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♪

- And I'm the queen of England.

- Your Majesty.

♪

- Thomas.

- Tanja.

So how long have you been
in Berlin, Thomas,

throwing parties
you don't wanna attend?

- Two years.

- Artist?

- Student.

At Kunstgut.

- You must have rich parents.

I mean,
this quarter is very posh.

I didn't meant to--

- It's fine.

I've been running away
from that my whole life.

- Good.

- Yeah.

My friend Noah,
it was his idea to celebrate.

I got into DAAD.

It's this fancy--
- I know what DAAD is.

I have artist friends who'd
give up their kidney to get in.

Yeah.

My parents,
they aren't so enthusiastic.

♪

- You don't look like someone

who cares
what your parents think.

- I don't.

- Late as usual.

- If you say Thomas gets it

from my side of the family,

I'm gonna have Levinson
take you out to the alley.

- Your dad was late
to our wedding.

By five minutes.

Thomas?

Oh, for God's sake.

- Thomas?

♪

- Thomas!

Gabriel!

- Gabriel!

- Thomas! Thomas!

- You've gotta help him.

- Levinson, call an ambulance!

- What's happening to him?
- I don't--I don't know!

- Do something!

Is he breathing?

Please, hang on, baby.
- Thomas!

- Thomas!
- Thomas!

♪

- He had no cause to fire you.

- Smit didn't need cause.

He needed an opportunity,
and he took it.

- Why's he have it out for you?

- We had a joint case.

An organized crime outfit
running a prostitution ring

across Germany.

That case made Smit's career.

He arrested the ringleader
and was promoted.

But I had reason to believe
that he was working both sides

and paid off the right people.

You filed a report?

Damn right I did.

It was supposed
to be confidential,

but nothing happened.

I was soon hired by Europol
and put it all behind me.

But then, two years ago,
Smit joined Europol

as a senior director.

I knew it was a matter of time
before he came for me.

- What a bastard.

- I have two weeks left.

I'm still fighting.

In German, it means
"the song is not yet over."

- Ambassador?
- Ambassador.

- Uh, this is
the U.S. ambassador

to Hungary, Frank DeLillo.

- Katrin Jaeger,
our Europol liaison.

- Katrin.
- Nice to meet you.

And this is the U.S. ambassador

to Germany, Amy Schwartz.

Special Agent Jamie Kellett.

- We need to speak
to Scott Forrester right away.

- I've never had one ambassador
in my office,

much less two.

And since you're here
in person,

I'm guessing
you need something urgently?

- And with discretion.

- An American art student
studying in Berlin

was found unresponsive
this afternoon.

Drug overdose.

- Dead?
- Hospitalized.

In critical condition.

- Well, I'm sorry to hear that,

but this sounds like a job
for Bundespolizei.

- The father of the boy
is Gabriel Watts.

- The billionaire.

- And he wants answers.

- Oh, well, I'm sorry

to waste your time,
ambassadors,

but we're not a rich man's
personal detective serv--

- This would be
a personal favor

to the president
of the United States,

who called me directly
this morning.

If you need further convincing,

I'm happy to phone the director
of the FBI.

♪

- You'll receive
any assistance you need

from the German National Police
in Berlin.

- Thomas Watts,
a 19-year-old kid found OD'd

in his apartment in Berlin
two days before his graduation.

His parents flew in
from Palo Alto.

Thomas was supposed
to meet them for lunch.

They went to his apartment
when he didn't show.

If they had arrived
five minutes later,

their son would've been dead.

- Zero posts.
Thousands of followers.

Mostly likely spillover traffic

from his dad's social media
footprint.

Gabriel Watts,
founder of Force Innovation.

Seventh richest person
in the world

with a net worth
of $62.5 billion.

- Imagine having to live up
to all that.

- A privileged kid OD'ing
isn't exactly uncommon.

Not to speak out of turn,
but why are we on this?

- $62.5 billion.

That's why.

I do not like this, either,
so let's just figure out

where the kid got the drugs
as soon as possible

and be done with it.

- I've just spoken
with the BKA in Berlin.

They are expecting us.

♪

- Danke, Leon.

This is Special Agent
Scott Forrester of the FBI,

Special Agents Kellett,
Raines, and Vo.

- Leon Honsel,
Senior Chief Inspector,

Berlin Police.

You may use our conference room

if that satisfies you.

- It does.
- This way, please.

- How long have you worked
in Narcotics?

- Five years,
as of one month ago.

Six months
as Senior Chief Inspector.

- Any word on Thomas Watts'
toxicology report?

- Yes, he had oxycodone
in his system

and trace amounts of fentanyl.

Fentanyl is quite rare here.

We call it "America's problem."

- Fentanyl
is a supplier's dream:

a fraction of the cost

and exponentially
more addictive.

- Have you seen a spike
in fentanyl ODs in Germany?

- No, no.

Thomas Watts' exposure
was an anomaly, I assure you.

Here we are.

Danke, Leon.

- All right.
Everybody, unload here.

Raines, Vo, I want you to head
to Thomas' apartment.

See what you can find
that might point to a dealer.

Friends, neighbors,
scraps of paper,

anything that BPOL already has,
I wanna know about it.

Kellett, you and me are gonna
head to the hospital

to interview the parents.

And Jaeger,
if you've got contacts outside

of Bundespolizei,
now would be the time.

Senior Chief Inspector Honsel
seemed a little quick to deny

fentanyl overdoses
are happening here.

- I caught that as well.

I'll reach out
to my counterparts

at Interpol in Berlin, okay?

- Okay.

You ready?

Mr. and Mrs. Watts?

I'm Special Agent
Scott Forrester.

This is Special Agent
Jamie Kellett with the FBI.

- Finally. Uh, Gabriel Watts.

My wife, Marian.

And this is, uh, Mark Levinson,
personal security.

He's been with the family
for 15 years.

He's cleared to hear anything
pertaining to--

- Cleared by whom?

- By me.

- I'm sorry this happened
to Thomas, Mrs. Watts.

- You'll find who poisoned him?

- That's why we're here.

- I know what you're thinking.

Affluent son
rebels against his parents,

but that's not Thomas.

He never caused us trouble.

He never dabbled in drugs.

He never asked for a dime.

- Not that we didn't want
to give him more.

You know, I tried.

I begged him.

When he said he was moving
to Berlin,

I said, "Private security.

Personal driver."

Thomas rejected
all those things.

He said
that he was an adult now

and he could make
his own decisions.

- He craved normalcy.

- You have kids?

- No.

- Listen to me when I tell you

that you would give everything,
every dollar you have,

every--every stitch
of clothing you own,

every fiber of your being
to keep your son safe.

And then he grows up
and you can't.

- My parents
were very practical.

So when Thomas was accepted
into art school,

I convinced Gabriel
to let him go.

- It was both of our decisions.

It was the right thing to do.

- We are just beginning
our investigation.

But I have to ask,

can either of you think
of anyone

who would've targeted Thomas
specifically?

- Why?

- Personal grudge.

To get to you, your money,
through your son?

- No. No one.

- Thomas makes friends
wherever he goes.

♪

Ah, we haven't found evidence
of opioids on-site,

but CSS are sending samples
to the lab for testing.

- Security cameras?

- The building has one camera

in the lobby, and uh,
there are two security cameras

in the foyer across the street.

We have been using them
to identify the guests

at the party.

They're en route
to give statements.

- We'll explore
in the meantime.

- Oh, yes, yes, please.
Anything you need.

♪

- Raines, how many shirts
do you have in your closet?

- Couple dozen.

- More than this?

- Witnesses are here in case
you would like to assist us

in conducting the interviews.

- We would.

- Finn Mueller.

Graduated
from Berlin Art Institute

seven years ago.

Now living in Munich.

What were you doing
at a party here?

- I work for DAAD.

Yes, in Munich.

Maybe you don't know it.

- Deutscher Akademischer
Austauschdienst.

German Academic
Exchange Service.

I know it.
- Ah, yeah. Excuse me.

I work, uh, in admissions
with DAAD.

He was--he was quite
an impressive artist.

I advocated for Thomas,
so when he was accepted,

I came to Berlin
to congratulate him.

- How long did you stay?
- Half hour.

Like you said,
I wasn't going to hang around

university students all night.

- Did you observe any drug use
at the party?

- With artists there's always
that possibility.

I did not observe it directly,
though, no.

- None of it makes sense.
Tom is so straight-laced.

One beer and he's passed out
on the couch.

You know his parents
won't let me

into the hospital to see him?

Family only. Unbelievable.

I'm Thomas' closest friend.

- How'd you meet?
- First week of school.

Tom was introverted.

Never told any of us
his last name

or whose son he was.

And we didn't care.

He was just Tom, you know?

Eventually,
he admitted his dad bought him

this posh Mitte flat.

Made me swear
to keep it a secret.

- What can you tell us
about the party?

- It was just a few friends
celebrating.

- There were over 100 photos
from that night

tagged at this location.

- You didn't let me finish.

I tried to keep things small.

12 people maximum.

But then social media,
and a party is a party.

Is it not this way everywhere?

♪

It was a blank canvas
before the party.

I'm sure of it.

- You know her?

- Tom was talking to a girl.

I didn't recognize her,

but she had dark hair
like that sketch.

And she was wearing black,
how do you say, um, army boots.

She seemed older. Maybe 25.

I saw them come in here,
but I only caught

the back of her head.

- When did they return?

- They didn't.

It is so rare for Thomas
to be with a girl,

much less a stranger.

I wasn't going
to throw off his vibe.

But when he didn't come home...

- Home?

- I meant to say, um--

- Noah, I know
Tom doesn't live here.

Bureau's empty, no laptop,
no person effects.

Only art supplies.

He may paint here,
but he doesn't live here.

- Tom has a flat in Kreuzberg.

He said his parents
would never let him live

in that quarter.

♪

- This is Thomas' idea
of slumming it?

- Look in all the drawers.

Don't stop
until you find something.

- There's nothing here.

- Tear this place apart
if you have to.

♪

- Drop the gun.

♪

- Drop it.

- Scott Forrester
and Jamie Kellett, FBI.

We are on official business
with Bundespolizei.

Lower your weapons.

- Everybody, stand down.

Put away the hardware.

We're all on the same team.

♪

- What the hell is this?
What is going on?

- These guys work
for Gray Desert.

- Oh, man.
- It's nothing personal.

- Gabriel Watts has employed
them for many years.

He's asked for reassurances,
safeguards.

- That's not how this works.

- Well, my understanding is,
the FBI is here as guests

to the German government,
correct?

If you need confirmation,
I'd be happy to make--

- They are contaminating
an avenue of investigation.

- Tossing this place
is a damn raid.

Any chance we have of finding
evidence is now gone.

- I'm just following
Gabriel Watts' directives,

same as you.

- Same as me?
- We don't work for Watts.

- I'll rephrase that.

Just wanna find out
who gave Thomas

a hot batch of OxyContin.

That is our only agenda here.

- Hey! Uh-uh.

- Per Mr. Watts' instruction,

Gray Desert
reviews everything first.

Now, I'd be happy
to share our findings

if you'll reciprocate.

- The Berlin police--

- Senior Chief Inspector Honsel

gave us his consent.

Electronic devices belonging
to Thomas

are Gabriel Watts' extended
personal property.

- Then maybe
you didn't hear us before.

We do not work
for Gabriel Watts.

- Then I suggest you take
that up directly with him.

- You contacted
every politician that you know

to bring in the FBI,
and then you went off

and started
your own private investigation.

- That's my son in there.

I leveraged all resources
at my disposal

to find out who did that
to my boy.

Identify multiple
possible solutions.

That's how you
increase productivity.

That's how you innovate.

- You're undermining
our investigation

and slowing us down.

- Gray Desert
will send that laptop

and that phone to Tel Aviv.

They will crack it, yes,
and they will be thorough,

but it will take three days
minimum.

We have an agent on our team
right now, here in Berlin,

who will have them
spilling their secrets

in one hour, guaranteed.

- Give Agent Forrester
what he needs.

- Sir,
the folks at Gray Desert--

- Do it, Mark.

♪

- Ilse, thanks for meeting me.
- Always, Katrin.

- You were at Bundespolizei
before Interpol, yes?

- I was.

- What can you tell me about

Senior Chief Inspector
Leon Honsel?

- He's not corrupt.

Just in over his head
and desperate to please.

- How so?

- His father's in Parliament.

- Say no more.

- I've been considering
your American overdose.

- What's this?

- I've cross-referenced guests
at the party

with previous arrests.

- Yes, yes, yes.
We already did that.

- Oh, I know, Katrin.

So I cross-referenced guests
with previous hospitalizations.

Maybe Thomas' supplier
is a user himself.

And can lead you
to the drug lord.

♪

- Katrin.

- Ugh, not now.

- While you
are a Europol investigator,

you still report to me.

And that's what's missing:
reports.

The United States' president
is personally asking Europol

for updates on this case.

I have nothing
to tell my supervisor.

- Herr Smit,
I will say this clearly

so there will be no mistake.

This is my last case,
and I intend to solve it.

Politics.

- Thomas' laptop,

completely vanilla
on the surface.

Schoolwork, family photos.

But then,
a one-key recovery partition

he didn't want anyone to find
with active social media

under a pseudonym.

- Thomas wanted
to separate his talent

from his last name.

- Go back to his social media.

Any new followers
after the party?

- 37.

- There.

♪

- Tanja Kessler.

Graduated from Freie University
six years ago.

She's an artist like Thomas,

but doesn't seem to have had
as much success.

- Got an address.

♪

- Berlin's supposed to be
a mecca for young artists,

but it's unaffordable
unless you get accepted

into a fancy residency
or you have rich parents.

- Or talent.

- I'm sorry. What's this about?

- Thomas Watts.

- How well did you know him?

- We only met a couple
of nights ago.

There was a party
at his apartment.

Heard about it on Snap.

- So you wandered
into a stranger's apartment

and ended up talking
to a kid all night

whose dad happens to be worth
what, $62 billion?

- I knew none of that.

- Tell us how you got talking.

- Uh, I was on my way out.

Party wasn't my taste.

But then I looked over
and I see Thomas.

He was just as bored as me.

We had a really nice time.

Or I had a really nice time.

I thought I'd hear from him
after, but...

- He's in the hospital.

Overdosed.

- What?

- Just walk us through
what happened.

- What, is he okay?

- We don't know.

- Um...

Thomas told me he got
into DAAD.

That might mean nothing to you,

but it's a huge deal
for artists.

So I said, "Let's celebrate."

I meant drinks,
but he brought out drugs.

- He did?

- Yes.

- Had you done oxys before?

I won't pretend
to be a white flower.

- Thomas, though,
he seemed conservative.

I was surprised.

But then he took out two pills,
and we each swallowed one.

- Just one?

- At the start.

Then Thomas became manic.

He started saying,
"I wanna draw you.

Let me draw you."

Thomas had his easel
and charcoals out.

Then he took more
and more pills.

I kept asking if he was okay,

but he just kept drawing
like he was possessed.

- So what, he got sick
and you just left?

- No.

The sun came up.

Thomas said he was sleepy

so I told him to call me,
and I went home.

I liked him.

You know that feeling
when you first meet someone

and they just see you?

- Sure.

- You know how rare that is?

- Did he tell you
where he got the drugs?

- He said someone was in town
and hooked him up.

♪

- No misdemeanors, no unusual
credit card activity,

no regular cash withdrawals.

- Inherited some money
after her grandmother died.

No employment history since.

- She's pointing the finger
at someone outta of town

who supplied Thomas
with the drugs, so...

- Ah.

- What?

- Finn Mueller.

He came in from Munich
to congratulate Thomas

on his acceptance
to the art residency, correct?

- That's what he said.

- Well, Finn Mueller
has been in Berlin before.

- You didn't tell us
that you overdosed in Berlin

six months ago.

Why keep that detail from us?

- I knew you would react
like this.

With judgment.

I'm not a dopehead, okay?

- Your toxicology report
said you had enough opioids

in your system
to knock out a school bus,

yet you survived because
you build up a tolerance.

Tell us again
you're not a dopehead.

- I was clean
for a whole year.

Hardest thing I've ever done.

Yeah, stress triggers relapses.

I've a new job where
artists' futures depend on me.

The pills...they helped.

- You dropped by Thomas' house
to congratulate him, right?

Did you try to help him too?

- Every day I wake up,
my brain fights

to deprive my body
of what feels like air.

I would never pull anyone
into that.

- The information you have

could help us find whoever
did this to him.

- Everything
works through apps now.

By referral only.

Super high-end,
as easy as Uber Eats.

- And you
were Thomas' referral?

No. I just told you. No.

- We're gonna need that app.

- It's Schwarzer Pinguin.

"Black Penguin" in English.

But it's useless
without a code.

Every week,
they change the referral code.

Without it, you can order
all you want,

but you won't get a response.

- So get the code for us.

♪

- There's no drug-ordering app
on either side of the partition

on Thomas' laptop.

- On his phone then?

- The bodyguard
only handed us a laptop.

- What?

Oh, I'm getting
real tired of this.

♪

- Stand back.

- Again.

Oh, no.

Oh, please, no.

Please. Please, no.

No.

♪

- We are so sorry
for your loss, Mr. Watts.

And we're gonna
do everything we can

to find
the persons responsible.

- I, uh, Marian and I,

we appreciate what you did
to help, but...

my team will handle it
from here.

♪

- Frankly,
I thought you'd be pleased

with this development.

Just this morning,
you wanted to pawn

this case off
to the Bundespolizei.

- Yeah, well, that was before
a 19-year-old kid

with his whole life ahead
of him died in front--

- BPOL is more than capable

of continuing
this investigation

without all of your--

- Not with Honsel leading it.

- I'm sorry.
Who am I talking to here?

- As a courtesy to you,

because I do cherish
your collaboration,

I am letting you know
that we are not giving up

on this case until we have
a drug supplier in custody.

- Should I get the director
of FBI on the phone?

- Call him.

I'm sure he'd love to hear

that a private security firm
is running point

on an international
investigation.

In fact,
I will call him myself.

♪

- Perhaps
you could give me an update

on your investigation?

- We have Tanja Kessler,

the last person
to see Thomas Watts alive.

She denied giving him
the drugs,

but it was in her best interest
to do so.

- She pointed the finger
at someone out of town

who supplied the oxys
that led us to Finn Mueller.

He's an admissions advisor
at DAAD.

- And Finn Mueller led us

to a drug-ordering app,
Black Penguin.

Now he claims he didn't
give the app to Thomas,

but because we don't have
his phone, we can't confirm it.

- Where are we on the phone?

- We are arranging
for its transfer.

- So you are speaking directly
with Gray Desert?

- We welcome the assistance
of outside entities,

such as yourself,
who can help us bring this case

to a firm resolution.

- Should we try the app?

- We should. Fire it up.

♪

- Okay, Finn Mueller.

- Ask for a menu.

- 10 blues, 5 snow?

- Tell 'em
it has to be tonight.

♪

Okay, Raines, Vo,
you collect the drugs.

Kellett, you and me
will keep a distance,

follow the delivery man,
let him lead us

to a stash house
or the supplier.

And then joint bust, okay?

- Yes. Okay.

♪

- There's nothing out here.

- Exit the club.

You will see a park
across the street.

- We're on the move.

- I see you. Go into the park.

♪

- We're made.

- Get down on the ground!

- Get him up!

- Turn around!

- Don't you move!
- I got him!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?

- Executing our assignment.

- This is just a delivery man!

Are you serious right now?

- You compromised our bust!

- He almost got away.
You should be thanking me.

- For ruining our only chance
of trailing him to the source?

- There is your source.

♪

- This is absolutely
ridiculous.

This makes no sense to me.

Okay, you know what,
let me ask you one question.

- How did you work
in Narcotics for five years

and not know you don't report
a police operation

to a private security firm?

- I assure you,
I was just keeping them

up-to-date
with the investigation

so we may not
cross-purpose our efforts!

- Senior Chief Inspector,

we understand
your position here.

A giant international spotlight

is pointing right
at the narcotics unit

you run here in Berlin.

The quicker
that spotlight goes away,

the better for you
to keep everyone thinking

you know what you're doing.

But your incompetence has made
things infinitely worse

this time.

- If you'll excuse me,

I've a confession to obtain.

- Of course. Absolutely.

- Guys, we have an update.

- Levinson
turned Thomas' phone over

to the Bundespolizei.

Confirmed, the Black Penguin
app was on it.

- Any record of Thomas
using the app last Friday?

- Ordered a dozen oxy.
- That's it then.

- And the pills
the delivery guy had on him,

cut with fentanyl.

The same batch
Thomas must have taken.

- And what is the delivery man
saying?

He knows nothing,
the pills were planted.

Says he's never heard
of Thomas Watts

or the Black Penguin app.

- Thank you.
Thanks very much.

♪

Agent Forrester,
no hard feelings, I hope.

Mr. and Mrs. Watts wanted me
to assure you

they're happy justice
was served.

However we got there,
I'm just glad we got there.

- Will you be leaving Berlin
then?

- Yeah,
family wants to get back.

Start making
funeral arrangements.

- What's it been,
uh, three, four days

since you've been here?

- We landed Thursday.

- Well, give the Wattses
my sincere condolences.

- Appreciate that.

♪

- They got there ahead of us.
- What?

- Thomas kept a secret
apartment in Kreuzberg.

Secret even from his parents.

But Levinson was there
before we arrived,

confiscating the phone
and the laptop.

- The German police
were sharing info with him.

Honsel admitted it.

- But Vo and you discovered
that location.

Kellett and I went straight
to that apartment.

How could they have gotten
there before us

when only we knew the address?

We checked the cameras outside

of the party apartment
in Mitte, right?

- Right.
- I wanna see if there

are cameras outside
of the secret apartment

in Kreuzberg, and I wanna know
who visited Thomas there

up until the time he left
for that party.

♪

I'm gonna need you to answer
a few questions.

- I'm sorry, I thought--

- Not you.

Him.

That's you,
11:00 p.m. Thursday night,

walking up to Thomas'
secret apartment in Kreuzberg.

- No, that is not me.

- Oh, you need a better angle?

Here's one
from the ATM across the street.

- Okay, fine. So what?

- Why were you
at Thomas' apartment

the same night that you

and the Wattses flew in
from California?

- Because I have been
with this family for 15 years,

and I have great fondness
for Thomas.

- So you told his parents
you were gonna see their son

at his secret apartment
on the night you arrived?

- I've no idea.
I don't remember.

Everybody had jet lag.

- Finn Mueller told us
he never gave Thomas the app.

- And Tanja Kessler said he had
someone in town he knew

who hooked him up.

Someone he knew.
- Well, that's not me.

- You kept that phone until
you knew where we were going

with our investigation.

Then you downloaded the app

and pointed the finger
at Black Penguin.

- No way. You have the guy.

You found the drugs
on the dealer.

- The baggie you pulled out
of his pocket?

- I have the full capacity

of the Federal Bureau
of Investigation behind me.

Now, how long
do you think it's gonna take

until I know exactly when
that app was downloaded

on his phone?

♪

- I want a lawyer.

How could you?

- It was an accident!
I didn't know!

- How could you?

How could you?

It was my son!

- Mr. Watts!
- Come on, Mr. Watts.

- No!
- It was an accident.

I'm sorry.

- Get him out of here!
- Mr. Watts!

- That was my son!
That was my son!

- However we got there,
I'm glad we got there.

- I owe you an apology.

- No, you were doing your job.
Same as me.

- Well, as a diplomat,

I could use lessons
in diplomacy from you.

- Ha.

No, you were caught
in a tough position.

- If there
is anything you need,

please don't hesitate to call.

- You know what,
actually, there is something.

How well do you know
the higher-ups in Europol?

♪

- I don't know how you did it.

- Did what?

- I was fired today
while you were reinstated.

The executive director said
there was political pressure

to remove me and keep you.

Katrin, what did you do?

- Good.

♪

- Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.

No, of course,
I know what this means.

Again, thank you.
I really appreciate it.

- Who was that?

- Remember when we saved
the attorney general

from that assassination
attempt?

- Of course.
- Well, Forrester and I

have been working
on multiple fronts to--

Mr. and Mrs. Watts,
thank you for coming.

- I don't understand
why we're here.

- Yes, I'm sorry
for the scant information,

but I wanted to be sure.

- Be sure of what?
- Thomas kept a partition

on his laptop
where he created a pseudonym

for his artwork social media.

He wanted people to see him
for his art

and not his name.

♪

- These are his paintings.

♪

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