All language subtitles for FBI.International.S01E03.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

[stirring music]

♪ ♪

- Breathtaking, right?

- I'd rather be at Lake Travis
on my pontoon boat

with a beer in my hand.

- You cannot be serious.

- [laughs]
- I was about to

throw you out of this car.

- You think they still
yodel around here?

[car horn honks]

- [laughing] Stop.

[horn continues honking]

Hey, we've got time.

[horn honking]

[tires squealing]

[dramatic music]

Whatever they want.

We do not get paid enough
to take a bullet.

You're with me, right?
Right?

♪ ♪

- Get out.

Where are they?
- Where's what?

♪ ♪

[gunshot]
- [screams]

- He tried to test me.

You saw what happened.

Where are they?

- In the trunk, in the suitcase.

In the lining of the suitcase.

- Thank you for your help.

[in German]

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

- [in German]

[dramatic musical sting]

♪ ♪

- Well, that's a hell
of a way to start the day.

- I've been here before.

- In my bed?

Yes, I'll confirm that.

- No.
You leaving for New York.

I've been here before.

I cared about someone,

and I didn't try
to stop them from leaving.

I don't want to make
that same mistake with you.

I want you to stay.

- Let's just make the most of
what time we do have together.

- So you are
taking the position.

- I've bounced around
a lot in the Bureau.

I need to pick a spot
where I can finish my career.

And New York
is just closer to home.

But I appreciate you
saying what you did.

- All right then.

Before you go, I have an idea.

- God, I love how quickly
you recover.

- Before you do go...
- Mm...

- Let's get away for a weekend.

No city.

Some hotel where we don't
have to hide being together.

[Tank whimpers]

Pet friendly, though.

- Well, that goes
without saying.

[both chuckle]

[phone buzzes]

- We caught a case.

- What're you all working on?

- Going over various scenarios

for the GS-14 qualification.

- Awfully ambitious, Vo.
- Well, see, I'm gonna

need to do things like this
on my path to being

the first
female director of the FBI.

- I'll give you keys to the
office after my ten years

of first African American
director of the FBI.

- Well, then, you might want
to start applying to the test,

because that's the last tip
I'm gonna give you.

- Took it three weeks ago.
If you need any pointers,

I'd be happy
not to provide you with any.

- Oh, you are messing
with the wrong girl.

- Stay!
Okay, everyone, listen up.

Swiss federal police
are requesting our assistance

on a robbery-homicide.

- Melissa Miller
and Chet Lewis, both U.S. cits.

Lewis was shot once
in the back of the head.

Miller was able to escape.

Both Lewis and Miller
are retired cops,

now licensed private
investigators out of Dallas.

- Swiss police haven't
gotten much from Melissa,

as she's been in surgery

for injuries sustained
during the robbery.

But Swiss police
got that these two

were hired transporters moving
four cryptocurrency wallets

to a place called Wellix,

a cryptocurrency vault
in the Alps.

- I've heard of that place...
It's basically

the Fort Knox of cryptocurrency
on the planet.

- Full disclosure: my grasp
on cryptocurrency wallets

is similar to my grasp
on "Finnegan's Wake,"

which is to say loose,
in a nutshell.

- [small laugh]
Wallets are the equivalent

to a safety deposit box.

If you don't have
a crypto wallet,

your coins are sitting on
an exchange somewhere online.

There were some online hacks
in the past

that caused some concern
over this.

Hacks are less likely today,

and companies are being held
to higher safety standards,

but some people still feel safer

having their coins in a wallet.

The downside is,
if your coins aren't online,

they're essentially sitting
on a flash drive, or wallet.

If you lose the wallet,
you lose it all.

Speaking of, this guy in London

is paying the city
7 million pounds

to search the local dump
to find a hard drive he tossed,

the one with 27 million
in Bitcoin on it.

- Jaeger will meet us in Zurich,

make intros
with the Swiss police.

- Let's take the jet.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Captain Dante Graf,
Swiss Police.

Scott Forrester, Jamie Kellett,
Andre Raines, Cameron Vo, FBI.

- Melissa Miller,
the transporter, is here.

You're free to talk to her.

In fact, she stated
she'd be more comfortable

speaking with you.
- Thank you.

And since we haven't
worked together before,

let me tell you
a little bit about us.

We have no hidden agenda.
We just want to work with you

to help you find
who killed the American citizen

in your country.

But we also know
we are guests in your country,

and we don't do anything
without telling you.

- Very good.

- Then we're in business.

- Chet and I were hired
by a security consultant

named Gene Pruett,
and I can get you his info.

Um, we posed as tourists,

and the job was to bring those
crypto wallets to the vault.

- Were you and Chet a couple?

- Um...

Not officially, no.

We, uh, we were both
coming off of divorces,

so we were taking our time.

But, yeah, we were...
We were dating.

- How much currency
was on each wallet?

- No idea.

No, we asked Pruett and

he said that
wasn't for us to know.

- Who did the wallets belong to?

- That was not
told to me either,

but we were to meet Pruett
and the owner

at the vault when we got there.

- Did you get a look at the guys

who robbed you and killed Chet?

- Not the one
who killed Chet, no.

The other one, he...
He seemed to be in charge.

He had a mask on,

until he went
and got the wallets,

and then
when he walked back over to me,

he didn't pull
his mask back down,

and that's when I knew
they were gonna kill me too.

- And how did you get away?

- When he turned back
to a black SUV,

I threw a Hail Mary
kick behind me

and caught the knee
of one of them.

And then I jumped the guardrail,

and they shot at me,
but they missed.

[exhales shakily]

Sorry.
- It's all right.

You made it.

- Chet has two daughters,
12 and 15.

And he died face-first
on some asphalt

for $500 a day plus expenses.

[crying softly]

- I have an informant
here in Zurich.

Knows a lot of
the robbery crews around here.

I'm gonna go find out
what he knows.

- You should bring along
local police

so they don't think
we're going around them.

Didn't you hear
what I promised Captain Graf?

- Not with this informant.
He'll only talk to me.

Plus, it's just a feel-out.

If he has anything real,
we'll loop the Swiss in.

- Okay.

- Portugal.

- Huh?

- That's where we should go,
for the weekend.

- I'll look into hotels.

- I can't believe it.

And you let these people travel

without any means
to protect themselves?

- We did what we always do.

- When was the last time
you spoke with them?

- About two days ago.

- You were only in contact
every two days?

- Yes.
- A lot can happen

in 48 hours, Gene.
You blew this one.

[overlapping greetings
in German]

- This is Leland Schmid.

He's the Director of Security
here at Wellix.

- Who are they?

- Well, the gentleman
is Steve Webb,

owner of the stolen wallets.

Next to him is security
consultant, Gene Pruett.

- All right,
who's in charge here?

- Who am I dealing with?
- Captain Graf, Swiss Police.

Scott Forrester, FBI.

- Why are the Feds here?

- My team is the international
arm of the Bureau.

We're based here in Europe.

- So what's the latest
on my wallets?

- That's what we're here for,
to get more information.

- Oh, so you're nowhere.

- Your daughter?

- No, that's
my girlfriend, chief.

- We'd like to take a look
at your vault, please.

- Yeah, let's go do that.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- How much was on each wallet?

- Well, it was 19 million
when they left Dallas.

It is now 20.5 today.

- Mr. Webb has done
three runs already

from his home in Dallas.

Each time, we've used
a different couple

to bring four wallets,

and this was gonna be
the fourth and final run.

- Why the elaborate nature
of the run?

- You know,
I stopped explaining to people

why I do what I do

about the time I hit
half a billion in net worth.

- Oh, I hear ya.

And congratulations
on all your success, Steve.

But you're gonna have to
explain this in granular detail

because we have a DOA male
that you hired.

- Gene did all the hiring
and the logistics.

All I would do
is meet the couriers here

to confirm that they arrived,

and then I'd deposit
the wallets into the vault.

- Who knew how much Webb
had on his wallets?

- No one.
Unless he told somebody,

and I wouldn't know about that.

The amount that our clients
keep in their cold storage

is their business.
We just secure the wallets.

- We'll need a list
of all your employees

and highlight any who had
any interactions with him.

- Of course.

All I ask in return
is some discretion.

We value our reputation.
- We'll do our best,

but your Yelp reviews
aren't our priority.

- I understand.

- Just get us the names,
Mr. Schmid.

- I'm assuming your wallets

aren't fixed
with a tracking device.

- That's correct.

- Are they transferrable?
- No.

But I did put
a password protection on each,

so I'd like to see
those greasy bastards

try to take some money out now.

- That's actually in our favor,

as they may reach out
for a ransom demand.

- Yeah, good.
I'd like to see them try.

In the end,
they're gonna walk away

with 20 euros
and a kick in the ass.

- Let us handle
any of the negotiations, Steve.

- Yeah.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

- What's up, Hoschi?

Wow.

Still got that futon, huh?

- What do you need, Jamie?

- You hear anything
about the murder-robbery

at the St. Gotthard's Pass
the other day?

- Well, what do you guys know?

- That's not how this works,
Hoschi.

- I-I'm trying to help you,

but I can't if you don't
give me more details.

Do you have suspects
you're looking at?

- Is someone here?
- Just tell me what's going on.

- Put the phone back
in your pocket.

- I'm so sorry.

If you would have come
five minutes later,

he wouldn't have been here.

[phone rings]
- Hey.

Hello?

- I'm FBI.

I can work a deal for you.

- Listen to her. It's true.

- [in German]
- Hey!

Don't dig yourself
a deeper hole.

Okay, whatever you did,
I can work with you.

[gunshot]

- Jamie...

- Aah...

[gunshots]

Jamie!

- [gasping]

[tense music]

- Jamie, it's me.
I'm right here, okay?

You're gonna be okay.

- I go to the hospital
and send updates.

- No, I should go.
- Scott, Jamie would want

you to find the shooter, no?

It's okay.

- Streets are blocked off
and a canvass

is being done right now.
- Hey, we need cameras pulled

and all the neighbors
interviewed.

- Of course.

- Notify the SIOC

and the IOD
that Jamie's been shot.

Send them SITREPs
with each development.

- Copy that.

- I want to know
everything about this dirtbag.

- Yep.

- Agent Kellett came here alone.

- She did.

- You assured me you'd keep...
- Not now, okay, Captain?

Not right now.

We need to go
over your story again.

- My story?
That sounds ominous.

- Why didn't you wire the funds
to the vault?

- I got hacked six years ago.

I don't trust
hot storage anymore.

I put everything
in cold storage.

That's the wallets.

- Do you keep any backups?

- That's a redundancy risk,
so no.

Is whatever you're looking at
on your phone

pertinent to this case?

- Nope.
- Then put your phone down.

The FBI was contacted
by your insurance company.

They heard about the robbery.

They wanted to speak
to the lead investigator,

see if this was all above board.

And I told them
I didn't have an answer yet.

- My former investment adviser

made me take out that insurance.

The policy covers the cost
I bought the crypto at,

which was like 400 a coin.

I've made 150 times that since,
so you can do the math.

My watch is worth more
than I'd get back

from that insurance right now.

- [chuckles]

That's a fair point.
- Mm-hmm.

- But as you know,
all Bitcoin transactions

are recorded
on a digital ledger,

and we traced
your time-stamped transactions

and confirmed that your coins

were acquired
before your divorce.

It doesn't look like you
disclosed any of that

on your financial affidavit.

Sit down!

- I filed for divorce
four years ago.

The vast majority of the price
appreciation on those coins

happened after that.

My ex-wife is not entitled to

any returns on those coins

after the date
on those divorce papers.

- You know, a cynic might think

you were hiding assets
with the wallets,

or had them stolen... and for
the purposes of this scenario,

I'll put that in
"quotes" for you...

To avoid them going to your ex.

- Well, let me guess.
You're a cynic.

- I am today.
- [chuckles]

Am I under arrest?

- No.

- Well, see ya.

[chuckling]

- You ever dealt with
a self-made billionaire before?

They live in their own world.

- Yeah, well, he's living
in mine right now.

We have two DOAs, and my
colleague's in the hospital,

so if this is an inside job
gone sideways,

I'll bury him.

- This list is
all your employees.

- Yes.
- Janitors, everybody?

- Mm-hmm. Yes, yes.

- Anyone with a record?

- Well, nothing felonious,
if that helps.

- Who was Webb's main contact
at your vault?

- I was.

- And when did Webb
approach your company

about transferring
his cryptocurrency here?

- Oh, he didn't.

His security adviser,
Mr. Pruett, did.

Apparently, Mr. Webb had been
keeping his wallets

in his own personal home safe,

and, well, they became
too valuable for that.

Like having four Van Goghs
hanging in your foyer.

- So, it was Pruett's idea
to move the wallets.

- Yes, that is my understanding.

- Thanks for your help.

- You're welcome.

- Any word on Kellett?

- No.

You?
- No.

Hey, if I got shot,

my parents in Richmond, Virginia

and my sister in Atlanta.

I've got their names and numbers

on my desk at the office.

- Yeah.

And, um, I'll get my list
together too.

It'll be in my top drawer.

- Okay.

- The bullet nicked her
abdominal aorta,

and she's still
bleeding heavily.

We've already transfused
five units of blood,

and she's going to need more.

We have to repair the aorta

and proceed with
an exploratory laparotomy,

where we open up her abdomen

to see the extent of the damage.

- But you feel confident...

- I don't make predictions.
I'm sorry.

- I understand.

- You are her coworker?

- And a friend.

- I will be back
when I know something.

- Okay, thank you.
I'll be right here.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- Okay.

Do they seem confident?

Okay, thanks, Katrin.

She's going into surgery now.
She'll keep us posted.

What do we got?
- Did Jaeger say what surgery?

- She'll keep us posted.
What do we got?

- I had the Dallas office run
background on Melissa Miller.

Open source shows
three revolving credit cards

of small balances, all current.

No indications of large deposits

or liquid assets
in any accounts.

And we ran her name through
our indices and came up empty.

She's clean.
- So was Chet.

- What else?
- Nothing from ballistics.

I mean, the slugs taken
out of Chet

and Kellett's informant
were Hydra-Shok

and they couldn't get any lands
or grooves off of them,

since they mushroomed on impact.

- Security camera system

in the entry
to the apartment building

is 20 years old but can track
who comes and goes.

This guy entered the building
five minutes before Kellett

and left one minute after
she placed the call to you.

Looks like he knew
the layout of the building

and shielded himself
accordingly.

But we found a neighbor
who has a camera system,

and we were able to access it.

Image is outside the residence
of the neighborhood,

but nothing so far.

- Did the shooter come over
to the apartment

knowing Kellett was on her way?

I mean, to kill her
and her informant?

Or was it wrong place,
wrong time?

- That's one of the questions
I intend to ask this gentleman

very soon, face-to-face.

[phone rings]

From Pruett.

They've been approached
about a ransom for the wallets.

- He changed his mind.

- What?
- I spoke with my attorneys,

and they tell me
I'm under no legal obligation

to cooperate with you
on this matter, so...

- You may be the only way
we can get

who killed your transporter
and shot one of my agents!

- Well, you see right there?
That's the exact reason

I don't want you
involved in this.

I can't risk you screwing
this up for me, which you will,

because you're after blood,

and all I want
is my damn money back.

- Scott.

Scott, Scott!
- You're gonna let him do this?

- We're Swiss.
We won't be getting involved.

- Gene, let's go.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Are the Swiss
tracking Webb's phone?

- Both his and Pruett's phones
are already dead.

Keep in mind, Pruett is
a high-end security adviser.

If they don't want to be traced,

they won't be traced.

- Hey.

- Surgery was a success.

She's recovering.

- That's good.
- Yeah, yeah.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- It's me.

I'm here.

You're the strongest person
that I know, Jamie.

I don't know what
I would've done without you.

Run this as an address,
or a partial phone number.

- Does Agent Kellett
have any family stateside

we should notify?

- No, she doesn't have any kids.

Unmarried, unless you count
the Bureau as her spouse.

- Boyfriend?

- Um...

I don't think so.
- Okay.

Well, great news
about her recovery.

Let me know if I can
do anything on my end.

Forrester?
- Yes, all good.

Thanks, Isobel.

Run 2604
as the first four numbers

on a plate for a black Cayenne.

- Got a hit.

It's a rental.

We'll need all
the evidence collected.

If you find anymore,
let us know, okay?

Thank you.

Car's been here for a few hours.

No witnesses.

- I ran a nexus for all
the locations

the car's been
the last three days

against all the suspects
in the case

and employees from the vault.

It was parked two days ago
in front of a house

outside of Zurich,

owned by this guy.

- Agent Forrester,

how can I help?

[grunting]

- [softly] Let's go for a ride.

- Yeah, that's... that's Hoschi.

- And how do you know him?

- Well, he's how this whole
thing got started, in a way.

- Well, then I'm glad
I showed you his photo.

- Yeah.

We, um...

we met through a mutual friend

and Hoschi found out
I was working at Wellix,

and he started making overtures
over the next few weeks.

At first, I said no,
but then I was passed over

for a promotion at work, again.

You know,
I've worked there five years.

Five years,
not one single promotion.

- I don't care.

Then what?

- I told him that I was working
with this crazy Texan

who was transporting wallets
in suitcases.

At first, I did not know
how much was on each wallet,

but then... then Mr. Webb,
after the third run,

he, uh, when he came to meet
the couriers at the bank,

I guess he had a few glasses
of wine beforehand,

because he started
getting very talkative.

- And Hoschi,
he brought in other people?

- Yeah.

Two men.

One of them did
all the talking, Kristian.

Kristian Hess.

- And the couriers,
were they in on it?

- No.

No, I knew when the last
two couriers

were going to arrive
at the vault,

so I just worked backwards
from there,

and I was able to figure out
who they were

and what flights out of Texas
they were on.

And...

[whimpers]

you know, they were
not supposed to be killed.

I was assured
no one would be killed.

Yes.

- How do you communicate
with him?

- I have a number.

And I text him
and he always calls me back

from a... from a blocked number.

- Have you texted him
since the robbery?

- No, no, I thought I'd let
things settle down first.

- Text him.

- Ask if everything is okay.
- No, he'll ignore that.

The only way he's gonna respond
is if you piss him off.

Text him, "Where's my money?

I want my money.
Where's my cut?"

Bombard him with that.

Thank you.

- Get these bastards!

[phone ringing]

- Yeah?

- You're worried about your cut?

- I want my money.

I want my money!

- Those wallets
are password protected,

which you failed to mention.

Unless you have the passwords.

Do you?

- No. No, I did not
know they were protected.

- No matter,
we have already negotiated

a ransom for the wallets.

Your cut is I don't kill you.

[line beeps]

- The signal is going in and out

because he's turning
his phone off between calls,

but he's in the area.

- I have eyes
on Webb and Pruett.

They're in the park,
on St. Annagasse.

- Pruett is answering
his cell right now.

- We have a ping on Hess.

- He's bouncing Webb
and Pruett around this area

until he feels
it's safe to meet.

- They're on the move.

Headed northwest.

They both sat down outside
at a Cafe Moho.

There's a lot
of foot traffic out here.

- We have to be careful

in case a confrontation
goes down.

- Hess and another male
just sat down with them.

It looks like
they're transferring funds

onto a laptop.

This is gonna be quick.

- Move in.

- Hey, wait.

What are you doing?
Wait a minute.

- Get in!

- [breathing hard]

[bystanders screaming]

- Tank, Fass!

[Tank barking]

[Tank snarling]

- [screams]

Help! Hilfe!

- Fuss.

Where's the other suspect?

- Give me the name of the guy
who shot my agent.

- If you don't,
you'll assume full...

- I know how it works.

- What's on your mind, Kristian?

What do you want?

- I want citizenship
for my girlfriend and her son.

They're Turkish.

- Aiding illegal immigrants

is a solidarity crime here
in Switzerland.

I will put in a request.

- That's worth nothing.

I want it guaranteed.

Or you get nothing from me.

- My director at Europol
knows the state secretariat

for migration
here in Switzerland.

He's been made aware
of the circumstances,

and he is 90% certain
that it can be arranged,

as long as the girlfriend
has no outstanding warrants

and Hess gives a full
and honest confession.

- Mm-hmm.

- We call that a home run
back where I'm from.

So, he's 99% certain

that your girlfriend and her son

will be given citizenship.

- I want it in writing.

- Kristian, you've been
making money on the streets

since you were, what, 15?

When did you ever
get anything in writing?

You always
had to trust your gut.

What's your gut
telling you now, looking at me?

Am I lying to you?

It will get done.

- Ulrich Zimmerman.

Oh, and you should know,
he told me many times,

he's not going back to prison.

Achtung.

Be careful.

- [grunts]

[wheezes, gasps]

- Do you know what I love?

Telling guys like you who swore

they were never
going back to prison...

you're going back to prison.

- We got him.

- [sobbing]

- So you didn't think you
could clue me in on this, huh?

You cost me $20 million.

I think you owe me $20 million.
- I understand.

- And you,
you almost got me killed.

- Whoa!

- [groans]

All right.

I want you to arrest him
for assault, right now.

- We're Swiss, we won't
be getting involved.

- [groaning]

- You cracked the case
while pumped full of morphine.

- That has to be a first.

- And to think my mom always
used to give me a hard time

for writing
reminders on my hand.

Said it wasn't ladylike.

Thank you.

I know you all
went above and beyond.

- We'll meet you in the lobby.

- The doctor said you're gonna
be here for a few more days,

and then you can
come back to Budapest.

I'm gonna stay here
with you, okay?

The nurse said
she could wheel in a bed.

- When you look over a cliff
and come back from it,

you don't think about
career accomplishments.

You think about the people
that mean something to you.

I don't want
the New York job now.

I want to stay here.

Because I'd really miss
working with Jaeger.

[chuckles and winces]

- Why are you always
busting my chops?

- I want to stay.

I want to stay with this team.

And I want to see
where it goes with you.

If that's what you want as well.

- It is.

- What are you gonna do
about dating a subordinate?

Do we keep hiding this?

- Well, if we were in
the Washington Field Office,

we would.

But we're in Europe.

Let's make the most of it.

[wolf howls]