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[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]

- [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]