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Sweetheart...

No, I'm about to head to a dinner reception

for the Bahraini Ambassador.

I'll call you back.

Yes. I love you too.

You see this?

What did I say about leaving any marks?

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- This is Serhan Dogan.

He's a former army major,

currently the military attaché for the Turkish Embassy.

He's been with the delegation for three years,

going back and forth to Istanbul,

where his wife resides.

He's gone missing.

- Going on 14 hours.

- I thought at least 24 had to pass

before someone's considered missing.

- For most people, but he's a foreign diplomat

who checks in regularly with his security staff.

- And he didn't check in last night?

- No, phone goes straight to voicemail.

It's not even emitting a signal.

- Maybe he turned it off.

Occasionally, people like to throw off

their electronic yokes.

- Yeah, well, his Mercedes was found abandoned

down by the Anacostia River.

- Yeah, that's not good.

- No, and with the strained state

of U.S.-Turkish relations,

Director Casey isn't waiting for an official investigation.

If he's been abducted, we need to find out by whom

and what it is they want.

- It wasn't long ago that the Turkish ruling party

crushed an attempted coup.

- And they've had incidents with protesters

outside their embassy.

- Yeah... well, that's an understatement.

I mean, really more like a beat-down.

- It could be somebody's looking for a little payback.

- Why don't you two start with the Embassy?

And Kilroy, see what you can dig up

on his digital footprint.

- Speaking of electronic yokes...

- Yeah. Well, let's get to work.

- Major Dogan never fails to check in.

It goes against the security protocols

he himself has implemented.

- When was the last time you spoke with him, Mr. Kasim?

- Yesterday afternoon: he left to run some personal errands.

- No.

- Does Mr. Dogan have any enemies?

- Well, of course. Anyone in his position would.

- Well, sure, but any-- any that can mean him harm?

There was an incident

with the locals from a Turkish community.

- No, agitators...

merely looking to generate negative press.

Major Dogan did what he had to do

to safeguard the visiting dignitaries.

- Our security forces dispersed an unruly mob

outside our gates.

Following the incident, their leader, Beren Hasan,

threatened that the Major's days

in the Embassy were numbered. - Right.

- Any idea where we can find this Hasan?

- Mm-hmm, please.

[light Middle Eastern music playing]

- We'd like to sit at Mr. Hasan's table.

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- I'm sorry, Mr. Hasan isn't here.

Maybe he's in the back.

Snuck in when you weren't looking.

- I'll check.

Wait here, please.

- Nice girl, not much of a poker face, though.

- Oh, so if it's poker we're playing,

doesn't three of a kind beat a pair?

- Yeah, pretty much.

- Hey, easy. Easy, fellas.

We're just here looking for some information

on a guy named Serhan Dogan.

- Wait.

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- I am.

What is your interest in Dogan?

- He's missing.

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- We heard you had a run-in with him not long ago,

that you threatened him.

- Because he assaulted us.

He's missing, huh?

And you think I must have something to do with it?

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- I do not believe in violence.

What about them?

- They're okay with it.

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So...

what do you know about Dogan?

- Well, I know he's not the upstanding diplomat

he projects to the world.

- Meaning he has another side, one he hides,

that likes to party, indulge himself.

Gets rough with young prostitutes.

- Young enough to make him a hypocrite

to everything he supposedly stands for,

and deserving whatever fate has befallen him.

- Excuse me.

Yeah?

- So, it seems our boy, Dogan, has been discharging

a little more than just his duties lately.

- So it seems. You have something?

- Yeah, I dug into his finances

and found out he's been paying for a second cell,

uh, a Gordian phone.

- It's a--it's an encrypted phone.

Guys with security clearances use 'em,

or guys with something to hide,

namely from their significant others.

- Can you get into it if it's encrypted?

- Yeah, everything has its vulnerabilities,

and, luckily, some, uh, kid in New Zealand

found one in the Gordian OS

and posted it to a hacker forum,

so thanks to Ulian Ackland, I'm in Dogan's phone.

- Kilroy, can you get a location on it?

- Yeah, dude, I'm sending it to you now.

That's why I'm calling you. - Thank you.

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- According to Kilroy.

- All right.

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- Dogan.

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Looks like he was drugged and then beaten to death.

- Hasan said he liked to get rough.

Scumbag got what he wished for.

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- Police! Drop your weapons!

Down on the ground! Now!

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[indistinct police radio chatter]

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- Detective Lyons, NSID.

Mind telling me what you're doing at the scene of a murder?

- My people were working in conjunction with

the Turkish Embassy to locate Mr. Dogan.

FBI

- Joint Terrorism Task Force.

When a foreign diplomat like Mr. Dogan

disappears on American soil,

we have to consider all the possibilities.

- That's above my pay grade.

So, we got an anonymous tip

that there was a body in an abandoned building.

How'd you guys beat us to it?

- Because we traced his phone to this location.

- Any idea what he was doing down here?

- No, but we were told he likes to frequent prostitutes.

- Figures.

This place is a hotbed for sex trafficking:

gangs, drugs.

- Well, a lot of that demand comes from the Beltway.

- Oh, yeah.

Constant supply of hotshots wanting to get their jollies.

And we can't touch 'em because of diplomatic immunity?

Never ends.

I'm guessing Dogan was probably rolled by a pimp,

lured down here by some young girl.

- Yeah, but if he was robbed,

why was he still wearing his watch and his wedding ring?

And why was he brought here?

- Somebody wanted to get information out of him.

Beating he took was brutal.

Looked personal.

- Thanks for your insight.

You found your Dogan then, huh?

This is now officially a homicide investigation,

so if it's all the same to you, we'll take it from here.

- Of course, Detective Lyons. We'll leave you to it.

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Didn't you guys just find a body?

- We've been excused. Police business now.

- Not quite.

Director is worried Dogan's murder

will enflame tensions between Turkey's ruling class

and opposition groups like Hasan's,

who they'll assume are responsible for his death.

Could lead to more violence, both here and in Turkey.

- Well, Hasan did say Dogan deserved it.

- Yeah, but it doesn't mean he killed him.

- Either way, we need to find out who did.

I have a thought on that.

Well, don't look so surprised.

All right, uh, I-I, uh, got into Dogan's phone.

I did a little digging around.

Turned up a bunch of text messages,

one of 'em from some guy calling himself CT69.

There's a reference to "new merch."

There's a link to an escort service on the dark web.

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Some of these girls barely look old enough to vote.

- Yeah, well, that's the point. Most of them are kids.

Likely trafficked here for sex. Who sent this?

- I don't know. They used an email-to-text app

to mask their identity,

but I--I'm assuming it's the pimp.

According to this text, it was probably the blonde

and the pimp who rolled Dogan.

- Or if not, maybe they know who did.

- We need to get to them.

- Fastest way to a pimp is through his wallet, right?

- Making a date.

- Good work.

- All of these girls have the same tattoo.

- Those aren't tattoos. They're brands.

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- Busy day. - Yeah.

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- You all right...

with this case?

- It's not gonna be a problem.

- That's not why I was asking.

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- I know.

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- I got a bite.

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"He would like to know what I'm into." Hmm.

- Say...

blonde, white.

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Younger the better.

I'm gonna need a shower after this.

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"I have what you want.

When? Where?"

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"9:00, Vista Motel..." Classy guy.

"Room one. $1,000 cash."

- Good work.

- I just need a john now.

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Serious? - You have the right look.

The I

- No, the I'm-not- law-enforcement look.

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- Yeah, okay.

Um, no, good. Never better.

- I'm rela-- why don't you relax, okay?

You're not the one who's gonna get shived out here.

- No one is gonna get shived. Just sit down.

What, you want me to sit down over there?

You realize how many layers of filth exist in that--

- I don't think about it. - You should think about it.

Here, let me--let me-- - Please don't do that.

That's not a good idea. Kilroy...

- Oh, for the love of God.

Now I regret doing that.

- I told you not to bring that stupid thing.

We're standing in a biohazard.

- Car coming. It could be our girl.

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- Okay. Here we go.

- It's not what I signed up for when I took this gig.

- Just relax and be cool. - You--okay.

You--you relax, you be cool. All right, I'm cool.

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Hi.

- Hey there. - Come on in.

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Um...

nice to meet you.

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- Oh! Right, yes, sure.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I have--sorry.

Oh, hey, hey, what are you-- Santana.

What are you-- what are you doing?

- Hey, hey, hey.

Easy. I'm not gonna hurt you.

- I didn't do anything. We were just talking.

- Relax. We're not the cops.

- Just to talk.

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Okay?

What's your name?

- Lucia.

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- Her name is Ava.

- Do you know where we can find her?

- No. She hasn't been around.

That's why he sent me.

- Cesar.

- No. A driver.

- Cesar, he's who you and Ava work for?

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All right.

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Is that Cesar's tattoo?

- All of Cesar's girls have them.

I need to check in with him, or I get in trouble.

- How about we take you to him instead?

- I don't know.

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- We just wanna talk with him. Promise.

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- This is the place.

- I'll check it out.

You stay here with her.

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I don't think Cesar's gonna be branding anymore girls.

- He's dead.

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Since when does a pimp not have his phone?

Out back. He's running.

- Stay put. It'll be all right, okay?

*

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- In the alley, headed to the street!

- Hey!

- No!

- They just disappeared.

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- And they weren't the only one.

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Damn it.

- Pimp's name is Cesar Torres.

Belonged to a gang called the East Heights Mob.

Uh, known for sex trafficking,

mainly girls from South America,

but it could be from anywhere.

- Well, at least Lucia got away.

- Or went back to the gang, out of fear.

- Cesar carved out a real niche for himself,

catering to dudes like Dogan,

you know, rich guys with, uh, particular tastes,

if you can call them that.

- Yeah, basically, or looking like it,

and charging a premium.

- Okay, so now we have two victims?

The only victims are girls like Ava and Lucia,

trapped and branded by low-life pimps

to be sold to entitled, protected scumbags like Dogan.

They're not victims,

they're criminals,

and if you ask me, they got what they deserved.

- Straight up.

- That may be,

but our job here is to find Dogan's killer...

okay?

So we need to stay focused.

- I noticed his phone was missing.

You know, it could be the killer

looking for their next target.

- Let's try searching for unsolved murders

that might match the pattern.

It might help us anticipate their next move.

- Maybe Cesar saw the killer when he brought Ava to Dogan.

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He could've been a witness. - That would make Ava one too.

- We need to keep looking for her.

- I've got a place in mind.

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- So, what's your connection here?

- Theresa. So nice to see you again.

Been a while.

- I know. Work's kept me pretty busy.

- I'm sure.

Well, we appreciate any time you can give us.

- Uh, Diane, this is my colleague, Bryan.

- Pleasure.

- It is.

In fact, Theresa was just telling me all about it.

- Well, why don't I just show you?

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We help women out of bad situations,

ones they often can't get out of on their own.

- Domestic abuse, sexual assault,

human trafficking, among other things.

Women who too frequently are invisible

to the rest of society.

We provide counseling, rehabilitation,

pro bono legal referrals, job placements,

but mostly, we offer a safe space

where these women can begin to rebuild their lives.

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- That's really impressive.

- It's because of volunteers like Theresa.

*

- Um, actually, today, we're here looking for someone.

I was wondering if you've seen this girl.

Her name is Ava.

- Yeah, she's been here.

I don't know her well, but I know someone who does.

- Her name is Ava Conrad. Why?

Has something happened to her?

- Not that we know of.

We just want to speak with her.

- Oh, I haven't seen Ava in weeks.

- For almost a year.

When I met her, she had just hit rock bottom.

She had escaped an abusive boyfriend,

who got her hooked on drugs

and forced her into prostitution.

- Good.

I mean, there were anger and trust issues,

but with time and help, she was turning it around.

She got clean.

She got a job, got an apartment.

She even reached out to her father,

who was desperate to hear from her.

Is he in town?

- I don't know.

- You said you haven't seen her.

What - She slipped.

Got arrested buying drugs.

Lost her job.

That's when she stopped coming here.

- You, uh--you mentioned she had an apartment.

You don't happen to have the address, do you?

- Sure.

Truth is...

getting our women out of trouble

is only half the battle.

For many, it's the road back that's the hardest part.

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If you find her,

please tell her we're here for her.

- We will.

Meg, thank you so much for your time.

- Mm-hmm. - Thank you.

*

- It may be just me, but I feel this case has struck a nerve.

Is there something you wanna talk about?

- Honestly, I just wanna find Ava

and wrap this thing up, okay?

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- She's two months behind.

I tried serving an eviction notice,

and she's never here.

Like I need another deadbeat to deal with.

- Here...

this should buy her another couple weeks.

- And us a little privacy.

- It's your dime.

*

- Looks like she left in a hurry.

- And hasn't been back.

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- She didn't pack anything.

- She probably didn't have a chance.

*

Most traffic girls are kept under lock and key.

Cesar would've taken her somewhere else.

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- Hold it.

Hands where I can see 'em.

You boys wanna tell me what you're doing here?

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I recognized that guy.

They were from the Embassy.

- I don't know.

But one thing's for sure:

We better find Ava before they do.

- You're sure they were from the Embassy?

- Positive.

- Somehow they'd found out about Ava.

- Maybe they knew about Dogan's extra-curricular activities.

- Then that would mean they'd know about Cesar and Ava.

- Well, their ruling party has already survived a coup

and faced condemnation for cracking down on

dissenters like Hasan.

The last thing they need hitting the news cycle

is that their diplomat is in the habit of

buying young trafficked girls.

- If Hasan knew about Dogan and the girls,

maybe he saw this as a chance to expose or eliminate 'em,

cause a scandal for the ruling party.

- The Embassy is trying to clean it up.

They're trying to erase that part of Dogan's life.

- Yeah, it's a cover-up.

They wanna make sure Ava disappears.

- Well, we need to get to her first.

We have no idea where she could be.

- I might.

Nah, I'm good.

- I mean I don't need you to come.

- I said I'm good.

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- Just leave her be.

*

- Nice night.

*

- You scared me. - Sorry.

*

- Maybe.

Actually, I'm hoping that you can help Ava.

I told you, I-I haven't seen her.

- I know, but Ava's in a lot of danger,

and she probably doesn't know that.

- I just--I don't know why you're telling me this.

- Because I remember that you found her at her lowest point,

when she had no one,

and it's not a stretch to think

that she might wanna find that safe space again.

- Well, if she does, I will let you know.

- Yeah, I noticed that you bought

some hair dye at the drugstore.

It's not really your shade, though.

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I can help her, Meg.

*

- Someone who wants to help.

- I advised the Director about

the security agents at the Embassy.

He said not to confront them.

He doesn't wanna risk this becoming

an international incident.

Any word from Santana? - No, not yet.

- Look, I don't know what's going on with her,

or why she's shutting me out.

- This has nothing to do with you.

- Well, what does it have to do with?

You know what, fine,

but I don't know how you expect this team to function

if we can't even talk to each other.

- Mills...

- Has she ever talked to you about her time in the army?

Or about how she and I met?

- No.

- I was with him that night at the motel.

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- Is Dogan the one who did that to you?

*

And did you do anything to him?

- No.

I got dressed, and I left.

I was with another date yesterday

when I heard he got killed.

I panicked, and I ran.

- I don't know what happened to him.

- Okay.

Ava...we need to go to the police

and tell them what you just told me.

- Yeah.

- They can't do anything for me.

- Because Cesar used to brag that he would make us disappear

if we ever tried to leave,

because he and his guys are protected by a cop.

- Yeah, that's how I met Cesar.

He took me to him after I got out of jail.

- This cop, you remember his name?

*

- Once, I heard Cesar call him...

Lyons.

As in Detective Lyons?

*

Okay, listen, Ava...

you are in very real danger,

and I need you to come with me.

*

- Santana was working in Iraq with JASOC,

providing arms for counter-insurgency forces,

as part of a CIA program.

But then, NSC imposed a cease-fire.

We stopped distributing the weapons,

and the insurgents returned.

- Yeah, I remember.

They recaptured many of the villagers.

- Yeah, they executed the men and the boys,

and they raped and kidnapped the girls

to sell into the sex trade.

Santana came across one such group:

captured Yazidi girls.

Some of them were just children.

*

Santana decided she had to do something about it,

so...

she cut a deal with the insurgents.

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- Arms for the girls.

- Mm-hmm.

It didn't take JASOC long

to figure out what she had done.

When I heard about it, she was facing a court-martial.

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Women have always had to deal with

rampant harassment, sexism,

and Santana was no different.

I mean, her superiors saw her actions as

reckless, emotional,

and without merit.

I didn't.

- Called in a few favors.

Instead of a court-martial, she got a letter of reprimand

and an Other-Than- Honorable discharge,

but still, it cost her her career.

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- Almost her freedom.

- And I have no doubt she would do it all over again.

*

- It's--it's okay. I got you.

*

Everyone, this is Ava.

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- I just knew where to look.

She admits that she was at the motel with Dogan

the night that he was murdered, but...

she says she had nothing to do with it, and I believe her.

- No.

I'm sorry. - It's all right.

- Back to square one.

- Or maybe not. Check this out, come here.

Five years ago, there was a sex trafficker.

He was holding three girls in his apartment,

when the police caught him.

- He walked on a technicality.

- Yeah, but he didn't get far.

About three months later, he was found in a vacant lot,

beaten, drugged, and, uh, castrated.

Case is still cold.

- Who were the women he held captive, does it say?

- Two women from South America,

one women from Virginia named...Megan Chandler.

Meg?

- From the shelter.

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- She's not only counseling trafficking survivors.

She is one.

- Meg was looking for Ava.

She could've found her, followed her to the motel,

saw her with Dogan... getting rough.

- And attacked him after she left.

- From me.

When I ran to her place,

I told her that Cesar would be angry and looking for me.

I told her about his shop.

- So, other than a PR nightmare,

this has nothing to do with the Embassy.

This is about a vigilante.

- And a dirty cop.

Detective Lyons.

Are you sure?

- Ava said that Cesar was working for him,

and now Meg knows that too.

We need to stop her.

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- I don't think so, bitch.

- Ava, can you tell us where you and the other girls

were being held when you weren't working?

- I'm not sure.

Cesar always took different ways to get there.

- You remember what type of place?

Uh, an apartment, hotel?

- A warehouse.

You think you'd know it if you saw it?

- I don't think I could forget it.

- All right, let's take a look.

- No, she's already gone.

- Clozapine.

- That's an antipsychotic.

- She's been crushing the pills.

- That makes them ejectable.

- That's how she's drugging them.

- No, she probably has it on her,

along with a dose for Lyons.

- Has Ava managed to give you a location yet?

- We're working on it.

*

- No.

Uh, do--do you remember anything in particular

you might have heard or remember hearing?

- Just traffic.

Like, um, start

- Steady.

- All right, maybe near a freeway.

*

- Wait. Go back.

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That building with the pointed roof,

I see it every time they take us back.

- Yeah.

- Okay, there's an industrial park near the Capital Beltway.

It's near Hillcrest Heights. Look for the tower.

- We'll find it. - Let's go.

*

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[indistinct sportscaster on TV]

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- Got a little present for ya.

- She's the one that killed the Turk

and your boy, Cesar.

I think she had the same thing in mind for me.

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Don't leave a trace.

- No problem.

No!

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- I got this! Go find Meg!

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Don't you hate that?

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Really?

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Are you all right?

- She's gonna finish it.

- What I came here to do.

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- Stop right there!

Oh, please do it.

*

- Oh, good, it's you.

Looks like we were both right about this place.

- You mean about you running it?

*

Well, that's some decent detective work.

But the last I checked, you're no cop,

so you can't arrest me.

- No...but I have no intention of arresting you.

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- Santana.

You got him.

Good job.

- They're safe.

- Good, that leaves just one last thing to take care of.

- No, you gotta stop her...now!

Yeah, I'm pretty sure the only one

that needs to be stopped out here is you.

I know about Iraq...

and the girls you saved.

Wow.

You must not have the whole story.

I didn't save anyone, Mills.

Those girls

that I turned over to the Iraqi police,

one week later, those same police

sold them back to their captors,

so what I did made no difference at all.

And he's the same.

Just a different uniform.

As long as there are men

willing to buy women and children,

there will be men trying to sell them.

It never changes.

Meg saw that too,

so she decided to break the cycle

by getting rid of men like Dogan...and you.

- You can't kill a cop. - You stopped being a cop

the moment you went into business with Cesar.

- Yeah, but he's still got that badge,

and I'm not gonna let him use it to get out of this.

- You gotta know, whatever you choose to do,

I got your back. But executing him...

that ain't gonna change anything out here.

It's just gonna change you.

- Then what would you suggest I do?

- Same as Dogan and Cesar:

punishment that fits the crime.

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You there? - I'm always here.

- You find what we're looking for?

- And then some.

Lyons made dozens of cash deposits under the IRS,

reporting him out of, uh, 10 grand.

Transferred it all to an account

in the Cayman Islands,

that and a 34-foot boat in the Keys.

Good luck explaining that one, pal.

- We found the money.

That and the testimony of the girls

and any gang members who wanna cut a deal

will be enough to put him away.

A former cop,

he's gonna be wishing every day you had killed him.

- Maybe not.

*

But I kill you,

and you're just another victim,

and I would rather expose you for what you really are.

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- For what it's worth,

you did the right thing for those girls in Iraq.

- Yeah, well...the right thing doesn't always win the day.

- It did today.

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For a second there, I thought you might actually kill him.

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- Ms. Hart.

Thank you for waiting. - Not at all.

- The Ambassador would like to extend his gratitude

to you and your people

for your diligent investigation

regarding the circumstances of Mr. Dogan's murder.

- Mm, and what are those circumstances officially?

- The police concluded he was killed

as a result of a robbery attempt gone horribly wrong.

- As opposed to being involved in

a sordid sex trafficking ring?

You all knew very well

what he was up to, didn't you?

And you chose to ignore it.

- Ms. Hart, I'm sure you can appreciate

the delicate hand this situation has required us to--

- Oh, I do, I do.

Though your security forces were anything but delicate

when they shot at my team,

while in pursuit of an innocent girl.

- Yes, that was an unfortunate misunderstanding

that we deeply regret.

- Let me be perfectly clear, Mr. Kasim.

If there are anymore misunderstandings

involving your security forces while on U.S. soil,

rest assured, the full details

of Major Dogan's illegal activities

and your knowledge of them

will be released to the press, diplomacy be damned.

Do we understand each other?

Give my best to the Ambassador.

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- I can't believe the police are saying

that Dogan was killed by a mugger.

- Yeah, after a little pressure from the State Department.

- That's unbelievable.

- People wonder why things in this town don't change.

- You're right, it's actually totally believable.

- Does that mean Meg won't be charged with Dogan's murder?

- Yes, but she will be charged with Cesar's,

will likely serve out any sentence she receives

in the psychiatric ward.

- He's facing multiple charges of sex trafficking,

kidnapping, attempted murder.

We'll put him away for the rest of his life.

*

- Well, I'm gonna go, uh,

try and do something a little more uplifting.

There's a "Texas Chain Saw Massacre" marathon

down at the Bijou.

Cheer me up.

- I gotta...be somewhere as well, so...

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You wanna join?

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- Uh, sure.

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- * Pick it up

* Pick it up

* And start again

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* You've got a second chance

* You could go home

* Escape it all

* It's just irrelevant

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* It's just medicine

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* It's just medicine

* When I met you

* You

* You

* You

* You

* You

* You

* You

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