All language subtitles for CIA.2026.S01E10.1080p.10bit.WEBRip.6CH.x265.HEVC-PSA

[funky music]

♪ ♪

[tires screech]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Been back down ♪

♪ Keep on getting ♪

♪ I can't win a nickel back

♪ Can't pay my taxes

♪ Can't make a living ♪

♪ I ain't got nothing yet ♪

♪ Dirty money ♪

♪ Dirty money ♪

♪ Dirty, dirty money ♪

♪ Dirty, dirty, dirty money ♪

[elevator dings]
♪ Dirty money, dirty money ♪

♪ Dirty, dirty money

- ♪ Dirty, dirty,
dirty money ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, dirty, dirty,
dirty money ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Got to have
that dirty money ♪

♪ Hee-hee,
come on, huh! ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, you got to have that
dirty money, y'all ♪

[Latin-tinged music]

♪ ♪

- [singing in Spanish]

- Señor Padilla.

♪ ♪

- Mmm, perfecto.

- Sparkling?
- You?

Or the champagne?

- Oh, you're too kind.

♪ ♪

So...

- Do you want to see it?

- Yes.

♪ ♪

Oh, wow.

- [chuckles]

- Wow.

- Ah, tah, tah, tah.

There's been a change in plans.

- We're not here celebrating?

- I'm taking all the risk.

- And I'm putting it together.

- I want a larger piece.

Half of your commission.

That is my new offer.

♪

[scoffs]

♪

[engine roars]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- So what, you've been on
this mole hunt since day one?

- Call it day two.
- [scoffs]

- FBI counterintelligence has
evidence a mole is operating

out of New York Station.

- Oh, well,
I agree with the FBI.

- There's a first.

- And you really thought
it was me?

- Can you blame me?

- Not really.

It's bigger than just
New York, though.

I think this mole operation
is responsible for Toni's death

in the Philippines.

- Mole operation? You think
there's more than one?

- Yeah.

There was a private
security firm running moles

all over the globe, and we were
close to exposing them.

- Private security firm,
meaning Pyramid?

- Yeah.
[phone buzzes]

They're behind this somehow.

- Nikki?

- She wants us at the station.

- I've got to change
my clothes first.

- Yeah, you do.

You can't walk up there
looking like Action Man.

- Thank you.

- Hey, you know, uh,

we really shouldn't walk in
at the same time.

- Yeah, maybe we should
just tell everyone

we're working
the mole hunt together.

- Are you joking?

You're joking.
Funny.

- But you're right.

We should, uh, step wisely
from here on out.

- Yeah.

- Should I--
- No, I'll go in first.

Nikki.
- Mm.

- Gina, this better be worth
getting out of bed for.

- Oh, it is.

All right,
we've got Mario Padilla.

He's a Honduran
foreign minister.

Witnesses say--
- Oh, oh, wait, wait, wait.

We've got a straggler.

Bill, glad you could make it.
- Hello.

We've got Mario Padilla,
Honduran foreign minister.

Witnesses say that he was
walking out of a nightclub

and got slammed by a garbage
truck rounding the corner.

- NYPD has established
a crime scene.

- Well, shouldn't Diplomatic
Services be handling this?

- Oh, they would, if they knew
that he was in the U.S.

- He slipped into the country
under a fake name,

fake passport.

The Honduran consulate
didn't even know he was here.

- Do we believe them?

- We don't believe anyone,
as a rule.

- Right,
so you think he's a spy.

In which case, it's likely that
garbage truck wasn't a vehicle.

It was a murder weapon.

- I think we need more intel.

Why was he here?
Who was he meeting?

Who knew he was meeting
who he was meeting?

- I'll hit up my assets
in Honduras.

Talk to the Embassies.
- Before you do that.

Let's not forget
there's a dead body.

We do have a crime scene
to work.

- OK, what's your point?

- It's surprising how much
information you can learn

when you take the case
and follow the clues.

- Are you suggesting
we do some good,

old-fashioned police work?

- I'm suggesting this time,
we do it my way.

[tense music]

[siren wailing]

- Thank you.

Any chance you can get me one
of those nice, shiny badges?

- You think I'd trust you
with FBI creds?

[indistinct radio chatter]

Hey, if you're gonna
tamper with evidence,

can you at least be
a little more discreet?

- Hey, hey!

What the hell's going on here?

- FBI.

- Dead body in my precinct,

NYPD runs point.

- It's not just a dead body.

This man's a foreign national
with diplomatic immunity.

That makes it
federal jurisdiction.

- Vienna Convention,
all that jazz.

- Well, who the hell are you?

- Hey, look,
we're taking the lead.

So why don't we drop
the turf war

and you just skip ahead
and tell us what you know?

- We have some footage.

- Oh.

- Truck rams him,

keeps going,
takes a left on Division,

then we lose it.

- I know where
we're going first,

Gowanus Carting.

- I've got two units
at the yard

waiting for the driver's shift
to end.

- Yeah, and what time is that?

Thank you.

- I don't think he likes you.

- Look alive.

[brakes squeal]

- Hi, Bobby.

- I ain't do nothing.
- Oh, yeah?

So you routinely kill
pedestrians and keep driving?

I got your truck on camera
mowing down a guy in Brooklyn.

- Whoa, whoa, hit-and-run?
Nah, man.

Oh, so my forensics team's not
gonna find the dead guy's DNA

all over this stuffy?

- That wasn't me.

You can't pin that on me.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Wasn't you, Bobby?

You want to talk us
through that?

- This is where
you help yourself.

- Last night,
I get a call on my cell.

Guy tells me
he'll give me two grand

to let him use my truck.

- What,
and you just trusted him?

- I said show me the money.

He sends me to a drop box
down the street.

I take the cash.
Leave the keys. That's it.

- OK.

Then what?

- A couple of hours ago,
another call.

They tell me where
they parked the truck.

I pick it up.

- OK, well, we're gonna need
that cash for evidence.

- Lost it.

- Come again?

- Poker game.
- [chuckles]

- You got to be kidding me.

- Downtown loft.
I was there all night.

- Is it still going on?
- Yeah.

- Write down the address.

- Hey.

This isn't a hit-and-run.
It's a hit.

I mean, mystery callers,
cash drops.

- Yeah, what I'm wondering,
does it have something to do

with the rocks
you stole off that vic's body?

- Well,

I don't think that
these are rocks, Bill,

but I do think you might
be on to something.

[tense music]

- Morning.
- Good morning.

[keyboard clacking]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Zeeb,

did you see anyone
at my desk this morning?

- Uh, no, why?

- Just wondering.

♪ ♪

- Hey, is that, uh,
mineral analysis back yet?

- Oh, Zeeb's on it.

- OK, well,
whenever he's ready, huh.

- Yeah. Um...

Nikki,

are you aware of an op
in Red Lodge?

- What?

- Oh, it's like a small town
in Montana, Carbon County.

- Yeah,
I know where it is, Gina.

- I went to log on
this morning,

and someone must have
had access to my terminal,

because there were SAT images
pulled up of--

it looked like
some sort of cabin.

- Damn it, Colin.

- Colin?
- Yeah.

- Why would he be
on my terminal?

- It's a test.

- I don't under--
- Have you ever been

to Red Lodge, Gina?

- No.

- So if I pulled the file,
it wouldn't show differently?

- I--Nikki, I swear,

I've never been
to Red Lodge, Montana.

Why is Colin testing me?

- Well, maybe it's not you
he's testing.

[knock at door]

- Rock update.

- I'll come to you.

- OK, it's fine.

I'll report the breach
and pull the IP logs.

- No, you won't.

Um, not a word, huh,
writing or otherwise.

- OK, what about Colin?

- Especially not to Colin.

Just forget about Red Lodge
and the entire state of Montana

if you have to.

I don't want to hear about it
ever again.

♪ ♪

[keyboard clacking]

- Oh, Colin.

You were right.

The rocks that you took,
they're neodymium,

the crown jewel of the rare
earth minerals.

- Backbone
of the tech industry,

everything from phones,
missiles, to EVs.

- Yup, if it moves,
if it connects.

If it kills, they're using it.

- It's like finding oil in the
Middle East all over again.

- Yeah, the Chinese control
70% of the trade.

So if someone else steps in,

it shifts the balance of power
overnight.

- China loosens its chokehold,
coups, proxy wars,

it's an arms race
for these minerals.

- This isn't about mining.

It's about geopolitical power
and control.

- That's a very fancy way of
saying motive for this hit.

- Yeah, thanks very much, Bill.

I'm on fire today.

- You are. You found the rocks.

We all know
you found the rocks.

Is there neodymium in Honduras?

- You think Padilla was here
with a sample of a new find?

- There's no formal record
of it.

But so much
of the country's unexplored.

I mean, mountains, valleys,
there's forests.

- Have we ID'd the driver
who ran Padilla over?

- Yes, so--

if you look right here,

Padilla exits,
garbage truck slams on the gas,

hits him, takes off.

- Yeah, and then CCTV picks up

the masked driver
getting out of the truck

a few blocks south,

and getting into a black sedan
with ghost plates,

and then we lose them
going northbound.

- So someone was watching
this guy inside the bar

to signal to the driver, right?

- Witnesses saw Padilla
at the bar with a woman.

- No cameras inside to ID her
to my knowledge.

- All right.

Well, bar owners tend to
clam up without a warrant.

- You want me to cuff him,
read him his rights?

- I think I have a better idea.

- Love to help.

Like I said, camera only points
at the register.

- Well, it wouldn't hurt
if I took a look.

- And even that
camera's broken.

I wish I could help.

- [American accent]
Hey, hey, buddy,

is this your place?

How come nobody checked
those kids' IDs over there?

- Who the hell are you?
- State Liquor Authority.

And that table,
all underage, fake IDs.

You got Florida, Iowa,
Mumbai Rail Transit.

I mean, come on, you want
to bet that's not a thing?

- Well, we usually check,
so I don't know.

- You usually check.

He usually checks.
[chuckles]

- Hey, pal, I was here first.

Take a walk.

Go on.
- All right, OK.

All right
You're a lucky man.

You clean your act up,
or I'll close this place down.

- You owe me.

How about that video?

- Well, it really is busted,
but I--

I remember the lady
he was with.

Yeah, she was memorable,

out of his league.

Um, she ordered
vintage champagne.

And she's buying.

And then she gets ticked off,
she leaves,

and then five minutes later,
he goes outside,

and he's flying
through the air.

- She was buying?

Cash?

- Credit.

And, uh, she was so mad

that she never closed her tab.

- Is that right?

- I usually hold on to these
for a few days,

you know, before I cut them up.

- Hey, no kidding.

My lucky day.

Angeline Bison?

Agent Bill Goodman.

- Oh, I saw it online.

I mean, it happened
right after our drink.

It's horrible.

- Yeah, were you two friends?

- No, I barely knew him.

Let's go to my office.

My family owns a logistics
company, import/export,

and Mr. Padilla
had some questions.

- He was a client?

- More of a prospect.

- Bit late at night
for a prospective meeting,

wouldn't you say?

- Well, I love
my international clients,

so I'm always up for whatever.

- Oh, and they say nothing good
ever happens after midnight.

- Well, you'd be surprised.

- You said he had questions?

- Yes.

- OK, well,

blink twice if it's anything
to do with this.

[tense music]

- This wasn't an accident,
was it?

- No.

- He showed up here
three months ago,

told me he and his partners

were excavating massive yields
of neodymium.

He needed guidance on how to
quietly navigate the market.

- To avoid tipping off
the Chinese?

- Among others.

I mean, last night was
to be a celebration,

but instead, he demanded
a 50% cut of our commission

for himself on the side.

So I walked.

- Walked from all that money?

- It's a negotiating tactic,

and I knew he needed us.

If--hf he hadn't gone greedy,

I might have been on the street
with him.

- You, uh--
you said he had partners?

- Yes, two.

He said they were influential
men from south of the border.

We were actually supposed
to meet in a few days,

but I don't think
that's happening now.

- No, I don't think so either.

- So if we choose
to believe her,

Padilla and his people
found rare earth deposits

in Honduras,

then he sneaks into the
country under a false name.

- Low profile.

He knew that if word got out
about their find,

bigger players would crowd in.

Him and his people
would get pushed out.

- Colin said that he was
demanding a bigger commission

from Bison.
- Mm-hmm.

- Maybe his partners found out

and killed him
for being greedy.

- Yeah, or they're next
on the list,

I mean, whoever they are.

- Get with Zeeb,

contact the FISA Court.

Get his phone logs.
- Yeah, on it.

- Zeeb, Gina, are we any closer
to finding Padilla's partners?

- His phone is encrypted,

so we couldn't access
his calls or texts,

but we're looking at
his locations now.

- And how are we
going about that?

- Reverse engineering
through the cell towers,

like breadcrumbs.

Look, you see those green dots?

Those are the cell towers
that pinged

the moment that Padilla
landed at JFK last week.

And--

oh, wait a second.

What--what are those red
clusters that--

it's Midtown and Soho.

[dramatic music]

- Is that shadow surveillance?

- Walk me through it.

- OK, so you're on the street,
and you make a phone call,

your phone connects
to the first cell tower

that it's closest to, right?

- But these towers
in Midtown and Soho are fake.

- Like a modified Stingray.

We've seen them at the FBI,

hardware that connects to
and impersonates cell towers.

Phone can't tell
the difference.

- Yeah, it pings your location
and then funnels all texts

and calls through it.

- So whoever deployed them

could track
their exact location.

- There's only one team I know
of that could pull off

such a sophisticated operation.

- And who is that?

- The NSA.

[tense music]

- What are we saying?

Someone at the NSA tracked
Padilla and took him out?

I-I'm just saying that someone
with high-end NSA clearance

could pull this off
without getting detected.

- Well, Bill, looks like
this is where your case ends

and my op begins.

- Robert Davis?
- Yeah.

I heard about you guys
from two other site chiefs

in the building.

You're making the rounds, huh?

- Yeah, you're our fourth
this morning, lot of floors.

- A lot of programmers.

Over 300 on this floor alone.

- No kidding.

- So, uh,

what's this I'm hearing about,
uh, shadow surveillance?

Hmm.

Yeah, this, uh--

this does look like
some sort of a--

I don't know, hybrid Stingray.

How'd you guys find this?

- Oh, that's classified,
I'm afraid.

But it does all triangulate
back here.

So we're hoping you and
some of your colleagues

can help us locate whoever
could have set this off.

- In here?
- Yeah.

- No, no, no, no, no,
any data breach in NSA,

that would be huge.

No much more likely,
it's someone trying

to make it look that way.

W-we're constantly fighting
invisible cyber wars--

hackers from Russia,
China, North Korea

ready to steal and deploy
all the metadata

we gather and store

to then use it against you.

That's my job, also,
to protect you from them.

- Oh, I'm surprised
you don't see the irony

in that statement, Robert.

- OK, so you weren't hacked.

Is it possible
you have a bad actor?

- I hope to God not.

♪ ♪

Just in case,
I will personally start

an investigation into this.

And if this happened in-house,
I will track it down.

But, uh,

most likely,

you just got bad intel.

So even if somebody
on your team

thinks it happened in here,

they're probably wrong.

♪ ♪

- OK, the Chinese stand to lose
the most here.

So what?

A hacker from MSS breaks in,
tracks Padilla,

and hires a local hit team?

- What, takes out a diplomat
in downtown Manhattan?

That's pretty loud.

The Chinese are usually
far more subtle.

- All right, so wha--
who else then?

I mean, Davis seemed pretty
sure it wasn't one of his guys.

- Well, I don't think
he'd be straight with us,

even if he knew.

He seemed to be under
a lot of stress.

Did you notice that thing
with his watch?

- He's hours away from
chewing through that band.

- Yeah, well,
I've seen that once before.

In Egypt, we were questioning
this woman.

And she chewed through her
fingers right down to the nub.

The house shrink called it
stress-induced panic disorder.

- Thanks for that.

Well, I'm guessing
he's looking into us right now,

so we should probably
look into him.

- Both Colin and Bill think
Davis is involved.

What do we know about him?

- Pedigree's clean.

Navy vet, NSA,
780 credit score.

I mean, the guy even married
his high school sweetheart,

and they
have a 10-year-old daughter.

- But he's been acting erratic.

He does have top secret access.

We tracked the Stingray
to his office.

What are we missing?

- You need to see this.

Uh, pardon me, I just--

I was monitoring
the Mobile Network Core,

and I caught a live breach.

Another stingray
has been deployed.

- Someone is illegally tracking
the owner of that phone.

- Last time that happened,
Padilla died.

Who's the target now?

- Oh, uh, hold on. Here.

Juan Ramos.

He arrived in New York
last Saturday.

- More importantly, he's the
Special Envoy from Guatemala.

- It's another diplomat.

Get me his location.

- Looks like his cell last
pinged at the Park 20 Hotel.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [knocks]

- Just open, open.

♪ ♪

Oh, God.

[sighs heavily]

♪

Hey, hey!

♪ ♪

Hey!

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

- FBI, get down!

Cover.

Go back to your rooms.

♪ ♪

Cover!

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

[elevator dings]

[laughter]

- Room for another one,
ladies?

Thank you.

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

- Whoa!

- Watch out.

[grunting]

[metal clanking]

[silverware clattering]

♪ ♪

- Excuse me.
- Hey. Hey! That's my bag!

♪ ♪

- You took your time.

- [breathing heavily]

- Looks comfortable.

So who the hell is he?

- This is Luis Zamora.

Born in El Salvador,
crossed nine years ago.

Known member
of the Los Olivados cartel.

- Former military death squad
turned narcoterrorists.

Bureau's got a dozen open cases
on these guys.

Let's go see
if we can flip him.

- Oh, no. No chance.

Says here Luis has got
a daughter back home.

He sends her money
once a month.

He knows that if he talks,
the cartel will kill her.

- So why does a drug cartel
care about rare earth minerals?

- I have an idea.

Geospatial Intel sent
this over.

Mountain range
in the Northern Triangle.

Thermal imaging shows
rare earth mineral deposits

worth billions.
- Ah.

- So you think the cartel got
word Central American diplomats

are here to cut a deal, and
they want in on the action.

- I think they want
all of the action.

Kill the diplomats,
send a message--

we control everything that
comes out of the region.

- But where does
the NSA fit in?

Why is Robert Davis helping the
cartel hunt down these targets?

- Well,
that's where I'm stumped.

- Yeah,
and it just gets weirder.

Davis's wife and daughter--

they've been silent
the last six days.

I mean, no social media posts,
no phone calls,

credit card transactions.

It's like they vanished.

- So maybe they're on the run.

Dad's plan with the cartel
is about to go operational.

He sends them for the hills.

- Yeah, or something worse.

- Yeah, my money's on
something worse.

- [sighs]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- You can't be here.

That's illegal.

- Broken window.
Suggests forced entry.

Gives us probable cause.

- For your safety, of course.

- I'm safe.

I'm safe.
I just--

I-I forgot my--
my key last night, so--

- So you broke in through
your bedroom window,

turned your house upside down,
and bled all over your carpet?

♪ ♪

- You need to get out of here.

Please,
you both need to leave--

- Another person is dead.

Tell us what's going on.

- It was you,
wasn't it, Robert?

The Stingray, that was you.

- I never meant
for anyone to die.

I had to do what
they asked me to do.

- Who's they?

- My family.

[gasping]

- OK, OK, all right, Robert--
- They have--

- Take a breath.
- They're gonna kill them.

Oh, my God.
- Sit down.

Sit down and take a breath.

- They're gonna die,
aren't they--

- OK.

Talk to us.

- [breathing heavily]

- Robert,

the only chance
of saving your family

is telling us everything.

♪

- [sniffs]

OK.

Six days ago,

I came home,

and somebody had broken in.

The house was empty.

There was a, uh--

there was a cell phone
on the kitchen table

with a note.

And there was a video message

of my wife and my daughter

crying and screaming,

begging for help.

And I wasn't there.

I wasn't there.

- OK. It's OK.

Then what happened?

- They called.

They called me.

They--they knew everything
about me,

about my life,
about my--my NSA access.

And they said
I had to work for them

or they were gonna do
horrible things to my wife

and to my little girl.

- What did they want from you?

- [breathes heavily]

On the note,

there were three names--

three targets.

- Who? Come on.

- Mario Padilla.

- The garbage truck.

- Juan Ramos.
- The hotel. And the third?

- [sighs]

Antonio Diaz.

Consular officer
from El Salvador.

♪ ♪

- We need to warn
the Salvadoran Consulate.

Their man is on a hit list.
- We can't do that.

- Colin, he's a target.
- Yeah.

And Robert Davis's family
is the leverage.

- Yeah, if we scoop up
the cartel's last target,

they'll know Davis talked, and
his wife and daughter are dead.

- We have to do both.

We have to warn the diplomat,

and we have to rescue the
family at the same time.

- Oh, is that all?

- We have no idea where
the family is being held.

Our only lead is Luis,
who won't flip.

- He won't flip for a badge,

but perhaps there are
other ways of turning him.

- Agent Goodman, are you, uh--

are you asking me
to cross a line?

- All I'm saying is,
maybe we need you to do

that thing you do
to get a location.

How you do that,
I'll leave that up to you.

You're not gonna pull out
his fingernails or anything,

are you?

- Can't make any promises.

[tense music]

- He's not, is he?

♪ ♪

[door clangs]

♪ ♪

- It's a bit chilly
in here for me.

You?

OK, Luis,

this is my idea
of a good conversation.

I do the talking.

Probably 'cause
I'm a bit of a sociopath,

according to my therapist.

So...

I guess we have
that in common, right?

[chuckles]

You know what they say
about sociopaths, Luis?

That we lack empathy or love.

But, uh,

I've never really agreed
with that.

You?

I mean, after all,

there is someone that you love,
isn't there?

Your daughter,

little Marisella,
back home in El Salvador,

all alone without her dad.

♪ ♪

Ten years, that's a--

well, that's a long time,
isn't it,

just to be emailing?

Bet she's changed a lot
since you saw her last,

probably into makeup,
uh, boys.

Lots of boys, maybe.

- She don't do that.
- Really?

Well, how would you know that,
Luis?

You're not there.

You've never been there
for her.

♪

Look, um,

I didn't want to be the one
to have to tell you this,

but my man on the ground there

has informed me
that your brother,

he says he's looking after her.

But it seems that his friends,
well,

they're looking after her too.

[intense music]

You see?

- They don't touch her.

I kill him.

- You'll kill him?

Well, you're about
to be supermaxed, mate,

so I don't think you're
going to be killing anybody.

She's very much on her own,
isn't she?

- Man, you're just trying
to get into my head.

- Am I?
- Yeah.

- What about her head?

Hey?

You abandoned her
when her mom died.

Then you just left her
to the wolves.

She must hate you.

- I did what I had to do
to look after her.

- Oh?

- We had nothing, man.

- Right.

- I want to speak to a lawyer.

- [scoffs]

Yeah, I don't think
that's what you want, Luis.

Is it?

What you really want

is to see your baby girl.

♪ ♪

Right?

♪ ♪

- It don't matter what I want.

She don't want to see me.

- Well, how about
we change that?

How about I bring her here
to you?

- You don't understand.

I love her...

- I know you love her, Luis.
- With everything.

- Well, of course you do,
Luis, you're her dad.

And I'm sure you would do
anything to protect her, right?

So let me bring her here
to you.

We can protect her,
keep her safe.

But I need something
from you in return.

- What?

- The people you work for.

They kidnapped
another little girl,

just like yours, and her mom.

And I need you to tell me
where they are.

♪ ♪

All right, take a seat.

♪ ♪

- What's he doing here?

- He's our only link
to the kidnappers.

We're keeping him close.

- Hey, guys.

Luis's intel checks out.

I moved the drone above
the location--

three hostiles
holding two friendlies,

eastern corner,
entry point here.

- All right, we're on it.
Let's go.

- We're moving.
[indistinct chatter]

[phone rings]

♪ ♪

- Put it on speakerphone.

Stall them.

- Hello?

- You have 30 minutes
to track his cell phone

and link us with
Antonio Diaz's location.

- Satellite's down.
I need more time.

- 30 minutes
or your family dies.

[phone line beeps]

[tense music]

- OK, I'm here.

Send me an image of Diaz.

[phone buzzes]

- Tracker's up.

Zeroing in on Diaz's location.

It's up on the left.

[tense music]

- Colin, we need you
to keep eyes on him

until the hostages are safe.

- I shared his tracker
with you.

- Bill, what's your ETA?

- Almost there.

Need a little more time.

♪ ♪

- Eyes on Diaz.

♪

He's wheeling a bag.

Talk to me.

Is he leaving town?

He's wheeling a bag.
Talk to me.

- All right, I'm checking.

Hold, please.

Yep, looks like
he booked a flight

to San Salvador out of JFK.

♪ ♪

- He's bailing.

I need to move now.

♪ ♪

We're gonna lose him.

[phone rings]

- Wait, wait, wait.

Guys, incoming.

- Should we let Robert answer?

- We don't have a choice.

Answer, give him access
to Diaz's location now.

[phone rings]

- I have the location.

Syncing Diaz's phone
with your device now.

- Syncing Diaz's phone.

- Bill, where are you?

- Five minutes out.

- We may not have
five minutes.

The cartel's already
tracking Diaz's phone.

- What if they stopped
tracking Diaz,

tracked someone else?

- Colin, what are you thinking?

- No time for thinking.

♪ ♪

- Hey! It's my cab.

- [American accent]
Oh, come on, buddy,

I was here first.
- I got a plane to catch.

- All right, all right,
all right, all right, whatever.

- JFK.

- Have a great day, yeah?

Enjoy yourself.

[normally]
OK, I have Diaz's phone.

And now they're tracking me.

Nikki, I need you to call in
a favor fast.

♪ ♪

- Colin, what's going on?

Where are you headed?

- I'm leading them away.

- Be careful.

You're not much use
to me alive,

but you really no use
to me dead.

- Oh, I never knew you cared.

Watch yourself.

- Moving to entry point alpha.

Go, go, go!

♪ ♪

We're closing in
on the hostages.

♪ ♪

Three perps, mom and daughter,
10 yards away.

Take them out quick.

I am not losing a hostage.

♪ ♪

[engine revs]

[tires squealing]

[gunfire]

[people screaming]

♪ ♪

[horns honking]

- Move your car now!

Let's go!
- Relax!

- Vamos! Vamos!

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

- FBI! Down on the ground!

[indistinct shouting]

- [gasps]

- [screaming]

- [grunting]

- Aah!

- Take him.

♪ ♪

[siren whooping]

- Move in, move in!
- Now! Now!

- Driver, hands on the wheel.
Put your hands--

Take 'em.

- Down on the ground.
- Great job.

- [pants]

[chuckles]

- [grunting]

- Hey, you're OK.

♪

You're safe now.

Let's get out of here, huh?

All right. Here you go.

Come on.
We got it.

All right, we're good.

You all right?

We're good.

I got you.

[sirens wailing]

♪ ♪

[inspiring music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, hey.

Teamwork makes the dream work.
Yeah?

♪ ♪

Nice work, partner.

- You too.

- Now get yourself cleaned up
before tonight.

- What's tonight?

- Well, that would be telling.

♪ ♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- It's getting late.

Must be important.

You want a nightcap
or something?

- Oh, you don't drink anymore.

- You know what?

I-I don't love that
you know that.

[chuckles]
What's going on?

- You talk to Goodman lately?

- Bill?
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, you know,

never calls, never writes.

Starting to think
he went out for milk,

and he's never coming home.

How's he getting on
with your man, Glass?

- Better than ever, actually.

- Yeah? That's good to hear.

But what?

- You have any open cases
in Red Lodge, Montana?

- Red Lodge, Montana?
- Mm-hmm.

- You know, file pulls.

Nothing of the sort?

- Mm-mm,
nothing comes to mind.

- Bill never
mentioned anything?

- No.

Red Lodge, Montana,

sounds scenic.
- Hmm.

- You know, Nikki, whatever
Bill is doing up there,

as far as I'm concerned,

that's CIA business.

He keeps a lid on it.

- What about the name
Toni Napier?

- Toni Napier?

Sorry, bells aren't ringing.

- You sure?

- Yep, I-I'm happy to check
the system, if you like,

but do I want to know why?

- No.
- No?

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

Um, thank you
for entertaining me.

- You're welcome.

Didn't know I was.
- [chuckles]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Two fingers of this is worth
more than my car payment.

What's the special occasion?

- Eh,

it's more like
a special project.

- Hm.

- Ah, ah, just gotta let it
breathe a second, mate.

- Mm.

Admit it, today felt good.

- What, the part where
I got shot at the first time

or the part where I got shot at
the second time?

- The part where we rescued
the victims, reunited a family.

- Oh.

- Score one for the badge.

- [laughs]

Your badge would be useless
without my intel.

- [chuckles]
- Listen,

we work in the shadows
so you can get the credit.

- Fair.

To living in the shadows.

- To kicking down doors.

[glasses clink]
- [chuckles]

Wow.

- Yeah.

Anyway, speaking of, uh,
kicking down doors.

If we're really gonna
hunt this mole together, then,

well, you need to see
the whole picture.

[intriguing music]

♪ ♪

- How long have you been
building this out?

- Since the day Toni died.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]