The Rookie: Feds (2022) s01e10 Episode Script

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Previously ON "THE ROOKIE: Feds"
This stays between us,
do you understand?
I had a stent put in my heart
last month.
Doctors want me to have
a double bypass at some point.
I've got it under control.
You doing okay, boss?
Yeah.
I'm just tired.
Pulse rate is bradycardic.
I want a CBC PT/PTT and an ultrasound.
We're losing him.
How's he doing?
They just rushed him in
for an emergency surgery.
I thought he was stable.
They replaced the collapsed
stent in his heart,
and everything was fine.
Yeah. Then this morning,
his blood pressure bottomed out,
and they found a clot in his lung.
Okay. I'm gonna head your way.
No. No, no, no, no.
I'm already juggling
15 emotional cousins,
four worried aunts,
and my hysterical mother.
Do not need more company.
Hey. He's gonna be fine.
Yeah. I gotta go.
Garza's going back into surgery.
W Oh, my God. What happened?
I think it's complications
from removing the old stent.
I didn't know about the first stent.
That's not really something
he should have kept secret.
I saw him the other day,
and he didn't look good,
and I let it slide.
You know, my son has a heart condition
he rarely tells anyone about.
He just doesn't like it when
they treat him like he's breakable.
Alright! With Garza
still in the hospital,
Carter is acting agent in charge
of the Special Investigative
Unit and this task force.
Some time in the past
three to six weeks
We're still not sure yet
There was a breach
of the FBI's mainframe,
and a hacker got away with a list
of our undercover agents
currently in the field.
Now, we're talking cover identities,
operations everything.
Meet Amy Wright, our target.
She's part of a heist crew that was
hired to break into a safe-deposit box
where the stolen undercover list
was hidden.
Nolan, you have further information?
Just that Amy is
the only remaining member
of the heist crew
that is still at large.
She is the one with the undercover list.
So we gotta find Miss Thing
before she hands off that list
to whomever hired her.
Right. And a word of warning.
This suspect has already murdered
one of her robbery partners,
so she should be considered
armed and extremely dangerous.
Our UC list is in the open, people.
The lives of hundreds
of undercover agents
are depending on us.
Hey. Uh, we just intercepted
an encrypted DM
from Amy's ClipTalk account.
The guy who's smuggling her
across the border
said he's gonna pick her up
at a closed-down dry cleaner
in Pico Gardens.
FBI! We have a warrant!
Show us your hands!
Gun!
Damn it.
Too many civilians. Watch your backstop.
Get down! Stay down!
Amy, stop!
Amy!
Yo. Fatback.
Yeah.
Get in here.
So, can you deliver or what?
I'm working on it.
Not good enough, man.
I'm low on pills, meth,
completely out of coke.
Relax. I got a new connect.
I'm just waiting on a phone call.
Hey! Hey. Some bank robber
was getting chased by the cops
and got demolished by a pickup.
Cash everywhere.
It's like "Grand Theft Auto" out there!
Stop!
Hey, Antoinette.
Looking lovely, as always.
Must be nice to get out of the lab, huh?
Not really.
A person died.
Yeah. No. I know. I know.
Antoinette, you good?
My team's all set. Thanks.
You got anything?
Uh, her backpack.
Found it at the cleaner's.
But there is no undercover list inside.
Which explains why Amy had
a duffel bag full of cash.
She got paid for the list.
You know, one of her heist crew
is still at Saint Stephen's Hospital.
He broke his arm, has some nerve damage,
so they're hanging on to him
for a few days.
R-Roger Armistead.
He gave up his accomplices
in exchange for a deal.
It's possible he knows more.
Laura and Brendon, see what you can find
on who hired them, where the hand-off
was supposed to take place Anything.
- Yeah. We're on it.
- Got it. Thanks.
Unless you need me for anything else,
I should be getting back to patrol.
- Great.
- Uh, walk me to my shop?
- Yeah.
- Excellent.
Told you.
Told me what?
That you would make a great FBI agent.
You always believed in me.
You might have been the only one.
I should make you dinner.
That is the least I could do.
Oh, and I wanted to get
some advice from you.
I'm going crazy staying with my dad.
Oh. Yeah. No. I get it.
My first six months here in Los Angeles,
I spent living in
my college roommate's pool house
before I could buy my own place.
Buying is definitely not
an option right now,
but my dad does have a garage
that he's not really using.
I was wondering if you knew someone
who might be able to convert it for me.
I do. Me.
If you want, I can come by,
give you a rough estimate.
What? Handsome and handy?
If you were not dating
that cute little firefighter,
I might let you date me.
I might let you let me.
Wait. Does that make sense?
If I let you
- I'll see you later.
- Okay.
I need your honest
opinion about something.
- About what?
- Me and Antoinette.
Ah. Well, that implies that
there is a you and Antoinette.
Yeah. Well, we've been on
three coffee dates.
But that's it coffee.
Wait. Do you not know how to
ask someone out on a date?
Of course I do. I just I've
been famous for a long time.
- Oh, here we go.
- No. I just
Since I started dating, people
always wanted to date me, you know?
Celebrity's a real social lubricant.
Okay. Never say that again.
The point is
Antoinette doesn't care about
what TV shows or movies I've done.
And I kind of like her, you know?
Well, you're not a celebrity now, so
So I should just act like
a normal person and ask her out.
Yeah. It feels like we didn't need
a whole conversation to get here.
Hey, Elena.
Is he out of surgery?
We just got him back from recovery.
Doctor said it went well.
But till he wakes up
Didn't I tell you not to come?
Well, we have to interview
a subject down the hall, so
Well, do that,
because when Tío opens his eyes,
we don't want him thinking about work.
Okay. See ya.
Hey.
We're here to see the prisoner.
Mr. Armistead, FBI.
I'm Special Agent Stensen.
This is Special Agent Acres.
Hey. I already talked to the cops.
Oh. Well, now your crimes are federal,
so you get to talk to us.
Mm-hmm.
Later. Game just got good,
and my pain meds are about to kick in.
Oh. Nice.
Not cool, bro.
Here's what we know bro.
You and your crew broke into a bank
and stole a list of
FBI undercover agents.
And here's what you don't know.
Your partner, Amy,
she straight-up murdered
your friend Todd,
and she'd probably
do the same thing to you
if you weren't stuck in here, so
- You're lying.
- No, he's not lying.
If you want us to plug the TV back in,
we can show you the news reports.
Well, that's on Amy, not me.
Wrong. No. You helped steal the list,
so if anyone gets killed
because of its release,
then you're an accessory to murder.
Wrong. I got a deal already.
Mm. With LAPD.
LAPD. Right.
Not us.
And like I said in my thesis statement,
your crimes are now federal.
Wait. What? How is that fair?
I know. I know.
It's just so hard
to be a criminal these days.
Now, who hired you? Who has the list?
I don't know who he is.
All Amy said is that he's
a do-not-pass-go kind of guy.
Hmm?
Meaning if you screw him,
you end up dead, not collecting.
Yeah. See, that's not gonna be enough
for us to give you a deal,
unfortunately.
Amy said the list exchange was
supposed to happen last night.
Where?
Some warehouse downtown
by the train tracks.
She was all nervous about it
being in an isolated location
because she didn't know
if she was gonna
get double-crossed or not.
We know what kind
of car she was driving,
so let's just scrub the traffic cams
and see if we can
narrow down our search.
Mm.
We'll be in touch.
W-Will you plug the TV back in?
The people we're dealing with
are likely long gone,
but still be vigilant.
You just never know.
Clear.
There's nothing here.
Except that.
Someone's watching us.
You think any chance
we could trace the signal?
Chances are it's encrypted.
You think I should answer it?
Here.
Hello?
What took you so long?
I was getting so bored waiting for you
to follow all of my bread crumbs.
This is Special Agent Simone Clark.
Who are you?
Wrong question. Who are they?
The undercover agents on the list.
Not just their names.
Their operations.
The groups they've infiltrated.
One phone call from me,
and bodies start dropping.
Okay. You obviously have some demands.
No. Just one. I'm not greedy.
Release prisoner number 43602
from your Federal Correctional
Institution in Terminal Island
or I will release the real name
of one of your undercover agents
every day at 10:00 a. m. Starting today.
It's a little after 10:00 now.
Yes. But as I said,
I was growing impatient,
so I released one already.
Sent a text to someone
who wasn't too pleased to learn
that there's an FBI agent
in their midst.
Give us the name.
Now where's the fun in that?
Once you find their body,
you'll understand how serious I am.
Alright. Uh, we want to work with you,
but you gotta give to get.
Tell us the name of the
undercover agent you exposed,
and then let's talk.
Prisoner 43602.
Release him or get used
to burying your dead.
Who the hell is he?
No idea. Five weeks ago,
prisoner 43602 walked
into a federal courthouse,
punched out a random bailiff,
then he got on his knees
and put his hands over his head.
Oh. He wanted to get arrested.
Yeah, but neither his fingerprints
nor his DNA are in the system.
He came in as a John Doe.
The only identifying thing
about him are those tattoos,
which appear to be of Colombian origin.
What's he got to say for himself?
Not a damn thing.
Hasn't spoken one word
since he's been in custody.
Cyber Unit determined which list
the hackers initially stole
off our database.
There are over 1,800 FBI undercovers
operating nationwide, but we got lucky.
There's only 214 names
on the sub-list that was hacked.
All in the Western territory.
We got to take those agents
out of the field.
No. It's not that simple.
Undercovers aren't planets.
They're suns.
Any abrupt extraction would endanger
everyone in their orbit
Who they vouched for,
whoever vouched for them.
They're all as good as dead as
soon as an undercover is made.
Well, the buffet's open tomorrow night.
We're bagging pills, snort, and smoke.
Just got the word from my new source.
What? You're gonna trust a new source?
Talk about dog-crap ideas.
No one asked you!
Hey.
Back off.
A Handler will send a coded warning
if there's a risk of exposure
Something benign
that only the Handler
and an undercover knows.
But undercovers work
cases for months, sometimes years,
investing countless hours,
building relationships,
finding sources, gaining trust.
So it's gonna take
more than just one warning
to convince an undercover to end an op.
They'll want confirmation that
everyone left behind is safe.
So you're telling me
if you were undercover
and you thought you were
exposed, you'd just ignore it?
Until I got everyone
in my orbit out safe, yeah.
And most undercovers will risk
their lives to do the same.
And, Laura, Brendon, mobilize
agents to start alerting UCEs.
Carter, Simone, find out who the
hell our mystery prisoner is.
Hey, look. I know you're the boss now.
I know. You have more experience
with teens in crisis.
You take point.
I'm Simone.
Who are you, sweetie? Hmm?
I see the scars and the tattoos, but
mostly I see pain.
And I hate that for you.
You deserve better.
What is the red-and-yellow fist tattoo?
The symbol for MNF
Movimiento por una Nación Fuerte.
Colombian paramilitary group
fighting the government
in the jungles of the Darién Gap.
Are you MNF?
Hmm?
You saw death and destruction
all around you, didn't you?
You were a soldier?
Yes.
What's your name?
No.
It's okay, sweetie. But listen.
Someone is willing to kill
a lot of really good people
if we don't let you go.
Who would do that for you?
I don't want to be free.
You want to stay in prison?
I'm safe there.
That kid seems terrified.
Yeah. Chose to rot in prison
rather than face
whoever's behind all this.
What the hell is all this about?
Yeah. It's me Gideon.
I wouldn't have called
if it wasn't important.
Yeah. I need you to get
out of town, like now.
Hey, Gideon
We need to have a little talk.
Aunt Cleo, I need a ride ASAP.
Sierra and Flora Avenue.
Special Agent Acres. I'm calling
about your undercover, Natalie.
You need to try and pull him.
We have a credible threat.
Gideon Byers, AKA
Special Agent Jason Simmons
He just sent up a flare
for an urgent exfil.
Did he give a location?
We have an agent down!
We need an R. A. at the corner
of Sierra and Flora!
Jason?
Who attacked you? Did they get far?
They went that way.
- What?
- David Eaton.
His nickname's Fatback.
He's white, 5'9"
Okay. Stay with him.
Yeah.
Hey, Jason. How you doing?
Hey. I haven't heard
that name in a while, man.
I know. I'm I'm Brendon.
Brendon Acres.
Hey. How you doing?
So, it's it's a little deep,
but let's
I've been better, man.
put some pressure on it.
I know. I know.
Hey. Where's Where's Rachel?
Um she's on her way.
Okay. No, no, no.
Hang in there. Hang in there.
Hang in there.
I just It's okay.
I want to I want to go home.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Hang in there.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Hang in there.
Hang in there. Hang in there.
No, no. No. Oh.
You know, you just murdered
an FBI agent.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I didn't murder anybody.
Yeah, well, I caught you
with the murder weapon.
Self-defense weapon. Yeah.
Some guy I barely know
came at me throwing fists.
Self-defense. I got witnesses.
- Yeah?
- They'll testify.
Well, then, can you explain this
mystery text, hmm,
that you got 10 minutes ago?
I never even saw that text.
I'm terrible at checking my phone.
Just ask my girlfriend.
Now is not a great time for jokes.
Yeah. Not a great time
for questions either.
I know my rights.
Go run and get me a lawyer.
Yeah. Let's get him out of here.
- Hey.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Are you laughing?!
- Whoa!
Are you laughing?! Huh?!
Alright.
He's laughing.
Yes. Yes. But putting your hands on him
is not gonna change anything,
so stand down!
Tío?
Tío?
Huh.
Tío?
Elena.
What the hell are you doing here?
You should be back in the office.
He's awake
and trying to control everything.
Well, that is very on brand for Matt.
Um, and what are the doctors saying?
That they don't foresee
any further complications
and he should make a full recovery.
Thank God.
We needed some good news today.
When do you think they'll send him home?
If all goes well, tomorrow.
You should know he's already
asked me about the case.
And he's a master interrogator.
I might crack.
Just tell him I've got
everything under control.
Yeah. And the most important
thing for now
is to get some rest.
Have you met the man? I gotta go.
Thanks, Elena.
You okay, B?
No.
You know Jason had a wife?
Rachel.
Hadn't seen her in months
because he's been on this op.
But he's never gonna see her again.
I'm so sorry.
And I know you're angry and
No. I was angry an hour ago.
This is like, uh
I got rage.
Okay. Well,
you can't let it control you.
I mean, that's not gonna
help his family.
It's not gonna help you
catch the person behind this.
You got to
Simone, he bled out in my hands.
- Brendon, here's the thing.
- Carter!
Carter, this This self-defense thing,
it can't possibly work, right?
A good defense lawyer
can make an argument
that there's no definitive proof
that he knew Jason
was an undercover agent.
What? There's always one juror.
- Oh, so he could walk.
- He might.
Look. It's been a long day.
He's already lawyered up.
Everybody go home and get some rest.
How are we supposed to do that
when another undercover's name
is gonna be released at 10:00 a. m.?
I know. And the Cyber Crime Unit
is trying to determine
who sent that text.
But until they do,
there's nothing we can do.
So go home.
No.
Brendon go home.
B, uh
Hey.
Hi.
I, uh, I-I I don't know if you heard,
but, uh, Garza is Is gonna be okay.
I heard. Such a relief.
Um, so, listen. There's a
restaurant that's opening in, um, NoHo.
I-I thought maybe you would,
you know, like it.
I'm sorry. What?
- Um
- Hey. You going down?
Yes.
You coming?
Uh, no. I-I forgot something.
Did you need to talk to me
about something?
No. Uh, tomorrow's fine.
So, uh, you were saying
Oh, I got that.
You have to tell me How
did you do that with the ribs,
where the meat falls
right off the bone like that?
Delicious.
Put my foot in it, didn't I?
Maybe an arm and a leg, too.
Who Oh. Whoops.
Oh, Simone, I didn't know
you were having a date.
Uh, I'll be in my room.
Daddy, stop. It's not a date.
You remember John. He's my friend.
Nice to see you again, sir.
Oh, yeah. John. Hello.
I never know with Simone.
I mean, she keeps me guessing.
Yeah. It's part of her charm.
And may I say,
you have a fantastic house.
I'm a huge fan
of mid-century modern as well.
It's just
It's so sleek yet functional.
It's It's sophisticated but curvy.
Are you talking about the house or me?
Well, it'll be an
honor to take on this project,
add a little more value to your home.
Uh, uh, John is an architecture nerd
and just doesn't know
when to shut up about houses.
No, no, no. Please, John, keep talking.
'Cause I'd just love to hear all about
this project happening in my house.
Well, uh, maybe, I could just,
uh, get out of here
and and send it to you in an e-mail.
I was talking to John
about converting the garage
into a unit with a separate entrance
Just out of curiosity.
Curiosity, huh?
Well, you're awfully damn curious
for someone who doesn't own this place.
Gonna let myself out.
Mm, don't you know when a fellow
officer needs backup?
Simone, you said that you were
staying here temporarily,
and now you want to rebuild
my house to fit your lifestyle.
Unbelievable!
Daddy, why are you tripping?
I'm tripping? Huh? John,
w-who's tripping here? Hmm?
Oh, I'm a I'm a terrible
judge of, uh, tripping, sir.
It's always been a blind spot for me.
Okay. Well, let me help you.
I'm not. She is.
Dessert?
Uh, sure. Yeah.
Just as quickly as you can,
if you don't mind.
Yeah. Okay. Perfect.
Thank you very much.
Yeah. Thanks. Bye.
What are you still doing here?
Carter told us to go home.
You're still here.
Hey. Do not talk back
to your training agent.
I figured I'd hang back
while the Cyber Unit
tracks the text that got Jason killed.
Turns out the burner phone
where the text originated from
was never turned off.
They were able to track its location.
Turns out LAPD just picked it up
in a trash can at 6th and Normandie.
Maybe one of the businesses has,
like, a
Security camera? Yeah.
That's who I was just talking to.
Zussman's Jewelers.
They're sending me over
their footage from 9:47 a. m.,
when the text was sent.
Mm.
Wait.
Ooh. Hey. Screen-grab that.
Maybe facial recognition
can help I. D. him.
It's got to be the guy who stole
the list of undercovers.
Yeah. Could be.
I'm gonna send out a BOLO citywide.
Hey, boss!
Look who came to brighten up
your evening.
Flowers, huh?
Was that in case I croaked?
What? You would rather have
a teddy bear instead?
Only if it's carrying a pepperoni pizza.
Simone, the food here sucks.
How you feeling?
I should be asking you that.
Me? I'm better than ever. You.
I'm good.
At lying.
I'm a professional investigator,
too, Simone.
I mean, why else would you
be visiting late at night?
I mean, I know I'm irresistible.
I can't help it.
But something's up. Talk to me.
I stepped in it with my father.
What'd you do this time?
Nothing! It's him.
He likes having me at home
and knows he needs me there.
But he keeps pushing me away.
This is refreshing.
You are always so on point
with other people's emotions.
It's kinda nice to know
that you have a blind spot.
I think not. I know my father.
Correction. You know how
he presents himself to you.
He's a strong, stubborn man, Simone.
He probably is afraid
to acknowledge the fact
that he can't do everything
that he used to.
And the hardest thing for a man
of a certain age to outgrow
is our pride.
Our bodies start to wane.
Our vanity kicks us in the cojones.
Okay.
You might have a point there.
Mm.
You want me to get you some more water?
Yeah. Please.
These poor overworked nurses
are quiet-quitting on me.
Something to do with the case?
None of your business.
Come on, Simone.
What's happening? Tell me.
Uh, what's happening is
you're resting and I'll be back.
Hello? Does anybody work around here?
Ooh! Excuse me.
Doctor, I need, uh,
some water for a patient.
Sorry. They need me in the O. R.,
but I will have them send a nurse, okay?
Oh, no.
Sir, did you see anyone
come in this room?
Help! Somebody help! Please!
Help! Somebody help!
Help!
My keen powers of deduction
are telling me
this guy's not a real doctor, huh?
You just had to be a part of
the action, didn't you?
I just wanted a little more water.
This is the worst hospital ever.
He came all this way to kill Roger.
He's gotta be the big bad, right?
The guy with the list?
We heard you were back in action, boss.
Simone did all the heavy lifting.
I just sealed the deal.
Oh. Hey. You guys, uh, came together?
We were having coffee.
We were kicking ass.
Oh. It's a little late
for coffee, isn't it?
Well, decaf.
Okay. This guy is in custody,
but the danger's not over.
It's possible he has a fail-safe plan
to release another
name, so we need to go r
Matt. Stop.
Yeah. Stand down, boss. Carter's got it.
Sorry.
No problem.
Take him back to bed, will you?
Make sure he gets in it.
Oh, you know what?
I'm not a child. You just
Oh, no. Of course you're not.
What is up with Carter
and Antoinette getting drinks?
Not drinks. Just coffee.
Oh. I smell hot goss.
Are Carter and Antoinette, like,
a thing or what's going on?
I-I don't know.
I'd like to know that, too.
Look. E-Everyone gets coffee
with Carter.
He's got big-brother energy.
I leave your side for one night
and you get into a street fight?
Okay. Hey, first of all,
it wasn't a street fight.
We were indoors.
And Simone did all of
the dangerous stuff, so
Tío, from now on,
if you even think about
getting out of bed without permission,
I am cuffing you to the rail.
Jorge Peña.
It's nice to finally meet you in person.
How do you know my name?
You were fingerprinted
when you came to this country
from Colombia as a refugee.
Now, where's the list you stole from us?
I stole nothing. I'm innocent.
You tried to kill me, a deputy,
and a man out there with a broken arm.
You're far from innocent.
Now, where's the damn list?
I have no idea
what you're talking about.
I swear.
Are you hearing what I'm hearing?
That he doesn't
sound like the man on the phone?
Yep.
So you're not the man with the list,
but you work for him. Hmm?
He ordered you to give
an undercover agent's photo
to Fatback
and to kill all the loose ends
from the bank robbery, right?
Yes.
Why?
I was a soldier in Colombia.
I had very special skills.
Make problems disappear. You understand.
And I come here.
I live American life, and I pay taxes.
Go to baseball games.
It's It's quite nice
Until a man I knew back home found me.
He's the kind of man
you don't say no to.
Tell us his name.
I can't. He's dangerous.
So is the death penalty.
And that's what you're gonna
be facing if you don't help us.
What's his name?
Good morning, Raul.
That's right, sweet thing.
We know exactly who you are.
We're dope like that.
More importantly,
we know who your brother is.
Cesar Almunia,
former officer in Colombia's
National Intelligence Directorate.
He got fed up with the government,
switched sides, and founded
the MNF paramilitary group.
Your brother is known
as the Butcher of Bogotá
but you looked up to him.
And shortly after
he started the MNF, you joined.
You know nothing.
I know you wanted
to escape the violence.
Didn't you?
Raul, we filed an application
for emergency amnesty.
We are going to keep you safe.
W-Why would you help me?
Because somebody has to.
And just like we're helping you,
you can help people, too.
Tell us what this is all about.
My brother.
He He sent me here
to negotiate a weapons deal
$10 million for hundreds
of RPGs and small arms,
enough to ensure the conflict back home
continues for a decade.
I was the only one he trusted.
But you didn't go through with it.
More orphans will not
make our country stronger.
The payment was going to be
through a cryptocurrency,
so I made a new account.
Only I know the password.
So the only way your brother
can get that money
is to get to you.
There was nowhere I could go
where he wouldn't find me.
And if he did, torture,
pain beyond imagination.
So you went to the safest place
you can think of.
Federal prison.
But he found me, even here.
I guess his contacts at the
intelligence services paid off.
Carter, I have a crazy idea.
How crazy?
You want to stop the violence,
the killing?
Yeah.
Raul, I need you to trust us.
Your plan is what now?
Raul gave us the password
to his cryptocurrency account.
This is what Cesar really wants.
That's Cesar calling to say
he's releasing
the name of another undercover agent.
And you're telling me you want me
to let a known war criminal walk
with $10 million in untraceable money?
Tracy, it's either that
or another one of our own dies.
And it's not really walking away.
He still has to buy weapons.
And Raul gave us the name
of the arms dealer
he was gonna meet with.
And Brendon and Laura
are working on tracing him.
- And have they?
- Not yet, but
Great.
Carter, this is quite
the position you've put me in.
This is Special Agent in Charge
Tracy Chiles.
You did not release prisoner 43602.
Uh, no, but we do have
a series of numbers
that he said would be important to you.
We could give them to you if you
agree to stop releasing names.
Agreed. Give me the numbers.
Okay. So we're good.
Are we happy?
FBI! Don't do it!
Drop your weapons on the ground!
Drop 'em!
- FBI! You're surrounded!
- Hey! FBI! Hands up! Hands up.
Hey. Okay.
You remember talking to me
on the phone, Cesar?
Oh, don't be like that.
It's not my fault we're better
at our jobs than you are.
So this is it?
Our list of undercover agents?
With all 214 names,
including Special Agent Jason Simmons.
May he rest in peace.
We recovered it in
an apartment Cesar was using.
No copies?
None that we found.
But Cesar is not talking,
so there's no way to know for sure.
Hey.
You did good today
in your first foray as boss.
I know.
But Matt's being released tonight,
so this temporary assignment
is officially over.
Carter?
Your time for advancement will come.
Oh, it already has Several times.
They just always gave
the promotion to someone else.
Night, Tracy.
Night.
You good, B?
Yeah. I'm okay.
You?
Yeah, I'm good.
But I also didn't have
an agent die in my arms.
You want to talk about it?
Not yet.
Okay. Well, when you do
Oh, and earlier,
when I was telling you
you needed to pull up?
I don't want you to think
I was being cruel.
I was just trying to keep you
focused on the task at hand.
I needed a Simone-style boot
in the butt,
so it's okay.
These are for kicking ass
and looking fly.
It's crazy, though.
We've been feds less than three months.
And this is the second funeral
for a fallen agent.
At least the Bureau does it
right, you know? Classy.
But when them bagpipes start?
Oh, my God.
The waterworks! Yeah.
Jason won't, uh, have a formal funeral.
It'll be small and quiet.
Why?
'Cause he was killed while undercover.
They don't have parades. No fanfare.
Secrecy of the op comes first.
Yeah, but his cover was already blown.
I mean, it's it's out there.
It doesn't matter.
There's still plenty of assets
he came in contact with
that need protecting,
other ongoing operations
that he was connected to
with principals who may not
know the truth.
Yeah, but that doesn't seem right.
It's not. But it's the job.
Well, I'm still going.
We are still going.
- Alright.
- Call me later.
Uh-huh.
- Good night, y'all.
- See ya.
Now, what are you smiling about?
If I've learned anything
these past few days,
it's that life's too short
to play games.
So
I'm gonna go talk to Antoinette.
I'm gonna tell her how I feel.
Ah. Finally.
But, um, maybe change your shirt first.
You got a little sweaty.
Oh, come on. Elena. I can walk.
You know it's policy.
Fine. Fine.
I just want to get home.
Speaking of, my mom and your sisters
are waiting for us at your place.
They cooked, they cleaned,
and they cannot wait
to read you the riot act
about how disgustingly
you've been living.
Okay. You know what?
Maybe I just want to stay
in the hospital a little longer.
Oh. Tío, we're going.
- Yeah. Let me just be in the bed.
- We're going.
I don't want to Really. Oh, my.
Alright. Just be cool.
No, no. Just be yourself. Come on.
Ooh. Yikes.
I don't understand.
You said Carter gets coffee
with everyone.
Well
He's got big-brother energy.
Mm.
Big brothers got to date, too, right?
See ya.
Hey.
It was presumptuous of me
to try to convert the garage
without talking to you about it first.
And I'm sorry.
That was all kinds of wrong.
What the hell were you thinking?
Well, Daddy, I was thinking that
we both have busy schedules
and active dating lives, and
it was just a bad attempt at me trying
to give you some of your space back.
Like you said, my being here was
only supposed to be temporary.
Hm.
You want me to leave, Daddy?
Course not.
But hey, l-let's keep it real.
I am getting older.
And this house will belong to you
and the twins eventually.
So it wasn't a bad idea
to be thinking about the future.
Wait. Hold on.
I know you're not trying to get
out of here any time soon,
- are you?
- No.
I'm not going anywhere
anytime soon, baby girl.
All I'm saying is that your instinct
to make it more comfortable
for yourself here was right.
But where you went wrong was
not getting my blessing first.
Daddy, can I have your blessing?
Would you get that? It's for you.
- John?
- Hello!
What's up, cute thing?
Hey. Come on in, man.
I invited him over.
Look, it got a little heated last night,
and for my part in that, I am sorry.
Well, I did eat all the short ribs.
What do you say we just call it even?
This is a long way for him
to come for an apology, Daddy,
that could have happened over the phone.
Well, that's not the only reason.
I, um, asked him if
he could walk us both
through the feasibility
of converting the garage.
Daddy!
Oh, thank you!
Now, take it easy. We haven't
even discussed a deposit.
I mean, my rates can get pretty steep.
We should be getting
the friends-and-family discount.
I might be able to work that in
if we could work in
a weekly delivery of cookies
and pies from Cutty's bakery.
- Deal.
- Ooh!
If I throw in some of my
fall-off-the-bone short ribs,
could we talk about maybe a plunge pool
and a theater room?
Simone, the ribs are good.
They're not that good.
- Here it comes.
- Okay.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa. Here it comes.
Let him do the work first!
- Do not
- "And that's how he died."