- Agent Mitchell? Ten years. LAPD.
[dramatic music]
[gunshots]
- My motto happens to be the same
as the British Special Air Service's.
Do you know what it is?
- "Who Dares Wins."
[panting, grunts]
- You helped make me the agent I am today.
Really sorry to hear about Brooks.
[gunfire] - [screams]
- Mike!
- Maybe it's time for a change.
- What would that change look like?
- What this team needs is a leader.
♪
- Yeah, yeah. [chuckles]
[bells tolling]
[indistinct chatter]
- Well?
- It's official.
- Ah, great news.
- Awesome, man.
McKintrick?
- Got transferred to the Honolulu field office.
He made no objections.
- I'll have the analysts pack up his stuff.
They've been waiting for this call.
- Yeah. Leave the putting green.
- Copy that.
- I'm gonna grow on you, Megan.
- I'll make sure of it.
You can call me Smitty, by the way.
- OK. [Tank whines]
Who's this guy?
- [laughs] This is Tank.
- Oh, I saw a bowl in the office with his name on it.
He's the house dog, huh?
- Was.
McKintrick, he put the kibosh on that.
- Well, McKintrick's doing the hula right about now,
so why don't we put Tank back on active duty?
- All right. - Yay, Tank.
- So are we doing this?
- Hell, yes. - OK.
I'm not big on speeches.
I'm about effort and results,
but I will say that I've really enjoyed working with you guys.
You guys have a really tight system going on out here.
It's a little awkward at times,
being dropped off in the middle of that,
being the new guy, especially as a boss.
But if it ever goes down,
I will absolutely have your back.
And, um...
am I giving a speech?
- [chuckles]
- [laughs]
- No, not a speech, sir.
It's a friendly interview.
- OK.
But I asked for BBC News.
You got me the Dutch equivalent of public access television.
How exactly is some puff piece gonna boost my profile?
And why the hell are we in Rotterdam?
I love this city.
It's my fourth time here, and it gets
more beautiful every single time.
- And we're always happy to host you, Ambassador Coates.
And there's no better way to start
the morning than right here with the World News One family.
- Here, here.
[applause]
[ominous music]
♪
[both speaking Dutch]
- Yeah, yeah. It's good.
- And you left behind a successful business
to join the world of diplomacy and international relations.
What's next for you?
A run for president, maybe?
2028?
- Well, I'm always looking for the best way
to serve my country, but I don't know.
I don't exactly have a crystal ball here, Esme.
- So you're not ruling it out?
- Well, I don't have a ruler, either.
[laughter, applause]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
[guns clicking]
- [speaking Dutch]
[gunshots] [staff screams]
- Everybody shut up and sit down!
Grab their phones.
Come with me, Mr. Ambassador.
And you guys, you keep those cameras rolling.
I want the whole world to see this.
I'm talking to the evil elite of America
and here in the Netherlands.
We have taken control of this broadcast,
and we'll kill everyone in here if we don't get what we want.
40 million euros in the next eight hours
or we start shooting hostages one by one on live TV,
starting with him.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Yeah, they're with me.
- Agent Mitchell, I'm Legat Lauren Zambrano.
- This is Agent Cameron Vo.
What do we got?
- Around 60 hostages, we think--
50 audience members, 10 crew and staff,
including Ambassador Coates and three other Americans.
We've already evacuated the other buildings in the complex.
- How many hijackers?
- Six.
They snuck in as a delivery crew.
- We got six guys trying to hold down 60 hostages?
- We're sitting on a powder keg here.
It's been roughly three hours since they stormed the set.
So far, they've demanded 40 million euros and a helicopter.
- OK. Who's in charge of the scene?
- That's where it gets tricky.
The DSI is technically running point,
but the DLR normally takes the lead on serious crime.
But because Ambassador Coates is in there,
the Diplomatic Protection Service is claiming primacy.
- So no one is in charge.
Meanwhile, there are 60 lives in the balance.
- Chief Constable Arjen Dekker,
Agents Mitchell and Vo with the FBI.
- Good to meet you. - Same.
I hear you guys are still arguing over
who's got the biggest shoe size?
- Well, your presence isn't making anything easier.
- Look, I know how cops can be. I used to be one.
Everybody's got a big ego and they're trying to pull rank.
But there's an American ambassador inside.
And we didn't come to play at the kiddie table.
- I understand that.
Why don't we just try to get on the same page?
- Great. - Great.
Let's start with establishing contact with the hijackers.
- We'll run point on that.
- [scoffs] Well, that won't go over well, but I'll work on it.
Meanwhile, you need to vouch your weapons.
Hand them over, or you guys can't be on site.
- Are you kidding? - It's protocol.
- Hey, can we get a sitrep?
- CCTV inside the station has been cut,
so no visuals on the hostages except Coates.
- Their mouthpiece threatened to shoot a hostage
if we cut broadcast,
so this is going out live to the whole world.
- Coates is sweating bullets but looks to be unhurt.
The rest of the hostages were taken pretty quick offscreen,
we can only assume to a more secure room.
- Any idea who these guys are?
- Tate's been trying to get IDs from the footage,
but nothing so far.
We did catch something of interest, though.
Can I get playback, please?
- The day of reckoning is coming,
and the evil elites are going to be put up against a wall!
- The, uh, evil elite narrative
is a loose set of conspiracy theories
propagated on Dutch internet forums.
Something about a secret society running the world.
- So they're graduating from keyboards to AKs.
Great. - Cam, get with Dutch SWAT.
Start working on an incursion plan in case
we got to go in quick. - Copy.
- I'll link with Budapest, see how Amanda
is doing ID'ing the hostiles.
- Good.
Hey, Dekker,
how's that jurisdictional goat rodeo going?
- I don't know what a goat rodeo is,
but I'm sure this is worse.
You've been approved to establish contact.
- Great.
[tense music]
♪
This is Agent Wesley Mitchell with the FBI.
I want to resolve this situation peacefully.
The safety of everybody inside is my only concern.
We know you guys have demands.
We can set up a private line so that we can talk more.
- No, no, no.
See, you already know what we want, hmm?
40 million euros and a helicopter
or I start shooting.
Are you listening to me?
- I want to help you, and I'm gonna get you what you want.
But first, I need to know that the other hostages are safe.
- OK.
You get my money, and then you'll know.
- Come on, man. Be smart.
We can work this out.
I just need real-time live video footage that--
- You have five hours.
- Do we re-engage?
- No, not until we have something we can leverage.
- Hey, we found something.
These guys aren't amateurs.
They're all wearing unmarked clothes
with no identifying features, but unsub one slipped up.
Check it out.
- What are those numbers?
- They're size markings.
These are old-school Ostara X90 combat boots.
The first two numbers on the sole are length and width,
but the last number indicates the boots' manufacturing batch.
- We've found the military surplus store
in Rotterdam that carries that particular batch of X90s.
- Given that the boots look brand-new,
we scoured CCTV from the store from the past week, and voila.
- Hello, unsub one.
- Same height and build.
Now, we have a name to the face.
- Frank Bergkamp, 25.
Dutch national with a long rap sheet.
- Does he have any links to conspiracy theory forums?
- Not that we've found, which is weird thing number one.
- What's weird thing number two?
- Bergkamp is known as an enforcer for Clemens Anholts.
- The Dutch drug lord?
- DOJ has charged him with the murder
of his American girlfriend.
There's an extradition hearing coming up in two days.
U.S. attorneys are going to present evidence to get him
shipped to America for trial.
- What the hell is going on?
- Clemens Anholts is one of the most dangerous European narcos
we've come across.
While the extradition process plays out,
the Dutch have him on 23-hour lockdown,
no electronic devices, and he's only allowed
to communicate with his lawyer.
- So the conspiracy theory stuff is a front.
Bergkamp's trying to conceal his connection to Anholts,
which means his boss might be calling
the shots from behind bars. - But why?
Why all this B.S. about 40 million euros?
He doesn't need the money.
- There's no point in speculating until we know
he's the one pulling the strings.
- I'll make a call. Let's talk to the man himself.
- Coates's assistant, Heather Jansen--
her boyfriend's here.
Wants to talk to the FBI.
- Get your hands off me!
I told you, I'm not going anywhere
until I get some answers.
- Ethan Pickett?
I'm Agent Cameron Vo, FBI.
Bedankt, Agent.
- About time.
My girlfriend--how is she?
Have you seen her at all?
Can you tell me anything?
- Ethan, just please calm down.
We are working with limited information here, so I cannot--
- So you don't know anything?
[tense music]
♪
- I'm Agent Garretson, Europol.
This is Agent Raines, FBI.
- Is this one of those "walks into a bar" jokes?
Who's next, Mossad?
- [scoffs] Why did you think taking a TV station hostage
would be a good idea?
- What are you talking about?
- Ain't that your boy, Frankie Bergkamp?
He's in a World News One station right now,
holding 60 hostages at gunpoint.
He's asking for 40 million euros.
- I have no idea what's going on here.
- But you do know Bergkamp?
- Frankie? Yes, I know him.
Always been a bit of a hothead.
But if he's involved in hostage-taking, news to me.
- A man like you caught unaware?
I find that hard to believe.
- I'm cut off from the world.
In case you hadn't noticed, I barely know what day it is.
- So your men are out here making major moves
without telling you?
[chains clatter]
- Law of unintended consequences.
You did this.
You made up some garbage to lock me up in here.
Now you're blaming me for the mess you made?
Now, if my men are running wild out there,
I would be willing to talk to them.
- So long as you benefit.
- I'm a businessman.
I make deals.
And if your bosses are willing to make certain assurances,
I can talk to Frankie, end this right now.
[door rattles] - That's enough.
Do not say another word to my client.
This meeting is over.
♪
That is absurd.
How could my client orchestrate a scheme of this magnitude
from solitary confinement?
- El Chapo engineered a prison break from worse conditions.
- My client hasn't seen an electronic device
in over a year.
He hasn't communicated with anyone outside the sphere
of attorney-client privilege.
So please, take your crazy schemes and--
- You know what?
You're right.
We overstepped, clearly.
Mr. Anholts is welcome to file a formal complaint,
but I hope an apology from Europol
and the FBI will satisfy him.
- You'll be hearing from me.
- What was that about?
- Anholts has been allowed to send handwritten letters
to his mother-- the prison has copies on file
since they're not subject to privilege--
something his lawyer conveniently
neglected to mention.
- Let's find out why.
- If Anholts is communicating with the outside,
the only way would be through these letters.
Now, the content is innocuous, like how's your hip doing,
have you eaten, I miss you, that kind of thing.
- He's written 47 of these?
Either this dude loves his mom or he's using a cipher.
- Exactly.
So the dates on the letters didn't always
correspond to when they were mailed out,
and it constituted enough of a pattern for me
to assume that Anholts was using a date-shift cipher.
So I decrypted his last letter,
and I found this.
In Dutch it reads, "The plan is a go. Thursday."
- He's running the whole thing from solitary.
That's impressive.
- But if he's trying to avoid extradition,
why go to all this trouble to throw sand in our eyes?
- The ambassador, Coates.
He's a key player in the extradition negotiations.
He would have access to sensitive materials
about the case-- evidence, witnesses.
Dekker, who ate your lunch?
- The live feed's back on.
- Go ahead, Mr. Ambassador.
- My name is Arthur Coates,
U.S. ambassador to the Netherlands.
I'm an agent for the corrupt, evil conspiracy that is all--
[woman screams]
[clamoring]
- Something's happening.
[screaming]
[gunfire and shouting]
[tense music]
♪
- Help!
- Hold your fire! Stand down!
- Help me! Help!
No!
[screaming]
- [hits car]
♪
- [sobbing] No! Please!
Please, just give them what they want.
I don't want to die.
- Heather Jansen.
Six months ago, she was graduating from Northwestern.
- They've uploaded five more clips of other hostages
to the web.
- These guys are cracking.
It's just a matter of time before somebody ends up dead.
- All the more reason to go in there right now.
- I agree, but my superiors will not authorize a raid.
An aggressive move could lead to the death
of an American ambassador,
something no one wants to be held responsible for.
- What if just the Fly Team goes in?
We have an incursion plan set up.
It's light, it's surgical, and if everything goes south,
you blame it on the pain-in-the-ass Americans,
plus one Brit.
OK.
We have 6 gunmen holding 60 hostages.
Now, this building has 12 entrances and exits.
- No way a skeleton crew can cover every entry point.
- Exactly.
We have the element of surprise.
We got to assume that Coates is still on the main set.
We're gonna to get in, we're going to get the hostages out
nice and quiet,
then we'll move to secure Coates.
- There is a tunnel from the building across the street
that runs directly to the station's basement,
so that's how we're gonna get in.
- Amanda's ready.
- All right, let's go.
- Wi-Fi signals are everywhere,
bouncing off objects and people,
but they actually pass through walls.
As the Wi-Fi signals inside the station
hit the people moving around inside,
we'll detect those changes and use them
to render a real-time representation
of their movements.
- You're saying we can see through the bloody walls?
- We're doing this on the fly, so the graphics
aren't going to be "Toy Story" level, but yeah, pretty much.
- That's awesome.
- Celeste's idea.
- Beer's on me, Celeste.
- Cheers.
- Only issue is the signal processing unit we set up
out there has limited range.
This is only the east side of the station.
- Those must be the hostages,
but we got no visual on the hijackers.
- This is better than nothing.
Let's get Dekker out here, get him briefed
so he can run things from outside.
Let's gear up. - Hey, Wes.
There is a non-zero possibility that this
goes really freaking bad.
- Yeah, that's the job.
- No, what I am saying is if we go in there
and we get compromised, I do not want our lives
in the hands of Dekker and his bosses.
You need to take the wheel from outside the station.
- No way.
- Wes. - No.
- The Dutch police force, they are too divided
to be of any use, OK?
Raines, Smitty, and I, we can manage in there.
But what we need out here is leadership.
Welcome to being the boss.
♪
- Let's go. Go.
♪
[keypad beeping]
♪
- Clear.
♪
Approaching the east stairwell now.
- Hold your movement.
Above you, one hostile.
OK. Coast is clear. Move.
♪
OK. Hostages are straight ahead.
No hostiles in the hallway.
But there could be one inside, so stay alert.
♪
Auditorium is clear. You're green.
- FBI. Politie.
[speaking Dutch]
OK, we're gonna get you out of here.
But I need you guys to be very quiet, OK?
Wes, majority of the hostages secured.
No signs of Coates, though.
Wes, there's something really weird about this.
Where are the hijackers?
- I don't know. Just stay focused.
Cam, get the hostages out.
Raines, Smitty, get to the west end of the building
and get Coates.
I can't guide you from here on out.
You're going blind. Do you understand?
- Understood.
Let's rock and roll.
♪
Ten hostages on the main set,
but no hijackers.
FBI. Politie.
- Wes, this doesn't feel right.
- Clear.
We're moving on Coates now.
♪
FBI!
- We surrender. - On the ground!
Hands above your heads.
We got Bergkamp.
Taking the hijackers into custody.
All the hostages are secure, including Coates.
[computer chirps]
Something else, though.
Brute-force software.
They were trying to hack something.
What the hell were you guys doing here?
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- All the hostiles are in custody,
but they gave up without a fight.
This doesn't make any sense.
- Hostage-taking in the Netherlands carries a maximum
sentence of 15 years, but it's half that if no one gets hurt.
- Well, they probably have blanks in those guns.
- Then they'll be out in five years,
and I'm sure Anholts will give them back pay
for the time spent.
- I got you, Ambassador.
[distant siren wailing]
- [grunts]
- You hurt?
- The witness.
I'm sorry. I know where she is.
- Slow down. What are you saying?
- The intel is on my phone.
They were looking for the file.
I just unlocked it.
♪
They have her location.
I think they're gonna kill her.
- Dekker, a witness?
What witness? What's my guy talking about?
- We're keeping the star witness against Anholts
in a secure location till she testifies
at the extradition hearing. - Where?
- Only a handful of people have that information.
I'm not authorized to give it to you.
- Dekker, Anholts is sending men to kill her.
They're probably on their way.
You have to tell me where she is right now.
♪
This is Agent Wesley Mitchell with the FBI.
I need you to open up.
Wes Mitchell, FBI.
Where is she?
- We got a call from Dekker, but there's no one here.
- Not yet. Where's the witness?
We need to move her. - Downstairs, living room.
- OK.
Hi, Mila.
My name is Wes. I'm with the FBI.
You doing OK? Yeah?
Listen, my team is on the way here.
When they get here, we're gonna move you to a new location--
[gunfire, glass shattering] - [yelps]
- [grunts] - Get low, get low!
- Keep your head down. Keep your head down.
[gunfire] - Stay down.
Stay low, stay low.
Keep your head down.
[tense music]
We gotta go. Cover us. - Move, move!
- Go!
[gunfire]
Stay low, stay low, stay low. Keep your head down.
You OK?
- There's two of them. - Get to the door.
We got to move.
Are you hit? Are you hit?
You're OK? OK.
[gunfire]
- [groans]
[both grunting]
- Come on, come on. Let's go.
Come on.
Let's go. Come on.
Stay low, stay low, stay low.
Are you good?
Hold them off as long as you can.
Help is on the way. Come on. Let's go.
Go, go.
Stay close to me.
Don't go anywhere.
Do you understand me? Do you speak English?
- Yes, I speak English.
And where do you think I'm gonna go?
[phone rings]
- You OK? - Intact.
The witness, too.
She's with me, but I got no gun and I ditched our wheels.
I don't want to be too careful.
What's the situation over there?
- Well, it's category five.
We've got one dead cop, one injured,
and one hit man in the hospital still unconscious.
- There was two of them.
One of them is still out there, and we know Anholts
is gonna want this done.
- Where are you? - On the move.
Did an SDR.
Pretty sure we weren't followed.
- How's the girl?
- She's a rock star.
What do we know about her?
- Mila Meyer, 14 years old.
Dad OD'd when she was eight. Mom's been in prison.
She's been kicked around a few foster homes since.
Her last stop was a group home.
She ran off in the middle of the night
and stumbled on Anholts and his girlfriend
in the alley behind a nightclub.
Mila saw him beat her to death.
- All right, I'm gonna send you our coordinates.
Tell Dekker to get a team that he trusts to come scoop us up.
- Wes, that's not a good idea
because that hit man you took out, he is an ex-cop.
Which means Anholts probably has
corrupt police on his payroll
and at least some access to official channels.
- OK. Then we keep this sub rosa.
I'm gonna get Mila to a safe location.
You wait for my call, have the Fly Team come get us.
Do not tell the Dutch squat unless you absolutely have to.
- Copy that.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
[train whooshing]
[brakes screeching]
- Come on.
[indistinct chatter]
[sighs]
You like pancakes?
- What?
- You like pancakes?
I love pancakes.
And I heard the-- the Dutch,
they have, like, a mean pancake,
but I've never gotten to try it.
[doors whoosh open]
Listen, Mila,
I know that you've been through a lot, and I...
[ominous music]
♪
Sit here. Hey, listen.
Look at me. Sit here.
When those doors open, you run, OK?
You run and you don't stop. Take this.
My team will find you with this.
Run. Don't stop till you're safe.
♪
[both grunting] [woman screams]
[commuters shouting]
- [yells]
- Mila, run! Run!
[both grunting]
Move, move!
- [grunts]
[brakes squealing]
[both grunting]
- [yells]
- Come on.
[clamoring]
Come here. Come here.
Stay close. Stay close to me.
Come on.
Yes. Get in. Get in.
[engine grinding]
[engine turning over]
OK. Hey, hey, listen.
You stay here, OK?
Don't move.
- You are coming back?
- Yeah.
I'm not going anywhere without you, OK?
You stay here. Keep your head down.
I'll be back in two minutes. Two minutes.
♪
Whoever this guy is, he's good.
I think we lost him, but I'm not taking that for granted.
- Wes, the Dutch are furious.
They're hounding us for answers,
and now the DOJ is getting involved.
I don't know if we can keep this quiet much longer.
- OK, hold on, hold on.
You got a bathroom? Bathroom?
- [speaks Dutch]
[tense music]
- Keep stalling, OK?
I'm swapping my phone for a burner.
I don't want to risk getting tracked.
The second I find a place to lay low,
I'm gonna send up a flare. - Copy that.
Meantime, Smitty and Raines will go back to Anholts,
see if we can bluff him into calling off his dog.
- [grunts]
- Hey, Wes.
Stay safe.
- [groans] I'm working on it.
♪
[tense music]
♪
- We've got some bad news for you, mate.
Your plan didn't work.
The witness, she's in our custody now.
She's safe. - I'm still in the dark here.
What witness?
- The one you tried to have killed.
Your boy Bergkamp got her location
off the ambassador's phone.
And he sent that location to your hitter,
but we got there first.
- Your plan didn't work. It's over.
The only thing left now is to bring in the assassin
that you hired.
- You're bluffing.
- You said you wanted to make a deal, didn't you?
That's why we're here.
- Call your triggerman.
Help us bring him in.
And when you're extradited,
we'll have you sent someplace more hospitable
than a Colorado ADMAX.
- So you control the board.
You're up on pieces, but you're offering me a draw?
You've got nothing.
To be clear, I'm not involved in whatever's happening.
But if you want me to exert my influence,
waive my extradition hearing.
Make it happen.
Or as you Americans like to say, all bets are off.
[distant barking]
[tense music]
- It's OK. It's OK.
I'm not--I'm not going to hurt you, OK?
I'm police. I'm police.
Do you understand?
Um...
uh, FBI.
I'm FBI. Can you tell her?
- [speaking Dutch]
- I speak English.
- We just--we need to use your house for a little bit,
just to lay low.
Half hour, tops.
OK?
Please.
♪
OK.
- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.
Hey, I said I'm fine.
- [speaking Dutch]
- As soon as Mitchell brings the witness in,
she's being transferred to American protection.
And yeah, we're sending you a detachment
of the Marine Security Guards from Frankfurt.
- The Dutch won't be too happy about that.
- Uh, I don't care. They dropped the ball.
The screwing around portion of the program
is officially over.
- Show's still going, though.
Wes and the girl aren't out of the woods yet.
- Well, I worked on a case a few years back with Mitchell.
You're in good hands.
But listen, I've seen the evidence against Anholts.
The case is solid, but it hinges on what that girl saw.
- This is Wes. Got to go, Jubal.
- All right. Get it done, guys.
- Just got his location.
ETA is gonna be about 15 minutes.
Let's hit it.
- [groans]
- [mutters] - You're pretty good at this.
- Here.
It is the last one.
You should go and see a doctor.
- My mom and her boyfriend would fight all the time.
I was the one who cleaned up.
I did nine stitches on his forehead once
after she hit him with an iron.
He couldn't go to hospital
because the police were looking for him.
- Mila, you know...
I've been where you are.
I went through 12 foster homes before I got adopted.
[soft music]
I want you to know that, um...
what I'm trying to say is...
♪
I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.
- The answer is yes, the pancakes really are that good.
- [chuckles]
[tires squealing]
- Is that them?
- No, not unless they teleported.
Did you call the cops?
That means the address went out on the radio.
[tires squealing]
♪
Hide. Hide.
Get upstairs.
Don't come down for anyone except me, do you understand?
[stove beeping]
♪
[tense music]
♪
[both grunting]
[flesh sizzling] - [groaning]
- [screams]
[both grunting]
- [groans]
- [coughing]
[groaning]
- [yells]
[flesh squelches] - [screams]
- [grunts] [panting]
[both grunting]
[gunshot]
- Hey, man. You all right?
- Yeah, I'm good. Thanks, Andre.
Are you OK? Are you hurt?
OK, come on. Let's get you out of here.
Come on. Let's go.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
[grunts]
- Agent Mitchell! Arthur Coates.
I just wanted to shake your hand.
Stellar work today.
You are a true credit to the bureau.
- Team effort.
- Hey, look, the press is going to be
all over this, you know.
So I thinking maybe you and I could do a joint interview.
Really get your name out there. What do you think?
- Sure.
We'll tell them how you gave up a 14-year-old girl
and you put her life in danger.
- Hey, you get a gun put against your head,
and then you'll know what you'd really do.
- I have, and I do.
- Thanks for your service.
- You too.
- So the Dutch police have agreed
to remand Anholts to the U.S. Army Garrison in Belgium
through the completion of the extradition process.
DOJ is also gonna stack kidnapping and hostage-taking
on top of the murder charge.
- What's gonna happen to her?
- She's going to be sent back to the States,
and she will be placed in witness protection
while the case proceeds.
Her testimony alone should be enough to put Anholts away
for the rest of his life.
♪
- [screaming]
Murder, murder!
Murder!
[screaming]
Kill you! Kill you!
Kill you!
I will kill you!
[muffled screaming]
- So anybody still got doubts about the new guy?
- He's definitely growing on me.
- So how long am I going to be in witness protection?
- As long as the trial lasts, I think.
Could be a while.
So we talked to your family in the States,
your mom's cousin, right?
And she said they're willing to take you in
the second the trial is wrapped up.
- How do you say the name of that place again?
- Minnesota.
It's cool there. They have this giant mall.
They got the Vikings. Uh, the Skol chant.
It's like--it's like a little slice of home.
- That's Nordic.
- It's close enough.
- [scoffs]
- Mila, when my foster dad adopted me,
I wasn't much older than you are,
but I remember it like it was yesterday.
He sat me down in the kitchen, and he said,
the hard part's over.
Now comes the other hard part.
But then he said, the good news is you won't be alone for it.
Put my personal number in there, OK?
You call me any time, day or night.
I don't know what comes next for you,
but you won't be alone for it.
All right?
All right, let's see what these are all about.
- Mm-hmm.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]