[train rumbling] [panting]
Please, no. No. Please, I told you it wasn't me. Someone took it. I--I don't have it, I swear. Why--why would I steal from you?
That's enough. [coughs]
You're tough, kid. But you ain't built for this. So just tell me. Where is it?
It doesn't matter how many times I say it, does it?
You already made up your mind.
Just do it already!
And this is our bullpen. You know, you got your desks, chairs. Oh, phones. You'll be sitting at this desk right here. Maybe not that one.
You didn't tell her?
Oh, no, he did. I just--I didn't know it was her desk. Well, Agent Rhodes, I mean. Yeah, I'm fine. Anywhere, really. Eva Ramos. Stuart Scola. Yeah, right. So--so Eva comes to us from Jersey. She graduated Rutgers Law with high honors. She was a prosecutor for the U.S. Attorney in Newark for five years. Then she made the switch to FBI, cut her teeth on violent crime and narcotics. What am I missing?
Wow, guys can listen. Yeah. It's like a parlor trick with this one. Just so you know, things do come at you a little quicker this side of the Hudson. Yeah, I remember. I grew up in Hell's Kitchen. Oh, and pizza is better in Jersey, by the way. So come at me. [chuckles] OK, yeah. So if things are so peachy in Jersey, what brings you to 26 Fed?
Needed a change of scenery.
Hey, what took you so long?
Traffic on the BQE was inspired. What is this place?
Well, usually, a DOT maintenance lot, but more recently, a private body dump. Actually, the lividity and blood splatter suggest the victim was killed here, roughly seven hours ago. I'm guessing there's no surveillance. Any ID?
If he had a wallet, it wasn't on him. Maybe that's what they were after. I mean, I can't imagine they'd inflict this much damage to somebody over a wallet. You mind?
So multiple blunt force injuries to his head. We've got zip ties on his wrists. And then his ankles are the size of grapefruits. Possibly fractured? You want to take a shot at the murder weapon?
I'd guess a bat or a pipe. Killer took his time. Wanted him to suffer. And then some-- you mentioned the ankles. Swelling stops at death. And since it takes a half hour for the swelling process to conclude-- So they had to break his ankles 30 minutes before they finished him off. Exactly. So they were torturing him. I wonder what for. That's what we need to figure out. I'll let VRT run these tracks, see if we can zero in on the killer's vehicle. All right, so around 2:00 a.m. last night, this man was dragged out to the middle of nowhere, bludgeoned to death. It appears he was tortured. I'm guessing it's our job to figure out what the story is behind it. So what do we know?
Victim's fingerprints ID him as Darren Fraley, 23. His father OD'd when he was 12. Mother died soon after. He's been in and out of trouble ever since-- multiple convictions, assault, drug possession. OK, so not exactly a model citizen. Still doesn't mean the kid deserved to be beaten to death. ME found a maple splinter lodged in Fraley's scalp-- came from the murder weapon, a baseball bat. OK, can we source it?
Available at any sporting goods store in the city. VRT ran the tire tracks from the scene against the CJIS footwear and tire tread database. Results just came back. We're looking for a pickup truck. Pre-2015 American made. OK, that's helpful. Mm, but not helpful enough. [applause] Hey.
Thank you, everyone. Thank you for your concern while I was away. And I sure am happy to be back, truly. We weren't expecting you for a couple more weeks. Frankly, if I had to hear Phillip's analysis of emerging markets one more time... [laughs] Yeah, well, it's good to see you. Yeah, you too. All right, let's get back to work. Yeah, yeah, you heard the boss. So what's Fraley been up to since his last stint at Rikers?
Seems he's been flying under the radar since his conditional release last year. He's not the target of any active investigations. Last known address is with his uncle, Sam Fraley, but that's out of date. But it looks like the uncle runs a wood shop in Bushwick. Well, if that's the best we have, send a team to talk to the uncle.
We all did dumb stuff as kids, but never nothing to deserve this. Do you know who Darren was running with?
Or who would have wanted to hurt him? Kid showed up last night at my house about 10:00. Hadn't seen him in months, but Darren was spinning out. He said he was in over his head with some bad people. He was supposed to stash a bag for them. It went missing. He was on the hook for it. Did he say what was in it or who he was holding it for?
I didn't ask. Nephew shows up needing a place to lay low, it's about as involved as I wanted to get. Right, but if you were to guess-- Drugs. If Darren wasn't using, he was dealing. So this morning, when he wasn't at your place?
I figured he'd skipped town. Find out whoever's looking for that bag, you'll find his killer. Thank you.
All right, so before Darren was murdered, he was holding a bag for a mystery crew. Bag goes missing. He winds up dead. So what was in the bag?
Who was the crew? That is not a lot to go on. I'm sorry. Did I imply there was a lot to go on?
There is not. What we do know is he was laying low at his uncle's house last night. Then he went somewhere and wound up being beaten to death at 2:00 a.m. So let's try to create a timeline of Darren's last movements after his uncle's house. Got something. Yeah. Pole cam footage from the street Darren's uncle lives on. At 12:07 a.m., a 1999 Ford F-350 pulls up. OK, any chance those tires match the crime scene?
Working on it.
Positive match for make and model. Can you zoom in?
Right. That's Darren. Thought he was afraid of these guys. Well, not this one, apparently. Oof.
Maybe he should have been. OK, that's not enough for facial rec, right?
Too dark, and his hat's in the way. OK. Who's running the plates?
Plates come back to a stolen minivan. But hey, wait a second. Yeah, they just crossed a plate reader in Brooklyn. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Here we go.
Hope you don't mind getting thrown in the deep end like this. I was on UCR for two years. Deep end doesn't scare me. Right. Looks like it's empty. You think the killer ditched it?
Either that or they're holed up inside. This is Special Agent Scola requesting a SWAT team to my location. We need some help clearing-- FBI! Hands where we can--
I'm on him. Shots fired. Shots fired. White male suspect.
Give me a fix, Eva. West of the warehouse. Headed north. Got him in sight.
Got him.
Step out with your hands up now.
Jump in. Let's go! [tires screeching]
What the hell happened? You had a shot. Yeah, no, I-- I couldn't take it. Why not?
I recognized the driver. He's DEA.
Isobel. AD Roback, what brings you to 31? Heard we bumped up against a DEA up in the field. To be honest, we don't know what we bumped up against. But DEA or not, my team doesn't pull any punches, so we'll get to the bottom of it. Right there, that type of grit is exactly why you're my choice for ADIC. Oh, that's-- that's interesting. You'll have to pick a successor, of course, when you move upstairs. What about Jubal Valentine?
Mm, I was worried you'd say that. Word of advice?
You want your first move to be greeted with overwhelming support. A name like Valentine's carries too much baggage. Aren't you the one who said he stepped up in my absence?
He did his level best. Jubal is exactly where he needs to be.
You Bureau guys are making a pretty bold accusation. I'm telling you, I know Bobby Galloway, OK? We worked a HIDTA task force together out of Boston in 2016. And he was driving that truck. Which puts your agent in the middle of a murder investigation. We just--we need you to make that make sense. GS Cochran, if the DEA is withholding information that can assist us-- It's not like that. OK, so explain why your agent was driving a truck we can place at our murder scene.
You heard of an outlaw motorcycle gang called The Lost Sons?
We've crossed paths with that MC. Bobby's been undercover with them the past 14 months. That's how long it takes to gain their trust. They're also heavy into fentanyl. We're trying to ID their suppliers, stop hundreds of ODs from turning into thousands on the East Coast. We have video of Agent Galloway abducting our murder victim at gunpoint, not to mention aiding the escape of a suspect who fired on the FBI. And with all that, he must have reached out, told you what's going on.
He hasn't. OK, so doesn't that worry you?
Worry me how?
That he might have switched sides. Bobby Galloway has done more for the drug war than any agent I know. This is all some misunderstanding. OK, then bring him in. Let him clear the air. I can't. When Bobby goes dark, he checks in with me. Not the other way around. His rule. OK, so when was the last time he came up for air?
He missed his last three check-ins.
OK. Thank you, GS Cochran. We will take it from here.
Yeah, it'd be great to get your perspective, seeing as you know this guy. You think it's possible that Galloway's been under too long and now he's not investigating these dealers, but he is one? Tell you the truth, I don't know what to think just yet. Well, you've got time to make up your mind. Right now, we need to find Agent Galloway and bring him in.
Meet DEA Special Agent Bobby Galloway. He's the UC that brought down that Aryan Brotherhood meth ring in '16 and the Irish mob's East Coast heroin operations in '19. He specializes in long range, deep undercover work. Commendations up and down his file. He's the real deal. But today, he is a POI in a murder investigation. Now, no one in this room likes making that accusation. So let's bring him in, make sure he hasn't forgotten which side he's on. Last time we dealt with the Lost Sons, they shot up a shelter to gain favor with the Jalisco Cartel. After that, they went subterranean-- face to face communications, rotating burners when necessary. So we can raid their clubhouse. We can shake the tree on known locations, but we can't pinpoint Bobby with cell data. What other angles do we have?
BOLO's out on the Ford F-350. Well, he's probably dumped that by now. What else?
Agent Galloway doesn't have social media, but his wife, Cassie, posted a crowdfunding page for their five-year-old son diagnosed with Fanconi anemia two months ago. How does that help us?
Well, once Silas was diagnosed, the family was screened to see if they were a bone marrow match. And there are two insurance co-pays, one for Cassie and one for Bobby. So he knew about his kid's medical emergency. Which means Cassie had a way to reach him when he was under. Let's get a team over there to talk to her now.
What's the deal with you and this Bobby guy?
You worked a task force together?
The first post out of Quantico. He took a two bit hunch off some junkie CI, turned it into something truly actionable, and closed the case. Helped me get a foothold in the Bureau. So you looked up to him?
Back then, um, I wanted to be him. We all did. [knocking] UC work is a two way street. You can try and live two lives, but you stay under too long, people get hurt.
Cassie Galloway?
Special Agent Scola and Ramos, FBI. I'm sorry. I don't know how to contact my husband. Look around. I'm on my own when he's under. What is this about?
Is Bobby OK?
Well, we're trying to figure that out. Do you guys have a system, a way to send up a flare in an emergency?
No, Bobby says it's for our protection.
Mrs. Galloway, you know lying to a federal agent is a felony?
I'm not. You are, because Bobby showed up at the hospital to test if he was a bone marrow match for your son because you reached out to him. We just want to know how. Get out of my house. You're not even DEA. I don't have to help you. OK, Cassie, look, I worked with Bobby. I know how much he sacrifices for the job. I know you both do. OK?
But it's looking like he's in some serious trouble. He's involved in a murder. Murder?
Do you think he-- It doesn't matter what I think because there's a building full of people who believe that he flipped sides. Now, I don't want to believe that. So that means that I'm definitely the guy that you want bringing him in.
There's something I need to show you.
Way to work the wife. I meant every word.
A few nights ago, I heard someone out here. It was Bobby. I knew something was wrong. He never comes home until an op is done. So why the exception?
He told me he left something in here. In case anything happened to him, it'd be our insurance policy.
I didn't look. Whatever "insurance policy" was, I didn't want it in our house. But there's no arguing with Bobby. Got to think that's the bag Darren Fraley was supposed to watch. All right, well, let's see what was so important it got him killed. What is it?
Semtex. What's a biker gang need plastic explosives for?
Bobby stored explosives in our home with our son?
Cassie, I'm going to ask you again, how do you get in touch with your husband?
[indistinct chatter] He should be here by now. Anytime I text that burner phone, Bobby's here within an hour. We're only a few minutes past here. Let's let it play out. Maybe he got spooked from the shootout.
Got a possible on Bobby exiting a cab on Herman Street.
Negative, not him.
Wait, incoming from the south side, black hoodie.
I see him. You want us to move in?
Can't ID is face yet. It could be a decoy. Probably armed. Let's just sit tight until I got a visual.
Sorry. I know it's a risk to have you-- Tell me Silas is OK. Yeah, he's fine. If he's fine, then why am I here?
Did you really kill someone?
Who told you that?
That's Galloway. Move in.
I--I'm--I'm sorry, Bobby.
What did you do? I'm sorry. Bobby Galloway, FBI. You're under arrest.
Come on, man, we're on the same team. Do yourself a favor. Shut your mouth.
Agent Galloway, the only person that can help you right now is you. You interfered with our murder investigation and you helped a suspect who shot at us evade arrest. I heard shots. I didn't know who was shooting at us. Us?
You are DEA. You're not a Lost Son. Unless he is. I don't care how big you are. Say that again, I'll knock you out. Bobby, you're only here because we have you abducting Darren Fraley and driving him to the murder site. And the bag that the Lost Sons are looking for, the one that got Darren killed, your wife turned it over to us. Cash, Semtex. That's evidence. You're smart enough to know that you destroyed the chain of custody when you stashed that in the garage. What happened, Bobby? Did you get tired of seeing the bad guys get paid? Is that why you told your wife that it was insurance?
That's not what I meant. You know it. Did you kill Darren Fraley?
Do you think I don't know what you're doing? How many times I've been on that side of the table-- Just answer the question.
The Lost Sons are planning something big. It's bigger than drugs. Lives are in danger. What are you talking about, exactly?
I don't have the details yet. That's why you got to take these off and put me back in. So you just want us to let you go and drop our murder investigation because you say that they're planning something imminent? If you don't believe me, put me on the box.
Yeah, give me a little "get comfortable in here." Let's see who does that better, you or me. What do you think?
I think it's his job to be convincing. We polygraph him, we can get to the core of his story. With all due respect, guy's been under 14 months. Probably hasn't slept in, what?
Half that. You box him, he'll blow it. Anyone would. It'll be meaningless. So polygraph is out. What's in?
Let me take a run at him.
I know you. Boston, right?
Don't need to do the dance, Bobby. I know you made me the second you saw me this morning.
[chuckles] Yeah, you were the junior agent. Aryan Brotherhood task force out of Boston.
What was that we used to call you?
[chuckles] It'll come back to me. Well, here's a meatball down the middle. Darren Fraley, how'd he die?
I remember very fondly, in a room full of silverbacks pounding their chests, you were the only one not afraid to ask questions. Smart kid. So why are you buying this story about me being dirty?
I haven't bought anything. I want to hear your side of it. You want me to say I killed Darren?
Is that a confession?
14 months trying to ID the Lost Son suppliers. Earn their trust. A few more weeks, I could call in the cavalry, go home, sleep next to my wife, tuck in my kid.
And Rick Vogel goes and he changes everything. Vogel, club president, right?
Did time upstate for attempted murder?
Yeah, he's out. And he's gone all fire and brimstone talking about destroying the club's enemies. I thought it was talk. So what changed your mind? A few days ago, Vogel sends me and Darren on a pickup. It's nobody we've ever met, so I figured it's a club supplier. Only this time it's not fentanyl, it's Semtex. We take it to Vogel, he tells Darren to stash the bag. I couldn't let the club have the explosives, but I didn't want the ATF or the FBI coming in and vulturing my bust. So you took the bag from Darren to save your own op?
Yeah. Nothing goes boom. The op survives. It's a win-win. I trail the kid, take the bag. The explosives are off the board. Right?
I figure, worst case, Darren catches a beating. Vogel took it a different way. So Vogel killed Darren?
Look, man, Vogel had me take Darren to the spot. I don't know what happened after that. Did I kill Darren Fraley?
No. But any way you do the math, I am the reason the kid's dead.
I don't know what Vogel's got planned, but he's not backing down. And it's happening today.
Rick Vogel, leader of the Lost Sons. According to agent Galloway, Vogel plans to expand his club's influence by taking out its enemies. And when he does, there will be collateral damage. Yeah, I know details are sparse, but what do we know about the Lost Sons' rivals? In the last three years, they've gone toe to toe with the Blood Masons, the Dead Eagles, and the Long Island Vandals, mostly territory disputes. OK, can NYPD stake out the known bases of all three MCs? On it. Perfect, thank you. All right. In the meantime, Bobby will go back under, wired up with dummy Semtex. Scola and Eva will be escorting him, ready to jump in if anything goes sideways. If the Lost Sons are planning something this drastic, they'll have eyes everywhere. Then we'll have more. I want to see everything around the Lost Sons clubhouse-- security feed, traffic cams. I'll take a nanny cam if you got it. 20/20 vision, people. All right, Bobby, you got a tight needle and thread. It's not enough for Vogel to give up the target. He has to spell out intent over the wire. You do that, you've made your case. We won't move in until you have both. Yeah, yeah. This isn't really a "yeah, yeah" situation. Look, he still trusts me. I'll get you what you want. All right, well, if that changes, distress word's daylight. And here are your comms. Yeah, that's where I draw the line. Well, how do we communicate with you?
You don't. Look, these guys are paranoid. They'll spot that a mile away.
This isn't my first rodeo, OK?
You can relax. Ask Stu. He's seen what I do. Still cocky. Let's stay focused, shall we?
Let's rock and roll.
Showtime.
Whatever happens, it's not on you. What do you mean?
I know why you're worried. Your old partner. But everybody knows what they signed up for.
We were starting to get worried. I was doing a little Christmas shopping. You really shouldn't have.
The thing is, Bobby, you know I've never been into gifts.
Vogel's not taking the bag. Something's wrong here. He's just making Bobby sweat. If he keeps his cool, he'll be fine.
Are we doing this?
We got to get him out of there. He didn't say the distress word. Yeah, because he's too busy getting his head kicked in! Outlaw MCs rely on disciplinary punishment. If they wanted Bobby dead, he would be dead. Just get ready to move.
Come here.
That's enough. That's enough. [coughing] Get him up. [coughing]
Where'd you find this?
At Darren's uncle's place.
You were right. The kid was lying to you.
He was trying to steal from you. Well, you should've told me what you were up to. I would've sent a few brothers with you. Well, he stole the bag on my watch, right?
It's up to me to make it right.
Bobby freaking Galloway. The guy's slick. Not out of the woods yet. [coughing] An example needed to be set. I can't have a brother disappearing in the middle of a job. Not with the Feds buzzing around. I had to get to the bag before they did. Yeah, no, you did good. But as it turns out, I don't need it anymore. I thought you said you were doing something big. Oh, I still am. And when it's over, everyone's going to know who's in charge. Come on, Bobby, get him to spell it out. Whatever it is, I want in on it. Are you sure about that, Bobby?
I'll do what needs doing. I've proven that, haven't I?
There's nothing I wouldn't do for this club.
Let's ride.
Galloway and Vogel are on the move. They're headed west on Sutter Avenue towards Brownsville. Copy, we're on it. You see 'em?
Not yet.
Yep. They're heading north on Logan. Jubal, we have a visual. - Copy that. Pursue, but do not engage. We still don't know Vogel's plan.
Be advised. UC and suspect have pulled over on Empire, between Kingston and Albany.
They're going inside. Question is, for what?
OK, we've been in the dark too long. Vogel says he's going after his rivals. I want to know who is in that building. Looks like the building is slated for demolition. Cross-referencing the address with the Lost Sons intel we got from DEA and NYPD-- no connections. Hey, wait up. I got something. Yeah, let's hear it. Rick Vogel, he spent four years in Attica, right?
Attempted murder. What about it?
Well, the ADA on that case was Oren Sarhardt. Comes from a family of real estate developers. His father is scheduled to break ground on a new project in that same complex. The Sarhardts are scheduled to be there any minute. Vogel's not going to war with another gang. He's going after the man who put him away. And he's going to take out his whole family.
OK.
What are we looking at?
Well, they're headed up the emergency stairwell. And I don't like this. Our guy's unarmed.
Hey, what are we doing up here, man?
I didn't bring you up here to ask questions, Bobby. Why'd you bring me out here, bro?
To enjoy the fireworks. Come here.
There's more than one way to make a bomb, Bobby.
You said there's nothing you wouldn't do for this club.
Take it.
All units, go. Vogel's on the roof with a cell phone trigger. We're moving in. [phone rings] All right, listen up. Vogel must have acquired a new set of explosives and they're in place. So we need to find this bomb. Got something. Yeah. Security footage from where Sarhardt's set to be. This was earlier today.
Oh, that's Vogel. Driving an ambo that was reported stolen this morning. Leaves it there, walks away. Staging it for the big event. The bomb has to be inside. Get me a live feed.
There's got to be 100 people down there. If that bomb goes off-- We won't let that happen. Take it, brother. Take it, Bobby. Just take it. That's it, Bobby.
There's the van. We don't have enough time to wait for a tech. We're going to have to defuse it ourselves. No, no, no. Maggie, you got to get everybody out of here-- I got this. OA. Go, I got it.
I need everybody to stay calm. We need to evacuate to the nearest street right now. Please go right now. Sarhardt's getting up on that stage any second now. People are going to remember this day. Evacuate immediately. Go. Please, stay calm. Somebody must have tipped them off. No, we can't wait. Blow it, blow it, blow it now. There's innocent people down there. Press the button! This isn't what we're about! Go, go, go.
What the hell is going on?
ADA Sarhardt, I need you to take your family and go to the nearest street right now.
I got eyes on the explosive. There's enough material here to level a city block.
Give it here. Give me that.
It was you, wasn't it, Bobby?
You tipped them off.
[people shrieking] OA, I got Ian here. Can you give us a visual?
Here. OA, you've got to locate the power supply. Anything with enough juice to complete the circuit and make that thing go boom. Any of these things could be a power supply, Ian. No, no, it's got to be there. And watch out for the tilt switch. If you disturb the components, you could trigger the device.
Set.
[clanking] They rigged it. All right, keep trying.
Shots fired. Shots fired on the rooftop. Shots fired. [glass shatters]
OA, how you doing?
Uh, I've been better. Ian, what about this?
That's a fluorescent light ballast. Cut the wire that connects it to the bottom of the black box. OK.
It's now or never. Black, brown, or blue?
Your choice.
Blue. Blue it is.
[panting] OK, good choice.
It's over, Rick.
Your friends know what you did last night, Bobby?
Because there's blood on your hands too, brother.
He went for the gun.
He's gone.
Hey. So you couldn't have just come back on, like, a summer Friday, huh?
I guess not. So these rumblings, is it true?
Assistant director in charge?
Oh, well, it's shaping up that way. I mean, that's--makes sense.
I guess I'd like to say that-- not that filling your shoes would be an easy task, but if it were to come up, it could be something I'm interested in.
You want to put your hat in the ring for SAC. Yeah, I mean, I know you have options. I'm not taking anything for granted, but-- yeah, you know.
Listen, I have to run. I can hear Phillip pacing in the foyer. [chuckles] Right. OK. Night. Night.
Bobby. Look who showed up.
Hey, give me a second, OK?
Come on, buddy.
You made sure your button cam was facing away, but you didn't account for the security cameras on that roof. Vogel never went for your gun, Bobby. That's an execution. Who's seen this?
Well, nobody yet. I thought I'd get the story from you before I ran it up the ladder.
Most of what I told you that night is-- is true.
I picked up Darren. I took him to Vogel. I thought the rest of the MC was going to be there. I thought the kid would take a beating.
I got to the lot. Vogel called an audible. Pitted you against the kid. He held the bat out to me and said if I wanted to live, I had to prove my loyalty to him and the club. So I-- You took it. And you murdered Darren. I chose my family. I chose my son. I chose all the people we saved. So knowing what you think you know now, what would you have done? And you killed Vogel to cover up what you did. I killed Vogel because he deserved to die.
Back in Boston, first day of that task force, you came to me-- and you'll remember this. You came to me, and you asked me to take you down the rabbit hole. You said you wanted to be a career UC. I remember that. Yeah. You laughed. And you said I'd make a better boy scout than an undercover. That's why I gave you that name, Boy scout, because that's what you are. That's why you're going to do what you're going to do.
You mind if I go kiss my son good-bye?
Of course you can.
Hey. When I told you that I needed a change of scenery from my last job... Yeah?
I kind of lied by omission there. I was in a relationship with someone at my field office. OK. Bad breakup?
You could say that. Right now he's at MDC pending trial for conspiring to bring down the FBI. Are you kidding me?
He was Forefront?
Mm-hmm. How long were you together?
Six months. But we were partners for years.
I was stunned. I didn't know who I could trust. Almost lost faith in the job. Almost. So when I heard that there was an opening here at the team that beat Forefront, I put in for a transfer because I knew that this is where I needed to be. I'm not sure-- So don't ever doubt what you do here, because this team, it's our conscience, especially you.
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