FBI (2018) s02e04 Episode Script
An Imperfect Science
Gonna dance all night.
Oh, my God.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where you think you're going? Oh, I know we're a little casual, but it's the end of the night, so we didn't think it - Sorry, doors are closed.
- Come on, we just wanna dance.
Yo, are you serious? Give 'em a break, dude.
Listen, most folks that come here just stand around taking selfies.
Let the sisters in.
Yeah, well, that sign says I got the right to turn away anybody I want.
You sure about that? 'Cause the Federal Civil Rights Act states "Privately owned places of public accommodation "cannot discriminate on the basis of race, color, national origin, or religion.
" Told you it'd be fun.
Now get over there.
- No.
- Boy.
Go.
- Run! - Come on! Detective Stokes, what do we know? Shooter burst in shortly after 3:00 a.
m.
One dead, three wounded.
It was the end of the night.
Place was packed.
Shocking there weren't more victims.
Agent Chazal, good to see you out in the field, and yeah, you're right, it could've been much worse.
The victim rushed the shooter, saved a lot of lives.
Caleb Jackson, 21-year-old student at UVA.
Took three shots to the abdomen.
We know anything about the shooter? White male, early 20s.
Checking security camera footage.
Those the witnesses? Yeah.
That's a lot of ground to cover.
You know, Hate Crimes can handle it.
No, we got it.
Let us know if you need our help.
Will do.
Hey, everything okay? You know I've been doing a lot of cases in this neighborhood.
Yeah, we crossed paths on a few of them.
People trust me.
They look to me for solutions.
Lately, I've been hearing a lot about how the feds aren't as engaged when we're the victims.
Look at all these agents.
Yeah, you're here now.
Some of us are thinking that this shooting could have been avoided.
There was an incident here no more than a week ago.
What kind of incident? Three guys from a white supremacist group threatened to shoot people standing in line.
Which white supremacist group are we talking about? The First Order.
That doesn't sound like their style.
We've been told that the feds were handling it.
I'm sure there's an explanation.
Yeah, you're probably right.
I might be out of line to say this Say what? You wear it well.
The badge.
All right, listen up.
We got a mass shooter in the wind.
One dead, three injured.
Name of the club is X2.
It's in the Bushwick neighborhood of Brooklyn.
Predominantly African-American.
Apparently the spot for underground hip-hop and R&B.
So inquiring minds wanna know, why this club? Hey, Maggie just sent over surveillance video from the club.
Ian, got it? Cueing it up now.
All right.
This the only angle? Yeah, the only angle where the gunman is fully visible.
The only thing this video establishes is that it's a man.
We'll get a description from someone who was there.
Okay.
I stepped away for a minute to cover the bartender.
Next thing you know, some white dude comes in with a Glock.
Tried to get people out of the way, but dude was on a mission.
He immediately opened fire? Nah, he kinda advanced his way through, you know? What did he look like? Was he tall, short? Have any distinguishing marks? White dude in a dark hoodie.
Did you get a good look at his face? Yeah, absolutely.
I mean, it was dark, but he looked right at me.
What did he look like? White skin, brownish curls, and dark eyes.
I'll never forget those eyes.
Steel blue, real Aryan-looking.
And his wrist glowed in the dark.
He had one of those bands around his wrist.
Like an exercise tracker? More like the ones that promote cancer awareness.
Maybe it was one of those glow sticks.
I don't know.
Whatever it was, it was pink.
- A wristband? - Yeah.
I can't say.
I didn't really see him.
Where were you when he opened fire? Over there.
I'm sorry.
It's just that I'm I'm the one who convinced Caleb to come.
You knew him? He was an old friend from way back.
During the summers, he works two jobs to pay for school.
And I just I wanted him to have a good time, you know? I mean, convincing people to come out and have fun is literally what I do.
What do you mean? As a job? I'm one of the hype girls.
We get influencers into the club.
You know, the Insta-stars, the beautiful people.
They help raise the club's profile.
Uh, I was planning on working at a club across town, but the owner offered a bigger cut of the tables here, so.
I'm sorry, just All I keep picturing is Caleb just lying there.
I'm assuming we all got much of the same thing? Yeah, our suspect has blond, dark brown, straight or curly hair with blue or brown eyes and a slight to medium build.
That is the problem with cross-racial identification.
Descriptions from a different race can be wildly inaccurate.
Yeah, well, it doesn't help that the club was dark, and the alcohol was flowing.
So where's that leave us? We're getting the video surveillance from outside, but the angle's probably too wide to give us anything worthwhile.
Witnesses did say that they saw him with a pink wristband.
And we got the shell casings that were recovered.
You know, there might be something else too.
There was a hate crime incident a week ago.
White supremacists threatened a group of club-goers.
- Threatened them how? - They pulled up in a van We asked them for help and it didn't matter! They knew black people were being threatened.
And what'd they do? Not a damn thing.
This family deserves answers.
- Victim's parents? - Gotta be.
We should go talk to them.
That's an interesting condolence card.
It's not a condolence card.
It's an insignia for the First Order.
The group that made the threat.
All right, NYPD, who is supporting this investigation, brought to our attention that this club was recently targeted by a hate group called the First Order.
You wanna fill us in? Witnesses reported that three white men in a black Jeep with a First Order bumper sticker shouted at a crowd waiting outside the club, and I quote "Get my gun, it's time to do some street cleaning.
" - Who called it in? - Club-goers.
The whole thing was caught on video camera.
And this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
These guys have pulled off similar stunts like this in the past, but it's finally escalated.
What did they say when they were brought in for questioning? I mean, I'm assuming the car was traced and the suspects were identified.
Agents never followed up.
How is that possible? Threat response made the call.
They've got a specific criteria.
Not our job to second guess.
I beg your pardon, but if you had second guessed, then maybe Caleb Jackson might still be alive.
How 'bout we focus on what's in front of us right now? Our shooter is still out there.
I think we can all agree that's a problem.
Let's start by identifying the First Order.
- Who are they? - Yeah.
This guy is the face of the group.
Bruce Gulley, he's the founder.
He's a white nationalist who's all about separating the races for "the betterment of society.
" He has a website, a podcast, a chat room designed to rile up the masses, but no one has resorted to violence - Perhaps until now.
- Right.
Any physical evidence tying Bruce Gulley to the shooting? Ballistics could only confirm that the shells were consistent with a Glock 17.
And we're searching social media for any cell phone images that were taken by the lookie-loos at the crime scene.
And we're scanning the calling card for fingerprints.
Here we go.
- What, prints? - Sort of.
Home printers, they embed hidden metadata into documents now, and I traced the First Order's calling card to an HP printer registered to our pal, Bruce Gulley.
Get him in here.
- Maggie, OA.
- Yeah.
Great.
Yeah, I printed it.
So what? I printed hundreds of them.
I don't control where they wind up.
Well, this one wound up at the scene of a nightclub shooting.
And that means I did it.
Lines up with your desire to rid Bushwick of all blacks and Hispanics.
Seems a little thin to me.
Well, then you throw in the threats you made to the people outside the club, and it seems a lot less circumstantial.
Your last statement, especially.
What statement? "Get my gun"? "It's time to do some street cleaning.
" Guy in a Jeep just like yours yelled at a group of 21-year-olds.
I like saying provocative things.
I think it was a threat.
One that you decided to make good on last night.
I didn't.
So then, where were you at 3:00 a.
m.
? Home, in bed.
Anyone with you? Girlfriend was out of town and I'm a faithful guy, so no.
You're not helping yourself, Bruce.
Run a check on my phone or whatever.
It'll show you I was home all night.
What about your buddies? Hmm? Your website says you have hundreds of members.
Did you rile up one of those idiots and have them push your agenda? If someone takes my words out of context and resorts to violence, that's on them.
I want the names of all of your members.
I don't have to give you a damn thing.
I hate the guy, but we need more than that to hold him.
If Gulley or one of his members was, indeed, the shooter, we've got a real problem.
The club received multiple threats, we didn't act, and a young man died.
At least that's how reporters are gonna see it.
And frankly, they'll be right.
Scola's got a lead.
What do you got? Lookie-loo recorded a video outside the club.
Let's see.
He got any affiliation with the First Order? We have profiles on a lot of these guys.
Names, photos.
They're in our system.
- He is not.
- He could be a new recruit.
Why else would he leave the card? Run it through facial rec.
Which you already have.
And? Nothing came up.
So release it to the public.
I mean, somebody out there must know this punk.
Mm-mm, we release a photo, he might run.
But what other choice do we have? You know what? I might know someone that can help.
- Isobel, this is Hank Cafferty.
- Pleasure.
Hank is a former white supremacist.
Ah, let's go to my office.
We crossed paths on a case a few years back.
Which is another way of saying Jubal arrested me.
Now I work to get others out of the life.
So, look, we were hoping you could take a look at this photo.
We believe this kid is a First Order recruit.
- You ever seen him? - He in trouble? Looks that way.
Yeah, I've seen him a couple times at a sporting goods store downtown.
It's popular with First Order members, Neo-Nazis.
They got all the privileges of middle-class family but full of pent up anger.
Angry enough to kill? I'd say no.
Not yet, anyway.
They empower each other.
I tried talking to this kid, but I couldn't get through.
Like reinforced steel.
You have his name? Ivan Childress, 18.
His parents divorced when he was six.
A stormy marriage led to an even stormier divorce.
They shared custody, but their arguments got so out of hand, a judge ordered them to hand off Ivan at a police precinct.
So the die was cast early on for little Ivan.
He was thrown out of two private schools for aggressive behavior.
He's currently being homeschooled by his mom.
It seems to fit the profile of these white nationalists.
Angry, disaffected.
Get a search warrant.
Yes, ma'am.
FBI, open up.
We have a warrant for Ivan Childress.
He isn't here.
Enter, team, let's go.
What the hell are you doing? - Go! - He isn't here! Hey! Let's go lower right.
- Copy that.
- Federal agents! - Upstairs clear.
- Let's go run the wall.
He's running through the backyard.
No.
Leave him alone.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used - against you in a court of law.
- Ivan You have the right to an attorney.
Stop.
I don't need an attorney.
I did it.
I'm the shooter.
I didn't need any help.
So you alone just went to this club and shot those people? That's right.
Me, alone.
All Bruce and those other guys do is bitch about how the blacks and the Mexicans and all the others are ruining this country.
I got tired of all the yapping.
I thought it was time to start doing.
Do we know if he was in the car with Gulley when they threatened the club? Uh, not sure.
Let's find out.
The mayor's gonna wanna know how bad this is.
Did we ignore threats made by the actual shooter at the actual location of the shooting? So what did you do? Exactly.
I walked in with my Glock, and I started firing, And then this dude rushed me.
Big, black guy.
He was going for my gun, so I blasted him.
How many times? Three.
Then what? He dropped, so I got the hell out of there.
Have you ever shot anyone before? No, but it's not that complicated.
Where's the gun now? We sent agents to your house, they searched it, no gun.
Adrenaline was pumping, so I tossed the gun and my clothes, which was not the smartest move, but I didn't want the blood of those people on me like that.
Where? Where what? Where did you toss the gun and the clothes? In a dumpster about a block or so from the club.
So you got away.
Why go back and leave a calling card? It's important to spread the message.
Those guys wouldn't actually believe that I did it.
I mean, to think of the look on their faces.
So you did it for them.
I did it for my countrymen.
My people.
We're taking the country back.
Show me your wrist.
Your other one.
Where's your bracelet? I told you.
I dropped everything, all right? Now just give me a damn statement to sign or whatever.
We'll get the paperwork started now.
Nice work.
Just another angry kid looking for a place to put his anger.
We should let the families know before it hits the news.
No, we need to corroborate his story first, then we can charge him.
Why wait? I mean, it'll ease a lot of fears if people know charges are being filed.
They'll know we have a suspect in custody.
That should be enough to suffice for now.
We should try to retrieve the weapon and the clothes he was wearing.
If he tossed them in the dumpster, they could still be there.
Okay, w hold on, though.
That didn't seem odd to any of you? He just shot people and he just acted like he was recalling what he had for lunch.
Shows the depth of his hatred.
I'm not buying it.
The confession? He did walk us through the whole thing, Maggie.
I know what a killer sounds like.
Ivan sang the words, but he doesn't know the music.
You heard the way he talked.
You don't think that kid has it out for black people? No doubt he's a racist.
But maybe he only confessed so that he could impress his First Order buddies.
He could've killed Caleb Jackson for the same reason.
I mean, he basically said as much.
Listen, that's why it is incumbent upon us to find real evidence.
So, go out and get some.
Report back when you have it.
The trash was probably picked up five hours ago.
It was last night.
How do we even know this is the same garbage? You think Ivan did it, don't you? Yeah, it looks that way.
But we need to make sure, we need to get more evidence, and as long as we do that for every suspect, then What, what? - What do you mean? - What? What does that mean, "every suspect"? Yeah, I don't mean you, I just mean in general.
Yeah, my only goal is to get the right guy.
You know, it has nothing to do with Bureau politics, with the prior threats, color of the kid's skin.
I just I wanna make sure we do this right.
So do I.
So do you wanna search any more dumpsters or are we good? No.
But there is someone else I wanna talk to.
Okay.
I heard a suspect confessed.
So what are they charging him with, capital murder or are they favoring hate crime charges? No charges yet.
Uh, agents have questions about Ivan's confession.
Questions? Yeah, they wanna gather more evidence, corroborate his story.
I get it.
The Bureau wants to soft pedal this guy because they don't want to embarrass themselves for screwing up.
Okay, we're not trying to cover up anything.
Not you, personally.
But my team is? If a black guy confessed to shooting people at an Alt-Right rally, would agents be out looking through trash cans to prove he's innocent? Hell no.
The suspect would be halfway to death row.
This is the kind of story that the people in the community need to know about.
If you want to talk to a reporter, I know someone at "The Ledger" that you can speak with.
A reporter? And what would I tell them? Tell them that the feds are sitting on a confession because they don't want to embarrass themselves for sitting on actionable threats against an African-American nightclub.
I'd do it myself, but the story will be so much bigger and get so much more attention if it came from the inside the FBI.
I can't sell out my people.
Who, agents? Those are your people? Things won't change unless people in power, people like you and me, make it happen.
Just think about it.
I never saw Ivan wearing a hoodie of any kind.
Does he wear a bracelet? No, not that I'm aware of.
Okay, did you spend time with him the night of the shooting? I was working.
What would you say his mood was like? That morning or leading up to that.
He seemed a little distant, angry.
I wish I could give you something else but No, it's my fault, all of this.
I didn't do a good job of shielding him from all of my problems.
All the arguing I tried, but my ex-husband, he's Well, he's not a nice person.
Let's just leave it at that.
We were constantly arguing and Ivan became so full of rage about it all.
So when did he become involved with white nationalists? A few months ago.
I begged him to stay away from it, but Well, how did Ivan's father feel about that? He was horrified.
I mean, he's a son of a bitch and all but he's not a racist.
I tried to get Ivan help.
We went to therapist after therapist, but Sorry.
Thank you for your time.
Is this Ivan? Father-son hunting trip.
Ivan's dad insisted on taking him.
How old is he there? Hmm, about ten.
Ivan loved the crisp mornings, the fresh air, the quiet.
Blood and dead animals scared him to death.
The ex and I felt like hell about it.
Has he ever shown aggression towards animals or pets? My son makes a home for every stray cat in the neighborhood.
Did he ever try hunting again? That's why the thought of Ivan shooting people is so disturbing.
It makes no sense.
Hey, we didn't find any evidence to support or refute Ivan's story.
But we're gonna keep looking.
I'm with Maggie now, guys.
After talking to his mom and learning how spooked he gets at the idea of hunting, I just don't see this kid becoming a killer.
Ivan knew details that had never been reported.
He knew the type of gun, the number of shots.
Yeah, but he was also milling around the crime scene.
I mean, everything he told us, he really could have overheard from witnesses.
Maybe we should show them what we found.
Yes, um.
So while you two were out with the mother, Scola and I did some digging of our own.
A counterfeiting ring turned over a list of fake IDs used to purchase guns from sellers in Brooklyn.
The ring was busted last month.
Dustin Burroughs from Bronxville is one of the names on the list, and agents found this in Ivan's bedroom.
Dustin Burroughs.
So Ivan had a fake ID.
Okay, so this Dustin Burroughs guy actually buy a gun? No, not that we know of.
So you wanna charge Ivan with murder based on a fake ID? No, I wanna charge him based on the fact that he actually confessed.
Plenty of suspects have been convicted on that alone.
Yeah, look, I know this doesn't make much sense, but I'm telling you his tone and mannerisms were off.
Not all killers emote.
Regardless, guys, we need more.
Well, we can hold Ivan for 48 hours, so let's get it right.
Do what you gotta do.
Okay, Maggie, what's next? We already searched the dumpsters and we talked to Ivan's mom.
Ian, the pink wristbands, got anything? Three different venues issued them on Saturday.
I can show you the algorithm I used.
We don't have time for that.
Thanks.
Right, here's the list.
Fundraiser for pregnant teens, the NICU at a hospital in Queens, and a Brooklyn nightclub called Club Nero.
Club Nero was handing out pink wristbands on Saturday night? Yep, with a wristband you got access to every floor in the club.
Okay, I'm all for confirming that Ivan was wearing a wristband, but that club had to have handed out hundreds of them.
I know, it's not much.
But if it's a clue, we gotta track this down.
Okay.
A white dude showed up wearing sneakers and a hoodie the other night.
But that ain't him.
Well, what'd he look like? He was older.
Good looking dude.
Not as fresh faced as that kid.
His clothes weren't kosher, like at all.
I let him in because it was early.
I figured he'd run up a tab at the bar.
And did he? Yeah, sat here for hours.
Are these security cameras on? Should be.
We need the video from Saturday night.
Still no charges? How long they gonna drag this out? It's time to call that reporter.
You know it's the right move.
Our friend unhappy about the delay in charges? Just wants to do right by the people in Bushwick.
You know, the victims.
So do the rest of us.
Oh, he's got inside your head, huh? Just do what you think is right.
Not what Damon thinks.
You were promoted to special agent because you're smart, 'cause you've demonstrated that you can make the right decision when the pressure is on.
Just remember that.
Okay? Exact same clothes as the shooter.
Yup.
Hey, Maggie just sent over a still of the suspect from Club Nero.
Oh.
- Pull it up.
- Yeah.
What's going on? Maggie and OA got a photo of the shooter.
Yeah.
Maggie was right.
Ivan's not our killer.
First priority, we identify our mystery man in that photo.
I'm running it through facial recognition.
I'll help.
It'll go faster with two people.
Let us know if you find a match.
Maggie just sent over the surveillance video.
Pulling it up right now.
Let's find him, too, the bartender.
Maybe he knows something.
Maggie and OA are talking to him right now.
I remember that guy.
I didn't get a name or anything, but I do remember him.
He kinda had an intense vibe.
Is he like a mafioso or in the import-export biz maybe? Those guys always seem shady.
Look, why don't we ask you the questions? Right, my bad.
Did he say why he came in? I figured it was for the Oliver Samuel Reserve.
What, the whiskey? - You know it? - Yeah.
I don't drink.
Twelve-stepper? - Ah, I did it again, didn't I? - Yeah.
Uh, we don't keep the real expensive stuff on the shelf.
Only people in the know order the stuff.
Would you say he was familiar with this place, then? No, he knew we carried it because he used to drive the trucks that deliver it to bars and liquor stores around Brooklyn.
Okay.
Yeah, I recognize him.
Name's Jim.
Jim Housley Dietz.
Does he work here? Used to, but I fired him the other day.
Personally, I like the kid.
Hard worker, smart, charismatic.
Well, then, why'd you let him go? The other day, he went off on an Afro-American store owner.
I think you mean African-American.
Yeah.
Did he physically threaten him? No, just called him all kinda names.
Racist stuff.
Did Jim have a problem with African-Americans? Not that I ever knew.
But there was no way I could keep him on after that.
How'd he take that? Like any man would.
Not well.
He started making excuses.
Said something about breaking up with his girl.
The last time I checked, heartbreak don't make you a racist.
All right, we need you to get Jim's home address.
Yeah.
FBI, we have a warrant for Jim Housley Dietz.
FBI, we have a warrant! Run the walls! All clear.
Check this out.
Nine millimeter.
Consistent with a Glock 17.
Well, let's make sure we bag those.
Hey, left his computer on.
Check this out.
That's the hype girl from the club, Patrice.
Didn't she mention that she was supposed to work at another nightclub the night of the shooting? That could've been Club Nero.
So maybe that's why Jim went there first.
So that means that Jim's goal wasn't some racist mass shooting.
He had one target.
Patrice.
Is Patrice's phone still off? We still can't track it.
What about her parents? We tried texting them but their phones must be off too.
Not one of her 1,000-plus friends or followers know where she is? Well, everyone we spoke to claims that Patrice never told them where she was going.
Get each of them in here.
Now.
Is Patrice here? Are you here to talk to her about the shooting? Is she here? No, I'm her roommate.
Jasmine.
We've been trying to contact her.
She left this morning.
Left to go where? She didn't say.
Caleb's death, the shooting, hit her hard.
She said she needed to go off the grid for a while to clear her head.
So she shut off all her devices and packed a suitcase and split.
Do you have any idea where she went? I told her she probably shouldn't be alone.
But she insisted.
Okay, well, someone has to know where she went.
Parents or friends? I can get you her mom and dad's number, but they're flying back from South Africa right now.
They cut their vacation short when they heard what happened.
Okay, do you know a guy named Jim Housley Dietz? Yeah, he and Patrice had a thing, but he started acting kinda creepy.
What do you mean? Patrice isn't the "in a relationship" type.
And he got freakily possessive.
When she pulled back, he went neo-Nazi on her.
Which is strange, because hello, she's a sister.
So she ghosted him.
Blocked his number, his email.
How long ago was this? Uh, a few weeks ago, I think.
Does Jim have something to do with the shooting? Because he showed up here today.
When? A couple hours ago, maybe.
He said that he heard the news about the shooting and wanted to check in on Patrice.
And Patrice has no idea that he came here? No, Jim was, like, ancient history to her.
But you have no idea where she is? I try not to get too involved with Patrice's affairs.
Oh, my God, if Jim shot those people at the club.
Jasmine, it's gonna be okay.
We're gonna have undercover agents outside of your door.
Here's my card.
If Patrice or Jim contact you, let us know immediately.
All right, everyone, listen up.
I am about to tell you something that cannot leave this room.
Understand? Your friend Patrice was the intended target of Saturday's shooting.
That's why it is imperative that we speak with her.
So, whoever knows where she is, spill it now.
- Hey.
- We found Patrice.
She's at a friend's vacation home in Northport.
Just sent you the address.
And the suspect's cell phone just hit off a tower near the Long Island Expressway.
Do you think he figured out where Patrice is? It's possible; this house is Patrice's safe space.
There's a good chance he knows about it.
On our way.
There's no cars in the driveway.
Yeah, but Jim can't be far behind.
Patrice.
I'm Agent Bell.
This is Special Agent Zidan.
We met before.
We need you to come with us now.
We have reason to believe you may be in danger.
No, I'm I'm fine.
We believe that your ex-boyfriend, Jim, was the shooter at X2.
And he was there looking for you.
You were the intended target.
Uh, no, no.
Jim Jim would never hurt me.
He's a good guy.
Look, we have evidence suggesting otherwise.
But if we can just get you to a safer location, then we can get into this in more detail.
No, I'm okay.
I'll stay here.
I swear, I feel perfectly safe here, really.
I don't need to go.
You don't have to worry.
I promise, really, I Okay, come on.
It's okay.
Okay, go hide behind the car.
Don't move.
OA, where are you? OA.
This is Special Agent Maggie Bell.
Roll an ambo to 35 Saratoga Drive.
We got a suspect down, two shots to the chest.
He's dead.
You okay? Yeah.
It just knocked the wind outta me.
Thanks.
I got your back.
- It's over? - Yep.
Maggie and OA are on the way back with Patrice now.
We dodged a bullet.
If that shooter had been a First Order member I know.
But he wasn't.
He was just a jilted boyfriend.
Well, I want to find out why Threat Response dismissed the threats at the club.
You know why.
They did a baseline check and, given the intel available, there was nothing left to be done.
You know that for a fact? No, but I did my time in that squad, making those calls.
And I know that, when you're triaging threats, you can follow the policy guidelines to the letter and still get it wrong.
Well, maybe those guidelines need adjusting.
Well, that's possible, but I'm not sure it's something you can fix.
I think it's just the nature of threat response.
It's an imperfect science.
You just hope that nobody dies because of it.
Well, maybe perfection is impossible, but I at least want to review what happened.
It's not our area.
Well, maybe we need to make it our area.
We have to do something because, next time, we might not be so lucky.
- Congratulations.
- Hey, thank you, you too.
Hey, can I ask you, um, why you were so sure Ivan didn't do it? See you.
A feeling, I guess.
I mean, it had nothing to do with the politics or the race, if that's what you're saying.
Look, Maggie, I know what kind of agent and what kind of person you are, and I know that you would never consciously act out of prejudice.
But I also know good people, well-intentioned people, can sometimes have blind spots when it comes to stuff like this.
So I have to ask.
Okay.
Okay, um, look, if you feel like something is wrong or if you see that I'm missing something, please, I want you to tell me that.
That's important to me.
Because I Because I wanna be standing with you, helping you sound the alarm.
Okay.
I am still wondering why you were so sure Ivan wasn't the guy.
I mean, what did you see that the rest of us didn't? A middle-aged man crippled with guilt and shame.
My father.
He was a cop for 30 years, and he was really good at his job.
But when he was first starting out, he had this case.
He got a murder confession from a young kid, 19 years old.
And three days later that kid killed himself in a lockup.
Turns out he was innocent.
So I've got my dad in my ear all the time, talking about how important it is to be careful with confessions.
You know, make sure they know the music, not just the words.
That makes sense.
- Congrats.
- Thank you.
Glad you got a good result.
But let's face it, you got lucky, especially your girl, Maggie.
Mm-mm, no.
I don't think she got lucky.
What was it then? I think she's just good.
Oh, my God.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where you think you're going? Oh, I know we're a little casual, but it's the end of the night, so we didn't think it - Sorry, doors are closed.
- Come on, we just wanna dance.
Yo, are you serious? Give 'em a break, dude.
Listen, most folks that come here just stand around taking selfies.
Let the sisters in.
Yeah, well, that sign says I got the right to turn away anybody I want.
You sure about that? 'Cause the Federal Civil Rights Act states "Privately owned places of public accommodation "cannot discriminate on the basis of race, color, national origin, or religion.
" Told you it'd be fun.
Now get over there.
- No.
- Boy.
Go.
- Run! - Come on! Detective Stokes, what do we know? Shooter burst in shortly after 3:00 a.
m.
One dead, three wounded.
It was the end of the night.
Place was packed.
Shocking there weren't more victims.
Agent Chazal, good to see you out in the field, and yeah, you're right, it could've been much worse.
The victim rushed the shooter, saved a lot of lives.
Caleb Jackson, 21-year-old student at UVA.
Took three shots to the abdomen.
We know anything about the shooter? White male, early 20s.
Checking security camera footage.
Those the witnesses? Yeah.
That's a lot of ground to cover.
You know, Hate Crimes can handle it.
No, we got it.
Let us know if you need our help.
Will do.
Hey, everything okay? You know I've been doing a lot of cases in this neighborhood.
Yeah, we crossed paths on a few of them.
People trust me.
They look to me for solutions.
Lately, I've been hearing a lot about how the feds aren't as engaged when we're the victims.
Look at all these agents.
Yeah, you're here now.
Some of us are thinking that this shooting could have been avoided.
There was an incident here no more than a week ago.
What kind of incident? Three guys from a white supremacist group threatened to shoot people standing in line.
Which white supremacist group are we talking about? The First Order.
That doesn't sound like their style.
We've been told that the feds were handling it.
I'm sure there's an explanation.
Yeah, you're probably right.
I might be out of line to say this Say what? You wear it well.
The badge.
All right, listen up.
We got a mass shooter in the wind.
One dead, three injured.
Name of the club is X2.
It's in the Bushwick neighborhood of Brooklyn.
Predominantly African-American.
Apparently the spot for underground hip-hop and R&B.
So inquiring minds wanna know, why this club? Hey, Maggie just sent over surveillance video from the club.
Ian, got it? Cueing it up now.
All right.
This the only angle? Yeah, the only angle where the gunman is fully visible.
The only thing this video establishes is that it's a man.
We'll get a description from someone who was there.
Okay.
I stepped away for a minute to cover the bartender.
Next thing you know, some white dude comes in with a Glock.
Tried to get people out of the way, but dude was on a mission.
He immediately opened fire? Nah, he kinda advanced his way through, you know? What did he look like? Was he tall, short? Have any distinguishing marks? White dude in a dark hoodie.
Did you get a good look at his face? Yeah, absolutely.
I mean, it was dark, but he looked right at me.
What did he look like? White skin, brownish curls, and dark eyes.
I'll never forget those eyes.
Steel blue, real Aryan-looking.
And his wrist glowed in the dark.
He had one of those bands around his wrist.
Like an exercise tracker? More like the ones that promote cancer awareness.
Maybe it was one of those glow sticks.
I don't know.
Whatever it was, it was pink.
- A wristband? - Yeah.
I can't say.
I didn't really see him.
Where were you when he opened fire? Over there.
I'm sorry.
It's just that I'm I'm the one who convinced Caleb to come.
You knew him? He was an old friend from way back.
During the summers, he works two jobs to pay for school.
And I just I wanted him to have a good time, you know? I mean, convincing people to come out and have fun is literally what I do.
What do you mean? As a job? I'm one of the hype girls.
We get influencers into the club.
You know, the Insta-stars, the beautiful people.
They help raise the club's profile.
Uh, I was planning on working at a club across town, but the owner offered a bigger cut of the tables here, so.
I'm sorry, just All I keep picturing is Caleb just lying there.
I'm assuming we all got much of the same thing? Yeah, our suspect has blond, dark brown, straight or curly hair with blue or brown eyes and a slight to medium build.
That is the problem with cross-racial identification.
Descriptions from a different race can be wildly inaccurate.
Yeah, well, it doesn't help that the club was dark, and the alcohol was flowing.
So where's that leave us? We're getting the video surveillance from outside, but the angle's probably too wide to give us anything worthwhile.
Witnesses did say that they saw him with a pink wristband.
And we got the shell casings that were recovered.
You know, there might be something else too.
There was a hate crime incident a week ago.
White supremacists threatened a group of club-goers.
- Threatened them how? - They pulled up in a van We asked them for help and it didn't matter! They knew black people were being threatened.
And what'd they do? Not a damn thing.
This family deserves answers.
- Victim's parents? - Gotta be.
We should go talk to them.
That's an interesting condolence card.
It's not a condolence card.
It's an insignia for the First Order.
The group that made the threat.
All right, NYPD, who is supporting this investigation, brought to our attention that this club was recently targeted by a hate group called the First Order.
You wanna fill us in? Witnesses reported that three white men in a black Jeep with a First Order bumper sticker shouted at a crowd waiting outside the club, and I quote "Get my gun, it's time to do some street cleaning.
" - Who called it in? - Club-goers.
The whole thing was caught on video camera.
And this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
These guys have pulled off similar stunts like this in the past, but it's finally escalated.
What did they say when they were brought in for questioning? I mean, I'm assuming the car was traced and the suspects were identified.
Agents never followed up.
How is that possible? Threat response made the call.
They've got a specific criteria.
Not our job to second guess.
I beg your pardon, but if you had second guessed, then maybe Caleb Jackson might still be alive.
How 'bout we focus on what's in front of us right now? Our shooter is still out there.
I think we can all agree that's a problem.
Let's start by identifying the First Order.
- Who are they? - Yeah.
This guy is the face of the group.
Bruce Gulley, he's the founder.
He's a white nationalist who's all about separating the races for "the betterment of society.
" He has a website, a podcast, a chat room designed to rile up the masses, but no one has resorted to violence - Perhaps until now.
- Right.
Any physical evidence tying Bruce Gulley to the shooting? Ballistics could only confirm that the shells were consistent with a Glock 17.
And we're searching social media for any cell phone images that were taken by the lookie-loos at the crime scene.
And we're scanning the calling card for fingerprints.
Here we go.
- What, prints? - Sort of.
Home printers, they embed hidden metadata into documents now, and I traced the First Order's calling card to an HP printer registered to our pal, Bruce Gulley.
Get him in here.
- Maggie, OA.
- Yeah.
Great.
Yeah, I printed it.
So what? I printed hundreds of them.
I don't control where they wind up.
Well, this one wound up at the scene of a nightclub shooting.
And that means I did it.
Lines up with your desire to rid Bushwick of all blacks and Hispanics.
Seems a little thin to me.
Well, then you throw in the threats you made to the people outside the club, and it seems a lot less circumstantial.
Your last statement, especially.
What statement? "Get my gun"? "It's time to do some street cleaning.
" Guy in a Jeep just like yours yelled at a group of 21-year-olds.
I like saying provocative things.
I think it was a threat.
One that you decided to make good on last night.
I didn't.
So then, where were you at 3:00 a.
m.
? Home, in bed.
Anyone with you? Girlfriend was out of town and I'm a faithful guy, so no.
You're not helping yourself, Bruce.
Run a check on my phone or whatever.
It'll show you I was home all night.
What about your buddies? Hmm? Your website says you have hundreds of members.
Did you rile up one of those idiots and have them push your agenda? If someone takes my words out of context and resorts to violence, that's on them.
I want the names of all of your members.
I don't have to give you a damn thing.
I hate the guy, but we need more than that to hold him.
If Gulley or one of his members was, indeed, the shooter, we've got a real problem.
The club received multiple threats, we didn't act, and a young man died.
At least that's how reporters are gonna see it.
And frankly, they'll be right.
Scola's got a lead.
What do you got? Lookie-loo recorded a video outside the club.
Let's see.
He got any affiliation with the First Order? We have profiles on a lot of these guys.
Names, photos.
They're in our system.
- He is not.
- He could be a new recruit.
Why else would he leave the card? Run it through facial rec.
Which you already have.
And? Nothing came up.
So release it to the public.
I mean, somebody out there must know this punk.
Mm-mm, we release a photo, he might run.
But what other choice do we have? You know what? I might know someone that can help.
- Isobel, this is Hank Cafferty.
- Pleasure.
Hank is a former white supremacist.
Ah, let's go to my office.
We crossed paths on a case a few years back.
Which is another way of saying Jubal arrested me.
Now I work to get others out of the life.
So, look, we were hoping you could take a look at this photo.
We believe this kid is a First Order recruit.
- You ever seen him? - He in trouble? Looks that way.
Yeah, I've seen him a couple times at a sporting goods store downtown.
It's popular with First Order members, Neo-Nazis.
They got all the privileges of middle-class family but full of pent up anger.
Angry enough to kill? I'd say no.
Not yet, anyway.
They empower each other.
I tried talking to this kid, but I couldn't get through.
Like reinforced steel.
You have his name? Ivan Childress, 18.
His parents divorced when he was six.
A stormy marriage led to an even stormier divorce.
They shared custody, but their arguments got so out of hand, a judge ordered them to hand off Ivan at a police precinct.
So the die was cast early on for little Ivan.
He was thrown out of two private schools for aggressive behavior.
He's currently being homeschooled by his mom.
It seems to fit the profile of these white nationalists.
Angry, disaffected.
Get a search warrant.
Yes, ma'am.
FBI, open up.
We have a warrant for Ivan Childress.
He isn't here.
Enter, team, let's go.
What the hell are you doing? - Go! - He isn't here! Hey! Let's go lower right.
- Copy that.
- Federal agents! - Upstairs clear.
- Let's go run the wall.
He's running through the backyard.
No.
Leave him alone.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used - against you in a court of law.
- Ivan You have the right to an attorney.
Stop.
I don't need an attorney.
I did it.
I'm the shooter.
I didn't need any help.
So you alone just went to this club and shot those people? That's right.
Me, alone.
All Bruce and those other guys do is bitch about how the blacks and the Mexicans and all the others are ruining this country.
I got tired of all the yapping.
I thought it was time to start doing.
Do we know if he was in the car with Gulley when they threatened the club? Uh, not sure.
Let's find out.
The mayor's gonna wanna know how bad this is.
Did we ignore threats made by the actual shooter at the actual location of the shooting? So what did you do? Exactly.
I walked in with my Glock, and I started firing, And then this dude rushed me.
Big, black guy.
He was going for my gun, so I blasted him.
How many times? Three.
Then what? He dropped, so I got the hell out of there.
Have you ever shot anyone before? No, but it's not that complicated.
Where's the gun now? We sent agents to your house, they searched it, no gun.
Adrenaline was pumping, so I tossed the gun and my clothes, which was not the smartest move, but I didn't want the blood of those people on me like that.
Where? Where what? Where did you toss the gun and the clothes? In a dumpster about a block or so from the club.
So you got away.
Why go back and leave a calling card? It's important to spread the message.
Those guys wouldn't actually believe that I did it.
I mean, to think of the look on their faces.
So you did it for them.
I did it for my countrymen.
My people.
We're taking the country back.
Show me your wrist.
Your other one.
Where's your bracelet? I told you.
I dropped everything, all right? Now just give me a damn statement to sign or whatever.
We'll get the paperwork started now.
Nice work.
Just another angry kid looking for a place to put his anger.
We should let the families know before it hits the news.
No, we need to corroborate his story first, then we can charge him.
Why wait? I mean, it'll ease a lot of fears if people know charges are being filed.
They'll know we have a suspect in custody.
That should be enough to suffice for now.
We should try to retrieve the weapon and the clothes he was wearing.
If he tossed them in the dumpster, they could still be there.
Okay, w hold on, though.
That didn't seem odd to any of you? He just shot people and he just acted like he was recalling what he had for lunch.
Shows the depth of his hatred.
I'm not buying it.
The confession? He did walk us through the whole thing, Maggie.
I know what a killer sounds like.
Ivan sang the words, but he doesn't know the music.
You heard the way he talked.
You don't think that kid has it out for black people? No doubt he's a racist.
But maybe he only confessed so that he could impress his First Order buddies.
He could've killed Caleb Jackson for the same reason.
I mean, he basically said as much.
Listen, that's why it is incumbent upon us to find real evidence.
So, go out and get some.
Report back when you have it.
The trash was probably picked up five hours ago.
It was last night.
How do we even know this is the same garbage? You think Ivan did it, don't you? Yeah, it looks that way.
But we need to make sure, we need to get more evidence, and as long as we do that for every suspect, then What, what? - What do you mean? - What? What does that mean, "every suspect"? Yeah, I don't mean you, I just mean in general.
Yeah, my only goal is to get the right guy.
You know, it has nothing to do with Bureau politics, with the prior threats, color of the kid's skin.
I just I wanna make sure we do this right.
So do I.
So do you wanna search any more dumpsters or are we good? No.
But there is someone else I wanna talk to.
Okay.
I heard a suspect confessed.
So what are they charging him with, capital murder or are they favoring hate crime charges? No charges yet.
Uh, agents have questions about Ivan's confession.
Questions? Yeah, they wanna gather more evidence, corroborate his story.
I get it.
The Bureau wants to soft pedal this guy because they don't want to embarrass themselves for screwing up.
Okay, we're not trying to cover up anything.
Not you, personally.
But my team is? If a black guy confessed to shooting people at an Alt-Right rally, would agents be out looking through trash cans to prove he's innocent? Hell no.
The suspect would be halfway to death row.
This is the kind of story that the people in the community need to know about.
If you want to talk to a reporter, I know someone at "The Ledger" that you can speak with.
A reporter? And what would I tell them? Tell them that the feds are sitting on a confession because they don't want to embarrass themselves for sitting on actionable threats against an African-American nightclub.
I'd do it myself, but the story will be so much bigger and get so much more attention if it came from the inside the FBI.
I can't sell out my people.
Who, agents? Those are your people? Things won't change unless people in power, people like you and me, make it happen.
Just think about it.
I never saw Ivan wearing a hoodie of any kind.
Does he wear a bracelet? No, not that I'm aware of.
Okay, did you spend time with him the night of the shooting? I was working.
What would you say his mood was like? That morning or leading up to that.
He seemed a little distant, angry.
I wish I could give you something else but No, it's my fault, all of this.
I didn't do a good job of shielding him from all of my problems.
All the arguing I tried, but my ex-husband, he's Well, he's not a nice person.
Let's just leave it at that.
We were constantly arguing and Ivan became so full of rage about it all.
So when did he become involved with white nationalists? A few months ago.
I begged him to stay away from it, but Well, how did Ivan's father feel about that? He was horrified.
I mean, he's a son of a bitch and all but he's not a racist.
I tried to get Ivan help.
We went to therapist after therapist, but Sorry.
Thank you for your time.
Is this Ivan? Father-son hunting trip.
Ivan's dad insisted on taking him.
How old is he there? Hmm, about ten.
Ivan loved the crisp mornings, the fresh air, the quiet.
Blood and dead animals scared him to death.
The ex and I felt like hell about it.
Has he ever shown aggression towards animals or pets? My son makes a home for every stray cat in the neighborhood.
Did he ever try hunting again? That's why the thought of Ivan shooting people is so disturbing.
It makes no sense.
Hey, we didn't find any evidence to support or refute Ivan's story.
But we're gonna keep looking.
I'm with Maggie now, guys.
After talking to his mom and learning how spooked he gets at the idea of hunting, I just don't see this kid becoming a killer.
Ivan knew details that had never been reported.
He knew the type of gun, the number of shots.
Yeah, but he was also milling around the crime scene.
I mean, everything he told us, he really could have overheard from witnesses.
Maybe we should show them what we found.
Yes, um.
So while you two were out with the mother, Scola and I did some digging of our own.
A counterfeiting ring turned over a list of fake IDs used to purchase guns from sellers in Brooklyn.
The ring was busted last month.
Dustin Burroughs from Bronxville is one of the names on the list, and agents found this in Ivan's bedroom.
Dustin Burroughs.
So Ivan had a fake ID.
Okay, so this Dustin Burroughs guy actually buy a gun? No, not that we know of.
So you wanna charge Ivan with murder based on a fake ID? No, I wanna charge him based on the fact that he actually confessed.
Plenty of suspects have been convicted on that alone.
Yeah, look, I know this doesn't make much sense, but I'm telling you his tone and mannerisms were off.
Not all killers emote.
Regardless, guys, we need more.
Well, we can hold Ivan for 48 hours, so let's get it right.
Do what you gotta do.
Okay, Maggie, what's next? We already searched the dumpsters and we talked to Ivan's mom.
Ian, the pink wristbands, got anything? Three different venues issued them on Saturday.
I can show you the algorithm I used.
We don't have time for that.
Thanks.
Right, here's the list.
Fundraiser for pregnant teens, the NICU at a hospital in Queens, and a Brooklyn nightclub called Club Nero.
Club Nero was handing out pink wristbands on Saturday night? Yep, with a wristband you got access to every floor in the club.
Okay, I'm all for confirming that Ivan was wearing a wristband, but that club had to have handed out hundreds of them.
I know, it's not much.
But if it's a clue, we gotta track this down.
Okay.
A white dude showed up wearing sneakers and a hoodie the other night.
But that ain't him.
Well, what'd he look like? He was older.
Good looking dude.
Not as fresh faced as that kid.
His clothes weren't kosher, like at all.
I let him in because it was early.
I figured he'd run up a tab at the bar.
And did he? Yeah, sat here for hours.
Are these security cameras on? Should be.
We need the video from Saturday night.
Still no charges? How long they gonna drag this out? It's time to call that reporter.
You know it's the right move.
Our friend unhappy about the delay in charges? Just wants to do right by the people in Bushwick.
You know, the victims.
So do the rest of us.
Oh, he's got inside your head, huh? Just do what you think is right.
Not what Damon thinks.
You were promoted to special agent because you're smart, 'cause you've demonstrated that you can make the right decision when the pressure is on.
Just remember that.
Okay? Exact same clothes as the shooter.
Yup.
Hey, Maggie just sent over a still of the suspect from Club Nero.
Oh.
- Pull it up.
- Yeah.
What's going on? Maggie and OA got a photo of the shooter.
Yeah.
Maggie was right.
Ivan's not our killer.
First priority, we identify our mystery man in that photo.
I'm running it through facial recognition.
I'll help.
It'll go faster with two people.
Let us know if you find a match.
Maggie just sent over the surveillance video.
Pulling it up right now.
Let's find him, too, the bartender.
Maybe he knows something.
Maggie and OA are talking to him right now.
I remember that guy.
I didn't get a name or anything, but I do remember him.
He kinda had an intense vibe.
Is he like a mafioso or in the import-export biz maybe? Those guys always seem shady.
Look, why don't we ask you the questions? Right, my bad.
Did he say why he came in? I figured it was for the Oliver Samuel Reserve.
What, the whiskey? - You know it? - Yeah.
I don't drink.
Twelve-stepper? - Ah, I did it again, didn't I? - Yeah.
Uh, we don't keep the real expensive stuff on the shelf.
Only people in the know order the stuff.
Would you say he was familiar with this place, then? No, he knew we carried it because he used to drive the trucks that deliver it to bars and liquor stores around Brooklyn.
Okay.
Yeah, I recognize him.
Name's Jim.
Jim Housley Dietz.
Does he work here? Used to, but I fired him the other day.
Personally, I like the kid.
Hard worker, smart, charismatic.
Well, then, why'd you let him go? The other day, he went off on an Afro-American store owner.
I think you mean African-American.
Yeah.
Did he physically threaten him? No, just called him all kinda names.
Racist stuff.
Did Jim have a problem with African-Americans? Not that I ever knew.
But there was no way I could keep him on after that.
How'd he take that? Like any man would.
Not well.
He started making excuses.
Said something about breaking up with his girl.
The last time I checked, heartbreak don't make you a racist.
All right, we need you to get Jim's home address.
Yeah.
FBI, we have a warrant for Jim Housley Dietz.
FBI, we have a warrant! Run the walls! All clear.
Check this out.
Nine millimeter.
Consistent with a Glock 17.
Well, let's make sure we bag those.
Hey, left his computer on.
Check this out.
That's the hype girl from the club, Patrice.
Didn't she mention that she was supposed to work at another nightclub the night of the shooting? That could've been Club Nero.
So maybe that's why Jim went there first.
So that means that Jim's goal wasn't some racist mass shooting.
He had one target.
Patrice.
Is Patrice's phone still off? We still can't track it.
What about her parents? We tried texting them but their phones must be off too.
Not one of her 1,000-plus friends or followers know where she is? Well, everyone we spoke to claims that Patrice never told them where she was going.
Get each of them in here.
Now.
Is Patrice here? Are you here to talk to her about the shooting? Is she here? No, I'm her roommate.
Jasmine.
We've been trying to contact her.
She left this morning.
Left to go where? She didn't say.
Caleb's death, the shooting, hit her hard.
She said she needed to go off the grid for a while to clear her head.
So she shut off all her devices and packed a suitcase and split.
Do you have any idea where she went? I told her she probably shouldn't be alone.
But she insisted.
Okay, well, someone has to know where she went.
Parents or friends? I can get you her mom and dad's number, but they're flying back from South Africa right now.
They cut their vacation short when they heard what happened.
Okay, do you know a guy named Jim Housley Dietz? Yeah, he and Patrice had a thing, but he started acting kinda creepy.
What do you mean? Patrice isn't the "in a relationship" type.
And he got freakily possessive.
When she pulled back, he went neo-Nazi on her.
Which is strange, because hello, she's a sister.
So she ghosted him.
Blocked his number, his email.
How long ago was this? Uh, a few weeks ago, I think.
Does Jim have something to do with the shooting? Because he showed up here today.
When? A couple hours ago, maybe.
He said that he heard the news about the shooting and wanted to check in on Patrice.
And Patrice has no idea that he came here? No, Jim was, like, ancient history to her.
But you have no idea where she is? I try not to get too involved with Patrice's affairs.
Oh, my God, if Jim shot those people at the club.
Jasmine, it's gonna be okay.
We're gonna have undercover agents outside of your door.
Here's my card.
If Patrice or Jim contact you, let us know immediately.
All right, everyone, listen up.
I am about to tell you something that cannot leave this room.
Understand? Your friend Patrice was the intended target of Saturday's shooting.
That's why it is imperative that we speak with her.
So, whoever knows where she is, spill it now.
- Hey.
- We found Patrice.
She's at a friend's vacation home in Northport.
Just sent you the address.
And the suspect's cell phone just hit off a tower near the Long Island Expressway.
Do you think he figured out where Patrice is? It's possible; this house is Patrice's safe space.
There's a good chance he knows about it.
On our way.
There's no cars in the driveway.
Yeah, but Jim can't be far behind.
Patrice.
I'm Agent Bell.
This is Special Agent Zidan.
We met before.
We need you to come with us now.
We have reason to believe you may be in danger.
No, I'm I'm fine.
We believe that your ex-boyfriend, Jim, was the shooter at X2.
And he was there looking for you.
You were the intended target.
Uh, no, no.
Jim Jim would never hurt me.
He's a good guy.
Look, we have evidence suggesting otherwise.
But if we can just get you to a safer location, then we can get into this in more detail.
No, I'm okay.
I'll stay here.
I swear, I feel perfectly safe here, really.
I don't need to go.
You don't have to worry.
I promise, really, I Okay, come on.
It's okay.
Okay, go hide behind the car.
Don't move.
OA, where are you? OA.
This is Special Agent Maggie Bell.
Roll an ambo to 35 Saratoga Drive.
We got a suspect down, two shots to the chest.
He's dead.
You okay? Yeah.
It just knocked the wind outta me.
Thanks.
I got your back.
- It's over? - Yep.
Maggie and OA are on the way back with Patrice now.
We dodged a bullet.
If that shooter had been a First Order member I know.
But he wasn't.
He was just a jilted boyfriend.
Well, I want to find out why Threat Response dismissed the threats at the club.
You know why.
They did a baseline check and, given the intel available, there was nothing left to be done.
You know that for a fact? No, but I did my time in that squad, making those calls.
And I know that, when you're triaging threats, you can follow the policy guidelines to the letter and still get it wrong.
Well, maybe those guidelines need adjusting.
Well, that's possible, but I'm not sure it's something you can fix.
I think it's just the nature of threat response.
It's an imperfect science.
You just hope that nobody dies because of it.
Well, maybe perfection is impossible, but I at least want to review what happened.
It's not our area.
Well, maybe we need to make it our area.
We have to do something because, next time, we might not be so lucky.
- Congratulations.
- Hey, thank you, you too.
Hey, can I ask you, um, why you were so sure Ivan didn't do it? See you.
A feeling, I guess.
I mean, it had nothing to do with the politics or the race, if that's what you're saying.
Look, Maggie, I know what kind of agent and what kind of person you are, and I know that you would never consciously act out of prejudice.
But I also know good people, well-intentioned people, can sometimes have blind spots when it comes to stuff like this.
So I have to ask.
Okay.
Okay, um, look, if you feel like something is wrong or if you see that I'm missing something, please, I want you to tell me that.
That's important to me.
Because I Because I wanna be standing with you, helping you sound the alarm.
Okay.
I am still wondering why you were so sure Ivan wasn't the guy.
I mean, what did you see that the rest of us didn't? A middle-aged man crippled with guilt and shame.
My father.
He was a cop for 30 years, and he was really good at his job.
But when he was first starting out, he had this case.
He got a murder confession from a young kid, 19 years old.
And three days later that kid killed himself in a lockup.
Turns out he was innocent.
So I've got my dad in my ear all the time, talking about how important it is to be careful with confessions.
You know, make sure they know the music, not just the words.
That makes sense.
- Congrats.
- Thank you.
Glad you got a good result.
But let's face it, you got lucky, especially your girl, Maggie.
Mm-mm, no.
I don't think she got lucky.
What was it then? I think she's just good.