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Previously
on "The Endgame"...

Miss Fedorova,

you were brought here
to discuss

105 federal criminal charges
against you.

I'm just a businesswoman.

You're a mercenary.
You run an army for hire.

[detonator beeps]

We crossed paths
in Gambia.

She tried to kill me.

Valerie Turner.

You actually turned
your husband in to the FBI?

You looked into my husband?

- You looked into mine.
- Her husband, Sergey.

What's up?

Might have seen a guy
I used to know.

You look just like
guy I knew in Ukraine.

He's dead.

Think about the goal.

Together forever.

It'd be a good idea to keep
the information highway open,

solidify we're working
as a team.

This seems
like a political move,

seeing as how you've
dropped the ball twice now.

I am not your enemy.

Come to the bank
and find out what I mean.

Do you love me now,
New York?

I'm starting
to see your patterns.

You're going to slip.
- Not yet, though.

She could be getting
messages inside the bunker.

[laughing]

These bank heists

and the people targeted
by Fedorova--

there's always a connection.

[tense music]

♪

[distant thumping]

Jane, come to the tunnel.

♪

[person grunts, rock cracks]

♪

Almost there.

♪

[gunfire on computer]

Not sure
what Owen was trying

to communicate to you
with this thumb drive,

because all I've found
is this sound bite.

Cleaned up the environmentals,
dropped all the ambient noise.

It's buried, but...

[gunfire]

It's the only way.

If we let this go on,
they'll all be dead.

- Sounds like you, Val.
- It is.

- Where's it from?
- A mission in Gambia...

to recover NGO workers
who'd been taken hostage,

recorded by Fedorova,
hidden in my home.

- To what end?
- That's why we're here.

Anything else on it?

I'll keep refining,
but so far, zero.

Why did Owen have it?
How the hell--

Maybe with a bug
or a parabolic mic.

But she was pretty close.

Definitely closer
than I thought.

[breathes deeply]

Send me what you got?
- Mm-hmm.

Thanks, Halima.
Lunch is on me.

[chuckles]
When have you ever taken lunch?

[gunfire]

It's the only way.

If we let this go on,
they'll all be dead.

Ah, memories.

Why Gambia?
Why bring it up now?

I don't recall
bringing it up at all.

Cut the riddles.

There are no coincidences, and
nothing with you is random.

Owen didn't just leave this
for me to find.

Your patience is thin.

It's becoming difficult
for you discovering

how deeply
your husband is involved.

I'm sympathetic.
- Try being cooperative.

Consider that it might
not be a bad thing.

What, my husband
lying to me for years?

Not gonna put that
on the plus side.

[sighs]
Marriage is challenging,

especially when you're
with someone you grew up with.

We share this.

Shared it, I suppose.

May I suggest you reframe
your outlook on Owen.

Maybe his involvement
is for a good reason.

It's late.

Tell me what this
is supposed to communicate?

Maybe it's best told
in a story--

a bedtime story
about a bullet.

The bullet you fired at me
in Gambia?

Our first collaboration.

[scoffs] I don't think
we define that term

in the same way.

We were working together.

We're working together now.
Just listen.

Think back to that day.

[uneasy music]

♪

[person shouts indistinctly]

♪

[indistinct shouting]

That's the schoolroom.

That's where the teachers
are being held.

[indistinct chatter]

♪

Put them to work.

They do not need to spend
so much time in the market.

Exactly.
They're undisciplined.

Make sure you've located
all the men.

They spend two minutes
at each post,

which means we have
90 seconds to get them out.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

Let's move.

♪

Louie, do you see that?

A U.S. team of three
is raiding the schoolhouse.

Saves us the trouble.

They'll get the teachers.
We'll finish the job.

The U.S. finally does
something smart--

puts a woman in charge.

♪

I've got some bad news.
She's going to be a dead woman.

The guard bailed his post.
He's going back inside.

She's walking
into an ambush.

What a shame.

We could use
a woman like this.

♪

[thumping, rock cracking]

[siren wails, tires screech]

[indistinct shouting]

What are we hearing?

The hammering just stopped
a few minutes ago,

then activity in the walls.

They're trying to escape,
that's clear.

And we're looking
for routes out.

They're nothing indicated
in the building plans,

but the owner said
they're ancient and inaccurate.

Should I direct HRT to--

The basement
or the first floor.

Maybe they're trying to go up.

Any indication
from Special Ops?

All they're hearing
is shuffling.

No sense if they're climbing
up or down.

Boss?

We need to strategize
our approach before committing.

This lady relies
on us rushing the tactics.

Of course, boss.

Expand the perimeter
two blocks.

Clear the way
for HRT to take the door.

No traps.

We're getting smart today.

[dramatic music]

♪

Right on time.
[watch beeps]

Alpha on point.

Team One in position.

Team One authorized to move.
Go!

Boss, there's people
coming out.

Stand down! Stand down!
Hold your fire!

[frantic chatter]

Hands, hands in the air!

We don't know
who the hell's who.

Don't trust anyone!

Go!
Go, go, go!

Lobby's clear.
It's empty. They're all gone.

Sir, here.
There's an access tunnel.

♪

Leads to an access hall.

Boss, that's the hammering
we heard.

They have to be following
it outside.

Let's go!

♪

[engine turns over]

♪

We'll find them.

Today's our day.

♪

They went out
at the crack of dawn.

They're no more
than an hour ahead of us.

Full task force
has been assembled

to hunt
the Snow White fugitives.

Surveillance is being pulled
for a mile radius.

- Extensive.
- Doak is focused today.

Sick of being the butt
of the joke--I'd be, too.

Can't say I didn't warn him.

I just wouldn't warn him
again this morning.

Offering that up.

They changed clothes
before the escape.

Anything of interest
in the clothing?

Nothing except two diamonds.

One fell out of a pant cuff.
The other was in a boot sole.

Figure they fell
out of a safe deposit box

when they dismantled the room.

Track the stones
with the GLA.

Maybe we can return them
to their owner.

Where's Doak?

He's in the attic
where they set off

the chandelier explosion
when they first took the bank.

Is the bank owner here yet?

On his way.
What's the interest?

Why his bank
was a Fedorova target.

Access to next door--
isn't that how she got

the evidence
on Attorney General Doblin?

Just making sure
it wasn't something else.

Like?

Gambia.

Gambia.

Interesting, but you should be
hunting fugitives.

Every story from her
has yielded

sideways information
about her next target,

which may be more relevant.

Réal said
to give you resources.

You will have them.

First order--get the fugitives
into custody.

We were 30 seconds
behind them.

Look, I want leverage on her,
and don't you think

having a top lieutenant
in custody would help that?

It might.

Get to the command center.

Start combing
through surveillance footage.

Let's get this win, Val, together.

He's on fire today.

Sir, we found a motherboard

from one
of the chandelier charges.

Looks very sophisticated.

- Sir?
- You're still here, Val?

Sir, don't move.

♪

- What the hell is this?
- Don't touch it!

♪

Don't move!
Nobody move!

♪

You seem upset, Director.

There is an element
of detachment

required in law enforcement.

In a criminal enterprise
as well.

It's not easy to maintain,

but the best of us
manage to do so

under trying circumstances.

Like being imprisoned
in an FBI black site.

You put my people in danger.

You are messing
with the wrong man.

♪

What concerns you, Director?

The welfare of Doak...

or what you may learn
as he melts down?

The laser trap,

the explosives...

he's your target?

♪

There is a point at which

you will have outlasted
your usefulness.

Keep up the stories
and the manipulation,

but if you hurt
one of my people...

that will be
a very dark day for you.

♪

The same may go for you, Director.

♪

You all right, Vendig?
Be real careful, don't move.

[groans]
Man.

[grunts]

Wow, that packed a punch.
- Yeah, concussion blast.

Good thing you were
off its center.

Just stay put, okay?
Don't move.

They're stolid-state lasers,

most likely using
some type of glass

or crystalline as the host.

Crystalline?
Like what?

Neodymium-doped yttrium
aluminum garnet,

rubies, sapphire.

- Diamonds?
- Absolutely.

How long till you penetrate
the network?

We've introduced
the most common dopants

to disrupt the energy
transmitted to the surface.

We keep getting burnback.
- English.

The only person
who can shut it off

might be whoever set it up.

Go find them, Turner.

Now.
- Yes, sir.

♪

Special Ops pulled this off
the surveillance hard drive.

He's a Snow White lieutenant

and an ordnance expert.

He blew the hole in the safe
deposit that led to next door.

And those diamonds
found in the clothes, Anthony?

Industrial,
for use with lasers.

Gemological expert said
there's one guy in town

who sells them in bulk.

Who's that?

Bank owner, Moustakas.

How in the hell
does a guy own a bank?

He's wealthy as hell.
He owns five banks in the city.

She took this bank
for a reason, I'm telling you.

Val, if Doak finds out
we delayed

hunting the fugitives
to discuss Gambia--

It's significant, Anthony,
I promise.

Run surveillance
on footage from Mobile Command,

and I'll track the diamonds.

I'll see what I can find.
[cell phone buzzing]

Yes, Director.

Thought you should know,

Fedorova is still receiving communications.

She knows Doak is trapped
in the bank,

and I never mentioned
his name.

♪

I think she might even be
reading lips, too.

We'll get a break on that eventually.

Yeah? When?

Because she is getting
so far under my skin

it's making me itch.

Same, Director.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[singing in Russian]

♪

It's a lovely song, right?

Oh, forgive me. You probably
don't speak Russian.

Not a word.

It's about a woman

who wades
into the icy waters of love,

wondering, is her love a man
or an iceberg?

Interesting.
[exhales sharply]

I just can't get over how
much you remind me of Sergey.

He was always crafty.

If he were going
by a different name,

he'd definitely
be up to something.

He's the kind of guy
who'd never let the law

get in the way
of a good payoff,

if you know what I mean.

But you wouldn't know
anything about Sergey

because you're Collins.

[weights clang]

And I'm a very private guy.

So I would respect that
if I were you.

Over and out.

Now, if you did know Sergey,

you'd certainly be interested
in what's going on

with his wife these days.

It's all over the news.

But you wouldn't know
anything about that.

You're Collins.

♪

You know what Horek means?
His nickname?

It means a ferret.

We had a huge problem
with ferrets

in my grandfather's village.

You know, they used to burrow
into the chicken coop at night,

and in the morning, we would
see all the destruction.

♪

So my grandfather...

some nights...

he would sleep
in the chicken coop

with a hammer and a shotgun.

Horek is a dead man.

And then what?
You go to solitary?

You get transferred
to another prison?

Listen, I respect that fact
that you're against bloodshed,

but sometimes
it's the only way

to get rid of the problem
for good.

We only got six more days,
and this is over.

There's other methods
of pest control

that don't leave a mess.

Less effective methods.

I got an idea.

Just play along.

Be cool.

Be cool, huh?

[gunfire]

It's the only way.

If we let this go on,
they'll all be dead.

I hear gunfire
and then you.

What else should I be hearing?

The reason Fedorova
left it for me to find.

When you said, "They'll
all be dead," who's "they"?

Three American NGO workers, schoolteachers,

taken hostage
by a Gambian warlord

named Kahlil Suma.

We rescued them,

then she came in
and erased the guy.

Not saying
he didn't deserve it,

but... [sighs]

She's a killer.
- Elena Fedorova?

Honestly, I think
she's kind of amazing.

She outed a murderer.
- And now this.

Have you been watching
the news?

I have.

She's making herself
a folk hero.

Yeah, not if I can help it.

Look, I got to go.
[door closes]

Your fellow was here.

He bought
25 half-carat synthetics.

He said it was
for scientific equipment.

Did he leave
any contact information?

None.
Paid cash.

[sighs]

[gasps]
Wait, um, what's this?

Diamond solitaire?

Ah, yes.
He bought that, too.

Two-carat, cushion-cut,
platinum setting,

conflict-free--
a wonderful engagement ring.

♪

Engagement ring?

Since day one, there have
been numerous calls traced

between the first
and second banks.

We thought
it was her lieutenants

coordinating tactics,
which it may be.

But it's also
him calling his girlfriend,

the one with the braids.

We could never identify her.

He may be running,
but the ring suggests

he might hole up
and wait for her.

A lot of places
to hide in the city.

Flowers is tracing
his cell now.

Posthaste, Turner.

And, Turner...

another thing--

have you identified
Fedorova's target yet?

There's always a target
for these stunts.

[sighs]
We haven't yet.

Okay.

Tell Flowers
to get his ass in gear.

Trace the calls.
- Done.

[sighs]
[alarm blares]

Get back.
Back up.

♪

The lasers have tightened in.
The box is getting smaller.

♪

Think, Mr. Moustakas.

We're in
a real situation here.

I wish I could help.

But the electrical system
in this building

is beyond my knowledge.

I wouldn't have a clue

how someone would wire in
a laser system like this

or how to turn one off.

Boss, I think it has
its own generator

or its own battery system,

which I would not touch
right now.

Fine.

Get him clear.

Go!

The way the lasers
are installed,

it could move the beams
all the way to the wall.

Trapping us.

Did we trigger the movement?

I don't see
any motion sensor.

It might be remote,
or on a timer.

Okay.

I want a team

drilling an escape hole
through the ceiling--

Sir, we discussed it--debris
could break the lasers' path.

Then they come up
through the floor

or through the walls.
- Solid concrete.

Two hours to drill, easily.
- [sighs]

Son of a bitch!

Anthony, if we're gonna
find Fedorova's lieutenant,

we got to do better than
just Brooklyn Heights.

We're trying to triangulate
this guy's cell,

but we can't narrow
the circumference.

Where in Brooklyn Heights

can you go undetected
for days maybe?

Without cameras,
without prying eyes.

Someplace he could
make a run for it

when the time was right.

He's not taking a bus,
hitting the airport.

Has to know we have
all the toll roads covered.

There's no other way
out of Brooklyn.

[scoffs]
Water.

Anthony, there's a marina

just south
of the Brooklyn Bridge.

ONE15 Brooklyn Marina.
A boat.

It's an easy slide
out of town.

On my way.
[siren wailing]

The marina, good.
Hopefully that'll pan out.

Look, keep your head up.

Anything more,
you're the first to know.

Appreciate it.

D-Director,
each of these stunts

has focused
on a specific target,

which I know
has not been identified.

Not as of yet.

Do you think it's possible
they targeted me?

You're near Fedorova.

Has she said anything
to that effect?

[dramatic music]

I don't put much stock
into what she says.

But it did come up?
She didn't say no?

Doak, don't get
ahead of yourself.

Each of these stunts
has come to a conclusion

with a confession, but there is
nothing to confess.

Understood and appreciated.

Stay cool, Doak.

I'll be in touch.

♪

Those lasers get hot.

Is your friend
starting to melt?

♪

[chuckles]

♪

[exhales deeply]

Okay, we'll be fine.

[alarm blares]
- Oh.

♪

Damn it.

[gunfire on computer]

I've gone into it
as many times as I can.

I can hear
the wind blowing behind you.

I know I'm pushing you
to the brink with this,

but I know it's significant.

I refined it
so minutely,

I can hear
a bird flying by.

Nothing else
is on this drive.

Thanks, Halima.

All right.

What was that call about?
The recording?

Gambia?
- Listened to it 20 times.

I can't get past it.
- Not sure if you should, Val.

Your instincts are
awfully good.

- They're not perfect.
- [sighs]

They weren't that day.

♪

You are my son...

my flesh and blood.

Then you disrespect me?

Bring shame to the family name!

He's whining like a baby,
you know--

"What can I do, Papa?
How can I make you proud?"

I tell him, "Be a man!"

[person shouts indistinctly]

Chin up, chest out!

I ask him, "What do you want
to be when you grow up?"

He says, "I want to be
a fighter like you, Papa."

I say, "No, no, no, no, my son.

I am not a fighter,
I am a winner!"

Yes! Yes, sir!

[indistinct chatter, gunshot]

Val?

Val.

♪

[cell phone beeping]

FBI!
Don't move!

[water splashes]
- Take that hand out!

This one?
You got it.

- And now the other!
- Real slow!

Grenade, Val!

♪

[distant sirens wailing]

You took
the first bank.

You must be
a very important person

in her organization.
- Just one of many.

Tight-knit group,
these "many"?

United by a common purpose.

- Care to share it?
- You'll know soon enough.

Move!

[siren whoops]

That's what you all
seem to say.

What's the extent
you're willing to go to

for Fedorova--
suicide bombing?

I don't mean
to sound childish,

but that's kind of
for me to know.

And me to find out.

When were you gonna
propose to your girl?

The one who took
the second bank?

- You're stalling now.
- Got a big plan?

Gonna get down on one knee?

You're stalling
until your backup gets set up--

SWAT, bomb squad, snipers.

Got to even things up.

You've got a grenade

and a senior agent
in harm's way.

And now you're in harm's way.

[dramatic music]

Let's start with
the laser device at the bank.

How is it disarmed?

With sweat and tears.

[alarm blares]

Director, we could use
an update.

The fugitive
isn't cooperating yet.

He will though, Doak.
Sit tight.

I'm not sure
that's an option anymore.

♪

Please stop wasting
your breath.

You won't listen to me,
you won't listen to reason,

and you won't negotiate,

but I bet there's
one person you'll listen to.

Only one.

You're such a fanatic,
you'd blow yourself up for her?

Possibly.

Communicate that
to the Director!

He'll only stand down
for Fedorova!

♪

Sir--sir, please,
maybe this helps,

maybe I just got to say it.

I'm listening, Doak.

Back when I was
a junior agent,

I worked on a
fentanyl-smuggling case

out of Venezuela.

My superior told me
to cut loose

a Miami car dealer
who'd gotten caught up--

young guy,
named defendant.

Said to keep him
out of the indictment,

that he was just a kid who
got in with the wrong crowd.

A few years later,

that same kid
was running his own drug ring.

Brought in
his own shipment of fentanyl.

It was over-pure, and...

30 people died...

some of them just teenagers.

All right, Doak.

What was I supposed to do?

I was just a kid
on the job myself.

[sniffles] God.

I know people think
I'm a blowhard,

but it's important
for me to get it right.

I can't have any more blood
on my hands.

Please...

Please tell Fedorova.

Maybe this is
the confession she's after

and it ends this.

♪

I'll tell her now.

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

♪

Call Agent Turner.

Tell her to instruct
the SWAT snipers

to blow
the fugitive's brains out.

Stop.

I guess
she can read lips.

♪

Louie...

♪

Stand down.

♪

[grenade beeps]

How do I turn off
the lasers?

No need.
They don't do anything.

[alarm blares]

Take cover, take cover!

[screaming]
[machine powers down]

It's over.
[all breathing heavily]

They didn't do anything.

They didn't do a damn thing.

♪

Sir...

there's a safe in here.

♪

I've never seen this before.

I have no idea
how to open it.

Really? You own the bank,
and you don't know

about the safe
hidden in the wall?

It must be a holdover

from one
of the previous renovations.

It's not old,
and it's awfully clean.

Then someone else
put it there.

- Someone else?
- I just--

I'm not aware of it.

I see.
Thank you.

♪

Confine him.
- Yes, boss.

Get the plasma saw.
Cut this thing open, now.

[truck door opens]

So it's Louie, huh?

Um, what's your girl's name?

[dramatic music]

To be Fedorova's
top lieutenant,

you must be pretty sharp.

You want me
to insult your intelligence

and threaten you
and your fiancée

and tell you we're gonna get
her eventually

and put her
under the hot lights

and only one of you
gets an immunity deal?

Nah, we can skip
all that.

Thought so.

Though we do need
to discuss the phone.

Dive team's in the water.
What's on it?

Dirty selfies.
I'm bashful.

Okay.

Finito.

Enjoy lockup.

Were you aware that
we've crossed paths before?

You never saw me,
but I saw you...

in Gambia.

Figure out the recording yet?

Doesn't look like it,

or you wouldn't care so much
about me.

Who should I care about?

We get so involved

listening to the sound
of our own voices,

that we miss
the big picture.

Explain yourself, Louie.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[indistinct chatter]

[gunfire on phone]

It's the only way. If we--

[gunfire continues]

It's the only way.

I can't believe it.

[sighs] No way.

[indistinct chatter]

[humming]

[whistles]

Always happy to break bread
with a stranger.

How insanely stupid are you,

saying the name of a man
who's supposed to be dead?

- I--
- And what the hell

did you do to get in here,
Horek--rob another graveyard?

I've moved on
from such things.

Ah.

I have something good.

Keep your mouth shut,

forget my name,
forget Odessa and my wife.

There may be something
in it for you.

Now, that's the--

[softly]
Sergey I remember.

There will be a breakout
in about a month,

then an easy score outside.

35 grand for you.

$100,000.

$50,000.

♪

[speaking Russian]

Old friend.

I'll find you.

♪

That'll be a week
in the infirmary at least.

More than enough.

Oh.

Did you see that?
- Yeah.

- He okay?
- Don't know.

Medic to cafeteria, stat.

[gunfire on computer]

It's the only way.

If we let this go on,
they'll all be dead.

The gunfire was
from the warlord's men

executing the villagers.

- I recall.
- Me too.

Can't forget their screams

above the flat report
of the Kalashnikovs.

Except Kalashnikov's don't have
a flat report.

They have a deeper sound.

They do indeed.

The guns being used
by the warlord's men,

these guns are M16s,

American guns.

How on Earth
did they get them?

Not you.

Snow White has never dealt
in American military weapons.

That will get you on the radar
of your Army Intelligence,

CIA, FBI very quickly.

- Who sold them the guns?
- A real patriot.

Associated
with New York Commerce,

where you set up
your laser device?

I knew saving your life
was the right thing to do.

Saving my life?

Mm.

[knock at door]

♪

[buzzer sounding, door opens]

Safe's open
at New York Commerce--

a lot of hard drives,
crypto wallets, and files.

Doak said there's
one labeled "Gambia."

Get to the bank.
- Yes, sir.

27 zip drives,
14 crypto wallets,

all linked to wire transfers
to and from offshore banks,

all speaking to international
money laundering

going back ten years

to your days
in the Treasury Department.

I don't know
about any of this or that safe.

Your fingerprints are on it.
We've determined that.

I'm gonna talk
to my attorney.

There's so much evidence
against you here,

Mr. Moustakas, I was about
to suggest that myself.

But before we cuff you...

Records brokering the sale
of 15 shipments

of stolen American armaments

to Gambian warlord
Kahlil Suma.

I'm pretty certain
there's nothing in there

that could be connected to me.

I wouldn't be certain
of that.

Those guns were used
to overtake a village

where women were raped
for sport

and American NGO workers
were kidnapped and tortured.

That had nothing
to do with me.

The guns you brokered
almost got me killed.

You want to help yourself?

Is this how you got
on the radar

of Elena Fedorova?

♪

Never heard of her before
she took over my property.

- I'm not sure I buy that.
- You'll have to.

♪

- On your feet.
- [scoffs]

♪

[handcuffs clicking]

He's so proud of himself.

Whenever you see one of these,
an entire me wall...

you know they're no damn good.

I'll start digging
into Moustakas.

If there's an early association
with Fedorova, I'll find it.

♪

Anthony...

♪

I think I found it.

They're all in the photo.

♪

So I wasn't the target
in any way?

That's been determined?

Wrong place, wrong time--
Fedorova confirmed.

[sighs]
With relish, I'd imagine,

from what I hear about her.

I'm the only one who heard
what was said.

It stays with me.

It was humiliating,
but the...

the confession was true.

You had a leader
with poor judgment,

resulting in an experience
that shaped you

into an agent determined to
take bad guys off the street,

regardless of money
or connections.

That's what I heard.
- Thank you, Director.

And I appreciate
the look into the operation.

It's good for you
to know the scope.

Because in all honesty,

being kept in the dark
has weighed on me.

I'm not sure
the assignment of duties

has been properly balanced.

Val Turner being here
and you in the field.

She is a field agent.

Was there any mention
of Gambia

when New York Commerce
was first liberated?

By Val Turner?

We had
a very active environment.

So, if her instinct
had been followed, pursued,

this whole embarrassment
of yours

could possibly
have been avoided, correct?

I--

She as access and insight
the rest of us don't.

I listen to her.

You should, too.

Like...

take her orders?

[scoffs]

That sounds like a demotion.

It's reality, Doak.

[dramatic music]

♪

I'm gonna destroy you.

He looks like he's had
a hell of a day.

I think we all have.

But this perked me up.

♪

Don't they all look pleased
with themselves.

All of your targets
are in this photo,

taken during their time
in the Cutler Administration.

Attorney General Doblin?
- Embezzler.

- Homeland Secretary Bradberry.
- Bribed by a drug cartel.

Tyler Erickson--
newsman, murderer.

And now Moustakas--
money launderer,

connected to Gambia.

How does it feel
knowing your life

was put in danger by the people
supposed to keep you safe?

- Infuriating.
- We share this.

We share so many things,
see so much the same way.

The others in the photo,
are they next?

Are they corrupt swine?

Do they deserve to lose
everything they amassed

on the backs
of good people?

Val Turner will discover it.

This is a good partnership.

It goes all the way back
to Gambia.

That's where it began.

♪

Bad luck.
This won't end well for her.

Well, everyone needs
a little help sometimes.

♪

[gun cocks]

♪

I am not a fighter.
I am a winner!

♪

He's coming.

Now.

[gunshot]

♪

I watched you
the whole time--

gutsy woman walking
into a trap.

I will show you the way.

The story about a bullet...

I'm the bullet.

♪

You want a partnership?

We need a balance of power.

Not easy when you're always
one step ahead.

You'll catch up.

♪

What are they watching?

The beginning of our story,
of course.

[knock on window]

♪

Dive team recovered
Louie's cell phone.

Special Ops pulled the SIM.

Texts--all ones and zeros.

Some sort of binary code?

We assume.
It's being worked on now.

What number were
the texts sent to?

And we pulled the records--
it's been receiving

from a number of other
cell phones as well.

She's getting intel
from all over.

We're tracing
those phones now.

Okay, so the question is,

how is she receiving
the information?

Ones and zeros?

I have an idea.

[buzzer sounding]

♪

Is she asleep?
- That's affirmative.

Okay, I need the room.

♪

Elena, the balance of power
just shifted.

♪