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[upbeat electronic music]

- Damn, this city's unreal.
- Whoo!

It's just nice
to walk around everywhere

after being cooped up
on the ship, right?

But what's with all
these Dutch women, huh?

It's like they got
a stick up their ass.

I think it's the stick
up yours is the problem.

Oh, yeah? Really, huh?

- What's the next stop, boys?
- I'm not sure.

Hey, uh, where are you going?
- My boyfriend's flat.

[both chuckle]
- [scoffs]

Keep it together, Sutton.
Let's go.

- Yeah, I'm working on it.
- My vote?

De Wallen.
- Ah, I second that.

- The Red Light District?
- Yeah. What are you, Amish?

Yeah, the Red Light District.
Come on. You in?

Yeah, you're in.
Let's go. Let's go.

♪

What a trip.

Five months at sea,

no beer, no Internet,
no cheeky-cheeky.

These women
are doing God's work.

Well, look at that.

You already made a new friend.
- [chuckles]

Hey, smoke show, come on.
Go for it, Karloski.

No, you wanna check out
this cannabis café first?

No, no.
Hey, don't change the subject.

Stay here. Right, focus.
Right here. Right here.

Hey! Hey, no photos!
This is not a sex museum.

You put your money where
your mouth is or move along.

Hey, we know
how it works, okay?

Why don't you back off?

Delete the photos
or pay the girl.

Look, did you not
hear me, old man? Huh?

Yeah, you wanna shake
down some tourists,

that's fine by me, okay?

You run up on us,
I'll kick your ass.

Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey.
There's no need for all that.

I'll just go in.

Yes. You enjoy yourself.

100 euros, 30 minutes.

50 for 15.
- Oh.

I guess I'll just do 15.

[door closes]

First time?

Relax.
I'll take good care of you.

But no condom, no sex.

And no kissing.

[rock music playing]

♪

Well, his phone's still on.
I think our boy got lucky.

Nah, he wouldn't miss

a mandatory
compliance inspection.

He's a "five minutes early
to everything" type guy.

Karloski, open up.

Can you open this door?
- Hmm.

Is this your room?
- No, it's a buddy of ours.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I can't let you in unl--

excuse me.

[door lock beeps]

Coming in.
Hope you're alone.

[tense music]

Ryan! No.

Oh, no.

Clear.

Oh, God.

He's dead.

♪

Iowa, that's where
you're from, Mom!

Land of the rolling
prairie...

and Slipknot.

We're flying there for
the family reunion next summer.

What's Slipknot?

It's a band.

You know what? Forget it.

- Will Nana and Pops be there?
- Sure will.

And Uncle Scott, Aunt Shannon,
all your cousins.

Will Nagymami and Nagypapi
be there?

No.

That's dad's side
of the family.

[doorbell rings]

[door beeping]
Hello.

- Are you Amanda Tate?
- I am.

I need your signature.

What is it?

A summons to appear in court.

♪

What have we got?

This morning
a maritime security contractor

was murdered in Amsterdam.

Cause of death--
lethal asphyxiation.

Ryan Karloski,
Massachusetts resident,

former U.S. Army
gunner's mate--

I mean Navy.

He was only 25.
Why did he leave the military?

Amanda.

Sorry.
Um, financial opportunities.

For the last five months,
he was working

for the international
private security company

Devos Maritime.
- That's a dangerous job.

Maritime security contractors
defend ships

from piracy, hijackings, terrorists.

How long was Karloski
in the Netherlands?

Since yesterday morning.

He was protecting a ship

that docked
at the Port of Amsterdam,

a hopper dredger,
whatever that is.

He'd only been
to the country once prior

when the ship departed.

You know what?

How about we finish this
on the plane, yeah?

Hey.

Are you okay?
You seem a little on edge.

Honestly, I've--
I've never had to ask this,

but something urgent came up
that I have to deal with.

Mm-hmm.

Can I take
the rest of the day off?

Yeah, we got your back.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

No, it's just some stuff
with my ex.

- Okay, go.
- Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Andre, I'm gonna need you
to hang back

and cover for Amanda, okay?

No sweat.

Thanks.

[siren wailing]

♪

Detective Layla Amrani.

Cameron Vo, nice to meet you.

Special Agent
Scott Forrester.

Pleasure to meet you both.

I've seen suicides
by asphyxiation,

but a gangland-style
execution--

I have to admit,
this is a first.

Likewise.
Any security cameras?

Only in the lobby,
I'm afraid.

The bag was secured around
Karloski's neck with duct tape.

No signs of forced entry.
- Any prints on the tape?

Yes, from one of his
colleagues, Shane Sutton.

He pulled the bag off his head.

In smothering cases,
victims usually put up a fight.

Was there any serious injuries,
trace DNA?

The medical examiner
is working on the report now.

We'll get you the results
as soon as possible.

Karloski's cell phone.

He received this text message
at 1:18 this morning.

"Leave 5K behind
the lion statue

"in Zorgvlied Cemetery
at 10:00 a.m.,

or we will release photos
from tonight."

- Local area code.
- Yeah, check it out.

Who the hell is "we"?

The victim
was being shaken down.

By whom, I'm not so sure.

Any witnesses?

Uh, Karloski was partying
with Sutton

and one of his colleagues from
the security team last night--

Bernard Almaz.

He's the one who called 112.

Karloski was a real guy.
You know what I mean?

Like, a genuine guy.

We used to play poker every
night before we racked out.

Had a lot of heart-to-hearts.

Got me to open up about things
I'd never told anyone.

When was the last time
you saw him?

De Wallen,
around 12:00 a.m. this morning.

And the three of you
were staying here at the hotel.

Same floor, different rooms.

Look, we know who did it.
Give me the phone.

I'll show you the guy.

There he is.

That's the pimp
who forced Karloski

to have sex
with one of his whores.

These punters
can't hold their liquor.

And then they start
taking photos of my girls.

Huh? What did they think
this is, a petting zoo?

Right now I think your
biggest concern is the murder

of an American who was caught
up in a blackmail scheme

after visiting one
of your sex workers.

Blackmail? Ah, maybe
at other brothels, not here.

How so?

Locals, they complain
about too much sex,

too much noise,

too many beschonken people
in the streets.

Now the city
has all these regulations.

Sex workers have empty pockets.

And what do they do?

They sell their customers' info
to the Bulgarian Mafia.

Where were you
around 2:00 this morning?

Right here.
My shift ended at 3:00.

Then I went home to my wife.

- Is this one of your ladies?
- Mm, Famke.

She's been renting from me
for five years.

I need to speak with her.

Haven't seen her,
not since last night,

when your American came back
for round two.

♪

Famke Hensen, 38, Dutch,

registered sex worker
under the Chamber of Commerce,

no priors.

The blackmailer's
phone number

matches her contact info.

Owen Van Doorn, Dutch--

I went through the CCTV
outside of the brothel.

His alibi checks out.

12:02 a.m.,

the guys argue with Van Doorn,

and Karloski
enters the brothel.

12:35 a.m.,

Sutton and Almaz head back to
the hotel to call it a night.

12:50 a.m., Karloski walks
out of the brothel.

Ten minutes later,
he enters the hotel lobby.

1:21 a.m., he leaves the hotel

and returns
to the brothel at 1:29.

1:48 a.m.,
he exits the brothel,

and he heads
back to the hotel, alone.

My theory--after getting
the blackmail text from Famke,

Karloski went back to the
brothel and refused to pay up.

At some point before or after
he returned to the hotel,

the killer enters his room.

Famke was evicted from the
address Van Doorn had on file.

I'll try and get a ping
on her phone number.

Let's get to it.

Hey, so, uh, what's the deal
with Amanda's ex-husband?

She likes to keep
her personal stuff personal.

Which is why I'm asking you.

Ex-fiancé,
they were never married.

Bit of a control freak,
if you ask me.

Your ex filed for
sole custody of your daughter.

No, we--we had an agreement
to split custody 50/50.

An official agreement?

More of a handshake deal.

You're not
a Hungarian citizen.

No, but László sponsors me
on a family-reunification visa.

We've always been
on good terms.

Until now, apparently.

The last thing you want
is an ongoing custody battle.

It doesn't go well here
for, uh, noncitizens.

The best option...

I can schedule a meeting
with a mediator this afternoon.

Does László really have
a case here, after seven years?

He absolutely has a case.

♪

Outcall services
aren't my thing.

I got off work at 2:00 a.m.,
and I came here.

It's my brother's.

Can he confirm
your whereabouts?

Ooh.
Well, he lives in Brussels.

Is there a reason he'd need to?

[chuckles]
This guy.

Did you sleep
with him last night?

Sort of.

"Sort of"?

It was his first time
paying for full service,

and he couldn't quite perform.

Hmm, so then why did
he come back to the brothel?

Well, to aggressively
accuse me

of sending an extortion text.

He kept talking nonsense
about photos and cash

and a-a lion in a cemetery.

Do you have any idea
who might have sent it?

Well, men seem to be drawn

to the exotic submissive market
these days.

I bet he tried to give it
another go

with one of those
Eastern European girls

flooding
into my country illegally.

Just stick to the questions.

My point is, they steal
business from local sex workers

and do anything for money.

Are you going to tell me
why you're here?

Ryan Karloski was murdered

shortly after he left
the brothel.

"Murdered"?

And you think I had something
to do with this?

Well, the blackmail text
came from your phone.

I-I didn't send it.

Here...

have a look if you
don't believe me.

♪

[cell phone chimes]

We have a situation
in De Wallen.

I'll be keeping this,
and we will be in touch.

[scoffs]

You didn't tell me anything!

No wonder you Americans
always get yourselves killed!

♪

Move, move, move, move, move!

[people screaming]

Move!

- He's gonna kill him!
- [shrieking]

♪

Calm down.

- You're under arrest.
- Let's go.

Take him.

[handcuffs clicking]

♪

Shane Sutton, 36, American,
and Bernard Almaz, 32.

Mother's French.
Father's Ethiopian.

Raised in Indonesia.

Prior to working
for Devos Maritime,

they served the navy
in their respective countries.

In 2016, Almaz ended his
service with the French Navy

due to drug-dependency issues.

And in 2019,

Sutton received a BCD
discharge for misconduct.

Big chicken dinner--
that is one of the worst ways

somebody can be discharged
from the military.

There is no way Famke
iced a security contractor

with military training.

She could be under the thumb
of the Bulgarian Mafia.

But I already looked
through her phone,

and we couldn't find the
blackmail text to Karloski.

That's because it was sent
to his cell via a spoofing app.

You can manipulate information
by transmitting it

to a recipient's
caller ID display

to disguise
the real texter's identity.

Someone used Famke's number
to frame her as the sender.

Couldn't get an ID
on any suspect.

There's a bar on the top floor
of the hotel.

Too much foot traffic
in the lobby

during the time of the murder.

I spoke to the hotel manager.

When Karloski returned
to the brothel,

his door remained shut
until he came back to the room

at 1:52 a.m.

No key card was used to open
the door again from the hallway

until 10:14 a.m.,
when the DOA was found.

So the killer didn't sneak
into the room.

Karloski let him in himself.

Okay, shady dudes
are shaking you down.

Why would you leave your
service weapon in the safe

if they're at your door?

Because Karloski
put his weapon away,

he wasn't threatened
by the visitor,

and he willingly opened
the door.

Autopsy results just came in.

You're all gonna
want to see this.

[tense music]

[door opens]

A few things aren't adding up
in our investigation.

Karloski wasn't killed
by a sex worker,

a brothel operator,
or the Bulgarian Mafia.

He was killed
by somebody that he knew.

You're accusing me now?

I called your former CPO
at Camp Lemonnier.

It turns out you were arrested
for domestic violence

in San Diego.

You got a DUI in Norfolk.

And you discharged
your service weapon

during a bar fight in Djibouti.

That is not
a great track record,

especially
after the little stunt

that you pulled in De Wallen.

Yeah, well, I went back there

because no one else
was doing anything.

I wanted some answers.

Wow, that worked out
for you, didn't it?

Karloski's official cause
of death

was not lethal asphyxiation.

He let his guard down,
allowing the killer

to crack him
across the back of the skull.

The crime scene was staged.

A hotel laundry bag
was placed over his head.

There are no ligature marks
on his wrist.

There is no DNA
under his fingernails.

Karloski was unable
to defend himself.

Look, I haven't killed anyone
since I served in the military.

Yeah, Karloski and I were both
stationed at Camp Lemonnier,

and I loved him like
a little brother,

which is exactly why I referred
him to the Devos Maritime.

[knock at door,
door clicks open]

- Are we charging him?
- That's a great question.

Not yet.

Well, someone just posted
bail for him and Almaz.

You're free to go.
- [scoffs]

I highly suggest
that you stick around.

Oh, absolutely.

If the FBI can't tell east
from west with a compass,

I'll handle this myself.

That is the last thing
that you wanna do.

♪

My security contractors--

they work for a highly
reputable company,

Devos Maritime.

I bailed them out because the
ship is leaving this afternoon.

Does the shipping company
run background checks

on all of its employees?
- We do.

Then why did Shane Sutton
not get dinged

for his misstep in Djibouti?

We're not looking
for stockbrokers.

These men are a specific breed.

But Karloski...

he was a good kid.

How long had he worked
for you?

This was his first mission.

You know, when young men
are stuck on a ship

for five months...

they eventually need
to blow off some steam.

I tried to warn him--
don't overdo it,

'cause when things go wrong,
it's always at a port of call.

What was
the ship's last route?

Uh, we departed
the Port of Amsterdam.

We moved south
along the coast of Morocco.

We stopped at Dakar,
Abidjan, Lagos,

and then we returned north
to the Netherlands.

You'll have to delay
the ship's departure

until we finish
our investigation.

I wish I could.

And believe me, I'd love
to know who killed Karloski.

But hopper dredgers
maintain waterways

for vessels moving
billions worth of cargo.

So, unless your credentials
say "Harbor Master,"

this ship is leaving.

♪

Once Karloski's co-workers
are at sea,

the Dutch police
lose jurisdiction,

and they could flee to
a country with no extradition.

If they bumped off Karloski,
it was for a reason,

either a deal gone south,

or he witnessed something
he shouldn't have.

The Gulf of Guinea

is West Africa's
cocaine corridor,

and the Netherlands,
a global cocaine hub.

I looked
into their financials.

Karloski purchased a flight
from Amsterdam to Boston

that left this morning.

Well, Captain Veerman
failed to mention

he was bailing
on the next trip.

Well, he quit the navy
for financial opportunities,

so maybe he was just
lining his pockets

and then wanted out.
- Got a lead.

When the ship reached service
off the coast of Amsterdam,

Karloski placed a call to
a law firm in Massachusetts.

His uncle, Jim Briggs,
is one of the attorneys.

Wake him up.

[crying softly, sniffles]

I just--
I don't believe it.

I just--
[clears throat]

Last time I saw Ryan, he, uh,

graduated from the Academy.

[crying]

He had everything
in front of him.

Just take all
the time you need.

[clears throat, sniffles]
I'm sorry.

[clears throat]

[breathes deeply]

Well...
[clears throat]

I knew something was wrong when
he came to me for legal advice.

Um...
[chuckles]

I had to remind him I don't
specialize in criminal law.

What sort of legal advice?

He kept tossing around
hypotheticals.

What charges
would someone be looking at

if they witnessed something
illegal

in international waters,
uh, but didn't report it?

I asked him what it was.

Uh, he said smuggling.

Drugs?

People.

♪

If these yobs
are really smuggling people,

this is a route that Europol
has never seen before.

The Sahel is a region in
Africa with violent militants

and limited resources--

likely where the migrants
would be coming from.

We're looking
for locations large enough

to hide migrants underneath
the nose of the crew.

They're usually transported
in shipping containers,

but since we're looking
at a hopper dredger,

the hull is our best bet.

It's easy access,
where someone on the outside

could provide food, water,
empty buckets.

[dramatic music]

♪

[door clangs open]
Get down.

[workers speaking indistinctly]

Okay.

Let's go.

♪

[metal groans, creaks]

That's weird.

Hey! Hey!

Come here.

♪

[sniffs]
Smells like bleach.

[coughs]

They deep-cleaned it.

We are digging
in an empty mine.

Must've transported
migrants on the last trip.

I'll need something else
to issue arrest warrants--

uh, fake passports,
documents maybe.

No way this was
a one-man operation.

Ah.

"Sekou"?

Uh, It's a male given name
from Africa.

Not a smoking gun
but something to go off.

Cramming people in here
for weeks, if not months?

I mean, they could have died
from heat stroke, suffocation.

Maybe some did.

You remember that guy
who ripped him off in Senegal?

Yeah, now, Ryan could stand up
for himself.

They came to collect,
he didn't wanna pay.

I wish he would have.

Ah, don't tell me.

You still haven't figured
this out?

We'd appreciate it if you
could come by this station

and answer
some follow-up questions.

Oh, let me guess--
the career hooker

with 2,000 miles on her tires
denied all involvement.

Who would have thought, huh?

Some skank prostitute
lying to a Fed.

I'll answer your questions.

What is this?

If you're innocent,
I suggest you do the same.

What are you trying to say
to me right now?

I think he's already said it.
Why don't you just back up.

You didn't just assault
a federal agent, did you?

♪

[chuckles]

Ah.

No, that's fine.
I got nothing to hide.

Good.

Let's go.

Amanda accepted
a new position with the FBI

that involves
dangerous operations.

She promised she
wouldn't be doing fieldwork.

That was a lie.
- We saved a six-year-old girl!

Do you know that my ex
has a gunshot wound?

My daughter
is a Hungarian citizen,

and her safety's at risk.

Mr. Horváth, why do you feel
you can take on sole custody

as a single parent?

He won't be.
We are engaged.

[soft tense music]

♪

I've made every allowance
for László

so that Lili could grow up
with his family.

Not only did I give up my life
in the U.S.,

I took a job
below my skill level

for seven years

so that we could raise her
in Hungary.

Budapest has become my home.

And now that I have my dream
job, I'm not giving it up.

This isn't to hurt you,
Amanda.

I am doing this for Lili.
- You're doing this for her!

Please calm down, everyone.

I know this is hard.

But, unfortunately, Ms. Tate
won't be able to take Lili

outside of the country
when she leaves.

What does that mean?

♪

I'd like to discuss this
with my client in private.

Of course.

♪

It's from the immigration
office in Budapest.

László is going
after your ability

to live in Hungary.

You will no longer have
a valid Hungarian visa

as of next month.

Meaning?

He's revoking
his sponsorship.

You'll have to return
to the U.S.

to hash this out
with Immigration.

But...

we could make a counteroffer.

Like what?

You go back to your old job,
nice and safe.

Give him 70% custody for now.

He has to sign the paperwork
so you can stay in the country.

♪

Karloski was killed
with his back turned

by someone that he trusted.

And I know that you cared
a lot about him.

So, if there's something
that you wanna say,

now's the time.

- I'm gonna need protection.
- You have my word.

[exhales deeply]

Sutton killed him.

How do you know?

Because I heard him
talking through the wall,

inside Karloski's hotel room
at around 2:00 in the morning.

What was he saying?

I'm not sure,
but it was Sutton.

H-his voice started
getting louder,

a-and it sounded like Karloski
was trying to apologize

or calm him down, and then...

nothing.

Why didn't you say
anything earlier?

[tense music]

There's this sign
inside the ship--

"If you see something,
say something."

Someone crossed out
that last "something"

and wrote "nothing."

On the high seas,

you learn to keep
your mouth shut.

♪

Yeah, hold on.

You think I got a hold of some
prostitute's phone number,

ran it through a spoofing app,

and then framed her
for the murder of my friend?

- Just answer the question.
- That's insane.

You guys gotta get
your act together.

Can I go now?
- No.

We placed you
inside Karloski's hotel room

at the time of the murder.

Really?
And who told you that?

A confidential source.

Then I'm done talking.

I want a legitimate attorney,
one from the States,

not some Dutch clown.

Whatever you say.

♪

- Any luck?
- Sutton lawyered up.

Almaz's testimony
was speculative.

I don't think I can hold him
much longer.

Hey, I've been meaning
to ask--are you Moroccan?

Oh, yes, first generation.

I came over with my mother
when I was ten.

Well, I am
a third-gen Vietnamese.

- Oh.
- But I bet

it must have been really hard
moving to a new home at ten.

Uh, it was at first.

You know, people call
Amsterdam the city of sin,

but for an immigrant
from Morocco,

it was the city of freedom--
eh, or it was to me, anyway.

Yeah.

My grandfather--he escaped
the Vietnam War on a boat.

He got robbed by pirates,

and he spent ten years away
from his family

before he could save enough
money to bring them to the U.S.

[chuckles]

And here we are--getting paid

to do what we love
for a living.

Yeah.

I think about that exact thing
all the time.

[glasses clink]

[cell phone chimes]

Got something.

[device chirps]

Hey, Raines.
Any word from Amanda?

Radio silence.

We figured out how the
migrants are being smuggled.

Using terminal cameras,

we monitored
the crew's movement

at every port
where the ship docked.

When they disembarked in Lagos,

20 men and women of African,
Indian, and Asian descent

boarded the dredger
disguised as dock workers.

Smugglers must be raking
in like, what, 10K a head?

We should bring in
the captain, see what he knows.

Before that,
we may have a witness

who might be able to ID
the smugglers.

Once the ship arrived
at the Port of Amsterdam,

the migrants waited
for the crew to leave,

and then they scattered
into the city.

We pulled footage
from dozens of CCTV cameras,

and the majority of them
got on a bus.

But one entered
a parking garage

three miles from the port,

where a vehicle
was waiting to pick him up.

We captured an infrared
image of the plate,

registered to a Kadia Camara.

She works at a Malian
restaurant there in Amsterdam.

[traditional percussive music
playing]

♪

Kadia Camara?

Yes.

We're looking for this man.
Have you seen him?

No, I-I've never
seen him before.

That's funny,
because we saw him getting

into your car last night.

[tense music]

♪

[shouting in Bambara]

[object shatters]

[people shouting]

♪

FBI!
Stop right there!

♪

[breathing heavily]

- What's your name?
- Moussa Camara.

- Where's your paperwork?
- I don't have it.

Why is that?

[breathes shakily]

I came to the Netherlands
to be with my family,

to work, to send money
to my children in Mali.

Did you pay the smugglers
to bring you here on a ship?

[somber music]

What would you do to keep
your family alive?

Those men were not smugglers.
They were monsters.

They took our money
and gambled with our lives.

But it was my brother who lost.

How many people
were on the ship?

20, but only 16 survived.

That little room--
it was so hot.

We are gonna find the men

who exploited you
and your brother.

But I need you
to help us identify them.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Him...

he was in charge.

- Were these men involved?
- Not that I know of.

I never interacted with them.

We know you killed Karloski.
We know about the migrants.

So, unless you cooperate fully,

you're gonna spend the rest
of your life in a 6x8 cell

no bigger than the space you
crammed all those people in.

I didn't cram
anybody anywhere.

That was all Veerman,
the ship's master.

All I did was get people
on the ship and off

and deliver food and water.

Veerman's the one

who spearheaded
the entire operation.

How did Karloski
get mixed up?

He got hip
to what was going on.

Came to me about it.

I guess he didn't know
I was involved.

And I begged him
to keep his mouth shut,

even offered to cut him in
on the deal.

And he said he was in.

Then he goes to Veerman,
rats me out.

And unknowingly put
a bull's-eye

on his own chest, right?

Yeah.

Well, he should have
just taken the money.

How did you get
Famke's phone number?

Veerman had it.

He'd been to her a few times.

So I steered Karloski
to her last night

to get the ball rolling.

What was Sutton's role
in all this?

[scoffs] Nothing.

Until the whole Famke thing
didn't work out.

Then Veerman wanted to pin it
on Sutton,

which is why
I came forward first.

Get my story out there,
see if it stuck.

You killed Karloski
in his hotel room, didn't you?

He made his move.
I made mine.

[tense music]

The Dutch police
will be in here

to get your formal statement.

Hey.

Did it almost work?

Did I almost get away with it?

For a while, yeah.

When did it all fall apart?

When the FBI showed up.

♪

[tires screech]

[people shouting]

Split up. Stay on comms.

♪

We've got a runner!

Stern of the boat--
engine room.

♪

[gunshots]

Gun!

Europol!
Drop your weapon!

♪

Target is still on the move.

I got eyes on him.
He's on the deck.

[dramatic music]

♪

Stop right there.

Pieter...

Put the gun down.

♪

Pieter, put the gun down.

You put your gun down!

Pieter, don't do this.

I'm not spending the rest
of my life in prison!

Don't move.

♪

- How much time do I have left?
- Moussa, listen.

Look, I know
I'm getting deported.

But, please, let me say goodbye
to my sister.

I will never see her again.

You helped us take down
a global smuggling ring.

You are not going anywhere.

Now you have
the legal right to live

and work in the Netherlands.

[scoffs]

T-thank you.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Someone's here
to pick you up.

[soft music]

[cries softly]

[sniffles, crying]

♪

[sighs]

[lock clicking]

You are free to go.

Almaz and Veerman...

think they'll ever be out
on the street again?

I very much doubt it.

Well, if they are,
you let me know.

[clears throat]
Hey.

You know, cases like this,

I wish I'd kept up on my piano
lessons like my mom wanted.

Low-rent casino lounge in Reno,
three barflies ignoring me,

nice layer of secondhand smoke
hanging in the air?

[chuckles]

My music basically drowned out
by the nearby slot machines.

[sighs]

Doesn't sound too bad
right about now.

- It's never too late.
- Don't tempt me.

[both chuckle]
- What is this?

It's, uh, for Moussa's
brother who didn't make it.

So the family is having
a funeral for him in absentia.

Layla and I are passing
the hat.

Don't ever change, Cam.

[cell phone chimes]

[soft dramatic music]

♪

[sighs]
What?

Amanda's resigning.

♪

[sighs]

[sniffles]

You were saved in extremis.

What--what does that mean?

It's a legal term--
"at the very last moment."

László is calling
the whole thing off.

He will agree to keep it
at 50/50 custody.

What? What about my visa
and the immigration--

You don't need it.

♪

What are you doing here?

Scott wanted me
to give you this--

official protection against
legal jurisdiction in the EU.

All FBI agents have one.
Why don't you?

Legat Connelly always kept me
on temporary duty.

You're part
of the Fly Team now, Amanda.

We look out for each other.

[sighs]

Can I give you a hug?
- I mean--

[laughs]

♪

[crying]

♪

[tense music]

♪

[wolf howls]