Rogue (2013) s04e10 Episode Script
A Good Leaving Alone
ETHAN: Previously on Rogue - (GRUNTING) - (SCREAMING) - (CHOKING) - (PANTING) I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
I'm Officer Soto.
Was there anybody else in the house apart from your wife and daughter? I never said I had a daughter.
- (DOOR OPENS) - Oh, sorry, Cody, I thought (SCREAMS) Shit! Why is the Ombello Group targeting federal accountants? Maybe they uncovered something about Ombello.
We have a problem.
They taught me how to do this on the towelheads.
And here I am doing it to one of our own.
American hero no less.
The whole fucking restaurant! They're saying over 30 people dead.
Who planted the bomb? Was it you? No.
Let me tell you something about these people.
The minute you come to them with a problem, you are the problem.
Maybe Nicholas Brady is not who he says he is.
What did they do with Phan? The girls are guinea pigs.
It's a clinical trial! Ombello runs it.
The government is funding it! Thanks a lot Officer, uh, Parvey, huh? Drive safe.
Who's that? He's a cop that pulled me over on the way to Cardello's.
Hi.
Nicholas Brady, please.
The road's closed, ma'am.
You're gonna have to turn around.
- What's going on? - There's been a mugging.
She's dead, Ethan.
Regan's dead.
They killed her.
(THEME SONG PLAYING) ANNOUNCER: Bus 1034, bus 1034 to Dillon Beach.
Now boarding.
What was the last thing Regan said to you? She said she met a friend of hers, this US Attorney, Paul Rainsford.
Hmm.
That they had uncovered something and that she needed to tell me in person.
That's it.
I got to go see him.
I need to find out what they know.
Hey, Clea, what if he got her killed? But Regan already had the information when she called.
So why would he tell her anything if he was with them? All right.
I wanna come with you.
To the US Attorney's Office? Listen I'm the one who got her in this fucking mess.
Yeah, you are.
And you have to live with that.
And I'm the one who persuaded her to go after Brady.
So that's on me.
We're gonna nail these fuckers to the wall.
(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) This is the same Assistant DA that was working on the case to get the chip out of that girl's head.
Now why the fuck was I on her radar at all? Nicholas, calm down.
Don't fucking tell me to calm down! I'll calm down when I fucking well want to! Now why don't you do something a little more useful and explain to me how the fuck this happened? Faulkner was a hiccup.
She's been handled.
Went down as a mugging.
Because I handled it.
Oh.
A little blood on the hands is good for the soul.
Don't ever put me in that position again.
And what about Ben Olson? Handled.
- And his house? - Spotless.
You could invite your mother to eat off the kitchen floor.
I wouldn't invite my mother to eat anywhere.
The only thing left is Kelly.
He will be found resisting arrest and that will be the end of it.
No more keeping me in the dark.
And no more fucking surprises.
No more surprises.
SLEADER: All right, everybody listen up.
We will be extending the FBI every cooperation in the search for Ethan Kelly.
Everything else goes on the back burner.
Understood? - POLICEWOMAN: Yes, sir.
- (ALL AGREEING) SLEADER: Where's Annou? Uh, family.
Her dad okay? You'd have to ask her, sir.
Tried.
Not answering her phone.
You tell Annou if she wants a job past Friday to get her butt in here.
Road blocks have been set up around the city.
Ports and airports are on alert.
Authorities say they believe Kelly is still in the Bay Area.
MALE REPORTER: He is considered to be armed and dangerous.
Police have warned the public that if he is sighted (POLICE SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE) We checked local hospitals, morgues.
Dr.
Everett hasn't showed up at work, nor at home.
Assume he's a loss.
We have to discredit him.
Start a paper trail of titty bars, casinos, you know the drill.
On it.
Where are we on Detective Annou's vehicle? We found that, yet? - We're working on it.
- Work harder.
She's a cop.
She knows which tolls to avoid, red light cameras not to go through.
You don't want to report the car as stolen No, I don't want all of SFPD looking for it.
Just our people.
How did things go with Brady? I didn't tell him about Annou or Everett.
I don't need to be taking him problems right now.
You know how to handle him.
Let me be clear.
(SMACKS LIPS) This is not just me anymore.
If we don't get this under control, it's all our heads.
(BEEPS) (BEEPS) Hi.
And you are? Detective Clea Annou.
If you're here on the Rassini fraud case, I'll tell you what I tell every detective who tries to talk to me outside of court.
I don't speak without a court reporter present.
So Actually, I'm here about Regan Faulkner.
What happened to Regan was, uh Tragic but not a mugging.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) Officer Mark Parvey.
I've got eyes on Detective Annou's vehicle.
Bring her in.
No fuss.
When I met Regan, she had just finished Harvard.
She was, uh, clerking with Judge Maples.
Here I was this big litigation associate at Fordam Young.
Or so I thought.
We were both at the same watering hole one night, and, uh, I sent her and her friend an expensive round of Scotch along with my number.
I figured here was this young ingenue.
She probably didn't know how to write a brief, let alone find the courthouse.
Boy, was I wrong.
Did she call you? (SCOFFS) Oh, yeah, she called.
Three months later to ask a favor.
(LAUGHS) I don't mind telling you that I was, uh more than a little in love with her.
Whatever you guys found out about Nicholas Brady, I think it got her killed.
Don't you wanna find out who did this to her? What kind of question is that? Tell me what you found out.
We didn't find anything out.
We speculated.
Speculated what? Nicholas Brady had been in Libya.
- So? - During the revolution, right before Gaddafi was killed.
No US official went anywhere near Tripoli at that time, unless they were CIA.
We didn't tell anyone.
Regan must have tipped off somebody, that she knew about Brady.
But even then, so you know someone's CIA cover, you don't get killed for that.
Not in the real world, not these days.
Fuck.
Detective Annou I'm responding to an APB on your vehicle.
I wasn't aware.
It's totally precautionary.
We're talking to anyone who's worked with Regan Faulkner recently.
Your Captain asked us to bring you in.
All right.
I'll follow you.
Uh, my orders are pretty straightforward.
Why don't you leave your car here, and I'll make sure they don't ticket it.
Okay.
Let me just grab my purse.
(SCREAMING) My eyes! You fucking bitch! (TIRES SCREECHING) (SIGHS) Hey, Donna.
Jesus! You scared the crap out of me.
(SIGHS) Two FBI Agents came by the house.
Middle of dinner.
Sorry about that.
Two hours they interrogated me.
What did you tell them? That you're a son of a bitch.
You're not that kind of a son of a bitch.
I never, for one moment, thought you did it.
You hear me, Ethan Kelly? Thanks, Donna.
Listen, I want to talk to you about Tommy.
What about him? Look, he owed a drug dealer money.
And I tried to help him out.
Ethan, is he dead? Yes.
I tried to get the people who did it, Donna.
I'm still fucking trying.
All that led to this? Yeah.
It all led to this.
Look, I don't know how this is gonna end for me.
I don't know if I'm going to get out of this one.
My bar is worth four million dollars.
It's under the names of Alice and April, and Spud's little boy, Kyle.
Okay? There's a man by the name of Ira Kippelman.
- This his number.
Take it.
- (SIGHS) He's a good man.
He has all the details.
If anything happens to me, I want you to go to him.
And everything's set up, all right? Ethan Just please, please promise me.
I promise.
I want to talk to you about Ray.
No.
Stop.
(DONNA SIGHS) I have an image of what happened.
How it ended for him.
In my head.
Leave me with that.
Okay.
(DOOR CLOSES) You got anything for me? Called the impound yards.
They found Olson's car in Church Street.
Any sign of Olson? - Not yet.
- Okay.
He shows up, you will be the first to know.
You check his credit cards? Haven't been used.
What about his phone? Nah! The son of a bitch ditched it.
You'll tell them what I'm doing for you, right? Yeah, don't worry.
Your loyalty won't go unnoticed.
Now get the hell outta here.
- (SIGHS) Fuck! - (DOOR CLOSES) Hey, Caesar.
It's me.
Listen, I know you worked late last night.
I didn't want to wake you, but I borrowed your car.
Deliveries.
Uh, I'll explain later.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) CLEA: It's me.
- Hey.
- Hey.
So Regan thought that Nicholas Brady was CIA.
That's what she was coming to tell me, but she had no proof.
That makes sense.
How? Well, when I was doing private security over there, the CIA had us doing off-the-book missions all the time.
I mean, nobody admitted to it, but we knew it was true.
Okay, so So Theresa Archer and Daniel Jameson, they make their bones by facilitating the use of private security forces in Iraq on behalf of the CIA.
Let's just say the CIA said, "You know what? We want to do the same thing.
"We want to do it here in the states.
" Right.
Except the CIA can't operate on US soil.
Uh, that's a small detail they get around by using Ombello as a fixer.
That would explain how Ombello gets to do whatever the fuck they want and get away with it.
I mean, no one wants to see them in court, right? Mmm-mmm.
Look we know the accountants were auditing federal agencies, right? What if the CIA was one of them? What if they found a link between the CIA and Ombello? And that's why they were targeted.
- It's a theory.
- Yeah.
But that's all it is.
The other accountant.
- Was he married? - Henry Parker? Yeah.
Laura Parker.
Why? What if Henry had talked to his wife about his work? I mean, maybe she knows something.
Can I get you anything? - Water? - No, I'm fine, thanks.
Henry was my best friend.
We were supposed to be in Cancun.
(SNIFFLES) It was our 10th.
My sister was all set to watch Finn, that's our son.
And now I'm planning a funeral.
(SNIFFLES) Mrs.
Parker Laura.
Laura, um What happen to your husband, and the Hoover Building, it's a horrible tragedy.
At least you're not saying, "I'm sorry for your loss.
" I hate that phrase.
Loss? This isn't loss.
It's death.
Why don't we call it what it is? I don't know.
I really don't know.
I'm sorry.
I didn't I didn't No, you don't have to apologize.
Laura, did, did Henry ever talk to you about work? No.
I'm not good with figures.
He knows that.
(CHUCKLES) Knew that.
The other detectives asked the same thing.
What did you tell them? The same thing I'm telling you.
We didn't talked about work.
They kept asking.
They weren't kind like you, they didn't listen, not really.
(SIGHS) Do you think it's true what they are saying? How do you mean? Do you think that one guy blew up the building all by himself? Actually, I don't.
I don't think they're telling us the truth.
That's what Ben said.
Ben Olson? Ben Olson was here? Laura, I wanna find out who killed your husband.
If they're not telling us how it really went down, I wanna know.
Don't you? (SIGHS) I found him hiding out in Finn's tree house yesterday.
He was acting all crazy saying they were after him.
Like, sounded like one of those conspiracy nuts, you know? At least, I thought he was crazy.
Now I'm not so sure.
What What did he want? Money.
To get out of here.
Okay.
This is really important.
If he knows who killed your husband, I need to find him.
Do you have any idea where he could have gone? He and Sam had a had a vacation rental.
A home they shared with another couple.
Do you know where that is? Yeah, sure.
We went there all the time.
It's near Dillon Beach.
Ben Olson's alive.
I thought you said they already got to him.
I thought they did.
(ENGINE STARTING) (DIALING) Yeah.
Hi, uh, I'm calling about, uh, one of your vacation rentals.
Uh, yeah, Cabin 19.
Yeah, um, Ben Olson, he owns that place, right? (CHUCKLES) Yeah, he's a friend of mine.
Yeah.
Oh, it's available now? Okay, thanks.
(CAR APPROACHING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (GASPS) Mr.
Olson.
Mr.
Olson.
My name is Clea Annou.
I'm an SFPD detective.
I know what happened to you.
I'm not here to hurt you, I just wanna help.
CLEA: Mr.
Olson.
Mr.
Olson, please let me help you.
(PANTING) (GASPS) Hello, Ben.
- (GUNSHOT) - (GROANS) Jesus.
- What the - Whoa, whoa, Ben.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) I know who you are.
- You blew up the building.
- It wasn't me.
You people killed my family.
Ben, take it easy.
Put the gun down, Ben.
I'm not here to hurt you.
I just saved your life.
All right, look, I'm going to put it away.
Okay? Clea? Ben, listen to him.
We know that you were the target.
I know what happened to your family.
I know the man who killed them.
He's the same man who came after me.
He's dead.
Look, I'm gonna go into my pocket right now.
I'm gonna get my phone.
The proof is on my phone.
Just look at it.
Look at the proof.
Right here.
Ben? Look.
He's dead.
All right? We're on your side.
We believe you.
It's okay.
Just put it down, Ben.
There you go.
(BEN SIGHS) (SIGHS) What do you mean we lost her? Detective Annou got the jump on our man.
(SIGHS) We're going about this the wrong way.
Find out who Detective Annou's partner is.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (BETHANY GRUNTING) Where's Detective Annou? Don't tell me you don't know.
Fuck you.
You know, your sister Bridgett, the way she handles herself on that bike of hers, really gets me hot.
Maybe Bridgett gets up tomorrow, goes for her morning ride down along the 101.
Maybe everything's okay, or maybe, right around the point where she hits 110, the clutch on her Yamaha freezes - and the engine dies, huh? - (GASPING) Maybe it happens tomorrow, or the next day, or a week from now.
Your parents have already lost one child.
- What's another? Right? Right? - (GROANS) What do you want? The next time you speak with Annou, - you're going to tell me.
- (GASPING) You got it? (YELLS) You got it? Yeah.
Yeah.
Mmm.
(GASPING) (DOOR CLOSES) (SOBBING) Were you looking into the CIA, Ben? No.
There goes that theory.
We weren't looking into the CIA per se.
We were looking at companies overbilling the CIA to the tune of billions of dollars.
Was Ombello one of those companies? No.
Shit.
I recognize this guy.
Who? This guy right here.
He's head of security at Victus Exports.
They make, uh, uniforms.
They're one of the companies overbilling the CIA.
You remember all the other companies? Every single one of them.
But I no longer have a paper trail on any of that because it all went up in the building.
What about back-ups? (SCOFFS) No.
We'd just started digitizing the whole project, but we didn't have the manpower.
We had budget cuts, so we got behind.
But in any case, we hadn't found anything.
We were just looking into an overbilling case.
Hold on.
What about tax returns? Those are online, right? Yeah.
Anything there might help us? Oh, I don't know.
I mean, maybe, but we can't get at any of that.
We need someone with access to federal records.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (SNIFFLING) (KNOCKING) SLEADER: Come.
(INAUDIBLE) - I can't stay.
- Did you get it? I could only get seven of the 11 companies.
It's a start.
- Keep me posted.
- Okay.
(PHONE RINGING) (PHONE BEEPS) Doyle, what's up? Did you ever take any work home with you? Sometimes, yeah.
Is there anything that could help us? It's possible.
Possible.
(PHONE BEEPS) Hey, Ira, it's me.
Listen, I need a favor.
I need to borrow a car.
I just got off the phone with Detective Annou.
I'm meeting her tonight.
(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) (BREATHING HEAVILY) You okay? Yeah.
They were right there, on the floor.
Listen, I'm sorry, Ben.
But we don't have a lot of time.
Now, please.
- Yeah, I know.
- Let's go.
Come on.
You're right.
You're right.
This is where I keep my files.
They're gone.
They took them.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) Ben, you buy this lamp? No, Sam did.
Why? It's a Nanny cam.
I wasn't cheating on her.
I swear - Sam - Ben, Ben, come on.
Let's go.
Let's go, come on.
(PANTING) Ah I can't do it, man.
I ca I can't do this.
- I can't do this.
(EXCLAIMS) - Hey, Ben.
Ben, relax.
Listen to me, just breathe, okay? - Everything's fine.
- I can't do it! (PANTING) (INHALES DEEPLY) Shit.
(TIRES SCREECHING) (DIALING) WOMAN: 911.
What is your emergency? All right.
Listen up, everyone.
Ethan Kelly was just spotted leaving a house in Bernal Heights.
He's heading South on Folsom.
Jack, Tom, come with me.
Shit.
(TIRES SCREECHING) (HELICOPTER WHIRRING) Remember, I want him resisting arrest.
MAN: (ON RADIO) Everyone has their orders, ma'am.
MAN 2: We have eyes on Kelly.
Repeat.
We have eyes on Kelly.
Moving South on Vienna Street.
We have sight of him.
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING) MAN: His car is coming around the corner.
- We got him! We got him! - (TIRES SCREECHING) OFFICER: Out of the car! Get out of that car! Hands where we can see them! (POLICE CARS APPROACHING) (TIRES SCREECHING) OFFICER: Get out of the car, or we'll open fire! Get out of that car! Down! Down! Down! What the fuck is going on? What is going on? Do you have Kelly? Do you have Kelly in custody? (HELICOPTER WHIRRING) OFFICER: That's a negative, ma'am.
A couple of gangbangers just got out of the car.
What about Kelly? OFFICER: No sign of Kelly, ma'am.
Fuck.
Fuck! Fuck, I'm surrounded by fucking idiots! (SIGHS) (KNOCK ON DOOR) ETHAN: It's me.
You got them? Yeah, for some of the companies but not all.
Where have you been? - We went back to his house.
- Why? We thought he might have had some files, but, uh, they've been taken, Clea.
His wife installed a Nanny cam.
See what we got.
Is there anything on it? Nah.
No.
It's nothing.
All right, then.
- Let's get to work.
(EXHALES) - Yeah.
BRADY: I thought you had him.
Kelly gave us the slip.
(SIGHS) And tell me I'm hearing this right? The accountant was seen with him outside the house? And you assured me the accountant was taken care of.
I was told that he was.
One of our operatives lied to us.
(SIGHS) I wanted to wait on the building.
You pushed it up.
Are you saying this is my fault? I'm saying when things are rushed, mistakes get made.
We've been through worse in the past and we've come through it together.
When? When actually have we "been through worse"? The Badawi affair in Fallujah.
There was a fucking war going on, Terry.
Need I remind you we're not actually in a war zone right now? We can't get away with the same kind of shit.
More's the pity.
Kelly got lucky today.
We only have to be lucky once.
He has to be lucky always.
We say the accountant was in on it with Kelly.
We paint him as a disgruntled federal employee.
This was a workplace shooting, only on a more spectacular scale.
Give the people what they want.
First he killed his wife and daughter.
We'll put their bodies in the trunk of his car.
Then he blew the building with Kelly.
The accountant and Kelly will get picked up together.
(CHUCKLES) Let him spout his conspiracy theories, no one in their right mind will believe him.
He's just another truther.
And we get him in lock-up.
He never makes it to trial.
(INHALES) You're twisted, Theresa.
You're just pissed that you didn't think of it first.
(SCOFFS) (SIGHS) McMillan Combat Incorporated.
The CIA paid them $6,600,000.
McMillan sells military boots to the agency.
Only 40% of that order was ever even delivered.
Hah.
Our tax dollars at work.
(EXHALES) Man, I long for the day when the schools have all the money they need and the Air Force has to hold a bake sale for a bomber.
(EXHALES) You got a line item for a payment made from McMillan to Ombello, for $3,960,000 for consultancy services.
Yeah, we knew about that, but we weren't looking at Ombello.
I mean, there's nothing unusual about companies hiring management consultants.
It happens every day all across America.
Which makes for a perfect way to hide payments.
Add this up, would you, please, Ben? 600,000.
- 700,000.
- Here's another one.
980,000.
400,000.
280,000.
And then I believe we got an even $1,000,000.
$3,960,000.
Okay.
How much did the CIA pay McMillan in the fiscal year, Ben? 6,600,000.
So McMillan delivered 40% of the order, and then 60% of the fee they receive, which is $3,960,000, goes directly into Ombello's pocket.
So if the CIA wants to pay Ombello for services rendered This would be a smart way to hide it under the radar.
Let's say that this pattern plays out with the other companies We have a shot at proving that the CIA was passing money indirectly to Ombello, but we can't prove that they knew Ombello was engaged in criminal activity.
Yeah.
Not yet, maybe.
Not yet.
Drop your weapon.
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE) Nice work, Detective.
(HANDCUFFS CLICK) (CAMERA CLICKING) All right, we're all set.
You ready? (SIGHS) As I'll ever be.
Here.
Thanks.
(PHONE DIALING) It's on speaker.
(SIGHS) WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Public Affairs Office.
How may I direct your call? Uh, I'd like to speak to Agent Nicholas Brady, please.
I'm sorry, there's no one by that name who works here.
Uh, I know you record these calls, and it's in your interest to listen to what I am about to say.
My name is Benjamin Olson.
I worked for the office for budget management in the Hoover Federal Building in San Francisco which was bombed last Tuesday.
I know all about you, Mr.
Brady.
I know why you tried to have me killed.
I know you have been paying Ombello to carry out work on behalf of the CIA on US soil.
(CLICKS) Do we have a trace? We do.
(EXHALES) It's a play.
But I'll go along with it for now.
You want me to call Theresa? No.
She's done.
Send in a team.
Keep it small.
(GUN COCKS) (BEEPS) MAN: Are you seeing this, sir? Jesus! They've got everything.
Play it.
Oh, my God.
(BEEPING) Answer it.
All we needed was proof of your complicity in this shit storm.
We call Nicholas Brady and you showed up.
Now we have it.
(SIGHS) What do we do now? We wait for their reaction.
Shut it down.
Everything.
Get rid of all this shit.
Clean house.
(STARTS ENGINE) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - It's occupied.
- (MUFFLED GUNSHOT) (GASPS) (GROANS) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) You asked for a coffee? Extra hot? Yeah.
Thanks.
Emily, I can't get ahold of Jones.
Can you get him for me, please? Thank you.
(PHONE BEEPS) (SIGHS) All right, wait here.
(CLINKING, UNLOCKS) - Going somewhere? - (SIGHS) Now move.
(PHONE RINGING) Yeah? Come on in.
I've got her.
Let's go.
Sit down.
(THERESA SIGHS) (SIGHS) You threw everything at me, Theresa.
You tried to ruin my name.
You tortured me.
You tried to kill me.
But guess what? I'm still here.
I'm still fucking here.
Theresa, they're cleaning house.
The way I see it, you got a couple of options.
You can turn state's evidence, help us with the case, and we'll put you in protective custody.
Or you know what? Maybe we'll just let them finish the job.
Hmm? I appreciate the offer, but I think I'll take my chances.
- (GUNFIRE) - (THERESA GASPING) (KEYPAD BEEPING) Clea! Cover me! (GROANS) Move, move, move! Fuck! Oh (GROANS) Let's go.
Get started.
Go, go, go.
How long do you think we have before they figure out a way in? (SIGHS) How do you like your chances now? (BEEPING) You figure out a way to get me out of here, I'll tell you what you want to know.
I can do that.
(CHUCKLES) How? All in good time.
Ben, give me your phone.
First, you're going to tell me everything you know about the CIA, Ombello, all of it.
Start talking.
Now? - Right fucking now.
- (CHUCKLES) You ever heard of Yuba, California? No.
Want to know why you've never heard of Yuba, California? Because of me and my people.
Your people who you have kill for you? (SIGHS) Now see, you say that like it's a bad thing, but it depends on who you kill, don't you think? 15 years back, Nicholas Brady contacted me through an operative that we knew in Basra.
Had a problem.
- What kind of problem? - There was a cell in Yuba, California.
FBI couldn't prove it.
They had no probable cause to arrest anyone.
Shit, they couldn't even get a warrant to search their houses.
- So you killed them.
- I'm a fixer.
A middle man.
Woman.
That's how it started.
Sometimes we're successful.
Other times not.
But I'll tell you this, it's a shame that no one called my number before Orlando or San Bernardino.
So that makes you, what, a fucking hero? I don't think about the killing.
I think about the lives I save.
Ethan knows all about that, right, Ethan? If it's a threat, kill it.
It was different over there.
Yes, but they brought over there over here.
Our government just doesn't have the balls to tell the soccer moms and dental hygienists.
I'm sorry, it's illegal over here but heroic over there? That doesn't make sense to me.
Well, maybe the money has something to do with that? Why shouldn't I get paid, huh? This is America.
A good day's work deserves compensation.
You're trafficking girls, you're distributing drugs, how does that fit in? It didn't at first.
But then I realized we had a small army on speed dial.
And I thought that could be monetized, and it turns out I was right.
So we started offering our services to people who could afford it.
People who wanted to protect shipments, distributions routes.
So the authorities knew about this? Oh, my God, you're so naive.
The "authorities" encourage it.
Whatever they tell the public, they know they're never gonna "win the war on drugs", or stop trafficking, so why not take a cut of the inevitable? Through us, they do.
But money doesn't just flow from them to us, you see.
It flows from us to them, too.
And they make a lot of money.
And that money goes to schools and hospitals and hell, probably even your paycheck, Detective.
So how do you feel about it now? Everything else in this country is taxed, why should organized crime be exempt? Theresa Archer.
I'm protected at the highest level.
You're going to get nothing out of me, so you can ask all the damn questions you want.
(PHONE RINGING) - CLEA: Hi.
- Clea? I'm taking this to Sleader.
No, please don't.
You have to trust me on this, Clea.
He's on our side of the line, I promise you.
All right, do it.
I've got Clea on the phone.
You want to tell me what the hell's going on? I've apprehended Ethan Kelly.
I'm under fire.
Requesting immediate backup.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) (DEVICE BEEPING) (POLICE SIRENS BLARING) What do you want to do? What do we do? (OFFICERS ISSUING ORDERS) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) (GROANS) Get down! (GROANS) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) OFFICER: EMS, right away! - OFFICER 2: It must be tight! - EMS on the way.
OFFICER: Hold your fire.
(PHONE RINGS) Hi.
I'm gonna bring him out.
Is it just us on the line? Just you and me.
No one else.
Okay.
I need you to come in the house.
I need you to bring four vests.
I have a woman with me by the name of Theresa Archer.
I need to deliver her to you and only you.
You must put her into safe custody.
Only use people that you can trust.
Is that clear? Clear.
As soon as you see her, take her out.
If you get a clean shot of Kelly, take it.
But Theresa Archer is the prime target.
All right, we're coming out! - Kelly is surrendering! - OFFICER: Hold your fire! He is not resisting.
Hold your fire! He is not resisting! I can't get a clean shot.
Shoot the detective if you have to.
Take a head shot.
Take the fucking shot now! Shit.
Clea, one o'clock! Cease fire! Cease fire! Cease fire! Cease fire! NEWSREADER: SFPD Captain Frank Sleader was buried earlier today with full honors at Holy Cross cemetery.
Sleader lost his life during the operation to arrest Ethan Kelly last month.
NEWSREADER 2: The funeral also took place this week of SFPD First Grade Detective Bethany Doyle.
Doyle also lost her life in the operation to arrest Kelly.
NEWSREADER: Meanwhile, SFPD Major Crimes, in an operation led by Detective Clea Annou, rescued Phan Hu, a young victim of human trafficking.
NEWSREADER 3: In other developments, former government official Nicholas Brady has been arrested on charges of racketeering and is being held without bail.
Federal authorities issued a statement yesterday blaming the corruption scandal on a small group of rogue agents within the FBI.
NEWSREADER: Meanwhile, preliminary hearings have started in the Ombello corruption case, with former CEO Theresa Archer appearing in court under heavy guard.
She is said to be cooperating with authorities.
NEWSREADER 3: And finally, former Army Ranger Ethan Kelly was exonerated today of all charges relating to the bombing of the Hoover Federal Building earlier this year.
Mr.
Kelly, how do you feel about being exonerated? Will you be suing the authorities - for wrongful arrest? - What do you plan to do now? Well, um, right now I could use a good leaving alone.
Excuse me.
REPORTER: Ethan, how does it feel to be free? REPORTER 2: Mr.
Kelly! Mr.
Kelly! Any word on the judge's statement? REPORTER 3: Mr.
Kelly, right here! REPORTER 4: Over here, Mr.
Kelly.
REPORTER: And earlier today, Mr.
Kelly emerges Mommy, look, Uncle Ethan's on TV! REPORTER: The trial had lasted just under 90 minutes after the defense issued a motion to dismiss the case.
REPORTER 2: The judge retired to consider the motion and returned to the court just over an hour later, both to agree to the dismissal and to formally exonerate Mr.
Kelly of all charges.
Sweetheart, get over here.
Mr.
Kelly, how do you feel about being exonerated? Will you be suing the authorities - for wrongful arrest? - What do you plan to do now? Well, um, right now I could use a good leaving alone.
Excuse me.
I told you he was a good kid.
Are you going to go see him? (CHUCKLES) You should go see him.
I'm busy, Pops.
(KNOCKING) Yeah? Is that the list? All the potential candidates, sir.
Okay.
Now Ombello is out of commission, we need to decide who's going to run West Coast Operations.
What do you want to do about Ethan Kelly? (SIGHS)
I'm Officer Soto.
Was there anybody else in the house apart from your wife and daughter? I never said I had a daughter.
- (DOOR OPENS) - Oh, sorry, Cody, I thought (SCREAMS) Shit! Why is the Ombello Group targeting federal accountants? Maybe they uncovered something about Ombello.
We have a problem.
They taught me how to do this on the towelheads.
And here I am doing it to one of our own.
American hero no less.
The whole fucking restaurant! They're saying over 30 people dead.
Who planted the bomb? Was it you? No.
Let me tell you something about these people.
The minute you come to them with a problem, you are the problem.
Maybe Nicholas Brady is not who he says he is.
What did they do with Phan? The girls are guinea pigs.
It's a clinical trial! Ombello runs it.
The government is funding it! Thanks a lot Officer, uh, Parvey, huh? Drive safe.
Who's that? He's a cop that pulled me over on the way to Cardello's.
Hi.
Nicholas Brady, please.
The road's closed, ma'am.
You're gonna have to turn around.
- What's going on? - There's been a mugging.
She's dead, Ethan.
Regan's dead.
They killed her.
(THEME SONG PLAYING) ANNOUNCER: Bus 1034, bus 1034 to Dillon Beach.
Now boarding.
What was the last thing Regan said to you? She said she met a friend of hers, this US Attorney, Paul Rainsford.
Hmm.
That they had uncovered something and that she needed to tell me in person.
That's it.
I got to go see him.
I need to find out what they know.
Hey, Clea, what if he got her killed? But Regan already had the information when she called.
So why would he tell her anything if he was with them? All right.
I wanna come with you.
To the US Attorney's Office? Listen I'm the one who got her in this fucking mess.
Yeah, you are.
And you have to live with that.
And I'm the one who persuaded her to go after Brady.
So that's on me.
We're gonna nail these fuckers to the wall.
(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) This is the same Assistant DA that was working on the case to get the chip out of that girl's head.
Now why the fuck was I on her radar at all? Nicholas, calm down.
Don't fucking tell me to calm down! I'll calm down when I fucking well want to! Now why don't you do something a little more useful and explain to me how the fuck this happened? Faulkner was a hiccup.
She's been handled.
Went down as a mugging.
Because I handled it.
Oh.
A little blood on the hands is good for the soul.
Don't ever put me in that position again.
And what about Ben Olson? Handled.
- And his house? - Spotless.
You could invite your mother to eat off the kitchen floor.
I wouldn't invite my mother to eat anywhere.
The only thing left is Kelly.
He will be found resisting arrest and that will be the end of it.
No more keeping me in the dark.
And no more fucking surprises.
No more surprises.
SLEADER: All right, everybody listen up.
We will be extending the FBI every cooperation in the search for Ethan Kelly.
Everything else goes on the back burner.
Understood? - POLICEWOMAN: Yes, sir.
- (ALL AGREEING) SLEADER: Where's Annou? Uh, family.
Her dad okay? You'd have to ask her, sir.
Tried.
Not answering her phone.
You tell Annou if she wants a job past Friday to get her butt in here.
Road blocks have been set up around the city.
Ports and airports are on alert.
Authorities say they believe Kelly is still in the Bay Area.
MALE REPORTER: He is considered to be armed and dangerous.
Police have warned the public that if he is sighted (POLICE SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE) We checked local hospitals, morgues.
Dr.
Everett hasn't showed up at work, nor at home.
Assume he's a loss.
We have to discredit him.
Start a paper trail of titty bars, casinos, you know the drill.
On it.
Where are we on Detective Annou's vehicle? We found that, yet? - We're working on it.
- Work harder.
She's a cop.
She knows which tolls to avoid, red light cameras not to go through.
You don't want to report the car as stolen No, I don't want all of SFPD looking for it.
Just our people.
How did things go with Brady? I didn't tell him about Annou or Everett.
I don't need to be taking him problems right now.
You know how to handle him.
Let me be clear.
(SMACKS LIPS) This is not just me anymore.
If we don't get this under control, it's all our heads.
(BEEPS) (BEEPS) Hi.
And you are? Detective Clea Annou.
If you're here on the Rassini fraud case, I'll tell you what I tell every detective who tries to talk to me outside of court.
I don't speak without a court reporter present.
So Actually, I'm here about Regan Faulkner.
What happened to Regan was, uh Tragic but not a mugging.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) Officer Mark Parvey.
I've got eyes on Detective Annou's vehicle.
Bring her in.
No fuss.
When I met Regan, she had just finished Harvard.
She was, uh, clerking with Judge Maples.
Here I was this big litigation associate at Fordam Young.
Or so I thought.
We were both at the same watering hole one night, and, uh, I sent her and her friend an expensive round of Scotch along with my number.
I figured here was this young ingenue.
She probably didn't know how to write a brief, let alone find the courthouse.
Boy, was I wrong.
Did she call you? (SCOFFS) Oh, yeah, she called.
Three months later to ask a favor.
(LAUGHS) I don't mind telling you that I was, uh more than a little in love with her.
Whatever you guys found out about Nicholas Brady, I think it got her killed.
Don't you wanna find out who did this to her? What kind of question is that? Tell me what you found out.
We didn't find anything out.
We speculated.
Speculated what? Nicholas Brady had been in Libya.
- So? - During the revolution, right before Gaddafi was killed.
No US official went anywhere near Tripoli at that time, unless they were CIA.
We didn't tell anyone.
Regan must have tipped off somebody, that she knew about Brady.
But even then, so you know someone's CIA cover, you don't get killed for that.
Not in the real world, not these days.
Fuck.
Detective Annou I'm responding to an APB on your vehicle.
I wasn't aware.
It's totally precautionary.
We're talking to anyone who's worked with Regan Faulkner recently.
Your Captain asked us to bring you in.
All right.
I'll follow you.
Uh, my orders are pretty straightforward.
Why don't you leave your car here, and I'll make sure they don't ticket it.
Okay.
Let me just grab my purse.
(SCREAMING) My eyes! You fucking bitch! (TIRES SCREECHING) (SIGHS) Hey, Donna.
Jesus! You scared the crap out of me.
(SIGHS) Two FBI Agents came by the house.
Middle of dinner.
Sorry about that.
Two hours they interrogated me.
What did you tell them? That you're a son of a bitch.
You're not that kind of a son of a bitch.
I never, for one moment, thought you did it.
You hear me, Ethan Kelly? Thanks, Donna.
Listen, I want to talk to you about Tommy.
What about him? Look, he owed a drug dealer money.
And I tried to help him out.
Ethan, is he dead? Yes.
I tried to get the people who did it, Donna.
I'm still fucking trying.
All that led to this? Yeah.
It all led to this.
Look, I don't know how this is gonna end for me.
I don't know if I'm going to get out of this one.
My bar is worth four million dollars.
It's under the names of Alice and April, and Spud's little boy, Kyle.
Okay? There's a man by the name of Ira Kippelman.
- This his number.
Take it.
- (SIGHS) He's a good man.
He has all the details.
If anything happens to me, I want you to go to him.
And everything's set up, all right? Ethan Just please, please promise me.
I promise.
I want to talk to you about Ray.
No.
Stop.
(DONNA SIGHS) I have an image of what happened.
How it ended for him.
In my head.
Leave me with that.
Okay.
(DOOR CLOSES) You got anything for me? Called the impound yards.
They found Olson's car in Church Street.
Any sign of Olson? - Not yet.
- Okay.
He shows up, you will be the first to know.
You check his credit cards? Haven't been used.
What about his phone? Nah! The son of a bitch ditched it.
You'll tell them what I'm doing for you, right? Yeah, don't worry.
Your loyalty won't go unnoticed.
Now get the hell outta here.
- (SIGHS) Fuck! - (DOOR CLOSES) Hey, Caesar.
It's me.
Listen, I know you worked late last night.
I didn't want to wake you, but I borrowed your car.
Deliveries.
Uh, I'll explain later.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) CLEA: It's me.
- Hey.
- Hey.
So Regan thought that Nicholas Brady was CIA.
That's what she was coming to tell me, but she had no proof.
That makes sense.
How? Well, when I was doing private security over there, the CIA had us doing off-the-book missions all the time.
I mean, nobody admitted to it, but we knew it was true.
Okay, so So Theresa Archer and Daniel Jameson, they make their bones by facilitating the use of private security forces in Iraq on behalf of the CIA.
Let's just say the CIA said, "You know what? We want to do the same thing.
"We want to do it here in the states.
" Right.
Except the CIA can't operate on US soil.
Uh, that's a small detail they get around by using Ombello as a fixer.
That would explain how Ombello gets to do whatever the fuck they want and get away with it.
I mean, no one wants to see them in court, right? Mmm-mmm.
Look we know the accountants were auditing federal agencies, right? What if the CIA was one of them? What if they found a link between the CIA and Ombello? And that's why they were targeted.
- It's a theory.
- Yeah.
But that's all it is.
The other accountant.
- Was he married? - Henry Parker? Yeah.
Laura Parker.
Why? What if Henry had talked to his wife about his work? I mean, maybe she knows something.
Can I get you anything? - Water? - No, I'm fine, thanks.
Henry was my best friend.
We were supposed to be in Cancun.
(SNIFFLES) It was our 10th.
My sister was all set to watch Finn, that's our son.
And now I'm planning a funeral.
(SNIFFLES) Mrs.
Parker Laura.
Laura, um What happen to your husband, and the Hoover Building, it's a horrible tragedy.
At least you're not saying, "I'm sorry for your loss.
" I hate that phrase.
Loss? This isn't loss.
It's death.
Why don't we call it what it is? I don't know.
I really don't know.
I'm sorry.
I didn't I didn't No, you don't have to apologize.
Laura, did, did Henry ever talk to you about work? No.
I'm not good with figures.
He knows that.
(CHUCKLES) Knew that.
The other detectives asked the same thing.
What did you tell them? The same thing I'm telling you.
We didn't talked about work.
They kept asking.
They weren't kind like you, they didn't listen, not really.
(SIGHS) Do you think it's true what they are saying? How do you mean? Do you think that one guy blew up the building all by himself? Actually, I don't.
I don't think they're telling us the truth.
That's what Ben said.
Ben Olson? Ben Olson was here? Laura, I wanna find out who killed your husband.
If they're not telling us how it really went down, I wanna know.
Don't you? (SIGHS) I found him hiding out in Finn's tree house yesterday.
He was acting all crazy saying they were after him.
Like, sounded like one of those conspiracy nuts, you know? At least, I thought he was crazy.
Now I'm not so sure.
What What did he want? Money.
To get out of here.
Okay.
This is really important.
If he knows who killed your husband, I need to find him.
Do you have any idea where he could have gone? He and Sam had a had a vacation rental.
A home they shared with another couple.
Do you know where that is? Yeah, sure.
We went there all the time.
It's near Dillon Beach.
Ben Olson's alive.
I thought you said they already got to him.
I thought they did.
(ENGINE STARTING) (DIALING) Yeah.
Hi, uh, I'm calling about, uh, one of your vacation rentals.
Uh, yeah, Cabin 19.
Yeah, um, Ben Olson, he owns that place, right? (CHUCKLES) Yeah, he's a friend of mine.
Yeah.
Oh, it's available now? Okay, thanks.
(CAR APPROACHING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (GASPS) Mr.
Olson.
Mr.
Olson.
My name is Clea Annou.
I'm an SFPD detective.
I know what happened to you.
I'm not here to hurt you, I just wanna help.
CLEA: Mr.
Olson.
Mr.
Olson, please let me help you.
(PANTING) (GASPS) Hello, Ben.
- (GUNSHOT) - (GROANS) Jesus.
- What the - Whoa, whoa, Ben.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) I know who you are.
- You blew up the building.
- It wasn't me.
You people killed my family.
Ben, take it easy.
Put the gun down, Ben.
I'm not here to hurt you.
I just saved your life.
All right, look, I'm going to put it away.
Okay? Clea? Ben, listen to him.
We know that you were the target.
I know what happened to your family.
I know the man who killed them.
He's the same man who came after me.
He's dead.
Look, I'm gonna go into my pocket right now.
I'm gonna get my phone.
The proof is on my phone.
Just look at it.
Look at the proof.
Right here.
Ben? Look.
He's dead.
All right? We're on your side.
We believe you.
It's okay.
Just put it down, Ben.
There you go.
(BEN SIGHS) (SIGHS) What do you mean we lost her? Detective Annou got the jump on our man.
(SIGHS) We're going about this the wrong way.
Find out who Detective Annou's partner is.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (BETHANY GRUNTING) Where's Detective Annou? Don't tell me you don't know.
Fuck you.
You know, your sister Bridgett, the way she handles herself on that bike of hers, really gets me hot.
Maybe Bridgett gets up tomorrow, goes for her morning ride down along the 101.
Maybe everything's okay, or maybe, right around the point where she hits 110, the clutch on her Yamaha freezes - and the engine dies, huh? - (GASPING) Maybe it happens tomorrow, or the next day, or a week from now.
Your parents have already lost one child.
- What's another? Right? Right? - (GROANS) What do you want? The next time you speak with Annou, - you're going to tell me.
- (GASPING) You got it? (YELLS) You got it? Yeah.
Yeah.
Mmm.
(GASPING) (DOOR CLOSES) (SOBBING) Were you looking into the CIA, Ben? No.
There goes that theory.
We weren't looking into the CIA per se.
We were looking at companies overbilling the CIA to the tune of billions of dollars.
Was Ombello one of those companies? No.
Shit.
I recognize this guy.
Who? This guy right here.
He's head of security at Victus Exports.
They make, uh, uniforms.
They're one of the companies overbilling the CIA.
You remember all the other companies? Every single one of them.
But I no longer have a paper trail on any of that because it all went up in the building.
What about back-ups? (SCOFFS) No.
We'd just started digitizing the whole project, but we didn't have the manpower.
We had budget cuts, so we got behind.
But in any case, we hadn't found anything.
We were just looking into an overbilling case.
Hold on.
What about tax returns? Those are online, right? Yeah.
Anything there might help us? Oh, I don't know.
I mean, maybe, but we can't get at any of that.
We need someone with access to federal records.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (SNIFFLING) (KNOCKING) SLEADER: Come.
(INAUDIBLE) - I can't stay.
- Did you get it? I could only get seven of the 11 companies.
It's a start.
- Keep me posted.
- Okay.
(PHONE RINGING) (PHONE BEEPS) Doyle, what's up? Did you ever take any work home with you? Sometimes, yeah.
Is there anything that could help us? It's possible.
Possible.
(PHONE BEEPS) Hey, Ira, it's me.
Listen, I need a favor.
I need to borrow a car.
I just got off the phone with Detective Annou.
I'm meeting her tonight.
(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) (BREATHING HEAVILY) You okay? Yeah.
They were right there, on the floor.
Listen, I'm sorry, Ben.
But we don't have a lot of time.
Now, please.
- Yeah, I know.
- Let's go.
Come on.
You're right.
You're right.
This is where I keep my files.
They're gone.
They took them.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) Ben, you buy this lamp? No, Sam did.
Why? It's a Nanny cam.
I wasn't cheating on her.
I swear - Sam - Ben, Ben, come on.
Let's go.
Let's go, come on.
(PANTING) Ah I can't do it, man.
I ca I can't do this.
- I can't do this.
(EXCLAIMS) - Hey, Ben.
Ben, relax.
Listen to me, just breathe, okay? - Everything's fine.
- I can't do it! (PANTING) (INHALES DEEPLY) Shit.
(TIRES SCREECHING) (DIALING) WOMAN: 911.
What is your emergency? All right.
Listen up, everyone.
Ethan Kelly was just spotted leaving a house in Bernal Heights.
He's heading South on Folsom.
Jack, Tom, come with me.
Shit.
(TIRES SCREECHING) (HELICOPTER WHIRRING) Remember, I want him resisting arrest.
MAN: (ON RADIO) Everyone has their orders, ma'am.
MAN 2: We have eyes on Kelly.
Repeat.
We have eyes on Kelly.
Moving South on Vienna Street.
We have sight of him.
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING) MAN: His car is coming around the corner.
- We got him! We got him! - (TIRES SCREECHING) OFFICER: Out of the car! Get out of that car! Hands where we can see them! (POLICE CARS APPROACHING) (TIRES SCREECHING) OFFICER: Get out of the car, or we'll open fire! Get out of that car! Down! Down! Down! What the fuck is going on? What is going on? Do you have Kelly? Do you have Kelly in custody? (HELICOPTER WHIRRING) OFFICER: That's a negative, ma'am.
A couple of gangbangers just got out of the car.
What about Kelly? OFFICER: No sign of Kelly, ma'am.
Fuck.
Fuck! Fuck, I'm surrounded by fucking idiots! (SIGHS) (KNOCK ON DOOR) ETHAN: It's me.
You got them? Yeah, for some of the companies but not all.
Where have you been? - We went back to his house.
- Why? We thought he might have had some files, but, uh, they've been taken, Clea.
His wife installed a Nanny cam.
See what we got.
Is there anything on it? Nah.
No.
It's nothing.
All right, then.
- Let's get to work.
(EXHALES) - Yeah.
BRADY: I thought you had him.
Kelly gave us the slip.
(SIGHS) And tell me I'm hearing this right? The accountant was seen with him outside the house? And you assured me the accountant was taken care of.
I was told that he was.
One of our operatives lied to us.
(SIGHS) I wanted to wait on the building.
You pushed it up.
Are you saying this is my fault? I'm saying when things are rushed, mistakes get made.
We've been through worse in the past and we've come through it together.
When? When actually have we "been through worse"? The Badawi affair in Fallujah.
There was a fucking war going on, Terry.
Need I remind you we're not actually in a war zone right now? We can't get away with the same kind of shit.
More's the pity.
Kelly got lucky today.
We only have to be lucky once.
He has to be lucky always.
We say the accountant was in on it with Kelly.
We paint him as a disgruntled federal employee.
This was a workplace shooting, only on a more spectacular scale.
Give the people what they want.
First he killed his wife and daughter.
We'll put their bodies in the trunk of his car.
Then he blew the building with Kelly.
The accountant and Kelly will get picked up together.
(CHUCKLES) Let him spout his conspiracy theories, no one in their right mind will believe him.
He's just another truther.
And we get him in lock-up.
He never makes it to trial.
(INHALES) You're twisted, Theresa.
You're just pissed that you didn't think of it first.
(SCOFFS) (SIGHS) McMillan Combat Incorporated.
The CIA paid them $6,600,000.
McMillan sells military boots to the agency.
Only 40% of that order was ever even delivered.
Hah.
Our tax dollars at work.
(EXHALES) Man, I long for the day when the schools have all the money they need and the Air Force has to hold a bake sale for a bomber.
(EXHALES) You got a line item for a payment made from McMillan to Ombello, for $3,960,000 for consultancy services.
Yeah, we knew about that, but we weren't looking at Ombello.
I mean, there's nothing unusual about companies hiring management consultants.
It happens every day all across America.
Which makes for a perfect way to hide payments.
Add this up, would you, please, Ben? 600,000.
- 700,000.
- Here's another one.
980,000.
400,000.
280,000.
And then I believe we got an even $1,000,000.
$3,960,000.
Okay.
How much did the CIA pay McMillan in the fiscal year, Ben? 6,600,000.
So McMillan delivered 40% of the order, and then 60% of the fee they receive, which is $3,960,000, goes directly into Ombello's pocket.
So if the CIA wants to pay Ombello for services rendered This would be a smart way to hide it under the radar.
Let's say that this pattern plays out with the other companies We have a shot at proving that the CIA was passing money indirectly to Ombello, but we can't prove that they knew Ombello was engaged in criminal activity.
Yeah.
Not yet, maybe.
Not yet.
Drop your weapon.
(POLICE SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE) Nice work, Detective.
(HANDCUFFS CLICK) (CAMERA CLICKING) All right, we're all set.
You ready? (SIGHS) As I'll ever be.
Here.
Thanks.
(PHONE DIALING) It's on speaker.
(SIGHS) WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Public Affairs Office.
How may I direct your call? Uh, I'd like to speak to Agent Nicholas Brady, please.
I'm sorry, there's no one by that name who works here.
Uh, I know you record these calls, and it's in your interest to listen to what I am about to say.
My name is Benjamin Olson.
I worked for the office for budget management in the Hoover Federal Building in San Francisco which was bombed last Tuesday.
I know all about you, Mr.
Brady.
I know why you tried to have me killed.
I know you have been paying Ombello to carry out work on behalf of the CIA on US soil.
(CLICKS) Do we have a trace? We do.
(EXHALES) It's a play.
But I'll go along with it for now.
You want me to call Theresa? No.
She's done.
Send in a team.
Keep it small.
(GUN COCKS) (BEEPS) MAN: Are you seeing this, sir? Jesus! They've got everything.
Play it.
Oh, my God.
(BEEPING) Answer it.
All we needed was proof of your complicity in this shit storm.
We call Nicholas Brady and you showed up.
Now we have it.
(SIGHS) What do we do now? We wait for their reaction.
Shut it down.
Everything.
Get rid of all this shit.
Clean house.
(STARTS ENGINE) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - It's occupied.
- (MUFFLED GUNSHOT) (GASPS) (GROANS) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) You asked for a coffee? Extra hot? Yeah.
Thanks.
Emily, I can't get ahold of Jones.
Can you get him for me, please? Thank you.
(PHONE BEEPS) (SIGHS) All right, wait here.
(CLINKING, UNLOCKS) - Going somewhere? - (SIGHS) Now move.
(PHONE RINGING) Yeah? Come on in.
I've got her.
Let's go.
Sit down.
(THERESA SIGHS) (SIGHS) You threw everything at me, Theresa.
You tried to ruin my name.
You tortured me.
You tried to kill me.
But guess what? I'm still here.
I'm still fucking here.
Theresa, they're cleaning house.
The way I see it, you got a couple of options.
You can turn state's evidence, help us with the case, and we'll put you in protective custody.
Or you know what? Maybe we'll just let them finish the job.
Hmm? I appreciate the offer, but I think I'll take my chances.
- (GUNFIRE) - (THERESA GASPING) (KEYPAD BEEPING) Clea! Cover me! (GROANS) Move, move, move! Fuck! Oh (GROANS) Let's go.
Get started.
Go, go, go.
How long do you think we have before they figure out a way in? (SIGHS) How do you like your chances now? (BEEPING) You figure out a way to get me out of here, I'll tell you what you want to know.
I can do that.
(CHUCKLES) How? All in good time.
Ben, give me your phone.
First, you're going to tell me everything you know about the CIA, Ombello, all of it.
Start talking.
Now? - Right fucking now.
- (CHUCKLES) You ever heard of Yuba, California? No.
Want to know why you've never heard of Yuba, California? Because of me and my people.
Your people who you have kill for you? (SIGHS) Now see, you say that like it's a bad thing, but it depends on who you kill, don't you think? 15 years back, Nicholas Brady contacted me through an operative that we knew in Basra.
Had a problem.
- What kind of problem? - There was a cell in Yuba, California.
FBI couldn't prove it.
They had no probable cause to arrest anyone.
Shit, they couldn't even get a warrant to search their houses.
- So you killed them.
- I'm a fixer.
A middle man.
Woman.
That's how it started.
Sometimes we're successful.
Other times not.
But I'll tell you this, it's a shame that no one called my number before Orlando or San Bernardino.
So that makes you, what, a fucking hero? I don't think about the killing.
I think about the lives I save.
Ethan knows all about that, right, Ethan? If it's a threat, kill it.
It was different over there.
Yes, but they brought over there over here.
Our government just doesn't have the balls to tell the soccer moms and dental hygienists.
I'm sorry, it's illegal over here but heroic over there? That doesn't make sense to me.
Well, maybe the money has something to do with that? Why shouldn't I get paid, huh? This is America.
A good day's work deserves compensation.
You're trafficking girls, you're distributing drugs, how does that fit in? It didn't at first.
But then I realized we had a small army on speed dial.
And I thought that could be monetized, and it turns out I was right.
So we started offering our services to people who could afford it.
People who wanted to protect shipments, distributions routes.
So the authorities knew about this? Oh, my God, you're so naive.
The "authorities" encourage it.
Whatever they tell the public, they know they're never gonna "win the war on drugs", or stop trafficking, so why not take a cut of the inevitable? Through us, they do.
But money doesn't just flow from them to us, you see.
It flows from us to them, too.
And they make a lot of money.
And that money goes to schools and hospitals and hell, probably even your paycheck, Detective.
So how do you feel about it now? Everything else in this country is taxed, why should organized crime be exempt? Theresa Archer.
I'm protected at the highest level.
You're going to get nothing out of me, so you can ask all the damn questions you want.
(PHONE RINGING) - CLEA: Hi.
- Clea? I'm taking this to Sleader.
No, please don't.
You have to trust me on this, Clea.
He's on our side of the line, I promise you.
All right, do it.
I've got Clea on the phone.
You want to tell me what the hell's going on? I've apprehended Ethan Kelly.
I'm under fire.
Requesting immediate backup.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) (DEVICE BEEPING) (POLICE SIRENS BLARING) What do you want to do? What do we do? (OFFICERS ISSUING ORDERS) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) (GROANS) Get down! (GROANS) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) OFFICER: EMS, right away! - OFFICER 2: It must be tight! - EMS on the way.
OFFICER: Hold your fire.
(PHONE RINGS) Hi.
I'm gonna bring him out.
Is it just us on the line? Just you and me.
No one else.
Okay.
I need you to come in the house.
I need you to bring four vests.
I have a woman with me by the name of Theresa Archer.
I need to deliver her to you and only you.
You must put her into safe custody.
Only use people that you can trust.
Is that clear? Clear.
As soon as you see her, take her out.
If you get a clean shot of Kelly, take it.
But Theresa Archer is the prime target.
All right, we're coming out! - Kelly is surrendering! - OFFICER: Hold your fire! He is not resisting.
Hold your fire! He is not resisting! I can't get a clean shot.
Shoot the detective if you have to.
Take a head shot.
Take the fucking shot now! Shit.
Clea, one o'clock! Cease fire! Cease fire! Cease fire! Cease fire! NEWSREADER: SFPD Captain Frank Sleader was buried earlier today with full honors at Holy Cross cemetery.
Sleader lost his life during the operation to arrest Ethan Kelly last month.
NEWSREADER 2: The funeral also took place this week of SFPD First Grade Detective Bethany Doyle.
Doyle also lost her life in the operation to arrest Kelly.
NEWSREADER: Meanwhile, SFPD Major Crimes, in an operation led by Detective Clea Annou, rescued Phan Hu, a young victim of human trafficking.
NEWSREADER 3: In other developments, former government official Nicholas Brady has been arrested on charges of racketeering and is being held without bail.
Federal authorities issued a statement yesterday blaming the corruption scandal on a small group of rogue agents within the FBI.
NEWSREADER: Meanwhile, preliminary hearings have started in the Ombello corruption case, with former CEO Theresa Archer appearing in court under heavy guard.
She is said to be cooperating with authorities.
NEWSREADER 3: And finally, former Army Ranger Ethan Kelly was exonerated today of all charges relating to the bombing of the Hoover Federal Building earlier this year.
Mr.
Kelly, how do you feel about being exonerated? Will you be suing the authorities - for wrongful arrest? - What do you plan to do now? Well, um, right now I could use a good leaving alone.
Excuse me.
REPORTER: Ethan, how does it feel to be free? REPORTER 2: Mr.
Kelly! Mr.
Kelly! Any word on the judge's statement? REPORTER 3: Mr.
Kelly, right here! REPORTER 4: Over here, Mr.
Kelly.
REPORTER: And earlier today, Mr.
Kelly emerges Mommy, look, Uncle Ethan's on TV! REPORTER: The trial had lasted just under 90 minutes after the defense issued a motion to dismiss the case.
REPORTER 2: The judge retired to consider the motion and returned to the court just over an hour later, both to agree to the dismissal and to formally exonerate Mr.
Kelly of all charges.
Sweetheart, get over here.
Mr.
Kelly, how do you feel about being exonerated? Will you be suing the authorities - for wrongful arrest? - What do you plan to do now? Well, um, right now I could use a good leaving alone.
Excuse me.
I told you he was a good kid.
Are you going to go see him? (CHUCKLES) You should go see him.
I'm busy, Pops.
(KNOCKING) Yeah? Is that the list? All the potential candidates, sir.
Okay.
Now Ombello is out of commission, we need to decide who's going to run West Coast Operations.
What do you want to do about Ethan Kelly? (SIGHS)