All language subtitles for FBI - International - S02E01 - Unburdened.sd-en

[singing in French]

[romantic music]

♪ ♪

Ah! Your ring! Your ring!

- I'm sorry?
- Your ring. You dropped it.

- Oh, no.
- 50 Euros.

50 Euros.
- Don't get involved.

It's a scam.
The ring's worthless metal.

She's trying to screw you
into thinking it's gold.

Thank you.
[phone rings]

Brandon Davis. Yeah, good.

Heading past
the Rue de Rivoli now.

I'll be there
in about ten minutes.

Yeah.

Hey. You Davis?

[grunts]

[choking, gasping]

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Mom, where are you?

I have to go. I'm in danger.

Pavel Novikoff
leaves Russia CIA.

How do you know my mother?

I recruited her
to spy for Russia.

But at a certain point,
she flipped back

and became a double agent.

The hit team--two brothers.

I saw them both.

My mom helped me
bring in Novikoff.

Helped us.

Forget about me. I love you.

- Anything on him?
- No.

Cheers.

We have
his photo out everywhere.

♪ ♪

[both speaking Russian]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

- Touch my parking spot.
- No, no, no. No, no.

Later.

Boss!

You don't have to
call me that.

Oh, I was talking to Tank.
Hi!

Yeah, that's--
[laughs]

That's accurate.

Oh, Raines, uh,
I need to talk to you

one-on-one today
when you get a minute.

Uh-oh. Do I need to alert
the Agents Association

I might need a lawyer?

[laughs]

It's nothing like that.

What are you guys
hanging around for?

We've got company.

[laughs]

Smitty.

Scott Forrester. Oh!

How are you, mate?
- I'm good.

Everyone, this is
Megan Garretson with Europol.

Did I, uh, just hear him
call you "Smitty"?

Oh, yeah.
My friends call me that.

Long story.

We worked Trojan Shield together.

Oh, wow, that was a hell
of an operation.

Yeah, we studied that
at Quantico.

800 arrests, over two tons

of synthetic drugs
off the streets.

- Team effort.
- Mm-hmm.

- How's Katrin Jaeger?
- Promoted.

She's in charged of all
of Western Europe now.

Not gonna lie,
she's my personal hero.

Well,
she's definitely missed.

- So you're in Budapest now.
- I am.

Your new Europol liaison.

Katrin thought I'd be able
to jump into the deep end

since we already have
a shorthand.

Absolutely.

And of course,
I understand I have

enormous shoes to fill,
but I intend to do just that.

Well, it goes without saying:
welcome aboard.

And good timing
'cause we just caught a case.

The DGSI is requesting
our assistance in Paris.

Yesterday,
an American police detective

was stabbed to death
in the 8th arrondissement.

From where?

City of Dover
Police Department.

Brandon Davis.
He was on a federal task force.

Davis and the DGSI
had teamed up

to investigate
an American weapons company

out of Delaware.

Then let's get to France.

♪ ♪

Chef Départmental Beaumont.

I'm Special Agent
Scott Forrester.

This is Special Agent Kellett,
Vo, Raines, and with Europol...

Megan Garretson.

Please.

Detective Davis was
investigating a company

named RedGrave out of Delaware.

He believed it was a shell
company for arms dealing,

brokering illegal weapon sales

between the U.S., France,
and the Middle East.

Now, like with many
of these cowboy traffickers,

the company looks legitimate
on paper,

with legal sales
of firearms, handguns

to retailers in the U.S.,
South America, parts of Africa.

But when you pull back
the curtain,

as Detective Davis did,

you see they've rented
minimal office space

in the U.S., Paris, Egypt,

and they're selling
entire weapons systems

that are completely illegal

in most territories
around the world.

He came to us
with his suspicions,

and the DGSI initiated
a joint investigation

between us,
the City of Dover Police,

and his U.S. task force.

We don't have RedGrave
on our radar,

but we have been monitoring
the Paris-Cairo corridor.

There were 10 billion
in legal arm sales

between Europe and Egypt
over the last five years.

The number for illegal sales...

five times that much.
- Yes.

Do you have case files
for Detective Davis?

Yes--all we have
is at your disposal.

We were happy to collaborate
with him.

I worked with him directly.

He was a good man. Smart.

Well, we're gonna do
everything in our power

to find who did this.

As will Europol.

We're gonna need to see
texts, phone logs,

laptop files, anything you can
give us on your end.

And I'll check in
with his task force

to see what he was
sharing stateside.

Good.

I should add,
we recently registered

an informant by the name
of Corine Descroches.

I believe she's the last person

that Davis met with in Paris
before he--

before--well.

She has an address
in the Marais.

We haven't talked to her yet.

The investigation
is moving very quickly.

All right, we'll take it. Yep.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

So Smitty.

Yeah.

She is our kind of agent--
head down, plow forward.

All about the work.

And she can drink you
under the table.

[chuckles]
- Ah.

What I wanna know is,

how do you get
the name "Smitty"

from Megan Garretson?

There's a question
I asked her myself.

And?

She said something about
a need-to-know basis and yeah.

Never got beyond that.
[knocks on door]

Oui?

Corine Des-roches?
Forgive my pronunciation.

What is this about?

We need to talk to you

about an American detective
named Brandon Davis.

- I don't know.
- He died yesterday.

I--

how?

Murdered.

How'd you know Brandon?

I--I work for a company
named Chimique

here in Paris.

We're a subsidiary
of an American company.

RedGrave.

And what did you do for them?

Answer phones.

Take clients out
when they come to town.

I was a model,
but magazine covers

go to celebrities now, so I--

it was an offer
for a nice salary

and regular employment.

But I heard things at Chimique
that terrified me.

What kind of things?

Illegal weapons.

Chemical, biological.

I heard my boss say,
"mass casualties."

I told my roommate, Chloe,

and she said
to call the police.

Did you?

Yes.

That is when
the American detective came.

He listened to my story,

said he was
investigating Chimique

with the French special police.

He asked me if I would record
my bosses' conversations,

but I was afraid--I couldn't.

We understand.

There were horrible men
who would do business with us.

With Keith.

Pigs from all over the world.

They would want me to--

I didn't know what
I'd gotten myself into.

- Who is Keith?
- My boss.

Keith Panzarasa. He's American.
He--

I told him I needed to quit,

that I had lined up some work,
even though it wasn't true.

I needed to get out. Get away.

How'd he take that?

Not well.

And how many employees
are at Chimique?

Just Keith, me,
and a few other men

that would come and go
and I was not to ask about.

All right.

♪ ♪

Don't leave Paris
until we hear from Keith, okay?

Companies like RedGrave hire
women like that all the time.

Eye candy for the scum
they do business with.

Well, she was brave
to come forward.

I have a pretty good detector
for when someone

is shining us on, and she
looked genuinely scared.

All right,
call Raines and Vo.

Have them check out Chimique.

♪ ♪

Looks like Chimique had
a going-out-of-business sale.

[popping, clanking]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Whoever was here,
we just missed 'em.

They took the Wi-Fi hubs,

but they didn't clean out
the router.

Because they didn't know
it was stored in the ceiling.

This will have memory cached.

We may not know every keystroke
they made in this office,

but we'll know
what websites they--

[scraping, clattering]

♪ ♪

[yells]

[both grunting, yelling]

Go!

[tires squealing]

Did you see that?

What?

It's diplomatic plates.

♪ ♪

You uh, you some duct tape?

Maybe some superglue
for that, Raines?

I've pulled information
from far worse than this.

We had a case where a guy
ran over a laptop

with a two ton tractor,
Raines didn't even blink.

Recovered ten years of photos

the guy thought he erased
from existence.

Which came in handy
at his trial.

- One year for every photo.
- Wicked.

Yeah, well,
I try to be humble,

but I admit it.

I amaze myself sometimes.

Here's a list of
all the web traffic

through Chimique's office
over the last two months.

What's this batch?

[suspenseful music]

Fontainebleau.

It's a small suburb
south of Paris with a chateau.

It's not much.

Could RedGrave or Chimique
be operating at the chateau?

No, it's a museum.
Napoleon, Marie Antoinette.

There's a forest
in the town nearby,

but I don't see
how it could be consequential.

Well, Keith Panzarasa
isn't here to play tourist.

That town means something.

All right,
let's get any traffic cams

to and from Fontainebleau
over the last two weeks.

Maybe we can
spot him scouting it

or if his company made
any purchases there

or just what the hell his
interest is in suburban Paris.

Yes, of course.
I'll alert the municipal police

in Fontainebleau to be on
the lookout for your American.

Thank you.

Brandon Davis,
the slain detective,

had these keys in his pocket
when the body was recovered.

Paris police believe
they belong to an apartment

in the 8th he was renting.
We haven't been inside.

I'll go with you
to check it out.

Okay, Raines, Vo, and I
will stay on

the Fontainebleau angle, yeah?

[whistles]

So you and Forrester worked
Trojan Shield together.

Yeah, we spent 14 months
in Stockholm

building a distribution case
on narcotics

traveling from Afghanistan
to Scandinavia

to the UK and on to New York.

A lot of surveillance.

A lot of punsch rolls
and ultimately, 30 arrests,

including an airport firefight.

- Intense.
- It was.

I was in my first year
at Europol.

So I like to say everything
I know about determination,

bravery, and focus
I learned from Scott.

Yeah, he has
that effect on people.

Indeed.

Did you always want
to work in law enforcement?

My mother had
Agatha Christie novels

lying around when I was a kid.

"Miss Marple,"
"Sherlock Holmes."

I never needed to get
to the denouement

to know who the killer was.
- Yeah?

My parents hoped I would go
to Oxford or Cambridge,

but I went to Manchester
to study criminology.

And to cheer on United,
but that's a much longer story.

Ever heard of a company
called Dechets?

Dechets?

They're the waste management company.

I've seen their trucks
on the autoroute.

Detective Davis has files
and files on this company.

There are two open binders
on his desk.

What?

78% of France's power
is nuclear.

Right.

Dechets recycles
the country's

spent plutonium fuel rods.

♪ ♪

Dechets transports plutonium
fuel rods from reactors

across the country
up to Hague for recycling.

A truck is moving
from a power plant in...

- Dampierre.
- Dampierre through...

- Let me guess, Fontainebleau.
- Exactly.

- When?
- Now.

Let's go. Let's go.

♪ ♪

[sirens wailing]

[gunfire]

Move, move, move.

Hold your fire.

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

[hijacker shouting in French]

[groaning]

They're running.
They're running.

Go, go, go.

[panting]

♪ ♪

Okay, so best
we can piece together

from Detective Davis'
case files,

plus DGSI's
ongoing investigation,

Keith Panzarasa
is an arms merchant

who uses legitimate companies
as fronts for fencing weapons

from the U.S. through Europe
to the Middle East.

RedGrave, Chimique,
half a dozen other shells

were selling AK-47's, Uzis,
and other small arms legally

while taking orders for
bigger arms under the table.

Stinger missiles,
Sidewinders, Hellfire.

All of it illegal.

Detective Davis suspected
Panzarasa was planning

a career score with
a narrow window of opportunity.

He teamed up with DGSI
here in France

but was killed before he could
act on his suspicion.

Okay, so now, Panzarasa
has radioactive material

that could explode in a dirty
bomb in any city in the world.

A few sticks of dynamite
in a briefcase--boom.

It could make a city unlivable

for nearly the next
half century.

Panzarasa will be looking to
offload the plutonium quickly.

It stands to reason he lined
up a buyer before the score.

All right, we need to find
out the who, the what, the why,

the where, the when
Panzarasa was meeting with

in the months leading up to
this robbery, okay?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Special Agent Vo reported
that the van that picked up

Panzarasa outside Chimique's
offices had diplomatic plates.

Yes?

That's because
he's a diplomat

of the country of Dondi
in West Africa.

- What the hell is this?
- He's American.

And white.

Well, apparently,
West African Dondi

has a sign saying,
"Open for Business"

on their embassy doors.

They've been selling
fraudulent passports

to anyone who has
a big enough checkbook,

allowing them to skip
proper customs channels.

You can't be serious.

International complaints
have been filed,

sanctions threatened.

Each time Dondi cries pardon,
begs forgiveness,

and then does it all again
when the dust settles.

Apparently, they think
it's more lucrative

than collecting taxes.

Why weren't we given
this information sooner?

There are 13,000
diplomats and staff

from all over the world
working in France.

I wish we had
flagged them sooner,

but we're moving
as quickly as we can.

Yeah. You're right.
Thank you.

I have an idea.

Let's use this information
to lure Panzarasa out.

♪ ♪

I need to speak
to Ambassador Dogo.

- Do you have an appointment?
- This is my appointment.

Tell him the United States
Federal Bureau of Investigation

would like to speak
with him immediately.

Yes, I will be with you
in a moment.

Thank you.

I believe I've been summoned.
How may I be of assistance?

Well, one way you may be of
assistance is explaining to me

why diplomatic passports are
being issued out of this office

to non-Dondian citizens.

I'm afraid I don't know
what she means.

[chuckles]
Talk to her.

I have a feeling you know
exactly what I mean.

Where's your closest
bathroom?

Upstairs.
I will buzz you through.

[door buzzes]

So how much are you charging
to make a mockery

of diplomatic protections
put in place in good faith

so that countries can
rely on each other,

so that they can
support one another?

♪ ♪

You got it?
[keys clacking]

I'm in.

[door shuts]

And if I need to get
the U.S. ambassador down here

to weigh in on this mockery,
I'll do it,

but I guarantee,
you will not like it.

I do not appreciate
your tone.

Oh, you think
my tone is the problem.

You need to
wrap this up, Vo.

Status update.

Planting an email
from the embassy to Panzarasa

telling him if he doesn't bring
a suitcase full of money

to Montmartre today,

his diplomatic status
will be revoked.

- Send it.
- Almost there.

All right, listen.
We're running out of time.

Okay, I know. I know.
Just hold on.

I don't care which
country you represent.

Okay, Ambassador, maybe
we got off on the wrong foot.

I'm an extremely busy man,
so please excuse me.

♪ ♪

It's sent.

Thank you for your time.

Of course.

Got it?
- Hook is set.

We know Panzarasa's gonna rely
on that diplomatic passport

to get the hell out of dodge.
Either he pays or he's SOL.

And what happens when
he replies to the email?

It goes to my phone.

Oh, well, remind me
not to send

your employee evaluations
from my computer.

Oh, we hack into those
all the time.

And thank you
for the glowing reviews.

[laughs]

[phone buzzes]

Forrester.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

We've located the hijackers.
It seems they didn't secure

the radioactive material
as well as they should have.

♪ ♪

Traffic cams confirm that
Panzarasa met the two hijackers

here and left
with a silver briefcase

presumably holding
a spent plutonium fuel rod.

This is what will happen if a
dirty bomb explodes in Europe.

[phone chimes]

It worked.
Panzarasa just responded.

He's headed Montmartre
to pay off the ambassador now.

That means
his deal is imminent.

All right, let's snatch him up

before he hands off
the material.

[bell tolling]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

No sign of him.

Jerking our chain?

He'll show.

Got him.

♪ ♪

[scooter horn honks]

[groaning]

♪ ♪

Get up.

Where's the fuel rod?

I am sure that my attorney,

Pierre Rochoux,
will be here any moment.

Until her gets here,
I say nothing.

Did you handle that
plutonium yourself, Keith?

Or did you have your two
hijackers move it for you

because let me tell you,

if you took
that case from them,

you might need to see a doctor
more than an attorney.

[tense music]

We can wait here
for another hour or two

or we can get you
medical attention.

Probably have some potassium
iodine prescribed for you.

Trust me,
you're gonna want to take it.

Or continue to rot here.

Your choice.

I wasn't
propositioning a sale.

I was fulfilling an order.

Who ordered it?

- I can't tell you that.
- Keith.

It's probably on a ship
right now,

headed to the Middle East.

The people
I took the order from

are waging war
far away from Europe.

Who are they?

I want immunity.

♪ ♪

He killed a police officer.

If he doesn't give up
those buyers,

the whole globe
could be a target.

We just sit back and wait

until a bomb explodes
and contaminates a city?

France will not allow immunity.

I have an idea.

Immunity

or my skin falls off
in front of you

and my mouth remains shut.

I don't care.

We'll make you an offer.

Immunity's off the table, but

France will waive
extradition to the U.S.

You could get
one of the eight cells

in the VIP section
of La Santé prison in Paris.

This is where Noriega stayed,
Jean-Christophe Mitterrand.

Or I allow my American friends
to pack you back to the U.S.

where you end up in ADMAX.

23 hours in a box,
1 hour to see the sky alone.

That's if they don't push
for the death penalty.

♪ ♪

A dirty bomb is
not gonna be used

in the desert over some
inter-tribal dispute.

It's headed for Israel
or Europe or the U.S.,

where it'll put some half-rate
terrorist group on the map.

Sure, we'll hunt
those guys down,

but you'll be the one
that gave them the capability.

You will never
see the light of day again.

Full weight will
come down on your head

or La Santé

where you can live in
relative comfort and security.

It's your choice.

You have 30 seconds
to write down a name.

♪ ♪

No wonder Dondi gave him
the diplomatic credentials.

He sold the plutonium
to Omar Fane,

a Dondi government enforcer
who's been fighting off

coup attempts and radicalized
attacks in the capital.

So he sets off
his contaminated bomb

in the northern region,
wipes out the rebel groups,

sends a message to the country

that the capital tolerates
no insurrection.

- Ruthless.
- I've got an address in Paris.

Let's go.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

This is a manifesto.

He's ranting about
the French massacres

of Dondi citizens
as it formed the French Sudan.

He's also ranting about
France stealing their resources

and keeping Dondi
in permanent poverty.

Oh, Omar Fane is not
smuggling a dirty bomb

back into West Africa.

He is going to
detonate it in Paris.

He is using that manifesto
as a suicide note.

So where's he gonna do it?

Somewhere that
he visits frequently,

scopes out, is familiar with.

We need to figure out
where he's been,

cams, receipts, witnesses,
anyone that knows him.

♪ ♪

Excuse me, sir.

Do you know your neighbor
across the hall?

Sir, we just need to see if
he's visited any landmarks--

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

♪ ♪

Any sign of him?

There.

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

There's not enough time
for snipers.

And too many people to clear.

- We don't know if he's wired.
- If we come in pointing guns,

he's gonna trigger off the bomb
before we get a shot off.

We have to separate him
from that bomb.

♪ ♪

Excuse me. Excuse me, sir.

Could you happen to tell me
where the Champs-Elysées is?

I'm a little lost here.

[speaking French]

Sir, we're just
asking for directions.

Can you help us?

Hey, can you help me
with this?

Get back!

- Everyone, get back. Police!
- Clear the area.

Clear the area.

Get back. Get back!
Everyone, back!

[bystanders screaming]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Your levels are clear.

The exposure wasn't
long enough to register.

All right, still,
I'm gonna take about

a four hour scrub down
when I get home.

[chuckles, speaks French]

You guys ready
to get the hell out of here?

Andre, Cameron, Jamie, Scott,

thank you
on behalf of the DGSI.

It would be my pleasure
to have you return any time.

You know, one of
the great parts of this job

is working with dedicated
law enforcement professionals

like yourself,
Commander Beaumont.

I feel the same.

And I will talk to Detective
Davis' department in Dover,

plus any family that
he has back in the States,

let them know he died in action
helping to keep the world safe.

However I can help,
please let me contribute.

Will do.

Oh, oh, uh.

Hey.

I know that you are set on the
management route at the bureau,

which I fully respect,

so I want you to be aware

of the leadership course
in Washington this fall.

Now, I'm gonna clear
your schedule from

October to November
so that you can attend.

But you see--
now, I have a plan.

Because once you become
the director of the FBI,

you're gonna remember
your old pal Forrester.

You're gonna let me
head up any task force

of my choosing, so...
[chuckles]

Anyway...

you have my full support.

[soft dramatic music]

No, thank you.

No to the opportunity or

no to my task force?

To the opportunity.

Look, I've spent a lot
of my time so far

searching for the next rung
in the ladder.

The next strategic move that
would be best for my career.

But I realize working
with you and Kellett

over the last few years--
like this case,

where we were racing
to stop real terror

from unfolding in the world.

I like being a field agent.

I like split-second decisions
that save thousands of lives.

I don't want to be
behind a desk

managing people.

I want to be in the field
taking down the bad guys.

So thank you for backing me.

I truly appreciate it.

♪ ♪

Is it always
gonna be like this?

Action, action, action.

- It is.
- Count me in then.

Hey, do you guys want
to get some beers?

I'm buying.

Well, in that case, absolutely.

How about you, Megan?

Call me Smitty.

- Smitty.
- I'd love to.

And Scott, I have to say,

you seem unburdened
since I last saw you.

Well, I got some clarity
since we worked together last.

My mother, turns out she wasn't
who I thought she was.

She was a hero.

Not was, is,

and she reached out again.

- She did?
- Mm-hmm.

- Where is she?
- [chuckles]

That's a conversation
we'll have

once I have a beer
in front of me.

Come on.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]