FBI: International (2021) s02e13 Episode Script

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Flexed knees absorb recoil.
Gives you better movement too.
Square to the target, feet in position.
Your goal is to close the distance.
Within a foot, it's violence of action.
Remember what I said about a fulcrum?
Momentum is key. Watch.
Just tap if it's too much, okay?
Once you're here,
it's simple body mechanics.
I have leverage, so even if
Lieutenant Erdos tries something
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah. No problem.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
I'll shake it off.
It's a good reminder, you guys.
Sometimes out there
in the field it can get messy.
Okay, yeah, maybe let's take five.
I mean, are we really doing this?
15 years, you're trying
to just throw it away.
This is you playing
the victim, as usual.
And which one of us gave up exactly?
Right.
Can you even look Sophie
and Jack in the eye?
They're old enough to.
Heard the sirens from our place.
Car bomb.
Vo's got the details.
Victim is Neil Cobb,
an American lawyer out of Houston.
He and his firm represent
a chemical company called Avercol.
U.S.-based, but they had plants
- and workers here in Budapest.
- Had?
Avercol's in the middle
of a class action lawsuit,
Cobb was lead defense.
It was all over the news.
Hungarian workers got sick
due to chronic exposure
to cadmium, a toxic metal.
Now they're suing Avercol for damages.
But the American company
is still operating.
When things went south,
they just relocated,
- hell for leather.
- Considerate.
Class actions take years to resolve,
and Avercol is still trying
to negotiate a settlement.
Cobb was heading that up.
It seems clear he was
the intended target.
Then there's Margó Halmi:
14-year-old walking her dog.
Caught shrapnel in the blast.
She's in critical condition.
Cobb kept a flat
in his name on the Pest side.
It's a crime scene now.
Smitty, your tenure
in explosive disposal unit
could be a real asset here.
- I want you on forensics.
- My pleasure.
HNP's on site.
They've confirmed
this is an assassination.
The who and why are what we are after.
Let's get to it.
Thank you.
Ah, Agent Forrester.
Agent Kellett. Slight
occupational hazard.
- I'm fine.
- What's the latest?
Bomb was wired to the ignition.
Driver was killed instantly,
and our only witness
- just went into surgery.
- And motive?
We think this was tied
to Mr. Cobb's profession,
his client, specifically.
Avercol has a lot of enemies here.
Yes, my cousin works
for the municipality,
says that the company
came here to exploit
Hungary's infrastructure, tax
laws, economy, labor force.
Avercol lined their pockets,
and once they were done
poisoning our people, left.
They don't have a lot
of friends around here.
So the locals felt Cobb had it coming.
- How'd the HNP feel about him?
- It's complicated.
There were a few times
he called us claiming
that he was being harassed.
- By whom?
- Never said.
But support here lies
with the plant workers,
and he was one of the more recognizable
Americans in Budapest.
So we took the threat very seriously
but found no substance behind it.
And then he accused the police
of scheming against him.
Cobb seemed paranoid.
Or perceptive, based on the fact
that he was just assassinated.
Yes, we should have
been more responsive.
The explosive residue is off to the lab.
Obviously, every component
used to build this bomb
was blown apart, but that doesn't mean
the pieces vanished.
A proper post-blast search,
and we just might
be able to put it back together.
Could lead us somewhere.
- I can arrange that.
- Great.
I'm gonna check with Raines and Vo,
see if they've found anything.
Putting aside any
personal views on Avercol,
please know that you have
the full cooperation
Your arm is broken.
Oh, no, don't worry, the bone is fine.
This is just precaution.
I'll be okay, I promise.
Lieutenant, I admire your confidence,
but maybe I'd feel better
hearing that from a doctor.
Okay, fair enough.
Although Hungarian tradition says that
if you break someone's arm,
you have to dispense
with the formalities.
My friends call me Ben.
We have Cobb's U.S. phone,
but it's been turned off
for months not much there.
HNP found a prepaid cell
in the car, too,
burnt to a crisp along
with a leather bag.
Nothing in it survived.
All right, see if you can pull
anything from that burner.
There's a cleared-out safe over there.
The only prints we found here
belonged to Cobb.
All right.
All right, the killer
knew where he lived.
And he knew what he drove.
Did they just want Cobb or were
they after something else?
This is my boss's apartment.
Let me in. You can't touch anything.
Let me in. He's my boss.
I'm his emergency contact.
Can somebody just tell me
what happened here, please?
Sorry, I don't think I should
be talking to the FBI.
I need to call the firm.
I get your hesitation, but
this was clearly targeted.
Somebody wanted Cobb dead.
And what you share now could be crucial.
I'm just an associate.
It's my first year at the firm.
You and Cobb were here
to depose the plaintiffs.
We heard there might
have been bad blood there.
I know that this is a lot
and your head is spinning,
but Cobb's family overseas
is about to learn the news
of what just happened.
Just talk to us.
We're just trying to help.
He had enemies in Budapest, right?
Our job was to ensure
the case won't go to trial
and that Avercol pays
as little as possible.
That's gonna ruffle feathers.
If you ask me, I think the plant workers
were just tired of Neil's games.
Explain.
Plaintiffs knew any
settlement offer from us
would be lowball, but Neil kept trying
to push the number lower.
He's not stupid.
He knew they'd never go for it.
Well, that's a leap from them
strapping an IED to his car.
Look, I'm not saying it's what happened,
but if Neil was stalling,
what if someone decided to take him out?
And what if they're not finished?
We can get you
police protection for now,
but you need to stay local.
When's the last time you saw Cobb?
The last deposition was two weeks ago.
Since then, nothing.
Maybe we're dealing with a sympathizer.
Family, friends?
Plant workers believe they're
the victim in this narrative.
If they thought Avercol was now planning
to rob them in broad daylight,
there's no telling what they'd do.
- Scott?
- Yeah?
Left on our windshield.
I didn't see who left it.
No trace DNA and zero witnesses
since we parked around the corner.
Whoever left it for us was careful.
There was the empty safe in Cobb's flat.
Maybe these files went with him.
Which means we're too late.
Is this a tip?
Elia and the HNP think
someone took out Cobb
to send a message to Avercol.
That person has the full story.
They could be trying to read us in.
They might have a lead on the killer.
Just scared to stick their neck out.
Smitty's still working
on the bomb reconstruction.
But get this, main ingredient
in the blast residue
wasn't C-4 or Semtex, it's TATP.
Same thing like the Manchester
bombing, Paris attacks.
So this could have been homemade?
Out of the 18 plaintiffs
involved in the suit,
flagged one with a criminal
record, Daniel Simón.
After Avercol shut down their plants,
Daniel became a truck driver
for a few factories in Budapest.
So the job would have given him
access to raw chemicals,
including acetone and hydrogen peroxide.
Components for TATP.
Got an address for Daniel.
Go.
I'm looking for Daniel Simón.
Inside.
Dani.
Dani.
He's on medication.
Tell me why you're here.
Head counsel for Avercol
was killed this morning.
We think it's related
to the class action Dani was a part of.
Can we take a look around?
Do your business, but do it quietly.
He needs to rest.
The bombing was on the news,
but we don't speak about
that company in our home.
I won't put more stress on my husband.
We're very sorry for everything
you two are going through.
The metal that poisoned everyone,
cadmium, it targets kidneys,
lungs, and bone.
He gave everything to that job,
and all they did was take from us.
We're wondering if somebody took matters
into their own hands
that could be unhappy
with the settlement amount
or want swifter justice for the victims.
We are not in touch with
the other workers anymore.
Our lawyer, Zalán Madaras,
he represents all the victims.
He's handling everything.
We should talk to him next.
I'll give Forrester a heads up.
Zalán Madaras.
We're investigating
the death of an American.
Hoping you can shed light on any clients
who dealt with Neil Cobb.
These are good men and women.
Their only crime is being naive to think
their employer would give
a damn after poisoning them.
They as angry as you?
They're not killers.
Then help us prove it.
I took this case for no money.
We've already fought for three years.
My clients don't want a war,
they want to settle.
But Avercol seems ready
to erase our story.
And if the FBI is beholden
to American interests,
you will be
on the wrong side of history.
We're not on a side,
we just want the truth.
An innocent girl
is fighting for her life now
because someone wanted Cobb gone.
Your clients spoke to him
during the depositions.
They may have information
vital to the case.
Rózsa Chapel, you know it?
Sure.
There's a meeting to discuss
how today's news
will impact the settlement.
I'm going there now.
We'd appreciate any help you can give.
Tensions are high.
So here's a friendly tip.
Keep your badges hidden.
That burner found on Cobb's body,
phone records show he called
his family back home,
but the call just before that
was local to another prepaid.
Traceable?
I can run a pretext call to that number,
and if it pings the cell tower,
we can narrow down the location.
Do it.
Number's still active.
He's in the chapel.
FBI, stop right there.
Hands in the air.
Now turn around slowly.
She's one of the plaintiffs.
We're looking into Neil Cobb's murder.
And you think I did it?
We know that you were the last person
to talk to him alive.
You have it backwards.
The plant workers weren't his enemy.
Neil Cobb was working against Avercol.
He betrayed his own client.
And that's the reason
they had him killed.
I come from a working-class family.
When Avercol announced
announced its factories
in Budapest, we saw promise
and opportunity.
A fantasy, maybe.
That company knew we were
being exposed to cancer,
and they let it happen,
and then they buried it.
Neil Cobb is the only one
who fought to expose the lie,
and he paid for it.
Did he have proof about this cover-up?
Internal briefs, recordings
of private conversations,
doctor toxicity reports.
Neil made copies of everything
Avercol thought they destroyed.
And that's enough reason
to have a good man silenced.
This is you?
I wanted to help anonymously.
If Avercol were willing to kill Neil,
they won't think twice about me.
But the evidence is gone,
Palma, burned up in the car.
These people understand oppression.
They'll do whatever it takes to win.
What was the nature of
your relationship with Cobb?
The man called you the night he died.
He trusted me.
I had a contact at the news.
We were going to leak
the cover-up to them.
Neil believed Avercol was about
to take drastic measures.
If you knew the reason for Cobb's death,
you could have called the police.
I planned to, but without
proof, it's useless.
And then I heard the FBI was involved.
And you were the only one
Cobb spoke to about this?
Not your lawyer,
not the other plaintiffs?
Neil only confided in me.
Some of the others knew
I had his ear, but that's it.
And once we exposed Avercol,
we'd have the company by the balls.
Obviously, they got to him first.
Did Cobb mention anyone at Avercol
who might have caught wind of his plan?
Only one person scared him.
Sam Gilroy, the CEO.
That man is pure evil.
If Cobb blew the whistle
on his own client,
Avercol would have gone down in flames.
There was reason here to neutralize him.
Assuming the cover-up's true,
she has reason to lie to us.
Well, if it is true,
it explains why Cobb
was dragging his feet on the settlement.
Maybe he was trying to buy time,
stack evidence up against Avercol.
Get a warrant on Palma's phone.
She might have something
in her exchanges with Cobb.
By now, Cobb's death
is public knowledge in the U.S.
And guess who just landed in Budapest?
Well, that was fast.
Thought it was weird he would
drop everything for this.
Turns out Gilroy and Cobb
have been friends for decades.
Same college, same
country club membership.
Their kids even go
to the same prep school.
Gilroy basically appointed his
frat brother to represent him.
Seems they both got
obscenely rich together.
Maybe after 30 years
of protecting this scumbag,
Cobb finally had enough.
How's the post-blast coming?
I can tell you one thing,
whoever built this bomb was trying hard
to make it look like amateur work.
But the circuitry says otherwise.
It's a dead ringer for ex-military.
It's odd, though.
We've nearly put
the whole thing back together,
and we seem to be missing a detonator.
Never turned up on our grid search.
All right, keep us in the loop.
Well, the CEO didn't plant the bomb.
We've also got about two weeks
since the last deposition
where Cobb's unaccounted for.
Yeah.
Where's his car been?
Traffic cameras aren't turning up much.
Hungary's plates are linked
to the toll system electronically.
Maybe Cobb got flagged there?
I sent that request
to public road network,
but they're backed up.
It's taking forever.
I may be able to push that through.
All right, Raines and I
will head to Gilroy's hotel,
get some face time with our CEO.
Ben?
You're kidding.
Don't worry, it's nothing.
Come on, let's go to my office.
I'm slightly concerned
you'll be in a coffin
next time I see you.
The bone is back in place.
Doctor just wants to err
on the side of caution.
Ugh.
I'm flattered you came by
to check on me, though.
This is awkward.
I need a favor, actually.
We're trying to see
if any tolls here picked up
Cobb's license plate.
Time frame?
As far back as you can take us.
But the network's backlogged,
and I need to rush this.
I'll make a call.
But for now, the least you could do
is autograph your handiwork.
You know, Hungarian tradition says
that if you break someone's arm,
you have to buy them a beer.
You're really milking this.
Maybe I'm combining a few traditions.
Surgeons extracted the
shrapnel from the young girl.
- How is she?
- Stable, recovering.
I know at least one person
who would like to see this.
Thank you.
It doesn't seem real.
It feels like just yesterday
we were sauced on champagne,
throwing dice in Macau.
Now you're here to repatriate
your friend's body, is that right?
Yeah, Neil's done enough time
in Budapest on my behalf.
I'm taking him home.
The crowd here seems
to have it out for us.
I'm sure the misconduct claims
against your company aren't helping.
Ah, it's a chess match.
Plant workers are just trying
to squeeze out a larger settlement.
Or some might say Avercol is knowingly
suppressing malfeasance.
Any truth there?
A statement like that,
you better have proof.
I heard proof was in Cobb's possession.
You would have the most
to lose if that evidence
were to get out.
Are you saying I'm a suspect?
You tell me.
I was gonna kick him a bonus
for saving me
nine figures on this settlement.
He's a great lawyer, great friend.
It's absurd.
Maybe your friend came face to face
with the effect of his actions,
changed his mind about helping you.
I've known him for 30 years.
Trust me, when you get rich
the way he did,
you are immune to a change of heart.
You seem remarkably blasé
about poisoning your employees.
Look, we've got factories
on three continents.
Things happen in my company
that I'm not always aware of.
Neil got paid to handle my affairs.
But I didn't know what he was thinking
or doing half the time.
So maybe he pissed off the wrong people,
cut his life short, I don't know.
But I do know that I had nothing to do
with the bomb that killed my friend.
So why don't you two do your damn jobs
and find the son of a bitch who did.
- Thank you for your time.
- Mm-hmm.
Gilroy didn't even deny the cover-up.
He knows this investigation's
about murder,
not corporate conspiracy.
You should have pushed harder.
Guys like him like hearing
the sound of their own voice.
Better to let him think
he's calling the shots,
unless we want to be
dealing with his lawyers.
How we looking?
Doctors pulled a piece of metal
from our teenager, saved her life.
Missing blasting cap
was lodged in her rib cage
from the explosion.
Device signature still
points to former military,
and they found writing on the detonator.
It's in Bulgarian.
Does Avercol have any ties there?
No trace of a relationship.
This feels like a lone wolf
operating locally.
Well, the KGB used to recruit
Bulgarian soldiers
for covert assassinations.
Might be similar wet work there.
I tend to agree.
I appreciate you keeping
my client in the loop,
but don't forget that I represent her.
We've seen too many vultures already.
That's fair enough.
I'll cut to the chase.
We found spyware on the phone
Palma turned over to us.
What?
Someone was monitoring
your conversations.
My guess is keeping tabs
on you and Cobb.
- Avercol?
- Could have been.
We're still trying to ID
exactly where it came from,
possibly a malware attachment.
Maybe other plaintiffs were targeted
and their phones are also compromised.
I was the only one
in communication with Neil.
God, it's all my fault.
They knew and they came
for Neil because of me.
From the start, this has been
David and Goliath.
We've come so close to a settlement.
Falling back to square one now
will crush us.
We're not trying to jam up proceedings.
We cannot give Avercol the satisfaction.
Seeing this through
is what Neil would have wanted.
Road network came through.
The night before he died,
Cobb's Mercedes was flagged
on a tollway outside town.
- Where was he headed?
- Unclear.
The return trip's interesting, though.
Checkpoint snapped another photo.
That's not Cobb.
Who's behind the wheel?
It's Elia Cruz, his associate.
But she said she hadn't
seen him in weeks.
She not only saw him
the night before he blew up,
this girl had his car keys.
Hiding that you had access
to the victim's car
24 hours before the bomb went off?
- It's not a good look.
- Neil was too drunk to drive.
He gets that way sometimes.
I swear, he's literally
passed out in the back seat.
Which is weird, since you
hadn't seen Cobb in weeks?
Okay. I'm sorry I lied.
But there's a reason.
Neil had me pick him up outside of town
at a gentlemen's club, Plush.
He's been a bit of a mess
ever since his wife left him.
I think he just needs
needed companionship.
Let's talk optics.
Your budding career as a lawyer
was tied to Cobb.
If he torched his reputation
to take down Avercol,
you had a lot to lose.
What do you mean take down Avercol?
The cover-up.
What cover-up?
Look, I want to help.
Then no more secrets.
How was Cobb's relationship
with Avercol?
Lucrative.
And you never witnessed
anything unusual?
Our firm has an online system
with access to Avercol's servers.
It keeps a log of documents uploaded,
downloaded, or purged.
One night, I got an alert.
It looked like Neil copied some files
before Avercol wiped them for good.
The files are long gone,
but there should be a digital
footprint on our portal.
We'd like to review that.
- Is there anything else?
- There's one more thing.
A few months ago,
I overheard them on the phone,
a call I shouldn't have been on.
When exactly?
Last year. Labor Day, I think.
Neil was I mean, he was
tearing Mr. Gilroy a new one.
Lawyers don't speak
to their clients that way.
What was the topic?
I only heard a tiny bit,
but I have never heard my boss so angry.
He kept telling Gilroy what
he did was indefensible.
He used that word.
The whole thing felt extremely personal.
I'll swing by the strip club,
confirm the story.
Maybe someone there saw Cobb.
Timing's everything.
Cobb's wife Cindy served him
divorce papers last year.
It happened just a week after
the phone call Elia heard.
And it gets worse for Cobb.
Gilroy's credit card history
shows he bought
a penthouse suite and a
five-star hotel in Austin.
Cindy had been staying there for months.
We've also placed them
together at resorts
in Horseshoe Bay and Lost Pines.
Elia was right when she said things
got personal between these guys.
His wife was cheating
on him with his friend.
Do you think them shacking up
is what lit Cobb's fuse?
Set him down the path
to come after Avercol?
That could mean everything
Palma told us is true.
Gilroy's been holding his
tongue about it long enough.
Let's go.
Before we start, I want you to be aware
that you don't have to speak with us.
I'm hoping to find who
did this just like you.
Get on with it.
Were you sleeping with Cobb's wife?
Another refresher,
title 18, section 1001,
it's a crime to lie to the FBI.
Two consenting adults, not a crime.
And you don't think
your buddy would have felt
some type of way about it?
Neil wasn't exactly Mr. Faithful.
- Cindy knew that.
- Nice of you to comfort her.
Given your long history,
Cobb's change of heart makes sense now.
What do you want me to say?
There was a brief fling, so what?
I made up with my wife.
Look, you want to tell me
he went off the deep end
because of the affair, fine.
But me having him smoked,
uh-uh, that's insane.
You know what that is?
Cobb's firm kept a ledger
of shared information
with their clients.
Cobb accessed Avercol's servers
and withdrew the tox reports.
The real ones that show
the levels of cadmium
plant workers were ingesting,
not the ones that you doctored up
and replaced them with.
Let me tell you something,
I don't type on computers.
I don't do reports.
I make deals. I manage
This proves Cobb had something that you
didn't want getting out.
What's one more life when you consider
all the ones Avercol ruined here?
Companies seem to forget
how they get to the top
on the backs of others.
Give me a break.
What Cobb did in Budapest took courage,
fighting for the workers,
amplifying their voice.
You have no clue what
you're talking about.
Maybe you just didn't like that.
A fish rots from the head, right?
You're trying to find
some way to pin this on me
- and make him out to be some
- Cobb knew that Avercol
The damn cover-up was his idea!
Cobb suggested burying the evidence?
Had I actually seen that ledger before,
if I actually knew what he was scheming,
I'd have leveled him in court.
Attorney/client privilege and all that.
Not if he had a plant worker
secretly leak what he was feeding her.
Cobb had months to make
that happen and never did.
You know why?
He's got a vindictive gene.
It had to be him who
stuck the knife in me.
And if he succeeded?
Then what?
I'd have fired his ass.
Then there would have been
a change-up in lawyers,
put the case on ice.
You can probably guess what
that does to the settlement.
No one sees a dime
for another two years.
Cobb had to have known his actions
would have screwed over
the victims getting paid.
I don't think Cobb ever gave a damn
about the plant workers.
He only went off-leash
because of the affair.
Meanwhile, the plaintiffs were caught
in a messed up tug-of-war
between two narcissists.
So either Gilroy had enough
and took out Cobb
or someone found
a perfect scapegoat in Avercol.
And the killer's still out there.
Plush turned over their CCTV footage.
Here's the feed from their entrance.
You can see Elia grabbing Cobb.
Hang on.
Cobb picked up a tail.
Gray SUV parked across
from the moment Cobb arrived,
just waiting.
This is our guy, isn't it?
You can't make out the plates here,
but when it shadowed
him home that night,
tollway camera caught a partial.
Six matches for a gray Chevy
with this partial plate.
Which one's our bomber?
Get closer on the wheels.
Studded tires.
Any one of our six places get
snow or sleet in the winter?
There Visegrád, north of the city.
Geography and elevation
make it prone to icy weather.
Studded tires make sense.
Property is registered to Marót Toth,
50-year-old Hungarian farmer,
no wife, no kids.
He died years ago.
Cobb's assassin seems to be
keeping his memory alive.
Move!
Scott, you okay?
Hey, you okay?
Scott?
I'm good, really.
Okay, we'll call a medic.
If there's any doubt
we had the right address
Here. Come on.
Check the drives.
Acetone, hydrogen peroxide.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have TATP.
I reckon we found Cobb's killer.
Station cop car just
flagged our suspect's vehicle
coming this way.
He's not stopping.
Get in.
In pursuit.
Proceed with caution,
suspect is likely armed.
What the hell is he doing?
Down!
Suspect's definitely armed.
We need spikes now!
Mihail Korvalov, former demolitionist
for the Bulgarian armed forces,
dishonorably discharged.
Made a lucrative career switch
to hired gun.
Mate, we've got you on the TATP,
linked you to the car bomb,
murder, evading arrest,
and the trap which nearly
blew up an officer.
You're done.
But we know somebody put you up to it.
We could always ship him
back to the motherland.
He could stand trial
for his crimes at home.
Great point.
Fancy serving out your days
in a Bulgarian prison cell?
How long would you last
inside those walls
before somebody gets to you?
The other option is cooperate.
Give up whoever paid you for the hit.
And if you become a source,
facilitate arrests,
I can put more on the table.
You might just be worth something.
Crawl before you walk, though.
We want the man who hired you
for Cobb's death.
Mr. Madaras is currently in a meeting.
Let's go.
He's headed for the southwest corner!
He's now headed north.
Freeze!
Against the wall!
Hands behind your back.
You're under arrest.
Take him.
For the last year,
Madaras has been trying
to keep his business afloat.
On the brink of a recession,
dude made some bad financial plays.
Wound up with a slew of debt
he needed clear.
Nail in the coffin's when he borrowed
from the wrong people.
Korvalov told us that
his fee for Cobb was 50K.
Madaras borrowed exactly that amount
from these guys, his last loan from them
at five times the interest.
Says they even made the introduction.
Before they put a girl in the hospital.
Most plaintiff attorneys
are paid on contingency.
They only get their cut
once the settlement
has been reached.
Madaras had no way to fix the situation.
His only hope was the payout.
Which he would have gotten
if not for Cobb,
the man who threatened
to unravel the whole thing
if he blew the whistle.
If that man exposed Avercol,
it would have meant more
money for my clients
and 15% of a bigger pie for me.
Why would I try and stop that?
Because you were out of time.
Cobb's vendetta against Gilroy
was a setback for cash
you desperately needed now.
Working three years on a pro bono case
killed your finances.
Throw a few loan sharks
in the mix, debt racking up,
collateral you shouldn't have put down,
you're running scared.
And you're speculating.
We confiscated your PC
and found monitoring software installed.
It matches the spyware on Palma's phone.
You kept tabs on her
conversations with Cobb.
So that's how you knew
that he was gearing up
to leak the evidence,
and you had to act.
With Cobb dead and Avercol
taking the fall for it,
you hoped the settlement
would be expedited.
Time to come clean.
We'll skip legal gridlock
if you do the right thing.
You don't have to say anything.
Just know the Bulgarian rolled on you.
And he'll testify that
you hired him to kill Cobb
and which high-risk lender
sent you his fee.
I'd like to make a deal too.
We're a little past that.
That's not fair.
Fair?
What about the 18 lives
you were supposed to defend
or the girl who got caught
in the crossfire
when you hired a hit man
to blow up Cobb?
Your people trusted you,
and you used them like a shield
to hide behind.
Maybe it's time you faced them.
I'm here to remind you
of a broken promise.
Daniel Simón.
He proposed to his wife
at Lake Velence on a rented boat.
She said it was the windiest day.
They both wanted children,
little ones to play with in the garden
and read stories to before bed.
But then Dani got sick.
Beatrice Farkas.
She taught herself five languages
but fell in love with Spanish.
She has an itch to travel.
Wanted to see the Amazon rainforest
since she was a girl.
Palma Kovács.
Likes to sing pop songs in the shower
and paint landscapes,
prefers sunrises to sunsets.
Her favorite season is winter.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
The victims get more money.
Case doesn't go to trial.
Chapter comes to an end.
And Sam Gilroy gets
to walk away from all of this.
That's not justice.
There may be a silver lining with that.
When Gilroy admitted
the cover-up was Cobb's idea,
he implicated himself.
The bureau can now open an investigation
with the assistant U.S. attorney.
Evidence concealment, conspiracy,
and obstruction of justice.
Gilroy and Avercol go under
the microscope back home.
The FBI will build a case
while the settlement resolves.
No guarantees of a conviction,
but it will turn his life upside down.
That's a fraction of what he deserves,
but I'm glad you're with us on this.
This kind of tragedy hits
the community a certain way.
Not everyone can act
in those situations.
Palma, what you've done,
how far you're willing to go
for what you believe
It's bravery.
So my sister kept adding
cocoa powder the entire time.
For the Georgian half of my family,
this khinkali was the
most offensive thing
they'd ever eaten.
You know, if you need someplace to be,
it's really, really okay.
You honored Hungary
by purchasing this beer.
Sorry, caught me in a moment.
I listen well, if you feel like sharing.
I just found myself
thinking about this case
and all the collateral damage,
the victims of Avercol.
It's not even just the workers;
it's everyone around them
who lost something.
And even with Cobb,
a teenager became a casualty
just for being there,
and now her parents
have to deal with that.
Who's looking out for any of them?
Up for taking a drive with me?
Sure.
Oh, you mean now?
Maybe we order a few things to go.
Do you have a menu?
Oh, that's good.
I hope you're holding up.
My friend and I were
just in the neighborhood,
and I'm glad she's doing okay.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Everything okay?
Yeah, no, perfect.
You've been a good sport.
I think I owe you a proper drink.
Call it an American tradition.
So how long do you have to wear it?