Original subtitles

This is so unfair.

The sooner you accept that life's not fair,

- the better off you'll be. - But you said I could go

- to the city. - If you said she could go,

- it is a bit unreasonable. - I never said she could go.

- Mom. - Doug.

[muffled crash]

[strange scream]

If I did, I didn't realize it was today.

And I assumed that you would make her wear,

you know, clothes.

[scraping]

What was that?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[rain dripping]

♪ ♪

- Help me! - Oh, God!

- Help me, please - Oh, oh!

Call 911!

- Help me! - Look at me.

- Help me... - Call somebody!

[whimpering]

- You're gonna be okay. - You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

[sobbing] Call an ambulance!

- Come on. - Come on.

Come on. Come on, keep going, Gideon.

Good boy. Come on.

Don't give up, Gideon.

There's so much blood, we didn't even need Gideon.

The girl did have, like, 30 holes in her.

Heck, you could see the blood trail from space.

It's amazing she even survived.

♪ ♪

He buried her.

You know if she's gonna make it?

We don't know.

But I'm pretty sure they're not.

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[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

ERT already removed some bodies?

The ones that weren't too badly decomposed

M.E.'s working with.

ERT sent pics of the rest.

He brings her out here,

assaults her, stabs her repeatedly,

and buries her in a pre-dug hole.

Multiply by, what, 19?

- Yep. - We made nine turns

to get here from the LIE...

It's an out-of-the-way-spot.

He knows this area.

♪ ♪

He's spent time here.

He's comfortable here.

Too comfortable, actually.

What do you mean "too comfortable"?

He buried his last victim

without making sure she was dead.

- It's his first mistake. - What does that tell you?

He's smart.

He's highly organized.

It's the only way you kill and bury 18 victims

without leaving a single witness.

♪ ♪

The Sands Point police have found

a number of human remains. They have...

All right, the JOC is hot, people.

- Kristen, you got it? - Yep.

We ID'd our surviving victim.

- It's putting out now. - Her prints hit off

a two-year-old tourist visa.

Nice work, Ms. Chazal. What do we got?

All right, her name is Hailey Nuriyev.

She's 20 years old, Ukrainian.

She came from Kiev to JFK in the fall of 2016.

Hailey doesn't sound Ukrainian.

Mother was American.

Northern-Cal, hippie,

did a semester abroad in '96.

Married a Ukrainian, never came back.

- Died in '09. - Any idea what she was doing

in New York? She have family here?

- No. - Grandparents are dead.

Visa lists Sutton Suites as her address...

Month-to-month corporate rentals...

But they have no record of her ever staying there.

Medical Examiner is ready for you.

He's got a pre-lim. Go-go-go.

Let's go.

The victims were killed over the past three years.

The most recent was three to five weeks ago.

All were stabbed approximately 30 times

with a five-inch, partially-serrated blade.

All have a similar-sized section of skin flayed

from the upper-left chest,

and they all show signs of being sex workers.

Serial killers need to get their victims alone.

Easier to accomplish when they're prostitutes.

I'll have to take your word on that.

What is that?

- In the exposed tissue. - Good eye.

Seems the killer was trying to remove an identifying mark.

Tattoos don't scar that deeply.

We working with a brand?

Heat from a branding wouldn't penetrate that far.

If it's cut with a heated blade, it does.

Not easy keeping up with her, is it?

Can you bring out that image?

The body's condition has made it impossible

to identify the brand.

One more thing... One of the girls had

polyacrylamide breast implants.

- Is that unusual? - In an 18, 19-year-old, very.

Those haven't been used since the early '90s.

Mostly in Eastern Europe. [phone chimes]

Jubal said that Hailey's almost out of her surgery.

We only have a short window before her next one.

Thank you.

The scarring in the muscle tissue

was hard to make out, but it's there.

I need to prep for a surgery.

- Thank you. - A crown?

The killer removed the same piece of skin

from the same spot on all of the victims.

All the girls probably had the same brand.

So all the victims worked for the same ring

and the brand was removed

so the bodies couldn't get tied to them.

We have to change our theory.

Serial killers leave signatures.

Something that serves a psychological need

but of no practical purpose.

If the skin was taken to hide what ring they worked for,

then it served a very practical purpose.

No signature, no serial killer.

So who are we looking for?

A trafficker.

Someone who disposes of the girls

when they outlive their usefulness.

- Help me! - Help me!

- Hailey, it's okay. - [wailing]

- Hailey, it's all right. - Sit back.

- It's okay. - My name is Maggie,

I'm with the FBI. You're safe now.

It's okay.

No one's gonna hurt you anymore.

- But what about my sister? - [sniffles]

[crying softly]

Please...

my sister...

This is all my fault.

Hailey, one in five women are sexually assaulted.

- It could happen to anyone. - You don't understand.

My sister would still be safe at home

if I hadn't suggested the employment agency.

Coming to the U.S. was all my idea.

- I had... - This is not your fault.

Tell us what happened.

Start with the employment agency.

I saw an ad online.

Pass their test and you interview

for jobs in New York.

I should have known this was a scam

Two dumb farm girls from Travneve.

I...

What happened when you got here?

[breaths shakily

Three men picked us up.

Snake was the boss.

The others were Spider and Hog.

- Ukrainian? - Yeah.

Spider and Hog were.

Snake spoke Ukrainian, but not well.

His English was better.

What else can you tell us about him?

Um...

uh, he blindfolded us...

took us to a basement...

If we resisted...

they said they would kill us and our family.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[shaky inhale] And then they raped us

for three days straight.

♪ ♪

It's how they break down your resistance.

Afterwards...

they took me away and I haven't seen Brooke since.

♪ ♪

You know where they took you?

There were four basements.

They rotated us through them.

♪ ♪

Once, there was...

in the summertime, a beach house.

How do you know?

- Did you see it? - I could hear the waves.

♪ ♪

You're doing really great, Hailey.

Thank you.

Do you know who attacked you last night?

Snake.

Do you know why?

I broke the rule.

I asked for help.

I heard Brooke was sick,

and girls that get sick and don't get better,

they go with Snake and they don't come back.

Who did you ask for help?

A john that I'd seen a few times.

♪ ♪

I took a chance.

I begged him to call the police,

and then Snake came for me, and he...

I need to prepare Hailey for surgery.

♪ ♪

Are you willing to work with a sketch artist later?

♪ ♪

Okay.

We'll be back soon.

Please...

please find my sister.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

It's all about meta-data.

Every digital photo contains meta-data...

The specific settings of the device taking the photo.

So it's like a fingerprint for cameras.

Exactly.

So, I run facial recognition

against old escort personal ads on justforjohns.com.

Found one with a photo of Hailey,

and created an algorithm to search for any photos online

with the same fingerprint as Hailey's.

So you have the camera's fingerprint?

Could be a cell phone.

I found nine photos of girls so far.

Then I ran facial recognition

against all inbound Ukrainian visas...

and viola.

Nine of the advertised women...

match with nine Ukrainian visas.

That's a before-and-after

a guy with three sisters doesn't need to see.

Nine names for nine of our victims.

Nice work!

We found the 911 call Hailey's john made

three days ago.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

I don't know what you're talking about.

I never made a 911 call.

Look, man we're not here to judge.

There's a lot of guys out there trying to avoid

- the hassles of dating. - You got bad information, man.

I can't help you.

[phone beeps] 911, what's your emergency?

Yeah, uh, there's a girl named Hailey

in a townhouse on 87th and 5th.

- She needs help. - Sir, is she breathing?

- Is she conscious? - Yeah, she's...

She's breathing.

She needs the cops. She says she's in trouble.

Okay, sir, what is your name?

- What? - Why do you need to know my...

Why do you need my name? I'm not...

I'm trying to help.

I-I... look, I can't. I'm sorry.

[line disconnects]

[indistinct chatter]

Maybe we should play it for the guys.

See if they recognize the voice.

[tense music]

I was afraid I was gonna lose my job.

I'm pretty sure lying to the FBI

will also cost you your job.

♪ ♪

Okay, I...

I was with Hailey.

♪ ♪

I just... I didn't want to get involved.

I get it.

It's okay.

We just need to know the last place you saw her.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[soft indistinct chatter]

[drill whirring, clangs]

Clear.

Clear.

Far right clear.

Left, clear.

Check upstairs.

[indistinct chatter]

Agent Bell?

We got a basement.

[suspenseful music]

[quietly] Go, go.

♪ ♪

- Let's move. - We got it.

Corner's clear!

Clear left.

What're you seeing?

♪ ♪

- Give me a torch over here. - Far back, clear.

Zero contact.

Back room's clear.

♪ ♪

[water dripping]

[dark music]

Hey, over here.

♪ ♪

[somber music]

♪ ♪

Is this paint?

♪ ♪

It's what they had.

It's make-up.

We got something here.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

The town house is owned by a shell company.

The property manager is on her way here now.

ERT found traces of polyacrylamide in the trash.

M.E. found polyacrylamide implants in one of the victims.

It was a common technique in the Ukraine

until the 1991 ban.

A legit doctor wouldn't risk his license

doing illegal treatments.

Look for Ukrainian doctors who tried and failed

to get their license in the U.S.

- On it. - Yeah.

We'll go talk to Hailey, see about this mystery doctor.

[grunts] Property manager is here now.

Conference room three.

We manage the townhouse

and several other properties for the client.

- Who's your client? - Uh, Jacob Roscha.

Very wealthy.

He lives in London.

He owns an energy company there.

- How many properties? - Couple of townhouses,

a few office buildings.

Do you think it's possible that Mr. Roscha knew

what was going on in his townhouse?

No.

I mean, it's possible,

but no.

- Why is that? - Well, he's never there,

and he's not especially interested

in his investment properties.

He has people for that.

Just seems odd that this particular townhouse

- has been sitting empty. - It's been empty

for six months while we wait for building permits.

Here is a list

of the properties that I manage for Mr. Roscha.

We're not supposed to give it out, but...

after what was going on in those townhouses,

I don't even know what to say.

Do we have permission to search these townhouses?

Well, I don't have power of attorney,

but I can contact the owner.

Okay, great.

Thank you.

Thank you.

[door opens]

We're not waiting on warrants.

I'm putting the surveillance teams

on these townhouses right now.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

Hey.

That's Snake?

♪ ♪

- [shaky breathing] - Um...

I have to ask... before this,

were you ever treated by a doctor?

No.

But other girls were.

Do you remember anything they might have said about him?

What he looked like?

They said he was old.

Uh, he told them that he'd been a doctor in the Ukraine.

Anything else?

The smallest detail can make a big difference.

Um...

uh...

he was nice.

The ones who saw him said that...

he was the only one who ever showed them any kindness.

♪ ♪

- That one, yeah. - Jubal.

Any word on the surveillance teams?

Uh, yeah, No activity at any of the townhouses.

Probably tying up loose ends.

- Emptied them out. - That's what I'm thinking.

Kristen find any possible doctors?

- Speak of the devil. - Found three immigrants

who were licensed doctors in the Ukraine,

did polyacrylamide breast augmentation.

None of their licenses transferred here.

Well, she said he was old.

- Good bet that's our guy. - Go.

- Kristen, send them the deets. - Come on.

What are the chances our doctor's in the wind?

Pretty good.

[deafening crash]

[car alarm blaring]

[dramatic music]

OA, it's our doc.

Shut the elevators down, now!

♪ ♪

I'll take the back stairs.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[clanging]

- FBI! - [grunts]

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

[groans]

[straining]

- [straining] - [coughing]

[gasping]

[shouts] [grunts]

[coughing] [bangs]

- Are you okay? - Go.

Go! [gasping]

[coughing]

[shouting in native language]

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

[tires squeal]

♪ ♪

[coughing]

I couldn't even get the plate number.

- That's gonna need stitches. - [panting]

The wall.

- You hit it on the wall? - No.

[clears throat] Snake.

He touched the wall.

We have his prints.

[clears throat]

♪ ♪

ERT pulled the prints off the wall.

Won't take long to get Snake's name.

- All right. - [inhales]

- Ouch. - Why are you "ouching"?

You're not the one getting your face sewn back on.

Hey you're doing better than him.

[indistinct chatter]

They're eliminating everybody who can hurt them.

- Yes, they are. - The girls can hurt them.

[phone vibrating] Yes, they can.

Jubal.

Hey your prints ID'd our killer.

Stepan Tsarko of City Island.

- Born in Brighton Beach. - Do you have an address?

Yeah, it's coming to you now.

SWAT and ERT are on the way.

Yeah, we got it.

Stepan's mom immigrated from the Ukraine.

She worked as a domestic at a Sands Point estate.

Matches Hailey's sketch.

His juvie record is sealed.

He spent summers in Kiev with extended family.

He's got to have partners over there.

Oh, yeah, yeah, he's got a cousin in Donbas.

Guess what he does?

It involves an employment agency?

The same one that arranged Brooke and Hailey's travel

to the U.S.

[tense music]

[door crashes]

♪ ♪

Room above is clear!

♪ ♪

Maggie.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

He kept their brands.

♪ ♪

Souvenirs.

♪ ♪

You okay?

[sniffs]

♪ ♪

See the lights on the far shoreline?

- Yeah? - That's Sands Point.

The dark patch in the middle...

that's the dump site.

♪ ♪

So this bastard...

comes out onto the balcony,

has a drink and a smoke...

♪ ♪

And then he looks out at his victims,

reliving his kills.

♪ ♪

When I was stationed in Germany,

a couple of my guys came back to the base late.

♪ ♪

Said they'd been to a brothel.

♪ ♪

Did you report them?

♪ ♪

We were headed to Iraq,

so at the time I figured, "What's the harm?"

♪ ♪

And then a few months later,

some German feds raid the place and the girls were...

♪ ♪

Trafficked.

♪ ♪

You couldn't have known.

♪ ♪

Besides, writing them up wouldn't have changed a thing.

♪ ♪

Yeah, I know, but...

♪ ♪

OA...

♪ ♪

[scoffs quietly]

Eliza lied to us.

♪ ♪

The photo was taken in Miami in 2013

when Eliza Holliman sold Roscha property.

She must have impressed him, because he hired her

and moved her up to New York to manage his properties.

Already got NYPD picking her up.

Status?

- Not yet. - Uh, the other man

in the photo is Stepan's first cousin,

Oleg Tsarko of Donbas.

Oleg Tsarko ran the employment agency front

in the Ukraine that trafficked Hailey, Brooke, and the others.

Oleg got his financing

from... wait for it...

Russian oligarch Jacob Roscha.

As I mentioned the photo was taken in Miami.

Roscha's got a yacht that he keeps down there.

So Oleg hooks up with Roscha,

sets up the exports in the Ukraine.

Oleg then reaches out to his cousin, Stepan,

to handle the imports here.

And then Roscha taps Eliza

to keep an eye on the physical locations

and manage the books and the girls.

Troops on the ground are awaiting orders

to raid the townhouses.

Warrants for this many properties will take

at least another 90 minutes.

We don't have that kind of time.

The "JustForJohns" personal site...

They're no longer offering in-call services.

- Only outcall. - Right.

Because they don't have the townhouses anymore,

so they have to bring the girls to the customers.

- What are you proposing? - We set up a date.

By then, we'll have the warrants.

We take down whoever's delivering the girls

at the same time as we raid the townhouses.

- A sting. - I like that.

I'd like to play the john.

No.

Jubal, you worked vice.

Feel like getting out of the JOC?

Uh...

- sure, why not? - Done.

Suit up.

You got the JOC, man.

That sounded weird.

Ma'am, could I have a word?

This office has exactly one Arabic speaker

with undercover experience inside the Jihadi.

I am not going to burn him

by having him play a john

in an airport motel.

You of all people should understand that.

Fair enough.

The sting was a good call.

[insects chirping]

[suspenseful music]

[footsteps]

This place isn't half bad.

- He's kidding, right? - Is this the, uh...

The honeymoon suite? [laughs]

Is it really one in five?

What?

I have three sisters and a mother.

You said one in five women are...

Yes.

♪ ♪

One in five.

♪ ♪

But by the grace...

♪ ♪

Can you see how many are inside?

Jubal, black sedan just pulled into the lot.

There's three girls getting out of the vehicle.

♪ ♪

You're in business.

You think you can handle them all?

♪ ♪

You guys watch and learn

why the ladies call me Mr. Valentine.

[clicks tongue]

[knocking on door]

♪ ♪

Ladies, come on in.

- Are you ready? - I am.

Are you? [laughs]

Do you want to choose,

or do you like all three of us?

Uh, you know what, it's my third divorce,

so I think we should celebrate with all three, don't you?

First you pay...

500 per half hour for all three...

Uh, 900 for the hour. You decide.

Uh, give me the money and I let the driver know we are cool.

- Oh, you're gonna... - You'll... you'll text?

Okay, very good.

Um, so 900.

Now, if I go with the $900 plan

but I don't need all that time, do I get any money back?

A rebate of some kind, or...?

- No. - No.

That's okay.

500.

♪ ♪

Okay, uh...

Oh, uh, you know what?

Why don't you guys have a seat?

Um, there's no mini-bar.

No drinks, but, uh, make yourself comfortable.

[clears throat]

♪ ♪

[baton clicks]

♪ ♪

- It's him. - It's Snake.

FBI! Don't move.

♪ ♪

Yeah, go for the gun.

You won't make it, but I'd sure appreciate the effort.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Tsarko's in custody.

Copy, I'll tell them.

See you soon.

Hailey's sister?

- Not one of ours. - What about the raids?

Dana said the townhouses were empty.

So Tsarko's our only chance at finding Brooke

and those other girls.

♪ ♪

[knocking on door]

ERT found sand on Tsarko's tires.

Hailey said that they'd taken them to a beach house.

It took the girls less than two hours to show up, so...

So a beach in Jersey or Long Island.

Long Island.

We just got the E-ZPass data from Tsarko's sedan.

Hit on the Triborough moving westward.

- Thank you. - Jubal.

Tell SWAT it's gonna be Long Island.

Prepare to deploy.

Maggie, you and OA gear up and go with SWAT.

You're going in.

Because Tsarko thinks women are weak and inferior.

He'll be vulnerable. He'll be off his guard.

You disapprove?

- Absolutely not. - Good.

Because I'm not going in. You are.

[tense music]

Everything you just said about why he'd respond to me

applies to you.

♪ ♪

Except that with your eye,

he'll be even cockier.

Right, and as a sadist

the pain he's inflicted on me...

will turn him on.

Also to your advantage.

♪ ♪

[sighs] Okay.

♪ ♪

You got this.

♪ ♪

[door buzzes, lock clicks]

[door closes]

♪ ♪

Um...

I just need a minute.

♪ ♪

Looks painful.

♪ ♪

Is it painful?

♪ ♪

Hurts a lot.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

Got nothing to say to you.

It's your thing, isn't it?

You like to cause pain.

That's not what drives you...

is it?

♪ ♪

What drives you...

What really gets you off...

Is experiencing their suffering.

It makes you feel like a man.

A real man.

You know, powerful, dominant.

Invincible.

That's why you chose that spot to bury the girls.

The ones that you...

punished.

♪ ♪

So you could sit on your balcony,

and you'd look out over the field...

and savor every memory.

♪ ♪

Plunging the knife in and out, like, what...

30 times in each girl?

♪ ♪

But you messed up.

♪ ♪

You got too excited,

and you raped this last girl in the parking lot

before you got to the disposal site.

We know this because we have it on security cameras.

[growls]

♪ ♪

You lie.

I never stopped in the parking lot.

♪ ♪

[handcuffs clattering]

♪ ♪

[heavy breathing]

I've got nothing to say to you.

The parking lot.

We both know I made that part up.

♪ ♪

But the rest of it was all fact,

because you just sat there and listened and smiled.

But the second I said something that was a lie, you flagged it.

We have it on video.

And to a jury, that's as good

as you laying it all out for me.

♪ ♪

Take me back to my cell.

Mm, you sure?

♪ ♪

Considering that my affidavit will be read

in the arraignment,

and the media loves serial killers...

What are you saying?

Whether the lawyer Roscha sends tells him

or he sees it on the news,

Roscha's gonna find out you're a sexual deviant.

He's gonna love hearing about that.

How he lost all his townhouses, and his girls,

his money...

All because you are a sexual deviant.

♪ ♪

You're a dead man.

♪ ♪

I need to be in protective custody.

♪ ♪

Start with where the girls are.

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

I have eyes on two adult males.

Ground level.

They're both armed.

♪ ♪

Alpha team, move to your Phase Line Green

and execute when ready.

♪ ♪

- We're blown. - All teams go.

♪ ♪

[silenced gunshot] [grunts]

[silenced gunshot] [grunts]

♪ ♪

Clear!

Go, go.

We're clear!

Clear!

[door opens]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

- OA! - [men grunting]

- Stay back! - [blows landing]

[both grunting]

Hey!

[choking]

♪ ♪

You okay?

- Yeah. - Why?

♪ ♪

[girl crying softly]

Ma'am, we got somebody else upstairs.

I'll go.

Find Brooke.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

[radio chatter]

♪ ♪

- Sure. - I'll take her.

Come on.

Hey.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Brooke?

[hopeful music]

It's okay.

Hailey sent me to find you.

♪ ♪

Guess they liked him better as a serial killer.

He still is.

He just found the perfect job to hide it.

- I don't get it. - Press sensationalizes

serial killers, but ignores sex trafficking.

50 people a year get attacked by sharks,

300,000 get attacked by dogs.

Yet, every year, what do we have?

"Shark Week." People choose to fear

the improbable over the possible.

You go to sleep at night,

do you think about the chance... That's remote...

Of being attacked by a serial killer...

Or that it's twelve times more likely

the person sleeping next to you would murder you?

Night.

I guess that was rhetorical?

Thanks for having my back.

Stairwell and the beach house.

I always got your back, Mags.

You don't have to go home but you can't stay here, people.

I might see my mom and my sisters and crash.

- You? - Uh, home.

After I make a stop.

[indistinct announcements over PA]

Hey.

Hi.

Thank you, Agent Bell.

I'm so glad you guys are okay.

I'm not so sure.

I am.

You're a fighter.

[hopeful music]

- I didn't fight. - Are you kidding me?

♪ ♪

Hailey, you were tortured and stabbed.

You were left for dead.

You fought.

You crawled out of your own grave

and you just saved 50 girls...

Including your sister.

♪ ♪

[laughs]

♪ ♪

[breathes shakily]

If you say so.

♪ ♪

[woman vocalizing]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[wolf howling]