All language subtitles for FBI.S03E15.Straight.Flush.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb

- Fold.

Not my night.
- Mine, either.

- What do you think, Felix?

Can you beat a pair of aces?

- I wouldn't be holding
if I couldn't.

But if you really wanna
satisfy all that curiosity,

it's gonna cost you 50 grand.
- Ah.

I keep telling him, he should
be working on Wall Street.

He's wasting his time

with all this
restaurant nonsense.

- Yes or no, Paul?
- I'm curious.

But not that curious.

- What about you, Elliot?
You feeling strong tonight?

- Come on, man.
It's only 50 grand.

You pay the idiot who walks
your dog more than that.

- Yeah, a lot more.

[laughter]

- Yes? No?

You need another cocktail?

Shall we wait for Vince to come
back with some more scotch?

Hey, Vince!

[tense music]

What the...

- Please, just take the--
[grunts]

- Don't do this, man!
[grunts]

[grunting, groaning]

♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How's it going?
- Okay, I guess.

I'm over in White Collar now.

- Yeah, I heard. Um.

Look, I--I'm sorry.

I really was just trying
to be helpful.

- It's okay.
I'm good.

And it was probably
for the best.

And Jubal said
it's temporary, so.

- That's good.

If you need anything at all,
just let me know.

- Thanks.

- [sighs]
- Whoa!

- Thanks for carrying that.

- It's a hell of an office.
- Yeah, it's not bad.

- Yeah. Looking good.

There she is.
- Mm.

- Hey, I'm sorry again
about last night.

- Oh, you know, we'll find
a time one of these nights.

- Yeah. For sure, for sure.

- So how is Tyler?

- Seems to be tolerating

the chemo pretty well,
actually,

except last night.

Oh. Wow.

You literally have not changed.

- [laughs]
Yeah, right.

- All right,
where should we put this?

I'm thinking
right behind the desk.

- Ah--you know what, actually,
maybe put that back in the box.

I don't wanna jinx things.

- Since when
are you superstitious?

- Well...

- They don't hand out
ADIC assignments, you know.

You know, you're the boss now.
Own it.

- It's acting ADIC.

This is just a tryout,
nothing more.

- Oh.

[phone ringing]

- Rina Trenholm.

Yes, sir. We're on it.

- All right, folks.

Let's take a look
at the screens.

We got five victims.

Gerald Becker, 47.

He was a federal magistrate

with a long list
of political connections,

hence, our involvement.

Dr. Paul Larson, 44,

a well-regarded
orthopedic surgeon.

Elliot Sanders, 53.

He was the head of private
equity at Crestford Capital.

And Jason Briggs, 44.

He was the CEO of a large
statistical-arbitrage fund.

Whatever that means.

And finally, Felix Serrano,

the owner of the Cocina Rosa,

the restaurant where
the shooting took place.

Yes, that's right, people.

This happened after hours
at that Cocina Rosa,

the trendy hot spot

with a three-month
waiting list.

Anyway, here's what
we know so far.

The restaurant manager
found the five dead men

this morning, called 911.

NYPD secured the scene,
and then passed it over to us.

It looks like
there's a lot of cash

and valuables that were stolen,

so the working theory
right now is robbery.

- The manager told NYPD
that this was a monthly game.

The date and time
were well-guarded secrets

known only
to the players involved.

- Yeah, so it's likely
an inside job,

so let's compile
a list of insiders.

Who else knew about this game?

All right,
let's go to work, people.

[dramatic music]

- All shell casings
are 9-millimeter,

and a preliminary
ballistics report

indicates they were fired
from the same gun.

- Any witnesses or survivors?
- Not that we know of.

- Security footage?
- Negative.

Security cameras only cover
the front of the place.

Scrubbed them already.

No sign of a potential suspect
coming or going.

- Shows the perp had knowledge
of the layout

and the security setup.
- Hmm.

We'll need
the ballistics report

forwarded to 26 Fed
as soon as possible.

- That the manager?

- Poor bastard.
Guy just keeps pacing.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Excuse me.

I'm Agent Bell.
This is Agent Zidan.

I know this is probably hard--

- I told the cops
everything I know.

- Do you mind telling us
what you told them?

- Uh, I opened up around 9:00,

and that's when I saw Felix
and his friends.

They were dead.

There--there was blood
all over the place.

- Who else at this restaurant
knew about the card game?

- Just me, I think.

They played for big bucks,
30 or 40 grand a game.

I told Felix it was a bad idea,
but he didn't care.

Thought he was untouchable.

- Who's Vince Hodge?

- He's a waiter. Why?

- Found his backpack
behind the bar.

Is that normal for him to leave
his stuff at the restaurant?

- No. Definitely not.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Hey, that's our guy.

- Vince Hodge?

FBI.

[tense music]

- Hey!

♪

Hey, hey!
- [grunting]

- I don't know
why you hassling me.

I didn't do anything.

- We know what
happened at Rosa.

- We also found your bag

30 feet away
from the dead guys too.

- So what are the chances
we find the money

and the gun in your apartment?

- What?
[scoffs]

You think I killed 'em?

Felix hired me to serve drinks.

But I saw the guy.
He came in through the back.

- You get a look at his face?
- Nah.

He had a mask on, like
a stocking covering his face.

Had gloves on too.

- Was he white, black, brown?
- He had dark skin.

Like, Middle Eastern
or something.

- So why didn't this guy
shoot you too?

- 'Cause he ain't see me.

I was in the back.

I heard the gunshots,

saw what was going on,
got the hell out of there.

- You didn't call the cops?

- I thought about it,
but I got nervous, all right?

Whoever did this robbery
is a cold-blooded killer.

♪

- All right, you remember
what he was wearing?

- Ian, start scrubbing
the security cams

near the restaurant
for a man with dark skin,

maybe Middle Eastern,
wearing a dark sports jacket,

gloves,
and carrying a black bag.

What about you, Kelly?
How we doing with the victims?

Anything intriguing,
actionable?

- The owner of the restaurant,
Felix Serrano,

he looks clean on paper,

but if you drill down,
there's not much there.

- What do you mean?

- The restaurant manager
says Felix

is part of this wealthy
textile family in Mexico City.

But the family
he claims to be a part of

doesn't have a son,
just three daughters.

So I dug down even deeper,
I got into his financials,

and that's when things
got even more confusing.

Um, best I can tell,
all his money is routed

through a maze
of Mexican shell companies.

- Yeah, based on my searches,
Felix Serrano

does not exist online
before 2009.

There's literally no record

of this man
being alive anywhere.

No digital footprint
or paper trail,

no credit cards, no utilities,
no medical records.

- Okay, so he's using
a fake name.

Question is why?

- Run his DNA right away.

- I just found footage
of our shooter

three blocks
from the crime scene.

- Okay. Eyes up, people.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Gray coat, black bag.

No gloves, though.

- What is he dumping?
- Can't tell.

I tried enlarging it,
but the video quality is lousy.

- All right, Scola, Tiff.

You guys feel like
doing some dumpster diving?

♪

[phone rings]

- Isobel Castille.

Are you sure?

Thank you.
Thanks for the heads-up.

- Hey. Check this out.

This is what the so-called
robber dumped in the trash bin.

- All the victims'
watches and wallets.

- We also found the gloves

he was wearing
during the shooting

with gunshot residue
all over them.

- The watches
are expensive too.

The Patek Philippe
goes for about 150 grand.

- Why would he dump these
in the trash

ten minutes
after stealing them?

- Yeah, 'cause it was meant to
be a murder and not a robbery.

The shooter grabbed
the watches and wallets

to throw us off the scent.

- Question is,
who's the target?

- My money is on the owner,
Felix.

- Really? Why?

- That phone call I just got
was about Felix's DNA.

He's the biological son
of Antonio Vargas.

- Antonio Vargas?

- Head of the Durango Cartel.

Yeah, that Antonio Vargas.

♪

- All right, heads up, people.

DNA just confirmed
that the restaurant's owner,

Felix Serrano,
was the son of Antonio Vargas,

head of the Durango Cartel.

There's good chance that means
he was the shooter's target,

and the other victims
were collateral damage.

Now, ERT is searching
Felix's apartment.

In the meantime,
we need to dig in.

His phone records,
emails, financials.

Let's find a motive.

- Good news.

The lab found
the same thumbprint

on the glass bezels
of all five stolen watches.

Belongs to a Miguel Rojas,
Hispanic, 36.

- Yeah, he's got two priors
for cocaine distribution.

- Thank you.

Hey, I just got off the phone
with Organized Crime.

Rojas is a lieutenant
with the Durango Cartel.

- Okay, do we have
a last known address?

- Uh, no, the only address
I have on file

is an art gallery
he owns through an LLC.

- Well, that could be
his home base.

He works there,

runs his drug money
through the business.

We'll send you the address.

[tense music]

- Hey, I hear we just ID'd
a suspect--that's great.

- Yes, Miguel Rojas.

We're setting up
surveillance now.

But I have even bigger news.

We have a lead
on Antonio Vargas.

- On Vargas?
What is it?

- We found this
in his son's apartment.

- What's it say?

- "Carlos's fifth
birthday party.

"Wish you were here.

"But Sofia and I are proud of
what you're doing in New York.

Love you very much. Dad."

- Sofia is Vargas' new wife?
- Looks that way.

We've seen her face
in some surveillance photos,

but we've never been able
to ID her

or locate her until now.

- What do you mean, locate her?

- Postmark on the envelope
is from Ciudad Acuña, Mexico.

I'm guessing
that's where they live.

- That's great.

Pass this on
to our Mexico City Office.

- Uh, I'd rather not.

I'd like to pursue
Vargas myself.

- No. I need you here.

If and when we close
this restaurant shooting case,

we can revisit this,
but in the meantime,

I need all hands on deck.

♪

- It's an interesting spot
to launder money.

- Hopefully, he'll lead us
right to Vargas.

All right,
we got eyes on Rojas,

heading northbound,
approaching the gallery.

- He's on the run.

[intense music]

♪

- We are in pursuit of
a late-model gold Audi.

License plate number
Foxtrot-Mike-India 5331,

going north on Broadway
at 12th Street.

[truck beeping]

- Oh--
[car horn honks]

[both shout]

- Out of the way!

- Scola, he's heading
right for you.

- We'll cut him off.

- FBI. Don't move.

- [grunting]

- Miguel Rojas,
you're under arrest.

- So ballistics confirmed
that the gun we caught you with

is a match to the weapon used
to kill Felix and his friends.

- I got nothing to say.

- You've got
a lot of guts, Miguel.

Most people who gun down

the son of a drug lord
would be worried.

You nervous
about what would happen

when the news gets out,
when he gets put in prison?

If we charge you
with these five murders,

you are a dead man.

But you know that, right?

I'm willing
to offer you a deal.

- What kind of a deal?

- You help me find Vargas,
and I'll help you stay alive.

Change your identity,
place you in a prison

with no connections
to the Durango Cartel.

[apprehensive music]

♪

Good.

Good, but first,
we need to know.

Do you know where he lives?
- I got no clue.

- Do you know his phone number?

- I never called him.

All the communication
went through Felix.

- What about his wife, Sofia?

You know her last name,
where she lives?

- No.

- I'm trying to help you,
Miguel,

but I need information.

No intel, there's no deal.

- I got plenty of intel.

You just been asking
the wrong questions.

Vargas is coming to New York.

I'm supposed to meet with him
tomorrow morning.

♪

- Vargas is coming to New York

because his son
was just murdered,

and he wants answers.

- Yes, so once we know
where the meeting

is actually taking place,
we'll set up and monitor

the surrounding area
for his arrival.

- Good.
Just keep me in the loop.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

- Uh, hey.

Uh, just make sure that I know

what's going on at all times,
okay?

- Yeah.
I mean, I think, she's gonna--

- She's too close
to this, Jubal.

- What--what do you mean?

- The Vargas incident
didn't go over so well in D.C.

Put a real dent
in Isobel's reputation.

I mean, that's the reason
why they came to me

for this job instead of her.

[apprehensive music]

She wants vengeance.

And she wants
to vindicate herself.

She wants to reclaim
her reputation, that's great,

as long as she doesn't
do something stupid

and ruin my career
in the process.

- Ah.
- Mm-kay.

Thank you.

♪

- Rojas just got a text
from Vargas about a meet.

- Can we ping his cell?
- I tried. It's scrambled.

- The good news is that
the meet is happening

this morning at 9:45 a.m.,
just like he said.

- So what's the problem?

- The meet is at
an industrial park in Queens.

It's a surveillance nightmare.

There's about 20 different ways
to enter and exit.

- Right next to the BQE.

- I'm guessing that's
why he picked it.

- It's gonna be really hard
to use a decoy there.

We don't know how many people
he's got surveilling the place.

- So let's use the real thing.
Put Rojas into play.

- Big risk.
We barely know the guy.

- I mean, he could run
or tip off Vargas.

- You two, go wire up Rojas

and come up
with a surveillance plan.

I need you guys to head over
to Teterboro.

You're gonna fly down
to Ciudad Acuña.

- Mexico?

- Airplane's already
on the tarmac.

[tense music]

♪

- He's really here?

In New York?

- Yeah.

We're gonna nail him too.

- Thanks for letting me know.

- Hey, we got this, okay?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hey, I just talked to Scola.

- It's our only play.

- I mean, this can go bad
in a hundred different ways.

- Then it's our job
to make sure it doesn't.

- I don't think Rina
will approve it.

- Then Rina
doesn't need to know.

- It's kinda putting me in
a tough position here, Isobel.

- You report to me, not her.

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

So we'll just--we'll keep
a close eye on Rojas

and make sure
this does not go sideways.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Vargas is 15 minutes late.

- We're aware, but stay wide.

He could have people there
on foot doing recon.

♪

- All right, heads up.

We've got two vehicles
in tandem,

driving toward Rojas.

Everybody stay frosty
and tucked away

till we give the signal.

Rojas is moving
towards the second vehicle.

Someone inside the car
is gesturing for him to get in.

- If we get a positive visual
on Vargas, we're moving in.

Stand by for now.

- His side windows are tinted.

It's unclear
if Vargas is inside.

- [speaking Spanish]

- That's gotta be Vargas,
right?

- Are we a go?
- No.

Tighten up your positions.

I have to have visual
confirmation before we move.

- If those vehicles go mobile,
we are in trouble.

- If we move too fast
and that isn't Vargas,

we're gonna burn Rojas and
the only viable lead we've got.

- So, Miguel.

Where were you
when Felix died?

- Mi casa. I was asleep.

I can't believe
somebody shot him.

- What if I told you that I
had a friend at a cell company

that checked the GPS signal
of your phone that night?

- I was home all night.

- Come on.
Let me see your damn face.

- Felix said that things
were not going well

between the two of you.

- Isobel,
even if that isn't Vargas,

Rojas is in trouble.

- Go, go. It's Vargas.

- Mentiroso.

[intense music]

♪

- FBI!

Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.

- Federal agents!
Put your weapons down now!

- Drop your weapons!
- Don't move!

- Hands where we can see 'em!

- [speaking Spanish]

- I need a medic
at my location ASAP.

Hey, hey, hey, Rojas. Okay.

I'm gonna put pressure
on this, okay?

You're gonna be all right.

You gotta just hang in there.

You're all right. It's okay.

- [whimpering]

- Rojas is out of surgery.

Uh, he--he lost lots of blood,
but he's stable, so.

- Wait, Rojas was in play?

How did I not know this?

I told you
to keep me in the loop.

- We had no choice.

- Yeah, that wasn't
my question.

- Look, you wanna write me up

for not following protocol,
that's fine.

Where's Vargas?

- Interrogation.

- Wait, you brought him here?

- Damn right, I did.

- I thought we had
an agreement.

- No, you asked.
I never agreed.

[apprehensive music]

♪

- [sighs]

- Nice to see you again.

And you are?

- Acting Assistant
Director in Charge.

- Hell of a title.

Do you have any power?

- I wouldn't worry about
any of that, Mr. Vargas.

It's not relevant.

- You still think I haven't

taken steps to protect myself?

- No.

You're not bluffing your way
out of New York this time.

So please,
save your empty threats.

- Oh, they're not hollow.

I have three bombs hidden
in Grand Central Station.

750,000 people walk by them
each and every day.

They've been there
for two months,

just in case I got caught

and was extradited here
to New York.

The second my plane
landed here,

the timer was set.

They will explode today
at 3:00 p.m.

Unless I disable them,
of course.

♪

- We need to start clearing
people out of here.

If nothing else, we know that
Vargas is a man of his word.

So if he says there's a bomb,
there's a damn bomb.

- I get that.

But we also have to confirm
that he's not bluffing.

Look, I'll go with Carla
and the bomb techs.

Why don't you stay up here
and help the evacuation?

- Tiff.

Just be careful, all right?

[tense music]

♪

- All right, we know
we're in the right place.

Track 24.

Ugh.

- Oh, wait.

This is the World's Fair
poster.

So according to Vargas,

that means the explosive
is nearby.

Wanna split up?

- Yeah.

♪

- Hey, I got it.

Okay, so what are we
working with?

Can we disable them?

- So we have
visual confirmation

of the three bombs.
They're all on timers.

They're all
highly sophisticated.

- How sophisticated?
- Very.

According to the techs,

the only way to disarm them
is with a code.

Vargas told us where they were

because he wanted us to know
that we are screwed,

that we need him.

- All right, start clearing
people out of there

as calmly as possible.

Have NYPD set up a perimeter.

Let's keep new bodies
from entering the impact zone.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Put out a press alert too.

Keep it vague.

Warn civilians to stay away
from that part of the city

while we investigate
an unknown device.

- Will do, but first,
I wanna talk to Vargas again.

- No, you focus
on the press alert.

I'll talk to Vargas.

[crowd clamoring]

- All right, you guys
start going door-to-door

on those buildings to the west.

Nice and easy, okay?
We don't wanna cause a panic.

Everyone should be exiting
in an orderly fashion.

♪

- Disable the bombs now,

and we will take the
death penalty off the table.

- Your offer is life
in a steel cage?

I don't think so.

First, it's impossible
to evacuate

Grand Central Station
and the surrounding areas

in less than two hours.

It'll take you five,
maybe more.

Second, let's imagine
that you're right,

that you can miraculously
clear out

every single person
in the area.

The bombs would still destroy

one of New York's
most famous landmarks

and at least 20 other buildings
in a half a block radius.

We didn't just
stick those bombs anywhere.

We hired a structural engineer

to tell us exactly
where to place them.

You are going to release me.

I know it, and you know it.

So please,

let's cut out all this needless
bluffing and posturing.

♪

You did it the last time.

You'll do it again.

[tablet chimes]

[phone rings]

- Isobel.
- Maggie.

Did you ever hook up
with Agent Lopez?

- Yeah, we're with him now.
- Great.

I just sent you
the photo we pulled

from one of Felix's text.

It looks like
it was taken the day

after the little boy's
birthday party.

It's possibly located
in Acuña as well.

- And you think the café owner
might know something?

- I don't know.
It looks that way.

If Vargas was comfortable
enough to eat there,

he'd have to know
and trust the owner, right?

- Makes sense to me.

- What's the name of the café?
- I don't know.

But in the background, there
are three letters clearly:

C-A-R, and it looks like
the fourth one is a D,

but it's hard to tell.

- The only restaurant in town
with C-A-R is Cardinal Café.

- Get over there
as soon as possible.

- Okay.

We have 60 minutes.

♪

- That son of a bitch
isn't folding.

- We still have time.

We're chasing a lead in Mexico.

We're trying to find
Vargas' wife and young son.

- I'm confused.

- We need leverage,

something to force Vargas
to give us the code.

If we can find his wife

and threaten to arrest her,
he'll fold.

- You really think a guy
like Vargas is gonna go paws up

just because we find his wife?

He is a cold-blooded killer.

- Who loves his family.

Listen to me, Rina,
if we can find her

and prove to Vargas
we've got eyes on her,

threaten to turn her over
to the Federales--

- He'll hire a great lawyer,
pay off a few politicians,

and she'll be home for dinner.

That doesn't sound
like enough to me.

- You're wrong.

- Really?
- Yeah.

The Federale I've been
talking to, Colonel Molina,

he hates Vargas
even more than I do.

He wants revenge
even more than I do.

This is gonna work. Trust me.

♪

- Okay, 52 minutes.
- Plenty of time.

- Here's Café Cardinal.

We'll take the front.

- Okay. I'll take the back.

- All right.

- [speaking Spanish]

- You know these two people?

- It's okay.
I understand English.

- Great. Do you know them?

- No.

- They took this photo
in this restaurant right there.

- Uh, lots of people eat here.
I don't ask for names.

- Antonio Vargas.

Does that ring a bell?

- No. Sorry.

[phone ringing]

- Excuse me,
I'm expecting a call.

I need to answer that.

- We're not done talking here.

Hey!

[intense music]

♪

- What are you doing, huh?

I asked you a question!

- I--I thought
you were the cartel.

They always like
to pose as police.

- Okay, well,
do you believe us now?

You believe
we're police now, huh?

- Yes.

If you were cartel,
I would be dead already.

- Where is Vargas and his wife?

- Shh. They will kill me.

[both speaking Spanish]

- Where do they live?

Last chance, Pablo.

You don't tell us, we're gonna
handcuff you right now.

We're gonna walk you down
Main Street,

make sure everybody knows
that you're arrested.

Then we're gonna call
the Federales and tell them

that you've been
helping Vargas hide.

- Shh. Okay, okay, okay, okay.

I know him.

I cook for them sometimes.

- Where do they live?

- We have agents

in Ciudad Acuña right now
as we speak,

searching for your wife and son.

- Good luck.

- And when I find them,
I'm gonna turn them over

to a man named Diego Molina.

Colonel Diego Molina.

- Don't know him.

- Oh, he's a good man,
best I can tell.

Does have a lot of anger.

His wife Maria was murdered
two years ago.

Apparently, she was a lawyer.
A prosecutor.

Tried a lot of drug cases.

[tense music]

I promised him
that I'd give him a call

if I ever found you
or your family.

Kept saying something
about venganza.

But I don't know
what that means.

I don't speak Spanish.

- My family doesn't live
in Ciudad Acuña.

Not anymore.

We moved two months ago
to Colombia.

You're wasting your time.

- Hmm.

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

Hey, Jubal, it's me.

Just so you know,
we got about 33 minutes left.

The only way to turn off these
bombs is to find the code.

- All right, then get back
out there and help Scola

with the evacuation.

- Copy that.
Hey, folks, let's go.

- I don't like the look
of this, Maggie.

- I know, but it's good
that we see the guards.

Means the guy
was telling the truth.

- I have an idea.

- Okay, Maggie. You ready?

- Yeah, let's do this.

- Yeah, come on, come on,
come on, come on.

[car alarm blaring]

[guards speaking Spanish]

- Manos arriba.

- [speaks Spanish]
- Drop your weapons.

♪

- [speaking Spanish]

[announcer speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

[indistinct chatter]

♪

- All right, it's game time.

We either roll the dice
on the bomb not exploding,

or we let Vargas go.

- Listen up, it's over.

We need to let him go. Now.

I'll deal with the press.

Celebrate the arrest
of Miguel Rojas.

Justice for the victims'
families.

Try to avoid mentioning
the name Vargas altogether.

- [sighs] All right,
you heard her, people.

[cell phone rings]

- Jubal!
- Yeah.

- Maggie, what do you have?

- It's muted. She's hiding.

Is that--
- Tell Rina I need two minutes.

We still have a chance.
- Yeah.

♪

- Will I be exiting
through the front lobby

like I did last time?

- We know where they are.

Sofia and your little boy
Carlos.

We're actually
inside your house right now.

So you're gonna give me
the code,

we're gonna deactivate
the bombs,

and my agents will leave,
never saying a word

to the Federales
or Colonel Molina.

- You don't have the guts
to hurt a woman or a child.

- I'm just doing my job,
passing along intel.

I can't control what the
Mexican authorities will do.

♪

From what I was told,

Molina's wife
was stripped naked,

violated in ways
that are too disgusting--

- Okay.

I'll give you the code.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Hey, you got it?
Is it the right code?

I entered the digits
I was given, but...

- Come on.

- You sure this son of a bitch
gave us the right code?

- Come on. Come on.

All right, if there's
nothing else to do,

we need to get
the hell out of here.

- Yeah.

[intense music]

♪

- [exhales softly]

- It stopped.

[dramatic music]

♪

It stopped! Yeah!

[applause]

Yes! Well done.

Well done, everybody.

- We did it.

- Great work.
- Ditto.

- Hey, press conference
tomorrow just got a lot better.

[both chuckle]

Hey.

- Miguel Rojas has been charged

with five counts
of first-degree murder.

He's already pled guilty
to these atrocious crimes.

His arrest also uncovered
certain information

that led to the apprehension
and arrest of Antonio Vargas,

the leader
of the Durango Cartel

and the most notorious
drug lord in the world.

Vargas has been a fugitive
for over six years.

He is responsible
for at least seven murders,

including the murder
of a decorated FBI agent.

His drug operation supplies
an estimated 25% of all cocaine

sold in the United States.

His arrest is a triumph
for the Bureau

and for the citizens
of this country.

Thank you.

- What was the motive
for the five murders?

- When was Vargas arrested?
Will he be extradited?

- Will you seek
the death penalty?

- It's over.

♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- I'm glad everything
worked out.

- Me too.

- Well, truth is, we got lucky.

- Well, either way,
we got the right result.

And in my books, that's a win.
A big win.

- Hey, uh.

Were you really going to turn
Vargas's wife over to Molina?

Hmm.

Oh, um, one more thing.

I just got off the phone
with the director.

He offered me
the ADIC position for real.

I accepted.

- Congratulations.

[sentimental music]

- Let's do this.
- Yeah, yeah.

Hey, uh, you like sushi, right?

- Yeah, I like it all.

- [chuckles]
Good. Me too.

- Oh, I am so ready to go out

and have some fun.
- Yes.

- I mean, just work and COVID,
life, you know?

- Well, and you also deserve
to celebrate.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, well.

You're welcome.

- Can't believe we're finally
having dinner together.

It's been so long.

- A lot of buildup.
- Yeah.

But I hope it's worth the wait.

- I think it will be.

[elevator dings]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪