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[ominous music playing]

[dogs barking]

[engine stops]

[gun cocks]

[in Italian] Wait here.

[music fades]

[birds singing]

Uh...

[in Italian] He told me to wait outside.

Let's go.

[ominous music playing]

[flies buzzing]

[speaks in Italian]

Wouldn't let me in, so...

[music fades]

Yeah, they should've let me in.

[in Italian] Why are you two still breathing?

[all in Italian] We arrived after...

So I make sure I understand.

You came here.

Alone.

To this vineyard, in Sicily.

For?

You.

You know who I am, then?

I know what you are.

Yet you came anyway.

Why?

You took something that didn't belong to you. I'm here to take it back.

How did you find me?

No one ever has.

Okay.

Okay.

Here you are.

Except you're a few meters short...

of what you came for.

[tense music playing]

[in Italian] We all end up where we're supposed to be.

[in English] Which means...

your man to my left, finger on the trigger but he's a foot too close,

which renders your man to my right dead already.

He just doesn't know it yet. I feel sorry for his family.

Nine seconds.

[beeps]

That's what you have to decide your fate.

Nine seconds.

[yells]

[grunts]

[yelling]

[grunts]

[music intensifies]

[groaning]

[shotgun cocks]

[yells]

[groaning]

[shotgun cocks]

Ah! [in Italian] Stop, stop, stop.

- It's only you? - Sì.

Okay, good.

Stay in the truck, son.

- [in English] Okay? - Sì.

Okay.

[gunshots]

[dramatic music playing]

[gun clicks]

[dramatic music continues]

[ship horn blows]

[man speaking in Italian]

[McCall groaning and gasping]

[EKG beeping]

[Gio in Italian] The blood pressure is very low.

He wouldn't have made it to the hospital.

[doctor in Italian] He's about to go into shock.

Take a blanket and put it on his legs.

Mind the light. Thank you.

Thank you. That's good.

- Gio. - [Gio] Yes.

[doctor] This man fell down.

[Gio] He didn't fall. They shot him.

[doctor] You brought me a man that fell down. Okay?

[ominous music playing]

- Clean his wound here. - Yes.

Lucky it was only a .22 caliber.

Gio saved your life.

So I ask...

did he save a good man?

Or a bad man?

[groans]

I don't know. Non lo so.

- Where are you headed? - [grunts]

[in Italian] Home.

No, no.

[sighs] Sì.

No, no, no.

Not so fast now.

No. No, no.

Your wound...

it needs time to heal.

[in English] Okay.

Will the bad men come looking for you?

No.

[opera music playing softly over speakers]

[McCall groaning softly]

[dramatic music playing]

[church bells ringing]

[McCall grunts]

- [in English] Did you sleep well? - Yes.

I made you some soup.

[groans and coughs] Grazie.

- [in English] Thank you. - Enzo.

- Thank you, Enzo. - What's your name?

Uh...

Roberto.

- Roberto. - Sì.

Okay.

[speaks in Italian]

Where am I?

Where you're supposed to be.

[in English] Okay.

[church bells ringing distantly]

- [Enzo] Roberto. - Ah. [chuckles]

Enzo.

- Good thing I kept my father's cane. Huh? - Sì. Sì. Sì.

- Do you mind? - [in English] Yeah.

- Good. - [speaks in Italian]

[sighs]

[in English] How long I, uh...

Three days today.

Altamonte.

Small, but simpatico.

[in Italian] Go slowly, okay?

[speaks in Italian]

[in English] Roberto, to the left,

the steps, the piazza.

[McCall] Grazie.

[people chattering in Italian]

[dog barking]

[vehicles passing]

[chattering in Italian]

Khalid, bring me the red snappers.

Coming.

[pensive music playing]

[chattering indistinctly]

[McCall groans]

Ah.

- [in Italian] Good morning. - [speaks in Italian]

[in English] Tea, per favore.

A tea?

Ah... Uh... Uh...

- [speaks in Italian] - The tea bag.

Tea bag.

I'll bring it right away.

[in English] Yes. Thank you.

[Italian folk music playing softly over speakers]

[in Italian] I'm sorry, but tea is for old ladies and Englishmen.

[in Italian] Good morning.

[in English] I'm Giorgio Bonucci. I'm...

Gio. Gio. Gio.

This is my daughter Gabby.

[in Italian] Good morning, Aminah.

Gabby, I have a small something for you. Come.

[in English] So...

- You've had a very bad... - Fall.

- Fall. - Yes.

Dr. Enzo's a very good doctor.

He brought me to this world. My parents too.

Almost everybody here.

These are good people.

I understand.

I parked your car behind the station.

For when you feel better.

I didn't look in your bags.

Thank you.

[speaks in Italian]

[Gio speaking in Italian]

[speaks in Italian]

[speaks in Italian]

[church bells ringing]

- [ominous music playing] - [indistinct chatter]

- [ominous music playing] - [indistinct chatter]

[telephone rings]

[Emma] Collins.

[McCall] Vineyard in Sicily.

Six-point-two miles south of...

Who is this?

Concerned citizen.

[keypad beeping]

[line dialing]

- [telephone rings] - Collins.

Yeah, Cantina Arriana Vineyards, just south of Palermo.

Who is this?

Crates imported from Middle East.

Syria, by the looks of it.

Yeah, what is it? Fruits? Tree nuts? Spices?

I'm sorry, but there's nothing unusual about that.

Wine.

Wine?

Wine, 55 crates of it.

Why is a Sicilian winery importing wine from Syria?

Ah.

- Guess I got the right number after all. - Look, buddy, I...

Some kind of a repackaging operation, by the looks of it.

You're gonna need a physical access team.

You know all this how?

Just passing through. I thought it might be of interest to you people.

"You people"?

You know who you're calling?

The CIA Financial Operations Group.

You track suspect money sources, right?

Yeah, that's right. Hold on.

Let me get something to write this down with.

No need for that. Everything on this line is recorded anyway, right?

Buddy?

Collins. Yeah, I have a potential op situation.

[music fades]

- [church bells ringing] - [rooster crows]

[ringing continues]

[people chattering indistinctly]

[tapping cane repeatedly]

[siren wailing]

[siren approaches, then fades]

[ominous music playing]

- [in Italian] Go slowly. - Uh-huh. Grazie.

[groans]

[haunting music playing]

[McCall] One day someone does something unspeakable to someone else,

and you do something about it 'cause you can.

- Because it's who you are? - Mm.

Hm? Who you've always been?

[dramatic music playing]

[yells]

[screaming]

[in Italian] Dad, Mum is calling you from the kitchen.

- [Italian folk music playing] - [indistinct chatter]

Your salad.

Enjoy it.

[motorcycle engines revving]

[boy speaking indistinctly]

[engines revving]

- Ah. [speaks in Italian] - [speaks in Italian]

["La Belle Vie" playing]

My name is Aminah.

Roberto.

Nice to meet you.

[in English] Enjoy your tea.

["La Belle Vie" continues]

[in Italian] Excuse me, sir.

This shirt would look good on you!

This shirt is perfect.

It's your color.

With these pants.

What do you think?

Perfect outfit.

[speaking in Italian]

Okay, only one shirt, but with the right pants.

Only one for me.

And the hat, because it matches the shirt.

They are the same color.

[in English] Perfect. Eh?

Okay?

Discount?

["La Belle Vie" fades]

[men speaking indistinctly in Italian]

[in Italian] Marco, I needed to repair the freezer.

I have no business without it.

[in Italian] And what do I care about the freezer?

I'll pay you next week. Don't worry.

Come on, Angelo, give me the money.

How you doing, Khalid?

[Marco and Angelo speaking indistinctly]

[Marco] Angelo, everyone must pay.

We've known each other for a long time, right?

- [dramatic music playing] - [Angelo grunts]

[thudding]

[Marco speaking indistinctly]

[groaning]

See you next week.

There is no problem, Angelo. Really no problem.

[Angelo screaming and sobbing]

Calm down. Good boy.

Pull yourself together.

- [Marco speaking indistinctly] - [whispers indistinctly]

[ominous music playing]

Come on, let's go. Come on!

Khalid, let's get back to work.

[engines starting and revving]

[Marco] Angelo!

Next week.

Don't piss me off.

["Love, Disorderly" playing]

[dramatic music continues]

[music fades]

Wait here.

Where's my brother?

[in Italian] Upstairs dealing with something.

- [all speaking in Italian] - These are the waivers. Sign them.

You cannot throw people out of their homes. Do you understand?

These people don't know where to go.

Lucia.

Mr. Quaranta.

We cannot sign these papers.

Okay?

A court will decide.

And maybe you'll have to find another building for your hotel.

I really hope you understand.

[Vincent Quaranta] Thank you for your time.

- [men yelling indistinctly] - [woman sobbing and baby wailing]

[speaks in Italian]

Got a new car?

How's the new kid doing?

[Marco] Good. He listens to me.

He'll be a good one.

Get everyone out.

- [woman continues sobbing] - [whistles]

So?

- I look out for you, don't I? - Yes.

You're my brother and I love you,

but don't piss me off.

Make collections. Don't be loud about it.

I have more important issues.

Why don't you make me part of these important things?

These are big ones.

[woman screaming]

- [screams] - [dramatic music playing]

Stay in your place.

You do what you do.

I have big plans for you.

Really?

Don't worry.

[in English] Yeah.

Leave him there,

for everyone to see.

[in Italian] Quick! Come on. Move it.

Quickly! Come on.

[engine revs]

[tires screech]

[engines revving]

[McCall and Enzo laughing]

[Enzo] Big football match in two days.

When I was young man, I used to play.

[McCall] Were you any good?

[Enzo] No. That's why I became a doctor.

[both laughing]

So I'm going to the market tomorrow. Do you need anything?

Oh. I go for you. What do you want?

- No. No, you should rest. - No, no, no. I go.

No. You do a lot for me. And I'm strong. Look.

- No, come on. - I am strong.

What kind of fish you like?

Fish? I like triglie.

Okay. Okay.

- One. Two. Triglia. - Okay. Okay. You do it.

- Four. - [both laugh]

Okay, I go. Grazie.

- Cheers. - Salute.

[Angelo in English] For grilled or for roast.

- [McCall] And this is...? - Sempre orata.

- [McCall] Dorade. - Orata, yes.

Oh, this is the one.

- Spigola. - That's the sea bass, right?

[both speak in Italian]

And this one?

- Spigola I know. Sea bass, right? - Sea bass. Perfetto.

Due sea bass. Fresh?

You're not supposed to smell the fish. Look at the eyes.

Eyes are bright. Not cloudy.

Gills red or pink.

[in Italian] She's right.

Ah. I see Stefano finally sold that hat.

What did she say? The hat?

I like the hat. I like it.

She said she liked it?

- Two? - [in Italian] How much is it?

Today you don't have to pay. You are a friend of Enzo. You don't pay.

[in English] That I understand. I'm paying.

No. You are a friend of Enzo.

- What's your name? - Angelo.

Angelo, I'm paying.

- No. - Please.

Enzo's friend, I can't let you pay.

Next time, I promise I'll let you pay.

Come on, Khalid, let's give him his fish.

- Thank you. - [speaks in Italian]

[tense, pensive music playing]

[men speaking indistinctly]

[Frank] Collins.

Fenethylline hydrochloride.

Shit.

Synthetic amphetamine. ISIS fighters use it.

Amps them up for days.

- That door, was that...? - We had to blow it open.

What else is in there?

I'll show you. Follow me.

[Frank] How much in cash?

Approximately 11 million. U.S.

Cameras?

They all went down at the same time.

Precisely 18:16.

What about prints?

Only one set so far.

No match.

Multiple bodies, only one set of prints?

Sì.

[Frank] So?

[Emma] Terrorists out of Syria smuggling their jihad drug here,

repackaged, shipped to the mainland?

[Frank] And from here it's no longer international cargo.

It's kind of genius.

- That money in there, is that connected? - No, that's something else.

Money laundering, cybertheft. That's not our problem. But this is.

Some terrorist faction that's not on our radar,

bringing the contraband to this farm?

- How'd you hear about this? - Call in. Anonymous.

We gotta find out,

is this the first shipment, fifth, twentieth?

- It's the fourth. - How?

Past 18 months, this vineyard shipped 200 cases of wine a month.

And three months ago, they started shipping 500.

- [sighs] Fuck me. - Checked the financials on my flight over.

We're blind on this.

We get behind, people get hurt.

Keep me updated.

[ominous music playing]

[thunder rumbles]

[Enzo speaks in Italian]

- Good? - [in English] Yeah.

- Almost good to go. - Okay.

Enzo.

What do you see when you look at me? Huh?

I mean, when I come here, you take care of me.

You don't call an ambulance.

You don't call police. You don't call carabinieri.

Why?

Remember what I asked you?

- When I first come. - Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Am I a good man or a bad man, you asked me.

And you said you didn't know.

I don't know.

Only a good man would have said that.

[pensive music playing]

- [pensive music continues] - [rain pattering and thunder rumbling]

[church bells ringing]

[priest speaking indistinctly in Italian]

[ominous music playing]

[Marco] Brother.

Been praying?

[Vincent] I don't think God is listening.

[Marco] What's up?

[Vincent] It's time, little brother, to help me with bigger issues.

I need you to put more pressure on this town, these people.

We have big plans for Altamonte, resorts, hotels, casinos.

You know what's to be done.

[Marco] Sure, Vincent.

[ominous music continues]

[Vincent] This entire coast will be ours soon.

All of it.

[indistinct chatter]

- [bell ringing] - [tense music playing]

[people yelling and chattering nervously]

[man yelling in Italian]

Aminah!

[gasps]

No. Carmela! No!

Angelo, no, no, no, no!

[yelling] - [speaking indistinctly]

- [crowd chattering] - [sirens wailing]

[sobbing]

- [Angelo screaming] - [speaking indistinctly]

Calm, calm.

Calm down, Angelo. We're here to help you.

[Angelo] They destroyed all we have.

[all speaking in Italian]

[sobbing continues]

[motorcycle engines revving]

[tense, pensive music playing]

[somber, pensive music playing]

- [indistinct chatter] - [somber, poignant music playing]

Hello, good morning.

Marshal Bonucci, Altamonte Carabinieri.

Sì.

I need information...

on the owner of a van...

Ford...

blue or black.

Suspicion of arson.

[church bells ringing]

- [speaking in Italian] - Ah.

Grazie.

[in English] Why do you do that?

- Scusi? - Why do you do that?

Oh. Uh...

[chuckles] Uh...

Habit.

I'm neat.

Neat.

And tell me...

who cooks for you?

I'm sorry?

Who cooks for you?

Here? Now?

Home. In America.

Who prepares your meals?

I do.

And, uh, what is your favorite dish?

Oh. Uh...

Chili con carne.

- Mm... - No?

- No. No, no. - Okay, spaghetti.

Ooh, okay. Buono.

Con carne.

- Con carne. - [both laugh]

Okay, okay.

I would love to show you the real food of Altamonte.

Would you come with me?

Uh...

- Yes. - Okay.

- One condition. - Yes.

You wear your new hat.

Okay.

[speaks in Italian]

[in English] Don't go anywhere.

[gentle, pensive music playing]

[McCall] How long have you owned the cafe?

[Aminah] Ah, twenty years. It was, um, my parents' first shop.

[Aminah and vendors speaking in Italian]

[Aminah in English] Ah! We got something. Okay.

[speaking in Italian]

What is it?

[in English] This is kebab. This is...

[speaks in Italian]

[in English] We'll have this next time. [laughs]

[hopeful music playing]

[chattering indistinctly]

[children laughing]

[speaking indistinctly]

[crowd laughing]

[speaks in Italian]

Oh, grazie.

- [in Italian] Good for tea. - Grazie.

They see you as one of us now.

[hopeful music continues]

- [music fades] - [indistinct chatter]

- [speaking in Italian] - [laughs] Grazie.

Thank you.

[church bells ringing]

[camera clicks]

You know...

I could turn and face you straight on if you want to get a better photograph.

Five, four, three...

two, one.

[camera clicks]

You don't look like you sound.

You do.

And you're welcome.

For what?

The tip. Guessing it led to something.

- Who are you? - [tense music playing]

What were you doing on that farm in Sicily?

Even better, a farm that bundles methamphetamine-based narcotics.

- Told you on the phone, just a guy... - Passing through.

That's right.

You don't wanna play games with me.

Just having my tea.

Who do you work for?

I'm retired.

From?

I can just take you in, and we can do this at our office.

You need jurisdictional approval for that.

Unless you, uh...

wanna take me to a black site.

Torture me.

Says the man who knew which agency line to call.

Where'd you get that number?

In the book.

- What book? - Little black book.

How'd you know I was me?

You're reading a tour guide for Rome. We're in Altamonte.

And your voice.

What about it?

The way you pronounce your M's,

it's a dry, sandpapery sound.

- I'll work on that. - You should.

Police found multiple dead bodies on that vineyard.

Hm.

Yep. Yep, yep.

Drugs are a dangerous occupation.

- You kill 'em? - [chuckles]

Do I look like a guy who kills people?

I'm warming to the possibility.

Touchet.

Like it or not, you're a person of interest.

I'm an interesting person.

What else can you tell me?

Nothing.

And believe me, I wish I could.

Not even a little curious?

- About? - How I found you?

Oh, that's easy. You, uh...

took the same ferry crossing.

You noticed the security cameras on the terminal building.

You rewound two weeks, saw the license plates for the VW,

GPS gave you the location.

How am I doing so far?

Next, you'll, uh, do a deep search on the name.

- Already in the works. - Oh.

Good, good. That should raise your antenna.

Why is that?

I... don't... want...

to... spoil it...

for... you.

Stick around.

I'm just gettin' started.

Me too.

McCall.

Ha!

Very good. Two C's, two L's.

- [children laughing and chattering] - [cell phone rings]

Hello?

[man in Italian] Your daughter left school early.

Who is this?

Miss Marta.

Have you seen Gabby?

One of your officers picked her up a while ago.

Is everything all right?

[siren wailing]

Chiara!

Gabby!

- Gabby! - [Chiara] Gio!

[man shushes, then whistles]

[men laughing]

[whistling continues]

Carabiniere!

- [grunts] - [Chiara and Gabby scream]

- Ah! - [Gabby sobbing]

[Marco] Daddy, Daddy.

He made a dumb mistake. Right?

He made a call he wasn't supposed to.

- [Chiara] Stop! - [grunts]

I beg you!

You don't think we have friends there? Huh?

Why do you need to be difficult, Carabiniere?

You know you shouldn't make trouble.

[Chiara] No!

- Viking! Grab the kid, quick. - I'm eating.

Who gives a shit you're eating.

Sure, we should all wait for the Viking to finish eating!

Move it!

This will teach you a lesson.

- Come on, bring her here. - [Gabby screams]

[Marco] Look at me!

[Chiara screaming and Gio yelling]

[dramatic music playing]

Next time we'll hurt the little girl.

Or we do something worse. Got it?

We do something worse!

- Let her go! - You shut up!

Huh? Huh?!

Good Carabiniere.

[Enzo speaking indistinctly]

[Gio] Grazie.

Dottore.

What happened to Gio?

He fell.

[Enzo] What happens here...

happens in many towns.

It's the Camorra. The Ndrangheta.

What you call Mafia.

They're like cancer.

And like cancer...

no cure.

[dramatic, pensive music playing]

[music fades]

- Should I call an ambulance? - [laughs]

[sighs]

Pretty amazing.

This church has been here over a thousand years.

I got a new guidebook.

Says there's a fresco inside depicting the Virgin performing a miracle.

Saving some guy from being unjustly hanged.

[chuckles]

You believe?

- In what? - In miracles.

You mean a bunch of seemingly random acts all falling into line

at the right time and place?

No.

Huh.

- So how'd the search go? - Apparently, you're a ghost.

[chuckles] Boo!

Not afraid of ghosts.

Or anything else I can see,

Mr. Two C's and Two L's.

Came here to tell you you're not a person of interest.

No?

Just an interesting person, for the time being.

Oh.

That Sicilian farmer is Lorenzo Vitale.

Spent a decade on Interpol's most wanted list.

Ran a massive cyber empire.

Siphoning money from offshore accounts, government agencies, pension funds.

Seems terrorists were using his farm to smuggle drugs to the mainland.

- So I'm off the hook? - For now.

I gotta ID a cell we didn't know existed.

Got a plan?

You think I'm new to this?

Desk job two years. Probably your first field tour.

You'll be dealing with the locals now.

- Point is? - They have their own agendas.

What they say is not always what they mean.

Aren't you just full of tips.

[ominous music playing]

Why me?

The question is:

Why Sicily?

Why not...

Elba or Sardinia?

Excuse me?

Why smuggle drugs into the most secure port in the entire region?

- That is a good one. - Yeah.

I'll circle back to you with the answer when I'm done.

I know you will.

Then you can answer my question:

Why me?

[indistinct chatter]

[gentle classical music playing over speakers]

- [speaking in Italian] - [laughing]

[footsteps approaching]

[Marco] Hi, Marshal.

How are you?

What a pretty girl you are.

Remember me?

How's your head, Marshal? Does it hurt?

Ah. [clicks tongue]

Don't worry, okay?

Marshal, listen,

I need a favor from you.

I need you to go to the Somalis...

and ask them for their boats.

Can you do that?

Sure, you can do that.

You're my message boy now, Marshal. Bravo, Marshal!

[diners whispering nervously]

[in English] You like being in other people's business.

Trying very hard not to be, but you make it very challenging for me.

You should stay out of things that are not your concern.

It's bad for you.

Lord knows I'm allergic to bad things.

You know...

I believe that everything in life...

is about timing.

Now, unfortunately for you...

yours isn't very good.

Three weeks ago we wouldn't be having this conversation, but I'm here now.

I'm really beginning to like this place...

and the people.

I'm starting to believe, from the bottom of my heart,

that this is where I'm supposed to be.

So, whatever it is that you and your friends do,

please do it somewhere else.

- You warning me? - I'm preparing you.

[laughs]

[in Italian] Did you get what he said?

He's getting ready. He's fun!

[laughing]

Is that a Timex?

[in English] No.

It's a Bulgar...

Right there. Right there.

[Marco in Italian] Sit down.

Sit!

[Marco whimpering and groaning]

That's the median nerve that I'm compressing.

On a scale from one to ten,

that's a two.

[Marco groans]

That's a three.

You don't want me to go to four.

I go to four, you'll shit on yourself. You don't want that.

I don't want that. They don't want that.

Tell your compadres that they can leave. Tell them to beat it.

Go away! Go away, now!

[Marco whimpers, then screams]

It's called "pain compliance."

Your brain is telling you to do one thing,

but your body's telling you something else.

Now, listen to me.

Take the gun out of your waist. Put it on the table.

[in Italian] Slowly.

[ringing]

Get the van.

This fucking American.

He meddles.

[van engine starts]

Give me the cigarette.

What do you want to do, Marco?

I'm gonna execute that motherfucker.

And Vincent?

Fuck Vincent.

He doesn't tell me what to do.

Let's go. Give me your gun.

Give me the gun. Understand?

[engine revving]

[yells, then grunts]

[ominous music playing]

- [McCall] Psst. - [grunts]

[tense music playing]

[Marco grunts]

[screams]

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

We found packages in the back of the van.

Some kind of drug.

Not the usual.

Gonna send some techs down here to go through it.

[pensive music playing]

- [music turns dramatic] - [siren wailing]

[cell phone ringing]

- Hey. - [Frank] Turn on your TV.

[tense, pensive music playing]

[in Italian] ...that the explosion at the train station

is the result of an as-yet-unclaimed terrorist attack.

At the moment there are no suspects.

- Were you able to ID the...? - [Frank] Syrian nationals.

Found their bomb-making factory in some sixth-floor apartment.

- Were there any other...? - Plans for the train station, yeah.

Plus bomb parts, sophisticated pieces.

That's what their drug money has been funding. Where are you?

- Naples. - Get back now.

Why Sicily?

- Why? - Why not Elba or Sardinia?

Makes no sense, Frank,

running drugs through the most secure port in the region.

So you're thinking that the mainland faction took possession in...

In Naples.

It's the easiest port to slip things through.

- I think they're here. - So?

We find the street dealers, drill down hard on them.

- Get them to give up their suppliers. - Who give up wholesalers.

Bottom up. That's good.

Okay, I'll work down from the dead guys.

- If you're right... - See you at the finish line.

Ciao.

CIA appreciates your willing cooperation, chief.

[translating in Italian]

[speaking in Italian] We are at your disposal.

[in English] And what are you doing right now?

Right now we're gathering information.

[translator speaks in Italian]

I'd like to question these men.

[translator speaks in Italian]

[tense, pensive music playing]

[speaking in Italian]

[translator in English] Him...

you can't interview.

[tense, pensive music continues]

[in Italian] You interrupted my breakfast.

[in English] So...

what's the deal?

Oh, I'm sorry, did someone tell you that there was a deal?

I'm not here to negotiate.

I'm here to give you an opportunity.

I need some information. And you're going to give it to me.

- [sirens wailing] - [tense, dramatic music playing]

[officers yelling in Italian]

[ominous music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[music fades]

[in Italian] I'm sorry about your brother.

Thank you.

Take a seat.

There is a matter that I have to talk to you about.

Not today.

The CIA arrived.

They are looking for a terrorist cell importing a jihad drug

and selling it across the EU.

Then take care of it.

You need to shut everything down.

There is a woman...

she's smart.

She'll figure out that it wasn't the terrorists...

but it was you.

The Camorra...

buying drugs from the enemy...

and selling them on our own streets to finance your enterprises.

You have to do your job.

Did you see what they did with the money you paid them?

Did you see how many people died in that train station attack?

Our people.

If I wasn't buying their drugs...

somebody else would have...

and the same people would be dead.

I'll take care of the woman.

You make sure nothing touches me.

So you understood nothing.

Nothing.

You're right.

I don't give a shit.

My brother is dead and you're here talking about bullshit.

Without any information.

Are you stupid?

Or have you forgotten your place?

My place...

is head of the police.

Did you forget who you are?

You were a barbarian...

and a barbarian you'll always be.

I warned you.

- Where are you going? - Stay here.

- [groaning] - [dramatic music playing]

You must find who killed my brother. Piece of shit! Understood?

[muffled scream]

[Viking] Shh!

- [muffled screaming] - [Vincent] Shut up!

Now my barbarians will bring you to the hospital.

Hurry up and maybe one day you'll wiggle a couple of fingers.

[whimpers]

Shh!

[ominous music playing]

[Barella sobbing]

Did you get my message?

Next time I'll take your head and mail it to your grandchildren.

Appreciate you giving us a hand on this, Barella.

Let's go, Antonio.

[ominous, pensive music playing]

[Gio] These came from the back of the van.

Never seen something like that before.

- [Emma] What's going on? - Chief Barella's been attacked.

- By who? - We don't know.

But he has information regarding your investigation.

This officer will escort you to the hospital. Now, excuse me.

[cell phone ringing]

[McCall] You're looking in the wrong place.

McCall?

It's not terrorists.

It's the Camorra.

- Be careful. - Let me call you back in a minute.

[yells, then grunts]

[car alarms wailing]

- [coughing] - [people yelling indistinctly]

[man speaking in Italian]

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic music playing]

[all speaking in Italian]

- Collins. - [Emma] Frank!

[Frank] Is she gonna be okay?

[man counts in Italian]

[yells, then groans]

We're not looking for terrorists. It's the Camorra.

Okay.

Take care of her, okay?

I got this. I got this, Collins. You're gonna be okay.

[Emma] Okay.

[ominous music playing]

Altamonte!

My brother was murdered on your streets!

Bring me who did it...

and I will reward you!

[Vincent repeats himself]

You know who did it.

Tell me who killed my brother!

[Vincent repeats himself]

- [gunshots] - [screams]

- [sobbing] - [Gio groaning]

[Vincent] Next time it'll be more than your ear.

How many will I kill today?

Say who killed my brother...

or I'll kill your family while you watch.

- [McCall] Gio! - [Gio] Roberto!

[townspeople whispering indistinctly]

[tense music playing]

[in English] Show yourself!

[McCall] It's me you want.

I killed your brother.

I asked him:

"Leave these people alone." He wouldn't listen, so...

[Vincent] You're a long way from home...

American.

[McCall speaks in Italian]

[in English] I'm where I'm supposed to be.

Here I am.

Here I am.

You understand what happens now?

I understand weakness. I understand pain.

I understand death. I understand suffering.

And because of these people, I'm starting to understand peace.

You can't take that away from me.

God is my witness, you're not gonna take it away from them.

So do you understand? That's the question.

- I understand I can take anything I want. - Then take me.

Since you can take anything you want, take me. Here I am.

Here I am. Take me.

Take me.

Just don't do it here.

But this is the best place, American.

On these cobblestones.

So these people can see and tell others what they witnessed.

[Priest in Italian] You don't have to do this, my son.

Ha, ha.

Okay.

Your choice.

It's your choice.

It's always my choice.

[music intensifies]

- [gunshot] - [screams]

- [in Italian] Really? - Vincent.

Then shoot me too!

Then kill me!

[townspeople chattering]

[Simone] We gotta go. They're recording us, Vincent.

Let her go.

[in English] What a beautiful moment.

But it won't last long.

So enjoy it, American. 'Cause I'll be back.

I'll be here.

And I'll leave this place like a war blew through it.

I'll be waiting for you. Hurry up.

[in Italian] I'll kill you all!

[Viking] Boss, we've got to go. The police are coming.

[in English] I'll see you soon. I'll see you very soon.

[in Italian] Let's go!

Hurry up. Sooner than you think.

[dramatic music playing]

- [all speaking in Italian] - What do we know about the American?

Nothing.

No one is talking.

We checked also with our contacts but...

nothing.

No one is talking?

Could be FBI, the CIA...

Interpol...

We don't know, Vincent.

What if it's one of our enemies, one of the other families?

[ominous music playing]

We will kill the American.

We will kill the American, we will burn that fucking place!

Tomorrow, Simone.

Tomorrow.

- [ominous music continues] - [wind whistling]

- [church bells ringing] - [seagulls squawking]

[thunder rumbles]

[marching band playing upbeat music]

- [car alarm wailing] - [dog barking]

[alarm stops]

[grunts]

[ominous music playing]

- [silenced gunshots] - [grunting]

[speaking in Italian]

What the fuck?

Go check.

Nothing.

There's no one there.

[silenced gunshots]

[ominous music continues]

- [clattering] - [man groaning]

Salvatore?

Salvatò!

Salvat...

[Vincent yells]

[intense music playing]

[music turns tense]

Simone.

Antonio?

Salvatò?

Salvatò?

[groaning]

Salvatore?

Antonio?

Salvatò! Salvatò!

Giò.

Giò! Giò.

[gasps]

["Love, Disorderly" playing]

[Vincent yelling]

[in English] Don't fuck with me!

[grunts]

[music fades]

[heartbeat thumping]

[Vincent groaning and coughing]

My men...

are going to find you...

and kill you like a dog.

[McCall speaking in Italian]

We all have to face...

Death.

Who the fuck are you?

♪ It was the blood ♪

Who are you?

[in English] You have less than six minutes before the pills stop your heart.

Who are you?

♪ So I know ♪

♪ It was the blood ♪

♪ For me ♪

[Vincent gasping and coughing]

♪ One day when I was lost ♪

[dramatic music playing]

[gasping and groaning]

Marco!

[groans]

Marco!

[dramatic music continues]

[gasping]

- [horn blares] - [grunts]

[woman screams]

Who are you?

[dramatic music continues]

♪ One day when I was lost ♪

[music fades]

[woman on TV] In a coordinated effort,

the CIA and Interpol have seized enough synthetic amphetamine

to kill 2.1 million people, more than the population of Naples, Italy.

Taking down the local Camorra leadership,

the operation has disrupted the drug trade,

cutting funding to a terrorist cell.

And in a just-breaking story:

Vincent Quaranta, alleged head of the Camorra's five families,

was found dead on a Naples street last night

from an apparent overdose on the very drug he sold on those streets.

Missing all the fun.

Cracking it was the fun part.

[mutes TV]

Thank you.

- For what? - That phone call.

It saved my life.

Welcome.

Is that your go bag?

[McCall chuckles]

No, it's $366,400.

Cash. U.S.

Sicily.

Got into that money room, didn't you?

So, what's it for?

It's Greg Dyer's pension.

Who?

Greg Dyer. He's a bricklayer. Forty-three years.

Retired.

His union's pension fund got hacked nine months ago.

So he lost everything he worked his entire life for

in one stroke of a key.

So you tracked down some guy's life savings

to a cyber ghost that no one has been able to find for years...

that happens to be a drug-smuggling way station?

I didn't know that till I got in there, but yeah.

Then you snipe your way into a fortified room...

with millions of dollars, bearer bonds, account codes...

All you take is 300 grand of Dwyer's pension.

366,400.

Cash. U.S. And it's "Dyer."

- Is this guy some friend of yours? - No. No.

Gave him a Lyft once.

I don't understand.

You will.

[sirens wailing distantly]

- [Emma] Greg Dyer? - [Greg] Yeah?

[Emma] I'm Emma Collins. We spoke on the phone.

[Greg] Come on in.

- So... - [clears throat]

What's this?

$366,400.

It's your pension.

Can I open it?

[poignant, pensive music playing]

- How did you...? - Wasn't me.

[Greg] Who, then?

I couldn't tell you.

Why?

Why something like this for a stranger?

That's a good question.

You can unpack everything.

We're not going anywhere now.

Well, thank you.

Thank you.

Someone left this for you at the front desk.

- How you feeling? - Hundred percent.

Good. 'Cause we got a meeting with the director in 30 minutes.

He wants to meet the person who broke open the Italian situation.

Nicely done.

[poignant, pensive music continues]

[music turns dramatic]

[crowd cheering]

We won!

I see!

It's a big deal for Altamonte.

Ciao.

Roberto. You forgot this.

[crowd chanting in Italian]

[dramatic music continues]

["Monster" playing]

[vocalizing]

♪ They made a monster out of me ♪

♪ They put a shot in my back ♪

♪ They gave me to the count of three ♪

♪ They set the hounds on my tracks ♪

♪ They made a demon out of me ♪

♪ Then they put a cross through my flesh ♪

♪ They put a search out for me ♪

♪ 'Cause I got some blood on my hands ♪

♪ But they won't see me when I'm coming ♪

♪ I'll be laughing while you're running ♪

♪ Oh, you won't see me when I'm coming ♪

♪ I'll be the monster you've been wanting Oh, no ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ They made a story out of me ♪

♪ They laugh and joke about my name ♪

♪ They put a bounty out on me ♪

♪ They were excited by my shame ♪

♪ But they won't see me when I'm coming ♪

♪ I'll be laughing while you're running ♪

♪ Oh, you won't see me when I'm coming ♪

♪ I'll be the monster you've been wanting Oh, no ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Remember when you wanted to forget me? ♪

♪ You'd let me rest in pieces And let the rest piece me together ♪

♪ Yeah, we ain't never had spirit In the flesh, these people ♪

♪ These people let me loose ♪

♪ Bet they wished They would've kept me now ♪

♪ I'm verbal, feet out ♪

♪ Told my sponsor I don't write bars I get freestyle ♪

♪ And if your hand never held me down Don't fucking reach out ♪

♪ All's fair in love and war But I love a war ♪

♪ How you picking on the chosen one? ♪

♪ 'Cause when it rains bows It ain't colorful ♪

♪ I'mma be the last man standing Yeah the only one ♪

♪ Blacked out moving through the jungle ♪ Got me feeling like my name is Rambo ♪

♪ Let's rumble We can do it any way you want to ♪

♪ Blacked out, moving through the jungle Got me feeling like a Rambo ♪

♪ Let's rumble We can do it any way you want to ♪

♪ Oh, you won't see me when I'm coming ♪

♪ I'll be laughing while you're running ♪

♪ Oh, you won't see me when I'm coming ♪

♪ I'll be that monster you've been wanting Oh, no ♪

[vocalizing]

[song ends]

[dramatic music playing]