- Dead man's hand. Aces and eights.
- Unbelievable.
- These card's must owe you money, Mr. Meech.
- Just lucky, I guess.
- It's nearly midnight. You should get some sleep.
Big day tomorrow.
- Once more around. Calms my nerves.
- Yeah, fine.
This is what they mean by sunk cost.
- [laughs] [doorbell chimes]
- Shift change?
- Too early.
Secure the witness.
- How are you, agent?
Just me. [door buzzes]
- AUSA Rothbart.
Everything OK?
- I just need to go over a few final details with my witness
before tomorrow.
- Of course, sir.
He's back here.
We'll just be in the living room.
- Mr. Meech.
- What the hell is this?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Son of a bitch. Gun!
♪ ♪
- OpCen, shooter inside. One agent down.
♪ ♪
- Agent Litman, report back.
What happened?
Kenya? Hello? Hello?
Are you all right? Hello?
♪ ♪
[phone ringing]
- Agent Zidan.
Copy that.
I'm on the way.
[somber music]
[sniffles]
♪ ♪
- Been a while since we've done a graveyard shift.
What'd Gemma say when you were sneaking out?
- Uh, she didn't wake up.
- [chuckles] Yeah, OK,
you're a giant-- big-ass feet clomping around.
- It's midnight, Maggie. Some people sleep.
- Thanks for getting here so fast.
It's a nightmare.
Two of my best agents on protective detail
plus the witness, Cordell Meech.
He's supposed to testify in a grand jury in the morning.
- Someone came here to make sure he wouldn't talk.
Who knew about this location?
- Just us and the U.S. Attorney's Office.
This was kept quiet.
- Well, the only shell casings I'm seeing are from our agents.
This guy cleaned up after himself.
- Who called it in?
- Agent Kenya Litman over there.
Dispatcher heard a guy on the line.
We assume the killer was still inside.
- He didn't break in.
He didn't try to disable the cameras either.
- No. We haven't seen or watched the footage yet.
It's all yours.
- OK, so our witness was shot point-blank,
our agents were over here aimed in that direction.
Whoever killed them--
- Our agents let them in.
- All right, folks.
I know it's late, but, uh, 41 minutes ago,
a federal whistleblower named Cordell Meech
was murdered in FBI custody
along with two agents from the Bureau's Security Division.
Cuts deep when we lose any of our own,
so let's step it up tonight for Kenya Litman and Richard Brown.
All right, let's talk about Mr. Meech.
- Cordell Meech was set to be questioned before a grand jury
in less than eight hours.
He was an accountant for WellReach Health,
an NGO that provides free anti-malarial meds
for sub-Saharan Africa.
- WellReach Health recently
lost their government funding, right?
- Yes, though it wasn't political.
An accusation was made of a corporate loophole
being used to possibly launder money, thus the probe.
- Right. Well, we-- we need to dig into that.
But we eyes-up on the safehouse security cameras?
- Yes, sir. Just got the feed.
Looks like we got a pizza delivery guy at 9:02 p.m.
Doesn't enter.
Just stands in the doorway, hands them the pizza.
- Right, OK.
- 11:48 p.m., this guy shows up.
[tense music]
- OK, yeah.
- That's a good enough angle for facial rec.
- Uh, no, that's AUSA Meyer Rothbart.
- Well, it makes sense that he'd be there.
Rothbart's leading the grand jury.
Though it's pretty late for a witness debrief.
- Yeah, this is weird. - What?
- The emergency call to dispatch came in at 11:51 p.m.
AUSA Rothbart was still inside.
- OK, we--we definitely did not find Rothbart's body
at the scene of the crime, right?
- No, look. A minute later,
just strolls out the front door.
- So Rothbart was still inside the safe house
when the murders happened.
That would mean--
- We are not saying a New York AUSA
gunned down his own witness and two of our agents...
yet.
We need to talk to Meyer Rothbart.
Where is he now?
- It's almost 1:00 a.m.
Phone's pinging at his home address.
- Send a team.
[suspenseful music]
- Did you ever see
anything like this when you were a prosecutor,
attorney just snaps, kills his own witness?
- Can't say that I have.
Let's hope there's another explanation.
- Hello?
AUSA Meyer Rothbart, FBI.
♪ ♪
Hello?
Mr. Rothbart?
♪ ♪
Anybody home?
♪ ♪
Eva, you're gonna want to see this.
♪ ♪
- Oh.
That's Rothbart, all right.
So what are we seeing here?
That an AUSA kills his star witness?
And rather than go down for it,
he decides to take his own life?
- I don't know. I'm not so sure.
There's no powder burns. Look at the bloodstains.
It's dark at the edge like he's been here a while.
- That's full rigor.
- Yeah.
Jubal, we found Meyer Rothbart dead
from an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound.
Now, I'm no ME--
this guy's definitely been here for at least seven hours.
When did you say your witness was killed again?
- Yeah, 57 minutes ago.
- There's no way Rothbart could have been our shooter.
♪ ♪
- All right. What the hell's going on?
Somebody help me out.
If AUSA Rothbart died seven hours ago,
then how the hell did he show up
in high-def resolution at that safe house?
You know what? Run it back.
- Here you go.
- I mean, right? It looks like Meyer Rothbart.
Did you run it through facial rec?
- Just did.
- And? - 63% match.
- 63, huh? That's not a home run.
Let's head down another road, see where it takes us.
What if somebody killed Rothbart,
tried to make it look like suicide?
- And then what, assumed Rothbart's identity
so they could gain access to a federal safe house
and silence a star witness?
- It sounds insane, but it fits the current fact pattern.
- Hey, guys.
Rothbart's car just pinged on a traffic cam.
- OK. - Three minutes ago. Look.
- All right. Can you zoom in? - Yeah.
I mean, sure looks like him.
- What is going on here?
- Let's get a team on that car.
♪ ♪
- There it is.
♪ ♪
- Jubal, we found Rothbart's car.
No sign of him, though.
- Wait. Is that him?
- Looks like he's stealing another car.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Bad, bad, bad, bad news ♪
♪ I'm going to take you down ♪
- There.
[rock music playing]
- ♪ Some bad, bad, bad, bad news ♪
[crowd talking loudly]
[tense music]
- Split up.
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
- You want a piece of this, tough guy?
- You want a piece of this?
- My bad.
♪ ♪
- Let's go!
Come on! Yes! Nice!
♪ ♪
- Good to see you again,
Agent Bell.
♪ ♪
Don't move.
♪ ♪
[bell rings]
♪ ♪
- OA.
I know who we're chasing.
It's Oslo.
He's back.
♪ ♪
- Burning the midnight oil?
- Oh, so you heard the news.
- What, that Oslo, a contract killer wanted by Interpol
in six countries, including our own,
just washed up on our shores?
- Well, we're on it.
- Oh, that's what you said last time
when he murdered a U.S. senator and a well-respected CEO.
- He will not get away again.
- That's why I'm here at 1:30 in the morning,
to make sure that he doesn't.
- All due respect, Anna, I am running this investigation.
- Oslo has murdered VIPs all over the globe.
My people consider him an invaluable asset.
He has state secrets that we would love to get our hands on.
- Anna, I don't pretend to know what it is you want,
but this one is on my turf.
So you can either help or step aside.
All right, listen up.
Anna Vorpe will be coming on board to lend a hand.
So what have we got?
- So we know Oslo's been in disguise
all night as AUSA Rothbart.
We think he'll shed it if he hasn't already.
But thankfully, we know what he looks like now.
His face is in our system, so the manhunt is on.
And NYPD has joined in, so has U.S. Marshals.
- And DHS is monitoring ports and airstrips.
- I brought NSA up to speed there on signals intelligence.
- Very good.
This hit on Cordell Meech
has something to do with the grand jury hearing.
Someone hired Oslo to silence their star witness,
so who's to say that Oslo's job is done?
- Right, right, right.
So who are the other witnesses
that are expected to testify in six hours?
- One is Elliot Griffin,
the locations manager for WellReach Health.
The second is Lynette Caddick, the CFO for the company.
- Yeah, but Meech was the whistleblower.
He was the only witness in FBI protective custody.
- Means these two are sitting ducks.
- Well, wake them up.
Let them know
our agents are coming by to bring them to 26 Fed.
[doorbell chimes]
- I'm not liking this one bit.
- Yeah.
I'm gonna go around the corner. - Yeah.
♪ ♪
- Man approaching with a weapon.
- Hey, hey, hey. Elliot.
- Get out of here! Go! - Elliot, stop.
- FBI! - Easy, easy.
Put the bat down now.
My name is Special Agent Scola with the FBI.
This is my partner, Special Agent Ramos.
- You scared the crap out of me.
It's 3:00 in the morning, man.
- Look, Mr. Griffin, we're sorry to alarm you,
but we're here because we believe that
there's a credible threat against your life
regarding a testimony that you're supposed to give
in a couple hours.
- My life?
[chuckles] It's an accounting trial.
- You need to come with us right now.
- Yeah, pack a bag,
everything you might need for the next 24 hours,
'cause you won't be coming home before the grand jury.
♪ ♪
Let's go.
♪ ♪
- Hey, Anna.
I just got off the phone with the criminal division chief.
Man was in shock.
Rothbart had been with the Eastern District for 16 years.
- Mm. So are they gonna push for a postponement?
- Turns out no.
They don't want to delay the grand jury.
He's going to assign another senior attorney to the case.
And-- - Even after
the last one was murdered?
- We will not be intimidated into silence.
- No, we will not.
Um, and what about the other witnesses?
- Uh, yeah, they're en route.
- OK.
Will you let me know when they get here?
- Yeah.
- Hell of a night.
- Yeah. I'm, uh, running on pure adrenaline.
- What are you working on?
- [sighs] Peeling back the onion.
- Do you need a sounding board?
- Sure.
We know Oslo is motivated by money,
but he's just a weapon put in play for the right price.
The real question is who would want to derail the grand jury?
- You're asking who's the target.
- Right.
- Someone with the finances to afford Oslo's services.
- Exactly.
- WellReach Health gets a lot of its funding
from CSR programs and philanthropic grants,
so maybe we look into the donor lists?
- Or what if the mastermind behind this attack
has been under our nose the whole time?
- The CFO of WellReach Health?
- Lynnette Caddick.
She just bought a vacation home Upstate right on the water.
8 million.
- For 8 million, I'd expect the Hamptons.
Misappropriation of government funds?
- Well, it certainly tracks.
[phone buzzes]
- She's here.
I'm gonna go help Jubal wrangle the witnesses.
- [clears throat]
♪ ♪
- Ready to meet the boss?
This is our ASAC, Jubal Valentine.
- Hello. Welcome, ma'am.
- This is ridiculous.
I demand to be placed into Witness Protection.
If there's been a threat on my life--
- You're safe here, Ms. Caddick, I assure you.
- He's right.
Nobody gets into 26 Fed unless they're invited.
- You'll be sequestered here until the grand jury
and then remain in protective custody for the next 24 hours.
- [sighs] - Where are we taking her?
- We're going to the conference room on 20th
and Officer Ramsey will stay with her there.
Thanks. Thank you, ma'am.
OK.
- Next up. - Yeah.
Uh, welcome, Mr. Griffin.
You're safe now.
Uh, you'll be going to the fourth floor.
Meyers will stay close for your protection.
- Uh, hang on.
Uh, if--if--if someone's going after the witnesses,
Lynette's in danger.
- No, she's here already. She's safe.
- Can I see her?
I mean, this has all been so crazy, man.
- Well, procedure requires we keep you separated
before the grand jury to avoid any appearance of collusion
before your testimonies. - OK, yeah.
- OK? - Thanks.
- This fine gentleman will take you to the fourth floor.
Thanks, Myers. - You're welcome.
You want to come with me? - All right.
- You guys mind getting a start on a communication with SI-OC,
just giving them a status report?
- Yeah, we can do that. - OK. Thank you.
- You got it. - OK.
- Two for two. Not bad.
- Yeah.
Well, we're definitely not out of the woods.
Oslo is not giving up his next opportunities
when we move the witnesses to the courthouse.
- I'll wrangle with the folks at JSOC
for an intel assessment.
I can give you guys the safest route.
- OK, yeah. That'd be great.
Thank you. Appreciate it.
- See you around, Valentine. - Yeah.
- Don't say I never gave you anything.
- [sighs]
[indistinct speech over radio]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[pistol slides from holster]
- Officer Juerez, requesting status update.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
♪ ♪
- We have an FBI police officer down
in the west garage stairwell, send a team ASAP.
♪ ♪
Meyers, are you still with the witness, Elliot Griffin?
♪ ♪
Meyers?
Meyers, do you read me?
♪ ♪
OK.
Hey. Oslo's here.
He's in the building.
- Alert Lynette Caddick's detail.
He's coming for her next.
♪ ♪
- He's here. Oslo is in the building.
- He's already killed Elliot Griffin,
and he's going after Lynette Caddick next.
- Initiate a building-wide lockdown.
Restrict all elevator access and seal every exit.
- And I want FBI police at both of these JOC doors.
- I'll notify our agentS. - No, no, no, no, no.
Oslo stole Meyer's radio and his employee access badge.
We need to stay off the comms. Assume he can hear us.
I want a private tactical channel with our team.
- On it. - Deactivate that stolen badge.
We can't have Oslo with full access to this building.
- Yeah. Copy that.
- How the hell did he get inside?
- That's the million-dollar question.
OK, I got the feed from the parking garage.
He chokes out our officer in the stairwell
and finishes the job.
♪ ♪
- I want teams combing all lower floors.
No one goes alone.
Who's got the fourth floor feed?
- I'm up on it.
- All right. Scrub back.
Let's see what we're up against here.
- There you go.
♪ ♪
- He just took a picture.
♪ ♪
- When was this?
- Not even six minutes ago.
- Where's my private channel?
- Uh, it's up.
They've all switched to channel three.
- Channel three. All right, listen up.
From this point on, we only use this channel.
Our comms have been compromised.
Oslo is in the building.
He's already executed two of our officers
and Elliot Griffin.
- Copy. We'll start clearing the lower floors.
- OK, great. Maggie, OA,
he'll be headed to Lynette next.
- Oh, we just left her.
- O-OK, well, get back there
and move her to a more secure room
and strongpoint that location.
- Copy that.
♪ ♪
- They're not in here.
- Jubal, conference room is empty.
- Are we too late?
[distant clank]
- Hang on.
♪ ♪
- FBI! Drop your weapon!
- [whispering] Ramsey, it's us. Take it easy.
Where's Lynette?
- She's with me.
- Come on. Come over here.
- We have the witness.
- You told me I'd be safe here.
- I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.
- All right, Maggie and OA have Lynette Caddick.
They're moving her off of 20.
- Then where the hell is this guy?
- We're scanning every live feed in the building,
but it's like Oslo just vanished.
- Well, keep your eyes peeled. He is definitely here.
- All right, he's got to know we're on to him,
so he'll be avoiding the cameras.
- This is 26 Fed.
There's only so many places you can hide.
- Wait.
Got him.
- OK. Where is this? - On floor 15.
- Well, that's only five floors below Maggie and OA.
They're gonna need someone to run interference.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Scola, Eva, listen up.
Oslo has already made it to 15.
What's your location?
- We're still down on 10.
- All right. Get to 15. Uh, use stairwell A.
But remember, Oslo has already killed
three people in this building.
Please be careful.
- We're on our way.
♪ ♪
- Boss? - Yeah?
- We got bigger problems. - Talk to me.
- Oslo just ducked into an office on 15 and--
look.
- What?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- What is he doing?
- He's making a torch.
♪ ♪
- Pretty clever.
- If this works--
♪ ♪
- We just lost the feed.
- Every camera's down on that floor.
- He's covering his movements.
- Eva, Scola, heads up.
Oslo used the building's fire suppression system
to take out the cameras on 15,
so you're on your own until we get the feeds back.
[alarm wailing]
♪ ♪
[person crying]
♪ ♪
[crying continuing]
- Over here.
[person crying]
- Hey. - I was just trying
to get someplace safe.
- Jubal, medical to 15.
We have an individual with a gunshot wound.
Hey, let's look at this, OK?
- [whimpering]
- All right. Good news--it's not fatal.
There's no way Oslo missed that shot.
- You're right.
He wanted us to find her. He's diverting us.
Ma'am, did you see which way he went?
- That way. Back that way.
- All right. I'm gonna cut him off.
♪ ♪
Oslo, drop your weapon!
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
Got shots fired, stairwell C.
Oslo near 19. I'm in pursuit.
- 19th floor. - Yeah, pulling up 19th floor.
- Maggie, OA, did you hear that?
Oslo is now one floor below you near stairwell C.
- OK, moving up.
- Yeah. - OK.
Uh, west elevators are clear.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know what?
We're gonna send the west elevator to you.
Get on and we'll bring you up to us.
- Copy. We're gonna turn around.
Let's go.
♪ ♪
- Ramsey, watch our six.
♪ ♪
- Jubal, we're here.
We're easy targets.
- Yeah, elevator's almost to you.
Hang in there.
♪ ♪
[elevator bell rings]
- Come on, let's go, let's go.
♪ ♪
- Jubal, we're in.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
- The grand jury's in five hours.
We'll get you there.
- This is karma.
[metallic clank]
- Cover her.
- Jubal, I think Oslo might be on top of our elevator.
Get us out of here now.
- Copy.
[gunshots] - [wincing]
- Override the door to open them.
Get them out of there. - Doing it now.
[gunshots] - [gasping]
- Ramsey.
[gunfire]
[elevator whirring]
♪ ♪
[gunfire continuing]
♪ ♪
Go. You go first.
[grunts]
I'll cover.
♪ ♪
- Come on.
- OK. - I got you.
- OK.
♪ ♪
- Get her out of here! Go, go!
[both snarling and grunting]
♪ ♪
[both snarling and grunting]
♪ ♪
Jubal, OA's stuck in the elevator with Oslo.
- What? What the hell happened?
- The override bucked--we have to get it to a program floor.
- Get it to this floor!
Scola, Eva,
get to the 31st floor of the West elevator bank!
Go! To the elevator bank! Go! - I'm on it.
- Now! Run!
♪ ♪
[elevator bell rings]
♪ ♪
- Threat's contained.
[dramatic music]
- Agent Zidan, back on your feet.
Amazing recovery from my Novichok.
- You had to know that you were gonna fail today, Oslo.
- Is that right?
- We have your face now, your biometrics, your prints.
You are not just in our system, but every law enforcement
agency in the country is looking for you.
- We know you make 20 million per hit.
This was a risky job,
breaking into the FBI field office.
Had to have been more.
So who has the resources to get your attention?
- What makes you think I'd know?
- Uh, w-well, this--this testimony
you're supposed to give for WellReach in a few hours,
why-- why don't we start with that?
- I was planning to invoke
my Fifth Amendment rights tomorrow.
I won't incriminate myself to the FBI.
- Lynette, I am willing to offer you
a limited use immunity.
That means that whatever you say in this interview
cannot be used against you.
And we are obviously all in a jam here,
so please, tell us who would want to silence you
and the other witnesses.
- I don't know their identity.
- Hmm. How convenient.
- Most clients demand anonymity,
but this client was beyond careful.
Real tradecraft.
Non-existent digital footprint.
The payment method was sophisticated.
- Untraceable. Got it.
- I believe they work for the United States military.
- A lobbyist emailed me 19 months ago,
said they were from a hush-hush firm in the city.
They wouldn't tell me which one, but
they wanted me to start a money laundering scheme
to move cash offshore.
- And as an NGO, WellReach would make the perfect vehicle.
- I told him to take a hike.
I--I had no interest in committing financial fraud.
But then I--
- They told you what your cut would be?
- 15%.
And they needed to launder millions.
More money than I had ever seen.
- So you took the payout, you looked the other way.
- I knew what I was doing was wrong, but it was--
it was--it was just paperwork.
It was just spreadsheets, numbers.
It--it wasn't hurting anyone.
But one day, I got curious and started digging
and traced the money to a front in Ramadi.
[tense music]
- I-Iraq?
- This isn't the first time
this client has employed my services.
All targets I've eliminated for them
seem to benefit U.S. interests.
And the language they use, tactical jargon,
uniquely military.
- What was the lobbyist's name?
- We don't know. We never met in person.
We only communicated over secure email.
- Tell us their name.
- Tribune.
♪ ♪
At least that's what they told me to call him.
- It's a code name, I know, but it's all I have.
- Why are you telling us everything?
- Tribune abducted my daughter,
Imogen.
That's the only reason I agreed to return to this country.
She's here, and I won't let her die because of me.
- Now you want our help?
- Agent Bell, the reason I let you live,
because I knew if I failed in my mission tonight,
you would follow the breadcrumbs
and you would save my little girl.
- We don't need to listen to this.
- Wait.
My real name...
is Daniel Pierce.
My work takes me all across the globe.
But Imogen is my only home.
She's all I have.
I can't let her die.
- Did your daughter know what you do for a living?
- Have you ever kept something from somebody you love
just to protect them?
Find my daughter,
and you will find Tribune.
♪ ♪
- Where are we with verifying Oslo's story?
- There is an Imogen Pierce studying at NYU.
She's 21, a British national. Just called her RA.
She hasn't been back to her dorm in two days.
- OK, so she's missing. Timeline tracks.
- Oslo is fully cooperating.
He gave Maggie and OA the password to his burner phone
and it turns out there's a private text thread
between Oslo and Tribune.
Looks like after every murder,
Oslo would update Tribune by sending a proof of death photo.
- Well, that's Elliot Griffin and our whistleblower.
- And then there's this.
- That's Imogen Pierce.
- So Oslo is telling the truth.
Tribune is holding his daughter as a bargaining chip.
Can we trace Tribune's number? - I already tried.
It's protected by the same enhanced encryption
our military uses.
- Well, that's consistent with Oslo's theory.
Whoever Tribune is, we are unmasking them now.
So how do we flush them out?
- Tribune's orders were clear.
Kill these witnesses or you'll never see your daughter again.
- But Oslo failed. Lynette Caddick's still alive.
- But no one outside of 26 Fed knows that.
- To save this girl and identify Tribune,
we just have to make him believe Oslo succeeded
in killing all three witnesses.
- All right. Put out a BOLO.
Oslo escaped 26 Fed after murdering three people,
including Lynette Caddick.
- Now we just have to kill Lynette Caddick.
♪ ♪
[camera shutter clicks]
♪ ♪
- Yeah.
- Looks dead enough to me.
♪ ♪
- So as far as Tribune knows,
the hit on Lynette was a success.
- Yeah, now we just have to wait to see
if he holds up his end of the deal.
[phone buzzing] - Oh, wait. Hang on.
It's in code.
I don't know.
It's a bunch of letters and then one word--daybreak.
- 'Cause why would this be easy?
- Well, the key could be any word in any language.
- Good thing we have a shortcut.
♪ ♪
- I told you everything I know.
- I highly doubt that.
♪ ♪
- Ah.
[speaks French]
The indecipherable cipher.
- What's the key word?
- I wish to see my daughter one last time.
I need to tell her
that I'm sorry.
- Deal.
What's the key word to unlock the cipher?
- Her name, of course.
Imogen.
[dramatic music]
[door buzzes]
♪ ♪
- All right. Eyes up, people.
So the location Tribune texted for the drop
was encrypted with a Vigenère cipher.
The shared keyword is his daughter's first name, Imogen.
- Vigenère cipher. - Yeah.
- Used that back in the Civil War.
- Here we go. - What did we get?
- It's a location. - Yeah?
OK. Listen up, all teams.
We believe Tribune will be arriving
at the Brooklyn dry docks at daybreak.
We don't know what he looks like,
we don't know if he'll be showing up with the hostage.
All we know for sure is we will be there waiting,
so you have 40 minutes to get to those docks.
Set up and get invisible. Let's go.
- Dock's clear. Nothing yet.
- What's going on with you?
- Just been dreaming about the day we were gonna catch Oslo.
It all just seems a little--
- Hollow?
- Yeah.
He's just a weapon, a tool.
And these people that put him to work,
these powerful people,
they think that the law doesn't apply to them.
- Yeah. That's true.
But I don't think that's what's going on with you.
- Really, that's it?
Scola, Eva, anything yet?
- All is quiet, except for the gulls.
All right, guys. Heads up.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
We got a sedan entering the lot at pier nine.
- Jersey plates.
Oscar-seven-alpha- two-delta-one.
- All right, run it.
- Plates were reported stolen two days ago.
Dead end.
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- I can't see the driver.
- Can you guys see his face?
- Looks like a male, mid-50s.
That could be our guy.
- OK, remember that we need confirmation
that the girl is in the car before we move.
[dramatic music]
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- There she is.
- All right, guys, we got eyes on Imogen.
She's in the back seat.
- It's got to be Tribune. All agents, move in.
Remember, the girl is a priority.
We're primary. Scola, you go deep.
[tires squealing]
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[siren wailing]
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[tires screeching]
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- Step out of the car with your hands up.
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- Shots fired. Suspect down.
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- Imogen?
Special Agent Bell. Are you hurt?
- No.
Where's my dad?
He said he'd be here.
Is he in trouble?
- We're gonna take you to him.
- Guys?
- [gasping]
- OpCen, roll an ambo over here.
Tribune needs medical attention.
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- [gasping] I'm not Tribune.
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- Somebody help me out here.
That driver is not Tribune. Who the hell is he?
- Facial rec ID'd him as Mike Hecksher, 55,
originally from Columbia City, Indiana.
- Does he have a record?
- Uh, Hecksher was a Marine.
Then he joined a unit called Task Force Copper,
rotated home in 2018.
- Task Force Copper?
That's an intelligence support activity.
Where was Hecksher deployed?
- Uh, Iraq.
- Do we have anything more specific?
- Looks like Ramadi.
- That's the city where Lynette Caddick claims
the laundered money went to. - Right.
Go, Maggie.
- Jubal, we were just going through
Hecksher's personal effects, and there's a photo
in his wallet you're gonna want to see.
OA's sending it to you now.
- Uh, yeah, I got it.
- Looks like Hecksher's task force,
taken somewhere in the Middle East.
And, uh, there's a familiar face.
[phone ringing]
- Hey.
Saw the BOLO.
Looks like Oslo managed to evade
your crack team once again.
- Mm.
Don't believe everything you read.
The grand jury hearing,
our murdered witnesses from WellReach Health,
even Oslo,
they were all part of a much bigger coverup,
all set in motion by you.
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What I couldn't quite put my finger on was why.
And then I remembered a story
about a Task Force Copper op that went sideways in Iraq.
Ramadi, to be exact.
It was supposed to be a quiet snatch and grab,
but it turns out the intel was bad.
16 Iraqi civilians were killed by U.S. forces,
a geopolitical nightmare if it were to ever come out.
But, of course, it didn't.
Because you laundered money through WellReach
and used it to pay the locals in exchange for their silence.
But you got desperate.
The grand jury would expose everything.
You even leveraged Oslo to take out anyone
who could tie you to the cover up.
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You let him into 26 Fed to finish the job.
We stopped him.
And now, I am going to stop you.
You brought your game into my backyard,
and good people died.
This ends with you in front of a judge.
[phone ringing]
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- You should probably get that.
[phone ringing]
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- Yes, sir? How can I help you?
- Hey, Isobel, I've got somebody
from the SecDef's office asking for a word.
Gonna punch you over to them.
- SAC Castille,
this is Assistant Secretary of Defense Joe Kiernan.
- Yes, sir?
- What your team achieved in the past 24 hours,
finally apprehending Oslo, is an incredible victory,
but Ms. Vorpe is critical
to the national security of the homeland.
- I--I disagree.
- Well, that's noted.
But she walks.
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[phone set down]
- Who are you really?
- Have a good day, Isobel.
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- Well, I'm still wired. Anybody want to get breakfast?
- Unless it involves a booster seat and Cheerios, I'm out.
I gotta take over for Nina with Dougie.
- Eva, what about you?
- Uh, I'd love to,
but I think I could still make it to kickboxing.
- All right, see ya. - See ya'll later.
- I'm in.
Wanna call Gemma and see if she can make it?
- Uh, that's the thing. Gemma's not at home.
- Oh, like, business trip?
- We're not together anymore.
- What? Since when?
- A few months ago.
- A few months ago?
I knew something was up with you.
I was waiting for you to let me in.
- Well, that seems to be a recurring theme with me.
I wanted to tell you, but if I did,
it was gonna make it real.
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- I'm sorry.
Come on. Pancakes are on me.
[soft dramatic music]
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