All language subtitles for FBI International S04E21 - Herbivore Man (1) (Awafim.tv)

[upbeat rock music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Never to be undone ♪

♪ Everywhere she left
clearer skies ♪

[apprehensive music]

♪ ♪

- Can't believe
it's almost over.

- I know.

Couple of more exams, and my
baby girl is graduating.

- Yeah, well, I have to pass
those exams first,

so please don't jinx it.

How's the job hunt, Dad?

- You know, I got a few leads.

- That's great.
- Yeah.

- They'd be a fool
not to hire you.

- Listen, um...

I know things have been
a bit backwards,

with you helping to keep
the lights on here, but--

- Look, I told you
a hundred times,

it's no big deal.
- Okay.

- Plus I picked up a few extra
shifts at the restaurant.

- I'll just say thank you
and leave it at that.

Listen, you sure you can't
FaceTime with me?

'Cause I'd love to see
your face right now.

- Um, no,
I am a mess right now.

Uh...

anyway, I have to run
to study group.

- Listen, you keep it up, okay?

I'm really proud of you.

- Thanks, Dad.

Love you.

[phone chirps]

♪ ♪

[dance music playing]

♪ ♪

- And if future wifey found
out what you got up to tonight,

she'd be on the first boat
out of Dover.

- [chuckling]
Tight lips there, mates.

- [laughs]
- Here's to Julian, lads.

Happy wedding,
you absolute muppet.

[laughter]
all: Cheers!

♪ ♪

- Ah!

- Hello.
- Naomi!

Where have you been?

- I have a few
other parties here.

- No, where have you been
all my life?

If I wasn't about
to get hitched--

- Right, right.

But since you are,
let's celebrate.

You want bottle service, champagne?

- We're straight.
Thanks, love.

- Okay.

- I'm an absolute muppet!

[laughter and applause]

- Hey.

I was promised
a certain percentage

of these guys' drinks, but
they aren't buying anything.

- Remember our talk
from the other night?

Maybe you should try harder
to keep them entertained.

♪ ♪

- All right.

Naomi, yeah?

- Good memory, handsome.
You boys want to see a menu?

- Actually, I'm looking
for something off-menu.

Do you ever meet up with guests
after the do is over?

- I--I think I gave you
the wrong impression.

- Uh, I can make it
worth your while.

For the groom.

But me first,
just to sample the wares.

Come on.

It'll be fun.

♪ ♪

[keypad beeping]

[lock clicks]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

[retching and coughing]

♪ ♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Naomi Fearnley, American
citizen originally from Idaho.

[camera shutter clicks]

She's in Hungary
on a student visa.

- Who found her body?

- Julian Murray,
British tourist,

currently drying out.

Sounds like they planned
to meet here and hook up,

but you can see
how he found her.

- Or so he claims.

- Yeah.

- Any other witnesses?

- None so far.

- They're doing a rape kit, right?

- Yeah.

- His best man, Edmund,
set up the date for him.

Let's bring him in.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Did you catch this bruise?

- Yeah, HMP is saying

strangulation
presumed cause of death.

- No, this one.

It's more localized.
It's like singular hematoma.

- Could be an injection site.

- Nursing student
at Kovacs University.

What a way to go.

- All right.

What about cameras?
We got any of those?

- Just the CCTV
at the front of the building.

That's it.

Hey, uh, just a reminder.

This is my last shift
before I head out.

- Got it.
- [sighs]

Figure out what you're gonna do
about Dean and your sister yet?

- I'm working on it.

- Me and the mates were in town
for Julian's stag do.

That American bird was
working the club.

I asked her if she would be
interested in a bit of afters.

- Naomi.

Her name was Naomi.

- Naomi and I struck a deal.

I was going to have a shag
with her, and then Julian.

- So then why didn't your
boy Julian tell us this?

- Because Julian
was in the dark.

Our crew wanted to give him
one last romp

before he tied the knot.

He didn't know she was a pro.

- You're telling us
this American nursing student

was an escort?
- Yeah.

And it wasn't her first time
at the fair, either.

Gave me the doe-eyed act

trying to squeeze me
for more cash.

- Poor you.

- All right, so you showed up
at the hotel, and then what?

- I get there,
she was tied up.

Dead. [groans]

- You didn't think
to call the authorities

or give your friends
a heads-up?

- Mate, I was on Charlie
in Eastern Europe

with a dead prostitute.

Every bone in my body told me
not to contact the cops.

Look, you have to believe me.
I didn't do this!

Hey, wait!

Don't tell my wife.

- Oh, you've got bigger things
to worry about...

mate.

[tense music]

[door closes]

♪ ♪

- All right. Where are we at?

- Scotland Yard has
a few drunk and disorderlies

on this beacon
of English virtue,

but nothing that shouts killer.

- HMP did a full DNA sweep
of the room.

Unless Edmund was wearing
a hazmat suit,

it's clear he never
advanced past the threshold.

- So we're buying his story

that Naomi was
really an escort?

- 4.0 kid gets a full ride
to study in Europe

but ends up turning tricks--
make that make sense.

- I've been drilling down
on Naomi's finances.

Turns out her dad
recently lost his job,

so she's been sending
money back home.

Far more than
her actual paychecks.

- So we are buying
the escort story.

- Well, prostitution is
fully legal in Hungary,

with regulations
and mandatory permits.

- Why wasn't Naomi's
name immediately

flagged in the system?

- Because she didn't have
any of the certifications.

And she scrubbed all evidence
off her phone and laptop, too,

almost like she didn't want

anyone to know what
she was doing.

- Her boss might have an idea.
Borbála Barta.

club promoter,
event specialist,

and self-professed
female nightlife liaison.

- Huh.
"Pimp" might save some words.

- Her company's rebranded
and folded six times

in the past five years,

always due to allegations
of solicitation.

- But I thought prostitution
was fair game in Hungary.

- Yes, but pimps
and brothels are not.

Looks like Naomi spent
ten months at Borbála's club

as a hostess--at least
that was her job title.

She might have been asked

to keep the clientele happy
in other ways.

- Okay.

Cam, Andre, go find out how
deep this lady stepped in it.

[dance music playing]

♪ ♪

- So, GS-14.

The panel makes
its selection next week.

You feeling good?

- Yeah.

I think my application
went well.

- What?

What is it?

- I don't know, I feel like

it's made things weird
between us.

I don't wanna lose you
as a friend.

- Hey, friends afterwards.

We shook on that, remember?
- Yeah.

Well, we hugged, actually.

- [chuckles]
Ah, you're right.

Let's double tap it.

Friends afterwards.
I mean that, Cam.

- Me too.

Thanks, Andre.

[crowd cheering]

- Hey, there she is.

♪ ♪

Borbála Barta?

I'm Special Agent Raines.

This is Special Agent Vo
with the FBI.

- Don't even try it.

My licenses are all up to date

and you can't review my books
without a warrant.

- Naomi Fearnley.

- Why are you asking?

- We found her dead in
a hotel room last night.

- I told that girl
to protect herself,

but she wouldn't listen.

- She worked for you?

- You mean was I her pimp?

- Were you?

- I retired
from that profession.

What my employees do here
at their own time

is their business.

- Which just so happens to be

great for your club's business,
I bet.

- Perhaps I encouraged
the girls to be flexible

in how they earn their tips.

- I understand that
you have issues with cops.

- [scoffs]

- But we are just here
trying to figure out

who did this to Naomi.
Please help us.

- I spoke with Naomi
the other night.

She said she had another
client before the Brits.

- Any idea who that client was?

- I just know it wasn't
anyone from my club.

- Because you'd be
implicated if it was.

- Maybe for once,
the truth works in my favor.

Girls these days use
this Hungarian website

to find their johns.

[sighs]

I had a version
of this conversation

more times than I can count.

One of these days,
I hope it will be the last.

[soft suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Naomi's profile lists
no medical screenings,

no deposit, or ID requirements.

No protections.

- She was doing a modern-day
version of streetwalking.

- Celeste, any luck breaking
into her online escort profile?

- Nope, we are
batting zero so far.

- If Naomi had logged in
on her phone,

it should have stored a token
or cached her credentials.

- That's why we think Naomi
might have had a second phone.

- Uh, this is odd.

I was just adding something

to our
case management platform.

Take a look at this.

- A request for information EC?
- Yeah.

Another law enforcement agency

has been querying
our case files.

- A legat has to sign off
on that, though, right?

Can we trace the request?

[suspenseful music]

- It's coming from Japan.

♪

- I apologize
for arriving uninvited,

but Legat Connolly
offered me his credentials.

- Agent Wes Mitchell.

- Detective Reiko Isokawa,
Tokyo Metropolitan Police.

I believe we're both
looking for the same killer.

♪ ♪

- So the same
killer is operating

in Budapest and Tokyo?

- Do you have a login so
I can share my case files?

- I can just sync you up.

[tense music]

Thanks.

♪ ♪

We're all synced up here.

- All right, Detective,
why don't you take it away?

- Our victim zero surfaced
11 months ago.

Sakura Ichikawa,
a Japanese national

who was working at a kyabakura,
a hostess bar.

Her body was found dumped,
her wrists bound.

Our investigation
soon uncovered

she was also a sex worker
on the side.

- Well, even if the
case details align,

I mean, these murders, they
happened 5,000 miles apart.

- They don't just align.

They're identical, down to the
specific binding knot used.

- So that must be
how Naomi's death

turned up on Japan's radar.

- Yes.

- As much as I'd like for us
to lock arms on this one,

I think the last thing we need
is a jurisdictional tug-of-war.

- Which is why I'm here
to assist your case,

not lay claim to it.

Japan understands that Budapest
belongs to the Fly Team,

and the FBI will run point.

- Great.
Then we're in business.

- My team has long suspected a
foreigner might be responsible.

Naomi Fearnley's tragic murder
confirms it was a Hungarian.

- And you're sure
our perp isn't Japanese?

- Yes. Our forensics
gave us a critical lead.

Flax fibers
in Sakura's bindings.

Flax fabric isn't
found in Japan,

but is manufactured throughout
Europe, primarily in Hungary.

- Mm, not a slam dunk,
as we say.

- All right, we're going to
start putting together

a list of Hungarians
who traveled to Tokyo

at the time of the murder.

- I already have one.

- Great.
Vo, Smitty, you run with that.

- We'll make some calls.

- Detective,
let's chat in my office.

So is this is your first time
in Hungary?

- It is.

- And how long were
you with Tokyo PD?

- A decade.

Spent two years on patrol

before transitioning
to Missing Persons.

Made detective with Homicide
in 2020.

- I think you speak
better English than me.

- [chuckles]

I attended an international
high school in Tokyo,

then spent two years in London
during college.

Miss the pubs,
not the breakfast.

- Don't tell Smitty.

- Naomi's dad just arrived.

- Me and Andre will take it.

♪ ♪

- The notification.

So hard.

- Yeah.

- Sorrow...

guilt...

haji.

- What's that?

- Shame.

♪ ♪

[approaching footsteps]

- Mr. Fernley, the FBI offers
its sincerest condolences.

- Where's my daughter's body?

- I understand
you want to get Naomi home.

We want that, too, but we're
waiting on the autopsy.

- Do either of you
have a daughter?

- I do.

- Then I pray you never
have to go through

what I'm going through.

- I am very sorry, sir.

- Why would somebody
do this to my girl?

Her life was about
helping people.

Naomi would never do
anything to anyone.

- Did she mention any threats,

anyone she was having
problems with?

- No.

It was about school
and waitressing for her.

- Mr. Fernley, please.

Did anyone tell you...

what she was doing when
she was killed?

[somber music]

- What are we talking about?

♪

- Naomi had been involved
in sex work, Mr. Fernley.

She was an escort.

- No.

How long?

- Ten months.

- Ever since I lost my job...

Yeah, I failed my baby.

And I should have--

I should have been there,
done something.

I failed my little girl.

♪ ♪

- Naomi didn't have two phones,

but two profiles
on the same device.

See? Hidden OS--two different
identities under one hood.

- Just like Naomi herself.

- One sec.

[suspenseful music]

All right, I'm in.

I've got access
to Naomi's escort account.

- Great. Okay, keep going down.

Right there.

That's from the day
of the murder.

- This must be the murderer.

Naomi told him to meet her

at that same hotel room
at 12:30 a.m.

- Which corresponds with
the time-of-death window.

- Anything to pull
from his profile?

- Nope. No photo, no metadata.

But since the site is trying to
dodge any pimping allegations,

I bet their backend logs
are clean.

- Yeah, I can track down
the connected network

where the messages were
sent from.

The message was sent from
a golf club outside the city.

- So whoever messaged Naomi

was at the golf club
a few days ago.

I'll go check it out.

- I'll field that lead
with you.

If that's okay.

- Sure.

♪ ♪

- Do you golf?
- Oh, no.

Agent Mitchell does, though.

If you ask him, he's going
to tell you all about it.

Hi.
- Hi.

- FBI.
- Tokyo Metropolitan.

- How can I help?

- We're looking
for a list of guests

who visited two days ago.

- Of course.
Give me a minute.

- Thank you.

They're Japanese, right?

- Correct. Businessmen.

More and more industries

have been shifting
manufacturing to Hungary.

And board members travel with.

- Huh. It seems in order
to be successful in Japan,

you need a Y chromosome.

- I don't think Japan is unique
in that respect.

- Mm.

- How did you successfully
climb the mountain

at such a young age?

- Mm, not without
a little rebellion

and a lot of resiliency.

[both chuckle]

How about you?

Is law enforcement in Japan
a boy's club too?

- It is.
- Mm-hmm.

- We have a proverb in Japan.

The nail that sticks out
gets hammered down.

- Paints a picture.
- Yeah.

Especially fitting as a woman.

- Mm-hmm.

- Must assimilate,

do whatever is asked
to fit your role.

Do that,
or the hammer will find you.

- Mm.
- Excuse me.

Our guest list
from two days ago.

- These are all Japanese names.

- There must be some mistake.

We're looking
for a Hungarian male.

- Golf isn't popular
among locals.

Most Hungarians here
are employees.

In my next life, I wish I come
back as a Japanese businessman.

- Then we're going
to need a list

of employees working that day.

♪ ♪

- What if the killer
wasn't Hungarian?

Because you assumed that
the murderer had traveled

from Europe to Japan, right?

But what if it's the reverse?

What if a Japanese killer
traveled here?

- An interesting theory.

But the bindings came
from this country,

as did the killer, Agent Vo.

- Hmm.

- Postmortem just came in.

Naomi didn't die
from strangulation,

but from the injection,

overdosing
on a powerful sedative

called chloral hydrate.

- I'm guessing you
can't find that at CVS.

- You can't find it
at most hospitals,

though a few
Hungarian companies

utilize it industrially.

- Okay, what about
Japanese companies

with ties to Budapest?

- One.
Nakamura Advanced Materials.

They're based in Tokyo,
but they manufacture

various plastics and resins
here in Budapest.

- Okay, cross-reference
that against

the client list that Cam sent
over from the golf course.

- I'm on it.

Uh, I don't have
an exact head count,

but it looks like
all the executives,

senior managers,
and board members

all had corporate memberships.

- We dug a bit deeper into
the knot used on Naomi.

Turns out it has another name.
A hojojutsu knot.

- That sounds
pretty damn Japanese.

- Yeah, it's a technique
the samurai would use

to restrain their prisoners.

- Tokyo got this wrong.

We should be looking
for a Japanese suspect.

- I thought the presence
of flax fiber in the bindings

ruled out that possibility.

- Not if it's someone that's
traveling back and forth,

like, say,
a Japanese businessman

who's working in Hungary.

- He could have even
sourced the rope here

to throw off the Tokyo cops.

- I'm going to talk
to Detective Isokawa.

I'm done with the formalities.

- Agent Mitchell,
this is my superior.

- Superintendent Kosuke Kubo,
Tokyo Metropolitan Police.

- Welcome to Budapest,
Superintendent.

Did you just get here?

- Not quite.

Please, Agent Mitchell,
join us.

In Japanese culture,

it is customary to discuss
business over dinner.

- Is that why I feel like

I'm walking into
a hostile takeover?

- I assure you, Agent Mitchell,
this case belongs to the FBI,

though we have much to discuss.

We have identified suspects

that you should move
to the top of your list.

Hungarian suspects.

- Just for my own clarity,
when did you say you got here?

- At the same time
as Detective Isokawa.

- Oh, you've been here
this whole time?

- That's right.

Tokyo Metropolitan has
set up a temporary outpost

with the Hungarian
National Police.

It's purely for support, should
Detective Isokawa require it.

- This is great work
by you and your team.

- And I understand you
had some information

to share with us, the reason
you called this meeting.

- No, no, no.
Not anymore. Not after this.

- Tokyo wouldn't
have solved this

without the Fly Team's
diligence.

I trust you will show
that same diligence

in apprehending
one of these suspects.

- Definitely.

I'm going to share
this with my team right away,

actually, if you'd excuse me,
Superintendent.

Detective.

- Agent Mitchell.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Wes.

- Amanda,
what would it take for us

to have a look at Tokyo's case
file on their previous victim?

- Assuming they are
on a blank server,

we're looking at a ZTNA,

a backdoor
to their local network.

- Sounds good.

I don't want
to show them our hand

till I've seen theirs,
you get me?

- I will have something
as soon as I can.

- Okay, I'll check in
with you when I get in.

- Hey.

Here's what I dug up
from Japan's database.

♪ ♪

- Hey.

Come on in, Detective Isokawa.

Reiko...

I think it's time
you play your cards face-up.

- I don't follow.

- You're chasing a
Japanese serial killer with...

at least five American victims
in Tokyo.

Why have you been lying to me?

- You had no right.
Those files are classified.

- Not anymore.

There's 12 total victims here,
by my count.

It's all in the file.

- Yes, I wrote
those case files,

and if you are as
well-read as you claim,

you know those five Americans
are considered missing persons.

- Missing from hostess bars

months without any sign of life
from any of them?

Are you a trained investigator?

- Our theory is that these
women intentionally disappeared

to stay in Tokyo after their
tourist visas expired.

- They're not missing,
their bodies are missing!

- So you think this is
all some grand conspiracy?

- I think the world can't know

you have
a Japanese serial killer,

so you come here and you sic
the FBI on a Hungarian patsy.

- Are we concerned about
the image of our country?

Any country would be.

- Is that your superintendent
talking, or is that you?

♪ ♪

Look, I know
we all have our orders,

and your boss is
breathing down your neck.

And you're stuck right now

between doing what you're told
and doing what's right.

[soft suspenseful music]

Let me ask you something.

How much do you trust
your higher-ups?

♪ ♪

What if they just keep
looking the other way

and another Japanese woman
gets killed?

You want to protect
your country?

Help me get the real killer
off the street.

Tell me what you know.

♪ ♪

- In Tokyo, he would stalk
his targets at hostess clubs.

My team has pinpointed
an analog here in Budapest,

a space frequented
by Asian businessmen,

the Lhasa Club.

- Based on Naomi's phone's GPS,

she was at that same club
the night before her death.

That must be where
the killer spotted her.

- Right, so he goes to the club

with the other suits
from his company,

he clocks Naomi
as a sex worker,

and then he sets up a meeting
on the escort site.

- I hate to say it,

but guys like this
tend to go back for seconds.

- Our Behavior unit
also believes

he'll strike again here.

- Then we need to give him
the exact same setup

to draw him out.
- Cam's right.

We give him a vulnerable face
at the club,

one with an ad on the escort
site just like Naomi.

- If we retrace her steps,
we can lure him out.

- How do we know
he hasn't already

picked out his next mark?

- We don't.

But if we dangle an easy enough
target, then he might bite.

- Yeah, but it's too dangerous
to put a civilian sex worker

on his warpath.

- HMP has a Vice division.

They'll have an undercover
female officer we can use.

- Okay. Let's make the call.

- So you knew about this all
along but didn't say anything?

Why?

- In Japan, we must do

whatever is asked
to serve our role, Agent Booth.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Officer Baka.
- Officer Arany.

- You're really
saving our asses here.

- You've all been briefed?
- Yes, ma'am.

While your team
is on pickup duty,

we make ourselves visible
and lure him in.

- We call it
a Vénusz légycsapója.

- Venus flytrap.
- All right. Let's roll.

[computer chimes]

- Wes, check this out.

- It's him. It's the same
profile that messaged Naomi.

- The message was sent
from inside the club.

- Mm.

Ty, set up at the hotel.
Send the address.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Let's set the hook.

Hold up.

We got a bogey right there
coming down the stairs.

[static buzzes]
- [speaking Hungarian]

- Subject's on the move.

Move!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[person screams]

- Watch out, watch out!

[tires squealing]

Move, move!

[car horns honk]

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

♪ ♪

No, no! Come here!

- Kenzo Takeyama, junior exec
at Nakamura Advanced Materials,

a subsidiary of his family's
company, the Takeyama Group.

- What's up, Reiko?

- The Takeyamas are
modern-day royalty in Japan.

Real estate
and business magnates.

[sighs] This could get very
delicate with my supervisors.

- Too bad.

- Okay, what's this guy's deal?

- From what I've read,

he's seen
as the family's black sheep.

Poor academics, no ambition.

- Good thing Mommy and Daddy
gave him an executive job.

- Kenzo is also
what's considered

a soshoku-kei danshi,
an herbivore man,

someone who consciously
disengages from sex

and romantic relationships.

- Herbivore man.
Wow, what a term.

You guys really nailed it
on that one.

- A guy like that, we're sure
he's behind all this?

- Andre has a point.

Not to mention, his history
of lazy incompetence

doesn't exactly fit.
[notification chimes]

- Being an herbivore man
is a phase.

Doesn't mean it's forever.

Perhaps something or someone
woke him up.

- HMP just searched
Takeyama's hotel room

and found phials
of chloral hydrate.

- This is our guy.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Never seen this woman.

- We have your cell phone,
Kenzo.

We know you were there,
that you messaged Naomi

and set up the meeting
which led to her death.

♪ ♪

- There are five missing
American women in Tokyo.

Did you kill them too?

- It's in your best interest
to work with us, Kenzo.

- Japan appreciates
the FBI's involvement,

but Mr. Takeyama's case

will be handled by
Tokyo Metropolitan now.

- What are you talking about?

- Please escort Mr. Takeyama
out of the interrogation room.

♪ ♪

[handcuffs click]

- [labored breathing]

- Oh. Hey, hey, move.
Call the medic.

No, no, no, no, no!

- Hey, guys,
we need some help in here.

- Come on, come on, come on!

Where's the medic?

- [shouting in Japanese]

- No!

Come on! [groans]

♪

- He smuggled something in
on his jacket button.

[sighs]
That's got to be cyanide.

♪ ♪

- This suicide was his version
of a seppuku,

a self-immolation.

He's trying to preserve
his family's honor.

At least it's over,
Agent Mitchell.

- It's not over for the victims
and their families.

They'll never know what
happened to their sisters

and their daughters.

- Hey. You need to see this.

Smitty and I have been
combing through Tokyo's files.

There are inconsistencies
between Naomi's case

and some of the
Japanese victims.

- Namely?

- The Japanese victims
who survived

were expertly drugged,
but Naomi,

her injection was sloppy.

That's why she overdosed.

- Wes, there are
conflicting reports on this,

but a few Japanese women
identified their attacker

as being in his 50s or 60s.

Takeyama was only 28.

- We think we're looking
at two different killers.

- When Takeyama was arrested,

we uncovered
his double life online.

He was an active member
of a so-called dark fiction

forum called NONEXIST.

This is where
he posted his fantasies

under the guise
of creative fiction.

- This is where
it gets interesting.

Takeyama built a rapport with
a poster named Okamoto6720,

who offered him
thinly veiled guidance

on how to commit these crimes.

- So this keyboard warrior was
giving Takeyama a blueprint

on how to turn his fantasies
into a reality?

- Yes.

Until about a year ago, when
they stopped communicating.

[tense music]

- They didn't stop.
They just took it offline.

It's not two different killers.
It's a--it's a dyad.

Um, so if Takeyama
is an herbivore man,

he's a beta with
a dependent personality, right?

He's been living
in his mom's basement,

eating Cheetos this whole time.

He couldn't have
pulled this off.

He needed an alpha
pulling the strings.

It's like, uh,
Charles Ng and Leonard Lake.

- Back in Tokyo, Takeyama and
Okamoto were working together,

but Takeyama was here
riding solo on a business trip.

And then he went off-script, right?

- I mean, maybe he's trying
to impress his alpha,

but he messes up.

He kills Naomi,

he leaves her body,
puts us on the trail.

- So whoever Okamoto6720 is,

he's our mastermind
and our second killer.

- Amanda, can you
get a location

off this guy from his post?

- We've been trying,

but we can't get anything
more than a city.

Tokyo.

- We can't let
this second killer get away.

- I'll talk
to Superintendent Kubo.

No promises.

- Oh, hey.

They finally
liquidated Naomi's accounts.

She's cleared for repatriation.

♪ ♪

- Okay, almost there.

So that'll pass Naomi's assets
over to your estate.

And then last thing.

This is the invoice

to transport Naomi back home

through the repatriation
service.

- Wow.

[somber music]

All of that,

everything she did,
and she didn't know

that she was just paying
for her own trip home.

♪ ♪

- Lewis, one of the guys
that did this is dead.

And we're not going to stop

until the other one's
in custody.

I promise you that.

- Right.

But it won't bring
my baby girl back.

♪ ♪

[sobbing softly]

[notification chimes]

- Hey.
How'd it go with the dad?

Don't--don't answer that.
I don't even know why I asked.

- Yeah, it was a tough one.

- Just got a notification.

FinCEN flagged Dean
catching a flight to the UK.

- You're kidding me.
- No.

Just when the hard work was
going to start for him too.

I guess he had
some pen pal lady

that he was talking to
while he was locked up.

So much for doing right
by his daughter.

- Mm.

Well, Dean's not the only one
taking off today.

- That's today?
- Yeah. I just got the brief.

WFO has a high-value target
in custody,

ties to a suspected
terrorist cell.

They want me as QB1.

- Oh, they want you for QB1?

- Yeah, they do.
- [chuckles]

- Did you have anything
to do with this?

- Don't know what
you're talking about.

You got a flight to catch.
- Yeah.

Hey, listen.

Dean's a lost cause.

We're in agreement.

But you've got a sister
out there now.

Who doesn't have a dad.

[soft music]

- Uh-huh.

Hey.

Knock 'em dead out there.

Catch you on the next one.

- Thank you for everything.

I mean it.

♪ ♪

- I spoke with my
superintendent.

- And?

- Apparently,
I made a compelling case.

[peaceful music playing]

♪ ♪

- One of you can come.

But understand in Tokyo,

the rules operate differently
than here.

Japan will have
all final decisions.

- Only makes sense.

- If you don't already know how
to conduct yourself in Tokyo,

I will cover your afternoon tea

and Detective Isokawa
can give you a full appraisal

of our expectations
and protocols.

- That sounds good.

- [speaks Japanese]

- What'd he say?

- It's my ass.
- [chuckles]

- Are we done talking business?

Because, whew,
I could use a drink.

- Great idea.

Can we get two beers?

[phone ringing]

- Oh, guys?

[suspenseful music]

Hey, Wes, what's the update?

- I'm headed to Tokyo.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]

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