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Women will tell you they want smart.

They want a gentleman,

someone who's going to make them laugh.

But I'm here to tell you

that I've never met a woman who walked away from a Ferrari.

Thank you, sweetheart.

And by the way, to all you losers out there

living in your parents' basement,

get the hell off my channel, 'cause I'm not Tony Robbins

and I'm not trying to save your sorry ass.

No, I'm talking to all my hard-core

womanizing warriors out there.

Cut! Cut!

How many times have we gone over this?

I take the flute from you,

you turn, smile into the camera,

and then walk out of frame.

[sighs]

All right, here we go.

What's the problem?

The girls are asking for a break.

It's Ines's birthday.

She made cupcakes.

Well, in that case.

[suspenseful music]

[inhales sharply]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

So, you want to have a party, Ines?

That's why nobody's working?

Just a break.

It's not a big deal. - Sure.

I'll give you a break.

Down at the playhouse.

Get her out of here. - Mark, chill out.

You're going to tell me how to act?

No. Please, no!

Please! - Are you out of your mind?

OK, I'll get back to work!

Too late. I'm done warning you.

No, please! No! Please!

♪

Anybody else need a break? [girls murmuring]

What's rule number four

if I'm going to continue to take care of you?

Talk!

Use your words.

♪

No fat girls.

That's right.

No fat girls! [girls gasp]

♪

Now get your asses back to work!

Let's go!

♪

Ines, she didn't deserve that, right?

[shushing]

Don't worry about her, baby.

Worry about me.

♪

[inhales sharply]

[energetic hip-hop music] - Rolling.

♪

Thank you, sweetheart.

Some Americans out there too woke

to appreciate the gospel that I preach.

And all you haters with your pitchforks and your torches,

come at me.

I'ma keep living it up because you'll never find me.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Got your ass.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

♪

I got five of my people poring over

every video Shaw drops,

and not one of them could even narrow down which continent

this prick has been hiding out in.

How'd you do it?

- Our new analyst, Amanda Tate. - Really?

Good find.

Pass along my compliments, will you?

Will do.

We're sending everything we have

on Mark Shaw to you right now.

Should be there any second, all right?

Great.

Didn't we almost have this guy stateside?

Yeah, we had him in custody

two years ago, but he skipped bail.

We tracked him down all the way to North Perry, Miami.

Fugitive Task Force missed him by minutes

before he got on a charter plane to Cuba.

Yeah, well, hopefully his days are numbered over here.

I read the statements from the women he victimized.

This scumbag needs to be taken down.

Mark Shaw, social media influencer

and unapologetic misogynist.

Same audience base as Andrew Tate.

Are you familiar with him?

No relation, in case you're wondering.

- Well, that's good to know. - [chuckles]

Shaw's got outstanding warrants in New York for...

sexual assault, solicitation, extortion,

conspiracy to sex traffic minors,

attempted kidnapping,

transportation of minors across state lines

for sexual purposes, and unlawful flight

to avoid prosecution.

Since jumping bail, he's been diligent

about hiding behind Tor and VPNs.

But his latest video gave us this kernel:

Babina Luzhitsa.

I'm sure I just butchered the pronunciation,

but it's a pastry shop in Sofia, Bulgaria.

We don't have Shaw's exact location,

but he's got to be close by.

Innocent Images unit flagged this FantasyFire account

as being a potential minor.

We ID'd her as Ines Rodrigo, 17, from Albuquerque.

Reported missing about six months ago.

Now, FantasyFire is a site that's

modeled off of OnlyFans--

user generated, adult-only content.

Subscribers pay to view.

Not only has Ines plugged Shaw's channel in her videos,

but her IP address is within half a mile of Shaw's bakery.

So Shaw's back in business?

It would appear so.

Unfortunately, this is Bulgaria's concern,

but we certainly can help them by grabbing him up

on his outstanding U.S. warrants.

Any theories on how Ines crossed paths with Shaw?

Not yet, but she went missing

while attending a theater camp in London.

Europol set up a missing persons outpost in Sofia

shortly after the war in Ukraine started.

I can ring up my colleague once we land.

Could be a connection there.

HQ is all over this one.

I'm going to stay back and keep New York up to speed.

Remember, this guy wiggled his way off a hook before.

Don't let him do it again.

- Hey, Scott. - Yeah?

Tell me Shaw isn't a dead ringer for Jorge Benitez.

♪

I could see a little bit of a resemblance, I guess.

And here I was thinking Bolivia was in the rear view.

That was nine years, two continents, and, uh,

over 50 cases ago, Damian.

Come on. - Yeah.

100%.

♪

Andre.

♪

Keep an eye on Damian for me.

Why? What's up?

Just keep an eye on him.

♪

[bell tolling]

Director Anton Markov.

Special Agent Raines. This is Special Agent Powell.

An American fugitive winds up in your jurisdiction

and you didn't think to notify us?

This is how this is going to start?

We appreciate the NIS's cooperation.

I think what Agent Powell means is

did you know Mark Shaw was in Bulgaria?

Not until you told us.

Our chief prosecutor was recently ousted

on corruption charges.

The defender of the mafia, the people called him,

so my office is still dealing with the fallout.

So your American is the least of my concern.

And to that point,

Agent Ana Dobrev, your liaison.

All yours.

So some of us heard rumors Mark Shaw was in town.

I, for one, am glad

you're trying to get him out of Bulgaria.

That's great to hear.

Director Markov is not a big fan of Americans.

We had DEA agents here last year

on drug investigation

and they went a little too cowboy.

Is that right expression?

Yep.

Director Markov arranged for a police escort

to take them to the airport for a flight home.

Got it.

Sigrid. It's been too long.

Chuffed to see you, despite the circumstances.

My colleague with the FBI. - Cameron Vo.

Sigrid Hansen. Pleasure to meet you.

Please, come inside.

[suspenseful music]

Agnes, Nora, Elena, and Cora.

All using IP addresses in the same vicinity

as the pastry shop.

Are these abduction cases?

Refugees fleeing Ukraine.

Border control wrote them off as casualties of war.

Months later, here they are on FantasyFire

singing Mark Shaw's praises.

Our missing American was in the EU for a theater camp.

I mean, targeting refugees doesn't seem to fit Shaw's MO.

There's no rhyme or reason to any of it.

Sometimes the girls are taken by force, sometimes not.

Some of them are drugged, others not.

Regardless, I'll send you what I have.

And I'll also put you in touch with David going forward.

- Going forward? - Yeah.

Tomorrow is my last day.

I thought you still had six months.

That was the plan, but I resigned.

♪

Smitty, all these missing girls,

I used to know each of their names, their photographs.

But the numbers, they just keep adding up.

There are no wins here. Prepare yourself.

♪

[speaking Bulgarian]

So, uh,

why am I supposed to be looking after you on this case?

What, Forrester said I need babysitting?

Basically.

It's all good on my end, brother.

Uh-uh.

This right here,

this warrants you giving me a straight answer.

♪

I was UC in Bolivia.

Narco op. That's where me and Scott met.

And I had gotten in with the target, Jorge Benitez.

I was posing as a pilot who could move his heroin

and Benitez would throw these parties,

bringing a bunch of girls.

And no one was checking IDs.

I'll put it that way.

So Shaw...

he looks and talks just like him.

You needed someone who speaks English?

Yes, thank you. We're with the FBI.

He look familiar?

Maybe he's been in here, but he's not regular.

Anything else?

Yeah. Can I take a look at that iPad?

[upbeat music playing]

♪

Rule number five:

don't take out student loans you can't afford

to get college degrees that don't matter

for jobs that don't exist.

Besides, what do you put all that hard work

for in to begin with?

To increase your chances of getting prime ass.

[keyboard clacks]

How long am I on douchebag duty?

As long as it takes to find Shaw.

Looked over the bakery's transaction log.

No Mark, no Shaw, no American credit cards.

Maybe he paid with cash. - Mm.

What's this string of numbers?

Probably a logging error.

No name came up for that account.

It could be a crypto card.

Good way to scrub your tracks.

That card's tied to an address in Sofia.

The lease is under Ivan Ivanov.

No judgment, but funny name.

Sounds like Bulgarian for John Doe.

Mm.

Andre, we may have an address for you.

[tires screech]

[dramatic music]

♪

[knocks on door] - FBI! Open up!

♪

We'll take the back.

No, no. Not the Politsiya. No sirens.

You're the lawyer. You tell--

FBI.

- Do you have a warrant? - What's your name?

♪

Laura.

Do you know Mark Shaw?

He's my boyfriend.

♪

Hey, check this out.

Prints.

[motor whirs]

♪

Ines was just here.

Along with a bunch of other girls.

There's got to be a server around here somewhere.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[snarling and grunting]

[dramatic music]

♪

[groaning]

♪

[both panting]

♪

Laura, can you tell us where Mark is?

Do you recognize her?

Her parents are looking for her.

We just want to bring her home.

[soft dramatic music]

Her name is Ines.

Do you know where she is?

Let me ask you this.

If you were missing

and Ines was sitting where you are,

would she help us find you?

♪

She's with the donkeys.

That's what Mark calls the girls

who can't get with the program.

♪

Ines complained about FantasyFire all the time.

I told her that things would be better

if she just stopped fighting.

And where is she now?

The playhouse.

It's where the donkeys go.

And where's the playhouse?

I don't know.

Thank God.

It's a one-way ticket.

♪

Laura, how many girls are at the playhouse?

20.

Maybe more.

♪

Anything from Laura's phone?

Only contact was the burner number for the lawyer.

No phones, no laptops, no girls?

A cynic might say that Shaw knew we were coming.

And what's the latest on the bodyguard?

He's claiming not to know where Shaw is.

But we are charging him with leko prestuplenie.

The best translation in English is light crime.

Light?

He tried to kill us.

Well, he's claiming

you didn't properly identify yourself

and he thought you were intruders.

This is why he hid in the closet.

It's unbelievable.

[engine revving]

If he wants to turn himself in,

I've got no problem with that.

FBI.

Mark Shaw, you're under arrest.

Actually, I'm just here to pick up my girl.

You should talk to Director Markov

about the whole arrest thing.

Third line from the bottom.

♪

Date 2/29.

Oh, come on, they're Americans.

Day 2, month 29.

Our months in Bulgaria only count up to 12.

You're willing to let a known criminal walk

because of a typo?

Here in Bulgaria, we write the days before the month.

So patch it up with some Tipp-Ex.

Refile it. It takes 48 hours to process.

Until then, no arrest.

You. In the car.

♪

Laura.

You don't have to go.

♪

What the hell are you looking at?

Careful.

♪

See?

These bozo FBI agents, they ain't got nothing on me.

[smooches]

[car doors close]

[engine turns over]

♪

- So Shaw knew about the typo. - Yeah.

Probably the same way he knew

we were about to raid his house.

We wait two days for a new warrant,

Shaw will be long gone.

Macedonia border's 20 miles away.

No extradition.

OK. So here's the play.

We are going to get Shaw on new charges in Bulgaria.

Oh man, good luck. That'll take, what, two years?

We don't have any other options, Damian.

Human trafficking is heavy enough

that Markov can't delay a warrant or bury it.

Sigrid connected four open missing persons cases to Shaw.

Maybe she's heard of this playhouse.

OK, you focus on finding the girls.

We will work the trafficking angle from the home base.

Copy that.

Pulled whatever history I could get

from the gear at Shaw's place.

We've confirmed that eight girls were streaming

on FantasyFire from that basement.

Can you prove Shaw was siphoning the funds?

Well, all the FantasyFire wallets

are getting routed to other accounts and routed back.

It's a rat's nest of pass-through entities,

but we're close.

There's got to be a central wallet.

Sit tight.

She called it the playhouse.

I heard about a place like this

from one of the girls we found.

Sounded like it was a grooming spot.

Shaw keeps the girls there

until they're deemed old enough and pliant enough.

Pliant?

For what? Or do I want to know?

Serbian brothels.

When communism collapsed here in 1989,

state-funded construction projects

were frozen overnight and Soviet facilities

like factories, schools, power plants,

and prisons were all left to rot.

So traffickers have their pick of buildings

to stash their victims.

And Bulgarian police haven't been any help either.

I thought Markov was just a pencil-pusher.

But do you think that he could be on the take?

I do.

But I was never able to prove it.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Found it.

All the money coming out of FantasyFire

was routed to one account controlled by Shaw

parked at a major crypto bank called Abraxas,

first launched out of Serbia.

Yes. Send this to Raines.

Tell him to get that warrant ASAP.

♪

I double checked the date.

I'll review it at my earliest convenience.

I'll wait.

♪

Clear.

♪

I'll give him credit for not trying to sneak out of town

in a red Ferrari.

♪

Could've sworn that Previa was tarped

last time we were here.

♪

No problems. No.

♪

It's quite the downgrade.

Kiss my ass.

You too, out.

♪

Laura?

You're free to go.

If you want to fly back to Toledo,

we can arrange that with the embassy.

I'll wait here.

Laura.

Mark might not be going home.

You understand that, right?

I'm not waiting for him.

I'm waiting for Ines.

♪

Where is Ines Rodriguez?

Probably in a world of hurt.

Meaning what?

Someone at the top pulled me into this.

I can tell you who's running the entire thing.

And trust me, when you find out who he is,

you're going to be saving

a hell of a lot more than 20 girls.

But I want full immunity.

Do not make a deal with this guy.

He'll give you just enough to get HQ on board,

but he's never going to roll over on the big boss.

The deal would only hold if his intel led to arrests.

If there's a chance we could take down the whole network,

think of all those girls we could save.

No. That guy in Bolivia, same deal.

Strung us along far enough to get himself a soft landing.

Yeah, but we're not dealing with him right now.

And it's not your call to make.

It's the same guy, same playbook!

I'm telling you! - Damian.

Bring it down a notch.

[sighs]

[softly] Yeah.

The assistant director isn't going for it.

Well, tell him that our window

is closing fast for finding our missing American.

I did. No dice.

And that there could be an additional 20 women

from Eastern Europe mixed up in this.

Scott, I'm with you 100%. But it's a PR thing.

After Miami, HQ is afraid of losing Shaw again

and getting crucified for it,

so everything has got to go through official channels only,

which means bringing in the DOJ.

OK, so fine.

Then we send the U.S. attorney everything we got.

Give them our recommendation.

DOJ wants someone there in person

before any deal is offered.

Well, what time frame are we talking here?

[sighs] Three days.

Three days?

In three days, these women will be scattered

all over Europe being made to do God knows what, Jubal.

It sucks, I know.

And you can try selling Shaw or whatever the hell you want

to sell them, but official deal,

it's got to be by the books.

Yeah. OK.

Sorry, man.

Let me know how you want to proceed.

[computer chimes]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[line trilling]

- Hello? - Cam.

Tell Shaw his sentence will be significantly reduced.

The DOJ will sign off,

but we're going to need good faith info right now.

Copy that.

♪

Check's in the mail? That's what you're selling me?

We will work out the particulars of your deal

after you tell us where the girls are.

Then no deal.

Mark, this is the best you're going to get.

But you need to say yes right now

or the DOJ lets you take the full ride.

Plea deal in writing, all federal charges dropped,

signed by a U.S. attorney, or...

piss off.

[door clicks]

Ain't happening.

We need to get Forrester back on the phone.

[door slams]

Uh, Damian just went in there.

[lock clicks]

Where's Ines and the other girls?

Talk to your colleagues.

I'm done walking you through what I want.

♪

Damian, open up.

[knocking continues]

Listen, man, let the other two back in here.

They're the ones I've been dealing with.

Damian! Open up! [banging on door]

You're going to tell me where those girls are.

Trust me.

Damian! [banging on door]

I'll have your job if you lay one finger on me.

I got no problem throwing my career away

if it means saving those girls.

[tense music]

Where are they?

Listen, you come any closer, I will defend myself.

I'm telling you right now I will defend myself.

Nothing would make me happier.

Powell!

And now you know what it's like to be afraid.

You spineless prick.

Afraid like all those girls you preyed on.

♪

- Back off. - Damian, come on, open up.

[both grunting]

♪

- Damian. - Where are they?

[banging on door]

Tell me!

Oh, no.

[Shaw screaming]

Give an address and I'll stop.

Go to hell.

[Shaw groaning] - The address!

- What is the problem? - Uh, door's jammed.

Damian, try again on your side.

[Shaw groaning loudly]

Where are they?

♪

Tell me!

Damian!

You just handed me my ticket out of here, slick.

Out now.

Oh, I can barely move my neck.

- He's fine. - Out!

[Shaw groaning]

Look, man, if I get jammed up over this,

you and I are going to go into a room and hash it out.

You understand?

- He made the first move. - Yeah?

He wedge the chair under the door too?

It was just to get his attention.

Director Markov would like a word in his office.

What did I tell you about cowboy behavior?

There's still women out there.

Shut up. Smitty, stay on him.

And not another word to anybody.

He was just about to tell me.

Did you not hear Cam? Shut up.

[suspenseful music]

Shaw wants to press charges

against Agent Powell personally,

but also against the FBI and my own department.

Did you not see Powell? He has a gash over his eye.

Shaw will stay here. You will leave.

And whether your exit is voluntary or by force,

it is up to you.

♪

We can formally challenge Markov's decision.

It's a long shot, but I can make some calls.

I'm not sure getting more eyes on this

is the smartest play.

Any more bright ideas, Damian?

[ringing]

Forrester's calling.

[ringing]

Patch him through.

What's the latest?

- Well, we have been asked-- - Powell.

What happened to you?

Um...

me and Shaw tussled.

Define tussled.

Mute it a second?

Hang tight.

Director Markov's dirty.

Shaw's lawyer has been paying him off.

Call me back from a secure location.

Two minutes. [line beeps]

♪

Vasil Manolov, Shaw's lawyer.

His client list reads like

a who's who of Bulgaria's most wanted.

Took me and the team a while to dig up dirt

because he's methodical

about using burners and washing cash,

but his court photos all showed him wearing a Fitbit.

Kyle got a readout of his step log.

Once a month,

Manolov takes out cash from an LLC tied to Shaw

then walks to a safe deposit box facility

across the street called UltraSiguren.

Now, security cams show Manolov accessing a box

registered to a G. Markov.

Markov's first name is Anton.

But there was a Bulgarian author, Georgi Markov.

He was a political activist who spoke out about communism.

Anton quotes him a bunch in his social media.

Maybe he used his favorite author as an alias.

So if Markov did leak the warrant,

he wanted us off the case from the jump.

If we can prove Markov is on the take,

that is enough for Europol to override him.

But we need access to that box.

How the hell are we supposed to get Markov

to approve a warrant to search his own stash?

It's Dobrev.

If anybody's going to do the right thing around here,

she will. - Keep us posted.

Smitty, you and me.

Cam, I want you to know I'll take the heat if--

You'll be lucky if this stops at OPR.

[tense music]

♪

Ana, I know we're guests here,

and there is a chain of command,

but we need you to go around your boss.

Why?

Because it may involve him.

[suspenseful music]

Georgi Markov?

Yes, a hero of mine. Are you familiar with him?

I know that he was a broadcaster

in the Beeb in the '70s.

Before finding his way to London,

Georgi Markov fled Bulgaria

for speaking out about the government.

He was eventually poisoned.

His own countrymen turned on him.

Yes. Tragic story.

So how can I help?

We need you to look at a file confidentially.

I'll certainly do what I can.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought I had the file transfer,

but I guess I didn't.

What is--what's the file?

Well, it's just easier to show it to you,

so we'll be right back.

♪

It's Dobrev. She's the one in Shaw's back pocket.

♪

Go to Markov.

Tell him he's got a snake in his ranks.

He leans on her, she flips on Shaw.

That may not make him forget why he sent

us packing in the first place.

Smitty, if you go straight to Europol--

With what proof?

We still need access to that safe deposit box.

Maybe we get Dobrev to deliver the proof herself.

We accessed some of Shaw's books

and there's one line item of particular interest,

UltraSiguren 7604.

Siguren means secure.

Maybe it's a security firm Shaw hired.

Could be, but there's also

a safe deposit box facility with that name.

We'd like to see if they have a box 7604,

but given what happened with Powell...

- Let me handle it. - Are you sure?

We really hate to drag you into this mess,

but you are the only person that we trust.

Leave this with me and only me.

Anyone else will take this straight to Markov.

Do you understand? - We do.

- I'll take care of it. - Thank you. Thank you.

And you won't say anything to your boss?

Not a word.

OK.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[speaks Bulgarian]

Cops always make the worst criminals.

No matter where you are on this planet, apparently.

This isn't--

you can't prove-- - Don't make me cuff you, Ana.

♪

Where is Shaw hiding the girls?

Please, I didn't know there were so many of them.

Doesn't matter.

You leaked classified information.

You enabled it to happen.

He threatened to come after my mother and my daughter.

So the 200,000 euros just had nothing to do with it?

I was going to give it all to Kerina, my daughter.

Please, you have to believe me.

What if Kerina

had been one of the girls in Shaw's basement?

I scan documents, leave them in a deposit box,

and don't ask questions.

That's all I know.

You were a cop for 20 years.

I think you know exactly what you were getting into.

And I won't ask again. Where is the playhouse?

I don't know where it is.

But I can tell you who runs it.

Our target, Milos Horvat.

Multiple priors, laundry list of offenses.

We traced him to an abandoned industrial building

ten clicks outside Sofia.

So let's hope the girls are there.

- Ready when you are. - Cam, I want to be in this.

Why? So you can crack some more skulls?

No. To have your back.

[sighs] Gear up.

- He stays here. - No, he rolls with us.

And you and I are going to have a conversation later.

It would appear we both have

some pressing matters to discuss.

Hey, what's going on?

♪

- They're moving the girls. - Let's go!

[speaking Bulgarian]

[tires squealing]

[dramatic music]

♪

[tires screeching]

Go!

[shouting in Bulgarian]

[men grunting]

♪

[speaking Bulgarian]

♪

Horvat! Hands up.

Or bleed out on the concrete.

Your choice.

I'm cool with either one.

♪

Who betrayed me?

[grunts]

[girls gasping] - It's OK.

It's OK, don't be scared.

Ines Rodrigo, is she here?

Ines Rodrigo. Do you know where she is?

- We don't know. - Do you know Ines Rodrigo?

Come here. Come here. Come here.

- Powell. - Do you know Ines Rodrigo?

Ines Rodrigo.

Let me out! Please!

Someone, I'm in here!

Hello? Help! I'm in here!

[grunts]

- Oh! - It's OK.

I'm Agent Vo. This is Agent Powell.

We're with the FBI.

Thank God.

You're safe now.

♪

Your parents are on their way.

I'm going home?

Is Laura getting arrested?

No. She's been waiting for you.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

[sobbing]

♪

[sighs]

♪

Your mother and brother are in Kraków.

We've notified them that you're safe

and you'll be with them soon.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Finally. A win.

♪

Got it.

Jubal is sending two agents to pick up Shaw.

NIS is transferring him

to Belene Penitentiary in the meantime.

I need to loop in Forrester now.

I mean, technically, we didn't see anything, right?

Yeah, but once the Bulgarians charge him with assault,

cat's out of the bag.

Wish me luck.

Hold off for a tick.

Business first.

The best and the worst thing about this job

is when I get out of bed in the morning,

I never know what kind of day awaits.

And today? What marks would you give it?

Depends how this conversation goes.

Well, Shaw's off the street.

Horvat and his crew have been arrested, the girls are safe.

Why end on a sour note?

Drop all charges against Agent Powell

and I won't report your department's connection

to organized crime to Europol.

We cannot pretend nothing happened to Shaw.

[sighs]

♪

His cameraman.

I could have sworn I saw him and Shaw

fighting outside the station

the first time you let him walk.

Yeah, it got pretty heated. Didn't you see?

And with that coke bullet we found in Shaw's pocket later,

I mean, it makes perfect sense.

He was gakked out of his mind and looking for a fight.

[suspenseful music]

And you will let me deal with Agent Dobrev internally?

To your heart's content.

♪

[sighs] Well-- [clears throat]

You might consider sending Smitty a rather large

gift basket for Christmas.

What?

Yeah.

It's been put to bed.

As far as the Bureau is concerned.

[sighs]

When I walked into that room--

Whoa. You about to share details?

If so-- [clears throat]

When OIG comes asking,

there will not be a lack of candor on my part.

Or you can just zip it,

because right now, I don't know a thing.

Happy to keep it that way.

[soft music]

♪

Benitez.

All those girls that came through,

all with the same look in their eyes,

I had to pretend to be amused by it.

Laughing it up with this scumbag.

When I...

could've helped,

if I had just stepped up and done something.

Because I had him right there multiple times.

And I should have just smoked him.

- And blown the case. - Yeah. And where is he now?

Witness Protection? Playing pickleball somewhere?

We had to make him an offer to take down the operation.

You know this.

- [softly] Yeah. - And we did.

What you went through, I can't imagine.

But all we can do on this job is follow orders,

stick to the mission.

If not, then what are we?

A mob?

Yeah.

The things that I saw-- - Hey, hey, hey.

Listen to me.

You're never alone.

Damian, you are never alone on this job.

♪

Yeah.

♪

[dramatic music]

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