The Rookie: Feds (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - Close Contact - full transcript

Previously on "The
Rookie: Feds"...

- I'm D. J.
- I'm smitten.

So how about you and I
have a proper catch-up?

Maybe some lunch, coffee?

But it's good to know
you were looking.

Do you drink coffee?

Tomorrow, we should grab a cup.

It's a date.

No, it's coffee.

You guys, uh, came together?

We were having coffee.



You said Carter gets
coffee with everyone.

Got big-brother energy.

Big brothers got to
date, too, right?

See ya.

I've been dealing with
some heart issues recently,

but it's no big deal.

I'm just trying to
clean up my act.

How broken is it?

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

I've got it under control.

Tío?

He's awake.

♪ I've got an idea
of what we need ♪

♪ All we really need
is a dance revival ♪



Healthcare is not a
privilege, it's a right.

Now, folks love to say this is
the greatest country in the world.

Then how about we
start acting like it?

My Healthcare for
All bill delivers

on the promise of the
American experiment.

Congressman, proponents of your
bill say it doesn't do enough,

while opponents say it
will only drive up costs.

But you know what
they're not saying?

They're not saying that
I'm wrong, are they?

Thank you. Thank you.

Details for the
bill can be found

on the congressman's
website. Thank you very much.

Thank you. Thank
you very much.

All right.

♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah-ah-ah ♪

U. S. Congressman Damien Roberts

was the target of
a car bomb attack

outside of Ward AME
Church this morning.

Roberts narrowly escaped injury.

However, his driver was rushed
to a nearby hospital...

and remains in stable condition.

Hey, Daddy, everything okay?

No. Someone tried to
kill Damien Roberts.

My Damien?

Your Damien?

I donated, door knocked, and
voted for him three times.

How's he yours?

Back when I was in D. C.,
I took a group of kids

to visit his
congressional office.

He was mad inspiring.

Charismatic. Easy on the eyes.

I'm glad he's okay.

He's the boldest
progressive in Congress.

No wonder someone
tried to kill him.

You know, politics
is a dangerous game.

Getting more
dangerous every day.

Dressed to slay!

You got a hot date with
Antoinette tonight?

No. I wish.

I
never asked her out.

It turns out she's
dating Carter.

Who told you that?

No one. I figured
it out on my own.

What?

I-I'm good at reading people.

Let me guess. You worked
up a profile, didn't you?

Mm-hmm. Oh, good Lord.

Brendon, in this
particular case,

don't act like Laura.

Be more like me.

Okay. Um, what would you do?

I'm glad you asked.

Uh, what...

Hey, Carter.

You and Antoinette
hooking up or what?

- Really?
- What are... What are you doing?

I'm just asking.

I'm sorry. What?

Why in the world
would you think that

and then shout it
across the bullpen?

B worked up a
profile. Tell him.

Um... look, I-I-I know.

I mean, I-I've seen you guys
together with the intimate talks

and the coffee dates.

I-I-I know.

Not that it's any of
your business, probie,

but she's been helping my
son with his French homework.

Say what? Oh, so you guys
are just friends, right?

Of course. What?

Dating a colleague is
completely unprofessional.

Uh...

Oh, my God. How did
I get it so wrong?

I mean, I saw, like,
legit flashing red signs.

Well, they're all green now.

You got this, B. All right.

Did someone just
call out my name?

Uh, yeah, it was Simone.

Does she need me?
No, no, no. No.

Um... I do.

What's up?

Listen...

Are you free on Saturday night?

Why?

My friend just opened
a restaurant downtown.

I could get us the chef's table.
It could... could be... fun.

Are you asking me out on a date?

Are you figuring out a
way to let me down easy?

No.

I'm just wondering
what took you so long.

Hey.

Well?

Okay. What is
going on over here?

Oh, it's not my
tea to spill. B?

Well, the tea's still brewing.

I-I think I'll wait till
it's, you know, hot.

Hey, look who's back.

Hey! Hey!

Too soon, in my opinion.

I agree. You had
emergency heart surgery.

You should be off at
least another week.

Simone, please. We
have work to do.

Tío, remember, ease
yourself back in.

You promised me you'd implement
a relaxed approach from now on.

I know. I know. But
that was this morning.

So as you've all
probably already heard,

Congressman Damien Roberts was
almost killed in a car bombing.

I just received a call from
HQ saying that the congressman

is gonna need a protection
detail until he returns to D. C.,

and he is specifically requested
that our team do the honors.

He requested us?

But since when did we
become babysitters?

Hey, Laura, if our work is
getting noticed in D. C.,

that's a good thing, right?

Now, I've already contacted
his office for a list of people

who may have posed
threats against him.

Carter, you and Simone
are on 24-hour watch

over the congressman until
he leaves tomorrow, okay?

Laura, Brendon, you take
point on this bombing.

You find the bomber, you
eliminate that threat.

Got it.

And what are you
going to be doing?

I will be drinking
a green juice,

followed by 10 minutes
of guided meditation.

Antoinette. Hi.

Just checking to see if you
have the bomb fragments already.

Just logging them in.

Going to take some
time to analyze,

but these parts
look rudimentary.

Possibly the
work of an amateur.

Great minds.

For instance, this is part of a
cheap radio-controlled receiver.

It must have been on
the same frequency

as the driver's key fob,

which is why it
detonated the bomb.

So I'll attempt to
source the components

and search for
prints, biologicals.

Text you if anything pops.

Sounds good.

Thank you. Mm.

So that's the tea.

Hmm?

All of the
FBI units in L. A.,

and the congressman
requests our team.

Don't you find that strange?

Uh, I find it strange that
you're selling us short.

I mean, for a new team that
includes two rookie agents,

hm, we've been kicking
ass and taking names.

Probably did his homework.

Yeah.

What are you doing,
and where the hell

did you get that perfume?

I keep a beauty go-bag
in the glove compartment

in case I ever need
a little refresh.

Do I have to remind you
this is a job, not a date?

You're damn right
it's not a date.

I wouldn't give him the satis...

Is there something
you need to disclose?

Don't tell me you know
the congressman socially.

Let me remind you, lying is
the number-one sin in the FBI.

Okay.

Well, then, yeah, kinda sorta.

How "kinda sorta?"

We hooked up once or twice.

Okay. Actually, two dozen
times when I lived in D. C.

The man ain't lying when he
says he supports feminism

'cause it was crazy
sexual equality...

All right, enough.
Sorry I asked.

But I do need to know if
anything's still going on.

I haven't spoken to him
in over a year, Carter.

But you know how it is
when you see your ex-piece.

They need to know
what they missing.

I suppose it's not exactly
a conflict of interest,

but still a cause for concern.

You need to be
professional, Simone.

When am I not?

This morning was
terrifying, almost deadly,

but not as deadly as
millions of Americans

without adequate
health insurance.

And that's why I'm not gonna let
anyone scare me off my message.

The risk is worth
it. But that's me.

It doesn't have to be you.

Folks, your safety
is everything to me.

So
if anyone feels

uncomfortable working
here right now,

it's okay to leave.
I understand.

We're not going
anywhere, Damien. Right?

Thank you. Thank you.

Okay, then.
Back to work.

We have to sell the
congressman's bill

to the country before
it goes into committee.

Feds, I presume.

Special Agent Carter
Hope, Congressman.

Please, please call me Damien.

And this is Emma Taylor,
my chief of staff.

Hello. Hi.

And who might you be?

Cut the act, Damien.

I already disclosed
our little history.

Ah. I told Emma, too.

Our unit is already
exploring the bombing.

We'll have a team sweep
your home and this office

for surveillance devices.

Carter and I will drive
you to all your events,

and we will guard
you in public places.

Stay close and do
as you're told.

We'll need to see your schedule.

Oh, here. I'll
give you a copy.

Thank you, Emma.

Do as I'm told?

I almost forgot how
feisty you can be.

Forget nothing.

Not a day goes by you
don't think on all of this.

I admit nothing.

Except for the fact
that you've already made

a reputation for saving the day.

Something going on?

Absolutely nothing.

What's on the agenda?

Uh, next up, the
congressman has an event

at St. Stephen's Hospital.

The healthcare
leadership speech.

Yeah, we're gonna
need specifics...

Who organized it?
Who was invited?

Is any security in place?

Settle down, people.

So, after sifting
through threats

from the online bots, trolls,

and foreign
disinformation campaigns,

there are four credible
bombing subjects

in the Los Angeles area...

Oswald Largent, a
doomsday prepper

and anti-government
conspiracy theorist,

Teddy Booker, who has ties

to the far-right militant group
The Citizen's Freedom Movement,

and Becky-Lynn Douglas
and Melanie White,

both radical
conservative influencers

who have posted threats
against Congressman Roberts.

Now, they all have
means and access.

Well, Becky-Lynn certainly
has the motivation to do it.

All right, get out of my way.
Get out of my way. I got this.

Now, my initial
profiles are the women

are suburban armchair pundits,

all bluster, no muster.

And the doomsday prepper,

he barely gets out
in the sunlight.

But then there is Booker.
Now, he could be our unsub.

What makes you say that?

His word choice.

He's detailed,
articulate, educated,

which makes what he says
all the more frightening.

He believes every
word of his threats.

And has quite the rap
sheet... Assaults,

illegal firearm charges.

Okay, go talk to him. See
what you can shake out.

But be careful. Tac up.

Yeah.

FBI!

Uh... you got a warrant?

No, but we can come back
with one and 15 more agents.

Might make a bit of a mess.

Or we can have a quick chat now.

Fine. Let me put
on some pants.

♪ Got tricked by a pretty lie ♪

♪ It's no greener
on the other side ♪

Hey, stop!

You go. I'll try
to head him off.

♪ Don't care if I live or die ♪

♪ Modern life is a firefight ♪

♪ And I'm... I'm not a soldier ♪

♪ I'm not a soldier ♪

♪ Back up, bad luck,
she's at it again ♪

♪ Yeah, I got real big problem ♪

♪ And she don't care ♪

Where'd he go?
Did he pass you?

No.

There's a lot of guns and ammo,
but no bomb-making material.

Well, maybe he keeps his
explosives somewhere else.

Oh, and check out his writings.

This guy goes way
beyond obsessing

over harming the congressman.

He's also very into cosplay.

Hmm?

Ah. A man of many faces.

And identities, yeah.

Oh, look.

Fake I. D. To St.
Stephen Hospital.

The congressman has an
event there. We should go.

Your revised
talking points.

Healthcare as a
human right, check,

broken system,
prescription drugs.

This is still too generic.

Where's my Aunt Winnie
May's cancer story?

Oh, I love that story.

Especially how she made wigs

for all the chemo
patients at her clinic.

I put your aunt's
story right at the end.

It's heartwarming, Damien.
You should open with it.

Agree. I'll launch
with Winnie May.

How would you like to close?

Personal and immediate.

My driver is recovering
at this very hospital

from a car bomb intended for me.

I'm gonna tell Tony's
story and how I'm paying

his medical costs his
insurance doesn't cover.

Then I will close
with inspiring people

to imagine a world with
single-pay healthcare.

Laura, you're on
speaker with Simone,

the congressman, and
his chief of staff.

We may have
identified our unsub.

Teddy Booker.

Sending his photo now.

You recognize him?

No. Not at all.

Oh, it makes sense.
He wears disguises.

We found racks full of costumes

and a fake I. D. To
St. Stephen's Hospital.

He... He may show up.

We have to cancel this
appearance. It's too high-risk.

My whole career is high risk.

I've managed crackpots

the day I announced
my candidacy.

I get that, but our job
is to protect you, sir.

And my job is to
lead and inspire.

You do yours, I'll do mine.

Damien, be reasonable.

I will not be deterred by hate.

Okay, but we're not
leaving your side.

We're on our way. And
we'll call for more backup.

See?

This right here is why
I broke up with you.

Excuse me?

You don't listen.
You're stubborn.

I see you study
revisionist history.

I broke up with you.

Uh, boo, you may
recall our fight

at The Capital Grille when
you laid out your terms

and I refused them because
no one dictates my life.

Except me, who can fire
you for any reason.

Now, we have a credible threat.

Are you willing to
comport yourself or not?

Yes, sir.

Because I'm not the
one who got dumped.

What the hell? What is it?

My old agent just wrote,
"Hope you're doing okay,"

and my dad said, "Any
publicity is good publicity."

What the hell's going on?

I don't know, and I don't care.

Right now, neither do
you. Put your phone away.

Oh, right, sorry.

Not because the patients she
treated didn't make it, no.

Okay. What are we looking for?

All right, we always start
with the three A's...

Assess, aim, adapt.

What ate at her were the
patients she didn't get to treat

because they lacked
health insurance.

First, we assess the location.

Three entries,
three exits. Mm-hmm.

Was my mama alone in this,

or does it break
your hearts, too?

And aim?

Minimize the
congressman's exposure.

That's why we placed him at
the north side of the lobby

so we can see all the exits.

Very good. And adapt?

Be ready for it
all to go to hell.

In a modern
society... in a moral society.

Gun!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Everyone, get down!

Get down!

♪ Hold up, hold up ♪

♪ Hold up, hold up ♪

Come on. Stay close.
I have Damien.

I'm taking him to
the secured location.

Is all this necessary?

That's what you say to me
after I just saved your ass?

Technically, Carter
did most of the saving.

Wow. Unbelievable.

Unh-unh. Move and you're dead.

Looks like you're coming
with us, sweetheart.

♪ Negativity, you playin' ♪

♪ Twirlin' in a dress
all day and slayin' ♪

♪ Sayin' some weird, weird ♪

♪ Wipe your mind like
the tooth fairy ♪

Simone, we got
Booker in custody.

You can come out of
the secured room.

Simone?

Does anybody have
eyes on Simone?

Okay, get into
the van. Come on!

Damien, remember when we
used to go to the Rosebar in D. C.?

What did I always tell
you when we danced?

Follow your lead.

Both of you, shut up!

♪ Hold up, I'mma keep it
runnin', I'mma keep it runnin' ♪

♪ I'm fierce, I'm fabulous ♪

♪ I'm a black sheep ♪

♪ Bye, baby, I'm a black sheep ♪

♪ I'm fierce, I'm fabulous ♪

♪ I'm everything you wanna be ♪

♪ Bye, baby, I'm
a black sheep ♪

This is Simone Clark.

We got two down in
the boiler room.

The congressman is secure.

♪ Black sheep, bye,
baby, I'm a black sheep ♪

That was a pretty bold scheme

you and your boys tried
to pull off, Mr. Booker.

Arresting a few patriots is
not gonna stop the revolution.

The Great Reset will take
this nation by storm.

Great Reset. Huh. Okay.

How about kidnapping
Congressman Roberts, huh?

Is that part of the Great Reset?

It was only the beginning.

Wasn't the beginning
planting that bomb

on the congressman's
vehicle this morning?

You
think that was us?

The Citizen's Freedom Movement
had nothing to do with that.

We're supposed to just take
your word for it, right?

Is that it? Our
plan was to film him

recanting his radical
socialist agenda.

Kill him?

Please.

He's worth much more to
the revolution alive.

Okay, what is going on?
Is there an emergency?

Yes. Well, no. Kind of.

You know my ex-girlfriend,
Heather Jacobs?

The model? Yeah.

So apparently, she
wrote a memoir.

She dropped a couple
of chapters online.

Mm. I take it you
don't come off well.

Uh, no.

She wrote that I'm a
narcissistic serial dater

who's deathly afraid
of being alone,

oh, and... and needs constant
validation in order to breathe.

What? That's not funny.
Sorry. No, not funny.

No, I... Just... I don't
like my personal business

being blasted out
around the world.

You know, people
here just stopped... Hey...

Talking about "Vampire Cop."

I just... You know, I
don't like the office...

Would you relax? What?

No one here even remotely
cares about your personal life.

Hey, hey, hey, Elena.

You read it? Oh,
God. Is it bad?

Have you read
the comments? No.

Don't. But it's
okay. We'll fix this.

We'll file a libel
suit against Heather,

a cease and desist
for the publisher,

run a social media campaign
against the allegations.

No, no, no, you can't do that.

Why not? Because
it's all true.

Okay.

If you're worried about
Antoinette, don't be.

I'm... I'm... I'm sure
she didn't read it.

She is way above all
the office gossip.

Right. Oh, hey.

Oh, God. Unless she's not.

You all right?

Ooh, I think I tweaked my
damn knee kicking that guy.

You don't get that kind of
action on Capitol Hill, huh?

Oh,
no, not like that.

You put yourself between
me and a shooter.

That's the job, boo.

And you're worth it.

We may have a problem.

Mr. Booker denies being
involved with the bombing.

Well, he must be lying, right?

Possibly. There are
some inconsistencies.

One of the members of The
Citizen's Freedom Movement

served in the Army, has
extensive munitions experience.

But the bomb was the
work of an amateur.

So either they did it
on purpose to confuse us

or there is someone
else behind this.

And until we know for
sure and can completely

rule them out, we
need to stay vigilant.

Congressman, we had
your house swept again,

and we strongly
suggest you stay there

until we can root
out a viable suspect.

Oh, for goodness
sakes, listen to them.

All right, fine. I'll
cancel the rest of my day.

But tomorrow is a
different story.

My rally could make or break
the next election cycle.

Okay, well, then we'll
enhance your security detail

for the event. Good.

As for now, Simone and
I will stand watch.

I'll go with you now and
take the first shift.

Simone, relieve
me at 9:00 p. m.

Oh, wait a minute, though. Why
do I have to work graveyard?

I mean, you want to rock,
paper, scissors for it?

Oh. 9:00 p. m. sharp.

Shall we, Congressman?

♪ She on the
phone and sounding so sexy ♪

♪ But she be on the block
like don't test me ♪

Hey. Hot date tonight?

No, I'm just getting
ready for work,

and I want to look my best.

And I'm trying to decide between

what's doing too much
and what's just right.

Uh-huh. And what kind of work
does the FBI have you doing now?

I'm on protective detail
for Congressman Roberts

until he leaves town.

Oh, so you trying to
capture more than a criminal

this evening?

Daddy, I have a confession.

I didn't just meet
Damien in D. C.

We actually dated
for a little bit.

How did you keep that a secret?

Well, because it
didn't work out.

And 'cause I'm over him.

Well, not according
to that outfit.

Oh, and
just so you know,

I'm rooting for you.

Bam.

♪ Heartbreaker ♪

Special Agent Simone Clark
reporting for graveyard duty.

Seriously?

That's how you dress to
sit in a car on lookout?

What are you thinking?

That being cute has
never held me back.

Simone, look me in my eyes.

You gonna keep it professional?

Of course, Carter.

Good night.

♪ Call me ♪

♪ Call me by my name ♪

Wow. Uh, you look nice.

Thank you.

I just wanted to let you
know that I was here,

and I'll be out front,

and give me a call if
there's any sign of trouble.

Will do. Appreciate it.

Hey, are you hungry?

I, uh, had the Dungeness
crab and garlic noodles

delivered from Crustacean.

You did not.

Pricy. And my favorite.

See, I see what you did there.

You know what? No,
thank you. Right?

I am here to keep you
alive, not have dinner.

But technically...
technically, it would be easier

to guard your body
if I was inside

where your body actually is.

♪ Call me by my... ♪

I've got something.

Remember the
radio-control switch

that detonated the bomb? Yeah.

I found a partial serial number

and was able to source it.

Made by A. R. A. Industries,
model number BY-2990.

It's quite a common
device used for dozens

of completely innocent,
non-bomb-related applications.

Well, there could be tens of
thousands of people on this,

but, um, one of them
could be our bomber,

so I'll have the
eggheads check it out.

Nice work. Thanks.

Hey, uh, you, uh... you okay?

Oh, okay.

Um, you read the excerpt
from my ex-girlfriend's book.

Got it. Um...

Look, I'm... I'm not
that guy anymore.

I believe you.

It's just a reminder
you're still famous.

No, I-I'm not
chasing that anymore.

Yet it's still following you.

I left Paris because my father
is a giant in the wine industry,

and my mother was a model.

There were eyes on me
the moment I was born.

I literally crossed an ocean
to get away from all that.

I understand that.
I like you, Brendon.

I'd just be more comfortable
if we remained friends.

I'm sorry.

Mmm.

Let me tell you something.

I thought dating in
my 20s was rough.

Lately, my love life has just
taken a back seat to my career.

Same.

That's why they say at our age,

we should date someone
we already know.

Is that
what they say?

Yes, that getting acquainted
phase can, you know,

waste precious time
with the wrong person.

Mm.

♪ All about ♪

♪ Can't you see ♪

I gotta admit,

when you ended things with
me, I was a little shook.

Whoa, whoa. Can, uh...

Can you speak into
the mic, Congressman?

Did you
just finally admit

that I was the one
who broke up with you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's just

I'm just so used to doing
everything on my own terms.

It's... It's a hard
habit to break,

and I'm trying to evolve,

to be open to someone
else taking the lead.

It's just...

♪ Just stay ♪

It's just a hard
thing for me to do.

♪ I swear to God ♪

I think I better
get back to my post.

Outside.

♪ Cross my heart ♪

♪ Yeah, I promise ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

Thanks for dinner.

♪ We ain't gotta fight no more ♪

Listen, I know your
job is to protect me,

but how can I in good conscience

send a woman I care about
into potential danger?

Well, it's not your choice, boo.

And besides, we both
know I can handle myself.

♪ I apologize ♪

Good night, Damien.

♪ I didn't mean the
word I said before ♪

Night.

♪ So listen, boy, don't
walk out of the door ♪

♪ Begging, pleading ♪

♪ Hear me out ♪

♪ Baby, what's this all about? ♪

♪ Can't you see that, baby ♪

Hmm. Morning. Hey.

You're here early.

So, warrants were executed

at the other two
kidnappers' residences.

They found an
arsenal of weapons,

but no bomb-making material.

Hm. Oh, uh, speaking of,
the radio-control switch

that Antoinette sourced?

The techies compiled a
list of all the consumers

who used a credit
card to purchase one.

Neither Booker nor any
of his boys were on it,

so unless they were smart
enough to use cash...

I doubt it. These
guys are morons.

Here, look.

They videotaped themselves
planning the entire kidnapping.

Oh. Look at this police
stuff, right? Like, authentic.

Hey, Brendon? Yeah.

Boss wants to see
you in this office.

Oh. Just me? Yeah.

That can't be
good. Usually, no.

Okay. Good luck.

Yep.

Hey, boss. Uh, look, about
that tell-all book...

I don't give a crap about that.
Shut the door and sit down.

What's up?

A little birdie told me
you asked Antoinette out.

A little birdie, huh? Yeah.

Elena?

When I was a probie,

I was stationed in Tampa
with a fellow trainee.

Her name was Candace.

She was a markswoman,

as smart as she was deadly,
and I was a goner, Brendon.

I was smitten.

Wow. So... So what happened?

She became my first ex-wife.

Oh.

After the divorce, we had
to continue working together

in the same field
office for a year.

Awkward. As hell.

Yeah. So, word of advice...

Think hard before you jump
into an office romance.

No, it's a... it's a moot point.

Antoinette, she...
She turned me down.

Well, trust me, that's
probably the best thing

that could have ever
happened to you.

Totally. Yeah.

All right, that's
it. You can go.

Hey, uh, Candace...
I mean, it obviously,

you know, ended badly,
but, uh, when it was good?

It was... magic.

Oh, hey, good morning.
Get some sleep?

Of course not. I'm on duty.

Yeah. Duty, huh?
Could have fooled me.

Except for that little
break we took last night.

But it still shouldn't
have happened.

Yeah, but it did.

And you know what?

I can get used to this.

Maybe a couple
brushes with death

can make a man appreciate
the finer things.

Okay. Mm. Mm. Mm. Okay, okay.

Enough of that.

Go get your fine ass dressed.

Go on. Shoo, fly, shoo.

Boss, you
need to see this.

One of the congressman's
attempted kidnappers

did some recon at the
site of his first speech.

Got it all on video.

Oh, can we see them
plant the bomb?

Yeah. Just watch.

I almost missed
it the first time,

but watch when he pans.

So they're not the bombers.

No. He is.

Okay, Brendon, put out a BOLO

and check all surveillance
cameras in the area.

We might get lucky.

Laura, go update
Carter and Simone.

Yeah.

Our unsub is still at large.

Good morning, Emma.

Good morning.

And how are you this morning?

Simone is in the house with
me and not outside in the car

because we were going
over the day's schedule.

If you were wondering.

I wasn't. But okay.

Get down!

Three assassination
attempts in two days.

Damien, we're canceling the
rest of the L. A. itinerary.

Why don't the two of you
come back to our field office

until your flight
back to D. C. tonight?

Yeah. It's gonna be the safest
place for you right now.

Damien, you go. I'll
head back to the office.

I don't want this stealing focus
from your healthcare initiative.

Appreciate you. We'll
get through this.

We need to get you to safety.

Simone.

Just curious... When
the shooting happened,

why were you in the
congressman's house?

Coffee. Do you really need
to know anything else?

No.

But can't say the
same for Carter.

He's waiting for you
back in the office.

Hey, Antoinette. Hey.

So I-I-I thought a lot
about our conversation,

and I respect your decision.

Thank you. Will you answer
these two questions?

Excuse me? Just two questions.

Come on. Humor me.

Hey, Bob. Hey.

So, one, do you like
spending time with me?

Yes.

Okay. Yes. There
you go. Amazing.

And, two, will you regret it

if you don't at least
try to give us a chance?

You know what? You
don't have to answer.

Just take your time.
Think about it.

It's
a blank screen.

I am being bombarded
by messages.

Is there a space where I can
return some e-mails, calls?

Uh, the fishbowl is open.

All right. Thanks.

Mm.

He is fronting like he's brave,
but inside, that man is rattled.

You determine that when you
were in his house this morning,

bonding over your coffee?

Would you like me to tell
you what happened, Carter?

I already know.

What if the killer
came back last night

and caught you with your
guard and pants down?

At best, you've
embarrassed the Bureau.

At worst, you're both dead.

You're right.

You got lucky.

Think about it, though, Carter.

W-W-Was it luck?

I mean, I was alone
with Damien last night.

The unsub could have
come at any time.

But he waited for
the sun to rise?

Why? Our unsub isn't a pro.

Remember, the bomb was basic,

and shooting at a target
through a window from a car

is a terrible idea,
tactically speaking.

No. But it seems like
we're missing something.

I'm protecting him last night,

but they don't show up to attack

until after Emma gets there?

Shots rang out
when she was there,

and the bomb was in a car
she was about to get into.

Damien has had so many
death threats against him

that if an unsub killed
him and Emma was with him,

people would just assume
she was collateral damage.

And no one would look into
who would want her dead.

Damn. Hold up,
hold up, hold up.

There is no way
this is about Emma.

How much do you know about
her? I mean her personal life.

I-I-Is she going
through a bad breakup,

having a problem
with her family,

her... her finances? No.

But, you know, there was this
one thing, about a year ago.

She was driving home
from a fundraiser.

It was late, and she
accidentally hit a young man

running across Sunset.

He was only 19 years old.

He wasn't in a crosswalk.

He died at the
scene. Hit and run?

No. She called the
police immediately.

There were witnesses
that backed her story,

and the police report
said that she was

completely sober.
Were charges filed?

No. It was a tragic accident.

But, you know, a couple
months ago, the boy's father,

he launched a civil
suit against her,

but a judge dismissed it.

Carter, this is
the kind of thing

a-a-a grieving father would do.

I mean, he's hurt.
He's vengeful.

You know his name?

The father? No idea.

But the boy, I believe
it was, um, Connor.

Connor Morgan.

We've got a list of
over 10,000 people

who purchased a part that
was used in the bomb.

Call Emma right now.

And there's one
Morgan... Ian Morgan.

Could be him. Went
straight to voicemail.

Let's go. I'm coming.

You stay here. I'm coming.

No, you're not.

Carter, that's him.

He's got a gun!

You're... You're
Connor's father.

I'm sorry. FBI!

Mr. Morgan, drop
your weapon! No.

We know what
happened with your son.

It was an accident.

Ran him over like a dog and
then tried to cover it up.

That's not what happened.

Please. Please.

It wasn't supposed
to go down like this!

I had to be clever.

I had to be clever,
had to be clever

and kill her when she's
with the congressman.

And nobody would suspect that.

Losing a child is the
most painful thing

a person can feel.

You're broken.

Don't do this.

I just wanted to...
To get away with it

like she got away
with killing my son.

Look at me.

Connor loved you.

I'm a coward.

Don't you dare
dishonor his memory.

Take care. Thank you.

Simone. Simone.

Were you just gonna leave
without saying goodbye?

It's not like that.

I mean, you're busy and
your people need you.

Yeah, but what if I need you?

Let's, uh... Let's
give it another chance.

Look, I know I'm
mostly at the Capitol,

but I'm often here
amongst my constituents.

Or better yet, you can put in
a transfer to D. C. I can...

Like I should upend my life
to make time for yours?

I don't think so.

You know why this
would never work?

Because after raising my babies

and putting myself
last for years,

I finally get to be the sun.

You're right.

♪ Ooooh ♪

Well, has the Internet
stopped dragging you?

Oh, please. I'm
too afraid to look.

You should be.

There are some pretty harsh
memes popping up on social media

and #VampireCopSucks
is trending. Oh, nice.

Oh, just give it two
weeks and the trolls will,

you know, focus on something
even more meaningless.

Meaningless? I mean, this blew
my chance with Antoinette.

It's not meaningless.
Okay, so don't look now,

but Antoinette is over there
chatting it up with Clancy.

Ooh. Yeah. Clancy.

Don't you find that a bit odd?

Yes. Yes, Yes. Who's Clancy?

Everyone knows you don't
make eye contact with Clancy

unless you want a 15-minute
conversation about his cats.

Oy. And nobody wants that.

No.

♪ You make it better ♪

Ooh. Yeah. Oh.

Well, now if that
is not a look of,

"Ooh, I'm still interested,"
I don't know what is.

Special Agent Acres,

is this going to be a problem?

No, sir.

♪ You make it better ♪

Go make sure it ain't.

Hey, I gotta talk to
Antoinette about a case.

♪ Weeks, days ♪

What case?

Uh, the case of you
sneaking peeks at me.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

I was just having a
lovely chat with Clancy.

Oh.

Did you know a group of
cats is called a clowder?

No, I didn't.

♪ You're the light that
helps me find my way back ♪

Okay. I'm gonna...

Wait.

♪ When it all gets tough ♪

I thought about the second
question you asked me.

Oh.

And, uh... you have an answer?

Yes.

I like quiet.

And though it's not your fault,
everything around you is loud.

Obnoxiously so at times.

I abhor that, Brendon.

Yet still... I would
regret not giving us a try.

♪ You make it better ♪

Wait, that's it?

♪ You make it better ♪

Yes.

Until our date Saturday night.

I'll wear something quiet.

I'm just...
I'm just grateful

that no one got hurt today.

Rather than vilifying the
man behind the attacks,

I want to highlight the
state's role in mental health.

This is why I push so hard
for a more progressive

healthcare package... one
that reaches everyone in need.

So, when is my future son-in-law
coming over to dinner?

Uh, sorry to
disappoint you, Daddy,

but Damien and I are
not gonna work out.

What did you do?

What did I do?

Geez!

If you think he's so perfect,
why don't you date the man?

♪ You ♪

♪ You, you make it better ♪

♪ You make it better ♪

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