[sighs] Ugh.
Slow down, Jared! How many times I gotta warn you?
Sorry, Mr. Wynn. I forgot my history book. [sighs]
What are you-- hey, buddy, I'm talking to you!
[sighs] Damn it. You try and live together in peace and harmony.
Gas leak?
Oh, here we are.
Miller's a great choice. I'm glad you agreed. The director is ready to lock in a chain of command. How's Jubal taking the news?
I have not notified the other candidates. Is this gonna be an issue? No. I will tell everyone this afternoon. Rip the Band-Aid. He's a big boy.
Valentine. Uh, yeah. [clears throat] Yes, sir? As you know, SAC Castille is taking the ADIC job. Yes, of course. As--as she fully deserves. Let's cut to the chase. You put your hat in the ring to replace her, but we're going with someone else. You understand, of course.
Uh, yeah. Sure, I do. Good man. Now, you'll let him know who he'll be reporting to?
By the end of the day.
Uh, if there isn't anything else, I have a situation. See, ASAC Valentine?
You're exactly where you need to be.
Fire marshal? Yes, ma'am. Special Agent Bell. This is Special Agent Zidan. Your colleagues are here talking to witnesses. Heard you're taking it over from us?
Yeah, the structure is part of an urban housing and development program that Congresswoman Wright took some interest in. It's her district, so she gave us a call. Works for me. So, you know, looking like arson. Three structures damaged. 25 units responded, but-- How many dead?
We found seven, so far. This is my worst nightmare. Right?
There's no way out. Oh, my God, are they all dead?
I'm sorry, ma'am. This is an active crime scene. You gotta back up. Please, Lord. Please, please, please. Ma'am, do you live here? I do. Oh, God, what happened?
Well, we're still trying to figure that out. Do you live alone, or-- Yes, yes. It's just me. Do you know who died?
Well, we're not releasing that information just yet. What's your name? Lorraine Green. Can you just-- can you just tell me?
1G, my friend Karla and her kids. Did they make it out?
Lorraine, I'm so sorry. Uh, nobody in 1G made it out. No, no, no, no, no, no.
The blast originated here in the laundry room. Subsequent fireballs took out the floor above. Flames spread too fast to save the building. And we are sure this was arson? I found a gas line down here that had been tampered with. I'm sure. Do you think this gas line was the accelerant?
Afraid so. Didn't even give these poor folks a chance to get out. What was the ignition source?
We haven't found it yet, but it wouldn't have taken much with all that gas. We'll take a look. Thanks, Marshal.
Oh, man. You think that was our arsonist?
Not likely. Probably just wrong place, wrong time. So what are you thinking?
Uh, remote trigger, cell phone? This whole room would have had to fill with gas, so we're probably looking for time delay device. I don't know, anything out of the ordinary. Hang on.
This does not look like it belongs down here. What's that? I don't know, but I do see a serial number. Folks! So we have a firebombing of an apartment building in Ocean Hills. Per the fire department, these are the seven New Yorkers who died this morning-- an older retiree, a young couple that moved in two days ago, a single mother and her two children, ages 7 and 11, and a teenage girl whose parents were out of town. You want to play that video for 'em?
Your girl just got the new Eleanor Mitchell novel! Ooh, I'm already on chapter two, and y'all, the prose-- like, so beautiful it hurts. And I promise you, one day you're gonna see my name on the cover of a novel. Her name was Cierra Gibson, and she was one of the seven innocent people caught unawares. Today we work for them. Jubal, it was eight. What--what's that?
There were eight victims according to the ME's prelim. Our 15-year-old vic Cierra Gibson was pregnant. Oh, right. Well, all the more reason to dig in and find the son of a bitch that lit the match. How are we doing with ID'ing the device found on scene?
Kelly, my back's turned, but I'm talking to you. Yeah, I'm just pulling the serial number. We will work on tracking that down. All right, we need to scour surveillance from every camera within spitting distance of our building 30 minutes before the explosion, right?
Okay, closest camera's three blocks down, facing the opposite direction. Well, keep digging. In the meantime, let's talk about motive. Maybe we can backdoor a suspect. That area of Ocean Hill is a hotbed of gang activity. I'll start digging in. Could be a connection. Yeah, yeah, yeah, good. And what about insurance fraud?
That's evergreen. What's our building's owner been up to?
Just checked his finances-- stable. His insurance payout is far less than the building's worth. Plus, he's cooperating. Okay, we'll put a pin in him for now. But you know what?
You snatch a theory out of my hand, I expect you to hand me another. Hey, we got a hit on the device. Getting better. It's part of a heating coil for a pilot beer-brewing system. Uh, sold to a Rockaway Brewing, Queens. All right, get Scola and Eva down there to question the owner. What's a piece of brewing equipment doing in a laundry room?
Yeah, the heating coil is definitely one of ours. We own a couple dozen. You're saying it was used in some kind of attack?
Arson. Uh, set off an explosion this morning in Ocean Hill. Oh, my God. Which of your employees have access to this equipment?
All of them. But I mean, I don't think that-- oh. What? [sighs] I--look, I don't want to make any false accusations, okay?
Eight people are dead, Mr. Croft. I--I tried to do a good thing. I hired this guy as a temp cellar operator. He'd just been released from prison. Bit of an odd duck. But, you know, people deserve a second chance. Name is Harry Jenkins. He come to work this morning?
Clocked in late. He's in the back. Wait here.
Hey. Uh, if you're looking for the restroom, it's back through that hallway there. You Harry Jenkins?
Who's asking? The FBI. We've got a couple questions. Oh, yeah. Cool. I, uh--
Stay on him!
[crates clatter] Up we go.
Dumb move, Harry.
Mr. Jenkins, I have some bad news for you. The brewery owner has sent over some CCTV footage. We have you on video stealing a heating coil. Would you care to explain? I have an engineer's mind. I like to see how things work. Ah, that is right. That's what sent you to Ridgebury in 2016-- setting fire with criminal intent to your mother's house. She--she wasn't supposed to be there. She got lucky. She survived. You rigged a microwave that time?
Yeah, well, that one was easy. I could show you how. Why don't you show me how the heating coils worked?
Today's business. It looked like some sort of time-delayed incendiary device. The spirals in nature work the same way. Uh, most efficient of all shapes for sending energy out or taking it in.
Okay, Harry. Fire marshal has pulled a partial print off of a charred side door he believes that the perp-- that would be you-- used to exit. My lab techs have told me that PCR amplification has made boosting trace DNA from highly deteriorated samples much more viable. Fascinating.
Why'd you do this, Harry?
Don't you see?
The dogs of war demanded it.
Okay.
That guy is a strange one. Yeah, no doubt about that. I don't think it was Harry Jenkins' idea. What makes you say that? It was an escalation. He's been setting fires since he was 12 years old, but this was the first time he killed. What did he say, "dogs of war?" Mm-hmm. I bet they put him up to it. Okay, let's go look into known associates.
All right, folks, the good news is, forensics confirmed that Harry Jenkins was behind the attack this morning. The not-as-good news is, our agents suspect he did not act alone, so let's see if there's any meat on that bone. What do we know about him?
Harry Jenkins, 37. Born and raised in Shamokin, PA. Recently paroled from FCI Ridgebury after a five-year sentence for arson. Uh, patchy work history, no long-term jobs. Known associates? None. He's giving off loner vibes. Hey, Jubal. Yeah?
You need to see this. Okay. Uh, forensics recovered text from Jenkins' phone. This is from 9:55 a.m. yesterday. "Need a job done. 1317 South Norton." That's the address to the building that was attacked this morning. So he was told to do it. Can we ID the person who texted him?
Uh, number's unregistered, likely a burner. It's also currently off. Give me a sec. I can try to pinpoint the location of the phone when the text message was sent. Okay. Huh, interesting. Why is that?
Well, it pinged to a cell tower right outside FCI Ridgebury where Jenkins was incarcerated. You're telling me the order to attack that building came from inside a federal prison?
Question of the day is, why would somebody at Ridgebury Prison order the firebombing of an apartment building in Ocean Hill?
Now, our firebug, Harry Jenkins, has lawyered up. He is not talking. So if we want answers fast, it is on us. We should be looking for a connection to Jenkins, not just within the prisoner population, but also guards, staffers. My money's on an inmate. Okay. Why is that?
Motive. That building was in Latin Kings territory. The Kings are a violent prison gang with criminal operations inside and on the streets-- drugs, armed robbery, racketeering. Could be the Kings locked in a new way to make money-- extorting residents in their territory for protection. Right, so torching a building in their own backyard says-- This is what happens when you don't pay up. Even when the residents aren't gang-affiliated?
Doesn't matter to Kaos. So true. Wait, Kaos?
Maximus Piñeiro AKA Kaos. He's the Latin King shot-caller at Ridgebury, serving four consecutive life sentences for murder. Man pumped 60 rounds into a rival's car at a stoplight, with his wife and kids inside. All right, let's get Eva and Scola down to Ridgebury to question this guy. Find that phone that sent the text. Let's shut this down, now. Yes, ma'am.
Special Agents Scola and Ramos?
Yeah. Warden Cristina Santos. We spoke on the phone. Yeah, thanks for arranging this, warden. Always happy to help out the FBI. You picked an interesting time to visit Ridgebury. The Latin Kings are on the verge of war with another gang in here, United Blood Nation. Prison politics. Is that gonna be an issue for us?
Long as it doesn't pop off, no. You're here to interview Kaos, right?
Shot-caller for the Latin Kings?
Yeah, we can do it somewhere quiet so the prison whisper mill doesn't start up. Wouldn't that be nice? What do you mean?
What's the problem?
Getting him out of his cell.
Last chance to make this easy. Back up to the cell door. Put your hands through the food slot. Hell no. You want some?
Come get it.
Hey, we need help back here! [grunting]
How's your head?
Still ringing? How's yours?
Oh, cut to the chase, Piñeiro. You've already wasted too much of our time. Yo, tell the lady cop I go by Kaos, huh?
Lady cop's FBI. We both are. You're looking at eight federal counts of murder as an aggravated circumstance. Yeah? For what? For ordering Harry Jenkins, who did time here at Ridgebury, to firebomb an apartment building in Ocean Hill this morning. Eight people died, and you're on the hook for it. That's the needle. Nah, that's a setup. You ordered a similar hit four years ago in rival territory. That one a setup too?
You made the call from a burner that was smuggled into this prison. Whatever happened out there today wasn't me. Prove it. Where's your burner?
Look, you're out of moves here, all right?
You can play ball, or the next call that you make might be from death row.
I'll get you my phone so you see it wasn't me.
But nothing in life is free. In exchange, I want you to tell me who's stepping to me in my own territory. So what, you could put a target on their back?
You think we'd help you with that?
Absolutely not. Best offer, we put in a word to the warden and you might get some more privileges.
You choose.
Ah. [breathes deeply] You shouldn't have brought her in here. She is too pretty.
Oh, I saw Jubal in Isobel's office with Ropac earlier. You think he got the nod for SAC?
He didn't get the promotion. What?
All right, anything? Not yet. Okay. [sighs] Boss, I just, um-- [clears throat] Just heard about the, uh-- sorry. Oh, yeah. Well, thanks. But, uh-- but don't worry about it. I like my gig. What, come through? Yeah. So Kaos made a lot of calls and sent a lot of colorful text messages, but his cell number doesn't match the one we're looking for. No way that text came from his phone. Oh, okay. So Kaos is telling the truth. He did not order the attack. Well, we're looking for a different phone inside that prison. Yeah, we're gonna have to toss the place to find it. Route Maggie and OA over there to help. They're gonna need to go through every cell block.
There's a lot of contraband here, warden. A lot of criminals too. Prison. There's a black market for everything. All right. Six phones total. Warden, can I see your phone, please?
Who's in cell 44?
That'd be Russell "Two-Slice" Jackson.
Two-Slice is shot-caller for United Blood Nation inside Ridgebury. He's Kaos's number one rival in here?
None other. Killed an inmate years ago. Story for another time, but it was a closed-casket funeral. He's ballsy enough to call a shot in a rival gang's territory?
He's got a lot of power in here. Must have a lot of power out there too. Open the gate. All inmates on the ground! All inmates in the yard, get down on the ground.
You heard me. Get down! You know the drill.
Two-Slice Jackson, sound off! [grunts]
Two-Slice! Two-Slice Jackson!
I got one not complying. That's him. You too good to get on the ground?
Russell Jackson. Rise and shine, Russell.
Hello, time to get up. Hey.
We're gonna need prison medical. No, it's too late. He's dead.
Great, so our prime suspect, Russell Jackson, was just murdered in the yard. You think it was the Kings' retaliation for the firebombing this morning?
I don't know. The Kings and United Blood Nation hate each other. It's why the warden keeps them separated. The Kings wouldn't have a chance to kill Two-Slice. Okay, so if it wasn't a King, then who was it?
Hold on. We know that there was an order sent through text message on Russell's phone. Yes. We don't know if he was the one who sent it. Let's find out. [knocks]
FBI. Hi. We are here for Russell Jackson's file, but we would also like to know where he was yesterday morning,
He was in mandatory counseling. So it couldn't have been him. Okay, but the warden did say that the inmates' cells stay unlocked during day room hours, right?
So whoever did this waited until they knew Russell wouldn't be there, snuck in, sent the text. There's hundreds of inmates on the cell block. So you get homicides here often?
Suicides are more common, but that's not to say stabbings don't happen. As for Mr. Jackson, uh, it looks like it was quick and thorough. Multiple stab wounds punctured the torso. Prison shivs are nasty work. The most effective ones are shaved out of in-house items-- a toothbrush, coffee lid, or in this case, uh... The shiv was left in his body.
Sewing needles. How do inmates get access to sharp objects?
Stolen from the tailor shop, most likely. Only low-risk prisoners are supposed to work there. Someone made a high-risk move today. Yeah, they did. We need to find out everyone who had access to that shop.
Lock it down. I want all inmates back in their cells. Hey, we need a minute with you. You're the least of my problems right now, agents. Find me when I got this under control. Uh, hold on a second. It's in your favor to work with us. The order to take out that apartment building that killed eight people came from inside this prison. Who do you think that's gonna blow back on?
Fine, but make it quick. We're zeroing in on an inmate that works at the prison tailor shop. Anyone on that detail that might ring a bell?
Most of those guys wouldn't have any interest in stepping to a guy like Two-Slice. He was respected. He used his power in the yard to keep the peace. Now that he's gone, could get ugly.
Unless... Unless what?
Yeah. Cole Watkins, low-level guy in Two-Slice's crew. He worked in the tailor shop?
He would have access to the murder weapon. Two days ago, we had to pull them apart. I didn't think anything of it at the time. Okay, we need everything you have on Watkins. Okay. We should call the JOC. Let's get Eva and Scola on that call too. All right, folks, eyes up. We have a new name to pin to the board, Cole Watkins. What do we know about him?
47, formerly of Ozone Park. He's currently finishing a 15-year bid for drug possession. History of burglary. Uh, grand theft auto. Okay, so a real Boy Scout. All right. Guys, so we think this Watkins is good for Russell Jackson's murder, yeah? Prison forensics was able to put together a partial print from the murder weapon and the burner phone that we found in Jackson's cell. We sent the scans over to CJIS. Okay, well, while we wait on that, let's puzzle this out. Why would Watkins take out the guy he reports to in his gang?
I know, it's a risk. But if it was him, he must have had a damn good reason. Does this Watkins guy connect to any of the residents in the building that went up?
Damn good question. What do we know?
Uh, yeah, we are cross-referencing residents now against Cole Watkins. I'm in Bureau of Prisons visitation records. I may have something. Cole Watkins' recent visitors. Not many, but this woman Lorraine Green came by three days ago. Lorraine Green. We know that name. Wait, Scola and I questioned her after the fire in Brooklyn this morning. She's a tenant. She said that she was at work at the time. So, Lorraine Green. What do we know?
I've got video of her visiting Cole Watkins at Ridgebury. Who is she to Watkins?
Unclear, but she testified against him ten years ago at a parole hearing. No love lost there. Whoa. Uh, Lorraine Green's son is DeMarcus Green. Uh, should I know that name, DeMarcus Green?
Uh, DeMarcus Green, he's like a college-age LeBron, but with more range. Here, uh...
Okay, I'm gonna throw this out there, hope I don't brick it, but who is the father on DeMarcus's birth certificate?
Get this, Cole Watkins. It is. Okay. So Lorraine visits her son's father. Two days later, her apartment building is firebombed. So what is this, a family drama gone way wrong?
Could be about money. DeMarcus is a freshman at Rutgers, but he just signed an NIL deal worth $6 million. Uh, for the uninitiated?
Uh, the NCAA gave student athletes financial control of their name, image, and likeness. Looks like Lorraine helped negotiate a deal with Nike. So their son stood to gain a significant amount of money. Maybe Lorraine was standing in Watkins' way. Right, Watkins eliminates her, door is wide open for him to benefit from his son's soon-to-be-had riches. Except he failed. That sounds like motive to me. Let's take a run at him. Okay, get Scola and Eva back. Fill them in, yeah?
Man, I'm gonna miss this place. What's that, the, uh--the adrenaline?
Yeah. It's gonna miss you right back.
I ain't sick. Yo, where are you taking me?
I just told you I ain't sick, for real.
Who the hell are y'all?
[door slams] Ain't no doctor, so what then?
Feds?
I'm Special Agent Ramos, and this is Special Agent Scola. Have a seat.
You know, I'm, uh-- I'm sorry to inform you, but your friend Russell Jackson, formerly known as Two-Slice, is dead. Yeah, he caught it in the gut, they say. Ain't no cameras on that side of the yard, though, right?
At least that's how I heard it. You two were tight?
Nah, not even. That's not what we heard from the warden. She said you were close until a few days ago. Some kind of disagreement. Yes, seems like we're not friends, right?
Stop. There's more. And then yesterday, at 9:55 a.m., you snuck...
Into Jackson's cell while he was with the Ridgebury shrink. You sent a text to a former inmate that you know on the outside, Harry Jenkins. Does that name ring a bell? No?
Okay, well, he's in our custody now, after he firebombed a building that you told him to take down. You ordered it, right?
Now eight people are dead, Watkins. Two of them were children. One of them was a pregnant teenager, okay?
So that's on you. Y'all done? Because I really think y'all should take me back to my cell. Cole, I got your prints on the shiv that you left inside of your friend.
Here's how we think it went down. You asked Jackson to set up this attack, and he said no. You argued. You went around him, and you used his phone anyway. Jackson found out that it was you who took this building down in rival gang territory without his permission while he was trying to keep the peace that you had to get rid of him, right?
Before he could hang you out to dry. Y'all think y'all so smart, but y'all dumb as hell. Y'all don't got any idea how things go down in here. Y'all are tourists. Y'all wouldn't last one day in here. Now, if y'all as smart as y'all think you are, y'all will take me back to my cell. 'Cause it's about to pop off in here, and I'm pretty sure y'all don't want to be in here when it do. Tell us about Lorraine.
Did you think we wouldn't figure that out?
What are you talking about?
Why'd you want her dead?
I love Lorraine. I would have never hurt her. And I'm telling y'all, put me back inside. Come on, Watkins. You are set to be released in four months, and your son was finally gonna be able to take care of you and only you. That's what you wanted, right? So you tried to take out your ex, but you missed. You killed a bunch of innocent people and now you're gonna spend... Enough of this. The rest of your life in here. I want a lawyer.
[indistinct announcement playing over PA] See? Told y'all.
Uh, Jubal. Yeah?
Tactical alert from Ridgebury. They're locking down. Tactical alert?
Are we up on the prison security system?
I want eyes inside. Uh, we requested access from Bureau of Prisons. It should be in now. Yeah.
Whoa. There's a brawl breaking out. Get--get the warden on the phone. What--what's protocol here? Containment. Once it settles down, the prison negotiates with the shot-callers. These things tend to burn out quick. Yeah, and what if the prisoners break containment?
That's never happened at Ridgebury. Let's hear it. Open it! Do it or he dies! Open it! The guards aren't supposed to open the door, no matter--
[cackling] They got a full-blown riot on their hands.
I want Block D secured first, east to west. That'll bottleneck them. Warden, our agents are trapped in that infirmary. I told you, we'll deal with your agents once I put down this riot. Not good enough. Did we reach the warden?
Yeah, Maggie and OA are with her. They're formulating a plan. Oh, my God. Inmates have broken containment in the yard. They're roaming free all over Cell Block D. All right, focus. Where are our other agents now?
Uh, okay. I got Scola and Eva. They're pinned down in the infirmary. They're with Watkins. Where does this hallway Kaos is in lead?
Uh, they can get into the chapel, the library. Does it go past the infirmary?
Uh, based on these schematics, yes. He's gotta be headed towards Watkins. Eva and Scola are not armed. I know. Boss, what's our next move? We just gotta hope Maggie and OA get to them in time. We're trapped in here. There's not a secondary exit in the infirmary? You're looking at it, ma'am. Okay, we need a game plan. You think you and your partner can handle Watkins here? What?
Yeah, it shouldn't be a problem. All right, you can barricade yourselves inside. Safest place to be until we regain control. We need to lock down this hallway. Wait, wait, wait. The two of you alone are going to take on all of them?
To be clear, if inmates breach this door, it gets real ugly, real fast. Do not, under any circumstances, let them inside. We're here. Your agents are here. Riot's here. Between us and them, there's no way out. There's no way around. There's just through. But I've got 700 inmates, half of which are in the riot area, and they don't just want to break out of prison. They want to kill each other based on their gang affiliation. I give it ten minutes before we're at critical mass, have to pull out and wait for backup. I'm not waiting that long. Hang on. What's this hatch?
Maintenance access to the roof. Can we use it to drop down somewhere near the infirmary?
It's too dangerous. I--I'm not breaking protocol. I don't care. We are getting our agents out.
If they get through this door-- I know, I know, we're sitting ducks. All right, look, just look for anything we can use as a weapon. There's got to be something around here. Scalpels, anything. All the sharp stuff, they bring in for surgeries, and then they wheel it right back out. Ain't nothing like that laying around.
The riot's coming. They're here.
Hey.
[laughs] Watkins!
Open the door! All right, y'all-- y'all can't be serious. Y'all gotta give me a fighting chance at least. Open it! Get back! Let me in!
Come on! All right, here. Unlock him. We're in charge, you hear me? Whatever. I ain't got no beef with y'all. Back!
Come on, come on!
Go, go! Hey! He said get back! Get back!
Scola! [grunts] Hey! Oh, Watkins, I see you. Hey, don't do this. Oh, yeah? Wouldn't want to add more time to my four life sentences?
Take these fools!
Get the hell off me! Hey! No one touches her but me. [panting] [laughs]
All right, we don't have a lot of time.
[panting, groaning] Nowhere to run now. It ain't got nothing to do with you, Kaos. No, no, no, no, no. You killed people on my block. Now you gotta answer for that.
Get him up. [grunting, panting] Listen. Listen, listen, listen. Kaos, I'm about to come into some serious cash. Oh, you begging now?
Look, I could cut you in. I'm talking some serious cash. You think I want your money? No, please. Just listen, man. It'll be good for you and me, man. Yeah? Yeah.
Yeah? [grunts]
I wasn't stepping on you or your crew, man. I was just trying to save my son.
Save his son?
How far along was Cierra Gibson?
Three months. Why?
The timeline matches Rutgers' summer break. DeMarcus was most likely home. Right, okay. Yeah, okay. We should be looking for medical records tied to Cierra Gibson's pregnancy. Co-pays, parking garage tickets, anything you can find. Okay, we're-- we're in her cloud account. Okay. Huh, okay, she canceled an appointment at Planned Parenthood a week ago. Mm-hmm. Name on the credit card that booked the account-- DeMarcus Green. Okay. Okay, so DeMarcus Green got Cierra Gibson pregnant. She's 15. Underage. If word got out, he'd lose his endorsements, his career. Cierra Gibson was the target of this attack all along.
Hurry.
All right, how much further to the infirmary?
Left down the hallway.
Whatever, man. Finish it. No, no, no, no, I'm not through with you. See, that's just a preview. You're the main attraction. And I'm gonna enjoy it. [grunting] Stop. Stop! Hey! Hey, jackass. Shut it. Need your backup to fight your own battles for you?
Why don't you fight like a real man, hmm?
Yeah, get your last couple sucker punches in before you rot in maxi. Should've kept your mouth shut. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Let me show you something, eh?
Let me show you a man. Come here, come here! No! Let me show you a real man. No. [screams]
The Fed is mine! [grunts] [grunts] Keep an eye on him.
[flesh squelches] So pretty boy want to play hero.
Gave it a good shot, Fed, but that don't add up to nothing in here.
Get on the ground. They don't care. Let's go.
Hey. Stop resisting, Kaos. You gonna make me, eh?
[laughs] [gasps] Are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine. [panting] We need a medic in here right away. [panting] Eva. Hey. Hey. You okay?
If you wanted to get punched in the face, you should have just told me. [chuckles] That's, uh-- that's not even funny. Scola, seriously, thank you. Thank you.
I did nothing wrong. You have no right to hold me here. Actually, Ms. Green, we do. Have a seat. It's regarding your son. So, uh, DeMarcus got a neighbor girl pregnant while he was home for summer break. Cierra Gibson. She was in that building when it burned this morning. It was you. You and your ex, Cole Watkins. Your plan. What? No. I don't know where y'all are getting such terrible ideas. Oh, Mr. Watkins survived an attack today in prison. He told us everything.
My boy worked so hard to get where he is, to make himself one of the best, and I protected him at every turn. So when DeMarcus came to me about what he did, I took care of it, like I've done for my son his whole life. And I'd do it again. Medical examiner's final autopsy came through on Cierra Gibson. There was no smoke in her lungs at the time of death.
She was dead before the fire ever started. DeMarcus killed that girl, and you and your ex, Cole Watkins, conspired to cover it up. The crime was bad enough, but it's the cover-up-- that's what always spins out of control.
[breathes deeply] You can go ahead and lock me up, but you can't prove my baby was involved. You can't prove nothing. [sighs] Not yet, but we will.
Lorraine Green, you're under arrest.
We're gonna get this kid. Yeah. Not today, but I'll bring it up to your replacement SAC. You know, I gotta say, I'm thrilled for you. No one deserves it more than you. But, uh, if I'm being honest, I don't-- I don't know how we're gonna do it without you. Well, you're not gonna have to.
Well-- I decided to turn down the ADIC position.
What?
Listen, Ropac was right about you. You are exactly where you need to be, and so am I. But I don't know, the way he talked to you today-- he might have been a good agent back in the day, but I don't want to end up like him. I don't need the pay bump. I don't need the fancy title. What I need is this place, this team, you know?
Breaking cases, making things right, with you.
So they can take their job and shove it?
Yeah, something like that. [chuckles]
Okay. [chuckles]