FBI: International (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Money Is Meaningless - full transcript
The Fly Team is off to Mallorca when an American is found brutally murdered.
Oh, yeah.
This'll do.
Welcome home, ladies
and gentlemen!
She's ours now!
Ah!
Play ball!
Eat the rich! Eat the rich!
Eat the rich!
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Yeah, of course.
Here come the lap dogs.
We're the real threat?
Not the billionaire class that
has you in their fat pockets,
corrupting and exploiting
the global economy?
You don't lift a
finger against them.
But oh, dear God,
the trespassers must be stopped.
Come and get me, pigs.
Oh, but don't forget your clubs
and your shields just to
show me how tough you are.
There's something
you need to see.
Now?
I found her like this.
I swear.
Police! Show me your hands!
Wait! Wait! She
was already dead!
Down on your knees now!
High five. High five. Good boy.
Hey. I'm impressed.
He's getting really
good at it now.
He'll do it as many
times as you want.
I bet.
You sure you still
have enough treats?
Oh, yeah, I still have
some from last time.
Okay, so I told your
mom this trip might be
a little longer
than the last one.
- You up for it?
- Of course.
That's even better.
Do you think I can teach
him to clean my room?
Uh, that sounds a little tricky,
but you know what?
I wouldn't put it past you two.
You know, Tank knows all
sorts of other tricks.
He used to be a police dog.
- Really?
- Oh, yeah.
He's basically a hero.
What can he do? Can you show me?
That's enough, Zsolt.
It's time to let
Mr. Forrester go.
Okay. Say goodbye, Tank.
Bye, buddy.
Thank you.
Come on, Tank.
Go on, buddy. Go.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
Don't miss me too much.
Take care.
- Did I miss it?
- No.
Raines is getting
ready to brief,
and I'm going back to the
GIGN for another week.
Seriously?
Yeah, I'm pretty sure
you signed off on it.
Of course I did.
Doesn't mean I can't be jealous.
Full week of tactical training.
You should sign up.
It's gonna be fun.
You two have a strange
definition of fun.
Good luck, Cameron.
I'll be with you guys in spirit.
Get out.
All right, Raines,
what do we got?
The Spanish National
Police in Mallorca
have requested our
help investigating
the death of an American
citizen, Emelia Sofer.
Cause of death... blunt
force trauma to the head.
Her body was still warm
when the police found
the bloody scene at a
protest staged by a group
- known as ETR, or Eat The Rich.
- Ooh, catchy.
Word from Smitty, who's
already at the scene,
is that the protest
was staged at a home
owned by the victim's
billionaire father-in-law,
Ronen Sofer.
Sofer? The blood diamond family?
That's right.
The mining business has
been good to the family
going back generations.
Recently, Ronen has become
a controversial figure.
He was sanctioned by the
international community
last year for allegedly
earning the bulk
of his $2.5 billion
fortune through corruption.
Allegedly?
The investigation
is still ongoing,
but he has a history of
skirting the laws against
conflict diamonds in the
Democratic Republic of Congo.
Oh, it's worse than that.
The Sofer family has spent
years bribing the DRC
into selling them
valuable mining assets
for pennies on the dollar.
The people get nothing
while the corrupt officials
and the Sofers make
enormous profits.
They are impoverishing
an entire nation
and getting rich doing it.
And now it's blowing
back on them.
The family's assets
have been frozen,
and he's been banned
from traveling or doing
any business in the EU.
But some activists
feel the punishments
haven't gone far enough.
How many of the
protestors are in custody?
28.
That is a lot of suspects.
ETR is the next generation
of Occupy Wall Street.
It's a bunch of kids who squat
in billionaires' mansions
and stage sit-ins around
their yachts for attention.
Their tactics are nonviolent.
Clearly, somebody in the
group didn't get the memo.
We were alerted to the break-in
by the home's alarm system,
but there are no security
cameras on the property.
Ronen Sofer guards his
privacy quite closely.
Presumably because of the
active Europol investigation
against him.
It was only a matter of
time before that group
of vandals escalated
to violence.
As far as I'm concerned,
they can all go down.
I hear you, Inspector Gutierrez,
but you're gonna need
to be a little more
specific than that.
We've taken statements
from all the protestors.
Only three were seen
going into the room
where the body was found.
So far, none have
admitted to the attack.
Nobody seems to be
broken up that there's
one less billionaire
in the world.
Despite the family's
legal situation,
Emelia's loss is a tragedy.
She was a lovely young
woman, and I will not
be satisfied until we brought
her killer to justice.
Of course.
Let me know if there's
anything you need.
What was that about?
The Sofer family spent
millions in property
and employment in Mallorca.
The sanctions were quite
a blow to the economy.
I'm not quite sure
how that's my fault.
So what's the plan?
You two head to the crime scene.
Jamie and I will
interview the protestors.
Yeah. I organized the protest.
But, like always, I made it
clear it would be peaceful.
You call thousands of
dollars in property damage
and a corpse peaceful?
She was already dead
when we got there.
Only three members of the group
were seen going
upstairs, Arturo...
Lizzy, Quinns, and you.
She was already dead
when we got there.
Well, we read your comments
on Emelia Sofer's
social media posts...
threatening comments.
That is protected
political speech.
Die, rich bitch, die?
This wasn't what
we signed up for.
Quinns said it would be
a trespassing charge.
I thought I'd get
hits on my Insta.
My people wouldn't hurt anyone.
Our movement is about exposing
the kleptocracy of the rich.
We were trying to get
the world's attention.
How's that working out for you?
Did you know the house
would be occupied?
No. We were sure it wouldn't be.
That's why we chose it.
The owners got kicked
out of the country.
This isn't just
going to go away.
I've seen your record.
Disorderly conduct, assault...
But she was already
dead when we got there.
Hey, you're talking to
the wrong guy, mate.
I was on the balcony in
full view of the cops
- the entire time.
- The entire time.
Mostly... I was in the house
for what, two minutes, tops?
You have priors on
your record, Arturo.
The smart play here
is to come clean.
You have no priors on
your record, Lizzy.
Smart play here
is to come clean.
Who went into that back bedroom?
I have absolutely no idea.
Who was the first
person in that room?
The first one who talks
gets the best deal.
I'm not saying anything else.
Arturo and Quinns are talking.
They both say you're the one who
went into the back bedroom.
What? They're lying.
We cannot help you unless
you tell us the truth.
Right now you're looking at an
accessory to murder, minimum.
How's eight years in
the Spanish prison
gonna look on your Insta?
Okay.
Okay.
I saw Arturo go into
the bedroom alone.
And he was carrying a golf
club that he was using
to smash up the place.
He came out a few minutes later,
and it looked like
he'd seen a ghost.
Did you see Arturo
hit Emelia Sofer?
She didn't actually see it.
Circumstantial evidence
is still evidence.
No. We need more.
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What are they saying?
Based on the way the blood
has pooled and dried,
Gutierrez's team can only
narrow down the time of death
to a two-hour period...
Approximately 1:00
p.m. to 3:00 p.m.
The silent alarm didn't
go off until 2:15.
So it's at least
theoretically possible
that Emelia was killed before
the protestors arrived.
Exactly. And here's
what I don't get.
Beating someone to death,
- it's a bit messy.
- Sure.
So why wasn't there more
blood on Arturo's clothing?
I thought you said they
found some on his cuff.
A few droplets.
But look at this.
Spatter from the
blows themselves.
Where's this same pattern
on the attacker's clothing?
We need to go back over
it with a fine-tooth comb.
First I want to
show you something.
- You found the golf club.
- Not exactly.
We were focused over
there, but check this out.
There are only 13
clubs in this bag.
You can safely assume I
know nothing about golf.
Where's the 9-iron?
Right.
We could test them
all for blood in here,
but I don't think
we'll find anything.
You ask me... our murder
weapon has got to be
the one club that's missing.
So how did the
killer dispose of it?
Damn it, I need to see her now!
Let me through. I
need to see her!
I'm Levy Sofer!
That's my wife in
there! This is my house!
Sir, you need to calm down.
Sir!
What have these bastards done?
- I need to see her.
- Sir, please...
I need to see my wife!
She's not here anymore.
Hey, listen to me.
Listen to me.
She's gone.
- She's gone.
- No.
No. No! No!
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Should have known something
like this would happen.
Ever since the
sanction, my family has
been persecuted relentlessly.
We lost our house in Barcelona.
We've been living in hotels,
scrambling to pay bills,
vilified in the press,
shouted at in restaurants,
threatened in the street.
Were any of these threats
from Eat the Rich members?
I'm not sure.
It all blends together into one
resentful mob after a while.
I know times are tough for
a lot of people right now.
But take all the rage and
discontent in the world
now-a-days, imagine
it focused on you.
It's terrifying.
If my father's company needs to
be sanctioned for its actions,
I can accept that.
But Emelia...
Take your time.
She had nothing to do
with the diamond business.
She had no interest in it.
She's not on the board.
She never even set
foot in the Congo.
And yet now the angry mob
think they can just kill her?
It's class warfare.
When was the last time
you saw your wife?
Yesterday morning.
I left early for a
meeting in Barcelona.
We'll need a list of
the people you met with.
Of course.
And Emelia, did she say
anything about going
to your father's house?
No.
She was planning
to stay in town.
There's a caf? in Placa De
Cort she spends a lot of time.
Was she meeting with anyone?
I don't know.
She didn't say,
and I didn't ask.
My wife valued her independence,
and I respected that.
Can you think of anyone
in your daughter's life
who might have wanted
to cause her harm?
No. No.
Emelia would never have
been a threat to anyone.
She was a generous,
kind-hearted person.
Her charity work.
Yeah.
She's been raising awareness
for the environment for years,
giving back.
She knew how lucky she was.
In what way?
We are hardly the Sofers.
Emelia didn't come from money.
She came to Europe on
a study abroad program
and she met Levy in a pub.
Storybook romance.
That's right.
They were in love
before she even learned
that he was the heir
to a diamond fortune.
How was their relationship
more recently?
Ronen's legal troubles were
looming over them both.
The last time she
called, Emelia said that
she wanted to move back
home to Minneapolis.
Had she told Levy about that?
Not yet.
She was worried that
he wouldn't want
to leave his family
and their lifestyle.
Would Levy ever hurt Emelia?
No, never.
He adored her.
Richard?
We love the boy.
But that family will
do whatever it takes
to keep what they have.
The simplest explanation
is that the protestors
were surprised to find
Emelia in the house.
They see her as a symbol
of wealth and corruption
and, whack, they make
an example of her.
Something isn't right.
What was she doing at
the house to begin with?
Picking something up.
Meeting someone there.
Well, if she was, she didn't
tell her husband about it.
We need to dig deeper into Levy
Sofer's possible motives...
insurance policies,
affairs, all of it.
This seems more like
a crime of passion
rather than a
political statement.
It'd be one hell of
a bad coincidence
for the protestors, that
they happened to stumble
- onto a murder scene.
- I don't know.
You start snooping around
enough billionaires'
back rooms, you're
bound to find a skeleton
- or two in the closet.
- Sorry.
I hate to interrupt...
not really...
I found something.
Turns out Emelia
Sofer's favorite caf?
has security cameras.
This is yesterday morning, a
few hours before her death.
She was meeting someone.
Who the hell is that?
That is the skeleton
in the closet.
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Yeah. Uh-huh. S?.
Gracias.
- Brian Clarke?
- Oh, yes?
We're with the FBI.
We'd like to ask
you a few questions.
I'm sorry. What's this about?
Emelia Sofer. You know her?
Yeah, we're friends.
Acquaintances, I guess.
When was the last
time you saw her?
Um, day before yesterday?
I'm sorry. Is she in trouble?
Her body was found a day ago.
We think it was a homicide.
Oh, God.
I don't understand. How? Why?
That's what we're
trying to work out.
How did you two know each other?
Um, uh, we met here, actually.
By chance, I guess.
I come here just
about every morning,
and about three months
ago, she noticed
I was wearing a Cal sweatshirt
and introduced herself.
- You're both alums?
- Yeah. That's right.
It's really nice having a
fellow expat to talk to.
Whenever we see each
other, we share a table.
Sometimes we go on
walks. That's it.
So you were just friends?
Definitely.
Um, not for lack of trying
on my part, to be honest,
but it's pretty obvious
that she loves her husband.
And when you saw her this week?
It was just like any
other day, really.
We went for a walk around
the shopping district
for about an hour,
and we talked.
And then I went
back to the office
for the rest of the day.
I work right across the
street at Banco Potencia.
Can anyone confirm
that you were there
- between 1:00 and 3:00?
- Oh, sure. Yeah.
Anybody at the office.
I was with the rest of
the accounting department
all afternoon.
On these walks with Emelia,
what did you guys talk about?
Her family, mostly.
You know about her family.
Yes.
She was horrified by
their business practices.
But there was no one else
she could admit that to.
She asked me if I could use
my expertise as an accountant
to investigate what her
options were financially,
independent of the Sofer family.
She felt trapped and afraid.
Afraid of who, exactly?
Her father-in-law.
Emelia told her
husband she wanted
to move home to Minneapolis.
Unfortunately, Ronen
vetoed the idea.
He was coming to handle
the problem in person.
I thought Ronen was forbidden
from entering the country.
I work in finance.
Since when do people that
rich care about the law?
We need to interview
Ronen Sofer now.
Well, I'm afraid
it's not that simple.
In my experience,
billionaires don't
exactly jump when summoned.
You think he paid somebody off?
It's hard to say, but I'm sure
he called all of his
friends in government
and reminded them of his
generosity to their campaigns.
It could take months
for us to even get
a statement from his attorney.
Then we'll have to get creative.
What do you have in mind?
We're gonna need a full
account of where you were
on the day of Emelia's death.
And since it didn't get
through to you last time,
- we want the truth.
- Seriously?
You think I would hurt my wife?
That's not me.
I loved her.
You failed to mention
she was leaving you.
She wasn't leaving, we were...
we were considering
relocating together.
Were you together
when she was killed?
I was in Barcelona on
business all day, like I said.
My office can confirm that.
And... and when
they do, I'm gonna
sue the hell out of all of you
for holding me without cause.
Here's the thing.
We're having a real hard
time verifying your alibi.
For some reason, nobody
seems to be able to tell us
who you were meeting with.
Who were you meeting with, Levy?
Why aren't they willing to come
in here and tell me about it?
Let me tell you what we think.
You were meeting
with your father.
You were worried
about your marriage,
so you told him Emelia's
plans about moving
back to Minneapolis.
But Ronen didn't
care about that.
He cared that good,
law-abiding Emelia
had suddenly started looking
into the family business.
So he came back
here, in violation
of the sanctions against him,
to take care of it personally.
Ronen summoned her
to the mansion.
And figuring that
she would cooperate
with the investigation
against him, he killed her.
None of this is true.
You're just... you're
just making things up.
Emelia couldn't
flip on my father
because she didn't know
anything about the business.
She was kept separate
from all of that.
Are you sure?
Was Ronen?
The scary part is, if not for
the protestors showing up,
you two probably would
have gotten away with it.
I was in Barcelona
the entire day.
So call Daddy and
convince him to talk to us
and straighten all this out.
Otherwise, your lifestyle
is gonna get a lot
less luxurious behind bars.
Okay.
You think that'll bring
out our billionaire?
Well, you definitely
made an impression.
Of course, if he's the
same man capable of killing
his own daughter-in-law,
he won't leave his son
hanging out to dry if
it served his purpose.
You never know what's
going on with a family
behind closed doors, do you?
I wish I felt better
about the motive.
Levy's not wrong.
We're grasping for straws there.
We're close. He wants
to do the right thing.
With enough time and
pressure, he'll flip.
That's enough. The
investigation is over.
What are you talking about?
The missing golf club was
discovered at the bottom
of the garden pond, and
Arturo's fingerprints
were found all over it.
Release Mr. Sofer immediately.
Hold on. Hold on.
We are in the middle
of something here.
One of the protestors
has agreed to testify
in exchange for a plea.
The matter has been
resolved to my satisfaction.
We owe it to Emelia
to get this right.
Agent Forrester, I am the
ranking authority here.
The FBI's help is
no longer needed.
Miss Garretson, please escort
your team off the island.
If you're planning on
telling me how to do my job,
- you can save it.
- I'm trying to do you a favor.
I learned years ago that
if Forrester's instinct
is that something isn't right,
then something isn't right.
This is my investigation and
my country, not the FBI's.
Okay. Well, then
let's talk evidence.
The club was submerged
in a pond for hours.
You might have been able
to lift fingerprints
off the metal, but I
damn well know that
any DNA from the victim
would have washed away.
Correct. And?
So you don't have
any proof that Arturo
used the golf club for
anything more than vandalism.
I have a body and Lizzy
Adams's testimony,
corroborated by fingerprints
that a violent criminal
with a history of
assault was smashing
everything he could find.
You have your team's instinct.
I have motive,
means, opportunity...
So where's the blood spatter
on your suspect's clothing?
A full forensic
analysis takes time.
Then why the rush to
end the investigation?
What's really going
on here, Isabel?
Because it sure looks
like you shut things down
as soon as the son
of a powerful family
became a suspect.
That is one hell
of an accusation
to make without evidence.
The idea that it would take
money to look the other way
is absurd.
But you and I both
know that corruption
doesn't always work that way.
It isn't always a quid pro quo
or an envelope under the table.
Sometimes it's just easier...
easier to settle on certain
suspects than others,
easier to lock onto the
ones that spend their days
vilifying cops and
look past the ones
who spend millions of dollars
supporting your island.
Maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe I'm crazy.
All I'm asking for
is a little more time
to let my people work.
Good news... the Spanish
police have agreed to let us
continue with our investigation.
Where's Scott?
He didn't exactly
wait for permission.
How much time did
you get us, Smitty?
48 hours, maybe.
You're on Levy's car, I take it.
It's our only chance of
tracking down Ronen Sofer.
You do realize that if I'd
failed to get authorization,
your actions would
be a violation
of international law.
I had total faith in you.
The Spanish police
were explicit.
You aren't allowed to use
any more strong-arm tactics
against the Sofer family.
Ah, they're just afraid
to piss off Ronen.
Yes, and so should you be.
He's dangerous, Scott.
Don't worry. I'll
keep my distance.
In the meantime,
have Kellett take
another run at the protestors.
Maybe now they'll be a
little more talkative.
We're way ahead of you.
I didn't do it.
You have to believe me.
I'll take a lie
detector test, anything.
Honestly, I don't think it
matters anymore, Arturo.
You're going down for
this, one way or the other.
Might as well just tell
us what really happened.
But I am telling you.
When we first got there, I saw
the golf club in the middle
of the living room.
I picked it up, but I
was just smashing stuff,
just... just having fun.
I never hit her, I swear.
So how'd you get her
blood on your sleeve?
I don't know.
When I got to the back
room, I saw her lying there.
I checked for a pulse, but...
and then I looked closer at the
golf club for the first time,
and I saw it had blood in it.
So I went out to the terrace
and tossed it in the pond.
You thought that would
make you look less guilty?
Look, I may not be the
smartest guy in the world,
but I know not to be standing
there with a golf club
in my hand when the cops come in
and they see a girl with
their head bashed in.
I'm impressed.
That's either the
God's honest truth
or the absolute worst
lie I've ever heard.
They're making him a scapegoat,
and everybody here knows it.
Look, Arturo made some
mistakes in his youth,
but he's not a violent bloke.
He wouldn't kill some
rich girl for kicks.
And Lizzy... lovely
and clueless...
is just saying whatever she
thinks you want to hear,
which you could see if
you weren't in the pocket
- of the Sofer family.
- Hey.
I'm the one trying to help
you and your friend here.
I wouldn't be wasting my time
with this conversation
otherwise.
If you're sure someone
in the Spanish police
is working with the Sofers,
give me a way to prove it.
You aren't like the
others, are you, love?
You actually believe me.
I am trying to.
But what is the actual
evidence of corruption
you're trying to expose?
Isn't that what your
group is all about?
Or is this just
all just outrage?
Okay, look. Here's
what I'm thinking.
Why hasn't the mansion
been seized already?
What do you mean?
Ronen Sofer lost access to
all his cars, his yachts,
his homes all over the world.
Yet, for some reason,
this one mansion
is left alone,
even though there's
valuable art, furniture
they're dying to repossess.
Spanish government just
lets it sit there untouched.
Why?
There's got to be
some fat cat official
on the take somewhere.
It's the only
possible explanation.
- No, it isn't.
- You got something?
Maybe.
But I need your help.
- Hey!
- Vamos.
You can't leave me like this!
You were right.
It's not a corrupt cop.
That's always good to hear.
The reason the mansion
was never seized
is because technically,
its owner was never
targeted by the sanctions.
Ronen doesn't own the house.
So who does?
I had to dig through shell
company after shell company.
But at the bottom of it all,
the real owner of the mansion
is Emelia.
Ronen put the property in his
American daughter-in-law's name
to protect it from
possible forfeiture.
That's the Sofers' motive.
They want their 79
million euro house back.
Emelia controlled the
family's last remaining asset,
and she was leaving
them all in the dust.
What the hell?
Get out of the car.
Get out of the car.
Tell Ronen I just want to talk.
Now!
Hands where we can see
them the whole time.
Okay, yes, I knew the
mansion was in Emelia's name.
When I looked into her
finances, I discovered
that Ronen was trying to
liquidate the property
and keep the
profits for himself.
- A loophole in the sanctions.
- That's right.
The catch was, Ronen
needed Emelia to sign off.
So he sends her this
huge document...
And tells her to
sign just on the X.
She brings it to me.
And once I explain to her
what she's actually signing,
she won't do it.
She knew it was illegal.
And you didn't think to report
the scheme to any authorities?
Emelia didn't want me to.
She had her own plan that
she needed my help with.
She wanted to donate
the mansion to charity.
So why didn't you
tell us all of this
the last time we talked?
Emelia swore me to secrecy.
She feared that if her family
figured out what we were
trying to do before
the deal was final,
we would be in danger, and
clearly, she was right.
Do you have any
proof of all this...
a paper trail of Ronen's attempt
to circumvent the sanctions?
Well, come on.
Paperwork is what I do.
But, yes, I have a copy of
everything in my apartment.
Good. Take us there.
Um, but... sorry.
We got to work something out.
In exchange, you got to keep
my name out of this completely.
I know what Ronen Sofer will
do to anyone who crosses...
Jamie, Scott's not
answering his phone.
He sent his location
but nothing else.
I think he might be in trouble.
Go. I'll finish up.
Cameron, have you
heard from Scott?
No. That's why I'm calling you.
I saw the text. Is
everything okay?
It's hard to say.
Forrester was following a lead
on his own and went quiet.
I should never have let
him out of my sight.
You guys are shorthanded.
Don't... don't you dare.
This is a mess purely
of my own making.
If I'd have kept
my big mouth shut,
we'd all be safely home by now.
- With the job done?
- Does it matter?
I've managed to piss off so
many people on this island,
from a police inspector
to a billionaire.
And they would all love
nothing more than to see me
- sacked if we get this wrong.
- You won't.
You'll get it right, and
when you close this case,
all will be forgiven.
Yeah, fair enough.
I would rather be wrong about
Ronen Sofer and lose my job
than be right and lose Scott.
I understand.
And I wish I was there
with you guys, believe me.
But if Forrester's gone
quiet, there's bound
to be a good reason for it.
He can take care of himself.
You know that.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Ah.
Agent Forrester, how
nice of you to join us.
Please.
So you want to talk.
Let's talk.
It's a nice view.
Mallorca was always so peaceful.
For years, I felt safe.
If I could, I would never leave.
Well, then it's a real
shame sitting here
is in violation
of your sanctions.
I am confident that an
exception could be made,
given our recent family tragedy.
Even if you were the one
behind those tragedies?
Is that what you think?
I think the protestors are
a convenient scapegoat.
Really, this is
all about a family
fighting for the scraps of
what's left of their fortune.
We were cleared of all charges.
You don't think we've
suffered enough?
Levy, please.
They think we had Emelia killed.
We don't have to sit
here and listen to that.
I didn't do anything.
Son, enough.
Let's go for a walk.
Seriously?
You were probably right
about the protestors.
As annoying and
misguided as they are,
this was never about them.
So what is it really about?
Look, if you have information
on who killed Emelia,
you can trust me with it.
And no one has to know
that it came from you.
Very well.
I put our Mallorca
home in Emelia's name.
What father wouldn't
want to take care
of his family future
for generations?
But I have many connections
in the banking industry.
And when they alerted me
that Emelia was looking
to sell the property,
I made it my business
to find out exactly
what was going on.
I can't imagine you were
pleased with what you found.
If she wants to save
the planet or whatever,
that's all right.
But there's no way
in hell I would let
a family member of
mine be scammed.
Scammed?
The charity that Emilia
thought she was donating to
was a fake.
Some American accountant
set up the deal
so that 79 million
euros would go
straight into his own pocket.
And you couldn't
go to the police
without implicating yourself.
I offered to take
care of the situation,
but Emilia insisted on
handling it herself.
Apparently, she was done taking
help from me of any kind.
Do you think that she confronted
the accountant on her own?
I cannot be sure,
but they found her
body that same day.
Hey. Everything okay?
We didn't hear back.
Brian Clarke killed Emelia.
Do we know where he is?
We were just talking to him,
but his alibi checks out.
The forensics for
the time of death...
We were probably wrong.
Gutierrez must have
tweaked her report
to match the
protestors' timeline.
Do we have Clarke?
Where is he now?
Sorry it's a mess.
I wasn't exactly
expecting company.
That's all right.
All I care about is the
real estate transaction.
Yeah, okay.
It's over here somewhere.
I hope your fellow
agent is okay.
These people... they
get so rich they think
they can get away with
anything, you know?
Uh-huh.
Here it is.
I guess I got to work on
my filing system, huh?
Is there a problem?
No, all good.
She didn't believe Ronen.
She knew that his
accusations against me
were just another scam.
She trusted me because
I was the only one
that actually cared about her.
The paper trail tells a
different story, though.
Doesn't it?
You think I don't know the
difference between a legit
501 and a cleverly
disguised series
of pass-through entities
leading to an offshore
shell company with your aunt's
social security
number on the LLC1?
Paperwork is what I do too.
It's just an innocent
misunderstanding.
No, no, no. We're way
past that now, Brian.
You attacked an FBI agent.
How did Emelia end up dead?
I don't know.
She kept asking questions.
She thought we should go to
the police for protection.
I told her I would
take care of it,
but I guess she wasn't
satisfied with that.
And then you got angry.
No. No.
We found your clothes
in the dumpster
by your apartment,
spattered in her blood, Brian.
She trusted you.
She was trying to get
back at her family, right?
What difference does it make
where the money ends up?
Money is meaningless
to these people.
But to me, it would
be life changing.
After all the times
I'd been there for her,
I listened to her, I put
my neck on the line...
repaying me would
cost her nothing.
Nothing.
And when she didn't
see it that way?
Quantico reran the
forensic reports.
The window for time of death
was substantially larger
than what Gutierrez gave us.
And it included a full
hour before Clarke
was seen at his office.
The Spanish police
were so convinced
that the protestors
were involved that
they gave the real
killer an alibi.
Do you think it was deliberate?
No, just an easy mistake.
Yeah.
Thank you.
For what?
For going to bat for us.
It was nothing. The team
did all the hard work.
Especially Keller, who has
the bruises to prove it.
True, but you put
a lot on the line
based on a hunch of
mine at that point,
and I appreciate it.
If we had come up empty,
you know I would have...
Don't be ridiculous.
I had total faith in you.
So that's it, then.
Not even so much as a thank you?
A thank you?
If we hadn't broken
into that house,
you would have never
found the lady.
Without our help, you
wouldn't have cracked it.
Instead of a trespassing charge,
we should be getting a medal.
Good luck with that.
You know, we got another
protest planned back in London
in the next few days.
You should join us.
You strike me as the
type who's not afraid
to make a little trouble
when it's called for.
Maybe.
But a guy like you doesn't
even care about his own cause.
I saw your social media
history going back years.
This was all for
clicks and likes
and sleeping with as many
idealistic young women
as you can.
So I'll pass.
Come on, brother.
Let's go before they charge
me for that murder too.
Agent Forrester, I hear
you made an arrest.
Your family has been
cleared of all charges
relating to Emelia's death.
Whether you're guilty
of violating the terms
of your sanctions,
that's another story.
One that will likely
take years of litigation
to be resolved.
For now, you're free to go.
And in the meantime,
the government
will keep all of our property.
How nice of them.
I'm sorry for your loss.
It isn't too late, Levy.
We could help you
get to the States.
Leave the family
business behind.
Maybe spend some time
with Emelia's parents
until you get settled.
That's what she wanted.
Son! Let's go.
Hey. Come here.
Oh, I missed you too. Oh,
missed you, too, buddy.
- How'd it go?
- Good. Tank was great.
I couldn't teach him to
clean up my room, though,
no matter how many
treats I gave him.
Oh, that's okay. I'm sure
he liked the company.
Oh.
There's a little
extra in there for you
just in case you
need some treats too.
Something wrong?
Hey.
Come on. You can talk to me.
You said Tank was a police dog.
Yeah, that's right.
So does that mean he can
tell if he's around someone
who's done bad things?
Well, that depends.
Why did you ask me
that? What's going on?
_
This'll do.
Welcome home, ladies
and gentlemen!
She's ours now!
Ah!
Play ball!
Eat the rich! Eat the rich!
Eat the rich!
_
_
_
_
Yeah, of course.
Here come the lap dogs.
We're the real threat?
Not the billionaire class that
has you in their fat pockets,
corrupting and exploiting
the global economy?
You don't lift a
finger against them.
But oh, dear God,
the trespassers must be stopped.
Come and get me, pigs.
Oh, but don't forget your clubs
and your shields just to
show me how tough you are.
There's something
you need to see.
Now?
I found her like this.
I swear.
Police! Show me your hands!
Wait! Wait! She
was already dead!
Down on your knees now!
High five. High five. Good boy.
Hey. I'm impressed.
He's getting really
good at it now.
He'll do it as many
times as you want.
I bet.
You sure you still
have enough treats?
Oh, yeah, I still have
some from last time.
Okay, so I told your
mom this trip might be
a little longer
than the last one.
- You up for it?
- Of course.
That's even better.
Do you think I can teach
him to clean my room?
Uh, that sounds a little tricky,
but you know what?
I wouldn't put it past you two.
You know, Tank knows all
sorts of other tricks.
He used to be a police dog.
- Really?
- Oh, yeah.
He's basically a hero.
What can he do? Can you show me?
That's enough, Zsolt.
It's time to let
Mr. Forrester go.
Okay. Say goodbye, Tank.
Bye, buddy.
Thank you.
Come on, Tank.
Go on, buddy. Go.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
Don't miss me too much.
Take care.
- Did I miss it?
- No.
Raines is getting
ready to brief,
and I'm going back to the
GIGN for another week.
Seriously?
Yeah, I'm pretty sure
you signed off on it.
Of course I did.
Doesn't mean I can't be jealous.
Full week of tactical training.
You should sign up.
It's gonna be fun.
You two have a strange
definition of fun.
Good luck, Cameron.
I'll be with you guys in spirit.
Get out.
All right, Raines,
what do we got?
The Spanish National
Police in Mallorca
have requested our
help investigating
the death of an American
citizen, Emelia Sofer.
Cause of death... blunt
force trauma to the head.
Her body was still warm
when the police found
the bloody scene at a
protest staged by a group
- known as ETR, or Eat The Rich.
- Ooh, catchy.
Word from Smitty, who's
already at the scene,
is that the protest
was staged at a home
owned by the victim's
billionaire father-in-law,
Ronen Sofer.
Sofer? The blood diamond family?
That's right.
The mining business has
been good to the family
going back generations.
Recently, Ronen has become
a controversial figure.
He was sanctioned by the
international community
last year for allegedly
earning the bulk
of his $2.5 billion
fortune through corruption.
Allegedly?
The investigation
is still ongoing,
but he has a history of
skirting the laws against
conflict diamonds in the
Democratic Republic of Congo.
Oh, it's worse than that.
The Sofer family has spent
years bribing the DRC
into selling them
valuable mining assets
for pennies on the dollar.
The people get nothing
while the corrupt officials
and the Sofers make
enormous profits.
They are impoverishing
an entire nation
and getting rich doing it.
And now it's blowing
back on them.
The family's assets
have been frozen,
and he's been banned
from traveling or doing
any business in the EU.
But some activists
feel the punishments
haven't gone far enough.
How many of the
protestors are in custody?
28.
That is a lot of suspects.
ETR is the next generation
of Occupy Wall Street.
It's a bunch of kids who squat
in billionaires' mansions
and stage sit-ins around
their yachts for attention.
Their tactics are nonviolent.
Clearly, somebody in the
group didn't get the memo.
We were alerted to the break-in
by the home's alarm system,
but there are no security
cameras on the property.
Ronen Sofer guards his
privacy quite closely.
Presumably because of the
active Europol investigation
against him.
It was only a matter of
time before that group
of vandals escalated
to violence.
As far as I'm concerned,
they can all go down.
I hear you, Inspector Gutierrez,
but you're gonna need
to be a little more
specific than that.
We've taken statements
from all the protestors.
Only three were seen
going into the room
where the body was found.
So far, none have
admitted to the attack.
Nobody seems to be
broken up that there's
one less billionaire
in the world.
Despite the family's
legal situation,
Emelia's loss is a tragedy.
She was a lovely young
woman, and I will not
be satisfied until we brought
her killer to justice.
Of course.
Let me know if there's
anything you need.
What was that about?
The Sofer family spent
millions in property
and employment in Mallorca.
The sanctions were quite
a blow to the economy.
I'm not quite sure
how that's my fault.
So what's the plan?
You two head to the crime scene.
Jamie and I will
interview the protestors.
Yeah. I organized the protest.
But, like always, I made it
clear it would be peaceful.
You call thousands of
dollars in property damage
and a corpse peaceful?
She was already dead
when we got there.
Only three members of the group
were seen going
upstairs, Arturo...
Lizzy, Quinns, and you.
She was already dead
when we got there.
Well, we read your comments
on Emelia Sofer's
social media posts...
threatening comments.
That is protected
political speech.
Die, rich bitch, die?
This wasn't what
we signed up for.
Quinns said it would be
a trespassing charge.
I thought I'd get
hits on my Insta.
My people wouldn't hurt anyone.
Our movement is about exposing
the kleptocracy of the rich.
We were trying to get
the world's attention.
How's that working out for you?
Did you know the house
would be occupied?
No. We were sure it wouldn't be.
That's why we chose it.
The owners got kicked
out of the country.
This isn't just
going to go away.
I've seen your record.
Disorderly conduct, assault...
But she was already
dead when we got there.
Hey, you're talking to
the wrong guy, mate.
I was on the balcony in
full view of the cops
- the entire time.
- The entire time.
Mostly... I was in the house
for what, two minutes, tops?
You have priors on
your record, Arturo.
The smart play here
is to come clean.
You have no priors on
your record, Lizzy.
Smart play here
is to come clean.
Who went into that back bedroom?
I have absolutely no idea.
Who was the first
person in that room?
The first one who talks
gets the best deal.
I'm not saying anything else.
Arturo and Quinns are talking.
They both say you're the one who
went into the back bedroom.
What? They're lying.
We cannot help you unless
you tell us the truth.
Right now you're looking at an
accessory to murder, minimum.
How's eight years in
the Spanish prison
gonna look on your Insta?
Okay.
Okay.
I saw Arturo go into
the bedroom alone.
And he was carrying a golf
club that he was using
to smash up the place.
He came out a few minutes later,
and it looked like
he'd seen a ghost.
Did you see Arturo
hit Emelia Sofer?
She didn't actually see it.
Circumstantial evidence
is still evidence.
No. We need more.
_
_
What are they saying?
Based on the way the blood
has pooled and dried,
Gutierrez's team can only
narrow down the time of death
to a two-hour period...
Approximately 1:00
p.m. to 3:00 p.m.
The silent alarm didn't
go off until 2:15.
So it's at least
theoretically possible
that Emelia was killed before
the protestors arrived.
Exactly. And here's
what I don't get.
Beating someone to death,
- it's a bit messy.
- Sure.
So why wasn't there more
blood on Arturo's clothing?
I thought you said they
found some on his cuff.
A few droplets.
But look at this.
Spatter from the
blows themselves.
Where's this same pattern
on the attacker's clothing?
We need to go back over
it with a fine-tooth comb.
First I want to
show you something.
- You found the golf club.
- Not exactly.
We were focused over
there, but check this out.
There are only 13
clubs in this bag.
You can safely assume I
know nothing about golf.
Where's the 9-iron?
Right.
We could test them
all for blood in here,
but I don't think
we'll find anything.
You ask me... our murder
weapon has got to be
the one club that's missing.
So how did the
killer dispose of it?
Damn it, I need to see her now!
Let me through. I
need to see her!
I'm Levy Sofer!
That's my wife in
there! This is my house!
Sir, you need to calm down.
Sir!
What have these bastards done?
- I need to see her.
- Sir, please...
I need to see my wife!
She's not here anymore.
Hey, listen to me.
Listen to me.
She's gone.
- She's gone.
- No.
No. No! No!
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Should have known something
like this would happen.
Ever since the
sanction, my family has
been persecuted relentlessly.
We lost our house in Barcelona.
We've been living in hotels,
scrambling to pay bills,
vilified in the press,
shouted at in restaurants,
threatened in the street.
Were any of these threats
from Eat the Rich members?
I'm not sure.
It all blends together into one
resentful mob after a while.
I know times are tough for
a lot of people right now.
But take all the rage and
discontent in the world
now-a-days, imagine
it focused on you.
It's terrifying.
If my father's company needs to
be sanctioned for its actions,
I can accept that.
But Emelia...
Take your time.
She had nothing to do
with the diamond business.
She had no interest in it.
She's not on the board.
She never even set
foot in the Congo.
And yet now the angry mob
think they can just kill her?
It's class warfare.
When was the last time
you saw your wife?
Yesterday morning.
I left early for a
meeting in Barcelona.
We'll need a list of
the people you met with.
Of course.
And Emelia, did she say
anything about going
to your father's house?
No.
She was planning
to stay in town.
There's a caf? in Placa De
Cort she spends a lot of time.
Was she meeting with anyone?
I don't know.
She didn't say,
and I didn't ask.
My wife valued her independence,
and I respected that.
Can you think of anyone
in your daughter's life
who might have wanted
to cause her harm?
No. No.
Emelia would never have
been a threat to anyone.
She was a generous,
kind-hearted person.
Her charity work.
Yeah.
She's been raising awareness
for the environment for years,
giving back.
She knew how lucky she was.
In what way?
We are hardly the Sofers.
Emelia didn't come from money.
She came to Europe on
a study abroad program
and she met Levy in a pub.
Storybook romance.
That's right.
They were in love
before she even learned
that he was the heir
to a diamond fortune.
How was their relationship
more recently?
Ronen's legal troubles were
looming over them both.
The last time she
called, Emelia said that
she wanted to move back
home to Minneapolis.
Had she told Levy about that?
Not yet.
She was worried that
he wouldn't want
to leave his family
and their lifestyle.
Would Levy ever hurt Emelia?
No, never.
He adored her.
Richard?
We love the boy.
But that family will
do whatever it takes
to keep what they have.
The simplest explanation
is that the protestors
were surprised to find
Emelia in the house.
They see her as a symbol
of wealth and corruption
and, whack, they make
an example of her.
Something isn't right.
What was she doing at
the house to begin with?
Picking something up.
Meeting someone there.
Well, if she was, she didn't
tell her husband about it.
We need to dig deeper into Levy
Sofer's possible motives...
insurance policies,
affairs, all of it.
This seems more like
a crime of passion
rather than a
political statement.
It'd be one hell of
a bad coincidence
for the protestors, that
they happened to stumble
- onto a murder scene.
- I don't know.
You start snooping around
enough billionaires'
back rooms, you're
bound to find a skeleton
- or two in the closet.
- Sorry.
I hate to interrupt...
not really...
I found something.
Turns out Emelia
Sofer's favorite caf?
has security cameras.
This is yesterday morning, a
few hours before her death.
She was meeting someone.
Who the hell is that?
That is the skeleton
in the closet.
_
Yeah. Uh-huh. S?.
Gracias.
- Brian Clarke?
- Oh, yes?
We're with the FBI.
We'd like to ask
you a few questions.
I'm sorry. What's this about?
Emelia Sofer. You know her?
Yeah, we're friends.
Acquaintances, I guess.
When was the last
time you saw her?
Um, day before yesterday?
I'm sorry. Is she in trouble?
Her body was found a day ago.
We think it was a homicide.
Oh, God.
I don't understand. How? Why?
That's what we're
trying to work out.
How did you two know each other?
Um, uh, we met here, actually.
By chance, I guess.
I come here just
about every morning,
and about three months
ago, she noticed
I was wearing a Cal sweatshirt
and introduced herself.
- You're both alums?
- Yeah. That's right.
It's really nice having a
fellow expat to talk to.
Whenever we see each
other, we share a table.
Sometimes we go on
walks. That's it.
So you were just friends?
Definitely.
Um, not for lack of trying
on my part, to be honest,
but it's pretty obvious
that she loves her husband.
And when you saw her this week?
It was just like any
other day, really.
We went for a walk around
the shopping district
for about an hour,
and we talked.
And then I went
back to the office
for the rest of the day.
I work right across the
street at Banco Potencia.
Can anyone confirm
that you were there
- between 1:00 and 3:00?
- Oh, sure. Yeah.
Anybody at the office.
I was with the rest of
the accounting department
all afternoon.
On these walks with Emelia,
what did you guys talk about?
Her family, mostly.
You know about her family.
Yes.
She was horrified by
their business practices.
But there was no one else
she could admit that to.
She asked me if I could use
my expertise as an accountant
to investigate what her
options were financially,
independent of the Sofer family.
She felt trapped and afraid.
Afraid of who, exactly?
Her father-in-law.
Emelia told her
husband she wanted
to move home to Minneapolis.
Unfortunately, Ronen
vetoed the idea.
He was coming to handle
the problem in person.
I thought Ronen was forbidden
from entering the country.
I work in finance.
Since when do people that
rich care about the law?
We need to interview
Ronen Sofer now.
Well, I'm afraid
it's not that simple.
In my experience,
billionaires don't
exactly jump when summoned.
You think he paid somebody off?
It's hard to say, but I'm sure
he called all of his
friends in government
and reminded them of his
generosity to their campaigns.
It could take months
for us to even get
a statement from his attorney.
Then we'll have to get creative.
What do you have in mind?
We're gonna need a full
account of where you were
on the day of Emelia's death.
And since it didn't get
through to you last time,
- we want the truth.
- Seriously?
You think I would hurt my wife?
That's not me.
I loved her.
You failed to mention
she was leaving you.
She wasn't leaving, we were...
we were considering
relocating together.
Were you together
when she was killed?
I was in Barcelona on
business all day, like I said.
My office can confirm that.
And... and when
they do, I'm gonna
sue the hell out of all of you
for holding me without cause.
Here's the thing.
We're having a real hard
time verifying your alibi.
For some reason, nobody
seems to be able to tell us
who you were meeting with.
Who were you meeting with, Levy?
Why aren't they willing to come
in here and tell me about it?
Let me tell you what we think.
You were meeting
with your father.
You were worried
about your marriage,
so you told him Emelia's
plans about moving
back to Minneapolis.
But Ronen didn't
care about that.
He cared that good,
law-abiding Emelia
had suddenly started looking
into the family business.
So he came back
here, in violation
of the sanctions against him,
to take care of it personally.
Ronen summoned her
to the mansion.
And figuring that
she would cooperate
with the investigation
against him, he killed her.
None of this is true.
You're just... you're
just making things up.
Emelia couldn't
flip on my father
because she didn't know
anything about the business.
She was kept separate
from all of that.
Are you sure?
Was Ronen?
The scary part is, if not for
the protestors showing up,
you two probably would
have gotten away with it.
I was in Barcelona
the entire day.
So call Daddy and
convince him to talk to us
and straighten all this out.
Otherwise, your lifestyle
is gonna get a lot
less luxurious behind bars.
Okay.
You think that'll bring
out our billionaire?
Well, you definitely
made an impression.
Of course, if he's the
same man capable of killing
his own daughter-in-law,
he won't leave his son
hanging out to dry if
it served his purpose.
You never know what's
going on with a family
behind closed doors, do you?
I wish I felt better
about the motive.
Levy's not wrong.
We're grasping for straws there.
We're close. He wants
to do the right thing.
With enough time and
pressure, he'll flip.
That's enough. The
investigation is over.
What are you talking about?
The missing golf club was
discovered at the bottom
of the garden pond, and
Arturo's fingerprints
were found all over it.
Release Mr. Sofer immediately.
Hold on. Hold on.
We are in the middle
of something here.
One of the protestors
has agreed to testify
in exchange for a plea.
The matter has been
resolved to my satisfaction.
We owe it to Emelia
to get this right.
Agent Forrester, I am the
ranking authority here.
The FBI's help is
no longer needed.
Miss Garretson, please escort
your team off the island.
If you're planning on
telling me how to do my job,
- you can save it.
- I'm trying to do you a favor.
I learned years ago that
if Forrester's instinct
is that something isn't right,
then something isn't right.
This is my investigation and
my country, not the FBI's.
Okay. Well, then
let's talk evidence.
The club was submerged
in a pond for hours.
You might have been able
to lift fingerprints
off the metal, but I
damn well know that
any DNA from the victim
would have washed away.
Correct. And?
So you don't have
any proof that Arturo
used the golf club for
anything more than vandalism.
I have a body and Lizzy
Adams's testimony,
corroborated by fingerprints
that a violent criminal
with a history of
assault was smashing
everything he could find.
You have your team's instinct.
I have motive,
means, opportunity...
So where's the blood spatter
on your suspect's clothing?
A full forensic
analysis takes time.
Then why the rush to
end the investigation?
What's really going
on here, Isabel?
Because it sure looks
like you shut things down
as soon as the son
of a powerful family
became a suspect.
That is one hell
of an accusation
to make without evidence.
The idea that it would take
money to look the other way
is absurd.
But you and I both
know that corruption
doesn't always work that way.
It isn't always a quid pro quo
or an envelope under the table.
Sometimes it's just easier...
easier to settle on certain
suspects than others,
easier to lock onto the
ones that spend their days
vilifying cops and
look past the ones
who spend millions of dollars
supporting your island.
Maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe I'm crazy.
All I'm asking for
is a little more time
to let my people work.
Good news... the Spanish
police have agreed to let us
continue with our investigation.
Where's Scott?
He didn't exactly
wait for permission.
How much time did
you get us, Smitty?
48 hours, maybe.
You're on Levy's car, I take it.
It's our only chance of
tracking down Ronen Sofer.
You do realize that if I'd
failed to get authorization,
your actions would
be a violation
of international law.
I had total faith in you.
The Spanish police
were explicit.
You aren't allowed to use
any more strong-arm tactics
against the Sofer family.
Ah, they're just afraid
to piss off Ronen.
Yes, and so should you be.
He's dangerous, Scott.
Don't worry. I'll
keep my distance.
In the meantime,
have Kellett take
another run at the protestors.
Maybe now they'll be a
little more talkative.
We're way ahead of you.
I didn't do it.
You have to believe me.
I'll take a lie
detector test, anything.
Honestly, I don't think it
matters anymore, Arturo.
You're going down for
this, one way or the other.
Might as well just tell
us what really happened.
But I am telling you.
When we first got there, I saw
the golf club in the middle
of the living room.
I picked it up, but I
was just smashing stuff,
just... just having fun.
I never hit her, I swear.
So how'd you get her
blood on your sleeve?
I don't know.
When I got to the back
room, I saw her lying there.
I checked for a pulse, but...
and then I looked closer at the
golf club for the first time,
and I saw it had blood in it.
So I went out to the terrace
and tossed it in the pond.
You thought that would
make you look less guilty?
Look, I may not be the
smartest guy in the world,
but I know not to be standing
there with a golf club
in my hand when the cops come in
and they see a girl with
their head bashed in.
I'm impressed.
That's either the
God's honest truth
or the absolute worst
lie I've ever heard.
They're making him a scapegoat,
and everybody here knows it.
Look, Arturo made some
mistakes in his youth,
but he's not a violent bloke.
He wouldn't kill some
rich girl for kicks.
And Lizzy... lovely
and clueless...
is just saying whatever she
thinks you want to hear,
which you could see if
you weren't in the pocket
- of the Sofer family.
- Hey.
I'm the one trying to help
you and your friend here.
I wouldn't be wasting my time
with this conversation
otherwise.
If you're sure someone
in the Spanish police
is working with the Sofers,
give me a way to prove it.
You aren't like the
others, are you, love?
You actually believe me.
I am trying to.
But what is the actual
evidence of corruption
you're trying to expose?
Isn't that what your
group is all about?
Or is this just
all just outrage?
Okay, look. Here's
what I'm thinking.
Why hasn't the mansion
been seized already?
What do you mean?
Ronen Sofer lost access to
all his cars, his yachts,
his homes all over the world.
Yet, for some reason,
this one mansion
is left alone,
even though there's
valuable art, furniture
they're dying to repossess.
Spanish government just
lets it sit there untouched.
Why?
There's got to be
some fat cat official
on the take somewhere.
It's the only
possible explanation.
- No, it isn't.
- You got something?
Maybe.
But I need your help.
- Hey!
- Vamos.
You can't leave me like this!
You were right.
It's not a corrupt cop.
That's always good to hear.
The reason the mansion
was never seized
is because technically,
its owner was never
targeted by the sanctions.
Ronen doesn't own the house.
So who does?
I had to dig through shell
company after shell company.
But at the bottom of it all,
the real owner of the mansion
is Emelia.
Ronen put the property in his
American daughter-in-law's name
to protect it from
possible forfeiture.
That's the Sofers' motive.
They want their 79
million euro house back.
Emelia controlled the
family's last remaining asset,
and she was leaving
them all in the dust.
What the hell?
Get out of the car.
Get out of the car.
Tell Ronen I just want to talk.
Now!
Hands where we can see
them the whole time.
Okay, yes, I knew the
mansion was in Emelia's name.
When I looked into her
finances, I discovered
that Ronen was trying to
liquidate the property
and keep the
profits for himself.
- A loophole in the sanctions.
- That's right.
The catch was, Ronen
needed Emelia to sign off.
So he sends her this
huge document...
And tells her to
sign just on the X.
She brings it to me.
And once I explain to her
what she's actually signing,
she won't do it.
She knew it was illegal.
And you didn't think to report
the scheme to any authorities?
Emelia didn't want me to.
She had her own plan that
she needed my help with.
She wanted to donate
the mansion to charity.
So why didn't you
tell us all of this
the last time we talked?
Emelia swore me to secrecy.
She feared that if her family
figured out what we were
trying to do before
the deal was final,
we would be in danger, and
clearly, she was right.
Do you have any
proof of all this...
a paper trail of Ronen's attempt
to circumvent the sanctions?
Well, come on.
Paperwork is what I do.
But, yes, I have a copy of
everything in my apartment.
Good. Take us there.
Um, but... sorry.
We got to work something out.
In exchange, you got to keep
my name out of this completely.
I know what Ronen Sofer will
do to anyone who crosses...
Jamie, Scott's not
answering his phone.
He sent his location
but nothing else.
I think he might be in trouble.
Go. I'll finish up.
Cameron, have you
heard from Scott?
No. That's why I'm calling you.
I saw the text. Is
everything okay?
It's hard to say.
Forrester was following a lead
on his own and went quiet.
I should never have let
him out of my sight.
You guys are shorthanded.
Don't... don't you dare.
This is a mess purely
of my own making.
If I'd have kept
my big mouth shut,
we'd all be safely home by now.
- With the job done?
- Does it matter?
I've managed to piss off so
many people on this island,
from a police inspector
to a billionaire.
And they would all love
nothing more than to see me
- sacked if we get this wrong.
- You won't.
You'll get it right, and
when you close this case,
all will be forgiven.
Yeah, fair enough.
I would rather be wrong about
Ronen Sofer and lose my job
than be right and lose Scott.
I understand.
And I wish I was there
with you guys, believe me.
But if Forrester's gone
quiet, there's bound
to be a good reason for it.
He can take care of himself.
You know that.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Ah.
Agent Forrester, how
nice of you to join us.
Please.
So you want to talk.
Let's talk.
It's a nice view.
Mallorca was always so peaceful.
For years, I felt safe.
If I could, I would never leave.
Well, then it's a real
shame sitting here
is in violation
of your sanctions.
I am confident that an
exception could be made,
given our recent family tragedy.
Even if you were the one
behind those tragedies?
Is that what you think?
I think the protestors are
a convenient scapegoat.
Really, this is
all about a family
fighting for the scraps of
what's left of their fortune.
We were cleared of all charges.
You don't think we've
suffered enough?
Levy, please.
They think we had Emelia killed.
We don't have to sit
here and listen to that.
I didn't do anything.
Son, enough.
Let's go for a walk.
Seriously?
You were probably right
about the protestors.
As annoying and
misguided as they are,
this was never about them.
So what is it really about?
Look, if you have information
on who killed Emelia,
you can trust me with it.
And no one has to know
that it came from you.
Very well.
I put our Mallorca
home in Emelia's name.
What father wouldn't
want to take care
of his family future
for generations?
But I have many connections
in the banking industry.
And when they alerted me
that Emelia was looking
to sell the property,
I made it my business
to find out exactly
what was going on.
I can't imagine you were
pleased with what you found.
If she wants to save
the planet or whatever,
that's all right.
But there's no way
in hell I would let
a family member of
mine be scammed.
Scammed?
The charity that Emilia
thought she was donating to
was a fake.
Some American accountant
set up the deal
so that 79 million
euros would go
straight into his own pocket.
And you couldn't
go to the police
without implicating yourself.
I offered to take
care of the situation,
but Emilia insisted on
handling it herself.
Apparently, she was done taking
help from me of any kind.
Do you think that she confronted
the accountant on her own?
I cannot be sure,
but they found her
body that same day.
Hey. Everything okay?
We didn't hear back.
Brian Clarke killed Emelia.
Do we know where he is?
We were just talking to him,
but his alibi checks out.
The forensics for
the time of death...
We were probably wrong.
Gutierrez must have
tweaked her report
to match the
protestors' timeline.
Do we have Clarke?
Where is he now?
Sorry it's a mess.
I wasn't exactly
expecting company.
That's all right.
All I care about is the
real estate transaction.
Yeah, okay.
It's over here somewhere.
I hope your fellow
agent is okay.
These people... they
get so rich they think
they can get away with
anything, you know?
Uh-huh.
Here it is.
I guess I got to work on
my filing system, huh?
Is there a problem?
No, all good.
She didn't believe Ronen.
She knew that his
accusations against me
were just another scam.
She trusted me because
I was the only one
that actually cared about her.
The paper trail tells a
different story, though.
Doesn't it?
You think I don't know the
difference between a legit
501 and a cleverly
disguised series
of pass-through entities
leading to an offshore
shell company with your aunt's
social security
number on the LLC1?
Paperwork is what I do too.
It's just an innocent
misunderstanding.
No, no, no. We're way
past that now, Brian.
You attacked an FBI agent.
How did Emelia end up dead?
I don't know.
She kept asking questions.
She thought we should go to
the police for protection.
I told her I would
take care of it,
but I guess she wasn't
satisfied with that.
And then you got angry.
No. No.
We found your clothes
in the dumpster
by your apartment,
spattered in her blood, Brian.
She trusted you.
She was trying to get
back at her family, right?
What difference does it make
where the money ends up?
Money is meaningless
to these people.
But to me, it would
be life changing.
After all the times
I'd been there for her,
I listened to her, I put
my neck on the line...
repaying me would
cost her nothing.
Nothing.
And when she didn't
see it that way?
Quantico reran the
forensic reports.
The window for time of death
was substantially larger
than what Gutierrez gave us.
And it included a full
hour before Clarke
was seen at his office.
The Spanish police
were so convinced
that the protestors
were involved that
they gave the real
killer an alibi.
Do you think it was deliberate?
No, just an easy mistake.
Yeah.
Thank you.
For what?
For going to bat for us.
It was nothing. The team
did all the hard work.
Especially Keller, who has
the bruises to prove it.
True, but you put
a lot on the line
based on a hunch of
mine at that point,
and I appreciate it.
If we had come up empty,
you know I would have...
Don't be ridiculous.
I had total faith in you.
So that's it, then.
Not even so much as a thank you?
A thank you?
If we hadn't broken
into that house,
you would have never
found the lady.
Without our help, you
wouldn't have cracked it.
Instead of a trespassing charge,
we should be getting a medal.
Good luck with that.
You know, we got another
protest planned back in London
in the next few days.
You should join us.
You strike me as the
type who's not afraid
to make a little trouble
when it's called for.
Maybe.
But a guy like you doesn't
even care about his own cause.
I saw your social media
history going back years.
This was all for
clicks and likes
and sleeping with as many
idealistic young women
as you can.
So I'll pass.
Come on, brother.
Let's go before they charge
me for that murder too.
Agent Forrester, I hear
you made an arrest.
Your family has been
cleared of all charges
relating to Emelia's death.
Whether you're guilty
of violating the terms
of your sanctions,
that's another story.
One that will likely
take years of litigation
to be resolved.
For now, you're free to go.
And in the meantime,
the government
will keep all of our property.
How nice of them.
I'm sorry for your loss.
It isn't too late, Levy.
We could help you
get to the States.
Leave the family
business behind.
Maybe spend some time
with Emelia's parents
until you get settled.
That's what she wanted.
Son! Let's go.
Hey. Come here.
Oh, I missed you too. Oh,
missed you, too, buddy.
- How'd it go?
- Good. Tank was great.
I couldn't teach him to
clean up my room, though,
no matter how many
treats I gave him.
Oh, that's okay. I'm sure
he liked the company.
Oh.
There's a little
extra in there for you
just in case you
need some treats too.
Something wrong?
Hey.
Come on. You can talk to me.
You said Tank was a police dog.
Yeah, that's right.
So does that mean he can
tell if he's around someone
who's done bad things?
Well, that depends.
Why did you ask me
that? What's going on?
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