I don't belong on this team.
I'm not like the rest of you.
But that's why you're here.
I need you to come to New York.
It's the Widow.
Jocelyn infiltrated the Widow's organization for 19 months.
You were never afraid...
of anything.
I didn't know enough to be afraid.
I do now.
[Hip-hop music plays on stereo]
♪ Protect at all costs ♪
-[Bell dings] -♪ Pop, pop, pop, pop ♪
♪ Protect at all costs ♪
That's my girl right there.
[Music continues]
[Volume decreases]
I don't like being summoned.
This isn't how the Widow does business.
No?
Well, that's how Dante Warwick does business.
In a barber shop?
Wherever the hell I want.
H... H...
I -- I'm sorry, Mr. Warwick.
It's okay, boo.
Aghh!
[Gasping for air]
You cut Dante Warwick?
Cut me now, bitch!
Cut me now!
Aghh-- ow!
Nngh!
[Panting]
Take him in the back. Clean him up.
[Whimpers]
I need him to finish my shave.
Are you done playing games?
I have better things to do.
[Chuckles]
Atta girl. Stay cool.
[Jocelyn] Do we have a deal or not?
You want your money?
Then where's the Widow?
For all intents and purposes, I'm the Widow.
You give us the cash and I make a call
and a container from West Africa
gets unloaded from the ship in Newark
with your name on it.
No customs, no problem.
[Siren wails distantly]
Nah.
I give you the money, you give me my heat.
Same place, same time.
[Frank] Stay tight on this, Jocelyn.
You're not meeting him at the port.
-Not gonna happen. -[Laughs]
I ain't just handing some bitch 600 bands with no product.
Dante...
I need someone there I can trust.
And I don't trust the Widow.
You're in the gambling, drugs, and prostitution business.
You can't trust anybody.
I trust you.
[Frank] Do not do this.
Do you hear me?
That's the deal.
Or you can walk your white ass right out that door.
Fine.
I'll be there.
See?
I knew you were my girl.
[Jocelyn] I've been under 19 months.
Dante Warwick hasn't made me.
[Frank] Or, you've been under 19 months
and you've got target blindness.
The only one here with blindness is you.
This is exactly why you have a handler,
so there's someone there with clear eyes.
Again with the clear eyes.
Frank, I worked my ass off to make Dante trust me.
And now he does.
How do you know that? Because he says he does?
Everyone is lying all the time.
How many times have I told you that?
Look, maybe my judgment is clouded,
but so is yours.
Jocelyn, listen to me,
sometimes, these things go wrong.
And when they go wrong, they go very wrong.
We do what we do we, and, sometimes, the heavens fall.
What does he have to do
with Frank Marlow?
His name is Leon Riggs.
He was arrested in an underground gambling ring.
He's offering information about Frank
in exchange for his freedom.
He says Frank's been taken.
Taken?
By Dante Warwick.
I want to talk to him.
Okay. Okay.
I can get an interpreter here within the hour.
But Jocelyn -- Jocelyn...
-[Door opens] -Go in with her.
My name is Jocelyn Turner.
Who are you?
[Door closes]
Hey, what the hell is this?
[Alex] It's called sign language.
She said "I'm Jocelyn Turner.
Who are you?"
Which one of you am I talking to?
Me.
"What happened to Frank?"
I heard he was snatched up outside his car
in the middle of the night.
Look at me when you're talking!
Listen, I'm sorry, lady.
This is mad confusing, yo.
Just look at her, okay?
"Why should I believe anything you say?"
I work for Dante Warwick. That's why.
"What do you do for Dante?"
I find a fish.
People with enough sense to make money
but not enough sense to keep it.
We run games here and there.
I find the rollers and I bring them over to Dante's tables.
Where is Frank?
I don't know.
People in the streets are saying that Dante got him.
[Owen] Leon...
[Door slams]
I'm Owen Hall,
deputy director of the FBI.
Mr. Big Time.
Yeah, big time.
And you need to give me a reason to believe you.
Yeah, what do you want?
Prove to me you know something I don't.
You want bodies?
What kind of bodies?
The only kind of bodies there is.
[Camera shutter clicking]
[Sighs]
That's not Frank.
There's another one over here.
My God.
[Wooden board snaps]
Owen.
None of these are Frank,
but they've all been badly beaten.
What kind of hell is this?
[Ship horn blares in distance]
[Frank] I don't like this.
We'll give him five more minutes.
I got a bad feeling. Get out of there.
No. Five more minutes.
I'm not asking. That's an order.
[Clanking]
[Clanking approaching]
[Bomb explodes]
[Muffled] Oh, my God!
Jocelyn!
[Clanking]
[Distantly] [Frank] Jocelyn!
[Footsteps approaching]
Oh God, Jocelyn, Jocelyn.
Jocelyn, are you okay?
You're okay. You're okay.
[Ringing noise]
[Speaking muffled]
[Ringing continues]
[Heartbeat thumping]
The blast was the last thing I heard.
Frank arrested Dante prematurely.
There wasn't enough evidence
to link him to the Widow's
arm deal or the bomb.
Then, why'd he do it?
He may have lost some perspective.
Oh, he cracked after the explosion?
Okay, when Dante was released, Frank went rogue.
He started harassing him, going off-book.
When's the last time you heard from Frank?
About 2 1/2 years after Frank watched Dante walked.
Wait. None of this matters.
We need a strike team
to go in there now.
-Jocelyn... -Jocelyn, I think a strike team
seems a little premature, don't you think?
He kidnapped an FBI agent,
we have seven bodies,
a witness...
No, no. We can't prove that Dante kidnapped Frank yet.
We don't even know where Frank is.
And Leon didn't witness anything.
There's no way that we can link those bodies to Dante.
If we look closer
we'll find that they all have one thing in common.
They all knew Dante Warwick.
Okay, so, two are runaways, a prostitute,
three are ex-cons, and one homeless.
They have something else in common.
They're ghosts.
Nobody to report them missing, nobody to miss them.
Yeah, and buried in an abandoned house,
it's like they never existed at all.
I agree with Jocelyn. We should bust that place wide open.
-Thank you. -Okay, okay.
So, where do we send the strike team?
-No, Owen... -Owen, come on.
No, no. Wait. Let's -- Let's play it out.
Go ahead.
We know Dante runs
an underground casino.
Okay, so, is Frank being held there?
Well, it's unlikely, isn't it?
Yeah, so, we arrest a bunch of people for illegal gambling?
-Hey, guys... -Which gets us exactly nowhere.
[All talking at once]
Wait. Stop!
I can't see you!
You're all talking at the same time.
I can't understand what you're saying if you don't look at me.
Okay, Joc-- Jocelyn, calm down.
Is she running this op?
-No. -Yes!
-You guys, I...
Look, Jocelyn, you're too deep on this.
It's too personal for you.
You're going to talk to me about getting too personal?
-That's not what I'm doing. -Hey. Okay.
Guys!
I just got off the phone with the medical examiner.
Now, the bodies you all found
were all killed by blunt-force trauma,
strangulation, stabbings, but no gunshot wounds.
Thank you. We know all that.
Here's what you don't know --
They all had a psychoactive drug called "cathinone"
in their bloodstream.
Bath salts?
There's more.
Each of them had DNA on their body that wasn't their own --
under fingernails, between teeth, inside wounds.
What kind of DNA?
DNA from one of the other victims.
Dante didn't kill these people.
They killed each other.
Hey.
You okay?
I'm the reason Frank got himself in trouble.
What happened with you two?
We got too close.
He tried to stay by my side through everything,
but it all fell apart
a few months later.
Why?
I hated the way he looked at me.
Well, how was he looking at you?
The way you're looking at me now.
Jocelyn, no one here pities you.
How are you going to get close to Dante?
What's the plan?
Leon says he brings the fish.
We're the fish.
But not me right?
Jocelyn, we're all your friends here.
I'm your friend.
Count on that.
[Door slams shut]
Because I'm not the computer geek who sits back here
while you guys go out and play dress-up.
What's going on?
I don't want to be sidelined.
We want to run a triangle at Dante's casino.
Me, McQuigg, and Shelby.
Rich guy, girlfriend, hooker.
What?
How about rich girl, boy toy, and hooker?
Are you objectifying me?
Who's the hooker?
-Me. -Me.
Okay, Celine, have you ever run triangle before?
Yeah, at Quantico.
[Chuckles]
We just pulled seven dead bodies out of a burnt-out house.
This is not Quantico.
You know that I can do this.
Celine's the hooker.
-Come on. -Why?
Shelby, I need you with Jocelyn.
We all have our bit to do.
Let's light it up.
You look ridiculous.
You know you love it.
I think this is it. Yeah.
You look lost.
Yeah, we're looking for Leon.
And he knows you?
How else would I know where to find him?
Tell him Sanjana is here.
[Muffled music plays]
And who the hell are you?
What's this place normally used for?
[Laughs]
Get Leon out here.
♪ Feel your eyes, they all over me ♪
Hey, Sanjana.
Hey.
You ready to win some money?
♪ Baby girl, you carry ten ton a phatness ♪
♪ Gimme some of that ♪
♪ Mixed with the badness, look how she hot ♪
[Woman cheering]
All right, I hope you brought some cheddar.
♪ Hot piece of frame and me love how you trod ♪
♪ Watching every step of the pepper the way you got ♪
♪ Stayin' in my brain, memory cyah detach ♪
♪ Mainly my aim is to give you this love ♪
[Crowd cheering]
Where's Dante?
Upstairs.
Remember our deal.
Whatever happens, I get out clean.
[Music continues]
Where's Celine?
[Shelby] Working the bar.
♪ Feel your eyes, they're all over me ♪
Okay.
♪ Don't be shy, take control of me ♪
Shall we get to work?
Yes, ma'am.
♪ No lie ♪
That's everything from his apartment.
There's nothing here.
Credit card statements, medical records,
but no proof that Frank was investigating Dante Warwick.
That's impossible.
He's been on this for over a year.
There's nothing here, Jocelyn.
And FBI found no trace evidence at his place.
Not even a fingerprint. It was wiped down.
Look, if Dante took Frank,
chances are he took whatever else he was working on.
He taught a class at Quantico on tradecraft.
You keep two backups.
Two is one. One is none.
He stashed it somewhere.
[Deamn's "Give Me Your Love" plays ]
♪ Give me your love ♪
[Cheering]
♪ We get lost, we can get high ♪
[Owen] Chief.
Yo, where can we get in on one of them cage fights?
Cage fights?
My name's Michael Kingston -- fight promoter.
This here is my champ -- Alvey Westmore.
-You heard of him? -Nope.
He's gonna be the next Money Mayweather,
38 and oh.
Thirty nine and oh if you count the guy
in the parking lot last night.
You see? [Laughs]
The kid's hungry. He wants to fight.
Who do I talk to?
Look, I just deal cards.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Come on, baby, roll me a winner.
Daddy needs a new pair of boots.
Buy your own boots.
Twelve. Craps.
-Ah. -Damn.
Damn.
I'm all out of cash, sugar.
[Sighs]
Fine.
-Give me the dice. -New shooter in the house.
[Leon] Ha ha! Here we go now.
Seven. We have a winner.
Hell yes!
All right, cherry pie, hit that yo-lev.
"Cherry pie"?
Figure of speech.
That's a nice figure.
[Dealer] Yo Eleven. Eleven Yo. Winner.
Hell yes.
Here.
[Chips clatter]
Buy yourself a drink.
Throw in the whole stack and you can have
all you can drink all night long.
Okay, what do you think you're doing?
I'm just tipping the roller.
Oh, tipping the roller?
Sounds like something you could do with a hooker.
-Ouch. -Easy, baby.
Don't mess with Lady Luck.
Lady Luck is a whore.
[Dice clatter]
[Dealer] Seven. Winner.
Whoo!
That's 100 large.
What's that buy me?
I'll show you what it buys you.
[Gasps]
♪ Never let you go ♪
♪ Give me your love ♪
[Grunts]
Ladies, ladies. Calm down.
There's plenty of me to go around.
Thanks for reminding me.
[Man] Compliments of the house.
Thank you.
Take care of your guests, Leon.
Yeah, right this way. Come on.
So...who's this Mr. Warwick?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm not supposed to say his name.
If he's really in charge, you should tell him
I can play tables like this anywhere in the world.
But if he wants my money,
he might have to offer his clientele
something a little bit more...
exclusive.
Tell him yourself.
♪ Give me your love ♪
I'd love to.
-♪ Give me your love ♪ -Follow me.
[Music continues]
That sounds good.
[Man] Fourteen red.
Alex is in play.
Roger that.
[Indistinct hushed conversation]
I can't take you up there.
Why not?
Dante wants what he wants --
and right now, he wants Princess Jasmine.
Can you get me up there?
Yeah, I could do that.
Hey, follow me. Follow me.
Frank knew online files could be hacked.
If he keeps a backup of anything,
it's in a box.
Like in a storage unit.
But there are thousands of storage units in the city.
Frank had a formula.
Security first.
Cash only.
Two highways within a quarter mile.
That'll help us narrow the search.
[Cellphone buzzes]
Jocelyn, are you okay? Who is it?
Nothing to do with this.
I'm on it.
[Cell phone clicking]
[Horns honking]
[ Dog barking ]
[Glass shattering]
[Man laughs]
There's my girl.
[No sound]
[Groans]
Aah!
[Groaning]
[No sound]
[Banging]
[Crowd cheering]
[No sound]
[Crowd cheering]
[No sound]
[Both grunting and groaning]
[Body thuds]
[Crowd cheering]
[No sound]
[Crowd chattering]
[Both grunting and groaning]
[No sound]
[Crowd cheering]
[Both grunting and groaning]
Come on!
[Crowd oohs]
[No sound]
[Crowd cheering]
[Body thuds]
[Crowd chattering]
[Gasps]
[Laughs]
Aah!
Aah, no!
No!
[Screams]
[Laughs]
[Screaming]
[Door creaks]
[Door slams, lock engages]
[Gasping]
[Crying]
Jocelyn...
Jocelyn.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
Where the hell are they?
The strike team pulled this place apart.
No sign of Alex or Celine.
And no sign of Leon.
So, we're leaving here with nothing?
Some gambling and liquor-license violations --
none of which can be directly connected to Dante Warwick.
[Cellphone ringing]
What about them?
[Ryan] None of them will even speak Dante's name,
much less give us any information we can use.
[Cellphone beeps]
[Owen] That was NYPD.
They found a body.
Sanitation workers found her --
vacant lot near Port Morris.
Injuries were consistent with the bodies we found earlier.
[Sniffles]
Beaten.
Stabbed.
She didn't deserve this.
She fought like hell.
Alex and Jocelyn are not gonna end up like this.
♪ I was in the trap all night, all day ♪
♪ Tryna get my money back 'fore the sun drop ♪
♪ I'm paranoid, so my... ♪
♪ 'Bout to run my city, but I started off on one block ♪
♪ Flex'll drop a bomb to this... ♪
♪ We be in the projects every other day, boy ♪
♪ I do the mission with some bunnies... ♪
How close do you want it?
Ah.
Don't move.
Come on. Sit back, relax.
[Laughs]
What are you?
DEA?
NYPD?
FBI?
Or just crazy-ass white boys?
No, no. We're just tourists looking for some fun.
Where are they?
Where's who?
The two women who were last seen with you.
Seen?
Who seen that?
Rakim, you see me with two hoes?
I seen you with a lot of hoes.
[Laughs] Rakim can't even keep track no more.
You killed an FBI agent, and you're holding three more.
Three?
Now you can't even keep track.
Where's Frank Marlow?
You want to live, you're gonna tell us where they are.
You ain't kill me.
Here's your problem.
You got rules, and you brought those rules
to a neighborhood that ain't got none.
Well, we have an offer for you.
And this offer expires at the end of this conversation.
You release them and you'll live.
[White voice] Well, that's a heckuva deal.
Hm...
let me consider my options here.
[Normal voice] I don't know nothin',
I ain't got nothin',
and unless you took a picture of me with your friends,
I suggest you get the hell up out of here
or finish my shave.
[Breathing sharply]
[Alex] Listen to me, all right?
If we're gonna get out of here, I need your help, okay?
So, talk to me.
If I wasn't deaf
I'd have known it was Celine.
I would have recognized her voice.
I'm so sorry, Jocelyn.
But listen to me, okay?
This is not your fault.
Is is my fault!
No.
I'm the only reason everyone's here.
Frank was my friend
and I'm not even sure if he's alive anymore.
He's alive. Okay?
He's alive. We're gonna find him,
and we're gonna burn this place to the ground.
I promise you.
For Celine.
Okay?
-[Keys jangling] -[Lock disengages]
[Grunting]
Aah!
Please!
[Gasping]
[Grunts]
It's kill or be killed.
[Crowd cheering]
[Breathing sharply]
[Man] Aghhh!
[Alex] Stop! We don't have to fight!
[Grunts]
Frank?
[Crowd jeering]
I'm Alex Parrish, from the FBI, with Jocelyn Turner.
We're here to rescue you.
Jocelyn...
No, no, no.
One of us has to die. That's the rule.
Please.
Finish the fight.
You set us up.
Nothing personal.
With Dante, it's always business.
[Coughing]
[Grunts]
[Grunting and groaning]
-[Clanging noise] -[Frank coughs]
[Muffled sound]
-[Exhales sharply] -Jocelyn was right.
Frank kept all his Dante Warwick files backed up offline.
He was obsessed.
Look.
He wasn't always a psycho.
Well, Some people are born with psychological issues.
Chemical imbalances. It's science.
You saw his file. No parents.
Juvenile institutions with abusive guards.
Begins to paint a picture.
What's that?
Dante's territory.
These lines all have something in common.
They're all back streets. Narrow.
No stop lights, no traffic cameras.
Ambulances on Bronx streets.
These streets.
AmbuFleet.
Could be how he's moving his drugs.
Phone numbers?
Profits.
This is how he moves his money.
[Siren blaring]
[Indistinct yelling]
[Siren chirps]
[Yelling continues]
You've got to be kidding me.
Yo!
Yo! Break it up!
We got a life-or-death situation riding in back.
It's life-or-death up here, too.
I'd choose carefully if I were you.
[Door opens distantly]
-[Sighs] -[Door closes]
I saw Frank, Jocelyn.
He's alive?
Yes. And all of us are getting the hell out of here.
How?
I managed to grab these.
Quantico 101 -- Lock picking.
[Door closes]
He's crossing over.
Tell me when he circles back around.
Back.
He's coming now.
-[Grunts] -[Groans]
Let's go find Frank.
[Grunts]
Come on.
Frank.
[Coughs]
Come on.
You really came for me.
If I say we're out of here, we're out of here.
Let's go.
Jocelyn.
Guys, now would be a good time.
[Owen] Keep going.
I'm dropping off.
You heard him.
[Garage door opens]
If there's a way in, there's a way out --
and we're gonna find it.
Hey, they are going to hunt us down.
-[Men shouting distantly] -Shh!
[Footsteps approaching]
[Man] Somebody at that exit!
South side.
[Grunts]
Now, we have three guns.
Well, that's not gonna get us out of here alive. But...
this might.
Flash bangs?
Yeah.
We have five of them.
They make noise. That's all.
No. They cause blindness and temporary loss of hearing.
They can't shoot at us
if they can't hear or see us.
Exactly.
You...
are our secret weapon.
[Engine shuts off]
[Banging on truck]
We got a problem.
Get out, both of y'all.
You're late.
Who the hell is you?
I'm the one who robbed him.
What'd you say?
Your delivery crew is weak. I took them out.
I want to be your new runner.
You let him take you?
I'm sorry, Mr. Warwick.
[Gunshot]
[Gun cocks]
Apology accepted.
Put this in your ear.
"Don't speak."
"Maintain touch."
She needs to see where we are at every given moment.
-[Gun cocks] -Okay.
[Ringing]
[Gunshots firing distantly]
[Gun cocks]
[Ringing]
How many of you are there?
You think you're gonna play me?
Answer me!
FBI! Put your weapons down!
Put your weapons on the ground!
-FBI! -Drop them! Now!
Put them on the ground! Put them down!
-FBI! Drop your weapons now! -Put them on the ground now!
-On the ground! -Lower it.
There's my girl.
Rules are rules.
[No sound]
Jocelyn...
come on. This isn't you.
Get up.
[No sound]
I want you to leave.
What are you talking about?
Please.
Leave.
Jocelyn, I'm gonna get you out of this bed.
[Sighs]
[Marker squeaking]
And then, we are gonna get Dante together.
[Laughs]
What's so funny?
[No sound]
Leave.
You just need time.
[No sound]
What do I need?
All you need...
I need my hearing back.
And that's never gonna happen.
All you need...
Rules are rules.
[Body thuds]
[Police siren wailing]
I don't belong on this team.
But that's why you're here.
We need people like you
to keep us on the right path.
[Exhales]
Thank you.
You saved my life.
Are you gonna be okay?
Yeah. Yeah.
You?
[Sighs]
I killed her.
She was my responsibility, and I killed her.
And you're my responsibility.
So, I'll say to you what you said to me then.
We do what do we do...
and sometimes, the heavens fall.