- Previously
on "The Endgame"...
- All of your targets
are in this photo.
The others, are they next?
- Val Turner will discover it.
- She's got us
chasing our tails,
and I'm ducking calls
from the White House.
- We're hoping to make you
our point person
on this operation.
- What about Director Réal?
- We're boots on the ground.
- Hello, Mrs. Turner.
This is Michael Bagnall.
I'm representing
Ms. Fedorova.
- [groans]
- He d*ed
when he hit that table.
They're threatening
a full investigation,
during which
I'll be in solitary.
- I don't believe this.
- I didn't think
I could have children.
- "A little girl, when asleep,
puts her hand onto her heart."
- The message triangulated
to Upstate New York.
- I think we just figured out
where Elena's keeping
her daughter.
- Stand by for the go order.
We're retaking
the Federal Reserve.
On the ground now!
- FBI!
- Great news all around.
- The job had to get done.
I got it done.
- How's she gonna steal
6,000 tons of gold?
[dramatic music]
♪
♪
- Good morning, Skeptics.
New mind-blowing
insider information
about Elena Fedorova.
While the mainstream media
is covering the bank heists,
the FBI is
covering up the truth.
Multiple government officials
and high-profile individuals
have been arrested this week.
Coincidence?
I don't think so.
- Nobody's gonna
take this seriously.
Look at this guy.
- Now, what do all these
people have in common?
According to an anonymous tip,
they were all employed by
the White House ten years ago.
- An hour ago, this video
had 100 views.
How many do you see now?
- 2 million.
- Queen Fedorova
is exposing something big.
The question is, who's next?
Free Elena.
I'm the Serial Skeptic,
helping you
see the bigger picture.
- It's not the video
I'm worried about.
It's what it represents.
Elena Fedorova is
turning people to her cause.
These takedowns have to end
before she becomes
the face of some
ill-informed revolution.
- I promise you,
I will do everything
in my power--
- It hasn't been enough.
It would be a different story
if you were the FBI director.
- If you're offering
a promotion, I accept.
[chuckles]
- Interim director to start,
following a suspension
of Director Réal.
- You are offering a promotion.
- Let me give you a timeline
of what your future
could look like,
unless you're needed
in the field.
- All quiet.
- Great.
- This photo's been
her North Star.
Everyone in it's
been taken down,
but there's still two banks
under siege, meaning...
- There's more to come.
Question is, do we wait
or take a more proactive
approach?
- What are we talking,
Director?
- Well, there is
a tsunami of pressure
coming from Washington.
We may have to make
some bold moves.
- I'm all for bold moves.
- The messages you decoded
being sent to Fedorova,
likely from her daughter,
we've narrowed the source
to a farm in Cold Spring
in the Hudson Valley.
- And you're sending
a recon team to find the child?
- Or an extraction team
to take her into custody.
- Kidnap a five-year-old?
Is that where we are?
- Hasn't Fedorova done worse?
A woman in a vault losing air,
a man with a b*mb
strapped to his chest.
This could be
the leverage we need
to finally end this circus.
- Using her child against her?
What does that make us?
- Equal to our opponent.
- It makes us desperate.
- You're the reason
we took back
the gold vault
at the Federal Reserve.
Imagine what you could do
with a National Guard presence
in the next few days,
coordinated with your people,
when they are your people.
- I love the idea of firepower.
- It's this clarity of vision
that will finally take
the city back from Fedorova.
- Thank you
for believing in me.
- And I think
we will all benefit--
fit from--
- Julia?
Julia.
- [groans]
- Julia.
Hey, hey.
- Miss Swanstrom?
- She's still breathing.
Call 911!
[tense music]
What's happening?
♪
- No. Stop.
♪
- Before you decide
to take her child into custody,
she keeps saying
that she wants me
to see that we're partners.
Let me try that approach.
- Impress upon her,
no more games.
- You know, if I look past
your questionable morality,
I can almost see the merit
in what you've done.
You've only ever given us
the truth,
even when it was
difficult to hear.
- Flattery.
[mug clatters on table]
Is someone getting anxious?
- Name your target.
And quit the guessing games
and the storytelling.
- I actually have.
You just don't know it yet.
- See, that's a guessing game,
which I just asked you
to quit doing.
- I couldn't be more clear.
This ends and all banks
will be released
when everyone who was
in that White House room
the day of the church bombing
is brought to justice.
- They're all in custody
and awaiting trial.
- One more story.
- You're pissing off people
who will drop you down a hole.
- Deeper than this one?
- Your lieutenants,
Louie and Rona,
will fall off
the face of the planet,
and you may never see
your daughter again.
Do you want that child
to grow up without a mother?
- I want her to grow up
in a better world than I did,
one where a happy life
is possible,
like in the stories
I used to read her,
like in the story
about the king.
Have I told you that one?
- No, no, you haven't.
You haven't told me
a story about a king.
- It was my daughter's
absolute favorite.
Once there was a king,
and he was told that a girl
could spin straw into gold.
So he made her his prisoner
and locked her up in a tower.
- What's a prisoner?
- A prisoner, my love,
is someone
who is kept someplace
they don't want to be.
And so one day,
she was trying to spin
all that straw into gold.
- [sighs]
So we can do it the easy way...
Or continue the painful way.
- If you want to know
where Lady Belok is...
I'll die before I tell you.
- I'm not interested
in her location right now.
- Then what?
- I want you
to tell me
about the gold.
♪
- [gasps]
- The gold.
What did she mean by that?
- I wish I knew.
- These stories and riddles.
If we don't get clarity soon,
my team goes upstate.
- Excuse me, sir.
There's an incoming call
from the White House.
- Oh, this won't be pleasant.
- It's for you both.
- Hello?
Can anyone hear me?
♪
[mechanical creaking]
- President Wright.
- Director, Agent Turner.
- Hello, Mr. President.
- Julia Swanstrom
missed this morning's
intelligence briefing, and
she'd sooner cut off a toe.
Naturally,
I got concerned, and then...
we just got
this anonymous link.
- Oh, my God.
[whispering]
Swanstrom is the next target.
- Find her.
And whoever is
responsible for this,
I want you to make them bleed.
- [breathing heavily]
♪
- It's filling up.
Is that...
- Gold paint.
♪
- Help me!
- Why Swanstrom?
Tell me now.
Don't push it.
Not today.
- And spoil the surprise?
Not for all the gold
in the world.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- I looked into
Owen's predicament.
This isn't a minor infraction.
He k*lled a man.
- It was self-defense.
He was protecting me.
- If that's the case
and it's on surveillance,
he'll duck it but not soon.
Getting him
out of solitary in time
would require a miracle.
- The plan falls apart
without Owen.
It's a two-man job.
- You need to make peace
with the reality
that it's now a one-man job.
- And Owen?
He stays in the lockup?
- I'll work on it.
Remember why you're doing
this...
and who's waiting for you
on the other side.
♪
- [speaking Russian]
[siren wailing,
indistinct chatter]
- They used Arkon gas,
the sleeping gas
Doak was planning to use.
- There's a grim poetry to it.
The gas, gold paint.
- Could be related
to the gold
at the Federal Reserve.
It's the only bank
we took back.
Maybe a message?
- We have 24-hour surveillance
on that vault.
Nobody's been inside
since Snow White broke in.
Let's concentrate on Swanstrom.
- How long do we have?
- Three hours tops.
- She's not in Fedorova's
White House photo,
and there's no way
she could've been.
Her name's not in
the White House sign-in logs,
and she has social media posts
show her serving in
the Peace Corps at the time.
- Model citizen.
- Wouldn't be the first time
one of Elena's targets
appeared innocent at first.
- She's innocent.
- You build that opinion
during your off-hours meeting
with her?
- We were just
discussing strategy,
nothing out of school.
- Nobody said it was
until you did.
You've had a rough morning.
Take the day, Doak.
- Sir, I can help
with the search.
- I said take the day.
That's an order.
Val, keep me updated.
- What?
I was just taking a meeting.
Is that a crime?
- We don't have any leads.
Did she say anything
that could help us find her?
- We were discussing strategy.
I am not gonna be interrogat--
Ouch.
- Uh, Val.
- I'm not a damn
training puppet.
- Special Ops just sent it.
- Hey, Skeptics,
check out this video
submitted by
an anonymous subscriber.
Chief of staff
Julia Swanstrom
entered this hotel at 8:45.
- How does he know about this?
- I don't know.
- Now there are reports
that her suite
is crawling with FBI agents
and she's nowhere to be seen.
Is the chief of staff missing?
Is she Fedorova's next target?
Subscribe for more.
I'm the Serial Skeptic,
helping you
see the bigger picture.
- Wait, pause it,
pause it, pause it.
Go back.
Okay, stop right there.
Zoom in on that delivery van
in front of the hotel.
What does it say?
- Zinnia's Flowers.
- That's how
they got the gas in.
Find that flower shop.
What'd you say
that guy's handle was,
the Serial Skeptic?
- Yeah, what are you doing?
- He currently has
more leads than the FBI.
I'm subscribing.
- [gasping]
Help!
Somebody help me!
- What time did you say the van
went missing last night?
- Oh, I don't know.
One of my drivers noticed
it was gone early this morning.
- Well, why didn't you file
a police report?
- Well, I was about to,
but then it was back,
parked in its usual spot,
keys on the dash,
gas t*nk full.
Here she is.
- Thank you.
- Why go through the trouble
of refilling the t*nk?
- Fedorova image control.
She doesn't steal
from the people.
She's like Robin Hood
but in couture.
- Looks like
they washed the van.
The outside is spotless.
- Not in here.
Anthony, look.
- Probably just
flower potting soil.
- It doesn't look like
potting soil.
- Not like Snow White
to leave evidence behind.
- Unless she wanted us
to find it.
- Val.
- [sighs]
I'll deal with him.
Hand-carry a sample back
to the lab to identify origin.
Not taking the day?
- This is the chief of staff
we're talking about.
[phone ringing]
I'm riding with you.
- It's Réal.
- Let's take it in your car.
I need to stay in the loop.
Hey,
do not tell him I'm here.
- Director.
- Do you have any idea
what's going on
at Fort Totten right now?
- What do you mean?
[indistinct chatter]
♪
- People are
assembling outside.
How do they know
Fedorova is here?
[phone chimes]
- [sighs]
The Serial Skeptic.
- Some internet troll.
- A week ago, he was posting
paranoid conspiracy theories
about aliens,
and then suddenly,
he has spot-on information
about Fedorova's plan.
- Find him.
- Okay,
according to his latest post,
he's outside the crowd
at the Federal Reserve.
- Get his source.
Go.
- Let's go.
A woman's life is on the line.
[engine turning over]
- No ransom.
No tit-for-tat demands.
Just a woman in a water t*nk
and anonymous tips
to a blogger.
- Director,
were you the type of child
that would skip ahead to the
last page of the mystery novel?
- Ms. Fedorova,
were you the type
that taunted animals
until they bit you?
- Never.
- And I was always
very patient,
but there is a limit.
And I don't want to get to it.
- You seem exasperated.
- I don't like
what you're pushing me to.
- Same.
Stay patient, Director.
You'll have your answer
soon enough.
- [gasping]
Get me out of here!
I swear you won't
get away with this!
.
- [grunting]
- That actually hurt me.
Listen,
you are causing both of us
unnecessary pain
and frustration.
- Seryozha, dinner.
- Smells good, doesn't it?
Eh?
Golubtsy.
My mother's recipe.
My mother,
who your family m*rder*d.
So...
I'm gonna go upstairs
and have a wonderful dinner
with my exquisite wife,
and when I come back,
I hope...
you tell me what you know
about the gold.
[dramatic music]
♪
Oh, and if I like what I hear,
maybe you'll get
some leftovers.
♪
- [groans]
♪
[dull thud]
[door creaks]
- Are you a prisoner?
Can you make straw into gold?
- [chuckles]
I can try.
- How?
- Well, it's a secret.
You know what a secret is,
don't you?
You want me to tell you?
I can't tell you the secret
when you're all the way
over there.
Come on.
Come.
Come.
- [screams]
- [shushing]
Quiet, quiet.
[suppressed g*nsh*t]
[grunts]
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
What are you doing here?
What are you doing up?
Did you have a bad dream, huh?
- I don't want her growing up
seeing the kinds of things
I saw when I was a child.
- Well, at least our prisoner
won't be bothering her anymore.
- He's dead?
Then it was all for nothing.
- We'll get our answers
another way.
- Without Sofiya.
- What are you suggesting?
- I have a distant cousin
on my mother's side.
She lives alone
in upstate New York.
Sofiya will go stay with her,
out of harm's way,
until...
every last person
responsible
for that church bombing
gets what they deserve.
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
[sirens wailing]
♪
- What do you got, Anthony?
- Minerologist is getting
a more detailed analysis,
but turns out, the dirt from
the van has traces of clay.
- Clay?
Then we're talking
about a factory,
pottery warehouse.
- I'm searching
all of the above.
There's about 200 candidates.
- Narrow the search.
Think.
- Lot of Snow White fans.
Elena's gaining support.
There he is,
the Serial Skeptic.
- Hey, you, step out.
- Whoa, whoa, I know my rights.
This is a public street.
- Yeah, and you're coming
inside to have a chat,
or I make your life hell
in ten different ways.
- We just want to ask you
a couple questions, okay?
- Okay, all right, all right.
- Thank you. Thank you.
- Free Elena!
all: Free Elena!
Free Elena!
Free Elena!
- Come on, come on.
all: Free Elena!
Free Elena!
- My tips are anonymous.
Doormen, waiters.
Just people in the right place
at the right time.
- You never been approached
by anybody in a pixelated mask?
- Even if Snow White
approached me,
I wouldn't know it.
You can buy Fedorova fan gear
on any street corner now.
My account blew up when I
started posting Elena content.
A bunch of my subscribers
are meeting up here.
- Why here?
- Federal Reserve is Elena's
only failed bank heist.
She'll be back.
- Have you gotten
any tips recently about
chief of staff Julia Swanstrom?
- An hour ago.
- What was the tip?
Speak now.
- The chief of staff
is a clone.
- This is insane.
- Famous people
clone themselves all the time
for money, power,
to fake their own deaths,
like Steve Jobs or Tupac.
- Val.
- All right,
back to your day job. Come on.
- It's true. There are secret
cloning facilities
all over the country.
There's one on Staten Island.
- What did
your anonymous tip say?
- Just that some company
no one has ever heard of
is building
a water research facility
in a sketchy old mine.
- Would this happen to be
a clay mine, by any chance?
- Yes.
How did you know?
It's nice to know someone
in the FBI has got a brain.
- Thanks for the tip.
- Just helping you
see the bigger picture.
- [snaps fingers]
- Yes, boss.
- Clone factory?
The man has sludge for brains.
- There is one clay mine
within 50 miles.
Staten Island.
You got somewhere better to be?
- This is unacceptable, Réal.
Right under your nose.
- I agree, Mr. President.
We will find her.
- Call me
with some good news.
[phone ringing]
- Val.
- Director,
we're five minutes out
from the clay mine,
but I'm getting the sense
that there's something to come
at the Reserve.
She's gathering a crowd there.
- I'm doubling our presence.
Val, we're at a fulcrum.
I'm sending an HRT unit
to get eyes on Fedorova's kid.
- Director,
this is just recon, right?
- For the moment.
There's a boot on my neck.
- So you found Fedorova's kid?
- We're not bringing her in.
- If it were up to me,
I'd send a Black Hawk
to pick her up right now.
- Good thing
it's not up to you.
- Yet.
- [gasping]
Help!
.
[siren wailing]
[tense music]
♪
- Which way do we go?
Val!
- Stop.
Listen.
[liquid trickling]
Over here.
This way.
- There.
What the hell is this thing?
How do we get in?
How do we empty it?
There's the valve.
- Try to break the lock.
I'll try to dislodge
the drain pipe.
- [grunting]
- It's rusted as hell.
I think I can break it.
- Hurry, she's drowning.
[both grunting]
- I almost got it.
♪
- Come on.
Julia.
- [coughing]
- It's all right.
You're safe now.
[indistinct chatter]
- All done here?
- Owen, you're here.
- In the flesh.
- The attorney said
it was gonna be a miracle.
You were stuck in solitary.
- They said they reviewed
the surveillance
and let me out on self-defense.
- Mm.
- The plan is on.
- Huh.
- Thanks for having my back.
- Always.
Thanks for having mine.
[laughs]
Ah.
- Do me a favor, Val.
Give me a description
of that clay mine.
- This place has been
out of commission for years.
It's supposed to be
a water facility now,
but that looks like
a front to me.
- Right.
See, I did some digging,
some thinking,
like Doak suggested.
The mine is owned by--
get this--Julia Swanstrom.
- You're kidding.
- It was an active clay mine
when it was purchased
six years ago
by a shell corporation
called HydroPure International,
but Swanstrom is the signatory.
- She owns this place?
- Any indication
of why she might want to?
- Zero, Anthony,
but I'm gonna look into it.
- Can I get you some water?
Anything at all?
- Miss Swanstrom,
how you doing?
You up for a couple questions?
- Maybe later, Val.
She's had a nasty day.
We both have.
- You own this place,
this clay mine.
- Owning land is not a crime.
- Through a shell corp?
Suggests tax evasion.
- Open my books.
I have nothing to hide.
- Easy, Val.
- Fedorova wanted us
to discover this place.
Why?
Why is Fedorova targeting you?
- For the same reason
she's targeting you.
This morning, Patrick
caught me up on your history,
your husband's betrayal.
Fedorova preys
on smart, capable people,
bending them to her will.
She's an anarchist
who wants to destabilize
the U.S. government.
And she continues
to humiliate us out there
while you waste FBI resources,
resources I could reallocate
with one phone call.
- Hey.
I suggest you go before you get
reallocated out of a job.
[indistinct chatter]
- Crowd has grown.
Please advise.
- Why are you holding
Elena Fedorova?
- What are the charges
against her?
- We want answers now.
- This isn't a dictatorship.
- This has been a difficult
week for all of us.
Our nation is facing is facing
an unprecedented...
- Val.
♪
- I got a bad feeling, Anthony.
The clay mine,
a t*nk of gold paint,
and a squeaky-clean
chief of staff
who isn't in Elena's
White House photo.
- And Doak is acting fearless.
- That's the most
disturbing part.
[phone cameras clicking]
It's like
the Serial Skeptic says,
I'm not seeing
the bigger picture.
- He's filming us.
I'm putting an end to that
right damn now.
- No, no, no, no, don't.
There's no point.
You can take his phone away,
but you can't
take them all away.
That's why Elena's trying
to reach the people.
You can't stop them all
from posting videos
and taking pictures.
- When everyone who was
in that White House room
the day of the church
bombing...
- Oh.
- What just happened?
- Anthony, this is a photo.
- Thank you, Val.
We know that.
- Meaning someone took it.
We've been trying
to figure out why Elena
is targeting someone
who isn't in the photo,
but there was another person
in that room that day.
Whoever took the photo,
that's her last target.
- Okay, but it couldn't
have been Swanstrom.
She was in the Peace Corps.
- Do you still have those
White House sign-in logs
that you pulled up
from this morning?
- Yeah.
- We missed it
because we were searching
for Swanstrom,
but look for any name
you might recognize.
It would have to be
someone powerful,
someone the chief of staff
might know or want to protect.
- Val, he was a junior senator
at the time,
but I see a name
I definitely recognize.
Andrew Wright
visited the White House
on the day
Fedorova's wedding was bombed,
but if he took the picture,
that means...
- A story about a king.
- [speaking indistinctly]
- Elena's last target is the
president of the United States.
- May we persevere
as one people,
and may God bless
the United States of America.
.
[dramatic music]
♪
- [groaning softly]
♪
[touch tone beeps, line rings]
- Hey, Bagnall, what's up?
- I've been trying
to reach you all day.
- Oh, don't worry about it.
Owen is already out.
Whatever you did worked.
- It wasn't me.
When I called
to discuss Owen's case,
I was informed
he'd already been released.
- Is it possible
it's an actual miracle?
- Someone got him sprung
without a fight,
someone powerful
who is not with us.
Sergey...
we might have a problem
with Owen Turner.
[helicopter rotors whirring,
horn honks]
[siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
[timer beeping]
♪
- Is this necessary, Val?
- It's a matter
of national security.
We need the privacy.
- Okay, what's so important?
- We think Fedorova's
real target is the president.
- She's going to attempt
an assassination?
- No, no,
that's not Elena's style.
She's gonna want
to expose him somehow
for being involved
in the bombing
of Fedorova's wedding
ten years ago.
- What?
What are you talking about?
What wedding?
- You really don't know,
do you?
- Clearly not.
- I'm very confused.
- Your kidnapping
led us to the mine.
So why did you buy that mine
six years ago?
- To build
that water research facility.
Waterborne diseases are one
of the leading causes of death
in children
in developing nations.
And clay can be a cheap,
effective water filtration
solution.
- Wow, you really are
a model citizen.
What?
- That's what
President Wright says.
That's why he gave me
the capital to buy that mine.
- The president
gave you the money?
- He said
he believed in my vision.
I couldn't afford the land,
so he set up
a shell corporation in my name.
Yes, it's technically
inappropriate.
Does it warrant
this interrogation?
- Turner, now.
[timer beeping]
[timer buzzes]
[tense music]
♪
- You got something else,
or should I just have you
turn over your badge right now?
- That might require a sign-off
from the director.
- Hmm.
- Or am I looking
at his replacement?
- Don't know
what you're talking about.
- Oh, you do.
You've been
hinting at it all day.
You have a terrible poker face.
- Well, facts are facts.
It's not mine yet,
but it's in the mail.
Only question now is,
do you want to go quietly
or with all your bridges
on fire?
- With you, that bridge
has been burning for a year.
- Yeah, well, I called it
when Owen got arrested
that you'd also go down
in disgrace.
I should tell fortunes.
[alarm ringing]
- Is that a fire alarm?
- Sprinklers activated
in the gold vault.
Some kind
of incendiary device.
Damn it, I can't tell
what I'm looking at.
[indistinct chatter]
What's happening?
- Smoke b*mb
set off the sprinklers.
- Smoke b*mb?
When did she set up
a smoke b*mb?
- She's doing this?
Fedorova?
- You know when she left it?
When you liberated the Reserve.
It was a setup.
She left something behind.
- We were both there that day.
- Oh, now you want
to share credit?
- I never heard of this,
but my guys are asking
for an FBI supervisor.
- What's happening?
What's going on?
What happened to the gold?
- It melted.
- Some kind of acid spray
from the sprinklers?
- It's water.
- Gold paint.
♪
Clay.
All the gold is fake.
.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
- I'll take her in.
- Just one minute more, please.
♪
- We'll see her again soon.
18 months are
gonna go by in a flash.
- [groans]
18 months.
Our family
is being torn apart again,
all for gold.
That bastard has hidden
6,000 tons of gold
somewhere in New York.
Let's find it and make him pay.
Just one more minute, please.
- Of course, my love.
Take all the time you need.
♪
[speaking Russian]
♪
[indistinct
police radio chatter]
- All right, I got all
the names of the firefighters
who went into the Reserve.
Fire captain
swore them to secrecy.
Nobody saw anything.
- Now we know
what the president
was doing with that clay mine.
This has to be kept quiet.
- How long's
it gonna stay that way?
Biggest bank heist in history?
And where the hell
is all that gold?
- Anywhere, but we are now
part of a very select
group of people who suspects
who really took it.
Can't prove it, though, because
he used Swanstrom's name.
Elena was right again.
- Val, knowing what we know,
are we...
- In danger?
For now, we tell no one what
we know about the president.
- Even if we did,
who would believe us?
We'd sound as crazy
as the Serial Skeptic.
- Agent Turner.
- Speak of the devil.
- Elena do this?
- [exhales sharply]
- What was it this time?
- Nothing.
False alarm.
- No, come on.
I'll call it an anonymous tip.
- Go home.
Take down those videos...
for your own good.
- I'm a journalist.
I refuse to be censored.
[tense music]
♪
- Hey, you dropped your phone.
- This isn't my--
♪
- Director,
I'm glad you wanted to talk.
I'm putting together
a handpicked ops team
for the gold recovery,
totally sub rosa.
- I know what you were meeting
with the chief of staff
about this morning.
I should fire you.
- I'm not sure you have
that authority anymore.
Turner told you?
- She didn't say a word.
I still have a few friends
in the Beltway.
- Fedorova's child.
Located?
- Located.
But not approached.
This whole Fedorova business
is...
bringing out
the darkest parts in all of us.
Or maybe it's just
who we've been all along.
The truth coming to light.
Be careful, Patrick.
You're getting
into some deep water.
- Don't worry.
I know how to swim.
♪
- k*ll the mic.
Where's the gold?
- You're upset.
Understood.
That's the thing
about the truth.
Sometimes we don't like it.
Sometimes it hurts us.
Sometimes it comes at a cost.
The cost of discovering
the truth about the fake gold
in the Federal Reserve:
about $500 billion.
- Where is it?
- Help me prove
the president took it,
and I'll tell you
where he put it.
- No.
I'm not supposed
to tell you this.
But we know that
your daughter's name is Sofiya.
5 1/2, brown hair.
She's in upstate New York
with a caretaker named Bruna.
The FBI is watching her
from a distance
for now,
but if you don't tell me
where the gold is,
they will come for her.
And I won't be able
to stop them.
- I haven't held my daughter
in 18 months.
We're all paying a price
for these unfortunate truths
you're learning,
but if they touch
a single hair on her head,
you better believe
all $500 billion of that gold
are going to end up at the
bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.
- If the American people
find out the truth
about that theft,
they will lose faith
in their government.
There will be riots and chaos.
That's your plan, isn't it?
- Let's just say it's all part
of the bigger picture.
[laughs]
- Hey, Skeptics,
check this out.
Exclusive video
from my source shows
the gold in
the Federal Reserve is fake.
all: Free Elena!
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- Where is the gold?
Has Elena Fedorova committed
the biggest bank heist
in history?