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[indistinct chatter]

- You know, I swore I would
never sign up for one of these.

- We all did.

But it's Budapest.

You need help.

- Dude, how long
you been on here?

- Off and on
since I got to Budapest.

A lot of the profiles
are tourists

just looking to get their leg
over, as Smitty would say.

But, you know, every once
in a while, you find some--

- What's wrong with you?
- What?

- I can't believe you
talked me into this.

- What did I do, man?

You're not gonna tell me?
- This is so wrong.

- No, no, no.
Who'd you see?

- Mm-mmm.

- Who was it?

- Mm-mm.

- Who?

[light classical music playing]

- Ty vyhlyadayesh chudovo.

[clearing throat]

Ty vyhlyadayesh chudovo.

[phone ringing]

Ty vyhlyadayesh chudovo.

♪

[phone ringing]

- There you are.

- Sweetheart.

[speaking Ukrainian]

- Did you check in
for your flight?

- All set.

I can't wait
to see you, darling.

Been a long time coming.

- I wish I could stay longer.

I'm meeting a friend
for dinner.

- Well, I just got on.

Five more minutes.

- You will see me tomorrow.

I'm thinking
of getting my nails done.

What do you think?

- Use the debit card
I sent over.

Maybe we'll buy you some
new sunglasses, too.

The future's looking bright.

- [laughs]

[tense music]

[phone chimes]

♪

- I can't believe it.

You're here.

- Oh.

- Hey, what's wrong, darling?

- Nothing.

Nothing. I--

I don't want to ruin
the moment.

- Is this about what your
friends are saying about me?

- Let's just focus on us.

- Give me time.

I'll win them over.

They just need to meet me.

I have something
in the car for you.

Might cheer you up.

♪

- You're welcome.

Here we are.

[brakes screech]

- [screaming]

- Hey! Stop.

[grunts]

♪

- Three days ago, an American
male went missing in Warsaw.

70-year-old Gilbert Schrader
checked into the hotel,

left the premises,
and then went dark.

Can't get a trace on his phone,

and police are still trying
to locate his rental car.

TBD if we're dealing
with an abduction.

- What's in Poland?

Work trip or a vacay?

- Uh, he's recently retired
from a successful sod business

he owned in Delaware.

I found no ties
to his company in Warsaw.

But Gil's bank statements
do show charges

from an online dating service
called Never Alone,

mostly chat-based, catering to
Westerners with a penchant

for Ukrainian women.

- Never Alone,
and he thought this was legit?

- Lonely heart
in his golden years

thinks he's found true love.

Really, someone's angling
for a visa or cash.

These crop up all the time
out of Russia, Ukraine, Asia.

- And they're
targeting foreigners.

- The dating site's listed
address moved from Kyiv

to Warsaw a few years back.

But if you pull it up
on satellite--

♪

- A parking lot.

- It's been 72 hours,
and Gil's daughter, Melissa,

just landed in Poland.

She confirms Gil went there
to meet a woman from the site.

Natalya--no DOB,

no listed address,
not even a last name.

Gil's daughter seemed convinced
that this meetup

was gonna turn into
a marriage proposal.

- Okay, Andre, Smitty,
have Melissa fill you in

when we get to Warsaw.

Cam, you and I link up
with local PD.

Let's go.

- It was found an hour ago.

Our crime scene, so to speak.

- So not a carjacking,
but something went down.

How long for the lab results?

- They're working
as fast as they can.

So the FBI believes
his disappearance is linked

to a romance scam, huh?

- Yeah,
and we're three days behind.

- Poland didn't
have this problem

before the refugees showed up.

It opened the floodgates.

- You search the whole thing?

- The jewelry bag
on the back seat.

- Rules out robbery, too.

- It's a necklace.

- Makes sense.

We saw this charge
on Gil's credit card.

- Neighborhood canvass turned
up a family on the corner.

From their window,
they saw a cargo van

gunning it down the street.

But moments before,
Mom claims that she heard

a woman scream outside.

So if that's Natalya--

- Yeah, maybe that's why she's
not wearing her present.

- And maybe we're dealing
with two kidnap targets.

- Traffic cameras
are sparse here.

Did this witness
get a license plate?

- No plates, just a make
and model, gray Sprinter.

And I can already tell you,
Wes, these are all over Europe.

- Yeah, there must be several
hundred in Warsaw alone.

- Let's see what Amanda can do.
- Yep.

[siren wailing]

- Growing up, Mom was big into
discipline and structure,

and Dad was always the softy.

And then when she got sick,
he just--

he put these blinders on.

He couldn't see the situation
for what it was.

And then when she passed, he--

he had this wake-up call.

- So Gil is in mourning.

He steps down as CEO,
and you inherit the company.

That's when your dad
found the dating site?

- All that free time
and no one to spend it with?

Let's just say some people
are not built to be alone.

Oh, God, I just--

I wish that I would have
been there for him

when he needed me.

- And Natalya entered the
picture eight months ago?

- It was a scam, obviously.

I-I was just hoping that
the relationship stayed online.

And then when I heard
that Dad was headed here,

I had to talk some sense
into him.

- We looked into
your phone records.

He never took your calls.

- That's when
I froze his accounts.

Dad is not thinking straight.

She's got her hooks into him.

- How much is in the accounts?

- The banks, and the Roth,
the CDs, plus the offshore,

I mean,
we're talking 30 million, easy.

- We have reason to believe
Natalya was taken, too.

Is it possible you were wrong
about her motives?

- All I can tell you
is how it looks.

And they'd never even met
face to face.

We have a family fortune
to protect.

- And no one's
reached out to you?

- You mean, like, for money?

No. I mean,
at least then

I would know what this is all
about.

It's the not knowing
that eats you alive.

[tense music]

♪

- Huh.

You know
when you're a little kid

and you don't want
to eat your broccoli,

so you start pushing it under
the leftovers on your plate?

I feel like we're the broccoli.

- [laughs]

- [clears throat]

This is Constable
Adam Dolinski.

He'll be able to assist you
with your case,

anything you need.

- So you bailing on us?

- The policja's resources
are stretched thin.

I'm working on three cases
and a pending trial.

So think of him
as a direct line to me.

- We will take anyone
you can spare.

- He's a sharp policeman,

but if he oversteps,
you let me know.

You be a good boy.

[phone ringing]

- All right.

Let me update you.

- Hey.

- The dating site chat logs
are scrubbed frequently

so we couldn't grab Gil's
exchanges with Natalya.

Since it's all proprietary, we
had to engineer a dummy account

and throw out some chum.

One of the girls
started texting back.

- Is she in Warsaw?

- Traced the IP address
to an apartment in Old Town.

♪

- [knocking]

- [speaks Polish]

- Policja.

- FBI.

- Just a moment.

[loud clattering]
- Stay here.

♪

[sizzling]

♪

[door shuts]

♪

- [grunting]

- Stop fighting. Stop fighting.

Stop. Stop.

♪

- [speaking Polish]

- What the hell are you doing?
- What?

- What are you doing?
- What?

- He's in custody.
We don't do that.

- Look, a busted jaw
is no good to us.

We need the guy talking.

- It was only a slap.

- Okay,
I get we're in your hood.

We don't do things that way,
all right?

Let's get on the same page.

- Fine, your way.

- Good.

- Computers were daisy-chained
to a kill switch you hit.

And you cooked your phone,
and you ran.

- Cops found a pound of MDMA
you tried to flush

when we rolled up.

- Look, we don't really care
about the drugs.

We just want our American back.

So if you give us
Gil Schrader alive

and the people who took him,
you won't have to see us again.

- I'm just the administrator
for the website.

I swear on my mother,
I had nothing to do

with a missing American.

- Saw about 12 of these pics
hanging up in your flat.

They all work for you?

- No, it's not like that.

Someone has to
oversee their chats.

And sometimes I have to--

- You're posing as them.

- Tak.

- Right,
so figure 10 bucks a message.

Each girl has, what, probably
20 customers, maybe more.

So you try to keep
the guys on the hook

for as long as possible.

- That's a few hundred names
to keep track of.

I know you're not storing them
in that thick dome of yours.

- We have a document
on the Cloud,

a spreadsheet
with every client,

every girl.

- Is she part of your roster?

- That one is a problem.

She would take her chats
offline, making my job

very difficult.
Who knows?

Maybe she fell in love
with the American.

The women get their
instructions from someone else.

- Who?

- I report to just one man.

He calls himself Bartek.

- Okay.

- We've never even met
in person.

- And if your phone didn't
get the pizza roll treatment,

how would you get
in touch with him?

- He contacts me,
different burner every time.

- Okay.

♪

- What do I do with this?

- You're gonna give us access
to your spreadsheets.

♪

- [knocking]

Are you Lawrence Holbrook?

- Larry's fine.

- Agent Raines with the FBI.

This is Megan Garretson
with Europol.

Can we talk inside?

- Yeah. What's this all about?

- An American has gone missing.

We're looking into clients
of the Never Alone website.

Got your name from
an online database they use.

- Your dating profile
has been deactivated.

What's keeping you in Warsaw
all this time?

- You think I want to be here?

- It might help if you start
from the beginning.

- [sighs]

I met someone online,

Katya.

And she and I were
chatting for a while.

I actually came here to--

The first morning
I was in town,

Katya's cousin shows up
at my door

and says she's in trouble,
something about a hit-and-run.

And she needed help
paying for the lawyer.

Otherwise,
they were gonna lock her up.

Six grand retainer.

There was a bank down the road.

On the way back,
some guys jumped me,

took the money,
my wallet, passport.

- What did the cops say?

- That it's a lot harder
to file a police report

with no ID.

So now, I'm stuck here
waiting for my new passport.

- What about Katya, her cousin?

- Never heard from again.

- Did the name Bartek
ever come up?

- Katya mostly wanted
to talk about me.

But I know they have
these mixers in town.

They're put on by the site.

You can mingle
with Ukrainian...

prospects.

I went there a few times
looking for Katya, but no luck.

I haven't loved someone
like that in 35 years.

♪

- Larry Holbrook has two
siblings and a grown son.

The man could have called
any one of them for help.

- That's why so many of
these cases go unreported.

Shame cuts deep.

- Yeah, the dating site,

they manage almost 300
active accounts.

But the spreadsheet shows
more victims over the years.

And they're just like Larry,
same age group,

same middle-class bracket.

And like a lot of them,

they didn't pursue
the scammers either.

- Some of these guys
came over here

and they lost a hell of a lot
more than 6K.

- Yeah.
- On Piotrek's document,

their accounts are marked
as closed,

so they basically got fleeced
and blacklisted.

- And what's Gil's status
on there?

- Oh, it's not listed.

- Unfortunately,
30 million in the bank

means that Gil's getting
special treatment.

- We need to ID our suspect.

- We can hit up that mixer
that Larry told us about.

If Bartek is still
managing the scam,

we might get a look at him.

- Good.

Dolinski,
we need a surveillance van.

- Uh, I'm afraid that resources
might be an issue.

The sergeant has to
approve everything.

- [scoffs] Unbelievable.

- Constable, there are
two people missing,

and we're hoping
they're still breathing.

Someone at that party
might have information.

Now, I'd like to believe

that there is a decent cop
under there.

So be a good lad,
and run it up the chain for us.

- Don't look at me.

Prove her right.

[tense music]

♪

[light jazzy music]

♪

- Well, except for a few
lonely hearts looking to flirt,

I don't see any guys.
There's no muscle.

The women are front
and center here.

- I see some dome cameras
above you.

- Yeah, they got them
at the exits too.

- Bartek's keeping tabs
on all his girls.

♪

[tense music]

♪

- Control room's clear.

Nobody's home.

♪

- It's rare to see
someone like you here.

- Well,
it's nice to be noticed.

- You'll be very popular.

- Smitty, that's her.

That's--

- Natalya Kovalenko.

And you are?

- Paying attention.

[lighter clicks]

♪

It's a nice night.

Should we take this outside?

♪

- First time in Warsaw?

- Perceptive.

You got a gift.

- That's what my mother
used to say.

- Yeah?

Is she gorgeous just like you?

- Oh, very funny.

[vehicle approaching]

[car door opens]

- Natalya, FBI. Get in.
- Gimme that. Let's go.

- You can't do this.
- Let's go.

- Stop!
- Get in.

- You can't do this!

♪

- You cannot treat me
like this.

- I'm gonna take these off,

but you're gonna
talk to us, okay?

- I told you, I don't know
any Gil Schrader.

- Well, he seems to know you.

- Piotrek spilled, too.

You gonna let him
throw you under the bus?

- Whatever he told you
is not the full story.

- Well, I doubt Poland
wants an illegal immigrant

defrauding people
in their own backyard.

You know, you just blew
any shot at citizenship.

- All I did was talk to Gil.

- You worked him.

- I was supposed to
bring him to Poland

by any means necessary.

- He thought you loved him.

- I had a job to do.

Gil had to see me get taken.

A staged abduction.

- Staged?

We found blood on his car.

- And you think I like to get
grabbed and thrown into a van

that smells like rotten eggs?

It had to be convincing.

Gil had to know
my life was in danger.

That way,
he gives whatever they ask.

- And then what happens?

Does he get to go home?

- As long as he pays,
we all get something.

- Yeah, but that's not
what happened.

Gil is still missing.

And I'm guessing you haven't
been paid yet, have you?

You want to know why?

Because Gil's bank accounts
have been frozen.

Nobody can touch his money.

- You have no idea
who you're dealing with.

These people, they're animals.

- We can offer you protection,

but you got to tell us
where Gil is.

- I don't know, I swear.

♪

I can give you the man
who does.

♪

- Dmytro Andrich,
AKA "Bartek,"

born in Ukraine,
relocated to Warsaw in 2022,

no listed address.

Compared to how these scammers
usually operate,

this guy is making waves--

drugs, human trafficking.

Cold-blooded
and cash-motivated.

We flagged a buried email
sent to Gil's daughter

with a contact number.

- It's now dead,
burner line most likely.

- Notice the timestamp
on the message.

- It was sent to Melissa
yesterday

after Gil's bank accounts
were frozen.

- Yeah, it's a ransom demand.

Once Gil's cash
went into lockdown,

Bartek knew he needed
another faucet.

- Right, someone he knew
would pay through the nose

for Gil's life.

- So if the kidnappers
reached out to her,

why haven't we heard
from Melissa?

- Because she's planning
to deliver.

♪

- 10 million.

That's what they said.

After you left,
they sent a video,

and they warned me, no cops.

I-I thought I was helping him.

I thought I was saving him
by freezing his accounts.

But I-I feel like maybe
I've served him up.

I just want to make sure
my dad comes home.

- But you haven't paid yet.

- No. I mean, we're trying.

But our business manager says
pulling that kind of cash

takes time.

- Can we see the ransom video?

[tense music]

♪

- Melissa,

they're not afraid
to hurt people.

And they're gonna
keep hurting me

until they're done with me.

These guys want $10 million.

I'm so sorry.

I messed up.

Please.

You'll get your money.

You'll get your money.
No!

[screaming]

♪

[wailing]

- We have analysts in Budapest
who should see this.

- Uh-huh

We--we have to pay it.

It's the only way.

- We need to think
this through.

- Is it your dad
that is tied to that chair?

I--we're talking about
his life here.

I-I don't want to
take any chances.

- I know that you're scared,
Melissa.

It is a strange thing
when the family roles reverse,

and suddenly,
we have to become the parents.

You're not gonna know how
to handle every situation,

but you don't have
to do this alone.

♪

- There might be a way
to salvage this

and keep Bartek on the hook.

Text him.

Play along with the ransom,
but only half.

Say you're working on the rest.

- But they're expecting
the whole 10 million.

I don't wanna--
- This is about

reopening the channel.
You want him to engage.

- Gil is his leverage.

He is not about to
throw that away.

- Get Bartek talking.

We're gonna tap and trace.

♪

- Okay.

Okay.
[sighs]

- We parsed through Gil's
ransom video, found a clue.

At one point, the mic picks up
an airplane passing over.

It had to be at
fairly low altitude.

- We cross-checked businesses
where gray Sprinter vans

were registered across
viable flight paths,

and we were able to narrow
it down from 174 possible

locations to 5 in Warsaw.

- Much better, but still
leaves four potential duds.

- Wait a minute,
didn't Natalya say

that the vehicle
had a rotten egg smell?

Are any of these vans
linked to industrial sites?

Because maybe what she noticed
was a chemical odor.

- I want a rundown
on those five locations.

Get me grocery lists, anything
in the ballpark of sulfur,

selenides, phosphines.

You're a genius, Cam.

- Got a match.

An industrial paper plant
in town.

Looks like they use
hydrogen sulfide

as part of
the treatment process.

I'm seeing a decommissioned
facility on site.

It's completely defunct.

- Good place
to pull some teeth.

♪

- So my dating app
suggested we match.

- I know.

I apologize.

I need to adjust
my age settings.

- [laughs]
- I'm new to all this.

I've been on the app
for, like, 15 minutes.

- No apology necessary.

I just thought it was funny.

- Yeah.

My last relationship
was three years,

and she ended it
right before I took the job.

- Can I give you a profile tip?

- Please.

- Maybe you tone down
all the golf talk.

- But I love golf.

- Okay, still,
for the purposes of dating--

- I got it. I got it.

- Okay.

[tense music]

♪

♪

- Did we get it wrong?

- No.

Corrugated steel, concrete--
it matches the ransom video.

♪

- We must have
just missed them.

♪

- I smell bleach.

This was a wipe-down.

♪

- Wes.

♪

They're taking fingers now.

♪

- First the root canal,
now this.

You need any more proof
that Gil's on his last leg?

- Why torture him?

That's not how
these scams work.

- This crew is
a different breed.

Bartek is showing us
just how far

he's willing to go to get paid.

The second finger is
a little less burnt.

Hopefully,
there's a print on it.

- I'll expedite the forensics.

And you'll have more resources
going forward.

- Good.

Thank you.

Now, if they were just here,

they might know
we're closing in on them.

How soon do you think before
they cut their losses?

- On it.

[distant siren wailing]

- CCTV footage from the street
shows our van leaving.

Got a nice two-shot
of our suspects.

- Okay, that's Bartek,
or Dmytro,

or whatever the hell
we're calling this douchebag.

- Question is,
who's his accomplice?

- Agent Mitchell.

Agent Vo.

I found it in one of
the garbage cans outside.

[clears throat]

- It's an external GPS module.

They probably ripped
that out of the van.

- The ports have
been blowtorched.

They really don't want
to be found.

- Yeah, it doesn't matter.

There's gonna be an OEM number
for this thing.

Let's get a copy
of the nav data.

- I'll let Amanda know.

- Hey, good work, Constable.

♪

[phone chimes]

- Oh, my God.

He agreed.

He said yes to the 5 million.

Okay, so wait,
how does this work?

What do we do?
- Not so fast, Melissa.

What else did Bartek say?

- [exhales]

He said, we have an hour
to transfer the funds

or--or they'll kill him.

- All right,
ask to speak to Gil.

Tell him you want
new proof of life.

You have to get him
on the phone,

and we'll trace his location.

- What makes you think
he'll listen to me?

- He wants that money.

- You have him on the hook.

Now, just keep him there.

- Okay.

Okay.

Okay, an hour.

I-I don't even know
if this is possible.

It's the middle of the night
back home.

What if I can't get this money?

- Melissa, one step at a time.

[phone chimes]

- He sent a file.

It's a voice note.

- Let's hear it.

Your phone is mirrored
to my system.

- Melissa, I'm sorry.

And I'm scared.

I want to go home.

I wish you weren't
in this mess with me.

I love you, baby girl--

♪

- Got a cell tower ping
of where his text came from,

but it's not a fixed address,

just a localized area
southeast of the city.

- Bartek's playing it smart.

He sent audio
to avoid a proper trace.

- What does that mean
for my dad?

What are we supposed to do now?

♪

- Got a positive match
on Bartek's chauffeur,

Fedir Kosh, Ukrainian.

He used to be a delivery driver
for the paper processing plant.

- Explains his access to
the facility and vehicle fleet.

Speaking of,
how are we looking?

- OEM navigation history
shows this van

made several pit stops
all around Warsaw

within the last week.

- Okay, keep your eyes peeled
for anything

that resembles a safe house.

Bartek's probably there now
trying to lay low and regroup.

- Mm, flagging this one--
unused residence

southeast of the city,
outskirts of Warsaw.

- Same area where Bartek's
messages were just pinged?

- Yep.

And now, we have an address.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Okay.

First team,
we breach the front.

Cam, you're on the back.

Gil is the priority.
Watch your fire.

Let's move out.

♪

Cam.

♪

Move up.

Hit it.

Get down!

- [speaking Polish]

- Get back! Get back!

[rapid gunfire]

- Man down.
- Get him back.

[gunfire]

- Cam, we're pinned down.

Make entry. Move, move.

- Wes, you need backup?
- Negative.

Make entry.
- Copy.

Going in.

♪

- [grunts]

♪

[distant gunfire]

♪

- [muffled screams]
- Shh.

We're with the FBI.

We're gonna get
you out of here, okay?

Package secured,
southeast corner of the house.

[gun clicks]

[rapid gunfire]

[gunfire]

- Breach.
Hit it.

- [speaking Polish]

[gunfire]

♪

- Cam?

Flashbang.

Bang out.

- [screams]

- Get down, down on the ground.

Clear.

Cam, you good?

- I'm okay.

I've got Gil.

- Ambulance is on the way.

There's no sign of Bartek.

- They didn't
take your fingers.

[ominous music]

♪

There's another hostage
out there.

- You've seen him before?

- He was there
during the abduction.

I left Ukraine
and came here with nothing.

These men,
they prey on women like me.

Once you're in their pocket,
they don't let you go.

Svolota!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Look, your cooperation did
help us catch this man,

but as long as Bartek
is still out there,

we need you under
police protection.

- Now,
this is really important.

Were you privy
to anything else?

Do you know about
a second hostage?

- No. Only Gil.

And they kept me in the dark.

♪

If you want the truth,

you have to squeeze.

♪

- How you doing?

Good news.

Gil's gonna be just fine.

- Piotrek's
and Natalya's testimony

really gives us an insight
of what you're up to.

We've got fraud,
extortion, hostage taking,

attempted murder.

Oof.

- You're gonna eat
that whole pie,

unless you cooperate.

- Does Bartek have
another victim?

Look, you help us out,
we could ask the Poles

to take it easy on you.

- We've got your prints
all over the burner phone

that you were
calling Melissa with.

It's all on you.

Dude, do you speak English?

Should we start
pulling out teeth?

Yeah, I know
you understand that.

- You're saying Gil
will make a full recovery?

Good. Good.

So how much time will I serve

with zero dead bodies, huh?

You people don't scare me.

♪

- Let him stew.

We'll figure something out.

- Regarding the fingers that
were recovered at the site,

forensics was able to salvage
prints off one.

It traces back
to a Keith Edmonds,

72-year-old male
out of Bristol,

MIA for four months.

- Records show that he came
to Poland and he never left.

We found no immediate family.

No one looked for him.

- We believe he was lured here,
like Gil.

His pension was the prize.

Retirement money
is all automated

with little to no oversight.

His UK bank shows that
as soon as his deposit hits,

there is also a withdrawal,
like clockwork.

- Four months of systematically
draining his account.

- And the withdrawals
were small enough

that nothing looked dodgy
at their end.

- I guess that was the idea
for Gil,

but when Bartek realized
he caught a white whale,

it escalated everything.

- If Edmonds is still out there
after four months,

no doubt he's given up hope.

But I haven't.

Look, I know
that getting Gil back

was the Bureau's priority,

so no one's asking you
to stick around.

But we don't have Bartek,

and I'm not sure I can leave
Warsaw in good conscience,

not when there might be another
victim still out there,

a Brit, no less.

- Smitty,
we're not going anywhere.

If it's important to you,
it's important to us.

- As you requested.

- You want to take a run
at our boy?

- I do.
- Let's go.

Keith Edmonds.

Is he still alive?

- It's the only piece
of leverage you have.

So I'd sit up straight.

- There was an offer on the
table to be tried in Poland.

Let's strike that
from the record.

- Yeah, you preyed
on American victims,

and you shot at federal agents
from the US government.

So we're gonna extradite you.

- You will face the full extent
of US punishment.

I will make sure of it.

Then there's your family.

They will be rounded up
and sent back to Ukraine.

You'll be thousands
of miles away.

Your daughters will grow up
without a father.

- The story is gonna be
that you rolled.

I'm sure your buddy's
contacts in Ukraine

are gonna love to hear that.

- Your wife will be
looking over her shoulder,

fearing for their lives.

That will be their reality
going forward.

- Or you can give us Bartek.

That's your only hope.

- And if I do?

- Well, you might just become
Poland's problem again.

They still want you.

And I suppose
your family can stay.

- Ten seconds, or that
offer walks out the door.

- No.

I need proper assurances.

- You got five seconds.

♪

19 Buska Street,

Mokotow District,
room number 11.

You better hurry.

Bartek will be cleaning up
after himself.

[grunts]

[tense music]

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Raines.

♪

[metal scraping]

Hands up.

Hands up,
or I drop you where you stand.

[tense music]

♪

On your knees.

♪

Face down.
Arms out.

- In here.

[muffled grunting]

We got Edmonds. He's alive.

♪

We got you.

Dolinski, we need
an ambulance here now.

We got him.

[somber music]

- Thank God.

[sobbing]

- You're gonna
be all right, mate.

- [sobbing]

- I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, Keith.

♪

[siren wailing]

- You okay?

- Yeah.

It means a lot that you
two saw it through with me.

- You've come through
for us 1,000 times.

We got your back.

- Thanks.

- Agent Mitchell.

It was a pleasure
working with you.

- Same.

- Would you care to trade pins?

- I don't keep the pin on me,

but I got something else.

- Very nice.

Thank you.

- Just be your own cop, kid.

Do things the right way.

They can never
take it away from you.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Melissa.

- Dad.

♪

Oh. [sobbing]

I'm so happy to see you.

♪

I'm so happy to see you.

♪

- Before you got here,
we ran a detail

for a blue chip CEO
doing business in town,

and he rented space
in this building.

Only comes back
a couple of times a year,

so he gave us the keys.

- Okay.

- He is also a golf nut.

- Dude.

♪

Isn't this like
a huge conflict of interest?

- You are right.

And we should probably leave.

- I didn't say it was
a bad conflict of interest.

♪

- Okay.

Well, we can use it
whenever we want,

I don't know, maybe for
that first date of yours.

I'm sure she will love
the golf simulator.

- Yeah, right, if she's lucky.

- [chuckles]

Beer.

- This is amazing.
- Do they have some?

Yes.

Look, I know dating
can be rough out here,

and you definitely
cannot force it,

but the next time
it's a Friday night

and you've spent the last hour
skimming through profiles,

you just hit us up for a beer.

I've got a group chat going,

and we are all
in the same boat.

- Thanks, Cam.

Mm, ladies first?
- Mm-mm.

Not my cup of tea.

- Amateurs think
you got to use your arms,

but the truth is, you got to
hit the shot with your core.

- Can you just hit the ball, please?

- You know,
it's my sincere hope

that one day,
you get firsthand knowledge

just how gratifying
this honorable

and centuries-old game can be.

- Oh, God, I hope not.

- [chuckles]

Ohh.

I'm home.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]