FBI - Sixth Season

He was obnoxious as hell.

Guys just can't help themselves.

Hey, are you gonna call him?

Of course.

Hey, need some help?

Oh, jeez, how'd you guess?

Starting early today, huh?

Oh, God. Knicks lost in double OT.

I was so mad, I couldn't get to sleep.

I figured I might as well go to work.

Time to pick a new team, Gino.

You'll sleep better.

Oh.

What are you doing? Leave him alone!

Thank you.

So, um, I'll call you later?

You better.

Listen, tell your friend Victoria

that I'm more than happy to help.

What do you mean?

She said that she was interested in a career move

or something.

Said the FBI sounded crazy exciting.

Oh, that. No. She was just kidding.

Hey.

How you doing?

See you later.

Bye. - Bye.

- What? - That was so cute.

She makes me happy.

Thank you.

How long have you guys been, you know?

Three weeks.

And we're dating.

- Oh. - Yeah.

- You really like her. - Yeah.

Her name is Gemma. She's different.

I've never met anybody like her.

She grew up Upper East Side, penthouses, private schools.

- Right. - But she's down to Earth, fun.

That's cool.

Almost too good to be true.

Probably is.

We gotta go.

What do you got?

Male, about 30 years old, abducted at gunpoint.

Kidnapping?

Not sure.

But it's on federal property, so.

Did you get an ID on the victim?

Witness said his name was Eric.

Great. Hi, I'm Special Agent Bell.

This is Special Agent Zidan. - Right.

Can you tell us what you saw?

Yeah, uh, a guy in a--

a black hoodie and a mask

points a gun at Eric

and stuffs him in the trunk.

Shot at me when I tried to help.

Do you know Eric's last name?

No. Uh-uh.

I thought you knew him?

Well, I do.

Just in passing, you know.

Like, how you doing? How about them Yanks?

That kind of thing. - Okay.

So he lives in the neighborhood?

I'm not sure.

But he does have a business nearby,

some sort of cocktail lounge. - Okay.

The guy with the gun,

what did he look like physically?

Medium build, medium height.

White? Black? Hispanic?

White, definitely.

I saw his hands. Definitely white.

Could have been a light-skinned Hispanic.

Okay. What about the car?

Gray sedan, I think.

Uh, might have been black.

I can't tell you for sure.

My eyes ain't so good anymore.

A man known only as Eric was abducted

by a gray or black vehicle,

or any spectrum of the colors in between.

Kelly, where are we on street cams?

Uh, nothing yet.

Most of the cameras in the area have been vandalized.

All right, what about the cocktail lounge he owns?

The witness said it was somewhere nearby.

I've been checking city business records.

Someone named Eric Cantwell opened up a cocktail lounge

called Velvet two months ago

three blocks from the abduction site.

Uh-huh. According to the internet,

it is a cool and upscale place to drink and socialize.

All right, does Mr. Cantwell have a phone?

- Affirmative. - Okay.

You calling it? - Yep.

- Okay. - Going straight to voicemail.

All right, let's ping it.

Got it.

It's stationary near an industrial park

in Pearl River.

We got eyes on a silver sedan, no plates.

It could be the car the witness described.

Are you seeing this?

Black hoodie, medium height and build.

He's gonna make a run for it.

Stop driving.

FBI!

Stop driving the car!

Show me your hands.

Maggie! Maggie!

Stop!

Jubal, I'm in pursuit of the suspect's vehicle.

Maggie is on the hood of the vehicle.

I repeat, Maggie is on the hood.

Yeah, Tiff and Scola are almost on the scene now.

Sending them your way.

Move! Move!

Hang on, Maggie. Hang on. Hang on!

Maggie. Maggie.

Hey, hey, Maggie. - Huh?

- You okay? Yep.

Yeah.

Oh, thank God.

Jubal, we lost the suspect vehicle.

Copy that. But you're good?

Sure. Yeah.

All right, that's good to hear.

Could you ID the driver?

No. His face was covered.

Was Cantwell in the car?

Negative.

But who knows, he could have been stashed in the trunk.

Kelly, is Cantwell's phone signal on the move?

No, it's still stationary

in the vicinity of the industrial park.

All right, divert Tiff and Scola now.

Right.

Help! Help! Over here!

Jubal, we got him.

We need an ambulance. Our victim is bleeding out.

Hey, hey, hey. It's all right, okay?

We're FBI. - Help.

I can't breathe.

Who did this?

The Russians.

I got 9 millimeter casings on the ground.

I'm guessing our shooter was in the silver sedan.

What Russians? You got a name?

Cantwell, look at me. Stay with me.

Hey, hey, hey. Eric, stay with me.

Cantwell.

Our abductee is now officially a murder victim.

Eric Cantwell, a local bar owner, took two to the chest.

Uh, he was alive when we found him.

When asked who shot him, he said "the Russians."

Not much, but it's something.

In the meantime, let's drill down into Eric Cantwell.

What else do we know about him? - Yeah. Age 36.

Born and raised in Westport, Connecticut.

Moved to Brooklyn a year ago.

No priors, no credit issues, appears to be a solid citizen.

Solid citizen who was abducted and murdered.

And where are we with the street cams?

Uh, we've been looking for video near the industrial park.

So far, nothing.

And what about Cantwell's bar?

There's no internal security system,

so I've been looking for other sources

near his cocktail lounge.

Best I've found so far is footage about a block away

of Cantwell and another man arguing

the day prior to his abduction.

And you can't get a clearer image than that?

I can try, but...

That's as good as it's gonna get.

All right, grab a screenshot

and get it over to the team now.

I can't believe Eric is--

he was such a great guy.

I know everyone always says that

after something horrible happens, but it's true.

Do you recognize him?

Were you aware of anything unusual going on?

Arguments? Threats?

No, nothing specific anyway.

But he was definitely under a lot of stress.

I overheard him on the phone the other day

asking someone where to buy a gun.

Mm, sorry.

I never heard him complaining about Russians,

or anything else for that matter.

He was the most optimistic person alive.

He and his partner really cared about making an impact

in this neighborhood.

Partner?

A guy named Terry.