[suspenseful music]
♪
[protestors shouting]
- Oh, yeah.
This'll do.
[protestors cheering]
Welcome home, ladies and gentlemen!
She's ours now!
♪
- Ah!
Play ball!
[cheering]
[sirens wailing]
[indistinct shouting]
[officers speaking Spanish]
protestors: [chanting] Eat the rich! Eat the rich!
- Eat the rich!
♪
- [speaking Spanish]
- [laughs] 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.
- [gasping] - Police! Show me your hands!
- Wait! Wait! She was already dead!
- Down on your knees now!
♪
- High five. High five. Good boy.
- Hey. [chuckles] 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.
[phone ringing]
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
- Don't miss me too much.
- [laughs] 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.
[laughs] 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.
- [whistles] 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.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- 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?
- [crying]
- 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.
[yelps]
- Did you see Arturo hit Emelia Sofer?
♪
She didn't actually see it.
- Circumstantial evidence is still evidence.
- [sighs] No. We need more.
- [speaking Spanish]
- 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.
- No.
No. No! No!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- [crying]
[somber music]
♪
- Should have known something like this would happened.
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
nowadays, 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... [sobs]
- 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 café 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.
[somber music]
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?
[suspenseful music]
- 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 café
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.
[indistinct chatter]
- [speaking Spanish]
- Yeah. Uh-huh. Sí.
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?
[suspenseful music]
- 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.
[suspenseful music]
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.
[phone ringing]
- 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.
- [sighs] 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?
[suspenseful music]
♪
- 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...
[cell phone buzzing]
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.
- [sighs] 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?
- [laughs]
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.
♪
[phone ringing]
- 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.
[tense music]
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[c][3] 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?
[suspenseful music]
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?
- [crying]
♪
- 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.
- [laughs]
♪
- 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.
[pensive music]
♪
- 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?
[suspenseful music]
- [speaking Spanish]
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]