The Rookie: Feds (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - The Silent Prisoner - full transcript

Previously on "The
Rookie: Feds"...

This stays between
us, do you understand?

I had a stent put in
my heart last month.

Doctors want me to have a
double bypass at some point.

I've got it under control.

You doing okay, boss?

Yeah.

I'm just tired.

♪♪

[ Voice echoing ] Pulse
rate is bradycardic.

I want a CBC PT/PTT
and an ultrasound.



♪♪

We're losing him.

[ Air hissing ]

♪♪

Laura: How's he doing?

They just rushed him in
for an emergency surgery.

I thought he was stable.

They replaced the collapsed
stent in his heart,

and everything was fine.

Yeah. Then this morning, his
blood pressure bottomed out,

and they found a
clot in his lung.

[ Sighs ] Okay. I'm
gonna head your way.

No. No, no, no, no.

I'm already juggling
15 emotional cousins,



four worried aunts, and
my hysterical mother.

Do not need more company.

Hey. He's gonna be fine.

Yeah. I gotta go.

[ Sighs ]

Garza's going back into surgery.

W... Oh, my God.
What happened?

I think it's complications
from removing the old stent.

I didn't know about
the first stent.

That's not really something
he should have kept secret.

I saw him the other day,
and he didn't look good,

and I let it slide.

You know, my son has
a heart condition

he rarely tells anyone about.

He just doesn't like it when they
treat him like he's breakable.

Alright! With Garza
still in the hospital,

Carter is acting agent in charge

of the Special Investigative
Unit and this task force.

Some time in the past
three to six weeks...

We're still not sure yet...

There was a breach of
the FBI's mainframe,

and a hacker got
away with a list

of our undercover agents
currently in the field.

Now, we're talking
cover identities,

operations... everything.

Meet Amy Wright, our target.

She's part of a heist crew

that was hired to break
into a safe-deposit box

where the stolen
undercover list was hidden.

Nolan, you have
further information?

Just that Amy is the
only remaining member

of the heist crew that
is still at large.

She is the one with
the undercover list.

So we gotta find Miss Thing

before she hands off that
list to whomever hired her.

Right. And a word of warning.

This suspect has
already murdered

one of her robbery partners,

so she should be considered
armed and extremely dangerous.

Our UC list is in
the open, people.

The lives of hundreds
of undercover agents

are depending on us.

Hey. Uh, we just
intercepted an encrypted DM

from Amy's ClipTalk account.

The guy who's smuggling
her across the border

said he's gonna pick her up
at a closed-down dry cleaner

in Pico Gardens.

♪♪

FBI! We have a warrant!

♪♪

♪ You ♪

Show us your hands!

Nolan: Gun!

♪♪

♪ It's only you ♪

♪ And me ♪

♪ And all ♪

♪ And that's alright ♪

♪ Legs sliding ♪

♪ Your car got towed ♪

♪ Amok ♪

♪ Can't distract us ♪

♪ But they can try ♪

♪ And that's alright ♪

Damn it.

[ Horns honking ]

[ People shouting indistinctly ]

♪ You were smiling ♪

Too many civilians.
Watch your backstop.

♪ In your sleep ♪

♪♪

[ Gunfire ]

Get down! Stay down!

Amy, stop!

Nolan: Amy!

[ Tires screech ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Sirens wailing in distance ]

♪ Said hit it real hard
or get off the road ♪

♪ Oh, get off the road ♪

[ Muffled music plays ]

♪♪

Yo. Fatback.

Yeah.

Get in here.

♪♪

So, can you deliver or what?

I'm working on it.

Not good enough, man.

I'm low on pills, meth,

completely out of coke.

Relax. I got a new connect.

I'm just waiting
on a phone call.

Hey! Hey. Some bank robber
was getting chased by the cops

and got demolished by a
pickup. Cash everywhere.

[ Laughing ] It's like
"Grand Theft Auto" out there!

Simone: Stop! [ Gunfire ]

[ Tires screech ] [ Laughs ]

[ Sirens wail ]

Hey, Antoinette. Looking
lovely, as always.

Must be nice to get
out of the lab, huh?

Not really.

A person died.

Yeah. No. I know. I know.

Antoinette, you good?

My team's all set. Thanks.

[ Radio chatter ]

You got anything?

Uh, her backpack. Found
it at the cleaner's.

But there is no
undercover list inside.

Which explains why Amy had
a duffel bag full of cash.

She got paid for the list.

You know, one of her heist crew

is still at Saint
Stephen's Hospital.

He broke his arm, has
some nerve damage,

so they're hanging on
to him for a few days.

R-Roger Armistead.

He gave up his accomplices
in exchange for a deal.

It's possible he knows more.

Laura and Brendon,
see what you can find

on who hired them,
where the hand-off

was supposed to take
place... Anything.

Yeah. We're on it.
Got it. Thanks.

Unless you need me
for anything else,

I should be getting
back to patrol.

Great. Uh, walk me to my shop?

Yeah. Excellent.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Told you.

Told me what?

That you would make
a great FBI agent.

You always believed in me.

You might have
been the only one.

I should make you dinner.
That is the least I could do.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, and I wanted to get
some advice from you.

I'm going crazy
staying with my dad.

Oh. Yeah. No. I get it.

My first six months
here in Los Angeles,

I spent living in my college
roommate's pool house

before I could buy my own place.

Buying is definitely
not an option right now,

but my dad does have a garage
that he's not really using.

I was wondering if
you knew someone

who might be able to
convert it for me.

I do. Me.

If you want, I can come by,
give you a rough estimate.

What? Handsome and handy?

If you were not dating that
cute little firefighter,

I might let you date me.

I might let you let me.

Wait. Does that make
sense? If I let you...

I'll see you later. Okay.

Brendon: I need your honest
opinion about something.

About what? Me and Antoinette.

Ah. Well, that implies that
there is a you and Antoinette.

Yeah. Well, we've been
on three coffee dates.

But that's it... coffee.

Wait. Do you not know how to
ask someone out on a date?

Of course I do. I just... I've
been famous for a long time.

Oh, here we go. No. I just...

Since I started dating,

people always wanted
to date me, you know?

Celebrity's a real
social lubricant.

Okay. Never say that again.

The point is Antoinette
doesn't care about

what TV shows or
movies I've done.

And I kind of like
her, you know?

Well, you're not a
celebrity now, so...

[ Exhales deeply ]

So I should just act like a
normal person and ask her out.

Yeah. It feels
like we didn't need

a whole conversation
to get here.

Hey, Elena.

Is he out of surgery?

We just got him
back from recovery.

Doctor said it went well.

But till he wakes up...

[ Exhales deeply ] Didn't
I tell you not to come?

Well, we have to interview a
subject down the hall, so...

Well, do that, because
when Tío opens his eyes,

we don't want him
thinking about work.

Okay. See ya.

Hey.

We're here to see the prisoner.

[ Indistinct shouting
on television ]

Mr. Armistead, FBI.

I'm Special Agent Stensen.
This is Special Agent Acres.

Hey. I already
talked to the cops.

Oh. Well, now your
crimes are federal,

so you get to talk to us.

Mm-hmm.

Later. Game just got good,

and my pain meds are
about to kick in.

Oh. Nice.

Not cool, bro.

Here's what we know... bro.

You and your crew
broke into a bank

and stole a list of
FBI undercover agents.

And here's what you don't know.

Your partner, Amy,

she straight-up murdered
your friend Todd,

and she'd probably do
the same thing to you

if you weren't
stuck in here, so...

You're lying. No,
he's not lying.

If you want us to
plug the TV back in,

we can show you
the news reports.

Well, that's on Amy, not me.

Wrong. No. You helped
steal the list,

so if anyone gets killed
because of its release,

then you're an
accessory to murder.

Wrong. I got a deal already.

Mm. With LAPD.

LAPD. Right.

Not us.

And like I said in
my thesis statement,

your crimes are now federal.

Wait. What? How is that fair?

[ Chuckling ] I know. I know.

It's just so hard to be
a criminal these days.

Now, who hired you?
Who has the list?

I don't know who he is.

All Amy said is that he's a
do-not-pass-go kind of guy.

Hmm?

Meaning if you screw him,

you end up dead, not collecting.

Yeah. See, that's
not gonna be enough

for us to give you a
deal, unfortunately.

Amy said the list exchange was
supposed to happen last night.

Brendon: Where?

Some warehouse downtown
by the train tracks.

She was all nervous about it
being in an isolated location

because she didn't know

if she was gonna get
double-crossed or not.

[ Whispers ] We know what
kind of car she was driving,

so let's just scrub
the traffic cams

and see if we can
narrow down our search.

Mm.

We'll be in touch.

W-Will you plug the TV back in?

[ Siren wailing ]

♪♪

The people we're dealing
with are likely long gone,

but still be vigilant.

You just never know.

♪♪

[ Exhales deeply ]

Clear.

There's nothing here.

Except that.

Someone's watching us.

You think any chance we
could trace the signal?

Chances are it's encrypted.

[ Cellphone ringing, buzzing ]

♪♪

You think I should answer it?

Here.

Hello?

What took you so long?

I was getting so
bored waiting for you

to follow all of
my bread crumbs.

This is Special
Agent Simone Clark.

Who are you?

Wrong question. Who are they?

The undercover
agents on the list.

Not just their names.

Their operations.

The groups they've infiltrated.

One phone call from me,
and bodies start dropping.

Okay. You obviously
have some demands.

No. Just one. I'm not greedy.

Release prisoner number 43602

from your Federal Correctional
Institution in Terminal Island

or I will release the real name
of one of your undercover agents

every day at 10:00
a. m. Starting today.

It's a little after 10:00 now.

Yes. But... as I said,
I was growing impatient,

so I released one already.

Sent a text to someone who
wasn't too pleased to learn

that there's an FBI
agent in their midst.

Give us the name.

Now where's the fun in that?

Once you find their body,

you'll understand
how serious I am.

Alright. Uh, we want
to work with you,

but you gotta give to get.

Tell us the name of the
undercover agent you exposed,

and... then let's talk.

Prisoner 43602.

Release him or get used
to burying your dead.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

♪♪

[ Buzzer ]

Chiles: Who the hell is he?

No idea. Five weeks ago,

prisoner 43602 walked
into a federal courthouse,

punched out a random bailiff,

then he got on his knees and
put his hands over his head.

Oh. He wanted to get arrested.

Yeah, but neither
his fingerprints

nor his DNA are in the system.

He came in as a John Doe.

The only identifying thing
about him are those tattoos,

which appear to be
of Colombian origin.

What's he got to
say for himself?

Not a damn thing.

Hasn't spoken one word
since he's been in custody.

Cyber Unit determined which list

the hackers initially
stole off our database.

There are over 1,800
FBI undercovers

operating nationwide,
but we got lucky.

There's only 214 names on
the sub-list that was hacked.

All in the Western territory.

We got to take those
agents out of the field.

No. It's not that simple.
Undercovers aren't planets.

They're suns.

Any abrupt extraction
would endanger

everyone in their orbit...

Who they vouched for,
whoever vouched for them.

They're all as good as dead as
soon as an undercover is made.

Gideon: Well, the buffet's
open tomorrow night.

We're bagging pills,
snort, and smoke.

Just got the word
from my new source.

What? You're gonna
trust a new source?

Talk about dog-crap
ideas. [ Laughs ]

No one asked you!

Hey.

Back off.

A Handler will send
a coded warning

if there's a risk of
exposure... Something benign

that only the Handler
and an undercover knows.

[ Cellphone buzzing ]

♪♪

Laura: But undercovers work cases
for months, sometimes years,

investing countless hours,
building relationships,

finding sources, gaining trust.

So it's gonna take more
than just one warning

to convince an
undercover to end an op.

They'll want confirmation that
everyone left behind is safe.

So you're telling me
if you were undercover

and you thought you were
exposed, you'd just ignore it?

Until I got everyone in
my orbit out safe, yeah.

And most undercovers will risk
their lives to do the same.

And, Laura, Brendon, mobilize
agents to start alerting UCEs.

Carter, Simone, find out who the
hell our mystery prisoner is.

Hey, look. I know
you're the boss now.

I know. You have more
experience with teens in crisis.

You take point.

I'm Simone.

Who are you, sweetie? Hmm?

I see the scars and
the tattoos, but...

mostly I see pain.

And I hate that for you.

You deserve better.

What is the red-and-yellow
fist tattoo?

The symbol for MNF...

Movimiento por
una Nación Fuerte.

Colombian paramilitary group
fighting the government

in the jungles of
the Darién Gap.

Are you MNF?

Hmm?

You saw death and destruction
all around you, didn't you?

You were a soldier?

Yes.

What's your name?

No.

It's okay, sweetie.
But listen.

Someone is willing to kill
a lot of really good people

if we don't let you go.

Who would do that for you?

I don't want to be free.

You want to stay in prison?

I'm safe there.

♪♪

That kid seems terrified.

Yeah. Chose to rot in prison

rather than face
whoever's behind all this.

What the hell is all this about?

[ Ringing ]

Yeah. It's me... Gideon.

I wouldn't have called
if it wasn't important.

Yeah. I need you to get
out of town, like now.

Hey, Gideon...

We need to have a little talk.

♪ How much are you
willing to take? ♪

♪ How much are you
willing to take ♪

♪ Before you step up, step up ♪

♪ And you blow 'em away? ♪

♪ How long till
you make a stand? ♪

Aunt Cleo, I need a ride ASAP.

Sierra and Flora Avenue.

♪ Before you step up, step up ♪

Special Agent Acres. I'm calling
about your undercover, Natalie.

You need to try and pull him.
We have a credible threat.

Gideon Byers, AKA Special
Agent Jason Simmons...

He just sent up a flare
for an urgent exfil.

Did he give a location?

[ Tires screeching,
sirens wailing ]

We have an agent down!

We need an R. A. at the
corner of Sierra and Flora!

Jason?

Who attacked you?

Did they get far?

[ Weakly ] They went that way.

What? David Eaton.

His nickname's Fatback.
He's white, 5'9"...

Okay. Stay with him.

Yeah.

[ Groans ]

Hey, Jason. How you doing?

[ Weakly ] Hey. I haven't heard
that name in a while, man.

I know. I'm... I'm
Brendon. Brendon Acres.

Hey. How you doing?

So, it's... it's a
little deep, but let's...

[ Weakly ] I've
been better, man.

Put some pressure on
it. I know. I know.

[ Weakly ] Hey.
Where's... Where's Rachel?

Um... she's on her way.

[ Weakly ] Okay. No, no, no.

Hang in there. Hang in
there. Hang in there.

[ Weakly ] I
just... It's okay.

[ Weakly ] I want to...
I want to go home.

No, no, no, no, no,
no. Hang in there.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no. Hang in there.

[ Whispering ] Hang in
there. Hang in there.

No, no. No. Oh.

♪♪

You know, you just
murdered an FBI agent.

[ Breathing heavily ] I don't
know what you're talking about.

I didn't murder anybody.

Yeah, well, I caught you
with the murder weapon.

Self-defense weapon. Yeah.

Some guy I barely know
came at me throwing fists.

Self-defense. I got witnesses.

Yeah? They'll testify.

Well, then, can you explain
this mystery text, hmm,

that you got 10 minutes ago?

I never even saw that text.

I'm terrible at
checking my phone.

Just ask my girlfriend.

Now is not a great
time for jokes.

[ Laughs ]

Yeah. Not a great time
for questions either.

I know my rights. Go
run and get me a lawyer.

Yeah. Let's get
him out of here.

- Hey.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Are you laughing?!
- Whoa!

- [ Laughs ]
- Are you laughing?! Huh?!

Alright.

[ Breathing heavily
] He's laughing.

Yes. Yes. But putting
your hands on him

is not gonna change
anything, so stand down!

♪♪

Elena: Tío?

Tío?

Matthew: Huh.

Tío?

[ Whispering ] Elena.

What the hell are
you doing here?

You should be back
in the office.

He's awake...

and trying to
control everything.

Well, that is very
on brand for Matt.

Um, and what are
the doctors saying?

That they don't foresee
any further complications

and he should make
a full recovery.

Thank God. We needed
some good news today.

When do you think
they'll send him home?

If all goes well, tomorrow.

You should know he's already
asked me about the case.

And he's a master interrogator.

I might crack.

Just tell him I've got
everything under control.

Yeah. And the most
important thing for now

is to get some rest.

Have you met the
man? I gotta go.

Thanks, Elena.

You okay, B?

No.

You know Jason had a wife?

Rachel.

Hadn't seen her in months
because he's been on this op.

But he's never
gonna see her again.

I'm so sorry. And I
know you're angry and...

No. I was angry an hour ago.

This is like, uh...

I got rage.

Okay. Well, you can't
let it control you.

I mean, that's not
gonna help his family.

It's not gonna help you
catch the person behind this.

You got to...

Simone, he bled out in my hands.

Brendon, here's
the thing. Carter!

Carter, this... This
self-defense thing,

it can't possibly work, right?

A good defense lawyer
can make an argument

that there's no definitive proof

that he knew Jason was
an undercover agent.

What? There's
always one juror.

Oh, so he could
walk. He might.

Look. It's been a long day.

He's already lawyered up.

Everybody go home
and get some rest.

How are we supposed to do that

when another undercover's name

is gonna be released
at 10:00 a. m.?

I know. And the
Cyber Crime Unit

is trying to determine
who sent that text.

But until they do,
there's nothing we can do.

So... go home.

No.

Brendon... go home.

♪♪

B, uh...

♪♪

Hey.

Hi.

I, uh, I-I... I don't
know if you heard,

but, uh, Garza is...
Is gonna be okay.

I heard. Such a relief.

Um, so, listen. There's a...

restaurant that's
opening in, um, NoHo.

I-I thought maybe you
would, you know, like it.

I'm sorry. What?

Um... Hey. You going down?

Yes.

You coming?

Uh, no. I-I forgot something.

Did you need to talk
to me about something?

No. Uh, tomorrow's fine.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

So, uh, you were saying...

Nolan: Oh, I got that.

You have to tell me... How
did you do that with the ribs,

where the meat falls right
off the bone like that?

[ Laughs ] Delicious.

Put my foot in it, didn't I?

Maybe an arm and a leg, too.

Who... Oh. Whoops.

Oh, Simone, I didn't know
you were having a date.

Uh, I'll be in my room.

Daddy, stop. It's not a date.

You remember John.
He's my friend.

Nice to see you again, sir.

Oh, yeah. John.
Hello. [ Chuckles ]

I never know with Simone.

I mean, she keeps me guessing.

Yeah. It's part of her charm.

And may I say, you
have a fantastic house.

I'm a huge fan of
mid-century modern as well.

It's just... It's so
sleek yet functional.

It's... It's
sophisticated but curvy.

Are you talking about
the house or me?

[ Chuckles ] Well, it'll be an
honor to take on this project,

add a little more
value to your home.

Uh, uh, John is an
architecture nerd

and just doesn't know when
to shut up about houses.

No, no, no. Please,
John, keep talking.

'Cause I'd just love
to hear all about

this project
happening in my house.

Well, uh, maybe, I could
just, uh, get out of here

and... and send it
to you in an e-mail.

I was talking to John
about converting the garage

into a unit with a
separate entrance...

Just out of curiosity.

Curiosity, huh?

Well, you're
awfully damn curious

for someone who
doesn't own this place.

Gonna let myself out.

Mm, don't you know when a
fellow officer needs backup?

Simone, you said that you
were staying here temporarily,

and now you want to rebuild my
house to fit your lifestyle.

Unbelievable!

Daddy, why are you tripping?

I'm tripping? Huh? John,
w-who's tripping here? Hmm?

Oh, I'm a... I'm a terrible
judge of, uh, tripping, sir.

It's always been a
blind spot for me.

Okay. Well, let me help you.

I'm not. She is.

♪♪

[ Door slams ]

Dessert?

Brendon: Uh, sure. Yeah.

Just as quickly as you
can, if you don't mind.

Yeah. Okay. Perfect.

Thank you very much.

Yeah. Thanks. Bye.

What are you still doing here?
Carter told us to go home.

You're still here.

Hey. Do not talk back
to your training agent.

I figured I'd hang back
while the Cyber Unit

tracks the text that
got Jason killed.

Turns out the burner phone
where the text originated from

was never turned off.

They were able to
track its location.

Turns out LAPD just picked it up

in a trash can at
6th and Normandie.

Maybe one of the
businesses has, like, a...

Security camera? Yeah.

That's who I was
just talking to.

Zussman's Jewelers.

They're sending me over their
footage from 9:47 a. m.,

when the text was sent.

Mm. [ Computer chimes ]

Wait.

♪♪

Ooh. Hey. Screen-grab that.

[ Shutter clicks ]

Maybe facial recognition
can help I. D. him.

It's got to be the guy who
stole the list of undercovers.

Yeah. Could be.

I'm gonna send out
a BOLO citywide.

♪♪

Hey, boss!

Look who came to
brighten up your evening.

Flowers, huh? Was that
in case I croaked?

What? You would rather
have a teddy bear instead?

Only if it's carrying
a pepperoni pizza.

Simone, the food here sucks.

How you feeling?

I should be asking you that.

Me? I'm better than ever. You.

I'm good.

At lying.

I'm a professional
investigator, too, Simone.

I mean, why else would you
be visiting late at night?

I mean, I know I'm
irresistible. I can't help it.

But something's
up. Talk to me.

I stepped in it with my father.

What'd you do this time?

Nothing! It's him.

He likes having me at home
and knows he needs me there.

But he keeps pushing me away.

This is refreshing.

You are always so on point
with other people's emotions.

It's kinda nice to know
that you have a blind spot.

I think not. I know my father.

Correction. You know how
he presents himself to you.

He's a strong,
stubborn man, Simone.

He probably is afraid
to acknowledge the fact

that he can't do
everything that he used to.

And the hardest thing for a man
of a certain age to outgrow...

is our pride.

Our bodies start to wane.

Our... vanity kicks
us in the cojones.

Okay.

You might have a point there.

Mm.

You want me to get
you some more water?

Yeah. Please.

These poor overworked nurses
are quiet-quitting on me.

[ Chuckles ] [
Cellphone chimes ]

Something to do with the case?

None of your business.

Come on, Simone. What's
happening? Tell me.

Uh, what's happening is you're
resting and I'll be back.

[ Exhales deeply ]

Hello? Does anybody
work around here?

Ooh! Excuse me.

Doctor, I need, uh, some
water for a patient.

Sorry. They need
me in the O. R.,

but I will have them
send a nurse, okay?

♪♪

Oh, no.

♪♪

Sir, did you see anyone
come in this room?

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunting ]

♪♪

Help! Somebody help! Please!

Help! Somebody help!

♪♪

[ Gasping ]

Help!

♪♪

[ Metal thuds ] [ Grunts ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

My keen powers of
deduction are telling me

this guy's not a
real doctor, huh?

You just had to be a part
of the action, didn't you?

I just wanted a
little more water.

[ Exhales deeply ]

This is the worst hospital ever.

He came all this
way to kill Roger.

He's gotta be the
big bad, right?

The guy with the list?

We heard you were
back in action, boss.

Simone did all
the heavy lifting.

I just sealed the deal.

Oh. Hey. You guys,
uh, came together?

We were having coffee.

We were kicking ass.

Oh. It's a little late
for coffee, isn't it?

Well, decaf.

Okay. This guy is in custody,
but the danger's not over.

It's possible he
has a fail-safe plan

to release another name, so we
need to go r... Laura: Matt.

Stop.

Yeah. Stand down,
boss. Carter's got it.

Sorry.

No problem. Take him
back to bed, will you?

Make sure he gets in it.

Oh, you know what? I'm
not a child. You just...

Oh, no. Of course you're not.

♪♪

What is up with Carter and
Antoinette getting drinks?

Not drinks. Just coffee.

Oh. I smell hot goss.

Are Carter and Antoinette, like,
a thing or what's going on?

I-I don't know. I'd
like to know that, too.

Look. E-Everyone gets
coffee with Carter.

He's got big-brother energy.

I leave your side for one night
and you get into a street fight?

Okay. Hey, first of all,
it wasn't a street fight.

We were indoors.

And Simone did all of the
dangerous stuff, so...

Tío, from now on, if
you even think about

getting out of bed
without permission,

I am cuffing you to the rail.

[ Sighs ]

Jorge Peña.

It's nice to finally
meet you in person.

How do you know my name?

You were fingerprinted when
you came to this country

from Colombia as a refugee.

Now, where's the list
you stole from us?

I stole nothing. I'm innocent.

You tried to kill me, a deputy,

and a man out there
with a broken arm.

You're far from innocent.

Now, where's the damn list?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

I swear.

[ Whispering ] Are you
hearing what I'm hearing?

[ Whispering ] That he doesn't
sound like the man on the phone?

Yep.

So you're not the
man with the list,

but you work for him. Hmm?

He ordered you to give an
undercover agent's photo

to Fatback and to kill
all the loose ends

from the bank robbery, right?

Yes.

Why?

I was a soldier...
in Colombia.

I had very... special skills.

Make problems disappear.
You understand.

And I come here.

I live American life,
and I pay taxes.

Go to baseball games.

It's... It's quite nice...

Until a man I knew
back home found me.

He's the kind of man
you don't say no to.

Tell us his name.

I can't. He's dangerous.

So is the death penalty.

And that's what you're gonna
be facing if you don't help us.

What's his name?

[ Buzzer ]

Good morning, Raul.

[ Door closes ]

That's right, sweet thing.

We know exactly who you are.

We're dope like that.

More importantly, we
know who your brother is.

Cesar Almunia,

former officer in Colombia's

National Intelligence
Directorate.

He got fed up with
the government,

switched sides, and founded
the MNF paramilitary group.

Your brother is known as
the Butcher of Bogotá...

but you looked up to him.

And shortly after he
started the MNF, you joined.

You know nothing.

I know you wanted to
escape the violence.

Didn't you?

Raul, we filed an application
for emergency amnesty.

We are going to keep you safe.

W-Why would you help me?

Because somebody has to.

And just like we're helping
you, you can help people, too.

Tell us what this is all about.

My brother.

He... He sent me here to
negotiate a weapons deal...

$10 million for hundreds
of RPGs and small arms,

enough to ensure the
conflict back home

continues for a decade.

I was the only one he trusted.

But you didn't go
through with it.

More orphans will not
make our country stronger.

The payment was going to be
through a cryptocurrency,

so... I made a new account.

Only I know the password.

So the only way your brother
can get that money...

is to get to you.

There was nowhere I could go
where he wouldn't find me.

And if he did, torture,
pain beyond imagination.

So you went to the safest
place you can think of.

Federal prison.

But he found me, even here.

I guess his contacts at the
intelligence services paid off.

Carter, I have a crazy idea.

How crazy?

You want to stop the
violence, the killing?

Yeah.

Raul, I need you to trust us.

Chiles: Your plan is what now?

Raul gave us the password to
his cryptocurrency account.

This is what Cesar really wants.

[ Cellphone ringing, buzzing ]

That's Cesar calling
to say he's releasing

the name of another
undercover agent.

And you're telling
me you want me

to let a known war criminal walk

with $10 million in
untraceable money?

Tracy, it's either that or
another one of our own dies.

And it's not really
walking away.

He still has to buy weapons.

And Raul gave us the
name of the arms dealer

he was gonna meet with.

And Brendon and Laura are
working on tracing him.

And have they? Not yet, but...

Great.

Carter, this is quite the
position you've put me in.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

This is Special Agent
in Charge Tracy Chiles.

You did not release
prisoner 43602.

Uh, no, but we do have
a series of numbers

that he said would
be important to you.

We could give them to you if you
agree to stop releasing names.

Agreed.

Give me the numbers.

[ Keyboard clicking ]

♪♪

Okay. So we're good.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

♪♪

[ Engine idling ]

♪♪

Are we happy?

♪♪

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Siren wails,
vehicles approaching ]

[ Tires screech ]

FBI! Don't do it! Drop
your weapons on the ground!

Drop 'em!

[ Sirens wailing,
tires screeching ]

- FBI! You're surrounded!
- Hey! FBI! Hands up! Hands up.

Hey. Okay.

♪♪

You remember talking to
me on the phone, Cesar?

Oh, don't be like that.

It's not my fault we're better
at our jobs than you are.

[ Exhales deeply ]

So this is it? Our list
of undercover agents?

With all 214 names,

including Special
Agent Jason Simmons.

May he rest in peace.

We recovered it in an
apartment Cesar was using.

No copies?

None that we found.

But Cesar is not talking,

so there's no way
to know for sure.

Hey.

You did good today in
your first foray as boss.

I know.

But Matt's being
released tonight,

so this temporary assignment
is officially over.

Carter?

Your time for
advancement will come.

Oh, it already
has... Several times.

They just always gave the
promotion to someone else.

♪♪

Night, Tracy.

Night.

♪♪

You good, B?

Yeah. I'm okay.

You?

Yeah, I'm good.

But I also didn't have
an agent die in my arms.

You want to talk about it?

Not yet.

Okay. Well, when you do...

Oh, and earlier,

when I was telling you
you needed to pull up?

I don't want you to
think I was being cruel.

I was just trying to keep you
focused on the task at hand.

I needed a Simone-style
boot in the butt,

so it's okay.

These are for kicking
ass and looking fly.

It's crazy, though.

We've been feds less
than three months.

And this is the second
funeral for a fallen agent.

At least the Bureau does
it right, you know? Classy.

But when them bagpipes start?

Oh, my God.

The waterworks! [
Laughing ] Yeah.

Jason won't, uh, have
a formal funeral.

It'll be small and quiet.

Why?

'Cause he was killed
while undercover.

They don't have
parades. No fanfare.

Secrecy of the op comes first.

Yeah, but his cover
was already blown.

I mean, it's... it's out there.

It doesn't matter.

There's still plenty of
assets he came in contact with

that need protecting,

other ongoing operations
that he was connected to

with principals who
may not know the truth.

Yeah, but that
doesn't seem right.

It's not. But it's the job.

Well, I'm still going.

We are still going.

♪♪

Alright. Call me later.

Uh-huh.

Good night, y'all. See ya.

♪ Angel bringing back a hearse ♪

Now, what are you smiling about?

If I've learned anything
these past few days,

it's that life's too
short to play games.

So...

I'm gonna go talk to Antoinette.

I'm gonna tell her how I feel.

Ah. Finally.

But, um, maybe change
your shirt first.

You got a little sweaty.

♪ I can feel it in my bones ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

Oh, come on.
Elena. I can walk.

You know it's policy.

[ Sighs ] Fine. Fine.

I just want to get home.

Speaking of, my mom
and your sisters

are waiting for
us at your place.

They cooked, they cleaned,
and they cannot wait

to read you the riot act

about how disgustingly
you've been living.

Okay. You know what?

Maybe I just want to stay in
the hospital a little longer.

Oh. Tío, we're going.

Yeah. Let me just be in
the bed. We're going.

I don't want to...
Really. [ Groans ] Oh, my.

♪♪

Alright. Just be cool.

No, no. Just be
yourself. Come on.

[ Both laugh ]

Ooh. Yikes.

I don't understand.

You said Carter gets
coffee with everyone.

Well...

He's got big-brother energy.

Mm.

Big brothers got to
date, too, right?

See ya.

[ Insects chirping ]

Hey.

[ Exhales deeply ]

It was presumptuous of me
to try to convert the garage

without talking to
you about it first.

And I'm sorry.

That was all kinds of wrong.

What the hell were you thinking?

Well, Daddy, I was thinking
that we both have busy schedules

and active dating lives, and...

it was just a bad
attempt at me trying

to give you some
of your space back.

Like you said, my being here was
only supposed to be temporary.

Hm.

You want me to leave, Daddy?

Course not.

But hey, l-let's keep it real.

I am getting older.

And this house
will belong to you

and the twins eventually.

So it wasn't a bad idea to
be thinking about the future.

Wait. Hold on.

I know you're not trying to
get out of here any time soon,

are you? [ Chuckles ] No.

I'm not going anywhere
anytime soon, baby girl.

All I'm saying is
that your instinct

to make it more comfortable
for yourself here was right.

But where you went wrong was
not getting my blessing first.

Daddy, can I have your blessing?

[ Doorbell rings ]

Would you get
that? It's for you.

John? Hello!

What's up, cute thing?

Hey. Come on in, man.

[ Chuckles ] I
invited him over.

Look, it got a little
heated last night,

and for my part in
that, I am sorry.

Well, I did eat
all the short ribs.

What do you say we
just call it even?

This is a long way for him to
come for an apology, Daddy,

that could have
happened over the phone.

Well, that's not
the only reason.

I, um, asked him if
he could walk us both

through the feasibility
of converting the garage.

[ Screams, laughs ]

Daddy!

Oh, thank you!

Now, take it easy. We haven't
even discussed a deposit.

I mean, my rates can
get pretty steep.

We should be getting the
friends-and-family discount.

I might be able to work that in

if we could work in a
weekly delivery of cookies

and pies from Cutty's bakery.

Deal. Ooh!

If I throw in some of my
fall-off-the-bone short ribs,

could we talk about
maybe a plunge pool

and a theater room?

[ Laughs ] Simone,
the ribs are good.

They're not that good.

Here it comes. Okay.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. Here it comes.

Let him do the work first!

- Do not...
- "And that's how he died."

♪ White port and lemon juice ♪

- - Captions by VITAC...

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