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You're getting better
and better every day.

Hey, Ella, what's up?

Wes. Thank you.

How are things?
- No complaints.

How about you?
Everything all right in LA?

Yeah, just checking in.

OK, about what?

Well, the realtor called.

Looks like the house
finally has a buyer.

Oh, that's great.

Yeah, there's just the
property taxes from last year.

Do you want to split those
down the middle or...

Yeah, let's keep it clean.

Oh, OK, same page.

All right, well, if there
isn't anything else...

Uh, well, since I have you,

I wanted to run
something else by you.

- OK.
- Well, it's about a case.

It's a little tricky,
but just hear me out, OK?

Ella, if it's tricky,
then just run it up

the chain of command.

Plus, I'm in the office,
so I got to get to work.

Of course.

It's really great hearing
your voice, Wes.

You too.

Not a speck of dust,
no detail unattended.

Understood?
This place must be immaculate.

He'll expect nothing less.

No, no, start over.

Grapes on the side, not on top.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't apologize, just fix it.

Can you get started
on that, darl?

He's in the building.

Final checks.

Move!

Where are the cigarettes?

Pastor Santoso.
How was your journey?

Long.

The blinds, domba kecilku,
the blinds.

Forgive me, Apostle.

Open the curtains.

The church build in town
is progressing nicely.

Our local chapter
is officially recognized.

So we are protected here?

I hope so.

Speak, domba kecilku.

What is it?

The FBI is putting together
an extradition request.

I would like to see them try.

Not in this country.

Not while our Father
guides my divine mission.

You're right, Pastor.

And in two days,

you won't have to deal with
these indignities ever again.

Everything will be fine.

I am done for the night.

Everyone leaves.

She stays.

Isla.

The Apostle has selected
Millie for Night Chores.

A great honor.

She'll be staying the night.

Please, Apostle Santoso.

You know you're forbidden
from speaking to him directly.

I know, but I beg you, Apostle.

Millie, my daughter, she has
an important test tomorrow.

Please.

What is your name, child?

Isla.
Isla Hewitt.

Education is one of the
pillars of our congregation,

the foundation of our faith.

I would not want to get in
the way of Millie's schooling.

Thank you so much, Apostle.

Bridget...

I am still the word of God.

That girl is staying with me
tomorrow night.

Understood?

I'll make the arrangements.

Come with me.

Wes.

Briefing EC just came in,
and this one's red hot.

Subject's on the
Most Wanted List.

You know Pastor Bakti Santoso?

Yeah, the televangelist
nutjob from Indonesia?

He came up for air?

Interpol Red Notice
places him in Gibraltar,

though it looks like
the locals did not detain.

Legat Madrid is pinning
down his exact location

with the Gibraltar police
as we speak.

OK, let's ping
the rest of the team.

Already notified and en route.

Just waiting on DC's go-ahead.

Got it.

Who is that?
- Aminah Karana.

Cooperating witness from
the New York field office.

As soon as they heard
Santoso was in play,

they had her on
the next flight over.

It started innocently.

Always with flowers.

To this day,

I can't smell jasmine
without my stomach turning.

Back then,
when Santoso noticed you,

he'd make you feel like

you were in the presence
of God himself.

It must have been
so hard to speak out.

That's why it took me over
a decade after Santoso, he...

He did what he did to report it.

I know how it looks.

Hey, what?

No one is judging you for the
time it took you to get here.

We're just... we're just glad
you're here at all.

I know Santoso.

I know how he thinks, operates,

his likes and dislikes,

his preferred brands
of chocolates,

cigarettes, wine.

I want to help.
- Good.

That's what you're doing.

Isn't it?

What am I missing?

Since I spoke out about Santoso,

every single door has
been slammed in my face.

It's hard to think
that anything will change,

that anyone will
ever believe me.

I believe you.

And I'm not going to sit here
and make you an empty promise.

But me and my team, we're
going to do everything we can

in our power to make sure that
he pays for what he did to you.

Bakti Santoso.

So-called Apostle of the
Reign of Jesus Christ Church.

You know what?
Let's call it what it is.

It's a cult.

Santoso's wanted worldwide,

but has been a parasite
on the States for decades.

Embezzling government funds,

pocketing U.S. donations
from the ROJC,

most recently even
running an anchor baby scheme

to secure U.S. citizenship
for his followers.

Ensuring the next gen
of faithful

keeps the American dollars
coming.

They run welfare scams
and shunt that money

back to the church
and Santoso's own pockets.

Santoso was untouchable
back in Indonesia,

but when the new
administration came into power,

they pulled his safety net and
froze the rest of his accounts.

He's been in the wind
ever since.

Until he popped his head out
in Gibraltar.

Gibraltar is technically
a British territory,

but in practice, it's a
jurisdictional dog's breakfast,

stuck in an endless sovereignty
battle with Spain

and rife with smuggling
and offshore banking.

Casablanca of Western Europe.

And an ideal spot for Santoso
to broker his path to freedom.

Which is exactly what
we're not going to let happen.

HQ wants this guy and his
entire organization dismantled

for reasons well beyond
the charges in his file.

It's a known secret that
he preys on underage girls.

He...

brainwashes them into thinking

that the path to salvation
is through his bedroom.

He calls it Night Chores.

Koresh, Raniere, Jeffs,

it's the same blueprint
with all these guys.

At some point,

every young woman in the fold
has to go see them.

And while the FBI has been
actively pursuing Santoso

for years now
on white-collar crimes,

they can't nail him on assault.

Allegations of abuse have
always been withdrawn.

Except for one.

Aminah.

She refused to take back
her account of Santoso's abuse.

All right, but Santoso still
isn't facing assault charges.

Mm-hmm.

So then why didn't your
testimony move the needle?

I was 11 when it started.

After my first Night Chores,
I told my mom what happened.

She was proud.

Said that
I had been chosen by God.

By the time I finally left
the church and filed charges,

the statute of limitations
had run out.

Aminah is our expert on Santoso.

I already cleared it
with the ASAC.

She's going to roll with us
to Gibraltar

in case we catch any curveballs.

Extradition request is a go.

Approve for the takedown, Wes.

This might be our
only shot at Santoso.

I believe Gibraltar
is just a stopover

while the guy
figures out his next move.

He's got 300,000 followers
across multiple countries

and no shortage
of foxholes to crawl into.

We are not going
to give him the chance.

Oh, by the way.

Do you know
Special Agent Ella Driscoll?

She reached out to the Hub.

I'm not sure what
it was regarding.

We just talked.
It's always something with her.

Commissioner Imogen,
Agent Garretson.

We spoke on the phone.

I'm terribly sorry,
but there have been

some complications
in the Santoso case.

The situation is fluid.

Wes Mitchell,
what seems to be the holdup?

Gibraltar cannot approve
your extradition at this time.

I thought we were cleared
for liftoff here.

You were, but Spain's since
thrown a spanner in the works.

They're contending
Santoso's extradition

must go through
the Spanish courts.

So what then, they're holding
this investigation hostage?

Essentially.

Spain likes to remind us

who's the top brass
in the Iberian peninsula.

A high-profile extradition
makes headlines.

Of course, they insist on
being part of the conversation.

Fine. I understand
you have a 20 on Santoso.

If you have a tac team
ready to roll,

let's just arrest him now

and let Spain get this tantrum
out of their system.

Rafael Ferrer,

Director General
of the Policía Nacional,

is threatening
a diplomatic incident

if Santoso is even apprehended
without Spain's rubber stamp.

I am sorry, but we are
the little brother here.

We have to choose our battles
carefully.

If I had a dangerous predator
loose in my country,

I think I would
choose that battle.

Gibraltar also
wants this resolved.

It will just take time.

That's the last thing
we can afford to give Santoso.

Yeah, look,
DOJ and State Department

are leaning hard on Spain,

but Madrid is dying
on this hill.

Just tell me whose boss
I got to get on the phone.

I-I'm working on it, Wes,

but with all the red tape
over there,

it's hard to know who's
in the driver's seat.

OK, so since on paper,

Santoso doesn't
pose an imminent threat,

Europol isn't keen to pull out
the heavy artillery.

They're letting
Spain and Gibraltar

figure it out
amongst themselves.

As much as I hate to admit it,

Santoso has played this well.

Getting a warrant over there

is like doing some kind
of an obstacle course.

What about
a surveillance warrant?

That depends.
To what end?

We stake out Santoso,

we suss out exactly
what he's up to,

and then before
he makes his next move,

the Bureau is ahead of him.

And the second he steps foot

into neutral territory,
we snatch him up

before he slips out
of our reach for good.

OK.
I like that swing.

I think I can push that through.

I'll get Imogen on the horn.

Hey.

How is Aminah doing?

She's hanging in there.

Vo and Raines just got her
squared away at the hotel.

OK, good.

I mean, what that
young woman has endured

on her own is just...

it would be very meaningful
to me personally

to see this taken care of.

We hear you, Jubal.

This is the bloke who has
commanded such fanaticism.

What did you expect?

At least an understanding
of how it got so far.

Santoso has all the charisma
of a soggy towel.

Let's start putting together

a roster of everybody
inside Santoso's place,

figure out who
he's meeting with.

It might give us his next move.

On it.

Santoso's private
security detail.

He calls them his Templars,

named after
the holy military order.

Military records?
Any time served?

Both.

They're more mercenaries
than they are bodyguards.

All right.
Keep at it.

So we've been feeding
our surveillance to Amanda

and updating IDs
as they come in,

but we're pretty sure
this is Santoso's number two.

Yeah, that's Bridget Zimmerman.

Santoso calls her
his domba kecilku,

Indonesian for little lamb.

She's the daughter of some

American pharma
multimillionaire.

Douglas Zimmerman?

I mean, that guy is worth
at least 5 billion easy.

You think Bridget's privy
to her old man's cache?

Santoso definitely
needs the money

after we froze
the church's accounts.

OK, let's keep an eye
on any withdrawals.

If Santoso has an escape plan,
Bridget is his bus money.

Celeste,
how's the device coming?

Behold the Wi-Fi pineapple.

Get this inside
Santoso's apartment,

and we can tap into
all data going in and out.

Great work.

Mm, don't give me
a gold star just yet.

I have no clue how to get
this inside the apartment.

Yeah, even
the food delivery workers

are vetted
with background checks.

No chance for getting
on Santoso's guest list.

The surveillance
warrant we were given

is super strict, too.

Doesn't even let us
in his apartment.

What if we could
get on top of it?

Find out who lives above him.

Mr. Harrington.

- And you are?
- Andre Raines.

I'm with the FBI.

Regarding?

Don't worry.
You're not in trouble, sir.

The Bureau would just like
to use your apartment

for a few days.

How much?

10,000 euro.

- 15.
- Deal.

- 20.
- No, no. Too late.

You already said 15.

When do you need it?

Right now.

Cue the noise.

Inserting the camera now.
Stand by for visuals.

You need to position
the Wi-Fi pineapple

directly above Santoso's
real router for this to work.

Once we've got full bars,
it'll spoof the signal

and tap all data.

Copy that.

I'm green on video.

Same.

No one's batting an eye.

Amanda, are you seeing this?

Yeah.

Looks like
frequency interference.

Guessing insulation
above the vent?

OK, so how do I loop back in?

Well, the range is being capped.

You'll need to get closer

and underneath the disruption
to reconnect.

All right.

Come on.

All right,
we're syncing up again.

Almost there.

Cam, heads up.

You might have company.

Got it.
We're in.

Excuse me.

Who are you?

Hi.

Uh, so sorry
for the inconvenience.

Um, I'm Mary.

Uh, I just wanted to pay
my respects to the Apostle,

but...

I got cold feet at the door.

What's in that bag?

Uh... um...

I was hoping that
you would be able to

pass this along to the Apostle.

It's Bridget, right?

It would mean the world to me
if this made it to him.

The Apostle can't accept gifts.

But there will soon be
a Sunday congregation in town.

I will be there.

Have a blessed day.

Enterprise endpoint protection's

just kicked in
on Santoso's laptop.

Seeing it too.

Why and how does a pastor
have armor like this?

I might have an idea.

Joko Marbun,

Santoso's resident IT expert
from Indonesia,

former Black Hat Asia
CTF champion.

Seems like he's been
helping Santoso avoid capture

for the last few months.

While Amanda's
pulling what she can,

these are the only two left

that we don't have profiles for.

I saw those two
making the drop-off.

They're at the bottom
of the food chain

and Bridget made them
show her their nails yesterday.

Because Santoso's a neat
freak and claustrophobic.

That's why the blinds
always have to be open.

Looks like Santoso has company.

He's summoning her
for Night Chores.

Facial rec just came
through on those two.

Isla and Millie Hewitt.

Millie is 16 years old.

The age of consent here is 16.

There's no crime here
as far as they're concerned.

Wait.
We're going to help her, right?

Millie.

Follow me.

Come.

Wait.

Her textbooks. We forgot them.

Can we go get them
and come back?

People are talking about you,
Isla.

They're saying
you're an infidel.

I've been doing all I can

to make sure those rumors
don't reach the Apostle.

Or are the rumors true?

No.

No, they're not.
- Ah.

Then let's not
speak of this again.

Did you see him?

Who?

He was 5'9 ", 5'10".

He had on a blue football shirt.

He took my phone, my wallet,
and he ran this way!

We didn't see anyone.

Oh, you must have.
He had a goatee, bald head.

Total tosser!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

The Gibraltar police,
they're on their way.

They might have to ask
you questions, please.

What about you?
Did you see anything?

What's your name?

Get back in the car
with your mom.

Oh, well.

Yeah, thanks for that.
Yeah?

Brilliant.

Nice one, Smitty.

Good shout, Wes.

But that was too close
for comfort.

Yeah.
Now we got another problem.

Santoso has his sights
on this girl

and we can't go back
to that well.

It's going to spook them
for sure.

Yeah, it might be
a little late for that.

This conversation
is going on right now.

Bridget's on the phone
with her dad.

I need the money, Daddy.

By tomorrow morning.
Here. It's urgent.

I promise that I will
come home if you wire it.

How old is this person?

43.

Thank you, Daddy.

Love you.

How much you want to bet

that money is tied to Santoso
bouncing out of here?

Yeah, our window's closing.

If he tries to leave now,
we're not cleared to follow.

Patching in Amanda.

We're tapped
into Santoso's internet,

but he has air-gapped security
on some folders.

Serious overkill if he's
not hiding anything major.

This could be his getaway plan.

Either that
or a smoking gun, right?

Amanda, what do
you need from us?

Direct access to that laptop.

There's no way we're
getting inside Santoso's spot.

Then we need someone who
already has access.

I know you.

You were outside
the Apostle's apartment, right?

Yes.
I'm Cameron.

Do you have a second
to speak in private?

You're not actually a member
of the congregation, are you?

No.

I was hoping that you would

be able to have
a conversation with someone.

And all I ask is that
you keep an open mind.

It's for your daughter's sake.

I was once in Millie's shoes.

A young girl chosen
for Night Chores,

who believed in Santoso
and the ROJC.

Until you were kicked out for
trying to extort the church.

I never asked for a dime.

I didn't leave because of money

or even because of what
Santoso did to me.

That man
took everything from me.

What really happened, Aminah?

When I was 15,

I was pregnant
with Santoso's child.

His people made me
take care of it.

I would have kept her.

I tried to stop them, but...

I never had a chance
to save my daughter,

but Isla,
you still can save yours.

Listen to me, Isla.

We can protect Millie

and all the other girls
just like her

if you'll work with the FBI.

What would you need me to do?

So you're going to set this
down next to Santoso's laptop.

It's been rigged with malware,

which will give us
direct access.

I know you don't trust me,
Isla, but...

and that they filled you with
all sorts of stories about me.

But I can promise you

there's a life
beyond the church.

You're making me pick
between my faith and my family.

You shouldn't have to.

I'm sorry.

I-I just can't.

Hey, Jubal.
What's up?

I don't know how
to sugarcoat this one.

After nearly every
U.S. agency got involved...

Spain finally relented
and set a court date

for January of next year.

Sorry, guys.
We're at a bit of a loss here.

Just keep us in the loop.

All right?
- Yeah.

Listen.
I know how this looks.

No rock left unturned, OK?

- Ah, morning.
- Thank you.

Yes, Apostle?

Where is Millie?

Studying.

For what?

Her doctorate?

Your daughter
is running out of excuses.

Hey.
You got my message.

Hi.
Can we talk?

Hey.

All you have to do...

when everybody's at afternoon
worship, you can plant it.

It's just 30 seconds
and you're out.

There's no coming back
from this, is there?

You really want to go back?

All right.
Come on, Isla, come on.

Oh, bloody hell.

What are you doing in here?

I'm sorry, Apostle.
I just...

I was looking for you.

I wanted to apologize.

I understand you've
always shown great devotion

to our congregation.

Which is why your recent
disobedience hurts me so.

The next time I request your
daughter stay for Night Chores,

she stays the night
without objections.

Yes, Apostle.

I speak the word of God.

And until
you fully remember that,

I have no choice but to add
toilet duty to your tasks.

You can start right now,
in fact.

Follow me.

Yes.

We're paired.
Tate's in.

Well, he's going to regret
that toilet duty line

for the rest of his life.

Hey.
I got Tate.

Wes?

Santoso set up hidden cameras
during Night Chores.

He, um... he filmed everything.

Amanda, whatever you just saw,

get that to Jubal right now.

The evidence of assault

global law enforcement has
been missing against Santoso,

this is it.

What about Spain?

Can't imagine
they'll have much to say

once they get eyes on this.

Our human trafficking
task force has counted

236 victims on tape,
including American citizens.

All right.

I'm going to stay with Aminah
and I'll run point from here.

Just go get this scumbag.

Nobody move!

Down on the ground!

Hands where we can see them!

Clear.

Santoso's tech guy must have
realized what we found.

Where the hell is Santoso?

His core crew is gone, too.

Amanda, talk to me.

Well, the only people
who recently left

were delivery workers.

Hold up.
That's Santoso.

He and his people
swapped clothes with them.

This was just two minutes ago.

They had this plan
in their back pocket all along.

Tracking Santoso now.

They headed for
the main city strip,

where they ditched the car
and likely swapped vehicles.

Intersection of
Castle Road and Town Lane.

Santoso's corralled
by the border on one side

and the ocean on the other.

There's no clear emergency exit.

His crew must
be posted up somewhere.

Lying low till the next leg
of their journey.

Meaning Santoso has
a safe house.

If anyone knows where
Santoso is,

now's the time to speak up.

As far as the FBI is concerned,
you're clean.

But the local police,
they don't see it that way.

If you don't help me,
I can't help you.

All right, look.

Your Apostle?

He ditched you.

He's gone.

You're going to fall on the
sword for a guy like that?

The only judgment waiting
for any of us is beyond you.

Let me know how
that works out for you, man.

Hey.

You did great.

Did I make the right decision?

Yes.

That laptop held evidence

of what had only been
whispered about for so long.

And you not only
saved your daughter's life,

but God knows how many
other girls from Santoso.

So you've arrested him?

No.

Not yet.

Amanda?

That money transfer Bridget
sweet-talked her dad out of?

Well, it took me a minute,

but I followed the ping-pong
balls to a Francisco Morales.

Oh, Nicaraguan diplomat.

Yeah, Honorary Consultant
to Gibraltar,

one with a reputation
for greased palms.

Well, this is why
Santoso went there.

One of his emissaries

must have met with Morales
to broker safe harbor.

The ROJC has
a strong foothold in Nicaragua,

a haven for controversial
religious figures.

Santoso can stay
in the spotlight there.

No need to live
life in the shadows.

If he makes his way there,

it'll be impossible
to pry him out.

Can we reverse Bridget's
transaction to Morales?

Maybe their deal
will fall through.

I tried it, but the money's

already sitting pretty
in his account.

Well,
Bridget might not know that.

If we can spoof
a bank security alert

that requires her to confirm
the transaction...

Right.

If she logs in, it'll reveal
the location of the safe house.

Put it through.

We need to carry out
a full urban sweep.

Ports shuttered
and the border sealed.

As long as Santoso is
in Gibraltar, he's hemmed in.

I'll do what I can,
but we have limited manpower.

If Santoso makes it into Spain,

the Gibraltar police
can't touch him.

So let's make sure
he doesn't get that far.

Bridget just
verified the transfer.

Wes, they're in
a safe house in Spain.

Just near Algeciras.

Wait.
Is this where he is?

Yeah.

Hey, uh, you're going
to be safe here, OK?

Commissioner Imogen
is going to have someone

stay and keep an eye on you.

Wait.

Just so you know, his Templars
take a vow of death.

The greatest glory they can
achieve is to die for him.

They may get their wish.

We're going to need
a blueprint of this house

so we can start drawing up
a breaching plan,

and I'll take any type of
sniper support you can give me.

How quick can we set up
a drone overwatch?

We have bigger problems.

Rafael Ferrer, Director
General de la Policía Nacional.

Please tell me
you're here to help.

I'm not.

Do you have any idea

who you have holed up
in that house, Director?

I do, but I insist
you stand down.

Spain must prioritize
Spanish interests here.

Have you seen the evidence
that we have on Santoso?

Not personally, no.

But my country
will determine the next steps

once we finish
reviewing your intel.

What is there to review?
It's footage of sexual assault!

We got a car rolling up
to the back of the property.

Looks like that
could be his getaway.

And there are half a dozen
nearby airstrips

that could get him to Nicaragua.

We're going to need a
roadblock to the access route.

All units on standby.

You do that,

and I'll have your entire team
jailed for obstruction.

You have no jurisdiction here.

If that can't be followed,
then I'll make it stick.

Jubal, we need a Hail Mary.

Hey.

Have Tate pull everything
she can on this house.

Just in case.

When it was built, blueprints,

all possible escape hatches,
and mouse holes.

On it.

- Can we get eyes inside?
- Negative.

No CCTV, but I'll keep looking.
- OK.

Uh, can we get thermal?

Spain has aerial surveillance
we could piggyback on,

but that would require
a Spanish co-sign.

All of this does.

Hey, Wes.

Remember that
arms trafficking case

we handed over to Spain
on a silver platter?

Yeah, the one we let
Bautista put his name on?

Yeah. Well,
turns out Bautista has

the Interior Minister
on speed dial.

He owes me a favor.

Or I should say
he owed me a favor

because I cashed in
on that favor

and you are clear for takedown.

If anyone on the Spanish side
of things tries to play games,

you can tell them
they can suck it.

Copy.

All right, listen up.

This is a kill house.

Santoso's Templars,
they're ready to die for him.

But the rest of his followers
inside, they're civilians.

They might not have any idea

what's about
to come down on them.

Remember your training.

You might be forced
to make a split-second decision

to shoot or hold your fire.

Just trust your instincts.

Amanda,
you're our eye in the sky.

Talk to me.

Yeah. I've got a 3D layout
of the safe house.

I'll try and keep you
all sorted on the move.

OK, copy that.

Are we all good?

Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.

Move together, this won't
turn into another Waco.

Let's go.

On the ground, now!

Get down!

Ready?

Wes, there's
a living room ahead.

If I had to guess, that's
where they'd post sentries.

Let her go.

Now!

Hey.

It's OK.

It doesn't have to
be this way, man.

You can just let her go.

Come on.

Don't do it.

Hallway to your left

should lead you
straight to the east wing.

Copy.

Any eyes on Santoso?

Nothing yet.

We're green on thermal
from Spain.

Adding satellite to the diagram.

Wes, he's in what looks
like a master bedroom.

Top floor.

Drop it.

You can't win.

Bridget, drop the knife!

Bridget, there's nowhere to go.

Drop the knife.

Drop it now.

Put it down.

I'm not going
to let you take him.

Drop it.

You're going to have
to kill me first.

Put it down.

Lady, last time
I'm going to say it.

Drop the knife,
step away from the door.

He is a living divinity.

I have devoted and will continue

to devote...

Amanda, where is he?

Oh, he...
you're right on top of him.

He's... he's right there.

Wait.

OK!

OK, OK.

Santoso is now in custody.

He will be on a plane
back to the States

by the end of the week.

So that's that, then?

Yeah.

So where are you two gonna go?

I don't really know.

The church was our
only real family.

Our only support system.

Thank God
we still have each other.

Mm.

Well, the Bureau did
track down an uncle of yours

who now lives in Maryland.

- Uncle Lleyton?
- Yeah.

And he says that
you can stay with him

for as long as you want,
no strings attached.

And because of your help
in this case,

the United States is willing
to provide you guys passports

and relocation expenses.

I don't really know what to say.

Just say yes.

Yes.

So if you need anything at all,

you reach out, OK?

There is a life beyond this.
Remember.

Thank you.

Do you remember me, Pastor?

Aminah.

My sweet child.

Please help me...
- Hey! Sit down.

Sit down!

Shut up.

You're here to listen.
You got it?

Bakti Santoso...

I wanted to be the one
to let you know

you won't be going away
as some white-collar criminal,

but as a sexual predator.

Every voice you silenced
is a part of this.

Even the ones who never got a
chance to tell their own story.

This is for all of them.

This is for my daughter.

They are the reason why you
will never see the sun again.

No, no.

No.

Please, please!

I need your help.

I can't stay inside here!

Please!

Help me!

I can't breathe!
I can't breathe!

Hey, Ella.

Hey, baby.