All language subtitles for FBI.International.S02E21.720p.AMZN.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV

- Mom, look! A crab!
- Oh!

That's so cool, kiddo.

But you have to be careful,

because Mr. Crab's claws
can be really sharp.

There is something
in the water.

It's--

come now, quickly.

It's Afonso!

Anya, call the police.

Get him covered.
- You can't just leave him--

Anya, the police.
I won't ask again.

Where are you going?

To tell the owner.

Miss Prescott?

Miss Prescott?

Miss Prescott.

Miss Prescott!

What?

There's a problem at the--

Well, you clean up nice.

Forrester pulled me aside,

said my undercover days
were over

and that I should start
looking like a real agent.

Uh, so--are we
walking in together?

Sure.
You want a piggyback ride?

Look, Damien--

- No, not that.
- What?

That face--"this was fun,
but that's all it was" face.

Okay, look, maybe you've been
in this situation before,

but I haven't.

I totally get it.

I'll do a couple laps
around the block

and I'll see you in there.

- Got a case.
- Yep, headed in.

Hey, look who
paid us a visit.

- What's up, Zoey?
- Andre, Cameron.

She's in town
teaching a class

at the International Law
Enforcement Academy.

Oh, this is Damien Powell.
He's new to the team.

This is Zoey McKenna.

She's worked with us
on a few cases.

She's now
the assistant legat in Warsaw.

I'm gonna loop her back in
after we run the case.

Okay, Alexis Prescott--

an American citizen
residing in Portugal,

daughter of some hotel
big shot, Miles Prescott.

He founded Framework.

It's a hotel chain
aiming to modernize

the luxury resort scene,
56 properties worldwide.

Alexis is
a small-time influencer.

A handful of failed
businesses--shoes, jewelry.

Last year, Prescott--
the dad--

bought an old resort
in Cascais, Portugal,

to be refurbished, and Alexis
was in charge of the redesign.

She is currently being detained
as a person of interest

in the murder of one of the
resort workers, Afonso Mendes.

30 years old, migrated
from Cape Verde in 2018.

His body was found washed up
on the resort's beach

with a gunshot wound
to the chest.

The same morning that
that body surfaced,

Alexis was found
by the manager with blood

on her dress, no explanation
where it came from.

DNA results on that blood
are still pending.

Aren't we jumping the gun,
stepping in at this point?

Her father is a close friend

of the U.S. ambassador
to Portugal.

And this is where
McKenna comes in.

Well, my former supervisor,

Nate Eddings,
is legat in Portugal.

He says it's pretty
tricky down there.

The ambassador likes everything
to go through him

and isn't above
playing favorites.

And since McKenna knows
the operating environment,

she's gonna go with us--
be our snow plow.

Let's roll.

Welcome.

Thanks, Nate.

Cameron Vo.

Happy to help you guys
to the extent that I can.

The rest of the team is
headed to the judicial police

to question Alexis.

You mean the resort?

I'm sorry?

She's being detained
at the resort.

Getting her nails done,
or...?

Ah, they have her in a room.
She's sequestered.

Like I told you,
it's very clubby down here.

Apparently.

Miss Prescott's fiancé, Peter
Catmull, is also at the hotel.

He'd like to speak to you.

Okay, I'll call Forrester,
get him up to speed.

Is there a room
we can work out of?

Computers, secured lines?

Of course.

Nice digs.

Yeah, wait till
you see the pool.

All right, Kellett and I
will talk with Alexis.

Smitty and Powell,
take the fiancé.

Raines, hit up the manager.

Check back in
if you find anything.

Where's Cam?
She taking the day off?

She's at the embassy
running tech.

Come on.

Marco DeSouza, superintendent
and lead investigator.

Special Agents
Forrester and Kellett.

In 30 years,
I never had a detainee

as high profile
as Miss Prescott.

And why the leniency?

- It wasn't my call.
- As lead investigator? Really?

My superior is a close
friend of Ambassador Bendel.

He forced my hand.

It seems like a
lot of people here

have a lot of close friends.

Not everyone.

The Prescotts?

Absolutely.

Scott Forrester.
This is Jamie Kellett.

FBI, yes. Thank God.

My father, has he arrived yet?

I don't know.

But you've talked
to him, right?

Why would we?
Was he here last night?

Leo Nuñez,
Miss Prescott's lawyer.

Yeah, temporarily.

In Portugal, a suspect cannot
be held without legal counsel.

Okay, my real lawyer
is en route

from New York with my dad.

Well, we need to ask
you a few questions.

I already gave my statement.

"I don't remember"
may have been enough

to get the local police
to leave you alone,

but it sure as hell won't
be enough for a jury.

Miss Prescott, I'm required
by Portuguese law to--

If you wanna be useful,
go find my dad.

Police reports said this
was the last night of you

and your fiancé's joint
bachelor/bachelorette party.

We had been celebrating
for three straight days.

I passed out around midnight.

Didn't wake up until Fatima
came knocking the next day.

Let's talk about
the blood on your dress.

How'd that get there?

I don't know.

Well, there is something
that you should know.

Lying to an FBI agent
is a federal offense.

So, I'm gonna ask you again.

How did the blood get there?

So the only thing
I can think of is,

one of my bridesmaids
cut her hand.

She knocked over her glass.

It shattered, and she stupidly
tried to pick it up again.

The Portuguese police are
testing the DNA as we speak.

Were you acquainted
with Afonso Mendes?

Yes.

I try to be friendly
with all my employees

when I'm dealing with them.

Is there anything else
that you suddenly remember?

No!

I swear to God.

We wanna talk
to whoever was here

for that bachelorette party.

So would we.

Don't tell me that
they're not here.

By the time
the victim's body was found,

all the guests were
flying back to the U.S.

Trust me.
We are as frustrated as you.

Anyone on your team
have a run-in with Alexis

before this incident?

No,
but we had heard of her--

daddy's little princess,

which isn't a crime,
the last time I heard.

Yeah.

I'm supposed to get
married in a few weeks,

and now my fiancée
is being accused of murder

because her bridesmaid
cut her finger?

How about we focus
on answering the question?

What do you remember
from that night?

And what's the deal
with these local cops, huh?

Because it sure seems like
they've got it out for Alexis.

We're not here
to have a bitchfest

about the local cops.

The jam that
your fiancée's in--

stomp your feet all you want,
it ain't going away.

Here's the problem.

Alexis's dad, he hires
workers from Morocco, Angola.

These people should
be over the moon

they're working for Americans.

We're here to talk about
your fiancée and about you.

Me?

Where were you
between midnight and 6:00 a.m.?

That's where this is going?

Yeah, because that's
how investigations work.

We eliminate suspects.

You wanna stay
on the short list?

Be my guest.

I was with my friends, celebrating.

We're gonna need their
names and contact information.

These workers come
from North Africa,

lugging all their beefs
with them.

Guaranteed, this guy slept with
someone's cousin back home,

or his dad stole
someone's goat.

A man was murdered.

So how about you
show some empathy?

And if you don't
have any, fake it--

at least whenever
you're in front of me,

because I am this close
to throwing your ass

into the local jail.

Get us that list.

This morning,
outside the office.

Yeah, what about it?

I'm not trying to get
in your business, Cam.

I'm just making sure
you're cool.

Andre, you know me.

Yeah, but I don't know him.

I am cool.

And if you're not one day,
you'd tell me, right?

- Of course.
- All right, I gotta bounce.

Fatima Hafid, resort manager.

Special Agent Raines.

Do you know of any history
between Alexis and the victim?

I have many responsibilities,

but looking out for my
employer's relationships

is not one of them.

Afonso's brother is here,
getting his things.

I'll bring you to him.

Agent Raines?

This is Afonso's brother, Manuel.

I'm Andre Raines, FBI.

I'm sorry for your loss.

The police came
to our apartment.

They said they got
what they needed.

I'm just here to get his
clothes from his locker.

Manuel, what was
your brother like?

And please, be honest,
even if he was into trouble.

We just wanna find out
who did this to him.

Not my brother, no.

No trouble.

He was brave.

He was always fighting
for something better.

Did your brother ever
mention Alexis Prescott?

The police
asked me that too.

I don't remember
that name specifically.

But he would often talk
about the Americans.

What about them?

How lucky they were.

But they didn't
even appreciate it.

Okay, so this is where the
victim's body was recovered.

What direction
do the tides come in from?

I believe the wind
blows them westward.

Scott, check this out.

This must be
where Mendes was shot.

And then the killer
dragged his body

and pushed him in the water.

You come all this way,

take BS from strangers
all day long,

just to send money back home.

And this is how it ends.

I saw you worked
for the Prescotts for 15 years.

How'd you last?

I got where I am
with a little luck

and a lot of hard work.

And discretion?

When needed.

These were found
on the victim's body.

They survived being dragged
10,000 leagues under the sea?

Polycarbonate core,
silicone slipcover.

It's military grade.

I'm still waiting
on phone records

from his service provider,

but things don't
move as quickly

down here as we're used to.

I'll nudge the phone company,
but we're looking

at 48 hours, best case.

Okay, Scott said you were
good, but nobody's that good.

Raines texted me.

He got the passcode
from Mendes's brother.

Mendes called this number
eight times

the night he was shot.

Let's see who we got.

Hello?

Raines?

Powell?

How'd you get this number?

This is Mendes' phone.

Here, I'm putting you
on speaker.

I'm going through
some texts here.

Alexis told Kellett
and Forrester

she barely knew the guy, right?

- Right.
- She was banging him.

- I want my dad!
- No.

- Find my dad!
- No. Come on.

Almost there.

Where are you taking me?
Stop!

Where--where am I going?

Let me go!
- Let's go.

Please! Please find my dad!

We were not told
she was being transferred.

DNA results
on the dress came back.

It's a match for Mendes.

The resort had just opened,
and he was tending bar.

I told him he made
a mean Mai Tai.

I was his boss.
I just said it to be nice.

Afonso, he took it
the other way--

the wrong way.

He started calling my villa.

And then somehow,
he got my cell number.

I told him I wasn't interested.

But then he started
texting me...

things.
- What kind of things?

I'll let your imagination
do the math.

Did you ever alert anyone
about his behavior?

His manager?
Your father, maybe?

I reported him to Francis
Crane, per company policy.

Crane?

- Head of Labor Relations.
- In Portugal?

All of Framework's
properties, worldwide.

He said that
he would handle it.

And I thought that he had,

because I hadn't heard
from Afonso in a week.

Yeah, you deleted
all the texts from him.

- Because they were offensive.
- Afonso didn't delete yours.

We've got a full transcript
right here.

Do you want me to read
a couple of them back to you?

"Hey, fire emoji.

"Saw you by the pool today.

"Winking face emoji.

You were looking--"
- Okay, stop.

Just--just stop.

Alexis, I get it.

You just finished
a big job here.

You're weeks away
from getting married,

so you and Afonso had a fling.

You're not the first girl under
pressure to blow off steam,

and you won't be the last.

But then he wanted
to carry on, and you didn't.

How did his blood
get on your dress?

He came over after
everyone else had left.

He was drunk, aggressive.

And his knuckles,
they were all bloody,

like he'd just punched
a wall or something.

So he must have...

grabbed my dress.

You know,
I begged him to leave.

Ugh!

Everything would have
just been so much easier

if he'd just left me alone.

If her dad wasn't
the head honcho,

she'd be in an orange suit
right now, awaiting trial.

We're still missing a weapon,

we can't tie her
to the crime scene,

and now we've got a motive
for the fiancé,

who might have found out Alexis
was sleeping with the DOA.

Oh, come on.

Walks like a duck,
quacks like a duck--

Is that an investigative
opinion or personal bias?

Well, I'll have
Forensics check

for lacerations
on Mendes' knuckles.

If that's where the
blood came from,

they should be banged up.

DeSouza's interviewing
the resort workers.

See if you can get eyes placing
Mendes outside Alexis's villa.

Copy that.

I'd like to look
into this Francis Crane.

Powell, you and I?
- Yup. Just give me one sec.

Look, you don't gotta worry
about me tripping at work.

I've waited a long time to be
a part of a team like this,

and I know you have too.

So we're cool.

Mm.

And if last night was it...

That's okay, because I'll
remember it for a long time.

Executive director of labor
and employee relations

for Framework Hotels.

So union buster?

Means a lot of things.

It covers a lot of departments.

Agent Powell and I just came
from the police station

where there's a file
about yea thick,

chock full of complaints
against you.

It seems your ways
of settling conflict

are a little aggressive.

Everything I've ever done

has been within the constraints
of the law.

Afonso Mendes,

his phone logs show
several calls between you two,

seven of them in the two days
before he died.

Because that's
the last time I saw him.

All I know is what
Alexis told me.

Mendes was harassing her,
she asked me to make him stop.

Did you threaten him?

I--advised Mr. Mendes
that his future

probably didn't reside
at Prescott Manor.

So you took him out
by the water,

knocked him around a little?
- No.

Alexis came to me
with a problem.

I did my job.

She admitted that she and
Mendes were having an affair.

Well. That's news to me.

When Mendes didn't
listen to you,

do you think Alexis could have

taken things
into her own hands?

Soon after she moves here,
Alexis calls.

Her voice is shaking.

I go to her room, thinking
the worst had happened.

Turns out,
there's a lizard on her patio

the size of my thumb.

Do I think she
could kill a guy?

Come on.

What about her fiancé,
Peter Catmull?

He eats his pizza
with a knife and a fork,

know what I mean?

We done?

How many times?

Sorry?

How many times
did they have sex?

Like, total?

Was it a one-time deal?

No.

Did you hear an argument
that night in the hallway

between Alexis and Mendes?

Clearly, you know more
about my fiancée than I do.

Whoa, where do you think
you're going?

We were supposed to look
at floral arrangements

at 5:00 today.

Obviously,
that's no longer happening,

seeing as how
my fiancée is in jail,

and there won't be a wedding.

You are being detained
for your potential involvement

in a murder case,
so if I were you,

I'd be pretty damn quick
with my alibi.

I know my rights.

I don't need to tell you jack.

The Portuguese courts
will assign you a lawyer

until you procure one yourself.

In the meantime,
there'll be an officer

situated outside your room.

Pretentious knob.

Yeah, every time I wish
I was a little richer,

I meet a guy who's rich,
and I'm like, yeah,

I'm cool where I'm at.

So how are you
getting on with the team?

Everyone treating you well?

Yeah.

Yeah, everyone's been great.

Great.

Nobody's going to talk.

Why is that?

Foreign employees
get rotated in and out.

Long hours, short contracts--

three months is standard.

They're afraid if
they sneeze too loud

and the wrong person hears,
they'll be shipped back home.

And where would home be
for most?

Northern Africa, Cape Verde,
Angola, Morocco, like me.

If you'll excuse me,
I need to supervise

our lobby shift turnover.

Once the police show up,
suddenly everyone forgets

what day it is and what time
they go for work.

- Any security footage?
- Nothing of any significance.

And the beach area
falls outside

of the scope of the cameras.

What about the area surrounding

Alexis Prescott's villa?

When she redesigned
the grounds,

she excluded her living
quarters from being monitored,

for privacy reasons.

I can show what we have.

Maybe you'll have better luck.

Mm. That way.

Check logged
user credentials.

There it is, Mendes' email.

Check the drafts folder.

This was gonna go out
to a ton of people,

including Alexis, Crane,
and Miles Prescott.

Here, let me drive.

CNN, the BBC,

"The New York Times,"
"The Guardian."

He was gonna send this out
to every news outlet there is.

He's saying that
the Prescotts bribed inspectors

to avoid safety checks.

"These hazardous
working conditions

have resulted not only
in worker injury, but death."

If Mendes had proof,
one court order

would force the Prescotts
to shut down all their hotels.

The list of people who'd wanna
axe Mendes just ballooned.

You never saw this email?

No.

Mendes never
showed it to you?

No.

Has anyone spoken with my dad?

Got something.

I double-checked
the security footage

and found the fiancé's alibi.

He and his friends went
skinny dipping after hours

with some local dancers,
and Catmull passed out

in a deckchair until morning.

Probably too embarrassed
to tell Smitty and I.

What do we have on Crane?

He's a more
interesting bloke.

EIS returned multiple hits.

Framework Hotels have been
slammed with several lawsuits

with Crane at the center.

Plaintiffs always either settle
or withdraw their claims.

That tracks--
they either shell out

hundreds of thousands
in lawyer fees,

or they take a pay day.

Most of the complaints
are over fair wages

or working hours,
but a couple of months ago,

a worker died
in a construction accident,

right there
on the Cascais property.

Afonso's brother said
he was brave,

that he was always fighting
for something.

Yeah, I found calls
between Crane

and the parents of the worker
who died in the accident.

Weeks later, they bought
an apartment in the city.

Hush money.

So Mendes' coworker dies
under suspicious circumstances.

Mendes gets this idea that
the whole company is gonna pay.

Hi.
Special Agent Scott Forrester.

Jane Fielding, lead counsel
on Miss Prescott's legal team.

It would be great
if you could loop us in--

My client's done talking
to the authorities,

Portuguese and American.

Miles Prescott
arrived with him.

He wants to talk.
- Okay. Bring him in.

You can meet him
on his yacht.

Welcome to Portugal.

Just a moment.

Special Agent Jamie Kellett.

This is--
- Hold on.

She's clearly been set up.

Okay.

By who?
- That's your job.

Yeah, we do our job by
people giving us information.

Sure.

Okay.

When Alexis was 22,
she called me from Vegas,

high on, uh, whatever.

She tells me she met
the love of her life

and wants me
to walk her down the aisle.

So I flew over there
and told the poor chump

she'd met two nights prior that
their love affair was over.

I wrote him a check,
and I took my baby home.

My daughter has not been
that person in years.

What caused the change?

You know,
one day she woke up,

she realized she wasn't 22
anymore, like we all do.

She cleaned up, met Peter.

Why would she blow all that
and shoot some employee?

Crazy.

Were you aware
that your daughter

was having an affair
with the victim?

I wasn't.

You think Mendes is the first
guy to get his heart broken

and not take "no"
for an answer?

Did you ever receive
any correspondence

from the victim?

I get an average
of 1,500 emails a day.

This is
from his drafts folder.

This is a shakedown.

Probably realized
how flimsy it was,

which is why he never sent it.

Mendes was a desperate loser.

Ever have a problem
with Francis Crane?

Model employee.

PDs all over Europe,
everywhere you have properties,

have received complaints
against him.

None of this has been
brought to my attention.

Has he ever gone rogue,
or is it more

of a "don't ask, don't tell"
type of thing between you two?

All right, I've been accused
of having sharp elbows.

On my children's lives,
I would never sanction

taking the life of an employee,

nor would I cover it up.

And if Crane, or any employee,
was behind this murder,

I won't protect them.

Even if it's
your own daughter?

Yes, of course.

Hey, Cam.

Forensics came back
on Mendes' knuckles.

Report was inconclusive,
but they did recover

the bullet from Mendes's body.

It's a 9-millimeter Parabellum
in 147 grain +P hollow point,

fired from a semi-automatic
pistol.

Ammunition's American.

Yeah, guess who bought
a 9-millimeter Springfield XD-S

and a box
of 147 grain ammo to match?

Did you recently purchase

a Springfield handgun
in Aurora, Illinois?

Yeah, so?

Where is it?

I don't have it anymore.

Francis Crane,
open your safe.

Open the safe, Mr. Crane.

I'm not opening squat.
Get the hell out of my room!

Every room in this hotel
is owned by Miles Prescott,

who has given us
his full cooperation.

Now open the safe.

No.

Fatima?

Francis Crane,

we're arresting you
on suspicion of murder.

Who called this in?

Now hands behind your head.

No way.

Get the hell off of me!

I have no clue--
not a damn clue

how that gun got in that safe.

Don't you see?
They're playing me.

They're playing you!

Murder weapon
in his safe, no alibi.

In Portuguese, we say,
"a mentira tem pernas curtas."

It means
the lie has short legs.

We'd still like
to hear him out.

Francis Crane
shakes people down

with about as much compassion
as a block of lead.

How did you know
to check his safe?

Someone called the station
with a tip.

Crane clearly
knows a thing or two

about covering up his tracks.

There's no way
he'd do something as idiotic

as keeping a murder
weapon in his hotel safe.

Take another run at him.

Ballistics is gonna
come back on that firearm,

and I'll put two grand down

that it's a match
for the murder weapon.

You want my story?

Sure.

Won't change a damn thing.

I've been served up
by Miles Prescott.

This is your chance
to change all that.

Everything I told you
is true.

Alexis said she
was being harassed

and asked me
to take care of it.

Clearly, she lied.

But I didn't know that
until you told me.

What did you
really tell Mendes?

I gave him 500 euro
and told him to skip town.

And what about the gun?

Two months ago,
Alexis had a bad experience

with a rideshare driver.

He pulled over somewhere,
tried to get in the back seat.

Alexis got out.

She was fine--
shaken up, of course.

So she came to me.

Said she needed protection.

And instead of a bodyguard,
you thought it'd be a good idea

to put a gun
in the hands of someone

who hadn't even
touched one before?

She came to me.

Said she'd feel safer
if she had something to carry.

What was I supposed to do?

She's my boss.

How did you get
the gun to Portugal?

Private jet.

Nothing was documented.

Miles made sure of that.

Miles knew about the gun?

Of course.

He wanted me to keep tabs
on everything

his daughter did out here.

And I always did what he asked.

I always looked out for him
and the company,

for 30 years.

And now I get fed
to the sharks.

All right, here's my read.

Alexis shoots Mendes.

She's banking on Dad
to bring in the cleanup crew.

She strings us along
until they land.

Once the lawyers show up,
she tells them

where she stashed the gun.

They kick that info back
to the old man.

He puts the frame job
in motion.

That hit man looking guy
on the yacht,

I bet Prescott sent him
to retrieve the gun

and plant it in Crane's safe.

That's why Prescott
asked to meet with us,

to make sure we weren't
at the hotel.

Yeah, but what about Crane?
What if he showed up?

Well, he was on his way
back to his room

when Scott and I found him.

I bet Prescott
summoned him too.

When all that was done,

Prescott had someone call the
station and tip DeSouza off.

Alexis is being released.

I plugged the tail number
of her dad's Gulfstream

into the FAA registry.

It's fueled up
and due to take off

from a private airstrip
in 45 minutes.

Hey, I think I got something.

It's a long shot,
but I'll check in

if it turns into
something more.

This is from last night's
security feed

in the hallway and elevator bay

outside
of Francis Crane's suite.

You see that?

What am I looking at?

Watch the time stamp.

Two minute jump.

The Wi-Fi connection here
is not always reliable,

but we do our best.

We both know this wasn't an
accidental dropped connection.

Fatima, I know you're scared.

I know how hard you've worked,
and how far you've come.

But you know what
these people are like.

I just saw someone who cleaned
Prescott's dirty laundry

for 30 years get dragged
into a police station in cuffs.

I can pull the lost footage,
but it'll take time

for the court subpoenas
to go through.

By then, the guilty party
will long be gone,

and Crane will go down
for murdering Mendes.

I know he's no saint,
but he's not a killer.

If I knew something--
and I'm saying "if--"

I would lose everything.

The U.S. embassy
will take care of you.

I know what it's like...

To feel like
everything's on you,

to have your family
depend on you,

knowing that if you fail...

My little sister
was abducted a year ago.

To find her, I had to put
my trust in someone,

someone who was--

a complete stranger.

Did you find her?

Yes, because that stranger
came through.

Now, Fatima, look.

I'll come through for you.

I don't know
who touched that file.

But the original should be
in our backup system.

Is this enough?

It's a great start.

Thank you.

There's more, isn't there?

That morning,

I saw Afonso
walking with Alexis.

Their voices were raised.

That's when I saw her
pull a gun from her purse.

Did you see her fire it?

I should have--I--

I wanted to say something,
but I didn't know how.

It doesn't matter.

She's lucky to have you.

Fatima agreed to
give a sworn statement?

Take her to the station,
make sure she's protected.

We need to stop Alexis
from getting on that plane.

Wait, Fatima admitted

she didn't see Alexis
pull the trigger.

Yeah,
Alexis doesn't know that,

and neither does her dad.

McKenna, how much time we got?

Sat cam is showing their
motorcade is five minutes out.

We're ten minutes out!

There's a utility road.

Five seconds, make a right.

There it is. Here we go.

Airstrip's coming up.

Is this a rental?

Basically. Hit it.

Hang on.

Over there.

Don't move!

Alexis Prescott,
you are under arrest

for the murder
of Afonso Mendes.

What?

Wait, where are you taking me?

Dad? No! Dad! Dad?

I was told you had
the killer in custody.

We do now.

No--Dad. Dad!

Blood on her dress,
no alibi,

and now
an eyewitness testimony.

Alexis is going to prison.

If she confesses,
the Portuguese courts

are likely to be kinder
with sentencing.

And the courts move
at a glacial pace here.

Even if your daughter
wanted to go to trial,

it could take up to two years
for that trial to happen.

And the longer that
your family fights this,

the more that's gonna
come out about your company.

The press is gonna dig up
how you endangered

your employees just
to keep profits flowing.

So option A,
endanger your empire.

Option B, your daughter comes
out a remorseful human being

who made a grave mistake.

Ambassador Bendel,
where is he?

No, I need to speak
to him right now.

He's unavailable.

Can you give me five minutes?

After my friends left,
he came over.

He was gonna send that email

and bring down the company.

Bring down my dad.

Bring me down.

I just--

I saw my world falling apart.

And then I remembered I had

that gun in my purse.

All I wanted

was for him to leave me alone.

And what did you do with
the gun after you shot him?

I stashed it in one
of the terracotta pots

on the far end of the grounds.

Then how did it end up
in Crane's safe?

I don't know.

I don't know anything
about that.

Any leads on the guy
who planted the gun?

We'll keep looking.

But men who do
this kind of work

are paid well to disappear.

Speaking of...

I can refer you
to an attorney here

if you wanna press charges.

No need.
It's been taken care of.

You got paid off?

And then some.

Hush money.

I prefer to call it
a performance bonus.

I'm off to Cabo.

If anybody needs me, I'll be at
the pool bar at Las Ventanas.

Adios.

Well, there you have it.

Okay. Good work, everybody.

The resort's providing rooms,
so enjoy.

We ship out tomorrow.

You know, I thought
I had things figured out.

Picture your goal,
stick to the plan.

But life is messy.

And I'm starting to think
that maybe that's okay.

Cam, I have no agenda.

I just like being with you.

I was gonna say
the same thing.