All language subtitles for Ransom s03e03 Indiscretion.eng

♪♪♪

Kent: Mr. Han,

my proposal won't just benefit
my business here in America,

but will expand the profits
of Han Overseas,

making you very rich.

- I assumed that would go
without saying, Mr. Kent.

But I have other offers
to consider

from those I've done
business with before.

And while I am impressed

with what you have accomplished
without me...

I do not know you.

- Yeah, well...

let's grab some dogs,
some brews,

take in a Mariner's game
and we'll fix that.

I bet you were a big Suzuki
fan back in the day.

[Speaking Mandarin]

- Thomas Kent didn't come
from money, Mr. Han.

He grew up on the streets,

scratching and clawing
for everything he has now.

And while you were born
into a family of honor,

Thomas Kent has had
to earn his.

Which means he has a lot more
to lose than you do.

- Your girlfriend can be quite
persuasive, Mr. Kent.

- Yeah, that-that-that she is.

[Approaching footsteps thus]

[Briefcase latches click open]

- In honor of our new
partnership.

- Okay.

[Lid creaks open]

- A toast?
- Ganbai.

- Ganbai.
- Ganbai.

[Glasses clink]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Light footsteps]

- Did you see that watch?
Whadd'ya think, half a mil?

Damn, Kent looked happy.

I hope you got some sleep
last night,

'cause you are so not
getting any tonight.

- Okay, what are you
doing here?

- What do you mean?
Kent called and asked for me.

- No, you-you need to go home.
See little man.

- That's crazy,
I can't do that.

- I'm serious, Nic, just go.
Okay?

Now that things have gone
Kent's way, he won't care.

- Yes, he will. This is my job.

- Ladies...

ready to celebrate?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Hmm.

Thank you for tonight.

- It was nothing,
I just spoke the truth.

- Hmm.

You're amazing, you know that?

- Thank you.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- [Relaxed sigh]

[Watch ticks]

♪♪♪

[Waking gasp]

- [Hushed] Shh, shhh, shhh.

- [Whispers] We have to leave.
- What?

- I'm serious. Just meet me
at the car, okay.

♪♪♪

[Sleepy moan]

[Sheets rustle]

♪♪♪

[Door handle clicks]

[Door slams shut
and engine starts]

- C'mon, Nicky,

c'mon, c'mon, c'mon.

Nicky, c'mon, c'mon!

♪♪♪

- Where is it?

[Engine revs]

[Tires squeal]

[Gunshots pop]

No one steals from me.

If she doesn't bring it back,
you're dead.

[Gunshots pop repeatedly]

[Buzzer sounds]

- How'd you find it?

Got a kick, right?
- Yeah, definitely.

Just um,

kinda hard to decide.

- You got some sort
of security issue?

- Yeah. Something like that.

That one's got a lotta stoppin'
power

if that's what
you're lookin' for.

[Phone rings]

[Beeps phone on]
- Eric, what's up?

Eric: You busy?

- Running errands. Why?

Eric: We got a job.

- Okay. See you in ten.

I'll take it.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Janelle: Discretion Escorts
takes a modern approach

to a business that has for too
long seen woman as objects.

At Discretion, we aim
to empower our escorts,

and provide the most discerning
clients with elite women.

- Elite how?

- Educated, charming,
responsible,

and all coming out
of the environment

that we create here
of openness and trust.

- Well, that's-that's quite
the sales pitch,

but I don't think you brought
us all the way out here

to give it.

- It's not a pitch,
Mr. Beaumont, that's the truth.

But you're right.

Last night,
two of my top escorts

were hired for a function.

One of them, Sasha Levant,
I can't get in touch with.

- And the other?

- I received this this morning.

[Button clicks]

- Hi, Sash.

I'm having a great time here.

And we'd both love if you could
find the time to join us.

- Her name's Nicole,

and she's obviously being
coerced.

- By whom?

- Thomas Kent.
Owns a chain of pharmacies,

Northwest Drugs,
up and down the coast.

Never had an issue
with him before.

But this morning he called

and accused Sasha of stealing
a watch from him last night.

Which doesn't make sense
because Sasha

doesn't need to steal with
the money she makes here.

He told me not to call
the police,

and then he sent me
that to show to Sasha.

- Did Kent hire Nicole
and Sasha often?

- Kent just hired Nicole
last night

because he had
to entertain guests.

Sasha is only girl that
he hires for himself.

When he called for her last
night, though,

she was already booked.

But then she cancelled
to see him.

It was strange, because Sasha's
never cancelled a booking.

- So, Kent liked her.

- We provide The Girlfriend
Experience here -

discreet encounters
for men and women

looking for human connection.

Our clients often fall
for our escorts.

- You care about them.

- Very much so.

And I'm willing to pay any fee.
Please just...

get my girls back safe.

Oliver: Unless Sasha
was a complete slob,

it looks like someone's
been here before us.

BA in International Relations
from Queen Anne's University.

- Huh.
- Sasha was well-educated.

Why did she become an escort?

- Um, maybe to afford stuff
like this.

This is a haute-couture
evening dress.

Worth about ten grand.

- Ten grand? I think I chose
the wrong profession.

- Oh, you really didn't.

Discretion seems
like they operate

on another level of safety,

but when I was with the NYPD,

I'd see escorts turn up
beaten or worse every week.

- Yeah, good point.

- Oliver.

Nicole's son?
- Ah, could be.

- So, if Nicole is kidnapped
and Sasha's MIA...

who's looking after the kid?

[Tires crunch]

[Door opens and slams]

♪♪♪

[Intercom buzzes]

Man: Name.
- Eric Beaumont.

I'm here to speak with
Thomas Kent about a watch?

Man: Wait there.

[Door squeaks open]

[Patting down taps]

- Gotta say,

usually, I'm happy when
my guests are clean,

but it sucks that he didn't
find something on you.

- You mean the watch.

Look, Mr. Kent, I want
to get you what you want.

To do that, though,
I need to see Nicole.

- To ensure us that
she's still safe.

- Safe?

Why wouldn't she be safe?
She's my guest.

Nicole? Come say hello
to these good people.

Come on, you scared
I'm gonna bite?

Close the gap here, sweetie.

Have a seat.

So, these folks are worried
about you.

But you're okay, aren't you?

- [Small chuckle]

- I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.

- Yes, I'm okay.

- And you're free to come
and go as you please?

- Yes.

- Nicole, I know he's forcing
you to be here.

All you've got to do is say the
word and you can leave with us.

You don't have to play
his game.

- I'm good.

- Place like this must be
covered by theft insurance, no?

- Yeah, you know,
the watch was given to me

as a gift last night,

and it has sentimental value,

so I'm not interested in having
it replaced or covered.

- You just received
the watch last night?

- Okay, look, you're so worried

about Nicole being stuck here,

I am sure that she would be
more than happy to leave,

if the watch were to come back
in my possession

by say, 7:00 tonight.

- 7:00 PM.
- Mhmm.

- How can we trust Nicole
will leave at 7:00?

- Because these girls
aren't worth keeping.

I mean, sure, they,

they look good
and they smell nice,

but at the end of the day,
they're just whores and liars.

I mean, they wouldn't
even exist

if I didn't pay for them.

- Not worth keeping.
- That's right.

- Not even Sasha?

- Okay.

You have until 7:00 PM.

- I think Kent lost sight
of the fact

that his relationship with
Sasha was a transaction,

and not real.

- Yeah, he seemed embarrassed.

- Betrayed, almost.

Kent said he just received
the watch last night.

- Sasha cancelled a booking
be with him.

- Uncharacteristically.

- It's like she knew

that Kent was gonna
be given that watch.

- Yeah, meaning she planned
to steal it.

- Which means, somehow she that
he'd be given it last night.

- Plus, I mean,
Sasha makes good money.

[Phone rings]

Doesn't make sense
for her to steal.

- Yeah, unless the watch
is more than just a watch.

- Oliver, what'd you find?

OLIVER: A photo of Nicole,
Sasha,

and what looks to be
Nicole's son.

It was geotagged to Nicole's
condo.

We're headed there now.

- Since Nicole has a son,

she would've needed a
babysitter last night.

Eric: And if Nicole's
kidnapped,

then Sasha might be concerned

about what the babysitter's
gonna think

when Nicole doesn't show up
to relieve her of her duties.

- Meet you here?

- Send the address.

[Engine starts]

[Light footsteps thud]

[Playful laughter from inside]

[Rapping on door]

[Door squeaks open]

- Yes?

- Hi, I'm Oliver Yates
and this is Zara Hallam.

- Hi.

- We work for Crisis resolution.

- Is there a crisis?
- Maybe.

We're looking for a woman
named Sasha Levant.

- Sasha?
I haven't talked to her

since they left for work
last night.

- You're Zak's babysitter?

- Nicole was supposed be home
this morning,

but she called and said
she was running late.

What?

- We both know Nicole couldn't
have called you this morning.

- But someone must have,

otherwise you'd be a lot
more concerned

than you are that
she hasn't shown up yet.

- Zak looks sleepy.

Do you wanna go put him
down for a nap

and maybe we can talk?

- I'll be right back.

- Who are you?!
- Whoa! Whoa-whoa!

Sasha!

- Sasha! Sasha!

- Hey, hey, hey, Sasha,
we're not here to hurt you.

- You're with him, aren't you?
You're with Kent?

- No, no. No, we're not.

My name is Eric Beaumont
and I'm a negotiator.

This is Cynthia Walker.
- Your boss, Janelle, hired us.

- Yeah, we know you're scared
for Nicole, okay?

- We also know you stole
the watch from Kent.

- You cancelled a date

to make sure you were
with Kent last night.

How did you know he was gonna
be gifted the watch?

- I... I don't know.

- Was it for somebody else?

- It doesn't matter, okay?

I can't give it back.
It is my only way out.

- Only way out of what?

- The escort world?

- Okay, I can't-can't talk
about this.

Please, will you just,
come on, just let me go.

- If you don't let us help,
you have to call the police.

You have the one thing
that Kent wants.

- No. No police. Please.

- Why don't you want us
to call the police?

- Because this is their fault.

- You're working for them.

- A confidential informant?

- I'm-I'm so sorry, Janelle,
I didn't have a choice.

- Working for the police?

- I got stopped on my way home
from a party.

And they found coke
in my purse.

- Coke?

But we test you, like every
month. How--

- It wasn't mine, okay? I don't
know how it got in there.

The coke, it was
in separate bags, so--

- So the cops charged you
with intent to traffic.

- Why didn't you come to me?

I could've helped.
That's what I'm here for!

- I know, but...

the police said that
if I told anyone,

they'd prosecute me.

Look, all I care about
is just getting Nicole back.

- Me too.

I'm sorry this happened to you.

Anything you need.

- It's my fault Nicole's
kidnapped.

I got her into this business.

- Sasha, Nicole wouldn't have
been kidnapped if, as a CI,

you weren't forced to steal
a watch.

- The detective in charge,
Peterson,

promised to drop the charges

if I worked as a CI
to bring Kent down.

- Why do they want
to bring Kent down?

- I don't know.

I had to report on things I saw
when I was with him.

People he met, things he did.

I just never knew why.

- What was last night's job
about?

- Peterson got word that Kent

was meeting with Zhang Han,

some guy from Hong Kong.

He said that at some point,
Han would give Kent a gift -

he didn't know what,
and that I needed to steal it.

- And that was the watch.

But you never gave it
to Peterson.

- I told him I couldn't
hand it over

until he got Nicole out
of there.

But he said he couldn't
save Nicole,

because it would jeopardize
something bigger.

Zara: So, are you gonna tell me what happened back there?

- What do you mean?
- You know what I mean.

With Sasha. And the gun.

You disarmed her like a pro.

- Look,

I believe in CriRes's policy
of nonviolence

as much as anybody,

but the people we go up
against they don't.

- Yeah, but that's always been
the case.

Why now?

- I don't know, maybe I-I just
got tired of feeling

like a sitting duck.
Zara, these people,

they-they hold zero value
for human life.

- So what, you're now taking
self-defense classes

so you can beat up bad guys?

- I took "a" class,

and it wasn't to beat up
bad guys.

I'm trying to protect myself,
okay.

Protect us.
- Oliver,

did you pull info
on Sasha's handler

at the Seattle PD?
- Sure did. Here you go.

Take a look.

- Detective Gary Peterson.
Mid-40s.

Seattle PD since his 20s.
Highly-decorated.

- And took a six month leave
of absence last year

after his son died.

- A grief-fueled cop
can be dangerous.

- Yeah, let's look into that.

I'm gonna go pay him a visit.

- Someone like Peterson
won't share information

on a covert operation.
- I don't expect him to share,

I expect him to trade.

- Okay, Zara, Cynthia,

Kent had dinner with
a Zhang Han last night.

We need to know
what Kent's into,

so dig up what you can on Han.
- And me?

- You're gonna take Sasha,
get her to get you the watch,

and see if you can figure out
why it's important to Kent.

- Escorting an escort?
I can do that.

[Low hum of chatter,
phone rings]

[Light footsteps thud]

- I am Detective Peterson,
what can I do ya for?

- Eric Beaumont,
Private Negotiator.

A woman, Nicole Bell,
has been kidnapped.

I was hired to help
get her back -

I think-I think
you're aware of this.

- Why would I be aware of that?

- Because Sasha Levant told you.

You know her.

Confidential Informant,

working a case for you.

- Where is she?
- Well, I can tell you that,

but first I need to know
why bringing down

the owner of a chain of
pharmacies is so important

you're willing to risk
Nicole's life

in order to do it?

- You have no idea what you've
gotten yourself into.

I could arrest you right now
on obstruction of justice.

- Yeah, but if you did that,
you'd never get your hands

on what Sasha stole
from Thomas Kent.

I'm-I'm not trying to be
difficult, Detective.

You have information I want,

and I have information
you want.

Let's-let's help each other
out here.

[Knocking on door]

[Door opens]

- Sasha, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine,

Uh, everything is fine, I'm
just-I'm just here for a sec.

Where's Zak?
- He's sleeping.

Last time you were
with this man,

you had a gun on him.

Are you sure everything's okay?

Please, Marta just-just give
us a minute, okay?

Please?

♪♪♪

[Metal clinks]

- That's it?

Okay, great.

Hey, I just wanna help.

- I can't-I can't give this
to the cops

until I know Nicole is safe.

This watch,
it-it represents her life.

- I know.

- Your buddy's talking
to Peterson.

- Trying to get information
to help free Nicole.

- Peterson doesn't care
about Nicole.

- But Eric does.

And he's the best negotiator
in the world.

He knows how to give
people what they want.

- Sounds a bit like
being an escort.

[Reluctant sigh]

[Watch links clack]

- Hmm, beautiful.

[Zak coos]

[Buttons beep]

[Phone rings]

Man: Seattle Police Department.

- Now, let me get
this straight.

So I tell you what
this is all about,

and you'll help me to
get in touch with Sasha?

- Well, I can't make her
come to you,

but I will help you
get what you need.

It's what my company does
we're uh,

we're pretty good at it.

[Phone rings]

- Yeah, Peterson.

She said what?

Great.

Yes, thank you.
[Snaps fingers]

Let's get them over
there right away.

- Good news?

- I appreciate your offer
to help,

but I think we'll keep
this in-house after all.

And just to make sure
you stay out of our way,

I'm gonna to hold you here
for 24 hours.

You know, for questioning.

Zara: Zhang Han,

no criminal record,

no warrants out for his arrest,

no suspicious associates.

- And as the number two
shipping magnate in Hong Kong,

He's worth over
$800 million dollars.

- What does his company ship?

- Looks like mostly auto parts.

Mainly to North America.

So, why would a Chinese
exporter of auto parts

be meeting with an American
owner of a chain of pharmacies?

- Hmm.

Sasha: What? What is it?

- There's a microchip inside.

- A microchip, for what?

- For like WiFi data.

- Don't mind us,
just off to the park.

- Okay. Bye, Zak!
Have fun, sweetie!

Oliver: This watch is set
to receive messages.

Wait a second,
this is not a watch at all.

This is a communication device.

That's why Kent wants it back
by 7:00 PM.

He's expecting information
to be sent to him then.

We gotta get this back to Eric.

[Screaming, tires screech,
honking]

- Hold on.

Man: Come on, let's move!

You, out of there, right now!

- All right everybody, move!
Move, move!

- Sasha, we gotta go.

♪♪♪

[Footsteps thud]

- Police!
- Let me see your hands!

♪♪♪

[Toys rattle on floor]

♪♪♪

Peterson: Where is it?

- Where's what?
- The watch.

- So you don't know
where it is?

- Sasha won't tell you?

- Sorry Detective, I-I truly
don't know where it is.

- Well, you'd better hope
she gives it up,

because it's not just Nicole's
life on the line here.

- What do you mean?

- I'm sure you're aware
North America's in the midst

of a fentanyl epidemic.
Oliver: Yeah.

- Thomas Kent is the number
one distributor of fentanyl

in the State of Washington.

It's a pain inhibitor used
in hospitals

under extreme supervision.

Only now, it's getting sold
on the streets.

Zhang Han owns the fentanyl
trade in China.

He and Kent reached a deal

that would see Zhang
supply Kent

with huge amounts of the drug.

Han has used lavish gifts
to close his past deals,

which is why we believe
the watch Sasha stole

contains the location and time

this exchange will take place,
tonight.

- But it doesn't have the
information you want on it,

not yet.
- What are you talkin' about?

- Well, the watch is essentially
a communication device

set to receive messages.

And considering Kent
wants it back by 7:00,

it stands to reason
that's when the information

that you're looking for
will be sent.

[Phone rings]

- Eric.
- Where is it?

- I'm working on it.

Things are moving in
the right direction.

- No. I don't need things to
move in the right direction,

I need you to tell me I'm gonna
have my watch by 7:00.

- Or what?
- Or what?

Say hello to Mr. Beaumont.

- Hello?

- Nicole? Are you okay?

- Or those are gonna be the
last words Nicole ever says.

[Beeps phone off]

- You know, Kent doesn't get
that watch back soon,

you'll have to tell Han.

Deal will be off.
You won't have a deal to bust.

- Let us talk to Sasha,
find out where the watch is,

and take it back to Kent.

Eric: Sasha's never gonna tell
you where it is.

You've broken too many promises;

she doesn't trust you.

♪♪♪

Sasha: He's listening?

- Ah yes, he is.

But, you need to trust me.

You tell us where the watch is--

- I tell you where it is right
now, and Peterson knows.

I said I can't give it to
the cops until she's safe.

- Okay, and she will be.

- You don't know that,
you can't trust him.

- It's not just Peterson
you don't trust, is it?

It's Eric, too.

- Why, um,

Sasha, my whole job
is based on trust -

with clients, with kidnappers--

- It's also based on something
else though, isn't it?

Providing the girlfriend
experience

requires a talent
for emotional manipulation.

I get close to my clients,
make them trust me.

Say what they wanna hear,
be what they want me to be.

Make them feel like
I am their best friend.

I've been told you have
a similar set of skills.

So how can I trust that
your priority is Nicole?

- Sasha...

You make a great point,

but you can trust me.

And if you wanna get out of
this room and save Nicole,

you're gonna have to.

Now here's the truth,

we have to let Peterson in
on this,

but we've convinced him to let
us take the watch back to Kent,

in exchange for Nicole.

This is on our terms here,
all right.

We're runnin' the show.

I promise.

♪♪♪

- We're gonna release them,
but...

follow Beaumont wherever
he goes.

I wanna make sure I'm not
gettin' screwed here.

- Oh!

[Grunts]

- Ooh!
[Small laugh]

- You get used to it after
having three kids.

You never wanted any?
- No.

Right now, I'd have to say
I'm good with that decision.

[Both chuckle]

- Aha!

[Light metal clinking]

Let me tell ya, a lot nicer
than finding corn

and plastic army men.
- [Chuckles]

Oliver: If this works,

any message Kent receives
on the watch, we'll see.

[Beeps]

Peterson: Mirroring worked.

We're ready.

- I'm done now, right?

You said this was my last job.

I want you to tell me
I'm finished.

- We'll talk about this after.

- No, I want something
in writing.

- And I said, we'll talk after.

- You're lying!
You never keep your word!

- All right, listen,
Sasha's tested monthly

for drugs at Discretion.

They've never found
anything in her system.

- Your point?

- We both know those drugs
were planted by someone

who wanted to bring Kent down.

And if Internal Affairs knew
about it,

I'm sure they'd love
to investigate.

- You're blowin' smoke,
Beaumont.

- Interesting that
you didn't deny it.

We're gonna get you out,

but we need maximum leverage
in order to do that,

and we don't have it yet.

We need to focus on Nicole.

- You're a prick.

- Sorry you feel that way.

Until this is wrapped up,

you're just too valuable a tool
to simply let go.

Cynthia: 6:59,
cuttin' it close.

- Well, at least
we're cutting it.

- I take it, you have my watch?

- I take it you've got Nicole?

- [Relieved sigh]

[Watch whirrs]

[Ticking]

[Phone beeps]
Oliver: We got it!

- We all good?

- Yeah, it's a pleasure doing
business

with you, Mr. Beaumont.
She's all yours.

Man: [Hushed] I advise you
to be very careful.

- Yeah, change of plans.

- Change of plans?

- My boy here tells me
that the same car passed by

three times outside
since you arrived,

so you were followed.

- What, you think
we're trying to set you up?

- I don't know, you tell me.
- We just want Nicole back.

We're not trying
to do anything else.

- Yeah.

I'd love to believe that you
wouldn't do anything

to put her life in jeopardy,
but...

I can't be stupid.
- Meaning what, exactly?

- Okay, if 11:00 comes
and goes without incident,

she can leave.

But if not...

if not,

she might just have
to stick around.

[Text message chimes]
- What'd he say?

Oh man.
- We need to Peterson.

Peterson!

Just got a message from Eric.

You gotta hold off on the raid.

- What are you talkin' about?

- Kent and Han
are meeting at 9:00.

Kent's holding Nicole
until after that.

If you go in there,
he'll kill her.

You need to hold off.

- I can't. This is our shot.

We can raid Kent's
after to get Nicole.

- That would be too late.
Nicole will be dead.

- I'm sorry.
And I'm sorry for Nicole,

if the worst ends up happening.

Hopefully we can avoid that.

But the raid
is happening at 9:00.

♪♪♪

Peterson: All right, listen up!

We get one shot,

but we don't move until
we see Kent, Han,

and the shipment.

Let's take our positions.

[Guns cock]
- Let's roll!

- Okay. Eyes up, everyone!

- Let's go.
- Moving out.

- Well, no, if Peterson raids,
the deal,

Nicole is dead.

- Sasha, I know.
I-I need you to calm down.

- No, the only person who's
allowed to tell me to calm down

is my mother.
- Okay, fair enough.

I'm just sayin' it's not over.
- Oliver's right,

we still have time.
- We need a new plan.

- We have to keep Nicole alive,

and find a way for Peterson
to get his fentanyl.

Since we can't change
Peterson's mind,

we'll have to work on Kent.

- You have an idea?
- Yeah.

- Sasha!
- Oh, Nicole! Oh my gosh,

thank God you're okay!
I was so worried about you.

He didn't hurt you?
- No.

- Sit. Sit!

Look who we have here,

love of my life.

- Please Thomas,
you-you have to let Nicole go.

She had nothing to do
with this.

- You lied to me!
- Baby, I'm sorry,

but there was nothing
I could do.

- You are still lying to me.
- No, I'm not.

Please, Thomas.

Look, I know how you
felt about me.

You have to believe,
I felt the same way, too,

and I... I still do, but it was
either work with the police,

or go to jail.

- If you loved me,

you would've picked jail.

- But then, I wouldn't have
been able to help you.

The cops know that your deal
was going down at 9:00

and they know where.

You still have time to call
Han and change the location.

- Wow.

- Hey, I'm telling you this

because I love you,

so you don't get arrested,
so we can start over.

Hey, remember when you took me
to New York?

Central Park, the shows,
the hotel,

I mean we can do that again.

We can do that forever.

Please, Thomas, I love you.

- Okay, you can go. Go!

- Sash.
- Hey, hey, hey,

if you love me,
we're doing this together.

- Yeah, of course.

Of course.

Go.

[Light clicks on, engine hums]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Peterson: What the hell?
Go, now!

♪♪♪

[Tires screech, sires wail]

- Do not move!
Stay right where you are!

Oliver: Whoa, whoa, easy.
- What the hell are you doing?

You just compromised an
official investigation!

- The location of the fentanyl
exchange has switched.

What the hell are you
talking about? How do you--

- We know because we're the
ones who got Kent to switch it.

Police: All right everybody,
hold on!

- Stand down.

[Door clicks open]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Cynthia: She convinced him
to switch location.

[Engine rumbles]

[Engine hums]

- Eric has eyes on Kent now,

he'll track him
to the new location.

- Are you guys out
of your mind?

I could arrest you right here.

- We couldn't let the raid
happen and risk losing Nicole.

We told you that.
- And I told you,

this is about more than Nicole.
- Believe me, Detective,

we know, all right,
and we understand.

- This war on Kent,
on fentanyl,

it's not a war, is it?

It's personal.
It's a vendetta.

This is about your son.

- My son has nothing
to do with this.

- We know fentanyl took
your son, Detective.

- We are truly sorry.

- He was just a kid.

Smoked weed with his buddies
sometimes, ya know?

What kid his age
doesn't do that?

He wasn't an addict,

but the fentanyl made
my son a victim.

Kent has no regard
for human life.

To him, it's expendable.
- But you do understand,

you're treating Sasha and
Nicole the same way, right?

You planted coke on Sasha,
you called her a tool.

But you made her a tool,

and you're treating them like
their lives are expendable,

but they're not.

Just like your son's wasn't.

- You're letting Kent
get away with this.

- We can get you the new
location, Detective.

- If you let Sasha go.

No more CI work.

[Car rumbles up]

♪♪♪

[Doors open and slam shut]

[Kent clears throat]

[Approaching engine hums]

♪♪♪

[Brakes squeal]

- Son of a bitch!

What did you do?

- Nothing. I didn't--

- Everybody, take it easy.

Kent, hold on.
- Shut up!

Did you betray me, again?

- It's called The Girlfriend
Experience.

Did you forget that?
It's not real.

- Kent, Kent...
Kent you're right.

Sasha did betray you.

- I swear to God,
I'll put a bullet in her.

- Is that really what's
important to you right now?

- If I'm correct,

there's a massive shipment
of fentanyl

arriving via Zhang Han's men,
in five minutes.

The cops and DEA

are gonna be here
n eight minutes,

so as far as I'm concerned,
you have two options.

- You call 'em off,
or I kill her.

- I think you should listen
to the options.

- Option A, you kill everyone -

me, Cynthia, Sasha,

in time to get the fentanyl

and engage in a shootout
with law enforcement.

A shootout you cannot win.

[Breathes heavily]

- [Grunts]

- No, no, no!
[Gunshot pops]

- Hey!

- Option B,
you kill none of us,

you get in the car
and drive of scot-free,

with five minute head start
on the police.

♪♪♪

[Uncocks gun]

- Okay, let's go.
Let's go.

[Car doors slam, engine revs]

- Sash!

You're okay.
- Oh, you too.

- It's Han's men.

Everybody in the car.

Go! Go!

[Engine starts, tires squeal]

[Car rumbles up]

[Police sires wail]

- Let's go! Come on!

- Move! Everybody move!

[Indistinct police chatter]

- Everybody arm up!
- Open it!

- You freeze!
- Just stand there.

♪♪♪

- Now we're looking
for Thomas Kent!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

- You heard him, let's move!

Okay. Let's go! Come on!

- You're done.

- You're letting me go?

Police: Move it out!
Move it out!

[Police radio chatter]

[Happy laughter]

Nicole: Did you miss mommy?

- Sasha missed your mommy, too!

- Feels good,
kid getting his mom back.

- Definitely.
- Yeah.

- And Sasha not working for
the police really opens up

her life so she can make
her own decisions again.

- [Sighs]

- So, what now?

You know, now that you don't
have to live a double life?

- Hmm. Who knows?

Maybe go back to Discretion?

Maybe try to use that degree
I worked and paid for.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, though I'd probably
have to leave Seattle to do it.

- So then we leave.

Zak and I could use
a change of scenery.

- Really?

- Okay, we're gonna take off.

Um, you guys good?

- Yeah, yeah we're great.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

- Yeah.

- Thank you.
- Okay. Bye.

- Thank you.
- Take care, guys.

- Hey, buddy!

- Yates,

what's going on?
- Huh?

- Case is over.
Brain no longer needed.

- Yeah, sorry, just um,

zoned out for a second.

- I have a question for you.

- Shoot.

- Well, you know that feeling
you said you had sometimes,

like we're sitting ducks,

and how you want to protect
yourself and us?

Was that about Maxine?

- What are you talking about?

- Oliver, the woman you loved
was forced to kill a man

in order to save you.

If anything can conjure up
feelings of helplessness--

- Have you been reading
Psychology Today

in your spare time, hm?

- Okay, I...

I was just looking out.

- I appreciate it.

I'm fine.

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0