02x03 - The Devil's Breath

[bunniefuu]

Jack: Over million Americans

leave the safety of
our borders every year.

If danger strikes,

the FBI's International
Response Team

is called into action.

[Men singing in Spanish]

♪

[Indistinct conversations]

[Singing continues]

Come on. Let's get out of here.

[Scoffs] What makes you
think I'm that kind of girl?

After three years together,

now you're gonna play hard to get?

Got to keep you on your toes, baby.

Don't you mean wrapped
around your finger?

Well, at least something will be on it!

[Chuckles]

You're k*lling me.

[Singing continues]

Oye. Riquísima, mamacita.

¿Lo que estás haciendo con ese gringo?

- iDéjame en paz!
- Hey, hey, hey.

W-What's going on?
W-What'd you say to her?

Drew, stop.

- Okay, let's go, Drew.
- Wait.

- Now, vámonos!
- You got a problem, man?

[Smooches]

[Conversations in native language]

What was that, Paola? I
could have handled that joker.

This is not like New York, Drew.

In Bogotá, life is cheap
and people die for no reason,

so you got to be careful.

¿Puedes ahorrar algo de cambio?

- iPor favor! iPor favor!
- Okay. I get it.

No hemos comido en días.

No, seriously. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't run my mouth
in someplace I don't know.

[Chuckles]

Okay, then call it a night
and stay in your room.

I've barely been out of New York,

let alone South America.

I want to go have some fun!

You'll have plenty of that
when you meet my folks mañana.

[Horn honks]

Now go to bed.

¿Señora, taxi?

[Speaking Spanish]

[Vehicle door closes]

[Vehicle departs]

♪ Sold I to the merchant ships ♪

♪ Minutes after they took I ♪

[Camera shutter clicks]
♪ From the bottomless pit ♪

♪ But my hand was made strong ♪

♪ By the hand of the Almighty ♪

♪ We forward in this generation ♪

♪ Triumphantly

[Suspenseful music plays]

[Elevator bell dings]

Look at that. Well done, Monty.

Tied again.

Well, I did have a good teacher.

[Chuckles]

So, how about returning the favor

and coming out on a case with us?

You know my w*apon of
choice is a computer.

You sure that has nothing to do

with the fact that you hate to fly?

Mae told you, di...

That's the last time I
take her to happy hour.

She can put 'em away.

[Cellphone chimes]

And hustle you in pool.

That's my girl.

What is it?

[Cellphone beeps]

IRT just received a request
from the U.S. Embassy in Bogotá.

Let's go.

One Drew Dafaoe, , of NYC

was found dead in the
alleyway behind his hotel

in Bogotá, Colombia.

There was no sign of a struggle,

so local police
ruled it a su1c1de.

But someone doesn't think it is.

Correct-o, Drew's girlfriend
is a native of Bogotá

and says he has no reason
to take his own life,

so she filed a formal complaint
with the U.S. Embassy

suspecting there was foul play involved.

Mae: There's nothing
in his medical record

to suggest that Drew was of
poor mental or physical health.

Drew claimed on, his
visitor's declaration form

that he was in possession
of an engagement ring.

He was gonna propose.

That doesn't sound like somebody

who's about to take his own life.

Simmons: Unfortunately,
from these photos,

I can't really tell what happened.

I mean, he could have
jumped or been pushed.

True, but what is clear is,

in the hours leading up to Drew's death,

his behavior was very suspect.

After exhausting his
ATM withdrawal limit,

he then went to a local bank
and cleared out his account.

So where's that money?

Missing, As is the ring.

Here I thought Colombia
was cleaning up their act.

Well, it is.

And because of it, more
Americans have visited Colombia

in the last two years than
they have in the previous .

Mm, but like anything, it takes time,

so crime, is still a
big problem for them.

And tourists are always
the easiest targets.

Well, especially when the perception is

that all Americans are rich.

Which explains why Americans

have been targeted in Colombia in .

And most of those were
express kidnappings.

Yeah, but after the victims
are taken at gunpoint,

go to the ATM, withdraw the money,

they're usually immediately released.

And these types of criminals
are highly organized,

mobile, experienced,
but not usually violent.

So, if this is an escalation,

there's no telling what dangers

more Americans might find themselves in.

♪

[Theme music]

"Poverty does not destroy virtue
nor does wealth bestow it."

Jack: The Colombian proverb says,

"Poverty does not destroy
virtue nor wealth bestow it."

♪

[Horn honks]

[Children shouting]

Only cinco pesos.

No. No.

No, thank you.

- Good for you.
- No.

Yeah, here you go.

Muchas gracias.

Get!

iFuera de aquí, ratas!

iAntes de que llame a la policía!

iTodos vamos! iVamos!

[Shouting in Spanish]

"Gamines," or "throwaway children"...

It's a remnant of
Colombia's recent civil wars.

The unemployment,
poverty, lack of housing

has left their parents struggling

and the children abandoned.

So they live on the streets,
join gangs to survive.

What's the Colombian
government doing about this?

Not enough.

I'm sorry about this vermin.

They're a stain on our country.

Agent Garrett. I'm Detective Benavides.

Detective, thanks for having us.

Agent Seger, Jarvis, and Simmons.

I'm sorry that you had to
fly all the way down here

for this... how do you
say... Open-and-close case.

Oh, it certainly looks that way, but...

It is.

This is no longer the
land of Pablo Escobar.

Colombia has taken its
place in a new world

and we would hope that
its neighbors in the North

would trust that we can
police our own backyard.

Well, no disrespect intended,

but when a formal complaint
is filed with our embassy,

we take that very seriously.

Fine. How can I be of assistance?

We'd like to see the
deceased's hotel room.

[Speaking Spanish]

[Speaking Spanish]

Unfortunately, that's not possible.

Because we didn't declare this a crime,

we've removed the deceased's belongings

and released the room back to the hotel.

Which we then rented to a new guest.

We're very busy,

and the Chico Reservado district
is very popular with tourists,

but I can show it to you if you'd like.

If the room's been cleaned and occupied,

then all the evidence
has been compromised.

Agreed, so, Detective,

can you instead, escort
Agents Jarvis and Simmons

to the alleyway where the body was found

so they can take a look?

Of course.

Mae, can you check out the alley

while Simmons takes a look at the roof?

You got it, boss.

This way, por favor.

Let's go have a chat, with
Drew's girlfriend, Paola.

Jack: I know this is a
difficult time for you,

so I apologize in advance
for what I'm about to ask,

but every piece of information is vital.

[Crying] Of course.

Did Drew have any involvement
with dr*gs or drug dealers?

Nada.

Are you sure?

Drew's father's life
was destroyed by dr*gs,

so he never touched them.

Where were you the
night of Drew's death?

At my parents' home in the
Teusaquillo district of Bogotá.

But didn't you travel
to Colombia together?

Mis padres are very old-fashioned.

They would not approve of me
staying in Drew's hotel room.

They didn't know you were
living together in New York?

No.

No.

If your father found out,
would Drew have been in danger?

Mi padre loves me, and in the end,

he has always accepted my decisions.

And in return, I'm very
respectful of him and mi madre,

but never afraid.

Of course.

But I still believe this was my fault.

Paola, why do you say that?

[Sobbing]

Well, Drew and I were dancing

at El Sitio nightclub
down the street, and...

[sniffles] when we left, we
had a run-in with an halcón.

And he tried to talk to
me, but I pulled away.

But then Drew stepped in, and
he had some words with him.

¿Halcón? A hawk?

Yes, halcones are the
lowest-ranking members

of the cartel.

They're responsible

for reporting the activities
of the police, rival groups,

back to their captains.

Are you sure he was an halcón?

He had a walkie-talkie.

Which is how they communicate.

The radio network

is a shadow communication
system for the cartels.

And carved into the handle
were the initials "LP."

LP... The Los Primos cartel.

That's one of Bogotá's most feared.

And he also had a g*n, so I think

they may have followed Drew
to his hotel and k*lled him.

I-I shouldn't have left him there solo.

Paola, why didn't you
tell the police all this?

Because I don't trust the policía!

Some of them are still
in bed with the cartels,

letting them run dr*gs
and scams on tourists.

And it wouldn't have changed anything.

Now Drew is gone, and
all our dreams with it.

[Crying]

[Conversations in Spanish in distance]

I processed the roof. There's
no signs of a struggle.

It's also none of the
emotion of a su1c1de, either.

What are you trying to say?

Well, most people
committing su1c1de will stop.

They'll think for a moment.

They'll have some sort of a hesitation.

Take off their glasses,
fold their jacket,

check their lipstick
one last time, et cetera.

But not Drew.

Security report says

that roof door alarm was triggered,

and seconds later, he hit the ground.

There was no note, no hesitation.

Proves nothing.

Not one person is the same.

That's true, but there
are certain patterns

that we all share when it
comes to our self-preservation,

even when we think we want to die.

In my experience,

people do strange things out
of character all the time.

Completely agreed,

especially when they're
under the influence

of dr*gs or alcohol, but...

The autopsy showed

that there were no
dr*gs in Drew's system,

and the alcohol that he had consumed

the night before barely registered.

Detective Benavides,
have you had any luck

getting surveillance footage

of Drew's ATM or bank withdrawals?

Sí, sí, sí. Claro que sí.

I'll pull it up on one
of the hotel computers.

♪

You all right, Clara?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Paola just reminded
me of the helplessness

that I felt when I lost Brad.

Of course.

If we can find out who did this to Drew,

it's gonna give her closure,
allow her to move on.

I hope we can do that.

We will.

[Speaking Spanish]

No, no, no. Cerrado.

We're closed until : .

FBI.

I was hoping you might
be able to help us out.

I doubt that.

Let's give it a try, anyway.

Either of you see this man last night?

Ahh!

I don't know. We see a lot of people.

All those people end up dead?

[Scoffs]

No dar papaya.

"Don't give the papaya"?

It's a local saying. It means...

That it was probably
the guy's own damn fault

for walking in yesterday,
being gringo, and flashing cash.

And maybe you helped him out with that?

[Laughs]

¿Yo?

[Speaking Spanish]

You Americans are
always putting your noses

in Colombian business

and just making everything worse.

Why don't you stop deflecting
and answer my question?

Ohh.

Mira.

Tough guy with his g*n and his badge.

♪

Now I'm just a tough guy.

But a little piece of tin

doesn't seem like it
would be a problem for you.

Hermano... you don't want any of this.

Big guy like you, doesn't
have many real fights.

Your game is intimidation.

Most people back down before
a punch is ever thrown,

but I'm not one of those guys.

So... you have anything to
do with this man's death?

♪

Okay.

Yeah, okay?

Look...

I tried to talk to his lady.

That's it... Hmm?

I was here all night
into the morning, working.

You don't believe me? Ask him.

Doesn't mean you didn't
get on your walkie

and call one of your
buddies to take care of him.

- I am just...
- Whoa.

Suave.

[Speaking Spanish]

It doesn't work. It's not even loaded.

I am just a security guard.

The walkie and the g*n are a ruse.

So...

If people think, you're
part of the drug cartels,

they think twice before
doing anything stupid?

[Laughs]

Welcome to Colombia.

[Chuckles]

Nothing about his
behavior suggests stress.

Mm. It doesn't look like
he's being coerced at all.

Which supports the original
investigation was correct.

Does this guy look like he's
about to jump off a roof to you?

No. But it doesn't look
like he's being forced

to empty his bank account, either.

[Cellphone rings]

[Cellphone beeps]

What's up, Monty?

I just flagged Timothy
Hulse, , Canadian.

Registered at a hotel
right down the street

from our first victim, Drew.

Also, Tim just emptied his bank account

from the same bank, nearly $ , .

- That's a lot of pocket change.
- Where?

Right around the corner
from your current location.

FBI! Everybody clear!

Clear out!

[Conversations in Spanish]

[Siren wailing]

It's Tim Hulse.

♪

Mae: Thank you for
allowing me to examine

our most recent victim on
our plane, Coroner Falcao.

You know, due to your time constraint

and our overflow of cases,

I think this is the most
effective way to proceed.

Of course.

Witnesses said that he
stepped into traffic...

Committed su1c1de.

So, what do you hope to find?

An answer to why
someone would go against

every survival instinct that they have.

Monty: The victim was not alone

but accompanied to Colombia
by his wife, Amber.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Then let's find her. Pronto.

This might be an escalation
from "express kidnapping"

to a more classic
kidnapping with a ransom.

Yeah, it would explain
why the missus went M.I.A.

And why the bank account was emptied.

But not why he k*lled himself.

Unless it was his life or hers.

Did the victims have
any connection, Monty?

They were both were
visiting Bogotá,

both used the same ATM, which
is the only one within a mile.

Outside of that, Drew was an American...

Tim is a Canuck.

So, the unsub is targeting
not only Americans,

but foreigners.

More specifically, tourists.

And if Tim Hulse emptied
out his bank account,

walked outside, and then
within five minutes, he's dead,

why didn't we find any money on him?

Maybe he passed it off to someone.

That would have to be
pretty quick and organized

seeing that there's no
witnesses or footage.

- [Speaking Spanish]
- This is Colombia.

Unlike America, we are limited

with surveillance
cameras around the city.

Besides the bank cameras...
[speaking Spanish]

Which I'm looking at now.

The footage shows that Tim left

and there's nothing out of the ordinary.

If I didn't know any better,

it'd look like he was
going on a Sunday stroll.

If anyone was taken, it wasn't here.

There's no signs of struggle.

Monty, how old is Mrs. Hulse?

According to her Canadian
passport, . Why?

What does she do for a living?

The Hulses reported
their occupations

on their visitor
declaration form.

Tim was an accountant. Amber
is a third-grade teacher.

Why?

So, what are the odds
that a third-grade teacher

is using purple lipstick
with glitter in it?

Towels are still wet...

and there's red hair in the drain.

I am willing to bet that
Mrs. Hulse is not a...

She's a brunet.

So why was there another
woman in this hotel room?

More importantly, is she our unsub?

Jack, after Tim's untimely death,

I started tracking his credit cards,

and I just got a hit that
someone tried to use it

in a shop nearby.

It could be the people
that have Mrs. Hulse.

Monty, send the coordinates to my phone.

I'm coming with you.

♪

Falcao: I hope you don't
take offense to this,

but in Colombia, not many
women become medical examiners.

In fact, I've never worked with one.

You're my first.

Well, hopefully, I'm
doing the ladies proud

because I have an international
reputation to uphold.

Really?

Um, no.

I just like the way that sounds.

[Chuckles] You're funny, too.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm the whole package.

So, what makes a young, happy woman

go into the business of death?

Well, I was in med school,

and I wasn't exactly sure
what I wanted to do yet,

and then I got my first cadaver.

And she was my age.

And I found myself
wanting to know her story.

And as I started to work on her,

it unfolded right in front of me.

Her body was telling me exactly what

the last few moments of her life were.

You realized the dead can talk.

Sí.

So I... figured, if I became an M.E.,

I could help them find some peace,

maybe even some justice.

Doctor, I think we have a full bladder.

That's unusual.

So there's a receptor antagonist

that blocked the excitatory effect

of the ACh on the detrusor muscle.

I think we know what we're dealing with.

Hey. I just got off the
phone with the embassy.

They're issuing a travel warning
to all Americans in Bogotá

and a warning to other embassies

to do the same for their citizens.

Good. Simmons just called.

He found the person of interest
using the Hulses' credit card.

It turned out to be Mrs. Hulse herself.

Seems she had breakfast
with her husband this morning

before she went on the
Zipaquirá Salt Cathedral tour

while he came back to the hotel to rest.

- [Cellphone ringing]
- So, whoever it was

must have known that she'd be occupied.

- [Cellphone beeps]
- What do you got, Mae?

Mae: Well, the original
medical reports

said that the victims
were not drugged,

when, in fact, they were.

With what?

It's called scopolamine,

A.K.A. "The Devil's Breath."

So, why didn't the
original labs catch it?

Well, scopolamine metabolizes
into the bloodstream so quickly

that standard toxic
panels don't detect it.

It also grows only here in Colombia,

so it's specific to the region.

Bingo.

Now, scopolamine is like
a Mickey on steroids.

It's odorless, it's
off-white in color,

and it can be blown
into someone's face

or just passed on through touch.

Once this happens,
the victim is turned

into a complete mental zombie,

and the memory process
to the brain is blocked.

And while they're
under the influence,

the victim is easily controlled

by suggestions or verbal commands

to perform unspeakable acts,

which is why all of our victims

have been emptying
their bank accounts...

Because they were told to.

And the person
giving the commands

is usually very close by.

And once the drug has worn off,

the victim has no
recollection of what's happened

or what they did under the influence.

They can't even
identify the people that

gave them the drug
in the first place.

Well, then why have them k*ll themselves

if they can't remember anything, anyway?

Unless these crimes of opportunity

are also a way to
fulfill a lust to k*ll.

Sounds like you're
on to something, Mae.

Get back to the hotel as soon
as possible, and we'll regroup.

[Cellphone beeps]

The last time I heard of scopolamine,

a bunch of working girls were using it

to roll Johns on Guatemala.

Well, a lady of the night would explain

who was drinking the champagne.

And who took the shower

in a country where running
water is not always a given.

Yeah, but neither of these victims

look like the kind of men
that would pay for sex.

Agreed, but maybe
they didn't pay for it,

and these women followed them

and found the right
opportunity to dose them.

All right, so where do
we find this working girl?

- [Cellphone beeps]
- That's the easy part.

Simmons, meet us at the Wall.

♪

[Siren wailing in distance]

Simmons: The Wall's
infamous for prostitution.

There she is. Redhead, purple lipstick.

Check.

Nice ice on her finger.

I think we just found Drew's
lost engagement ring...

and his k*ller.

[g*nsh*t]

[Women screaming]

Go, go!

Aah!

[Women screaming]

I don't have a sh*t.

There's too many innocents downrange.

[Grunts]

- There she goes!
- I'll get his attention.

As soon as I draw his
fire, you get the girl.

Copy.

Simmons, you get
everyone else to safety.

Done.

Go!

Come on. Clear, clear,
clear, clear, clear!

Go, go, go! Go, go! Clear, clear!

[g*nshots]

♪

[Grunts, panting]

[g*n clicks]

Jack Garrett, FBI!

What do we got, Jack?

He's on a drug called scopolamine.

It's like you're under hypnosis,

so whoever gives it to you

has a lot of sway

- over your actions.
- [Handcuffs clicking]

♪

Aah!

FBI! Stop!

[Groaning]

[Shouts in Spanish]

[Both grunting]

- Aah!
- [Speaking Spanish]

How'd he know where to find us?

The unsub is watching.

♪

What's your name?

Canela.

But why am I here? I did nothing.

Then why did you run?

Someone was sh**ting.

After that,

when I identified myself
as law enforcement.

Instinct.

Innocent people don't run.

You police are all the same,

deciding who's innocent and who's not.

I am not the Colombian police.

You help me, maybe I can help you.

- ¿Ayudarme?
- Sí.

[Laughs]

Who cares about las
prostitutas in Bogotá?

What I care about, Canela, is the truth.

If you tell it, I can help you.

If not, you go take your chances
with the Bogotá Policía.

What do you want to know?

Within the last hours,

you were hired by two tourists.

Sí.

And they both brought you
back to their hotel rooms.

Sí.

Once you were alone with them,

you used The Devil's Breath
to take them under your control

and manipulate them out of their money.

¿Qué?

After you were finished with them,

you ordered them to take their own lives

to cover your tracks.

No!

Finally, you took the sh**t,

and you did the exact same thing,

but instead of ordering
him to k*ll himself,

you ordered him to k*ll
my teammate Jack Garrett

because we were getting too close.

INada! IMentiras!

Not lies, Canela! It's the truth!

If I told you the truth,
you wouldn't believe me.

Try me!

Sí, both turistas y gringos

hired me for the night,
but neither wanted sexo.

What did they want?

Por extraño que parezca,
they wanted nothing.

They fed me, told me to shower,

and then paid me for the whole day

so I didn't have to work anymore.

The one guy even gave me this ring.

I know this all sounds loco,
but what am I supposed to do?

Not take the money? Not take the ring?

I got to eat.

So what about the
gunman? What did he want?

I never met him.

When he came and started sh**ting,

that was the first time I ever saw him.

I swear on el mismo Jesucristo.

Mae and Simmons are
interviewing the sh**t.

How'd it go with our working girl?

She says she's innocent.

Of course.

I believe her, Jack.

Why's that?

Well, because when people
lie, they tend to minimize,

you know, to conceal their
degree of involvement,

but Canela has admitted to everything,

including things that would
cast doubt on her story,

like the fact that they
paid her extra money

or that Drew gave her the ring.

Her only crime is growing
up on these streets

and trying to survive.

So, if she didn't do it [sighs]

whoever our unsub is
has a soft spot for her.

Agreed.

And they want her washed,
fed, and off the streets.

But it's, a conflicting motivation...

Greed versus romance?

Could be dealing with a schizophrenic,

someone of two minds,

on the one hand, driven by logic...

On the other, driven by emotion.

Which could be a blessing.

I mean, the emotional side of our unsub

is driving them to take risks

that they normally wouldn't take.

Exactly. Which could be their undoing.

Or their common thread.

Canela asked me, "Who cares
for prostitutes in Bogotá?"

Someone else who's been thrown away.

[Inhales sharply]

I what? [Scoffs]

You got to be kidding me. I had a g*n?

Where would I get a g*n?

We found this on you.

Where'd you get it?

Well, who's this?

I've never seen this guy before.

It's okay, sir. We believe you.

You do?

Yeah, we think that you were drugged.

I'm taking a sample
right now to confirm.

Well, how?

Well, that is what we are
trying to figure out.

What's the last thing you remember?

Uh, I decided to take a walk

from my hotel down to the marketplace.

Then...

[Humming "Redemption Song"]

"Redemption Song?"

Yeah, that's what I remember.

I put some money into the...

The Kid Musician's hat.

[Chuckles]

And then everything went dark.

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Conversations in Spanish]

Thank you.

Papaya, señorita? Please?

Papaya?

["Redemption Song" plays]

Here you go.

- Music.
- The Polaroid of Jack.

The marketplace...

It's what all the vics had in common.

The Chico Reservado district

is very popular among the tourists.

They walk through here every single day.

Jack: And finally the kids.

They're everywhere.

The poor and homeless
are often invisible.

Yeah, that's why this crime
was so hard to figure out.

We underestimated them.

Clara: Yeah, because
you don't want to believe

that kids are capable of such a thing.

[Blows]

[Blows]

♪

Doesn't mean he's our unsub.

He looks like the ringleader to me.

He just may be,

but let's kick the tires
on this and be sure.

Our unsub is targeting tourists.

These are crimes of opportunity,

but there's, a sadistic element to them.

Robbery should have been enough,

but these murders are extra.

This person wants control, craves power.

I-It's not just about money,

but about making his
victims be punished.

This is someone who's angry
at tourists or foreigners.

Yeah, a domineering personality,

someone who takes pleasure

in... in making their victims helpless.

This kid doesn't fit the profile.

So what? He fits the crime.

See, look at the way he checks around.

See?

See right there?

Before he gives the kid the money.

They're afraid of someone.

So he's got nothing to do with this?

He might not be our unsub,

but he's most definitely our Romeo.

Strawberries, champagne, and a shower.

Only a kid on the street
who lacks these things

is gonna know their value.

How is that possible?

Whoever is tied into
protecting this girl

is most likely the person
who did all of this.

Unless we're looking for two people...

One Alpha and one Beta.

Which is why our profile
was so conflicting.

These kids are just puppets.

Someone else is pulling the strings,

giving information from afar.

So we're not looking for a Romeo.

We're looking for a Cyrano.

So, how do we find this Cyrano?

First, let's get these
kids off the street

and to safety.

[Mid-tempo music plays]

iLa policía!

iCorran! iCorran!

[Children shouting in Spanish]

[Speaking Spanish]

Hey.

FBI.

¿Hablas inglés?

Sí.

Where'd you learn to speak English?

Where else?

American music.

Benavides: He's clean.

Which means I'm free to go. Gracias.

No, no, no, no. [Speaking Spanish]

They're all clean.

One of the other kids

must have gotten away
with the scopolamine.

I'm not interested in you going to jail,

but I am interested in who your boss is.

I'm the boss.

I think you're just a
kid being manipulated.

You don't know anything about
me or my friends or my family.

Well, I know whoever you
think your friend is, isn't.

They're using you and all the others

to do bad things

so that, if you get caught,
you all go to jail, not them.

The FBI likes to lie.

I promise you, we're not
lying. Let me help you.

I know you're just trying
to take care of your friends.

We're okay.

We'll take care of ourselves.

Gracias.

iVámonos!

[Conversations in Spanish]

So, what now?

We follow them.

♪

[Children speaking Spanish]

♪

Well, they can't have
escaped that quickly.

♪

[Pallet thuds]

[Tapping]

Simmons: Got 'em.

[Metal scrapes, clatters]

Yeah, they can fit
in here, but we can't.

Need to find another way in.

They're probably meeting
with their leader now.

Benavides: I'm pretty sure
this leads under the hotel.

Maybe there's a way in from there.

[Metal clangs]

[Weakly] Everyone
worked real hard today.

Aah!

[Children gasp, whimpering]

[Gasps]

♪

[Speaking Spanish]

_

Finally a chance to be the conquerors

instead of the conquered!

_

The FBI is not here for Canela.

[Breathing quickly]

They're here because
you k*lled all those men!

Now k*ll yourself.

_

They all could have been
traced back to Canela...

_

What?

_

No!

_

But Canela was our family!

_

She had to go.

We... We all loved her like a sister.

And what about me?

Huh?!

You were all nothing but
rats living in a sewer!

I brought you here! I gave you all this!

I gave you a family, a home!

No! You say all that, but
you treat us skinny dogs!

And when you don't need us,
you're gonna throw us out, too!

[Breathing quickly]

Like you did with Canela.

Shut up!

[Children gasping, whimpering]

Jack: FBI! Drop the w*apon!

[Groans]

I said, drop the w*apon!

_

[g*nsh*t]

[Gasping]

[Breathing quickly]

[Children speaking Spanish]

[Children whimpering]

Okay...

[Conversations in Spanish]

♪

Benavides: Her name
was Gabriella Muñoz,

ex-street kid and prost*tute
with a long criminal record

and a history of extreme
Colombian nationalistic views.

So, how did she become
the hotel manager?

Rosa Fernandez was an alias

that she must have stolen
and used to get the job.

The kids say

that she had been planning
this scam for a while.

A hotel manager's a perfect cover

if you want to rip off some tourists.

Yeah, and being surrounded by them

must have triggered her resentment

towards all the foreigners.

And suddenly, it wasn't enough
to just steal from them...

She needed to k*ll them, too.

I owe you and your team an apology.

I thought there was nothing here.

You were right. There was.

Well, this is one of those
times I wish I was wrong.

Hopefully, in the
future, we can do more?

Thank you.

So, what about them?

[Conversations in Spanish]

What happens now?

Although they were part
of a criminal activity,

I've spoken to my
superior on their behalf,

and he's taken into
account their circumstances.

They've been cleared of any wrongdoing.

Well, I'm glad to hear that

because I found someone who
can help us.

[Horn honks]

I have a friend who runs an orphanage.

[Bus door opens]

[Chuckling] Hola, Jack.

Thank you for coming, Ramona.

The kids are right
over there with my team.

I'll go introduce myself,

and then we can take them
off to their new home.

What would you have done if we decided

to press charges against them?

I guess we'll never
have to find that out.

[Chuckles]

[Children shouting in Spanish]

Um, I'm gonna be right back.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I, uh... I have something
that belongs to you.

[Voice breaking] Oh, my God.

Drew wanted you to have this.

♪ Old pirates, yes, they rob I ♪

It's perfect.

♪ Sold I to the merchant ships ♪

[Engine starts]
♪ Minutes after they took I ♪

♪ From the bottomless pit ♪

♪ But my hand was made strong ♪

♪ By the hand of the Almighty ♪

♪ We forward in this generation ♪

♪ Triumphantly ♪

♪ Won't you help to sing ♪

♪ These songs of freedom? ♪

♪ 'Cause all I ever have ♪

[Children cheering]

♪ Redemption songs ♪

♪ Redemption songs ♪

♪ Redemption song ♪

♪ Redemption song ♪

♪