The Rookie: Feds (2022) s01e02 Episode Script

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Yeah, hey ♪
Always been different ♪
Than all the strokes ♪
I knew from the beginning, I suppose ♪
This be the greatest story ever told ♪
No, me no have no time to waste time ♪
Your 99 problems ain't mine ♪
Right now I'm tipping on a thin line ♪
All up outta line if you cross mine ♪
And I'm in the mood, yeah, ♪
A new attitude ♪
Let's go this way.
Yeah, 'bout to blow like a fuse ♪
And I'm coming for you ♪
You, you know I be putting ♪
That work in ♪
- You okay? You hit?
- No, no, no. I'm fine.
What's wrong?
Dylan Santiago wants me
to star in his next film.
The table read's tomorrow night.
You can't be focused on that right now.
We're in the middle of an arrest!
- Come on.
- 'Cause I get it going ♪
I get it going, I get it popping ♪
I get it started, ♪
You know what it is ♪
This is the moment, ♪
Act like I own it ♪
High as a rocket, I get it going ♪
I get it going, I get it jumping ♪
FBI! Drop your guns!
On the ground!
Hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back.
'Cause I get it going ♪
Next time, you're wearing
the wedding dress.
This shizzle is not tactical.
Come on.
Good morning, Daddy.
Ooh, is that your special bacon?
Topped with cayenne
and a touch of brown sugar.
Like you.
Sweet with a little bit of heat
Yeah, that's me.
Ooh, Daddy, too much double stuff?
Is that a trick question?
You right.
Own it. Born this way.
100%.
But you might want to button
one more button.
And I might not.
Daddy, um, the Bureau hasn't
issued me a vehicle yet.
So I need to borrow your Cadillac.
You must be tripping. You know
nobody drives my baby but me.
Please? With With cayenne
and brown sugar on top?
Ooh, yeah, yeah ♪
I'm in the sky ♪
Never thought ♪
That I would get this high ♪
You better stay the hell away from here!
FBI. What's going on?
He's been selling Adderall
and Vicodin to my grandson.
Not on my watch.
The sky ain't coming down ♪
Really 'bout it, I ain't ♪
Giving y'all the runaround ♪
Hit the spot, make it hot, ♪
Then we shut it down ♪
Boy, stop running!
We onto something now, whoo ♪
Couldn't touch this ♪
With a 10-foot pole ♪
Smelling what I'm cooking ♪
'Cause I'm cooking from the soul ♪
Now the feeling took hold on 'em ♪
My dad gonna kill me.
If you want it, I can get it ♪
For ya, no problem ♪
Mine too. Look what you did to Precious.
I'm not going to betray my boss, Tracy.
We got another big win yesterday.
- The unit's working.
- And it'll work better
after you help me clip Garza's wings
and bring his unit under
my command, where it belongs.
Tracy, don't do this to me.
I hear your wife's looking
for a move back to New Orleans.
I could get you the A-SAC
position down there,
probably save your marriage.
If I sell out my boss.
All I need is proof
he's breaking protocols.
Find me a snowball,
I'll turn it into an avalanche,
and you'll land your dream gig.
And if I say no?
Your promotion becomes a demotion,
and you end up pushing papers
in Nowhere, North Dakota.
So who are you going to choose?
Me and happily ever after,
or Garza and sad face emoji?
Hey. You look cute.
Ooh, do you know anyone in motor pool
who could fix a dent in a Cadillac?
Sure, yeah. I can hook you up.
Are they good? 'Cause I need it
to look factory fresh.
Ooh. Not your car, huh?
My dad's.
Been there. I'll make sure
it looks good as new.
Alright, thank you. I owe you.
Oh, I know.
What's wrong?
I think I just sold
a piece of my soul to Elena.
What happened with your agent?
Did you tell them you couldn't
do the table read thing?
- No, not yet.
- Why?
Acting in a Santiago film is
It's like a dream for me.
Right? And this is hard.
I-I feel like I just traded in
being an actor playing a vampire
for one playing a Fed,
with a lot less money.
You're spinning out.
Right? So, think about this.
We just got here,
and we already helped close
two high-profile cases.
I mean, I get having doubts.
It's natural.
But you gotta commit,
even if you don't feel it yet.
Look, my mama used to say two things,
and one of them was
"Fake it till you make it."
What was the other one?
"Beauty is painful."
Well, you look so good,
it's hurting me, baby.
There it is!
That's what I'm talking about.
Look, B, take a big swing today.
Get some skin in the game.
Own this job.
Good morning, trainees. Briefing time.
- Uh, I'll meet you in there.
- Okay.
Are you crazy?
You have a heart condition.
Hey, hey, you're supposed
to keep that on the low.
You do know I'm your boss, right?
Three second rule.
Get Okay. See, now,
that's that's just mean.
I'm trying to save your life.
And I'm not gonna keep
your little secret
unless you start eating better.
Fine. Now get to work.
- What are you doing?
- Uh, me? Nothing. Nothing.
It's just, uh
These are your coloring books,
officially known as a
Probationary New Agent Handbook.
All the mandatory tasks
rookies must complete
during their probation.
If you can't complete all tasks
within the probationary period,
good luck in your next career.
Alright. Analyze evidence.
Participate in surveillance.
Make seven arrests.
Okay, what's the first task?
- There's no particular order.
- Which one's the hardest?
Big swing, remember?
Cooperating Witness Development
and Operation
is no easy feat.
Getting ourselves a snitch.
No. No, no, no.
Human intelligence source.
Now, there are three reasons
a person agrees to be an informant.
One, they need to get themselves
out of trouble.
Two, they want revenge.
And three, love of country.
Piece of cake. I'm in.
- Me too.
- Slow down.
Working informants requires
gathering human Intel.
And homo sapiens
are notoriously unreliable.
It's too risky
this early in your training.
And if you fail, we'll get dinged.
Or you get rewarded when we
succeed, which is what we do.
Ha! Talk your talk, B.
Alright. Well, C.I.s it is.
Alright, well, I already
have someone in mind,
so I'll drive.
Ha! That's my boy.
Heard you busted
a pill dealer this morning.
You heard right.
Making arrests
before I even get to work.
- Really impressed with yourself.
- Mm-hmm.
Do you think you can get him
to inform on his pill supplier?
Easy. I can charm anyone.
You don't flip informants with charm.
You lay out the facts
of the case against them,
and you lean into the prison
time they're facing
if they don't cooperate.
Emotional appeal plus being this cute
Will beat facts every time.
20 bucks says you can't do it.
Is betting an approved
FBI training technique?
Are you too scared to bet on yourself?
Hell no.
Game on.
I put your guy in interrogation.
Well, did he make any statements?
No, but sometimes my aura
intimidates people into silence.
See? It's a curse.
He's all yours.
Rules. You can't offer him a deal.
You must convince him to become
an informant for a federal crime
using only your so-called charms.
You got something to write with?
You gonna want to take notes.
Class is in session.
Hey.
Aw, Anton.
Come on. Don't be like that.
You hit me with your car.
It barely put a scratch on you.
Probably 'cause
you got all these muscles.
I got a little daily workout regimen.
I bet you're getting so much exercise
working your maintenance job
over there at Angelvale
Medical Building.
Oh, you know it.
Is that where you get your pills from?
You got the hook up?
Yeah, I just snag them
from the pharmacy, you know?
Mm-hmm.
Some informant you got here.
He just snitched on himself
for a crime that's not federal.
You lose.
Hey, bro, you see I'm vibing
with the lady, right?
Yeah, bro. We vibing.
He a hater.
Look, and had the nerve
to say on the way over here
that you wasn't deep enough in the game
to know about any other major crimes.
Please, I know about all types
of criminal activity.
In fact, there's some shady
stuff going down at my job.
Shady like what?
So, check this out.
All the floors are being rented out
- by different medical offices.
- Mm-hmm.
Except the first. It's vacant.
But I saw equipment being delivered.
Folks coming in and out
at all hours of the day.
What are you suggesting? Some
kind of illegal medical practice
or insurance fraud?
Or it could be experiments on aliens.
- Feel me?
- Well, okay.
But we investigate all federal crimes.
Th-The ones about aliens,
that's a different unit.
Anton, would you be willing
to scope it out for us?
- Wear a wire?
- Please?
Sure, but she gotta put it on me.
Alright, Hollywood.
Who is this possible informant of yours?
His name is Joshua Mackey.
He's a bellhop at the Seabury Hotel.
And you wouldn't believe
what kind of stuff
transpires behind hotel room doors.
Endangered animal trade,
illegal gambling.
Seabury isn't that where
the cast of "Vampire Cop"
used to party?
How do you know that?
- Well
- Maybe did a little research?
Maybe worked up a little profile?
Well, I can't train someone
if I don't know who they are.
Alright.
Hit me. What's your profile?
Well, as an actor, you played
hyper-masculine hero roles,
which suggests
you're drawn subconsciously
to characters who embody traits
you're probably lacking.
- Wow.
- Don't take it personally.
I-I-I don't.
The "wow" is just to indicate
how wrong your profile is.
Just so you know, most actors,
we don't get to choose our roles.
The first job I got, I was cast
as a hunky guy with dimples.
After that, I got typecast.
But nice try, though.
Profiling is part science, part art.
And I'm just beginning
to paint your picture.
Tío, what do you want for lunch?
I'll take a double bacon chee Salad.
Get me a kale and beet salad.
Is this a joke?
The only vegetable I've ever
seen you eat is ketchup.
Just bring me the damn salad.
Okay.
Hey, uh, Simone's C.I.
might've led us to something.
Not sure it's going to be
special unit worthy yet,
but we are putting a wire on a guy.
Have Laura and Brendon back you up.
You make sure you give LAPD
a courtesy heads-up.
Great. I'll put a case number on it.
No. Not yet. Only if
it leads to an arrest.
We're under the looking glass
right now, Carter.
I only want wins.
It's proper procedure
to generate case numbers
on active operations.
Matt, if the SAC finds out
She won't. Trust me. She won't.
J.J.!
B-man the G-man!
- What's up?
- Hey, what's up?
- You good?
- I'm great.
So, tell me something.
How much illegal stuff
do you see here?
- Mucho.
- Mucho? And how much
would you like to help me catch
some big-time criminals?
Also mucho.
Great. We are interested
in you keeping us informed
of any crimes you see that might
be of interest to the FBI.
Help us keep this great nation safe.
Do it for America.
I'm Canadian.
Yeah, then do it for the cash.
Now you're talking.
- Good to see you, okay? And
- Okay. We are leaving now.
Simone and Carter
need our help with a sting.
Okay, I'll give you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll call you.
- Talk to you soon, bro.
- See you, man.
There.
Now we'll be able to see and
hear everything you're doing.
This is some crazy spy stuff.
Remember, the owner might be
in on it, so watch yourself.
We just need you to get in there,
walk around so we can see what's what.
If you see anything or anyone
that seems dangerous,
walk away. It's okay.
Nah, nah, I-I can't do this.
Wait, wait, wait. Anton.
We're homies, remember?
Our vibing is over. I'm out.
Anton, if you bail, you go
to prison for the next decade.
But if you get us some Intel,
you get to go home.
- Okay.
- Smart man.
See, it's always best
to deal with the facts.
Next round's a tie breaker.
Carter said LAPD will meet us here.
Sergeant Bradford?
I'm Special Agent Laura Stensen.
This is my probie, Agent Acres.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
This is Officer Chen.
Want to walk me through your op?
"Probie." I hate that word.
Yeah. LAPD trainees are called "Boots."
You know, anything
to put us in our place.
- So you're not a
- A rookie?
Uh, no, not anymore.
But, you know, the scars run deep.
I'm Lucy.
Oh. Nice to meet you.
- I'm, uh
- Brendon.
Yeah, no, I know.
I binged every season of "Vampire Cop"
while I was reeling from a bad breakup.
- "Crime sucks."
- Yep.
Yep. So did my ex.
Oh, God. Would Would you
take a selfie with me?
Absolutely. Yeah.
- Really?
- Sure.
- Oh.
- Long as you send me a copy.
Okay.
Oh, there you go.
- I'm so embarrassed.
- So embarrassed.
Friendly is on-site,
about to enter the building.
I'm slowly walking inside now.
It's quiet, y'all. And dark as hell.
Why is he narrating?
Help you?
Yeah, I got a report for a water leak.
Who were you just talking to?
No one, man.
No leak here.
It's my job, man. See, it's my job
I said take a walk.
Anton, get outta there.
I gotta get in there. I gotta fix
Our friendly is compromised.
Commence extraction.
Police! Back up.
- You okay?
- They knocked some teeth loose.
- I'll call an ambulance.
- Can we leave them here?
Yeah.
FBI.
This is a sterilized O.R. Get out.
Y'all are doing off-the-books
plastic surgery in here, huh?
- This is your patient?
- That's Victor Quincannon.
He's number nine
on the FBI's Most Wanted.
We caught one of the world's
most wanted criminals
because of my C.I.?
Victor Quincannon.
This is a huge arrest for us.
He runs one of the most violent
weapons-dealing operations
in the world.
Last reported sighting was
in Luxembourg four years ago.
The Bureau, Interpol, MI6,
everyone with a badge has been
on the hunt for this guy.
Facing that kind of heat, it makes sense
that he would go under the knife
to change his appearance.
Has he woke up from the anesthetic?
Not yet. He was transferred
to Shaw Memorial.
But LAPD has him secured.
Statements from the surgical team?
All lawyered up.
But given who their patient is,
that's no surprise.
Nice work, Simone.
Thank you, sir.
How's your C.I. doing?
He's a little shaken up,
but he'll be fine.
He'll be more than fine
once he gets that reward money
for finding Quincannon.
Except the guy you found
isn't Quincannon.
Your suspect's prints
belong to a Walter Krebs,
L.A. local and former postal worker.
No record of criminal history.
The hell's a mailman doing
at a black market
plastic surgery center?
I've heard about super fans
going under the knife
to look like their favorite celebs,
but why would somebody want
to Stan for a wanted fugitive?
- Makes no sense.
- Someone getting paid to do it.
It's not a crazy idea
that a guy like Quincannon
would want a body double.
Carter, Simone, I want you there
when this guy wakes up.
If Laura's right,
he may just have a lead
on the real Quincannon's whereabouts.
Hey, it's Josh at the Seabury.
He said he's got something juicy for us.
Well, it's going to be tough
to beat Simone's catch.
Why you gotta harsh my mellow?
I don't know what that means.
I'm gonna go eat my bacon
cheeseburger with onion rings.
Your kale and beet salad
is on your desk.
Unless you want to trade?
Trade? No way. Beets are the new beef.
- That's him.
- That's who?
That's Congressman Burton.
Yup. My man comes here often.
Checks in under different names,
different women every time.
Now, I'm no FBI agent, but
I know a John when I see one.
Okay. Thank you. We've got it from here.
Get it.
Ooh. That's That's big, right?
No, not really.
Prostitution's a crime,
but it's not federal business.
Until someone tries
to blackmail the congressman,
- and that's public corruption.
- Oh.
That is a federal crime.
And who investigates that? Us.
Even with your tortured logic, I mean,
it would take more than
an intimate conversation
to prove soliciting a sex worker.
You got it, girl ♪
Proof like money exchange?
- Garza.
- Hi. Uh, Brendon's C.I.
got us onto something delicate,
a congressman and a sex worker.
No, no, no, no, no.
This unit cannot afford
a political minefield right now.
You document what you saw
and you pass it on
to the Public Integrity Unit.
- You got it?
- Understood.
Moving off assumptions ♪
Please don't act ♪
Just like you know me ♪
Miss. Excuse me, miss.
Hi.
Agent Acres, FBI.
I'm very sympathetic
to the challenges of a woman
in your position,
but sex work is a crime.
I'm sorry, sex work?
Yeah. We saw you with the congressman.
But the good news is, if you agree to
The congressman is my husband.
But we got information
that the congressman meets
many women here at the hotel.
And those women are all me.
Not that it's any of your business,
but we role play.
And the envelope that he gave you?
We're seeing "Lucia Di Lammermoor"
at the Dorothy Chandler tonight.
So, if there's anything else, Agent
Acres, is it?
We might have a
bit of a problem.
How the hell did you get
mixed up in all of this?
I went through a vicious divorce,
and I wanted to start dating again.
So I posted some thirst-trap
photos on Cliptalk.
And, uh, out of the blue,
I get DM'd by this anonymous account
talking about a "opportunity."
What kind of opportunity?
The kind that pays a million bucks
to be a body double for a prominent man.
Anyway, if If I wanted the part,
I had to get these surgeries
to make my face identical to his.
And that was appealing to you?
Yeah. My life sucks.
I'm broke. I'm in debt.
I've got no prospects.
Then $250,000 gets wired
directly into my bank account.
And you have no idea
who this prominent man was?
No, and to be honest with you,
for that kind of money,
I didn't care.
They said I was gonna be
living in a mansion.
I was gonna be
taking meetings as the guy.
I was gonna be driving
his luxury cars. Sold.
The man's name is Victor Quincannon.
He's a violent criminal
on the FBI's Most Wanted List.
Oh, that's not good.
No kidding. Did you ever meet with him?
Uh, no. I was supposed
to report for training
after my six surgeries,
you know, to learn
his mannerisms and stuff.
You got an address?
No, I still have three more surgeries.
Uh, probably not gonna
get those now, huh?
Unh-unh.
Agent Acres!
Do you know what's worse
than getting a call
from a furious congressman?
Getting a call from his wife.
You know, I didn't get divorced
three times
only to have another man's wife
rip me a new one!
Matt.
I specifically said not to engage.
Now the congressman's wife is mortified
that the whole city is gonna
know about their kinky sex life,
and somehow it's my fault.
- I'm really sorry, sir.
- It's on me, boss.
I shouldn't have taken
my eyes off of him.
It's clear that you do not know
how to work an informant,
so just stop trying.
They traced Krebs' wire payment
to an offshore account,
one that happens to pay a mortgage
for a mansion in Laguna.
Which is most likely where the
real Quincannon is living now.
Finally, some good news.
Everybody, tac up.
We are going to end this day
on a high note.
Stay vigilant.
Remember, this guy could be packing.
FBI! Freeze!
Oh, he is packing.
I'm assuming you don't
have a gun in there,
but show us your hands anyway.
Uh
I'm I'm not I'm I'm not me.
I mean I mean, I-I am me.
I'm just not him
The person you think I am, Quincannon.
Uh, I am a completely different guy.
And I can I can prove it.
Plastic surgery scars?
Are you for real right now?
Another damn body double?
Fingerprints confirm
his identity as Logan Hess.
This is what he looked like
before all the plastic surgery.
And to think, if I didn't use
my charm on Anton,
we wouldn't have found Krebs,
and this guy wouldn't be
sitting here now.
Back up. I had the idea
of flipping Anton
in the first place. Regardless
This is the final round
of charm versus fact.
Whoever gets him to flip wins.
Oh, my God. Uh, Quincannon
hired me three years ago
to do his meetings and his deals
because he was paranoid
that he was going to get
captured or killed.
I was really in there for a while
because he paid a lot of money.
But, you know, looking
over your shoulder 24/7
gets a little bit exhausting.
So I secretly hired Walter Krebs
to be my body double
and take my place.
Where's Quincannon
now?
No, no, no.
I-I want a deal first.
Answers will come later.
- It's a draw.
- Damn it!
N-Not you, honey. You're on the come up.
Go get your deal. Man!
- How are you doing?
- Fine.
- Everything's fine.
- No. No, it's not.
You were desperate for a win today.
Which caused you to push
way too hard at the hotel.
I know this because I, um,
reworked your profile.
Okay.
Lay it on me.
Okay.
You mentioned you were typecast,
but that's not entirely true.
Plenty of actors reinvent their image.
You just never did.
And maybe that's because you have
an unquenchable desire to be wanted.
You live for praise.
You You feed on it.
Yet you've chosen to work at a place
where we're known more for
our failures than our successes.
So you're going to have to decide
if that's something you can deal with.
If it isn't, you'll quit.
Or I'll have to fire you.
And then you'll be a cautionary
tale to future rookies
The TV actor who couldn't hack it.
Ouch.
Mm.
- That's rough.
- Yes.
It is.
But it's the truth.
Yeah.
Good night.
- Hey.
- Hey.
What was that all about?
Of all the roles I've ever played,
being in the FBI is the only role
I can't seem to get a handle on.
What? B, talk to me.
Hey.
Sorry, the motor pool couldn't
get to your Caddy today.
Too swamped. But definitely tomorrow.
- I know you lying.
- Tomorrow. I got you.
My daddy's gonna kill me.
Mr. Santiago.
Brendon, I am thrilled you reconsidered.
I was going to read your part.
And, uh, no one wants that.
Thank you for having me.
It's an honor just to be considered.
I've been a fan of yours
since "The Unturned Stone."
- Ah.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Ah, yes, this is Ross.
I've been trying to make
"Water is Thicker Than Blood"
for like 10 years.
And, uh, he is the genius producer
who found the money to do it.
I cannot wait to see what you
bring to the role, Brendon.
- Everyone ready?
- Ah, yes.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Got those clothes that you asked for.
Oh, I-I thought you weren't
coming till tomorrow.
I-I would have cleaned the place up.
When you said you found a cheap place,
- you weren't kidding.
- Yeah, well, I'm hoping
I won't be here for much longer.
Wanna sit? I have news.
I can't stay.
I gotta pick up Isaiah, so
I'm up for an A-SAC position
in the New Orleans office.
It's the dream job.
- Carter
- Evelyn, I know
I know we're on the edge,
but this could fix everything.
You have been up for promotions before.
How is this any different?
- This one's a lock.
- How?
Who's hooking you up?
- Tracy.
- The snake?
Carter, what have you
gotten yourself into?
You know, I never cared
about the promotions.
Or how many hours you worked.
I just wanted you to be happy.
And you weren't. You aren't.
I can be. Please.
Let me do this For us.
Heaven was in the endless nights
at our lake house,
drinking bad red wine,
watching the musculature of
the waves beat against the dock.
But that paradise fell years ago.
We can go back.
Ritche, wait.
A gunshot rings out.
And then we
fade to black.
Alright! Wow. Wow. Yeah!
You were amazing.
Aww, I appreciate that.
When I heard you were reading the part,
I was like, "Wow, tragic miscast."
- Oh.
- But, no, you were so good.
Thank you.
Oh, I'm supposed to
leave my script, aren't I?
I think so.
Ah. Well, it was nice to meet you.
- You too. Good night.
- Really good job. Yeah.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
Tell our friend in Serbia
there's literally zero risks.
He gives us the cash, we filter it
through the production company,
and then he gets paid back
as an investor,
and the money is clean.
But 30% kicks back to me.
And since I value his business so much,
tell him I'll give him
an associate producer credit.
Hey, Daddy.
Don't you "Hey, Daddy" me.
You think you're so slick.
- I can explain.
- Oh, you'd better,
because I didn't know
what to say to Anton's father.
He claims that Anton's working
for you and the FBI.
- What the fresh hell is
- I can't discuss it.
You made him an informant.
I didn't say that.
You're not denying it.
Because I can't discuss it.
It's confidential. A-A-A-And you said
you didn't want to talk
about my work at home.
You breaking your rule.
His father said he almost got killed.
Is that your way of "changing
the FBI on the inside"?
By convincing our people
to risk their lives
by snitching on each other?
You got your way of helping
the community, and I got mine.
Anton committed a crime.
What, I'm I'm supposed
to let him slide
because his family is good people?
Systemic disenfranchisement is
Is real. I know.
But believe it or not,
what I may or may not be doing
for Anton is meant to help him.
- You're delusional.
- You're judgmental.
- They're brainwashing you.
- I can think for myself, Daddy,
and I know exactly what I'm doing.
And that's exactly why
I'm so disappointed in you.
- Wha
- Ah.
Hello, world, ♪
Let me introduce myself ♪
So it's like, no matter what I say,
if I don't agree with him,
my dad just shuts me down.
I'm sorry. That sucks.
Thanks.
But your turn. Spill it.
Spill what?
Mm. Whatever ridiculous thing
you did last night.
I saw that look on your face.
It's the same looks my students had
before they did something stupid.
It wasn't stupid.
I went to that Dylan Santiago
table read last night.
Oh, my God. It was amazing.
- But?
- But I overheard something.
I think the producer's financing
the film with laundered money,
and I don't know,
if I open an investigation,
I-I-I blow the whole thing up.
Or do I just say nothing?
The bigger question is, are you
really ready to quit on the FBI
when you're just getting started?
The AUSA signed off on Logan's deal,
and he says Quincannon's
house is in Miami.
Wheels up in 30.
Okay. Thanks, boss.
Oh, yo, miss, could I have
a rum and Coke, please?
Do I look like
a flight attendant to you?
Don't answer that.
Why is he here?
Logan spent two weeks
at Quincannon's Miami residence
becoming him, but he was blindfolded
to and from the airport, so all he knows
is that it's some
"big ass spot" on the water.
Which describes half of Miami.
What we know about Quincannon
is he's a paranoid recluse
with a ton of enemies.
So he'd be looking
for seclusion, security.
Control is paramount for a guy like him.
And Miami has a ton of private
islands that offer just that.
Yeah, that's the problem.
It leaves hundreds of homes
that fit that profile.
Well, by the time we land,
I expect us to figure out
which one it is.
How are we going to do that?
You tell me.
It's the reason why
I chose each of you, hmm?
To be outside-the-box thinkers.
I mean, this is a long shot,
but there is an acting technique
that uses sensory detail.
I-I could walk Logan through
his ride from the airport,
his memory, and see if maybe
there's some clues
as to where Quincannon took him.
Give it a shot.
Alright, we're going to
have you take a couple of deep breaths.
Alright. Now you're inside the SUV.
They've just put the blindfold on you.
Tell us what you feel.
And focus on one sense.
What do you hear as you
pull away from the airport?
It's getting louder.
Okay.
And we're speeding up,
like we're going on a freeway.
There are two freeways
out of Miami International
that head towards the ocean,
the 112 and the 836.
The 112 is a toll road.
Do you remember stopping at a toll?
No, no. No toll.
So it's the 836, then.
Then we start to slow down
as the road starts to change.
Okay, maybe you're on a new road.
What do you taste and smell?
Salt water,
like we're on some sort of bridge.
Highway 836 feeds right
into the MacArthur Causeway.
And then we're on that road
for like couple minutes.
And then we stop, and I hear a blinker.
- We're turning.
- Right or left?
Left. Yep, we're turning left.
There are three islands
off the causeway.
There's Star, Palm, and Hibiscus.
And then the window rolls down,
and the driver's talking to
the security guard in Spanish.
- What is he saying?
- Vamos
a número ciento
treinta y dos.
Number 132. That's a house number.
But all three islands
have houses with that number.
What do you hear next?
Gate opens, and we pull forward.
The road is, um it's bumpy.
It's uneven.
132 Star Island
has a cobblestone driveway.
Hey, here.
You recognize that house?
Yeah. Yeah, I think that's it.
It's owned by a shell corp
registered in Luxembourg.
Luxembourg? That's where
Quincannon was last seen.
This is a lot of conjecture.
I don't know, Matt.
How sure are you?
That's his place.
I'm calling in for a warrant.
- Good job.
- Wow.
Have you seen the sous vide?
FBI! Freeze!
Show me your hands!
- Where's Quincannon?
- Who?
- Victor Quincannon.
- Never heard of him.
I'm Andrew Wilson.
This is my wife, Mindy.
You two own this house?
No, we're just renting.
We moved in two months ago.
ID checks out. Andrew Wilson.
House is clear. No Quincannon.
Looks like we hit the wrong place.
Guess we should have
knocked first. Our bad.
The SAC is gonna eat this one up.
That sense memory thing
was yet another bust.
No, that was clever.
This one wasn't your fault.
Wonder how we got it so wrong.
I don't know.
You say you've been
renting for two months?
Yeah. We moved here from Chicago.
Couldn't take the winters anymore.
So who's this Quincannon guy
you're after?
Well, unfortunately, we can't talk about
ongoing investigations,
but we can get you squared away
with the paperwork for reimbursement.
And I'll add your shoes
to the damage assessment.
Don't worry, it's fine.
I got plenty of sneakers.
Appreciate that, sir. But it's policy.
Give me one second
while I-I grab a form.
Simone?
So this guy's from Chicago, right?
But he just said he had
"plenty of sneakers."
- Yeah, so?
- I'm born and raised there.
Chicagoans don't say "sneakers,"
we say "gym shoes."
North Side, West Side, South Side,
everybody calls them
"gym shoes." That's a fact.
So what you thinking?
A true paranoid wouldn't just
stop at having a body double.
What if Quincannon
changed his own appearance?
- Into Andrew?
- Well, if he had
plastic surgery,
there'd be subtle scars.
I could get close enough,
but I'd have to go full Simone.
Charm away.
Got it.
Ooh, you got a pretty smile.
No offense, girl.
Alright, let's see here. Oof.
This is the problem with these forms.
The The type is so small.
Ever since I turned 40, honey,
everything is blurry.
Would you be a doll?
Name, address,
Social Security. All this for a door?
You know how the government is.
Hey, Victor? One more thing.
Got you!
Flash bang.
1, 2, 3, 4 ♪
Andrew is Quincannon.
He's on the run in the house.
All I hear is ♪
Blah, blasé, blah, blah ♪
I told you staying here was a mistake.
Seriously? You're doing this now?
This way.
Split up.
Gimme gah-gah, oh, hit me ♪
With a, a little ooh, ooh ♪
They see me, I'm looking ♪
Like I'm too cool ♪
FBI!
Damn, this is a fancy-ass house.
Be advised, they got guns.
Something more ♪
Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
Let me give you something more ♪
It's unforgettable ♪
Okay, okay ♪
She's empty.
You want to poke your head in
and make sure?
- Really?
- No.
Oh.
- Mindy?
- Yeah.
It's time to give yourself up now.
Yeah.
Everybody coming aboard ♪
Hands up! Keep your
hands above your head.
We turn up on top of the shore ♪
Keep your hands up.
I know that you know who we are ♪
But you can call me Sonny ♪
For short, hey ♪
You're under arrest.
Okay, okay, okay ♪
I can't wait to see
the look on the SAC's face
when I gloat over this case.
I can't wait to check "informant"
off my coloring book.
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
But I am woman enough
to admit when I'm beat.
So your facts closed the case.
And your charms closed it.
You keep your money.
This one stays a draw For now.
Looking forward to it continuing.
Mini-hashbrown?
Uh, no, I'm good. Thanks.
The tío I know loves fried potatoes
and hates any food that's green.
- What the hell is going on?
- Alright, alright, look.
You just can't tell your mom, okay?
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?
It's just a little.
I'm on medication,
so you don't have to worry.
Look, I will deny this
if you tell anyone,
but you're my favorite uncle,
and I'd be sad if you kicked the bucket.
That's, uh, sweet, I guess.
Okay, so, between us, right?
Hell no. I gotta tell Amá.
- Elena
- Sorry, not sorry.
You have no willpower, Tío.
The only thing
that's going to keep you
on the straight and narrow
is fear of your sisters.
No, no, no. I'm not afraid of them.
Okay, fine. I'm a little afraid.
But just, look, let me tell them, hmm?
At dinner on Sunday. Deal?
Deal.
- Love you.
- I love you, too.
- Morning.
- Close the door.
I told the FOAs yesterday
that there's three reasons
informants snitch
To get out of trouble, to get revenge,
to serve their country.
But apparently there's a fourth.
The promise of an A-SAC position
in New Orleans.
That's a pretty sweet deal.
Tracy, huh?
You knew?
I figured, but Elena confirmed.
Never underestimate
the Bureau's assistant network.
Honestly, I think
they secretly run this place.
When you said not to put
a case number on Quincannon,
I considered going to her.
But this unit, it's succeeding.
I couldn't undermine that.
I understand if you want
to transfer me out of here.
This is the original report.
You generated a case number
from the beginning.
W-What was this, a loyalty test?
Simone and Brendon
are like kids at Christmas
getting to do this job.
And Laura, this is her lifeline.
She'd never put that at risk. But you?
You're the only one who doesn't
have to be here, Carter.
But I do hope you'll stay.
I'd like to.
But between us, Tracy has threatened
to make my life harder
if I don't come through.
Well, don't worry about her.
When she comes for us And she will
We'll deal with her.
Together.
'Cause I'll be right here ♪
By your side ♪
Friends gotta do it right ♪
Yeah, we work hard, work hard ♪
Morning, noon, night ♪
What are you doing in my neighborhood?
How do you know this is my neighborhood?
Did my research
and ran a profile on you.
Oh, really?
And what did you find out?
Well, that the reason
you're so hard on me
is because you need me to succeed.
Because I am a reflection of you,
and your self-esteem
has taken a pretty massive hit
- in the last year.
- Careful, probie.
All I'm saying is that, in a weird way,
you and me, we're like, oh, partners
Equally invested in my success.
You're not buying that, huh?
No.
Okay. Well, how would
you like to go with me
to recruit a Simone-level informant
and sabotage the best
acting role I'll ever get?
I'll get dressed.
Come in.
- Hey, Ross. How you doing?
- Oh. Hey, Brendon.
- Are you here to see Dylan?
- No, you.
Smart man. Come to sweet-talk me
into making a formal offer for the film.
Oh, is this your agent?
She's hot. You're hot.
No, not his agent.
But I am a federal agent, as is Brendon.
A what?
Came here to talk about
Nightcloud Films.
What about it?
I did a little bit of digging
into your financials.
Uh, good job hiding that money
you're laundering
for that Serbian mafia outfit.
That's That's good.
It's too bad I'm a bloodhound
when it comes to finding dirty money.
You wouldn't believe
how many transactions
have come through that account.
Adds up to one,
maybe two decades in prison.
Mm. Unless you want to make a deal,
become my informant.
Yeah.
Don't get cocky.
Mm-hmm.
You sure do keep long hours.
You know what makes up for it?
Using Intel from
a neighborhood pill pusher
to arrest a dangerous arms dealer.
Is that so?
The charges against Anton were dropped.
Due to his cooperation,
he has a fresh start.
Even if the fool doesn't realize
when you're a confidential informant,
you can't go flapping your jaws
telling everybody.
Ah, he gets that from his daddy.
Yeah. I see you.
How you're trying to make
a difference in your own way.
Doesn't mean I'mma always
be a fan of your methods.
But, yeah, I see you.
- Daddy.
- Ah.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, no, my baby.
- You You dented Precious?
- What?
And then you tried to cover it up?
Daddy, how can you tell?
A father knows.
Oh, my God.