All language subtitles for FBI International s04e04 The Unwinnable War.eng

[men shouting in Spanish]

[grunts]

Move! Move, move, move!

[grunts] [woman yelps]

Idiota!

[scooter whirs]

[scooter honks]

[all panting]

[upbeat dance music]

[shouts] [women scream]

Get out of my way!

♪ Life of every party

♪ Happy at night or day

♪ We are one call away

[crowd cheering and chattering]

[Andrei Mihai and Dorian
Micu's "One Call Away"]

♪ Happy at night or day

♪ We are one call away

♪ I always get it started

♪ Life of whatever party

♪ I be at night or day

♪ We are one call away

♪ I always get it started

♪ Life of whatever party

♪ I be at night or day

♪ We are one call away

♪ I always get it started

♪ Life of whatever party

♪ I be at night or day

Out of my way!

Watch out! Move, move!

Oh, no, you don't, Alvaro.

- No, no!
- Where is it, Alvaro?

What do you want from me, man?

- Move!
- Out, get out!

- Move!
- Get out, get out!

[grunting]

Where are the drugs?
Where's the money, huh?

I don't know. I don't know.

You're an even worse
trafficker than I thought.

Huh? Where is it?

♪

What is this?

I heard you had
a major shipment.

That's everything I got.

I want all of it, Alvaro.

Not just your personal
supply for the night.

Didn't run all that way for a
roll of 20s and an eight ball.

[door clicks]
- [speaking Spanish]

Agent Lopez, is
that Alvaro Serrano?

Sí.

Take him.

[dramatic music]

[handcuffs clicking]

[bells tolling]

[knock at door]

- Hey.
- Hi.

I'm so sorry to do this to you.
- Oh, come in.

Hi, Lili.
- Hi!

I tried to reach the sitter,

but she can't come
by till later.

I don't think I'll be more than
an hour or two, if you mind.

Oh, my gosh, are you kidding?
I get some Lili time.

I thought we were
taking Tank to the park.

I'm sorry, princess. I
have to go into work.

You're going to stay with
Cameron for a little bit, OK?

Well, I'm sure we can
both find something...

fun to do, right?

Yes! [laughter]

You're a lifesaver.

So much for time to
just be a mom, right?

Is everything OK?

[sighs] I don't know.

Wes said the Office of
the Inspector General

needs to speak to me personally.

Can't be good, right?

I'm sure it's fine.

[sighs] OK. Thank you.

Bye.
- Bye, Mommy.

Bye. [inhales deeply]

All right, movie?

Ice cream?
- Yeah! Both!

OK, let's do it. [laughs]

So we have to assume...

Ms. Tate, I'm Deputy
Inspector General Dorian.

I appreciate you coming in.

I feel like I should
have a lawyer present.

Oh, no. Don't worry. You're
not being investigated.

The OIG is here for our help.

Indeed. Please have a seat.

I have a mission for you,
and it is quite sensitive.

It's... it's so sensitive
that if you fail,

it will damage the
reputation of the Bureau,

and it could also compromise

the Fly Team's
ability to even exist.

[tense music]

So I said, "No problem."

[Tate chuckles uncomfortably]

Look, uh, at the end of the day,

this has got to be
your decision, OK?

Me?

Why me?

Well, because you'll need
to join this investigation

out in the field.

There's... there's elements
of your background,

your experience in surveillance,

your fluent Spanish, plus
key characteristics...

make you perfect for
this particular target.

Who's the target?

DEA Special Agent Daniel Lopez.

This guy's dirty as hell.

He's partying, he's
throwing money around.

Way beyond what you'd expect
from a normal DEA agent.

The money's got to be
coming from somewhere.

We were tipped off by fellow
DEA Agent Christina Bryant.

She suspected that
he was stealing drugs

and cash from their busts.

Sadly,

she was killed by the cartel
before she had a chance

to file a formal report.

♪

This is a honey trap operation.

With me as the honey.

Can you handle that?

I, um... [sighs]

I've never done
anything like it before.

Um, but I, uh...

Amanda, look.

No one is going to
hold it against you

if you want to pass on this.

You're a hell of an analyst.

You've never trained
for undercover work.

Field work is dangerous.

And you have a kid at home.

I'll do it.

This guy thinks
he's untouchable,

but Agent Bryant almost got him.

I can finish the job.

I'm in.

♪

DEA Agent Lopez and
his hand-picked group,

nicknamed The Crew, have
been stationed in Madrid,

home of the rapidly-growing
Serrano Cartel.

The Serrano's
narcotics operation

has spread across Western Europe

and is now making
inroads in Miami.

These boys have been
having a non-stop party

from one European
city to the next.

Sounds fun,

but why isn't the DEA cleaning
their own house on this?

The Justice Department
doesn't trust

an internal investigation.

The unit chief of their
OPR is Lopez's godfather.

That's why it's
all hands on deck.

Amanda's going to be with
us in the field on this one

in an undercover role.

We're going to be
teaming up with The Crew

to disrupt the cartel,

but our real mission is
to gain Lopez's trust.

Which won't be easy.

Lopez is experienced
in countersurveillance

and has been covering
his tracks for years.

So we'll have to get creative.

The only person to
get close so far,

a young agent he
took under his wing,

Christina Bryant, now deceased.

Apparently, he thought showing
off a little corruption

might get her into bed.

I've known men like Lopez
for my whole career.

Eventually, they
all make a mistake.

We're going to be
there when he does.

Let's go.

[sirens wailing]

Look sharp. The
Bureau is here.

[chuckles] I'm
Agent Wes Mitchell.

This is Andre Raines and
Megan Garretson with Europol.

Pleasure. I'm Danny,
and this is Boyd.

Sorry we don't have more
of a welcoming committee.

If you guys weren't stretched
thin, we wouldn't be here.

True enough.

The AG's been pushing
increased cooperation

in the War on Drugs,
but this is the first

I've seen of it.
- Mm.

We're not here to
step on your toes.

We're here to help in
any way that we can.

Sounds good to me.

[door buzzes] As
you probably heard,

we haven't made much
progress in Madrid.

Last night's bust only turned
up a mid-level distributor,

Alvaro Serrano.

- You think you can flip him?
- Maybe.

Based on his name, we thought
he was well-connected.

My source told me he was in
possession of a major shipment,

but something must have gotten
lost in la translacción.

You mean traducción.

You said translacción.

What does that mean?

That you don't know Spanish.

This is Amanda Tate.
She's our support tech.

A little better with computers
than she is with people.

Well, thank you, Amanda.

Not everyone would
feel comfortable

showing me up on the first day.

I'm sorry.

No, it's good to have someone
who's actually fluent.

My parents never
spoke Spanish at home.

All I learned was how
to ask for sangría.

[chuckles] Could
come in handy.

Amanda.

Do you think you could go
find us a decent cup of tea?

Sure.

You can set up my computer
when you get back.

Right.

All right, Danny,
what do you say

you and I go flip
this Serrano kid?

Absolutely. Welcome
to The Crew.

All right.

♪

You're wasting our time.

Mr. Serrano will be making
no further statements.

Maybe the problem is

he hasn't been
properly incentivized.

[scoffs] You want to
shake me down again?

Alvaro, please.

[bangs table]

I'm offering you a deal, idiot.

I hear he's sitting
on a shipment.

If he can give us the
location, your client can

walk right out that door like
none of this ever happened.

How generous.

But with your lack of evidence
and the beating and robbery,

my client has no
need to cooperate.

The Spanish police will
be releasing Mr. Serrano

by the end of the day.
- Really?

If Alvaro is so innocent,

why'd he sprint
halfway across Madrid?

Why's he got the cartel's
top lawyer on speed dial?

♪

Hmm?

Anything else?

No?

Then you can take
your excessive force

back to the States, where
it's more appreciated.

♪

Excuse me.

Hey, come on, man. Let's go.

Tell your bosses we're
coming for 'em, OK?

All right.

Have a nice day.

[tense music]

Thanks for having
my back in there.

This one's on me. I
jumped the gun on Alvaro.

I should have
double-checked my source.

Thing is, it's personal
between me and the cartel.

They shot a member of
my team during the raid.

Now whenever I get my hands on
anybody with the name Serrano,

I'm gonna make them pay.

Christina Bryant, right?
I heard about that.

You can bet I would have done
the same thing, maybe worse.

Don't doubt it.

I read about the Montrose
shootout in your file.

Oh, well, then you know
if I see an opportunity

to take somebody
out, I'm taking it.

Screw the lawyers.

If bodies drop, bodies drop.

Yeah, absolutely.

Look, why don't we, uh,

go take a run at your
informant together?

We'll put the fear
of God into him.

It's an idea.

I wouldn't want to
spook my source.

Mm.

Better for everybody if
I handle that part solo.

Gotcha.

♪

Oh, hey.

Are you getting the
signal from Wes's wire?

It's crystal clear, but Lopez
isn't exactly saying anything.

Listen to this.

It's personal between
me and the cartel.

They shot a member of
my team during the raid.

Now whenever I get my hands on
anybody with the name Serrano,

I'm going to make them pay.

I mean, if you ask me,

it sounds like he
is overcompensating,

trying to paint himself like

some kind of a
righteous crusader.

To justify stealing drug money?

I guess.

But I have studied his
financial statements,

and there is no way that he
is stealing enough evidence

to pay for the way
he's been living.

The Crew's raids,

they've all been done
hand-in-hand with the Spanish,

so either the entire
SNP is in on the take

or The Crew is getting
its fun money elsewhere.

What if he isn't stealing
from the Serranos?

What if he's in bed with them?

Could be tipping off the
cartel before the raids.

Yeah, that would explain why
the DEA keeps coming up empty.

Yeah. The cartel bribes Lopez,

throwing him a small fish
every once in a while,

but always knowing
there'll be no real damage.

Meanwhile, The Crew gets to
live it up across Europe.

Everybody wins.

That would mean
he tipped them off

before the raid that
killed Agent Bryant.

He had the cartel shoot her.

We need proof.

[keyboard clacking]

[suspenseful music]

♪

Coast is clear. [door buzzes]

We're in.

♪

Thanks.

Amanda.

Am I looking at what I
think I'm looking at?

That's a wireless
signal detector.

He's going to know if
we turn on the bugs.

Uh, there's got to
be another way in.

Something he won't see
coming. [door clicks]

Heads up. Target
heading your way.

Pull them both.
Pull everything.

♪

[camera shutter clicks]

♪

Let's go, let's go. Move.

[elevator bell rings]

Let's go.

[keypad beeping]

[door clicks and buzzes]

♪

What are you still doing here?

Hey.

You know, first one to
arrive, last one to leave.

That's me.

Really?

[zipper zips]

No.

This is my first
time in the field,

and so I've been
putting in extra hours

to impress Mitchell
and Garretson.

That been working out for you?

Not even a little bit.

How am I ever supposed to prove
myself if they don't trust me?

And you saw how they treat me.

It's pathetic.

I'm sorry. Uh, you do not need
to hear about my problems.

I'm going to go.

No, it's OK. Maybe I can help.

I'm going to meet with an
informant later on tonight.

Maybe you should come with.

- Me?
- Yeah, you.

I can always use a translator.

You want to get
in on the action.

Let's do it.

Well, I don't know how
Mitchell would feel about that.

Who cares?

We're supposed to be
working together on this.

So what do you say?

You can ride along,
see how I operate.

Yeah.

I'd like that.

I would, too.

♪

Wire me up. We just
found our way in.

[dramatic music]

♪

The FBI has rules
about undercover ops

and these are not the
rules we play around with.

You can smile, you can flirt,

you can flatter, you
can bat your eyes,

you can say whatever
you got to say,

but you cannot touch him,
not in any romantic way.

Got it.

One kiss, one hand on the thigh,

God forbid, something more,

nothing you get will
be used in court.

Right? They're just going
to claim entrapment.

I've seen it happen.
It ain't pretty.

All these rules about
what I can and can't do.

What about him?
What can't he do?

Listen, you're not going to
be alone in there, right?

If it feels too dangerous,
you use the distress word.

You picked one out?

Yeah, um, princess.

OK, we hear that,
we pull you out.

In fact, you can use
it right now, OK?

We'll find another way 'cause
the most important rule:

everybody goes home.

Wes. [sighs]

I knew this was going to be
dangerous when they handed me

a picture of a dead
woman, and I said yes.

I knew it was going to be
tough and I signed up anyway.

Have a little faith that
I can pull this off.

[soft dramatic music]

She's all set.

Go get him.

♪

Take a moment, check
in with yourself,

and when you are ready, we go.

- All right.
- OK.

♪

[sighs]

My contact is Simón Ruiz.

He owns one of the restaurants

that the cartel leaders come
to meet, so he hears things.

Right.

The Serrano leaders are thugs,

but they want to be
seen as sophisticated.

They drink the nicest
wine, eat the nicest food,

go to the best parties.

If I want to put together
a network of connections,

I got to match that.

So the globetrotting,
the nightspots,

the sexy car, it's all research?

I'm very thorough.

[chuckles]

I think I joined the
wrong department.

So, Mitchell... he acts
like he's some cowboy,

but all the other FBI
agents I've met before

are more like Boy Scouts.

So which is it?

You know, I don't really know.

He hasn't been with
us that long. Why?

It's hard to find
information on your team.

If I was the paranoid type,

I might even think that the
FBI is here to check up on me.

[chuckles softly]

[tense music]

No.

You know, it makes sense.

I mean, they don't tell
me anything, obviously.

But Mitchell's been weird
ever since we got here.

♪

So he could have another agenda?

Totally.

[line ringing]

[screen beeps]

[engine revs]

[indistinct chatter]

Ruiz.

Señor Daniel, welcome back.

This is the colleague I
told you about, Amanda Tate.

Hola.

[both smooch]

[speaking Spanish]

[speaks Spanish]
Please, right this way.

I have your favorite
table for us to talk.

And, um, in honor of our guest,
something special to drink.

I apologize for the
mix-up with Alvaro.

My information was out-of-date.

Yeah, I noticed.
What happened?

Ah, Alvaro is not careful.

He has been, um...

[speaks Spanish]

Getting high on his own supply.

Sí.

The Serrano leadership
was concerned,

so they changed up the routines
and moved the shipment.

Where to?

Ah, this wine is truly unique.

So where is this
mystery shipment?

What are the cartel's
new routines?

Um, sadly, I don't know.

From what I hear, they
are making many changes.

Mainly because of him.

You must understand
The Crew have put fear

into the minds of
the Serrano Cartel.

They heard what
they accomplished

in Paris and in Munich and
they are on their heels.

[plates rattle] Ah.

Please enjoy.

Our croquetas,
they're not tapas.

They are an art form.

Oh, wow. [chuckles]

Um...

What now?

It'd be a shame to
waste an art form.

[chuckles]

I suppose the case can wait.

[upbeat pop music playing]

[sighs]

This freaking guy. Are
you buying any of this?

Not for a second.

Ruiz doesn't sound
like an inside source.

He sounds like someone who says

whatever Lopez tells him to say.

It's a waste of our time.

OK, if Ruiz isn't
Lopez's informant

with the cartel, then who is?

I ran the phone number
that Tate sent us.

It's a burner phone, so I
can't ID the caller directly,

but using the cell towers
that the call pinged from,

we should be able
to find a location.

Check it against
Lopez's contacts.

Maybe something pops.

You can't win an unwinnable war.

For every operation we disrupt,

another one pops
up in its place.

It's Serranos now,

it'll be someone else
when they're gone.

There's no difference.

So I say why not take
every chance to enjoy it?

[speaks Spanish]

Exactly.

Whatever that means.

[laughs]

♪

Look...

I've seen enough of
your bosses to know that

you're going nowhere in the FBI.

Mitchell will never
appreciate you.

And if he does, that
British chick will bury you.

- [chuckles]
- But I've got an offer.

I can get you a direct
placement at the DEA.

Maybe even on my team.

I've been down a member
for the last few months.

[tense music]

Seriously?

You've got that kind of pull?

I'm just saying,

instead of working late
trying to impress Mitchell,

maybe you should be
trying to impress me.

♪

Well, what exactly
did you have in mind?

♪

I shouldn't say. Not here.

We could talk about
it back at my place.

If you want to get out of
here. [approaching footsteps]

Hola, guapo.

♪

I didn't come here to translate

while you pick up women.

You're jealous?

[scoffs] I'm not.

Um, I'm sorry.

Um, I'm going to go.

I'll get a cab.
- Amanda.

♪

[sighs]

- You OK?
- Why did you pull me out?

Because Lopez was
getting a little intense.

No, no, I had him.

If I get him in private,

maybe he'll talk about
Christina Bryant.

Going back to his apartment
would have been too dangerous.

I told Wes I don't
need the kid gloves.

I can handle this.
- It's not about that.

You were doing great.

But it's better to leave
Lopez wanting more, right?

We push for too much,
he could catch on.

Listen to your team.

Got it.

Plus, thanks to you,
we have another lead.

What do you got?

Phone call that
came to Lopez's car

was made from a café
near Puerta del Sol.

Doesn't mean much on its own,

but DEA records show a single
meeting at that same place

between Lopez and
a cartel source.

Street name, Conejo.

According to the DEA,
he was too unreliable

to be used as an informant.

So why is Lopez trading
calls with him weeks later?

He put him in his hip pocket

so he can keep
him off the books.

Who is this guy?

Childhood friend
of Lorenzo Serrano.

So presumably, the
family trusts him.

And now he owns a
café, which could be

the real meeting place
for the cartel leaders.

OK. Everything else
is a smokescreen.

This guy is the real source.

I looked it up. Conejo
is Spanish for rabbit.

- Interesting.
- Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

There, that's him.

You think he got
that street name

for being all cuddly and cute?

[dramatic music]

[both groan]

Excuse me.

♪

[overlapping shouting]

♪

Andre, the truck!

Hey! Stop!

FBI.

Nowhere to run now, rabbit.

Hey, stop!

[tires squealing]

Wait, wait!

You're American?

Agent Lopez can vouch for me.

Yeah, that's what we want
to talk to you about.

[distant sirens wailing]

[door clicks]

Jose "Conejo" Ramos...

you have a surprisingly
clean rap sheet

for someone that grew
up with the Serranos.

I didn't do anything.

Am I being arrested?

We just wanted to
ask some questions.

You're the one who took off,
got all this extra attention.

I don't know you.

I'm only supposed
to talk to Danny.

As an informant, you
can talk to any of us.

Oh, yeah, right.

[scoffs] OK, here's the thing.

We know you're
playing both sides.

You're the go-between
for Agent Lopez

and your buddies at the cartel.

You're probably taking a
nice cut of the bribe, too.

You're just making things up

that I don't know
anything about.

Sure. You know what?

Why don't we put word out on
the street that he came to us

looking to expose
the whole scheme

in exchange for a payout?
- Sounds good.

I mean, if we're
making all this up,

nobody will believe it.

Of course, if he really did
have that sort of information,

it'd be a race between
the Serranos and Lopez

to see who could
silence him first.

OK, OK.

[tense music]

What do you want?

Have a seat.

[chains clanking]

Just tell us about Lopez.

[sighs]

♪

I just take messages
back and forth.

He tells me when a big raid
is coming and I pass it on.

And who paid him for those tips?

No way.

You want to bust your own guy,
I'll help you, but that's it.

OK.

We're going to need you to
schedule a meeting with Lopez.

And wear a wire.

That won't work.

He's paranoid about
being recorded.

He only talks
business at his flat,

and the place is rigged
with bug detectors.

The guy is smarter
than he looks.

[door clicks]

Sorry to interrupt.
Agent Lopez is outside.

♪

I had to hear from the SNP

that you brought Ramos
in for questioning?

Isn't that something
a joint task force

should do jointly?

Your case file said
he wasn't important,

so I didn't think you'd mind.

I could have saved
you some time.

Guy is unreliable.

If he thinks there's
cash in it for him,

he'll tell you whatever
you want to hear.

The problem is
none of it's true.

We'll keep an eye out for that.

- Yeah.
- If you want, I could jump in.

We could talk to him together.

I think we got it
covered. You know what?

I think it's best for everybody
if I handle this part solo.

What are you really doing
in Madrid, Mitchell?

I'm stopping the
cartel, the same as you.

♪

Go do your thing.

♪

If Lopez wasn't suspicious
before, he sure as hell is now.

We need a new plan.

It's got to happen fast
while he's rattled.

We've got to get this
guy talking somehow.

With the real informant
in our back pocket,

we have an
information advantage.

As long as Raines
keeps Conejo isolated,

I think we can tell
Lopez whatever we want.

So let's say his source gave up
the location of the shipment.

We're planning a
raid... something big.

Then we watch and wait.

And when Lopez tips
off the cartel,

that's when we've got him.

I don't think this
guy's going to believe

anything we tell him directly.

Well, we'll have to be
subtle about it, let it slip.

All right, I like that idea,
but if he takes the bait,

how do we get a bug
past his scanners?

I can do that.

We pulled the technical
specs of the scanner

that you found in
The Crew's office.

I'll just need to
reconfigure a microphone

using a signal converter.

Anything beyond 110 gigahertz

should register as ambient
electromagnetic noise.

I don't know what
language that was in,

but it sounded
confident. Let's do it.

♪

No, we're going to
need more manpower

for a raid of this size.

I need Europol to pull
everybody that we can.

Well, if I could trust the DEA,

I wouldn't be
calling you, would I?

Yes, the stash house is a
refurbished steel factory

right across from
Atocha Train Station.

We're moving tomorrow at 0500.

Thank you.

[sighs]

♪

- What's up, buddy?
- Update on the case.

The FBI found Alvaro's shipment.

They're planning
a raid tomorrow.

Thought you'd like to know.

Seems like I missed
my invitation.

What do you think?

Send me the info and sit tight.

You got that, Wes?
He took the bait.

Yeah, I'm reading you.

I got eyes on the target now.

He's headed to his apartment.

[camera shutter clicking]

[line trilling]

He's calling the lawyer.

Olivárez must be the connection.

That's a straight
shot to the cartel.

It's pretty late
for a business call,

don't you think?
- Sorry about that.

I've got some more questions
for Alvaro Serrano.

I was hoping you can
help me contact him.

What is this about?

It's time-sensitive.

If you swing by my place,

we could talk about
it face-to-face.

I know how you always like to do

what's best for your clients.

[sighs] On my way.

This is it. This
is our chance.

You place it and then
you get out of there.

OK?
- Yeah.

With the new programming,

the bug will be
undetectable, right?

Yeah, should be.

Assuming Lopez is using
the same model scanner

he has at his office,

which I'm now realizing is
a very large assumption.

Honestly, the tech should
be the least of our worries.

[suspenseful music]

What do you mean?

He doesn't have to find the bug.

All he has to do is look at me,
notice how much I despise him.

Oh, God, what if
he already knows?

I will be listening.

Raines and Mitchell will be
shadowing you all the way, OK?

You say the word, we move in.

I've got your back.

OK.

♪

What are you
feeling? Talk to me.

I... I just...

I just wanted to show that I
can handle anything, you know?

That's just, what, pride?

♪

I should have been
thinking about Lili.

What happens to her if I'm
the next Christina Bryant?

Hey.

Hey.

You don't have to prove
anything to any of us, OK?

And not even Wes.

Yes, you may have sensed some
doubt, but that is his job, OK?

He has to make sure
before he makes that call.

But we are only here now

because he believes in
you 100%, and so do I.

♪

[breathes deeply]

♪

[sighs]

Hey.

Can I come in?

I'm sorry, this isn't...

this isn't a good time.
I'm... I'm expecting company.

You were right.

The FBI is investigating you.

♪

Mind if I have a drink?

Please, just wait.

Shh. Give me your phone.

[suspenseful music]

♪

I'm risking my job by
coming here, you know?

Shh.

Shh.

You don't trust me?

[device beeps]

[beeping]

Are you enjoying this?

♪

[device chimes]

It worked. Lopez's scanner
didn't pick up the bug.

Sorry about the security.

Just needed to make sure
that we can speak freely.

♪

What are you doing here?

I need to know if
your offer's real.

Because if it is,

I'm prepared to give up
the intel on Mitchell.

You've got a spot at the DEA
if you've got real information.

♪

OK.

I did some digging and found
out that Mitchell made his name

by flipping on his fellow
members of the LAPD.

He's done the same
thing everywhere.

Throws his colleagues
under the bus and moves up.

And how do you know about it?

I'm better with computers
than people, remember?

♪

Before we came to Madrid,

Mitchell pulled up
a bunch of messages

from a woman named
Christina Bryant.

♪

What does he have on me exactly?

Not much, but he got Conejo
to give up a stash house.

It's only a matter of time
before he gives up you.

♪

How about that drink?

♪

Whiskey on the rocks?

Thank you.

How's she doing?

Perfect so far.

The wire is placed and
he is definitely rattled.

OK. Now all she has to
do is get out of there

before the cartel arrive.

[tires squeal]

That's not going to be so easy.

What do you mean?

The lawyer's here early.
You seeing this, Wes?

Yeah, and it looks like
he brought a friend.

[camera shutter clicking]

♪

[camera shutter clicking]

[chuckles]

I should go.

No.

But you said you were
expecting company.

It's OK. We can
talk more tomorrow.

Stay. I don't want our
night to be over just yet.

[laughs softly]

Well, how about we meet
up when you're done?

You can show me more of Madrid.

Wait for me in the back.

And if this meeting goes
exactly how I think it'll go,

I'll have Mitchell
off my back for good.

And then I can give
you a proper thank you.

♪

Unless I've got the wrong idea

why you came to see me in
the middle of the night.

♪

[smooches]

[doorbell rings]

♪

Take care of your meeting.

Get the FBI off your back.

And then we'll see what happens.

♪

OK, this can still work.

She hasn't used
the distress word.

Andre, just stay close.

Olivárez is smart.
- I'm ready.

The instant we hear
the word, we move in.

Good.

So, uh, what's going on?

It's very, very late.

Sit, sit, please.

Uh, amigo, this is not
how we do business.

I had no other choice.

After tonight, I'm getting
the hell out of Madrid.

Conejo's locked up and there
are eyes all over me now.

Then you should be even
more careful, not less.

Just tell your clients that
I've got another tip for them.

Something big is
going down tonight.

Big? How big?

They know where the shipment is.

My boys tell me that
the FBI are going to be

hitting the stash house
by the train station.

And you can tell the
Serranos that if they want

our agreement to
continue, that they need

to take Agent Mitchell
out permanently.

That's it. We got him.

What are you talking about?
Where is this stash house?

They said it was a steel
factory across from Atocha.

But where did you
get this information?

I got a direct
source in the FBI.

She's in the back right now
if you wanna talk to her.

You got a woman here? Now?

- Yeah. I got a direct...
- Shh, shh.

♪

Madre mía, que
idiota. Adios, cabrón.

[door clicks open and close]

- What's going on in there?
- Do we move in?

Olivárez must know the real
location of the stash house.

He knows it's a
trap. Yes, move!

[dramatic music]

♪

Hey.

Can we finally get out of here?

No, I don't think so.

♪

I'm honestly impressed.

What are you talking about?

What's that?

[signal rings and buzzes]

♪

[interference squealing]

[sighs]

- You think you can play me?
- Hey.

Hey.

[grunts]
- [groans]

[coughing]

[handle rattling]

[both grunting]

[grunts]

[gagging]

♪

Hey! Don't do anything stupid.

Drop it.

[gun scraping across floor]

On the ground.

[handcuffs clinking]

♪

[choking]

♪

[door slams open] [gasps]

[both grunt]

Don't move! Stay down.

Keep your hands
where I can see them!

You OK?

[coughs] Princess.

[panting]

[coughs and clears throat]

[handcuffs clicking]

[soft music]

♪

[speaks Spanish]

You were great out there.

It's a shame none of
the recording equipment

was running.

Funny.

Uh, Wes, I have to
tell you something.

I kissed him.

He got suspicious, and I...

I had to sell it somehow.

It was only for a few seconds,

but I was physically
seducing him.

OK, well, maybe to be effective,

you had to push the
boundaries a little bit.

No, I broke the rules.

And now they're going to use
it against me in court, and...

No, Amanda, you're
going to be fine.

We can still make this work.

How?

My boys tell me that the
FBI are going to be hitting

the stash house by
the train station.

The Crew is done, boy.

Your cartel lawyer's in the wind

and the Serranos are
sitting back and laughing

while the DEA takes the fall.

Daniel Lopez, he's going down.

He attacked our undercover
with intent to kill.

What about you?

We're willing to offer
you a reduced sentence.

But there's a catch.

You have to tell us what really
happened to Christina Bryant.

You know the deal.

First one who talks
wins the prize.

The rest of The Crew
go away for life.

What side of the bars
do you want to be on

when that happens?

♪

[sighs, laughs]

What a surprise.

[speaks Spanish]

Agent Boyd confirmed that
you orchestrated the murder

of Christina Bryant.

He'll be testifying under oath
that you sent her on a raid

and had a cartel hit man
waiting to silence her,

just like you were planning
to do to Agent Mitchell.

I'll see you at the trial.

I'm looking forward to it.

I plan on making sure the
world knows what I know,

what Christina knew.

You're a disgrace.

A small, ridiculous coward.

♪

[door clicks]

[door slams]

[grunts]

[dog barking]

[laughing]

- Hey.
- Come, Tank!

Found us.

Yeah, I wanted to
see you in person,

tell you I spoke to Dorian.

Lopez made a plea deal.
There won't be a trial.

He's going away for a long time.

Thank you.

You didn't think I had it in me.

You just had to
convince yourself.

Come on! [Tank barks]

Listen, Amanda, you're
made for field work.

You've got a knack for it.

So if you want to be out in
the field with the team more,

just say the word.

You're ready.

- Thanks.
- Come on!

I'm happy right where I am.

- [laughs]
- For now.

Tank, sit. [Tank panting]

Throw it far.

- OK.
- [chuckles]

[Tank whines]

[peaceful music]

Maybe a little too far.
OK, I'll be right back.

♪

You seem happy today, Mom.

You're right, princess.

I am.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]

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