The Rookie: Feds (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript

They call
him The Reaper,

an elusive international sniper
with at least nine known kills

throughout Europe and Asia.

Murder for hire,

all high-profile targets.

Now, sadly,

this is his only known
photo, but two days ago,

agents working off of
a tip from Interpol

linking The Reaper to payments
made from a shell corporation

raided a home in Malibu Canyon.

Strip.



Now!

Now, The Reaper wasn't there,

but his girlfriend was
captured without incident.

Zora Maddis.

She's currently being held
at Ventura County Jail

for conspiracy to commit murder
and awaiting her arraignment.

She in the know or
caught in the crossfire?

Ah, that's an unknown.

But she's not just arm candy.

She went to Stanford.

Works as a corporate translator.

So she's got a lot to lose.

And I assume she
said "no" to a deal?

Yeah. And intercepted
dark web communiqués



have led us to believe
that The Reaper is here

in Los Angeles to
carry out his next hit.

So there's a clock ticking.

Which is where
you come in. Me?

Simone, I want you to go
undercover as an inmate.

Get to know Zora. Find
out anything you can

about The Reaper's true
identity and his next target.

Your new name
is Cheryl Waters.

Cheryl?

Couldn't I get something with
a little more flare to it...

Like Nefertiti?

Or Jamika?

Your backstory
and identification

have already been created.

You were booked for possession
and assaulting an officer.

Ooh, Cheryl is spicy.

Can we just slow
our roll here, Matt?

Simone's a probationary agent.

She's not ready for this.

You're a terrible wing man.

Simone taught in prisons
back in D.C. as a volunteer.

And she's good
with people. See?

And Zora may be our only key

to catching The Reaper
before he kills again.

If anyone even gets the hint

that Simone is FBI, she's dead.

You're right, which
is why you are going

to go undercover with her.

As a sheriff deputy.

To make sure

that doesn't happen.

Ha!

Let's run
though it again.

Only the Warden's gonna
know we're undercover.

We can't trust the guards. And
definitely not the inmates.

And I won't be able to watch
your back every moment.

Simone, I know you
love a challenge,

but you don't have to do this.

Carter, I got this.

Trust me.

Yeah. New meat.

What'cha reading?

My name is Cheryl.

What's your name, girl?

Nobody.

Hey, boss.

The Evidence Response Team
dropped off everything

from The Reaper's Malibu rental.

Oh. He's got good taste.

Ah. Anything to indicate
who his next target is?

Not so far.

But he's gonna have to
work a little harder

to finish the job, considering
this was left behind.

Well, that is a beaut.

7.62 RPR, 5 to 25 scope,

shooting a hand loaded
220 grain subsonic round.

It's all custom made.

That's a good eye.

I did a movie once
where I... Right.

Where you
played a sniper.

"Shot Through The Heart."

It was a romantic comedy.

It was really kind
of sweet, actually.

Anyway, I spent
two weeks training

with the best in the business.

It's how I aced
firearms at Quantico.

Well, the barrel on this one

was made with a
stainless 17-4ph alloy.

There are only a handful
of gunsmiths in the world

who are skilled
enough to craft one.

And since The Reaper
lost his weapon,

he's gonna need to find
someone local to replace it.

And quick.

Any names come to mind?

Yeah. Guy by the
name of Dave Barber.

Whoa.

"Boomstick" Barber?

That's my guy. That's
the guy who trained me.

He's an... He's an armorer.

He supplies firearms to
actors on movie sets.

Well, maybe actors aren't the
only people he supplies to.

The Reaper needs to
replace his weapon,

so go find out if Boomstick was
commissioned to make him one.

Let's go.

Yo. You get my smokes?

I... don't have
discretionary yet.

Mm. Alright.

Well, maybe I just take these.

As a deposit.

Hey. Leave her alone.

Really?

You sure this the hill you
wanna die on, new girl?

- Ooh!
- Oh, shut up!

I will put your ass
in the infirmary...

With pieces missing.

Give me those.

Walk!

- Ooh!
- Yeah!

I'll see you.

Here you go.

I didn't ask you to do that.

So I'm not all of a sudden
your jailhouse bitch, okay?

Whoa.

Shorty, you ain't
even my type, alright?

It's... It's just that nobody
survives in here alone.

So I wanted to make a deal.

I watch your back,
you watch mine.

Bet.

Hey, new guy. Take stink duty.

Plumbing's down in this wing.

Walk the inmates to the
bathroom down the hall.

For how long?

Oh, hell, yeah. I gots to go.

Hey.

I know you.

Move, inmate.

You ain't no
"Officer Jenkins."

All those nights you sat
working undercover in my club?

Eyeing all my girls,
watching 'em grind.

You're Carter Hope.
Eff. Bee. Eye.

The man who ruined my life.

You ruined your own
life, Jazmine...

Getting in business
with organized crime.

I did my time. I'm on
the up-and-up now, baby.

Then why are you back inside?
Because when you're an ex-con,

any misdemeanor dust-up lands
you right back behind bars.

Judge saw an ex-con and set
my bail at two-hundred K.

Two hundred thousand
for assault?

No way I can pay that.

Now I'm trapped here
waiting for trial.

Or I was...

until Christmas came early.

You gonna get me out of here.

How am I supposed to
do that? Figure it out.

Or I'm gonna tell everybody up
in here you an undercover Fed.

I'll throw you in solitary.
Have you transferred out.

Not before I yell out to
anyone who can hear me

that you a G-Man.

Word spreads quick around here.

I'll see what I can do.

See to it fast.

I'm really bad at
keeping secrets.

So where's this Boomer guy?

Boomstick.

Right now, he's working on
the set of "Hot Suspect."

Am I supposed to
know what that is?

It's a wildly popular TV show.

Oh.

Hello?

Hello. This is Officer
Chen, from the LAPD.

We... We met a few weeks ago...

Hey, Lucy.

You remember me?

Of course I remember you.

Yeah, you're my hero.

Living proof you can come out
of the rookie years unscathed.

No, I'm super scathed,
but I'm still standing.

Um, look, I don't
mean to bother you,

but we got a call about
an attempted break-in

at your storage unit.

And when we showed
up to arrest them,

the suspect said to call you.

Miles Butkus.

Do you know him?

Yeah. You could say that.

He's my dad.

Oh. Uh, I'm sorry.

We have him in holding.

Okay. We're in the middle
of something right now,

but we can...

Can I come there and...
And grab him after this?

Is that okay?
Yeah. Sure thing.

Alright. Thank you.

So your real name
is Brendon Butkus?

That was your takeaway?

Hey. Boomstick. Hey.

Brendon!

- Hey. How are you?
- Hey! Bring it in, boy!

Ahh! Boomstick!

- Boom!
- There he is.

How you doing? I'm good.

Good. Oh, this
is, uh, my boss,

Special Agent
Laura Stensen. Hi.

Actually, we need your
help with something.

Uh, here, have a look at this.

Ooh, 7.62 RPR.

Custom job. Mm-hmm.

Ooh. Looks European.

You make one of those recently?

Oh, well, uh, if I did,

it's because the Second
Amendment affords me that right.

Well, to a point.

We are looking for
a wanted fugitive

who was in the market for
a custom precision rifle

just like that. Well,
it's not really my place

to ask what a customer plans
to do with a legal firearm.

Mm. So, unless I
know he's planning

to commit a crime with
it, I'm in the clear.

Well, now we are telling you

he i planning to commit a crime.

So unless you want to be
charged as an accessory,

you need to tell us everything
about this customer,

starting with when
you're supposed

to turn over the weapon.

You just did.
Stay right there.

Stay right there. Sir, I think
we have eyes on The Reaper.

Hollywood and Gower.

Hey!

Oh, he made us! Hey! FBI!

Stop, stop, stop! I'm
sorry. I need help.

I'm sorry.

Suspect is heading east
on Hollywood Boulevard,

escaping in a gray BMW!

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, The
Reaper is in the wind.

And he has a new rifle.

Which means he
definitely has a target.

Gotta be why he
hasn't split town.

Plus the girlfriend.

You think a guy who
kills people for a living

has a soft spot for a girl?

Well... No. This
is not a movie.

I'm just saying... We don't
know enough about this guy

to rule anything out, sir.

Okay, well, LAPD has a BOLO out

for the vehicle
that he carjacked,

but he's probably
ditched it already.

And Boomstick's cooperating,

but he said he'd never
met the guy before today.

All their correspondence
is encrypted.

The Reaper paid in cash.

Alright. Well, what
about the car he came in?

It's registered to a dummy corp.

It's being processed
as we speak.

Hopefully the GPS
gives us something.

Okay. We'll take
whatever we can get.

You guys are on your
way back to the ranch?

Yeah. Almost.

We have to stop by
Mid-Wilshire for a...

Uh...

just a small... matter.

Make it quick. Yeah.

Thank you.

Hey, "Nobody."

Zora.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

Remember when I said we should
have each other's backs?

Well, I need a favor.

I figured you didn't help me

out of the goodness
of your own heart.

Look, I see you.

Salon cut, manicure,
nose in a book.

You're smart. Got money.

A lawyer?

'Cause I could use
one. What'd you do?

Trusted the wrong
person. My girl.

I thought she was
on the up-and-up,

said she worked for
this courier service.

Asked me to drop a package.

Next thing I know, I'm
delivering a kilo of cocaine

to an undercover narc.

Damn. She sold you out.

I'm still in love with her.

That's... That's crazy, right?

I know the feeling. You do?

Damn. Why do the trouble-makers
always got to be so sexy?

I don't know... It was the
Italian accent that doomed me.

Ooh, yeah, I love me an accent.

Where you meet him at?

I mean, in town or... Wait.

Better yet, he got a sister?

We met in Milan.

Mm.

I fell hard... Followed
him back to L.A.

And look where it got me.

They offered me a deal
to turn on my girl.

But I just couldn't do it.

She's just gonna let you take
the fall? I don't know because

I'm trying to get ahold of
her, but... Break it up.

We... We just talking.

I don't care, inmate. Come on.

What... Okay!

What the hell is wrong
with you, Carter?

I was just starting
to connect with her.

I've been made.

I arrested one of the
inmates three years ago.

How did we not
know she'd be here?

We rushed the op.

There was no time to
background everybody.

And she's threatened to talk.
So I'm pulling the plug.

No, you're not. Excuse me?

Zora's a tough nut, but
she's starting to crack.

She's telling me stuff
about The Reaper.

That, um, he's Italian,

they met in Milan,
she's in love with him.

I am so close.

Don't fool yourself.

Ops like this normally
take weeks to form a bond.

And I know you're
the queen of charm,

but if you push too far, too
fast, she'll see through it.

Carter, I don't need
her life story, okay?

I just need enough clues

to help us figure out
this guy's identity.

Hold your nerve.

I got this.

Okay. But you got
to work fast now.

Our cover could blow
up at any minute.

I didn't even do nothing!

So your real name
is Brendon Butkus?

I know, right?

There he comes.

See you, guys. Brace yourself.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, kiddo! Man, you're
looking sharp, as always.

Oh. Thanks. A hug. Yeah.

Yeah. Alright.

Miles Butkus. Oh. Hi.

I'm his old man. Yeah.

And you must be his partner.

Uh, training agent.
Laura Stensen.

Well, I'm mortified that
we're meeting like this.

I just got into a pinch, and
I know how busy Brendon is.

You know, he's got an important
job, doing important things.

So you figured you'd just
break into my storage locker

and grab some "Vampire
Cop" swag to sell?

Well, you weren't using them.

Why do you need the money?

I didn't want to
tell you like this.

I'm sick.

Lymphoma.

Doc says it's
pretty bad. Right.

The chemo is very expensive,
so I just needed to pay for it.

Mm-hmm.

I know. It was stupid.

Sir, I'm so sorry to hear
about your health challenges,

but, you know, breaking and
entering is a serious crime.

Mm. Brendon and I have
always shared everything.

I promise I had no ill intent.

Could we just...

Yeah.

What's up? Hey.

Would you like me
to void this arrest?

If you could.
I-I'm really sorry.

I think this is all just
a big misunderstanding.

He should've been on
the rental agreement.

And, again, I'm...
I'm really sorry

for putting you
through all this.

Is... Is that okay? Mm-hmm.

Yeah? Okay, great.

Okay. Thank you.

Alright, where am I taking you?

Oh, no. You know, I hate to
be, uh, cold-hearted here,

but our case can't
wait for a carpool.

Oh, I can take him home.

Oh. I owe you.

Thank you so much. Appreciate
it. No, no, you don't owe me.

Uh, actually, I wouldn't be mad

if you signed a
"Vampire Cop" T-shirt.

For my roommate.

Oh. Sure.

Where would you
like me to sign it?

Okay, so, really big
across the chest,

but just don't get any
of it on your face.

Ah.

Hi. Sorry about
that out there.

That guard has just been riding
me ever since I got here.

I was able to sweet-talk him
into some extra dessert, though.

Don't get too excited.

The food here is a hate crime.

No doubt... Although
you're used to

being all fancy in
Italy and everything.

Actually, there's some
great restaurants in L.A.

You got one you love, though,
o-on the romantic side?

In case I get my life
straightened out.

My boyfriend took me to a
great place downtown last week.

Talk to me.

Six-course tasting menu,

up on a rooftop overlooking
Walt Disney Concert Hall.

It was magic.

And cheap as hell, right?

Definitely.

Good looking out.

You know your dad is lying
about the cancer thing.

Yeah. I do.

It's... It's how
he's always been.

You know, outlandish stories

to get money,
sympathy, leverage.

It's his superpower.

Wow. There's a lot
to unpack there.

Don't analyze
me, okay? Please.

I... It's just this dance we do.

My...

My mom ran out on
me when I was a kid.

He stayed. He's... He's
the only parent I've got.

I hear you, but I j...

Oh.

Yep. We're almost back, sir.

Well, the GPS data from
The Reaper's rental car

shows one stop before
picking up his new rifle.

A Bitcoin ATM in West Hollywood.

To get cash for the rifle.

You any good at de-anonymizing
crypto-currency?

I was the best in
my Academy class.

It's all a matter of
whether we can get access

to the digital wallet
The Reaper used

to withdraw cash from the ATM.

Then I can decrypt
the wallet of origin

by searching the
blockchain... Yada yada yada,

we find out who paid The
Reaper to do the hit.

So can you handle it, FOA,

or do I need to get an
egghead from the Cyber Squad?

Give me a shot, boss.
I won't let you down.

So get your ass back
here... Lights and sirens.

Yes, sir.

Bathroom. You're up.

Hey. We need to talk.

Later.

This can't wait.

And I'm feeling real talkative.

Know what I'm saying?

Stay right here.

I told you I'm working on it.

Not good enough.

Now, I saw you working your
little "case" with that newbie.

You better help me out here,

or I'm dry snitching
both of you out.

Threatening me is not
gonna help your situation.

Then what is?

My daughter is pissed at
me... Because I'm me...

And won't take my calls.

Look, I hear you, and I'm
moving as fast as I can.

But I will help you, okay?

You have my word.

What the
hell are you doing?

- That's mine.
- I'm sorry.

I'm all twisted
up about my girl.

And I wanted to talk to her,
and I saw you had a line out.

Stay the hell away
from my stuff.

And you better not say anything.

Ah!
Trouble in paradise?

Just a little
misunderstanding, ladies.

Stay away from me.

But... Walk!

Ooh!

I was able to isolate
The Reaper's crypto wallet

from an ATM transaction.

He received a down payment
last week for $100,000

from a man named Mikhail Bugrov.

Well, he's been on the
FBI's radar for a few years.

Son of a Russian oligarch.

He's been busy building
his own empire...

Sports team, social media
companies, high-end real estate.

Word is he uses whatever shady
tactic he needs to get his way.

So there's a long list of people

he could conceivably
want killed.

Alright. Well,
we're gonna need

to narrow that list
down, and quick.

If Simone and Carter can't
get us a path to The Reaper,

then the next best
thing is to figure out

who The Reaper is after.

And this Bugrov guy
is our best chance.

Yeah, but how?

Like, he's not gonna
cooperate with us.

Let's see if we can
rattle his cage.

Get him to slip up.

Do your profiler thing,
see what you can find out.

My "profiler thing?"

Matt... It doesn't
really work like that.

I understand that, Laura.

But there is a sniper
loose in the city.

It's all we've got.

Good luck. Mm-hmm.

Hello in there.

I'm bored.

But I look amazing.

Thank you for coming
in, Mr. Bugrov.

Oh. This is my
first time at FBI.

Sleek building. How
much you pay for this?

Instead of real estate prices,
why don't we talk about

a crypto payment we tracked
from your virtual wallet

into the account of
a prolific assassin?

What exactly are you
accusing my client of?

I believe the word "assassin"
answers that question...

Try to keep up.

Now, there are a few
obvious targets...

Like your brother... Vladlen...

Who you've been feuding
with for a few years.

- We're leaving.
- No, this is enlightening.

Tell me more.

Okay. Well, if
not your brother,

then how about your
former business partner...

Josh Fischer?

He's suing you, right?

And then there's the
nasty custody battle

with your ex-wife, Daria.

No, don't forget Malcolm Abbott.

He reupholstered the
seats on my G700...

Did a shockingly bad job.

The man deserves to suffer.

Okay, you can joke all you
want, but we are in this now.

And the smartest thing that
you could do in the short-term

is to call this thing off.

And in the long-term?

Give us The Reaper.

Or we will tear your life
apart looking for him.

That's
it, we're leaving.

You know, you might look pretty

if you didn't dress like a boy.

And you might be handsome if
you didn't have your face.

He sees this as a game.

People are just
pawns to play with.

He wasn't fazed by
any of our questions,

but narcissistic
sociopaths rarely are.

So we're no closer to knowing

who he put the hit
out on and why.

Okay. We're gonna
need to get a warrant

for all of Bugrov's
communications.

No judge is gonna sign
off on a blanket warrant.

But it doesn't hurt to try.

It's Carter.

Tell me you got something
off of Zora's phone.

She caught me.

It's my fault,
I got distracted.

One of the inmates
knows I'm a Fed.

I've been doing my best to keep
her quiet, but it's been a thing.

I'm not gonna get anything
else out of Zora now.

Okay. I'll call the Warden
and get you two out of there.

Carter, confiscate Zora's phone

and bring it back for
the techs to analyze.

Uh, before you go, Simone,
maybe you can help us

with something off of what
you've gleaned from Zora.

I'm building a profile
for The Reaper.

Now, he's an
international assassin

who's been
undetectable for years,

then a few months ago, he
starts making mistakes.

Gets sloppy. Want to know why?

The easy answer is it
started after he met Zora.

Maybe he fell in love with her
and it threw him off his game.

That's what I said,
he's... No. I don't know.

I mean, Zora is not a complete
innocent in all of this.

She was arrested in a house

with a sniper rifle
and stacks of money.

She had to know
who she was dating.

What is it?

Okay, I first thought
that Zora was lovestruck

and in over her head.

But now I don't know.

This girl got a burner
phone up in County Jail

with no discretionary.

Nothing to even trade for it.

She must've jacked it
off another inmate.

Right? But we are talking about
Miss Bookworm with the glasses.

Come on. Something's up.

Neither Zora nor The Reaper
are fitting their profiles.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,

his shoes... What?

Snipers spend countless
hours lying in wait,

mostly on their stomachs.

They wear down the tops of
all their shoes. Really?

Brendon, you might
have been in a movie,

but I was in the Marines.

- Oh.
- Look at those.

Yeah. They're pristine.

No wear pattern.

What about Zora's?

Tops of the shoes are worn down.

Zora's The Reaper.

We're almost there.

Oh!

Aah! Deputy: Hey!

Deputies down,
infirmary hallway.

Code-7, lockdown.

Let's go.

Zora's accomplice picked
her up outside the jail

in this unmarked van.
I put out a BOLO.

Yeah. Kinda looks like
the guy we chased down,

thinking he was The Reaper.

That's her boyfriend.

Okay, I'm good at knowing
when someone is BS'ing me.

And everything Zora told
me about her man is true.

Including the fact that it's
his fault that she was in jail.

Because he makes
mistakes. Trips her up.

She knows he's bad for business,
but she can't give him up.

She loves him too much.

Oh!

She told me about a restaurant
he took her to last week.

She give you a name? No.

But she said it had a
six-course tasting menu

with a rooftop view of the
Walt Disney Concert Hall.

That's Futamono's. Best
tuna cigar in town.

I'm sorry, tuna what now?

Well,
it's worth a shot.

Let's scrub surveillance
footage from last week.

Get some coffee, people.

It's gonna be a long night.

Hey, Daddy.

Ooh, hey. There you are.

I was worried.

I'm sorry. I've been tied up.

Is there a problem?

Yep, with your lady.

Look, I went to Dina's
showcase last night, with Ruth.

And your girlfriend was all
cozy with another woman.

Turns out, it's her ex-fiancée.

Wh... Hold up, Dina was engaged?

Until last month,
according to Ruth.

I
got to go, Daddy.

Here you are.

Oh. Thank you.

Um...

Did your dad make it home okay?

No news is good news with him.

Y... You know,
Brendon, I-I know you

asked me not to analyze you.

But I-I just can't help it.

Miles casts a huge
shadow over your life.

And I know he was there for you,

and that does mean something.

But I-I see the dynamic.

You're the parent
to your parent.

It shouldn't be that way.

He gave up everything for
me to be an actor. I...

Did he?

Or maybe he didn't have
anything to begin with.

Maybe he put all of his
dreams for himself into you.

And that is an unfair
burden for you to carry.

What am I supposed to do?

He's my dad.

I can't just cut him off.

You can talk to him.

Have an honest conversation.

Because placating him,
accepting his lies...

that does nothing for you.

Thank you for coming in.

So, you saw my mother in jail?

How's she doing?

Jazmine's fine.

She wants out, though.

Look, me and my mom
haven't been talking.

And I hate that she's locked
up, but with her bail that high,

I'd have to put my house up
as collateral to get her out.

I mean, how'd she even
land back in jail, anyways?

She popped off on a customer

when he messed with
one of the girls.

See? She's a wild card.

You know she's protective
of all her employees.

Don't act like she's a saint.

I know she's not.

But she is your mother,
who raised you on her own.

And she must've
done something right

because you got a good head
on your shoulders, a house...

That I worked my ass off for.

I mean, come on, if
Mama messes up...

Misses a court
date or whatever...

I'm out on the street.

Look, I brought you down here
because I made some calls,

and I got the bail
reduced to five thousand.

Why would you do that for her?

Because what's happening
to her is not right.

Her bail should have been
five K in the first place.

She might have
made some mistakes,

but she doesn't deserve to
lose everything over this.

No one does.

So, will you bail her out?

Yes.

Great.

Thanks. Of course.

Let me show you out.

Jazmine didn't have any
leverage on you anymore.

Most people would have
told her to go to hell.

I made her a promise.

What's the point of the badge
if you can't do a little good?

Well, you're a better
man than I, Carter.

Yeah. I am.

D, we need to talk.

My dad told me about
your showcase last night.

Mm-hmm.

How's that ex-fiancée of yours?

Oh, man.

Cutty spying on me now?

No. Looking out
for his baby girl.

Now, I'm not mad... Really?

'Cause you're sounding
a little hot right now.

Why am I learning
about an ex-fiancée

from my dad and not you?

I wanted to introduce
you all at my show,

but you canceled on me
at the last minute...

Like you always do.

You wanted to
introduce us? For real?

Yes.

Damn, girl, I really like you.

I'm trying to invite
you into my life.

I want this to be more.

Look, you have every
right to ask for that.

It's just, I am finally
living my dream.

And I... And I've seen
the toll that this job

and the hours take on agents,

their partners, their families.

And I understand if
you're not down for that.

So this is the end of the road.

Is that what you want?

No.

But relationships
are about timing.

And I guess this
just isn't ours.

Hey. We found them.

Surveillance photos
from Futamono's.

We got a clear photo of
Zora's boyfriend/accomplice.

Alexander Perry.

He was caught on
traffic-cam footage

going east on Olympic
toward downtown.

He could be heading to where
Zora is planning her hit.

- Damn.
- Yeah.

Suit up, guys. Move out.

Let's do it.

Five minutes until
the target arrives.

Hey! FBI! Carter: Freeze!

You're under arrest!
You're under arrest!

Turn around.

Talk to me...

We got him in custody, but
there's no sign of Zora.

Okay, well, listen to this.

The warrant came through,

and we just received
Mikhail Bugrov's emails.

Bugrov has been pissed about
not being able to acquire

a huge tract of land
from the South Bay,

because one guy on the land
trust is blocking the deal.

His name is James Knox.

Where's Knox now?

He's leaving a board
meeting at 9309 Elm.

That's only a few
blocks from here.

We got in touch with
him. He's in a secure room.

And LAPD is moving
in to protect him.

So we need to get to Zora
before she figures out

that her target isn't showing
up and decides to take off.

Sir, I should go down there.

No, no, no, no. You
are here for a reason.

You're the only
one who knows Zora.

I need you here at
thirty thousand feet

helping me game plan, okay?

9309 Elm is a half a
mile north of here.

If you calculate
windage and terrain...

There.

That building right there.

Zora'd have a perfect shot

from one of those high
floors or the roof.

Right there.
- Let's move.

I got him.

Carter? Yeah?

Does Alexander have a burner?

I might have an idea
on how to stall her.

What is it, Alexander?

Actually, it's your
jailhouse bestie, Cheryl.

AKA Simone Clark, FBI.

You know,
I almost liked you.

Sorry for the charade.

But you're an internationally
wanted hit woman,

so neither of us
was being honest.

You weren't lying about
one thing, though.

Alexander. He is cute, girl.

And I know you love him.

So you won't leave him
behind to take the fall.

You overestimate my
affection for tesoro.

For anyone.

Carter, talk to me.

We are never gonna find her

if we have to search
floor by floor.

She's too good a shooter
to be set up in the window.

She'll be back in a perch.

She's not gonna want to
shoot through the glass,

so look for a broken
window, or up on the roof.

Ninth floor.
Second window down.

North-facing side
of the building.

Alright. Copy.
We're on our way.

Face it, girl... We got you.

No, you don't.

Yes, we do. We
know who you are.

We know who your man is.

And we know who hired
the hit on James Knox.

Who's James Knox?

Knox is not the target.

You need to get there fast.

Copy.

We got the payments from
Bugrov's account to yours.

Oh, sweetie, nice try.

Bugrov isn't the mastermind
behind this operation.

He's the target.

Bugrov must have been going to
the same meeting that Knox was.

Keep her talking. Zora.

You don't want to do this.

I know real love when I see it.

And, girl, you got it bad.

Takes one to know one.

How's your girlfriend?

We broke up.

Sucks to be you.

No, not at all.

But I'll still do you a solid.

Turn over your client list

and help us take down the
people who ordered the hits

and your man won't have
to serve jail time.

We'll even offer you a deal
to extradite you to Italy

so you can serve
your time near him.

Bravo. You are good.

You almost had me convinced
there for a second.

It was fun talking to you,
but I have a job to do

and a big wide world
to disappear into.

Tell Alexander we'll
always have Parco Sempione.

Hey.

Ha!

Ugh!

Come here. Hey.

We got her in custody.

Turns out it was Daria,
the estranged ex-wife,

who paid The Reaper to
turn Bugrov into pink mist.

And she used his crypto
account to pay for it?

- Yes.
- Damn, that is cold.

You know, not gonna lie,

I was tempted to let
Zora take the shot.

Well, you did the right thing.

Agents have her in custody.

Now Zora's on her way
back to County Jail,

under strict
isolation this time.

No more breakouts
for The Reaper.

Ah. Hmm. It's a
helluva job, guys.

I'd say this calls for a drink.

I will not say no to that. Mm.

Laura?

Uh, who are they?

Uh, excuse me, I got
to deal with... this.

We're gonna go check and see
what that's about, right?

Most definitely.

I'm free!

Yeah. And it's all
because of you.

My hero.

Mom, please...

Uh... Oh, there it
is.

No. I-I just made a call.

It was your daughter
that came through.

That's my baby girl.

You kept my cover.

So I kept my word.

And in my life, that is rare.

So I brought something
to say thank you.

I tried to talk her out of it.

VIP passes to my strip club,

drinks on me, bring
all your friends.

Couldn't possibly accept...

Oh, no. Yes, you
can. We will take it.

What? Strip clubs
are a fascinating bit

of social anthropology.

You said we could get a drink.

You looking tasty
in that suit, G-man.

Mom!

Okay. Thank you so much.

Don't you miss it?

The acting, the
adulation, the money.

Acting
was your dream.

This is mine.

You begged me to get
you into the industry.

And you loved it.

No, can we just stop, please?

Just stop with all the
lying and the manipulation,

the breaking and entering,
the... the fake illnesses.

It's just... It's got to stop.

But I really am sick.

No, you're not.

You're... pathological.

We... We can't keep
going on like this.

Like what? I gave
up my career.

I gave up everything
to support you.

And this is how you thank me?

You... You didn't give
up anything, okay?

You didn't give up anything.
You never latched onto anything

of your own in the first place.

Okay, I guess I'm a monster.

Oh, stop playing the victim.

You still have time to
find your own thing.

And you're gonna have to.

I'm cutting you off.

Until you get your
stuff together. What?

This, this right here...
This is my dream.

And I'm not gonna let
you mess it up for me.

Even if it means not
having you in my life.

I'm so sorry I've made
you feel like that.

You're very stressed.

You're obviously exhausted.

I'm not mad. It's
okay. It's okay.

Okay. Get some rest...

Mm-hmm. And I'll
call you next week.

Yeah, okay. You didn't hear
a word I just said, did you?

- I'm very proud of you, son.
- Yeah, okay.

Special Agent Stensen.

Good to see you again. Mm.

And I love your outfit.

Thank you, Mr. Butkus.

You have the talk?

Yeah.

Think things are gonna change?

No.

Not yet.

But thank you for the
advice. I appreciate it.

Well, you can also thank me
for tonight's entertainment.

Hmm? Let's go.

You deserve to blow
off some steam.

Mm-hmm. Ah-ha-ha-ha.

Mm.

Daddy, listen, I'm not
supposed to tell you this.

But I was in jail.

For an assignment.

The Feds locked you up?

Just for a day.
But it was crazy.

I-I don't know how you kept
your spirits up for eight years,

knowing you were innocent.

And even if you weren't,

to be locked up in
a cage like that?

How did you stay sane?

Fighting to get home.

To you, to your mother.

It gave me life.

We lost so much time.

No. You only lose what
you can't let go of.

That's in the past.

It's over.

Hmm?

Mm.

You expecting Miss Ruth?

No.

Hey. What's going on, B?

Come in. Come on.
- Hi.

Sorry, you weren't
answering your phone.

Yeah.

So, what you doing tonight?

I got some VIP passes.

Strip club.

Normally, I would
be about that life.

But tonight, I'm wiped.

Jail do a number on you?

Dina and I broke up.

Oh, no.

Oh, man, I'm so sorry.

You... You want to
talk about it or...

Brendon. Yeah?

Have some pie.

Oh! Homemade.

Thank you, Cutty.

You a fan of sweet potato?

I most certainly am.

Wait, you will be stuck here.

Mmm. That is what we
call a Cutty creation.

It's like crack.

But slightly more addictive.

Give me that. No.

You need to go on
and go to the club.

No. This is exactly
where I want to be.

Everything okay?

It is now.

Brendon... Mm-hmm?

We have a saying
in this household.

Ain't nothing in the world
that can't be fixed...

With a little bit of
love and a whole lot of pie.

I'll eat to that.

Hey.

Mm-mmm. Let me see
what this is all about.

Ah!

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