All language subtitles for Criminal Minds - Beyond Borders - S02E03 - The Devils Breath .en

Jack:
Over 68 million Americans

leave the safety
of our borders every year.

If danger strikes,

the FBI's
International Response Team

is called into action.

♪ ♪

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

What makes you think
I'm that kind of girl?

After three years together,

now you're gonna play
hard to get?

Got to keep you
on your toes, baby.

Don't you mean
wrapped around your finger?

Well, at least something
will be on it!

You're killing me.

Oye. Riquísima, mamacita.

¿Lo que estás haciendo
con ese gringo?

IDéjame en paz!
Hey, hey, hey.

W-What's going on?
W-What'd you say to her?

Drew, stop.

Okay, let's go, Drew.
Wait.

Now, vámonos!
You got
a problem, man?

What was that, Paola?
I could have handled that joker.

This is not like New York, Drew.

In Bogotá, life is cheap
and people die for no reason,

so you got to be careful.

¿Puedes ahorrar algo de cambio?

IPor favor!
iPor favor!
Okay. I get it.

No hemos comido en días.

No, seriously.
I'm sorry.

I shouldn't run my mouth
in someplace I don't know.

Okay, then call it a night
and stay in your room.

I've barely
been out of New York,

let alone South America.

I want to go have some fun!

You'll have plenty of that
when you meet my folks mañana.

Now go to bed.

¿Señora, taxi?

♪ Sold I to the merchant ships ♪

♪ Minutes after they took I.

♪ From the bottomless pit

♪ But my hand was made strong

♪ By the hand of the Almighty

♪ We forward
in this generation ♪

♪ Triumphantly.

Look at that.
Well done, Monty.

Tied again.

Well, I did have a good teacher.

So, how about returning
the favor

and coming out on a case
with us?

You know my weapon of choice
is a computer.

You sure that has nothing to do

with the fact
that you hate to fly?

Mae told you, di...

That's the last time
I take her to happy hour.

She can put 'em away.

And hustle you in pool.

That's my girl.

What is it?

IRT just received a request
from the U.S. Embassy in Bogotá.

Let's go.

One Drew Dafaoe, 28, of NYC

was found dead in the alleyway
behind his hotel

in Bogotá, Colombia.

There was no sign of a struggle,

so local police
ruled it a suicide.

But someone doesn't think it is.

Correct-o, Drew's girlfriend
is a native of Bogotá

and says he has no reason
to take his own life,

so she filed a formal complaint
with the U.S. Embassy

suspecting there was
foul play involved.

Mae: There's nothing
in his medical record

to suggest that Drew was of
poor mental or physical health.

Drew claimed on
his visitor's declaration form

that he was in possession
of an engagement ring.

He was gonna propose.

That doesn't sound like somebody

who's about
to take his own life.

Simmons: Unfortunately,
from these photos,

I can't really tell
what happened.

I mean, he could have jumped
or been pushed.

True, but what is clear is,

in the hours leading up
to Drew's death,

his behavior was very suspect.

After exhausting
his ATM withdrawal limit,

he then went to a local bank
and cleared out his account.

So where's that money?

Missing, As is the ring.

Here I thought Colombia
was cleaning up their act.

Well, it is.

And because of it, more
Americans have visited Colombia

in the last two years than
they have in the previous 20.

Mm, but like anything,
it takes time,

so crime
is still a big problem for them.

And tourists
are always the easiest targets.

Well, especially
when the perception is

that all Americans are rich.

Which explains why 219 Americans

have been targeted
in Colombia in 2015.

And most of those
were express kidnappings.

Yeah, but after the victims
are taken at gunpoint,

go to the ATM,
withdraw the money,

they're usually
immediately released.

And these types of criminals
are highly organized,

mobile, experienced,
but not usually violent.

So, if this is an escalation,

there's no telling what dangers

more Americans
might find themselves in.

Jack:
The Colombian proverb says,

"Poverty does not destroy
virtue nor wealth bestow it."

♪ ♪

Only cinco pesos.

No. No.

No, thank you.

Good for you.
No.

Yeah, here you go.

Muchas gracias.

Get!

IFuera de aquí, ratas!

IAntes de que llame
a la policía!

ITodos vamos!
IVamos!

"Gamines,"
or "throwaway children"...

It's a remnant of Colombia's
recent civil wars.

The unemployment, poverty,
lack of housing

has left
their parents struggling

and the children abandoned.

So they live on the streets,
join gangs to survive.

What's the Colombian government
doing about this?

Not enough.

I'm sorry about this vermin.

They're a stain on our country.

Agent Garrett.
I'm Detective Benavides.

Detective, thanks for having us.

Agent Seger, Jarvis,
and Simmons.

I'm sorry that you had
to fly all the way down here

for this... how do you say...
Open-and-close case.

Oh, it certainly
looks that way, but...

It is.

This is no longer the land
of Pablo Escobar.

Colombia has taken its place
in a new world

and we would hope
that its neighbors in the North

would trust that we can police
our own backyard.

Well, no disrespect intended,

but when a formal complaint
is filed with our embassy,

we take that very seriously.

Fine. How can I be
of assistance?

We'd like to see
the deceased's hotel room.

Unfortunately,
that's not possible.

Because we didn't
declare this a crime,

we've removed
the deceased's belongings

and released the room
back to the hotel.

Which we then rented
to a new guest.

We're very busy,

and the Chico Reservado district
is very popular with tourists,

but I can show it to you
if you'd like.

If the room's been cleaned
and occupied,

then all the evidence
has been compromised.

Agreed, so, Detective,

can you instead
escort Agents Jarvis and Simmons

to the alleyway
where the body was found

so they can take a look?

Of course.

Mae, can you check out the alley

while Simmons
takes a look at the roof?

You got it, boss.

This way, por favor.

Let's go have a chat
with Drew's girlfriend, Paola.

Jack: I know this is
a difficult time for you,

so I apologize in advance
for what I'm about to ask,

but every piece of information
is vital.

Of course.

Did Drew have any involvement
with drugs or drug dealers?

Nada.

Are you sure?

Drew's father's life
was destroyed by drugs,

so he never touched them.

Where were you
the night of Drew's death?

At my parents' home in the
Teusaquillo district of Bogotá.

But didn't you travel
to Colombia together?

Mis padres
are very old-fashioned.

They would not approve of me
staying in Drew's hotel room.

They didn't know you were
living together in New York?

No.

No.

If your father found out,
would Drew have been in danger?

Mi padre loves me,
and in the end,

he has always accepted
my decisions.

And in return, I'm very
respectful of him and mi madre,

but never afraid.

Of course.

But I still believe
this was my fault.

Paola, why do you say that?

Well, Drew and I were dancing

at El Sitio nightclub
down the street, and...

when we left,
we had a run-in with an halcón.

And he tried to talk to me,
but I pulled away.

But then Drew stepped in,
and he had some words with him.

¿Halcón? A hawk?

Yes, halcones
are the lowest-ranking members

of the cartel.

They're responsible

for reporting the activities
of the police, rival groups,

back to their captains.

Are you sure he was an halcón?

He had a walkie-talkie.

Which is how they communicate.

The radio network

is a shadow communication system
for the cartels.

And carved into the handle
were the initials "LP."

LP...
The Los Primos cartel.

That's one of Bogotá's
most feared.

And he also had a gun,
so I think

they may have followed Drew
to his hotel and killed him.

I-I shouldn't have left him
there solo.

Paola, why didn't you tell
the police all this?

Because I don't trust
the policía!

Some of them are still in bed
with the cartels,

letting them run drugs
and scams on tourists.

And it wouldn't
have changed anything.

Now Drew is gone
and all our dreams with it.

I processed the roof.
There's no signs of a struggle.

It's also none of the emotion
of a suicide, either.

What are you trying to say?

Well, most people
committing suicide will stop.

They'll think for a moment.

They'll have some sort
of a hesitation.

Take off their glasses,
fold their jacket,

check their lipstick
one last time, et cetera.

But not Drew.

Security report says

that roof door alarm
was triggered,

and 12 seconds later,
he hit the ground.

There was no note,
no hesitation.

Proves nothing.

Not one person is the same.

That's true,
but there are certain patterns

that we all share when it comes
to our self-preservation,

even when we think
we want to die.

In my experience,

people do strange things
out of character all the time.

Completely agreed,

especially when they're
under the influence

of drugs or alcohol, but...

The autopsy showed

that there were no drugs
in Drew's system,

and the alcohol
that he had consumed

the night before
barely registered.

Detective Benavides,
have you had any luck

getting surveillance footage

of Drew's ATM
or bank withdrawals?

Sí, sí, sí.
Claro que sí.

I'll pull it up
on one of the hotel computers.

♪ ♪

You all right, Clara?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Paola just reminded me
of the helplessness

that I felt when I lost Brad.

Of course.

If we can find out
who did this to Drew,

it's gonna give her closure,
allow her to move on.

I hope we can do that.

We will.

No, no, no.
Cerrado.

We're closed until 6:00.

FBI.

I was hoping you might be able
to help us out.

I doubt that.

Let's give it a try, anyway.

Either of you see this man
last night?

Ahh!

I don't know.
We see a lot of people.

All those people end up dead?

No dar papaya.

"Don't give the papaya"?

It's a local saying.
It means...

That it was probably
the guy's own damn fault

for walking in yesterday,
being gringo, and flashing cash.

And maybe you helped him out
with that?

¿Yo?

You Americans
are always putting your noses

in Colombian business

and just making everything
worse.

Why don't you stop deflecting
and answer my question?

Ohh.

Mira.

Tough guy with his gun
and his badge.

♪ ♪

Now I'm just a tough guy.

But a little piece of tin

doesn't seem like it would be
a problem for you.

Hermano...
you don't want any of this.

Big guy like you
doesn't have many real fights.

Your game is intimidation.

Most people back down
before a punch is ever thrown,

but I'm not one of those guys.

So... you have anything to do
with this man's death?

♪ ♪

Okay.

Yeah, okay?

Look...

I tried to talk to his lady.

That's it. Hmm?

I was here all night
into the morning, working.

You don't believe me?
Ask him.

Doesn't mean you didn't
get on your walkie

and call one of your buddies
to take care of him.

I am just...
Whoa.

Suave.

It doesn't work.
It's not even loaded.

I am just a security guard.

The walkie and the gun
are a ruse.

So...

if people think
you're part of the drug cartels,

they think twice
before doing anything stupid?

Welcome to Colombia.

Nothing about his behavior
suggests stress.

Mm. It doesn't look like
he's being coerced at all.

Which supports the original
investigation was correct.

Does this guy look like he's
about to jump off a roof to you?

No. But it doesn't look
like he's being forced

to empty his bank account,
either.

What's up, Monty?

I just flagged Timothy Hulse,
58, Canadian.

Registered at a hotel
right down the street

from our first victim, Drew.

Also, Tim just emptied
his bank account

from the same bank,
nearly $10,000.

That's a lot
of pocket change.
Where?

Right around the corner
from your current location.

FBI!
Everybody clear!

Clear out!

It's Tim Hulse.

Mae: Thank you for allowing me
to examine

our most recent victim
on our plane, Coroner Falcao.

You know,
due to your time constraint

and our overflow of cases,

I think this is the
most effective way to proceed.

Of course.

Witnesses said
that he stepped into traffic...

Committed suicide.

So, what do you hope to find?

An answer to why someone
would go against

every survival instinct
that they have.

Monty:
The victim was not alone

but accompanied to Colombia
by his wife, Amber.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Then let's find her.
Pronto.

This might be an escalation
from "express kidnapping"

to a more classic kidnapping
with a ransom.

Yeah, it would explain
why the missus went M.I.A.

And why the bank account
was emptied.

But not why he killed himself.

Unless it was his life or hers.

Did the victims
have any connection, Monty?

They were both
were visiting Bogotá,

both used the same ATM, which is
the only one within a mile.

Outside of that,
Drew was an American...

Tim is a Canuck.

So, the unsub is targeting
not only Americans,

but foreigners.

More specifically, tourists.

And if Tim Hulse emptied out
his bank account,

walked outside, and then
within five minutes, he's dead,

why didn't we find
any money on him?

Maybe he passed it off
to someone.

That would have to be pretty
quick and organized

seeing that there's
no witnesses or footage.

This is Colombia.

Unlike America, we are limited

with surveillance cameras
around the city.

Besides the bank cameras...

Which I'm looking at now.

The footage shows that Tim left

and there's nothing
out of the ordinary.

If I didn't know any better,

it'd look like he was going
on a Sunday stroll.

If anyone was taken,
it wasn't here.

There's no signs of struggle.

Monty,
how old is Mrs. Hulse?

According to her
Canadian passport, 58. Why?

What does she do for a living?

The Hulses reported
their occupations

on their
visitor declaration form.

Tim was an accountant.
Amber is a third-grade teacher.

Why?

So, what are the odds
that a third-grade teacher

is using purple lipstick
with glitter in it?

Towels are still wet...

and there's red hair
in the drain.

I am willing to bet
that Mrs. Hulse is not a...

She's a brunet.

So why was there another woman
in this hotel room?

More importantly,
is she our unsub?

Jack,
after Tim's untimely death,

I started tracking
his credit cards,

and I just got a hit
that someone tried to use it

in a shop nearby.

It could be the people
that have Mrs. Hulse.

Monty, send the coordinates
to my phone.

I'm coming with you.

♪ ♪

Falcao: I hope
you don't take offense to this,

but in Colombia, not many women
become medical examiners.

In fact,
I've never worked with one.

You're my first.

Well, hopefully,
I'm doing the ladies proud

because I have an international
reputation to uphold.

Really?

Um, no.

I just like the way that sounds.

You're funny, too.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I'm the whole package.

So, what makes
a young, happy woman

go into the business of death?

Well, I was in med school,

and I wasn't exactly sure
what I wanted to do yet,

and then I got my first cadaver.

And she was my age.

And I found myself
wanting to know her story.

And as I started to work on her,

it unfolded
right in front of me.

Her body was telling me
exactly what

the last few moments
of her life were.

You realized the dead can talk.

Sí.

So I figured,
if I became an M.E.,

I could help
them find some peace,

maybe even some justice.

Doctor, I think we have
a full bladder.

That's unusual.

So there's a receptor antagonist

that blocked
the excitatory effect

of the ACh
on the detrusor muscle.

I think we know
what we're dealing with.

Hey. I just got off the phone
with the embassy.

They're issuing a travel warning
to all Americans in Bogotá

and a warning to other embassies

to do the same
for their citizens.

Good.
Simmons just called.

He found the person of interest
using the Hulses' credit card.

It turned out
to be Mrs. Hulse herself.

Seems she had breakfast
with her husband this morning

before she went on the
Zipaquirá Salt Cathedral tour

while he came back
to the hotel to rest.

So, whoever it was

must have known
that she'd be occupied.

What do you got, Mae?

Mae: Well, the original
medical reports

said that the victims
were not drugged,

when, in fact, they were.

With what?

It's called scopolamine,

A.K.A. "The Devil's Breath."

So, why didn't
the original labs catch it?

Well, scopolamine metabolizes
into the bloodstream so quickly

that standard toxic panels
don't detect it.

It also grows
only here in Colombia,

so it's specific to the region.

Bingo.

Now, scopolamine
is like a Mickey on steroids.

It's odorless,
it's off-white in color,

and it can be blown
into someone's face

or just passed on through touch.

Once this happens,
the victim is turned

into a complete mental zombie,

and the memory process
to the brain is blocked.

And while they're
under the influence,

the victim is easily controlled

by suggestions
or verbal commands

to perform unspeakable acts,

which is why all of our victims

have been emptying
their bank accounts...

Because they were told to.

And the person giving
the commands

is usually very close by.

And once the drug has worn off,

the victim has no recollection
of what's happened

or what they did
under the influence.

They can't even identify
the people that

gave them the drug
in the first place.

Well, then why have them
kill themselves

if they can't
remember anything, anyway?

Unless these crimes
of opportunity

are also a way
to fulfill a lust to kill.

Sounds like
you're on to something, Mae.

Get back to the hotel as soon
as possible, and we'll regroup.

The last time I heard
of scopolamine,

a bunch of working girls
were using it

to roll Johns on Guatemala.

Well, a lady of the night
would explain

who was drinking the champagne.

And who took the shower

in a country where running water
is not always a given.

Yeah, but neither
of these victims

look like the kind of men
that would pay for sex.

Agreed, but maybe
they didn't pay for it,

and these women followed them

and found the right opportunity
to dose them.

All right, so where do we find
this working girl?

That's the easy part.

Simmons, meet us at the Wall.

♪ ♪

Simmons: The Wall's infamous
for prostitution.

There she is.
Redhead, purple lipstick.

Check.

Nice ice on her finger.

I think we just found
Drew's lost engagement ring...

and his killer.

Go, go!

Aah!

I don't have a shot.

There's too many innocents
downrange.

There she goes!
I'll get his attention.

As soon as I draw his fire,
you get the girl.

Copy.

Simmons, you get everyone else
to safety.

Done.

Go!

Come on. Clear, clear,
clear, clear, clear!

Go, go, go! Go, go!
Clear, clear!

♪ ♪

Jack Garrett, FBI!

What do we got, Jack?

He's on a drug
called scopolamine.

It's like you're under hypnosis,

so whoever gives it to you

has a lot of sway

over your actions.

♪ ♪

Aah!

FBI! Stop!

Aah!

How'd he know where to find us?

The unsub is watching.

♪ ♪

What's your name?

Canela.

But why am I here?
I did nothing.

Then why did you run?

Someone was shooting.

After that,

when I identified myself
as law enforcement.

Instinct.

Innocent people don't run.

You police are all the same,

deciding who's innocent
and who's not.

I am not the Colombian police.

You help me,
maybe I can help you.

- ¿Ayudarme?
- Sí.

Who cares about
las prostitutas in Bogotá?

What I care about, Canela,
is the truth.

If you tell it, I can help you.

If not, you go take your chances
with the Bogotá Policía.

What do you want to know?

Within the last 24 hours,

you were hired by two tourists.

Sí.

And they both brought you back
to their hotel rooms.

Sí.

Once you were alone with them,

you used The Devil's Breath
to take them under your control

and manipulate them
out of their money.

¿Qué?

After you were finished
with them,

you ordered them
to take their own lives

to cover your tracks.

No!

Finally, you took the shooter,

and you did
the exact same thing,

but instead of ordering him
to kill himself,

you ordered him to kill
my teammate Jack Garrett

because we were getting
too close.

INada!
IMentiras!

Not lies, Canela!
It's the truth!

If I told you the truth,
you wouldn't believe me.

Try me!

Sí, both turistas y gringos

hired me for the night,
but neither wanted sexo.

What did they want?

Por extraño que parezca,
they wanted nothing.

They fed me, told me to shower,

and then paid me
for the whole day

so I didn't have to work
anymore.

The one guy
even gave me this ring.

I know this all sounds loco,
but what am I supposed to do?

Not take the money?
Not take the ring?

I got to eat.

So what about the gunman?
What did he want?

I never met him.

When he came
and started shooting,

that was the first time
I ever saw him.

I swear on el mismo Jesucristo.

Mae and Simmons
are interviewing the shooter.

How'd it go
with our working girl?

She says she's innocent.

Of course.

I believe her, Jack.

Why's that?

Well, because when people lie,
they tend to minimize,

you know, to conceal
their degree of involvement,

but Canela has admitted
to everything,

including things that would
cast doubt on her story,

like the fact that
they paid her extra money

or that Drew gave her the ring.

Her only crime is growing up
on these streets

and trying to survive.

So, if she didn't do it

whoever our unsub is
has a soft spot for her.

Agreed.

And they want her washed, fed,
and off the streets.

But it's
a conflicting motivation...

Greed versus romance?

Could be dealing
with a schizophrenic,

someone of two minds,

on the one hand,
driven by logic...

On the other, driven by emotion.

Which could be a blessing.

I mean, the emotional side
of our unsub

is driving them to take risks

that they normally
wouldn't take.

Exactly.
Which could be their undoing.

Or their common thread.

Canela asked me, "Who cares
for prostitutes in Bogotá?"

Someone else
who's been thrown away.

I what?

You got to be kidding me.
I had a gun?

Where would I get a gun?

We found this on you.

Where'd you get it?

Well, who's this?

I've never seen this guy before.

It's okay, sir.
We believe you.

You do?

Yeah, we think
that you were drugged.

I'm taking a sample
right now to confirm.

Well, how?

Well, that is what
we are trying to figure out.

What's the last thing
you remember?

Uh, I decided to take a walk

from my hotel
down to the marketplace.

Then...

"Redemption Song?"

Yeah, that's what I remember.

I put some money into the...

The Kid Musician's hat.

And then everything went dark.

Thank you.

Papaya, señorita?
Please?

Papaya?

Here you go.

Music.
The Polaroid of Jack.

The marketplace...

It's what all the vics
had in common.

The Chico Reservado district

is very popular
among the tourists.

They walk through here
every single day.

Jack:
And finally the kids.

They're everywhere.

The poor and homeless
are often invisible.

Yeah, that's why this crime
was so hard to figure out.

We underestimated them.

Clara: Yeah, because you don't
want to believe

that kids are capable
of such a thing.

♪ ♪

Doesn't mean he's our unsub.

He looks like the ringleader
to me.

He just may be,

but let's kick the tires on this
and be sure.

Our unsub is targeting tourists.

These are crimes of opportunity,

but there's
a sadistic element to them.

Robbery should have been enough,

but these murders are extra.

This person wants control,
craves power.

I-It's not just
about money,

but about making
his victims be punished.

This is someone who's angry
at tourists or foreigners.

Yeah, a domineering personality,

someone who takes pleasure

in... in making
their victims helpless.

This kid
doesn't fit the profile.

So what?
He fits the crime.

See, look at the way
he checks around.

See?

See right there?

Before he gives
the kid the money.

They're afraid of someone.

So he's got nothing
to do with this?

He might not be our unsub,

but he's most definitely
our Romeo.

Strawberries, champagne,
and a shower.

Only a kid on the street
who lacks these things

is gonna know their value.

How is that possible?

Whoever is tied into
protecting this girl

is most likely the person
who did all of this.

Unless we're looking
for two people...

One Alpha and one Beta.

Which is why our profile
was so conflicting.

These kids are just puppets.

Someone else
is pulling the strings,

giving information from afar.

So we're not looking
for a Romeo.

We're looking for a Cyrano.

So, how do we find this Cyrano?

First, let's get these kids
off the street

and to safety.

ILa policía!

ICorran! iCorran!

Hey.

FBI.

¿Hablas inglés?

Sí.

Where'd you learn
to speak English?

Where else?

American music.

Benavides: He's clean.

Which means I'm free to go.
Gracias.

No, no, no, no.

They're all clean.

One of the other kids

must have gotten away
with the scopolamine.

I'm not interested
in you going to jail,

but I am interested
in who your boss is.

I'm the boss.

I think you're just a kid
being manipulated.

You don't know anything about me
or my friends or my family.

Well, I know whoever you think
your friend is, isn't.

They're using you
and all the others

to do bad things

so that, if you get caught,
you all go to jail, not them.

The FBI likes to lie.

I promise you, we're not lying.
Let me help you.

I know you're just trying
to take care of your friends.

We're okay.

We'll take care of ourselves.

Gracias.

IVámonos!

So, what now?

We follow them.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Well, they can't have escaped
that quickly.

♪ ♪

Simmons: Got 'em.

Yeah, they can fit in here,
but we can't.

Need to find another way in.

They're probably meeting
with their leader now.

Benavides: I'm pretty sure
this leads under the hotel.

Maybe there's a way in
from there.

Everyone worked real hard today.

Aah!

Finally a chance
to be the conquerors

instead of the conquered!

The FBI is not here for Canela.

They're here because
you killed all those men!

Now kill yourself.

They all could have been traced
back to Canela...

What?

No!

But Canela was our family!

She had to go.

We... We all loved her
like a sister.

And what about me?

Huh?!

You were all nothing
but rats living in a sewer!

I brought you here!
I gave you all this!

I gave you a family, a home!

No! You say all that,
but you treat us skinny dogs!

And when you don't need us,
you're gonna throw us out, too!

Like you did with Canela.

Shut up!

Jack: FBI!
Drop the weapon!

I said, drop the weapon!

Okay...

♪ ♪

Benavides: Her name
was Gabriella Muñoz,

ex-street kid and prostitute
with a long criminal record

and a history of extreme
Colombian nationalistic views.

So, how did she become
the hotel manager?

Rosa Fernandez was an alias

that she must have stolen
and used to get the job.

The kids say

that she had been planning
this scam for a while.

A hotel manager's
a perfect cover

if you want to rip off
some tourists.

Yeah, and being surrounded
by them

must have triggered
her resentment

towards all the foreigners.

And suddenly, it wasn't enough
to just steal from them...

She needed to kill them, too.

I owe you and your team
an apology.

I thought
there was nothing here.

You were right.
There was.

Well, this is one of those times
I wish I was wrong.

Hopefully, in the future,
we can do more?

Thank you.

So, what about them?

What happens now?

Although they were part
of a criminal activity,

I've spoken to my superior
on their behalf,

and he's taken into account
their circumstances.

They've been cleared
of any wrongdoing.

Well, I'm glad to hear that

because I found someone
who can help us.

I have a friend
who runs an orphanage.

Hola, Jack.

Thank you for coming, Ramona.

The kids are right over there
with my team.

I'll go introduce myself,

and then we can take them off
to their new home.

What would you have done
if we decided

to press charges against them?

I guess we'll never have
to find that out.

Um, I'm gonna be right back.

Hey.
Hey.

I, uh... I have something
that belongs to you.

Oh, my God.

Drew wanted you to have this.

♪ Old pirates, yes, they rob I.

It's perfect.

♪ Sold I to the merchant ships ♪

♪ Minutes after they took I

♪ From the bottomless pit

♪ But my hand was made strong

♪ By the hand of the Almighty

♪ We forward
in this generation ♪

♪ Triumphantly

♪ Won't you help to sing

♪ These songs of freedom?

♪ 'Cause all I ever have.

♪ Redemption songs

♪ Redemption songs

♪ Redemption song

♪ Redemption song