeron Equity!
The order was in your name.

Someone else signed off on it.
Who is it?

- I don't know.
I swear!

[gunshot]

- Oh, my God!

- That jog your memory?

- Don't hurt us.
We'll cooperate.

Just tell him, Clark!

- I don't know anything!
- Last chance.

I need a name right now.

One, two--

- OK! OK!

Just don't shoot.
Don't shoot.

♪

- What happened?

- Got what we came for.

Come on, drive.

Hurry up.
Let's go!

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Please tell me that's for me.

- Good morning to you too.

- Oh, bless you.
- [chuckles]

- I had an old Wall Street
buddy in town, late night.

[coughs]

- You're hungover.
- Mm.

Behold the glory.

Isobel said a triple homicide?

- Yeah, man, we're back there.

- [sighs]

What do we got?

- Merritt Pasternak,
district attorney for Queens,

and her husband, Clark,

portfolio manager
at a hedge fund.

Both shot at close range
in the back of the head,

execution style.

- Security cameras
caught the killer walking in.

He locked the doors behind him,
shut off the lights,

and he brought
them all back here.

- [sighs]
Any facial rec?

- Nah, negative.
It was too dark.

Plus, the killer
was wearing a bandanna.

- Who's the third victim?
- Store employee.

We're still working
on an ID for her.

- Looks like these two
were the real targets.

- It does look that way.

- I got a hit from the cams
across the street.

It shows a black Range Rover

with partial view
of the New Jersey plates

and not clear looks
on either of our unsubs.

- Unsubs, there's two?
- Yes.

When the shooter fled,

he jumped
into the passenger seat,

which means there is
a second unsub driver.

- The Pasternaks have
a teenage son named Zane.

The aunt just picked him up
from school,

and they're headed here
right now.

- DA makes a lot of enemies.

Could be retaliation
for one of her cases.

- Sounds like
a good place to start.

Ray, Sheryll,
head to the DA's office.

See if there's been any
recent threats against Merritt

or if she's in the middle
of an organized crime case.

Put a BOLO on that Range Rover.

And canvass
for more street cams.

Nina and I will wait here
for the boy.

I'm not looking forward
to this.

[dramatic music]

- I've never lost a colleague
like this before.

It's--I can't believe someone
would do this to Merritt.

- How long did you two
work together?

- We came up together.

When she made me
her number two,

it was one of the proudest days
of my life.

She was a great woman.

- Has this office received
any threats recently?

Anything that would put her
in more harm than usual?

- Well, did she rattle
some dangerous cages?

Of course.
That's the job.

We have a dozen open cases
against powerful people

and organizations.

Merritt was hard-nosed.

She went up against these cases
with no thought

for political repercussions
or potential dangers.

- What about organized crime?

- She led a case
against Vito Barella,

head of the Barella family.

Got him and a few of his
lieutenants sent away for life.

[knock at door]

I've had my staff
pull some files

from Merritt's most prominent
cases, past and present.

- Thank you.
- Thank you. We'll take a look.

- We're gonna need
more of your coffee.

- Yep.

- They said they're out front.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, hi.

- I want to see my parents.

- Do we have to do this now?

- Can I just have you
step right over here?

- OK.

- We just want to ask you
a few questions, OK?

I know this is
really difficult.

- I'm Special Agent Remy Scott.

My brother was
also murdered, so I know

a little bit about
what you're going through.

We also know
that your mom was a DA.

Was there anything
bothering her at work lately?

- No, she--she never talked
about that stuff.

She was more stressed out
by Dad's work, really.

- Why is that?

- He would take
business calls at all hours.

And Mom finally had
to institute a house rule.

- OK, what was that?

- Everyone's phones
were off and put away

during designated
family times.

But that didn't even matter,
because people

started showing up
at the house out of the blue.

- Has that happened recently?

- Just last night.

One of Dad's clients--
I think his name was Jeff--

barged in at, like, 9:00.

- Did you happen
to catch his last name?

- No.

- OK, did he say
what he wanted?

- He needed Dad to do something

and it couldn't wait
until the morning.

We were watching
the newest "Godzilla" movie.

Mom was really annoyed.

We only watch
those stupid monster movies

because Dad likes them.

He liked them.

♪ ♪

- Zane, thank you so much
for talking with us.

Really appreciate it.

- Just wait out front, OK?
Thanks.

- [sighs]
- [sighs]

[touch tones beeping]

[line trilling]

- Hey.

- Hana, what's the name
of the company

that Clark Pasternak
worked for?

- Ballack Capital.

Their offices
are in downtown Brooklyn.

- All right, Nina and I
are gonna go talk with them.

- OK, so what are we thinking,

this has more to do with
Clark's work than the wife's?

- My dad and I
used to work in finance.

You have a client
showing up at your house

late on a Sunday night,
something's hit the fan.

♪ ♪

- Clark said that he
authorized it himself.

Showed up
at his house last night,

said it had to be done
immediately.

I'm just telling you
what he told me.

I was surprised too.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I hear you.

We'll pay that son of a bitch
a visit now.

- Vic, what is going on?

- We got a traitor.
- A traitor?

You mean someone's
talking to the cops?

Is that what this morning
was all about?

- You ask a lot of questions.

♪ ♪

It's too many questions.

- So what do we do?

- Make a house call.

That's what we do.

♪ ♪

- I tried to tell him.

I said, Clark, don't do this.

It's gonna be a bloodbath.

Sorry, poor choice of words.
- Mm.

- Just tell them what happened.

- Clark called me last night
at 10:30 and told me

to liquidate the account
of his biggest client

as soon as pre-trading
started this morning.

- And what's the name
of the client?

- Archeron Equity.

They invested $15 million
with us back in April.

- $15 million?

Fire selling
at that volume,

they'd be getting
rock-bottom prices.

- That's what I told Clark.

The client's gonna lose
their shirt

pulling out of the market
like that.

- Not to mention the penalty
Ballack would charge

for liquidating before
the holding period was done.

- Clark said the client
was adamant.

Had to happen immediately.

- OK, so how much
did they lose?

- Roughly $3 million
on the sale.

- That's a hell of a price
to pay for expediency.

- Yeah, and a big hit
for Ballack, too,

I mean, losing a client
that size overnight.

- We are more
than strong enough to withstand

the loss of their capital.

- Thank God the hedge fund
will survive.

- Clark spoke to someone
named Jeff last night.

Any idea who that'd be?

- Jeff Scholes, probably.

He's the CFO
of Archeron Equity.

- And he'd approve
any transactions

related to the assets
here at Ballack?

- Yeah.

In fact, he's the only guy
we ever deal with.

- He's the only person
at the company you talk to?

And that didn't raise
any red flags for you?

- Ballack Capital performs
all required due diligence

on any potential investor
before accepting their funds.

- I'm sure you do.

- So why was the liquidation
so urgent?

Jeff goes to Clark's house
on a Sunday night,

and he was willing
to lose $3 million

just to make sure
it got done immediately.

- Sounds like we need
to talk to Jeff Scholes.

- All right, here.
His house is in Brooklyn.

- Ray and Barnes are closer.

I'll have them see
if anyone's home.

♪ ♪

- There, 556.

That's Jeff's place.

- Who's Jeff?

- He's an old friend
of the boss, works for us,

or so we thought.

Back in.

♪ ♪

- You want me to come in too?

- I don't need backup
with this guy.

Just keep the engine running.

Pop the trunk.

♪ ♪

- [exhales heavily]

♪ ♪

- Come on, dear.
Come on.

There you go.
Get your business done.

[gunshots]

[flowerpot shatters]

♪ ♪

- Bastard wasn't there.

Let's go!
[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

- Jeff Scholes,
this is the FBI!

We need to talk!

♪ ♪

- Barnes.

♪

[door handle rattles]

- Ray!
- Yeah?

♪ ♪

- FBI!
Anybody home?

♪ ♪

- Barnes.

♪ ♪

- No sign of Jeff.

- Looks like we're not
the only ones after him.

♪ ♪

- Hey, guys, the victim
is Jeff's wife, Linda Scholes.

- The back door was open
when we arrived,

but nothing seems
out of place or stolen.

- They must have been
looking for Jeff.

Either he wasn't here,
or they took him with.

- Excuse me!

I need to talk to someone.

- No, no, no, no, ma'am.

This is an active crime scene.

You can't be in here.
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

My name is Pam,
and I live next door.

I was walking my dog earlier,
and I saw a black car outside.

- Was it a Range Rover?
- Yes.

I didn't think anything of it,

but then I heard a loud pop.

Then I saw a man
running to the car

and another one
behind the wheel.

- Can you describe them?

- I'll do you one better.

I took their picture.

[dramatic music]

- No Jeff.

- May I?

♪ ♪

- All right.
Thank you, ma'am.

- I knew something was off.

And then all you police
showed up.

- We're still investigating.

But if we need
any more information,

we'll be in touch, OK?

Can you take her details?

- Ray, we got a hit
on facial rec

on our killer: Vic Kolchin, 43.

He's got a rap sheet with a
list of violent crime arrests:

assault,
assault with a deadly weapon,

battery, battery and assault.

- He can add first-degree
murder to his bingo card.

- Well, he's associated with
a motorcycle gang in Queens,

the Exiles.

- All right,
so what about the driver?

- Greg Ashton,
grand theft auto and B&E.

He's also associated
with the Exiles.

I'm gonna call Remy
and let him know.

He's gonna want to talk
to Organized Crime.

- Yeah.

- All right, so what the hell
is a biker gang from Queens

doing mixed up
with Wall Street brokers?

- And how the hell does Jeff
fit into all of this?

- The Exiles were founded by
Ned Turley in Queens in 2003.

They started by running
protection rackets along I-95.

Eventually, Ned decided
they could run their own game.

So they started trafficking
themselves--

drugs, guns, women.

- How big is their territory?

- These days, they've got
a near monopoly in New York.

They pushed out the other biker
gangs, especially along 95.

And they've expanded
into Jersey and Pennsylvania.

- And where is Ned now?
- In hiding.

He hasn't been seen publicly
in nearly three years.

I sent you some of the last
photos we have of him.

Our Outlaw
Motorcycle Gang Unit

has been building a RICO case
against the Exiles.

But they need Ned,
as the head of the enterprise,

to take the entire gang down.

- Tracking down people
who don't want to be found

is our specialty, Agent Cole.

- If you find him,
we'd love to be there

when you bring
the son of a bitch in.

- You bet your ass.

Ray, can you full-screen
that picture right there?

Yeah, yeah, that one.
- All right.

- Wait a second.
That's Jeff Scholes.

- All right, so Ned and Jeff
know each other.

- Yeah, what's the connection
they have?

- I've been doing some digging,
and get this.

Archeron Equity, the company
that Jeff is CFO of,

is a holding company.

Its subsidiaries
are online gambling sites,

laundromats,
strip clubs, and a bike shop.

- All right,
so all businesses used

for money-laundering fronts.

- That's the connection.

The Exiles are using
Archeron Equity

as a shell corporation
to hold all their clean money.

Jeff is the face
of their legit side.

- Wait a second, so if Jeff
is a part of the Exiles,

then why are they after him?

- I mean, it's got to be the
withdrawal from Ballack, right?

It wasn't authorized.

- I mean, stealing $15 million

from a gang
is a hell of a risk.

- I spoke to White Collar Crime
and had them trace the money

after it was liquidated
from Ballack.

Now, they said that it was
wired to an offshore account

in the Caymans, immediately
converted into crypto,

and uploaded to a local wallet,

which means that Jeff is
on the run with a thumb drive

with $12 million
in clean, untraceable cash.

- Yeah, and he has Ned, Vic,

and a very angry biker gang
on his tail.

So if we find him,
we find Vic and Ashton.

- Hana, can you pull up
the IP address of the device

where the crypto
was downloaded?

- On it.
- Ray, Nina,

track the last knowns
of Vic and Ash.

See what's up.
- Yep.

- OK, IP address belongs
to a garage in Queens.

On paper, it's owned
by Archeron Equity.

- Barnes, with me.

Hana, keep combing the files
that Agent Cole sent over.

♪ ♪

- FBI!

Anybody home?

- Hey.
- You work here?

- Yeah, I'm Jake.
What's going on?

- We're looking for this guy.
Have you seen him?

♪ ♪

- Don't know him.

- OK.

What about this guy?

- Nope.

- What about Jeff Scholes?

According to the deed, he's
the one who owns this place.

- Never heard of him.

- We know Jeff
was here this morning.

We traced the IP address
of his laptop to this shop.

- OK, well, no one was here
when I showed up.

- These symbols on the wall,

they're for the Exiles
motorcycle club.

Do you know anything
about those?

- Nope.

- Anything you do know, ese?

- I just fix the bikes, man.

- OK, well, if you do
see Jeff or Vic or Ash,

will you give us a call?

- What a blowhard.

♪ ♪

- Nine o'clock,
we're being watched.

♪

[camera shutter clicking]

I'm gonna text this to Hana,
have her run the plates.

[phone beeps]

[phone ringing]
- [sighs]

Hello.

- How you doing?
- I'm good.

Just working, getting ready

for my hearing
downtown tomorrow.

- Blake wants to take us
to dinner tonight.

- You know what?
I think I'm gonna pass.

After last night,
I don't think I can

keep up with the two of you.

- You sure?

It's a place called Sanitary.

It's supposed to be
a cool vibe.

- If it's cool, then I'm sure
Blake knows about it.

As he said, like, 20 times,

you know, he's the guy
in the know.

- What, you don't like him?
- No. You know what?

I just have a lot more to do,

and I can't be hungover
in the morning.

Listen, if I am not up
when you get back,

then I will see you
in the morning.

- You sure you're OK, babe?

- Yeah, Remy, I'm fine.

You go catch your fugitive.

Bye, honey.

- This place one of ours?

- Ours?

Nothing's yours
until you earn it.

- I've been with the club
for two years.

- [chuckles]

Yeah, you've had
your colors for what?

- A year now.

- I've had mine for eight,

four of which
were on the inside.

- [chuckles]

- You got a long way
to go, puppy.

- What did you just call me?

- Yeah, what are you
gonna do about it, huh?

♪ ♪

[laughs]

I'm messing with you.

Lighten up.

- Hey, hey, hey, is that him?

♪ ♪

There's no way he's
stupid enough to show his face.

- Yeah, he's stupid enough
to steal from us,

he's stupid enough
for just about anything.

- We're wasting our time.

We should be at airports
and train stations.

- Nah, we got every rider
in the club searching for him.

He ain't getting far.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, go.

Uh-huh.

Let the others know.

Look, we got problems.
The Feds are sniffing around.

They're looking for Jeff too.

- Wait.

If the Feds know about Jeff,

they probably know
about this car.

- Yeah, you're right.

- I'll ditch the car,
get my bike,

and come back here.

- You don't need me
to hold your hand?

- I said I got it.

- All right.
Yeah, go.

I'll wait inside, see what
they got good on the menu.

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

[engine revving]

- Addresses for Vic
and Ash were a bust.

- Yeah, Ash's place
is totally dilapidated.

He hasn't lived there
in years.

- This is taking too long.

Vic and Ash
are gonna fly the coop,

and Jeff is gonna
end up on a slab.

- We can visit more businesses
Archeron Equity owns.

Maybe we get lucky.

[phone rings]

- Hana, you got
the whole group here.

- We got a BOLO hit
on the Range Rover.

It was seen leaving
a gas station in Queens.

- Nina, Ray, you hear that?

- Yeah.
Where's it headed?

- I'm following it
on traffic cams.

You're both close.

- Light 'em up.

♪ ♪

- Hey, I'm here.
Where the hell are you?

[tires squealing]

Yeah, but look,
we need to talk.

We got--

I got to go.

- FBI!
Freeze right there!

- Stop.

- Keep your hands up.

- I can explain everything.

Stop!

Check my back pocket.

Stop.
Look, look, I'm a cop.

- What?

- Yeah, I'm undercover ATF, OK?

I'm on the job.

♪

- Shawn Odunze, ATF.

- Remy Scott.

This dude says
he's one of yours.

- He is.
I'm his handler.

Can we get the cuffs
off of him, please?

[dramatic music]

- Hey, did Jeff
turn himself in?

- No, we still
got agents waiting,

but he hasn't shown up.
- Wait a second.

Are you talking
about Jeff Scholes?

- Yeah, he's in the gang
with me; I flipped him.

Last couple months,
he's been giving me evidence

about the Exiles'
money-laundering operations.

- And between that evidence
and Jeff's testimony,

we'd have everything we need
to bring the club down.

Everything was set for today.

- So, what, he backed out
of the plan now?

- It looks that way, yeah.

- What about the money?
- What money?

- Jeff stole $12 million
from the club this morning,

converted it into crypto,

and now has it
on a thumb drive.

- Look, that was never
part of the plan, OK?

Stealing from Ned and a gang,
that is suicide!

- Are you aware
that you were at the scene

of four murders this morning:

three at the rug store

and then Jeff's wife
at his house?

- Listen, OK, I had no idea
what Vic was gonna do.

He made me wait in the car.

If I would have known that
someone was in mortal danger,

I would have blown my cover
in a heartbeat.

Two years.

I have been undercover
for two years,

and now my whole case
is blown to hell.

We finally had evidence.

I was finally almost out.

- You're out now.

You can testify
to Vic's crimes

and that Ned Turley
directed him.

- No, it'll never stick.

Vic is loyal.

He will gladly take
the charge for the gang.

And Ned will never surface.

That $12 million,
that is just a piece

of the dozens of hidden
offshore accounts

that they have.

Jeff knows where that money is.

That's why we need him.

And so do they.

- Where the hell is Vic now?

- He's at a strip club
the Exiles own.

They think Jeff
will show his face there.

- OK, well, that's one psycho
we could take off the map.

[phone ringing]

- Hey, it's Vic.

♪ ♪

Vic, what's up?

Unbelievable.
I'm on my way.

They found Jeff.

They're holding him
at the Exiles' bike garage.

Boss wants to deal
with this himself.

- I'll have SWAT meet us there.

We can roll up
on the entire gang.

- We can't just storm in there.

They'll kill him
before we get to him.

- Remy, he's right.

The gang won't
want him talking.

They'll execute him as soon
as they see the first cop.

- [sighs]

- Look, I haven't
blown my cover yet.

I can get in there and secure
Jeff before anyone breaches.

♪ ♪

- It's too dangerous.

How do we know that Jeff
hasn't ratted you out yet?

- Hey, I can go undercover
with him.

I'll pose as his girlfriend.

- No, I've never said anything
about a girlfriend.

They'll see right through that.

- Too risky.

I say no.

- It's not your call.

This is my operation.

I think this is
the best chance we have

to get Jeff out alive
and make our case.

I appreciate your team's help,
but I'm not waiting.

♪

- You're out now.

You sure you want
to go back in?

♪ ♪

- I've been alone
for two years.

I'm sure.

♪ ♪

[engine rumbling]

♪ ♪

[door squeaks, slams]

♪ ♪

- Hey.

Ned's closing ranks.

We got a rat.

- You said you caught Jeff.

- No, a rat!
A rat!

♪ ♪

- We could go in quiet.

- We don't know how many Exiles
are in there.

It's best to wait
until backup arrives.

- Duty to preserve life
applies to our agents as well.

- I trust Ash.
The guy's a pro.

Give him time to assess
the situation and secure Jeff.

♪ ♪

- Jeff has been talking
to the Feds.

We got someone undercover
here in the club.

- You got a name?

[muffled groaning]
- The boss is on it.

I swear to God, I catch
that rat son of a bitch,

I'm gonna skin him alive!

- I got a bad feeling
about this.

It was a mistake
to let Ash go in alone.

- It wasn't our call.

♪ ♪

- How long until SWAT arrives?

- ETA 5 minutes.

- Ray, Nina, you in position?

- Not yet.

We had to go around
some construction.

- Hey, man, you got to clean
your hand up first.

♪ ♪

Hey, Smoke, there's a
first-aid kit in the bathroom.

Why don't you help
clean this up?

- You watch the door.

No one gets in or out
until I take care of this.

- Yeah, I got it.

♪ ♪

[muffled blow lands,
muffled scream]

♪ ♪

[muffled blows landing]

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

- Who the hell are you?

I said I wasn't
to be disturbed.

♪ ♪

It's you.

You're the Fed, aren't you?

You're the damn rat!

- Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Drop the knife.

- You son of a bitch.

- You think I won't put
a bullet in your skull?

Drop it.
[knife clatters]

Turn around.

- I'll come for you.

I'll come for your family.

- Hands up now!

♪ ♪

- [groaning]
- [grunting]

♪ ♪

- Thank God.

Thank you, Jesus.

♪ ♪

- What--what took you so long?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- You gave me up?

- No, no, I didn't
tell them your name.

I had to give them
something, so...

- Do they know
about the thumb drive?

- No, we're good.

They think the money's
in an offshore account.

If they knew I had the drive,
they'd kill me already.

- You have it on you.

- Yeah, I wasn't gonna let
the thing out of my sight.

- Where is it?

- Untie me before
someone comes in.

- Jeff, where is
the thumb drive?

- It's in my shoe.

In the shoe.
[groans]

- Is the password the same?
- Yes, yes!

Will you untie me before--

so we can get out of here
like we planned?

What are you doing, man?
You can't just leave me here.

- I'm not gonna leave you
to spill your guts to the cops.

[gasps]

- What the hell?

[gunshot]

- Shots fired.
Repeat, shots fired!

[tires squealing]

[gunshot]
- [grunting]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

- FBI!

[gunshot]

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

♪ ♪

- [groans]
Ash--Ash took the money.

- What are you talking about?

- He screwed me over.

We had a deal. He screwed me.
- What kind of deal?

- No WITSEC,
no testifying at the trial.

I just could take $15 million
from the club's account

and just split it;
that's it.

- And Agent Ashton
agreed to this?

- Yeah, it was his plan.
He planned it.

Killed Ned, took the money,
left me high and dry.

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

- Hey!
Hey, Ashton!

- He's got a gun!

- Whoa!
[gunshots]

Shots fired, Remy!

- Move! Move! Move!

- Remy, what the hell
is going on, man?

Ash just shot at us.

- He's gone rogue!

Treat him as a fugitive!

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

- FBI!

[gunshot]

- What the hell is going on?
- I don't know. I don't know.

You got eyes?
- Nothing. You?

- No.

[engine turning over]

Hey, he's going on the bikes!

♪ ♪

- Remy, they're taking off!

- Move! Move! Move!

We're right behind you!

- Let's go!

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

- Hang on.

[tires squealing]

[horns honking]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

[horn blares]

♪

- [groans]
Come on!

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

- We've got Vic.
You guys take Ash!

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [panting]

♪ ♪

[door handle rattling]

[door clicks open]
- Stop.

Gun down.

♪ ♪

Back.

- Come on, man.
You can't be this far gone.

- In. In.

- Ray, what's your location?

- Stop.

Comms, let's go.
- Ray.

♪ ♪

- Handcuff yourself.

♪ ♪

[handcuffs clicking]
- There. Good?

♪ ♪

He's on the run!

Remy, he's got my comms!

- Ray, do you copy?

♪ ♪

- [panting]

♪ ♪

- Vic, stop!
FBI!

[gunshot]

♪ ♪

[metallic clattering]

- Vic is down.

Anybody have eyes
on Agent Ashton?

- Yeah, I do now.
Don't do anything stupid.

Put the gun
on the ground, Charles.

- Don't you ever call me that.

- That's your real name, right?

Your boss told me your friends
like to call you Charlie?

- I said stop calling me that!

Two years!

I was with those psychos
and those butchers

for two years!

Charlie is gone!

Ned is dead.

Vic is dead.
The Exiles are gone.

I did my job!

- And Ash is gone too.

Think about the agent
that you were, Charlie.

- I told you to stop
calling me that.

- Look, it's gonna take time,
but Ash will fade.

- No, no, there's no
coming back from this.

I crossed the line.

- Ash is the one
who crossed the line.

You can come back.

♪ ♪

- It was never supposed
to be like this, OK?

I'm just--I'm tired.
I'm tired of everything!

I'm tired of the criminals!
I'm tired of the cops!

I'm tired of it!

I just--I just--
I wanted to get the money

and get a clean getaway.

Then I could start over
and this would all be over

and I was done!

♪ ♪

- I know what it's like.

I've been under before, too,
deep under.

And the choices
you have to make,

the things you have to do,

it tears you apart.

But all of that,
everything,

the pain, the suffering,

all of it means nothing
if you cut and run now.

Don't do it, OK?

You can come back
from this, Charlie.

I believe in you.

♪ ♪

Just put the gun down, please.

♪ ♪

Put your hands up, OK?

♪ ♪

Keep them up.

Put your arms behind your back.

[handcuffs clicking]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat music playing
over speakers]

- Ah.
- Hey, there he is.

I already ordered
some apps and drinks,

so I hope you don't mind.

Where's Abby?
- She sends her regrets.

What, no Bumble date tonight?

- She blew me off.

I will be forever heartbroken.

- Yeah, I can see that.

They're not gonna be very happy
with us taking up a four-top.

- Nah, don't worry about it.
I'm the owner.

- Seriously, dude?
- Yeah, for now.

It's a money pit.
I'm trying to figure out why.

- Oh, you might want
to start with the name.

[chuckles]
- Scotch neat?

- You got it.

- You know, the truth is,
it's my only retail,

and I don't want to sell it.

But I got to pay
for my divorce somehow.

My office buildings
are worthless.

No one's touching that stuff
with a 10-foot pole these days.

- I thought you said you were
killing it last night--

staying at the St. Regis,
thinking about buying a boat.

- I was puffing, Rems,
you know, for the girls.

You know how that goes.

- Mm. So what are you
doing for bread?

- I'm hustling,
sticking and moving, you know?

Pulling loans out of the bank

until they pull their heads
out of their asses

and realize I got jack-all.

Or I take bankruptcy.

♪ ♪

What was that look?

- Nothing.
- No, I saw that.

You're judging me.
I could see.

Eh, forget about it, man.
I'm just busting your balls.

Tell me about Abby.

- What about her?

- Seems like you got
that situation sorted,

the whole long-distance thing.

- Seems to work OK.

- Hell yeah, it does.

No strings, no commitments.

Guys like us, we get that.

You know, we see
those claws coming out.

Here she comes for the house.

We're too smart
to let that happen.

- Abby has her own career
and money.

She doesn't need my apartment.

- Yeah, she says that now.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs] You know, I think
I'm gonna call it a night.

[taps bar]
- No, no, Rems, whoa.

We just got started.
Hang on, hang on.

Rems, hang on.

Don't go.

Look, man.

I offended you,
talking about Abby.

- Honestly,
my relationship with her

is none of your business.

And you're wrong.

I'm not like you,
at least not anymore.

♪

- Remy, I'm sorry.

You know me.

I say all kinds
of stupid stuff.

I don't mean any of it.

I'm sorry.

Look, I know this place sucks.

Let's just--
let's get out of here

and go someplace else,
all right?

We'll have a drink, one drink,
for old times' sake.

- It's never
one drink with you.

- It will be tonight.

♪

Come on, man.
I--

♪ ♪

- You still got
a credit card that works?

- Yeah, I got two.

- Good, 'cause you're buying.

Let's roll.
- All right.

Thanks, man.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]