All language subtitles for FBI_ Most Wanted 4x01 - Iron Pipeline (English)

? I'm drifting away from the shore ?

? And I have no control ?

Amber, show your brother
how to do a handstand.

Handstands are for girls.

Hey.

How are my precious
little dumplings today?

Come in the pool, Aunt Darlene.

Aunt Darlene's got to get to work.

Love you.

Love you.

Y'all have fun. See you tomorrow.

Thanks, Dar.

See you tomorrow, Aunt Darlene.

- So how'd you do?
- Seven.

- Nice.
- Yeah.

All right, kids. Come on.

Get out of the pool.

Bye, Aunt Darlene.

Are you sure this is a good idea?

Hell yeah.

Oh, my God!

Wait till you see what I got.

Go, go, go, go, go.

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Mom.

What happened? You okay?

Oh, I got a spot on my blouse.

So I went to Marshalls to get another.

You can't walk to Marshalls.
That's, like, three miles away.

I couldn't find my car keys.

You're not supposed
to be driving, either.

You can't do this.

No?

Hey, Mom.

Why don't you put this on, okay?

Okay.

- Is she okay?
- Okay.

She's dazed and confused.

PD found her wandering
down Riverdale Avenue,

barefoot in her bra.

I was in the shower.

I didn't hear the door alert go off.

- This is bad, Claire.
- I know.

I brought her a shirt.

Not that. This.

Everything.

She has to go to assisted living.

They say that when
we're ready, it's time.

I'll make the call today.

Work. I got to go.

- Can you...
- Of course.

Go.

Hey, you must be Agent Barnes.

I'm Remy Scott.
Nice to finally meet you.

Likewise.

- How's the little one?
- Theo's doing great, thanks.

So no second thoughts
about coming back to work?

Truth be told, I think
Theo's happier with my nanny

than with me or my wife.

Good, 'cause you'll need
to jump in with both feet.

Ortiz transferred to LA.

Father's having health problems.

Yeah, I heard.
I'll have to reach out to him.

Ladies, good morning.

Sheryll! Oh, it's so good to see you.

Good to see you. Hey.

How are the kids?

What's going on here?

Summer day camp this morning.

A mass shooting
at a Delaware summer camp.

Perp just surrendered.

Seems like nowhere's safe anymore.

Used a military-style assault rifle

to randomly fire upon
the young victims...

Anais is about to start second grade.

We get ads for bulletproof backpacks.

That's awful, but we can't go down

that rabbit hole right now.

We have a fugitive to track. Anna?

Yeah, a family of four was
shot dead in a motel room

in Georgia this morning.

Brad and Louanne Cameron
and their two kids.

Why did we catch this?

ATF requested an assist.

Details to follow when we get there.

Okay.

Bird's gassed up and ready to go.
Let's roll.

Welcome back.

Yet all too familiar tableau

in our country's recent history.

Lucas Peele, ATF.

Remy Scott, Agent Gaines.

Thanks for getting here pronto.

- This was a shoot out?
- Not quite.

Our shooter finished off
the whole family

before Dad got off a shot.

Was it someone they knew?

Could be.

No sign of forced entry.

So much for a good guy with a gun, huh?

Maybe not so good.

That's a lot of guns.

Nice haul.

Yeah, it would've been.

Those boxes are all empty.

I'm guessing your fugitive walked away

with three dozen brand-new firearms,

handguns and assault rifles.

The desk clerk says the Camerons arrived

six days ago from Brooklyn.

The wife has family in Savannah.

That's their blue Toyota.

Find anything interesting in the car?

Nothing that raised eyebrows.

Brad Cameron has a gun
conviction in New York.

He served a year mandatory sentence.

In Brooklyn, those guns are worth

five times what they are here.

We call I-95 the Iron Pipeline.

Guns traffic from Florida and Georgia

up the interstate
to cities in the northeast

with tougher gun control.

Yeah, half the illegal weapons we took

off the street when I was in
NYPD traced back to the South.

Based on the price tags
and the serial numbers,

those boxes are all
from local gun shops.

I got something on the
motel security footage.

A white man trailing the Camerons

through the breezeway to their room.

Two minutes later,
he leaves the same way

he came with two pink suitcases.

They look heavy enough
to be full of guns.

Kristin and I will go talk
to Louanne Cameron's family.

You two canvas those
gun shops for leads.

Do we really have to do this right now?

I know it's hard, Ms. Sherman.

But if we wait, the man
who killed your family

has more time to get away.

Yeah, well, I want that bastard to fry.

Who murders two innocent children?

I know. We're very sorry for your loss.

We were told that your family was

visiting here from New York.

Who else besides the two
of you knew they were in town?

I don't know. Darlene?

Louanne has a few friends
from high school,

but I don't think they got together.

When was the last time
you saw your family?

Just last night for dinner.

Same for you, Darlene?

Yeah.

The police found gun boxes
in their motel room,

lots of them.

I told Louanne from day one
that Brad was trouble.

Did your sister mention any guns?

She never said anything about that.

Can you get Ms. Sherman another drink

while I talk to Darlene outside?

Darlene?

Your sister wasn't here
for a friendly visit, was she?

- What do you mean?
- Come on, Darlene.

Help me out.

You were close with your niece
and nephew, Amber and Mason?

I was.

Those poor kids deserve the truth.

Don't you think?

That's one last thing
you can give to them.

Yeah.

Something you want to tell me?

Darlene.

Brad came here to buy guns
and take them back north.

He sent me and Louanne to the shops

'cause we had clean records
and Georgia IDs

so we could buy them legal.

You do realize that's gun trafficking?

Brad said me and Louanne
weren't breaking any laws.

It was the third trip he made here,

and we never had any problems.

Do you know this man?

I seen him in the last
gun shop we went to,

eyeing me and Louanne.

Checking you out?

Brad told us to dress real slutty

when we went to the stores,

said we get better deals that way.

Am I in trouble?

That's not up to me,
but I'll let them know

you cooperated with us.

I promise you.

Have you seen this woman?

Yep.

She came in with her sister.

Sold her a Wilson Combat AR-15

and a Sig Sauer 9 mil,
six boxes of ammo too.

We heard there was
a customer paying them

some unwanted attention.

I saw that.

Can't say I blame the fella.

I know it's summertime,
but this ain't the beach.

- What about him?
- Yep. That's him.

He was playing with one of my
ARs before the girls came in.

Had a friend with him, Black guy.

Didn't buy nothing, though.

Which rifle did they handle?

That Ruger on the wall.

We're going to need
to take that for prints.

I get it back, right?

Can't afford to part
with inventory at the moment.

Every time there's a shooting
like that Delaware thing,

we get a line out the door.

Everybody and their granny wants an AR

while they still can get them.

Nice to hear the murder of
children is good for business.

I mean, poor kids, sure.

But I sell guns for a living.

We're going to need
your security footage too.

Look at this beauty.

What can you get for that, 1,000?

Are you tripping, son?

Up north, I can get three
or four grand for that.

But I'm keeping her for myself.

Hey, all this, all this is for us.

I don't know.

I wish we never followed those girls.

It wasn't supposed to go down like that.

Dad drew on me, tried to be a hero.

It was me or him.

The radio said the whole family's dead.

They saw my face.

Two kids, Walker.

All we can do is make
the best of the situation.

I know a guy in Philly.

We drive up I-95,
unload this whole stash,

we're back here tomorrow,
50k in our pockets.

With the cops looking
for us the whole way.

Looking for me.

They don't know squat about you.

We'll boost some new plates
for your car, just to be safe.

Come on, Donte, that's more
bank than you'll clear

in a year at that warehouse.

Are you in or out?

Here's our unsub and his
friend at the gun store.

It looks like he followed
Darlene and Louanne

into the motel room to rip off
the two guns they bought.

Then he stumbled onto
Brad's gun trafficking hustle,

and it all goes sideways
when Brad pulls a gun.

Right, but the Black guy in the shop

never goes into the motel room.

Well, he could still be an accomplice.

Can we ID them with facial rec?

I'm sure Hannah already thought of that.

I did try. The images were too degraded.

But we do have fingerprints
on the assault rifle.

We got four hits.

And there is our shooter...

Walker Hawley of Philadelphia.

Three convictions in Pennsylvania,

a couple of bar assaults,
resisting arrest.

He's more like a hothead
than a murderer.

All right. What's he doing in Georgia?

He went to Statesboro
junior college a few years ago.

He played on their football team.

He roomed in a frat house on campus.

Have local PD check into the fraternity.

Maybe somebody there can
put a name to Hawley's

friend from the gun shop.

That's my nephew, Donte.

Donte Colson.

Do you know where he is right now?

I haven't seen him since last night.

Does your nephew know a Walker Hawley

from his fraternity at college?

Yeah, he's here visiting from up north.

Was Hawley here last night too?

Yeah, they were both in there

watching the game before I turned in.

Is Donte okay?

How well do you know Walker Hawley?

Well, I don't know him at all.

But if he's a friend
of my nephew's, then...

Walker's got Donte
into some serious trouble.

And we need to find them
as soon as possible.

I don't know where they went.

All right, listen, Mr. Colson, we're...

we're going to need you
to help us help him, okay?

His friend, Walker,
has already killed four people.

Don't let Donte be next.

Hey, what's up, Uncle Ezekiel?

You boys coming home for dinner?

No, we're not gonna make it.

I gotta drive Walker back to Philly.

Well, why don't you come home
and eat before you go?

We're already on the road.

Where about?

I-95 in South Carolina.

Hey! What the hell are you doing?

Donte? Donte?

Get off at the next exit.

We're gonna find
another way into Philly.

I got a bead on the
phone number his uncle gave us.

It pinged in a tower in
Saint George in South Carolina.

- Then it went dead.
- They tossed the phone.

Looks that way.

Let's put a BOLO out on the car

- and flag their credit cards.
- On it.

They're on their way to Philadelphia.

I'll fly ahead with Kris,
and we'll try to figure out

where they're headed.

You grab Agent Peele
and chase them north on I-95.

Hey, why don't you take Sheryll,

let me ride with the ATF guy?

Yeah. That works too.

Barnes is crazy about me.

Right, Sheryll?

Yeah, right.

They got a 90-mile head start.

What are you gonna do?

Drive fast.

Hey, I...

We stay off the highway
till we hit Maryland.

You want something to drink?

Iced tea.

Pay with cash.

Hey, let me get one of
those scratch and wins.

Hands in the air!

Place your hands on the
top of your vehicle!

Now!

God bless the Second Amendment.

Go, go, go! Let's go!

State trooper spotted them gassing up.

The car didn't match
the plates on the BOLO,

but he decided to check it out,
and they ambushed him,

probably with one of the
stolen assault rifles.

How far are you from Philly?

Eight hours, give or take.

They've got a full tank of gas

and half a dozen
different routes into the city.

Pick one and get here ASAP.

You on your way to Hawley's house?

We just left there.

Neighbor says he hasn't been
home in a couple of weeks.

Found a motorcycle
in his garage, though,

total crotch rocket.

Light, fast, super cheap.

Good way to get himself killed.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Posted a surveillance team
just in case he comes back.

Hannah's digging into his social media.

- We'll see you soon.
- All right.

I need to pull off and make a pit stop.

You should've gone at the gas station.

While you wasted that cop?

Would you rather spend
the rest of your life in jail?

I didn't have a choice.

Use this.

I'm not taking a leak in a damn bottle.

You son of a bitch.

I got the names of
possible criminal associates

from Hawley's probation officer.

Six live in the area.

Have local PD sit on those addresses.

Any luck on social media?

Hawley has nearly a hundred
Facebook friends,

so it's gonna take a minute

to pinpoint exactly where they are.

Cross-check them with Barnes'
names and keep grinding.

We need to find out where he's
headed with those damn guns.

I want to send my thoughts and prayers

to the families of the victims

of the Wilmington Camp tragedy.

As we mourn the loss
of these young lives

and offer condolences to the
families torn apart by this,

let's also keep in mind
that the perpetrator was

a deranged individual who
had fallen through the cracks

of our mental health system.

It wasn't a gun that
killed these children.

It was an evil, disturbed young man.

These comments by...

Everything okay?

He always like this?

- Like what?
- Rude.

Uh, Kristin said
there might be something

going on with his mother,
but I'm staying out of it.

They had a room ready that fast?

Yeah. I... I'm moving her in right now.

How's she holding up?

I don't know if I can do this, Remy.

It's just so sad.

It's gonna be okay.

It's the right thing to do.

Listen, I got another call.

I'll... I'll check in with you later.

Remy Scott.

Yeah, this is Ezekiel Colson,

Donte Colson's uncle.

I need to tell you something.

What can I do for you, Mr. Colson?

My nephew, he wants to turn himself in.

Okay, that's good.

Where is he?

The officer said a hunter found him

out there in the woods,
gunshot in his shoulder.

They didn't know who they
were dealing with

until his uncle hauled ass
up here from Georgia.

- He sign a Miranda waiver?
- Yeah. Right here.

Donte, Agent Gaines with the FBI.

He'll talk to you as long
as I can stay and listen in.

That'll work for now.

Can you tell us who shot you?

Walker Hawley.

We were on our way to Philly
with the guns he stole.

He stole, not you.

The plan we had was to follow the girls

and rob the two guns
they had just bought.

What's wrong with you?

I stayed in the car when Walker

went into the motel room.

Next thing, I hear gunshots
and Walker comes running

with two suitcases,
and it turns out that

they're full with guns, rifles too.

He told me if I drive him north,

we could sell them and split the money.

Where is he going to sell them?

All I know is that
there's a guy named Teddy.

He's got a shop somewhere
outside of Philly.

Fixes motorcycles.

I just want you to know I...

I didn't shoot that family.

I swear to the Lord.

What about the cop at the gas station?

That was Walker, all of it.

Teddy from Philadelphia
isn't much of a lead.

Look for anything related
to motorcycle repair shops.

Yep. Nothing on the helmet.

45� and some coke.

Got it.

Franklin Bridge Motorcycles,
Camden, New Jersey.

That's across the river from Philly.

So what's the play here?

Call our stagecraft unit
in Philadelphia and tell them

I need a Harley cruiser.

I'm going undercover.

That doesn't sound like a good idea.

We don't know when
or where Walker's gonna

connect with this guy.

We... we can sit on Teddy for weeks,

or we can make things happen now.

Also, a helmet with some wear
and tear and a street gun.

So you're gonna go
to the shop by yourself

without backup or electronic monitoring?

I'll grab a GPS tracker,
and you can keep tabs on me.

- And I need it here in an hour.
- Okay.

These people are arms dealers, Remy.

Who knows what kind of
weapons they might have?

- It doesn't matter.
- It does matter!

Jess would never do something
this reckless.

Jess got shot.

And if that's still in your
head, we got a problem.

Things have changed
since you left, Barnes.

And I ain't Jess.

How's it going?

You want the polite answer
or the real answer?

Yeah. I get it.

My bike needs some work.

What kinda work?

I don't know. The clutch is sticky.

Maybe I need new rotor.

- I can't figure it out.
- Yeah, that's no problem.

Just come back next week,
and I'll hook you up.

Yeah, my boy says he doesn't let anyone

touch his rooster except Teddy.

- No offense.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Teddy's at the bar on the corner.

Appreciate it.

Can I get a draft?

Oh, I love this song.

Sup?

Teddy, right?

Do I know you?

Your girl from the shop
said you'd be here.

My bike needs some work.

What do you ride?

Softail Fat Bob.

Nice. Bring it by the shop next week.

That's what your girl said,

but I was hoping that
you could fit me in sooner.

Another for my friend here?

It's gonna cost you
a lot more than a beer.

It's all good.

Hey, um,

what if I was looking for something

a little more than a tune-up?

Like what?

Word on the street
is that you can get me

a couple of 15s and biscuits.

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

Hey. All good in the wood.

Guess I got the wrong dude.

Hold on a second.

Mm.

Mm-kay.

Looks like the merch
you're after is available.

12k.

Oh, killing me.

I could do 10 max.

And I need factory
fresh product, not used.

That's gonna run you 15.

Bro.

Split the difference?

No.

Meet me at my shop tomorrow, 9:00 a.m.

If you're late, the price goes up.

Teddy left the bar
and walked back to his shop.

He's still in there.

And no sign of Hawley.

If there's no Hawley, there's no guns.

Something's off.

Could be he got delayed on the road.

Our Philly officer
signed off on the cash.

Let's stick to the script.

I wish you'd reconsider wearing a wire.

Let it go, Barnes.

If Teddy finds out, our whole
operation is compromised.

Just try and get some sleep.

Yeah, right.

I'm so wired.

Kristin's headed your way.

I'm out. Talk tomorrow.

Right on time.

You got the money?

If you got the hardware.

I do indeed. Let's go for a ride.

Where to?

I don't keep that kinda
inventory in my shop.

Follow me.

Two bikes on the move coming your way.

Copy that.

Hannah, keep us in striking
distance, but not too close.

They're heading south
on Route 47 out of the city.

I don't like this.

Another satisfied customer.

Be nice if you told me
we were riding out

to the boondocks.

Make yourself comfortable.

Me casa es su casa.

Let's get down to business.

I got to get back to my old lady.

There's no business.

We want your money.

Look what I found.

I thought you came here to buy guns.

You a cop?

If that was, would I be
out here by myself?

Where's the cash?

In my boot.

Easy, baby girl.

It's all here.

I held up my own.
How about you do the same?

Get the hell out of here,
and you keep your mouth shut.

Consider yourself lucky.

If you were on a bike,
you'd be dead already.

Karma's a bitch.

Ciao bella.

The Philly office will have a good laugh

when they hear a New York
hotshot lost their buy money.

They'll get it back when
they take down the trailer.

Sounds like it was fortunate
that's all you lost.

Hey, it all worked out...
if I hadn't been there,

I never would've spotted the suitcase.

Fair enough.

Okay. Where's the other one?

My guess is, that's why they robbed me.

Now they have enough capital
to pay for the second half

of Hawley's stash.

Which means they have
to connect with him again.

Teddy's bike is on the move.

Okay, we got Teddy.
Have ATF move on the trailer.

All right. Be nice to have
SWAT back us up.

We don't know where they're going.
We're likely to be outgunned.

We don't have time to sit
around and wait for them.

This is on us.

Everybody good?

Got that money quick.

What'd you do, rob a bank or something?

Teddy's got company.

It's Hawley in Colson's car.

Hana, T-bone the access road
and box them in.

- Calvary's coming.
- Copy that.

Where's the ammo?

- Batteries not included.
- Ah.

You want the guns or not?

I can't take that on my bike.

Follow me home.

- FBI!
- FBI! Drop your weapon!

On the ground! Let me see your hands!

Don't move!

He's reloading.

Drop your weapon!

Everyone all right?

We're good.

We took down the trailer
and arrested Teddy's partner.

She put up a fight?

Claimed that she didn't know anything

about any guns in the place.

She won't be happy when
she sees my smiling face.

Between here and the trailer,

we recovered all the Georgia firearms,

except for one FN SCAR.

Pretty sure it was
purchased this morning

by a guy in a minivan.

Hana, Delaware plates, 472V5U.

Registered to a Joshua
Fogelman, Wilmington address.

I'll get a warrant,
have my people head over there.

Why is that name familiar?

That's why... his daughter, Maya,

was one of the children who was murdered

in the Delaware shooting.

Yeah, he's been all over the news

advocating for gun control, right?

Okay, so what's he doing buying

- a trafficked assault rifle?
- Damn good question.

Saddle up.
We're not going home just yet.

My daughter, Maya,
was making a clay duck

in the arts and crafts shack
when she was murdered

with a legally-obtained
military-grade assault rifle.

We don't need thoughts
and prayers or a GoFundMe

for her funeral.

We want someone to stop this...

this madness.

Joshua would never buy a gun,
particularly an assault rifle.

I saw him with my own eyes.

That doesn't make sense.

Where's Joshua now?

He drove to a media appearance

in Pittsburgh this morning.

He says that's how
he's gonna get through this,

by speaking out
and trying to change things.

He's like a man on fire.

And I can barely get out
of bed in the morning.

I know condolences don't
mean much at times like this,

but we are very sorry about
what happened to Maya.

I actually know how your husband feels.

I lost my brother
to a senseless act of violence.

What kind of appearance
is Joshua doing in Pittsburgh?

I'm really not sure.

Would you mind if I
took a look at his laptop?

I suppose that's okay.

Thank you.

Okay. I'm in his search history.

The Northeastern Rifle Federation

is having its annual meeting
today in Pittsburgh.

Josh is probably doing
an interview about that.

There is a video he watched recently,

"How to Load and Operate an AR-15."

Call him.

He's not picking up.

Josh was not in Pittsburgh
to do an interview.

He's there to make a point.

Like you said, he's a man on fire.

What time did he leave this morning?

Around 6:00.

We can beat him there on the jet.

There's no way
I'm postponing the program.

We have 800 members here
from ten states.

My keynote is in 40 minutes.

There's an armed man on his way here

to disrupt the convention.

Probably some troll online
blowing off steam.

A man whose daughter
was killed with the kind

of weapon you celebrate.

I can't be concerned with that.

Besides, concealed carry
is the law of the land now.

Most of our members will be armed

and prepared to self-defend.

I am not letting this convention turn

into a Wild West shootout.

The lobby's filling up.

We've got to clear that crowd
one way or another.

You have two choices...

call this off or be arrested

for obstructing a federal officer.

You wouldn't dare...

Cuff Mr. Cox and remove him
from the venue.

Okay. Okay.

You win.

Okay, just... just take it easy.

Fogelman's here and still
can do a lot of damage.

Spread out, and let's find him

before we have another
mass shooting on our hands.

Due to unforeseen circumstances,

today's event has been postponed.

Please find your way to the nearest exit

and log on to the NRF
website for updates.

We apologize for...

The FBI just shut us down.

I need to speak to
Senator Weston immediately.

No. No.

I can't wait for a callback.

This is urgent.

The FBI just marched into our...

what?

Forget the Second Amendment.

What about the First Amendment?

What gives them the authority
to just march in here...

Drop the phone.

I don't know who you are,

but you are making a huge mistake.

Get in there.

Over there.

Sit.

Sit down.

Do you have a gun?

No.

If I find one, I'm gonna shoot you.

- It's in my ankle hol...
- Don't touch it.

Put your hands on the table.

Got him.

Dressing room, backstage.

What do you want?

It's very simple, Mr. Cox.

I want to show you a photograph.

It's a crime scene photo
of my daughter, Maya,

courtesy of the Delaware State Police.

I am very sorry for your loss.

That's what happens when eight rounds

from an assault rifle
like this one explode

into a nine-year-old child.

I can't even bring myself to look at it.

That bad, huh?

You're gonna project this
on the big screen

out there when you speak.

I couldn't do that, even if I wanted to.

They canceled the event.

Joshua Fogelman?

FBI.

I have Peter Cox in here.

If you come through the door,
I'm gonna kill him.

You don't want to do that.

I'm serious.

I'm ready to die
and take this devil with me.

Nobody's gonna die today.

What do you want?

His phone is out there on the ground.

Slide it under the door.

What do you think?

Kristin?

I mean, for all we know,
he wants to call his wife.

The last thing we want
to do is piss him off.

Yeah, I say we do it.

It's coming through.

What now, Joshua?

There's only one way to end this

where I don't kill this man.

Okay, what's that?

The NRF has 400,000 followers.

If Mr. Cox posts the photo
to their feed, I'll surrender.

What photo?

My dead daughter.

You want the whole world to see that?

I want the people who back you to see

the carnage they perpetuate.

Next time they send money,
they might think twice.

I just sent you the photo.

I follow your feed, so don't play games.

You have 30 seconds.

Back away from the gun.

Back away! Sit down.

Stay there.

Good call.

Hi.

Can you tell me what room
Betsy Scott's in?

I'm her son, Remy.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Remy.

She's told us all about you.

You're a policeman, right?

Something like that. What room, please?

It's 307, but she's not there right now.

Everything okay? Where is she?

Oh, it's fine.

She's just in the game room,
down the hall,

around the corner, to the right.

- Okay. Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Claire.

- Hey.
- What are you doing here?

I don't want our family torn apart.

I think we made a mistake.

I did too.

I couldn't sleep last night.

I was so worried about her.

But you should see this.

Is that dominoes?

Mm-hmm.

Mom doesn't play dominoes.

I don't think they care.

Should she be drinking?

Probably not.

You want to tell her?

Yeah, right.

I got to tell you, if she's
looking to get married again,

I like her chances.

It's gonna be okay.