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Cease fire. Holster your weapons.

Straight in the bottle.

Yeah. Not quite as tight as my grouping.

Ahh. Show-off.

- That's not bad.
- Good job.

Both rookies passed their quals
on the first try.

He's about to give them "the speech."

Mm. He's about to tell us
it's an important speech.

It is an important speech.

What's an important speech?

This is a milestone. 90 days in
and you haven't washed out.

In fact, you've done exemplary work.

So you're both on a path. But to where?

It's time you both start thinking
about asking yourselves the question.

W-What question?

What kind of agents do you want to be?

There are blue flamers who are
trying to rise the ranks,

and then there are desk jockeys
who are just waiting

for their pensions to kick in,

and your careers are gonna lie
somewhere in between those two extremes.

Do you want to be in intelligence, IT,
counterterrorism?

Maybe hit a specialized field...
SWAT, CID, hostage negotiator.

What if we like
what we're doing right now?

Street-level agents
are the best in the Bureau.

But that's just my personal opinion.

And when you can shoot as well as we can

you know you're born for it.

Don't get cocky. There's always
someone better than you.

Cease fire. Holster your weapon.

Hello, Matt.

Candace. What a pleasant surprise.

Liar.

This is Special Agent in Charge
Candace Thurlow from DCHQ.

Meet agents Hope, Stensen, Acres, and...

Hi. I'm Simone Clark. Nice to meet you.

Yeah, I know who you are.
Nice to meet you, too.

So what are you doing here?

Your new unit is drawing attention.

The Director sent me to watch
the team in action.

You should've called first.
Today's housekeeping...

Weapons qualification,
and then we're off

to catch up on paperwork.

But first, I got to get back
to the office

for a supervisor's meeting,
so if you'll just excuse...

You know what? I'll join you.

- In fact, I'll give you a ride.
- Okay.

That way we could, uh, catch up.

- Yeah.
- Yeah? Let's go.

Okay.

Dang, boss.

Why is she hating on you like that?

Because we used to be married.

I'm not here to settle old scores.

Well, I should hope not.

Our marriage is ancient history
at this point, right?

Especially for you.

How many divorces are you up to
at this point?

You must get the loveliest
Christmas cards

from all those lawyers.

Okay, what are you really doing
here, Candace?

There's got to be more to this story,

because with you, there always is.

You know what, Matt?
We haven't talked in a decade.

Okay? You've shaken things up
back in D.C.

Is it really that surprising I was
sent here to see the team in action?

Garza was married to an SAC?

She wasn't an SAC when they got married.

Or when they got divorced.

Wonder why it didn't work out.

No idea, but I've heard stories
about her.

Let's just say there's
several agents she climbed over

to get to where she is.

Please tell me you're not
criticizing a woman

for knowing how to compete
in a man's world.

Come on, Laura. That's not cool.

I'd love to pick her brain, though.

Do us all a favor and don't.

In fact, maybe tone the Simone
down to a two,

for Garza's sake.

I'm going to pretend you didn't
say that, for your sake.

Are your offices in the main building?

Yeah. No, there... It's actually...

Elena.

Oh, my goodness. Look at you.

You're all grown up. You know,
I-I don't think I've seen you

since you were in kindergarten.

Wow. How are you, sweetie?

Hi, Auntie Candace.

Wait, do I still call you Auntie?

Whatever you like. Come here.

- Matt.
- Yeah?

- We got a situation.
- Right.

My daughter, Brie, has been
missing for over two days,

and the police have not turned
up a single lead.

I have never been a man to sit
on the sidelines.

You do not make $100 billion

waiting for someone else
to do your dirty work.

So I am offering $10 million

to anyone who can bring
my daughter back to me...

No questions asked
and by any means necessary.

If your actions land you in
trouble with the police,

I will hire a dream team
of lawyers to make sure

you never see the inside of a jail cell.

Bottom line... Get my daughter
back and I'll make you rich.

Okay, this... This is not good at all.

That kind of money will send
dozens if not hundreds

of vigilantes out into
the street looking for her.

What do we know about the daughter?

Brie Langham has been missing
for 48 hours.

She's the daughter of Pierce Langham,

and their family owns
the Langham Paper empire.

It's a legacy brand.

Been around for three generations.

Her car was abandoned,

uh, her cellphone and wallet
were dumped nearby.

The police are out looking for
her boyfriend, Jamison Teague.

He's a party guy. So rumor
has it he deals some pills.

So he's the first person
we should talk to.

Wait, hold up. We're definitely
working this case?

Just because her family has money?

- Simone, what are you doing?
- No disrespect to this girl,

and if she's missing,
we got to find her,

but there is a long list
of women of color

that don't get this kind of attention

after they've been missing
for only two days.

Special Agent Clark, are you
suggesting the FBI is biased?

Male agents outnumber women
almost four to one.

And don't get me started
on the low number

of non-white people
who actually wear the badge.

Those imbalances directly impact

the Bureau's perspective and priorities.

That's all I'm saying.

Yes, well, while you do have
a point, Simone,

we are gonna be working this case.

Langham's video just lit a fuse,

and we need to act fast
to get his daughter back

before anyone else gets hurt.

Laura, Brendon, go have a word
with Mr. Langham.

Let them know that the Feds
are on the case now

and get him to walk back that video.

The two of you,
go squeeze the boyfriend, okay?

I'll join them.

Happy to have you with us, ma'am.

Simone, I don't know what she's up to,

but I can promise you
it is not good for us.

So best behavior. Understood?

I told my father to just let
the police handle this,

but he's Pierce Langham.

He always has to do things his way.

And that's the only way I get results.

I mean, the FBI couldn't even bother

to send over a full-sized agent.

I understand how worried you
are, but I can assure you

the FBI is doing everything we can...

Oh, give me a break.

Not a coincidence you only show up

after I put out a bounty
on Brie's kidnappers.

You're just trying to save your asses.

Look, sir, a-all we're saying

is deputizing the entire country

to take the law into their own
hands is... is dangerous.

I don't care. I'd burn down the
world to bring my daughter back.

Money is the only thing that motivates.

In fact, I doubt the two of you
get paid very much,

so $10 million to whoever finds Brie.

- No.
- Even you.

- We're not for sale.
- Right.

But we do expect you
to give us any information

or tips you receive.

Well, expect away.

Just do it somewhere else.

You know, one of my main jobs
around here

is to apologize for my father.

So of course we'll... We'll share
whatever information we get.

Right. No, uh, ransom call yet?

No.

And anyone want to hurt your sister?

No, but there are plenty of people
that want to take down our family.

- Like who?
- You name it.

Competitors, environmental activists,

conglomerates ready
to swallow up a legacy company

for foreign land rights.

Okay, could you, um...

Could you give us a-a detailed list?

Yeah, of course.

So, Candace, are you ex-wife
number one, two, or three?

Uh, pardon my probationary agent.

She's clearly still very much
in training

and hasn't gleaned what is
and what isn't appropriate

when addressing senior personnel.

Okay. She's getting to know
who we are, Carter.

I didn't think it would be an issue
if we got to know her, too.

I'm ex-wife number one.
We met as rookies in Tampa.

Ooh!

I bet that Chapter One
was a romance straight

out of Harlequin, huh?

Anyway, let's talk about you.

- Me?
- Huh? From guidance counselor

to FBI agent...
That is quite the transition.

Is it everything you thought
it would be?

I think she's just happy
she gets to serve her community.

I think she can speak for herself.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I love being a Fed.

I might feel differently if I
wasn't in Garza's unit, though,

where my style can be appreciated.

Explain.

I can be a little extra.

- Mm.
- And... Carter!

- I can be a little extra. Okay?
- Okay.

But those statistics I cited earlier...

Those are the things that gotta change,

because I want the Bureau
to change from the inside.

So in order for that to happen...

What do you know? We're here.

Jamison Teague? FBI.

Shh. Mnh-mnh. I swear...

Carter, he's tied up in there.

FBI!

Drop your weapon! Drop it!

Get off me, man!
This guy kidnapped Brie Langham.

No, I didn't, you moron!

I told you that when you came
over and attacked me.

He's lying. I live across the street.

I've heard him and Brie fight before,
and now she goes missing?

You do the math.

So, what... you were gonna
torture him for a confession?

For ten mil, hell yeah!

Then her rich daddy's gonna
keep me out of jail.

No, he's not, dummy.

You just shot at three federal agents.

Bye-bye, daylight.

Take him outside. We got this.

Yeah.

Get off me.

I swear, I have no idea
what happened to Brie.

I would never hurt her.

Okay.

Is there anything
you didn't tell the police?

- Of course not.
- We know about your record.

You had a couple of drug arrests.
I-I get it.

You may be leery
about talking to the cops.

But we don't care about
your little pill hustle.

We just want to bring Brie home.

I do, too.

You love her. I can see that.

Baby, look at me.

I don't think you would do
anything to hurt her.

But I need you to think.

Is there anything, no matter how small?

I... skimmed off my supplier.

I just took a few stacks.

I didn't think they'd notice,
but they came at me hard

to pay it back or else.

Look, folks like that don't tend
to make idle threats.

You think they have something to
do with Brie's disappearance?

I was taking her to Gold Diggers
the other day.

It's this dive bar that she likes

'cause she gets to pretend
that she's not a billionaire.

Anyway, I-I-I caught this
gray pickup truck following us,

so I faked like I was parking

and sped away and I lost them.

Help!

Help!

Please.

Those guys in that truck,
they're trying to kidnap me!

Guess I should've used a stronger rope.

No. No!

No, get off of me!

Get the door.

Stop!

No! No! No!

Quiet! Come on!

- Chaz Fowler.
- Uh, he's got priors.

Got a history of dealing drugs
to the jet set.

Yeah, Brie's boyfriend,
Jamison, dealt for him

and shorted his supply.

Maybe he abducted her as collateral.

We've got a BOLO out for him.

Hope you guys find him fast.
This case is blowing up on social.

#SaveBrie is trending.

And LAPD reported 17 incidences
of assault and B&E

related to vigilantism...
People trying to cash out.

Oh. You read my mind.
I could use a jolt.

The coffee's for her.

- Oh.
- Wow.

It's not enough that she got
the condo in the divorce.

Now she's back, she's trying
to steal my niece from me.

It's a quad shot, half caf,
two pumps of fat-free hazelnut,

extra hot, lightly stirred,
which is just wrong.

I don't know how you put up with
her as long as you did, T�o.

Go.

Okay, so anyway,

Jamison said that Chaz
or someone from his crew

followed him and Brie
in a gray pickup truck.

Somewhere along the way, they lost him.

Maybe there's surveillance footage?

Well, you and Brendon go find out.

And the two of you,
find this Chaz Fowler, now.

Simone, could I have a word, please?

I got your personnel file.

Los Angeles native. Mother of twins.

Does it also say that I'm gifted
at reading people?

Because that should be in there.

Oh, yeah?

Observing and listening.

For example, you've been hawking me

more than anybody else on the team.

The FBI is celebrating
the 50-year anniversary

of the first female special agent.

That's that, uh, big gala
in D.C. next month?

Yeah, it's a calculated way for
the Bureau to pat its own back.

Lots of national media coverage.

I am the chairperson of the
event's organizing committee.

Would you be interested
in speaking at the gala?

The world needs to see and hear
from agents like you.

Y-You want to promote my identity?

I am impressed with your work.

And the fact that you represent
different types of people

that the Bureau sorely needs.

I get it. I check a lot of boxes.

Yeah, women of color, of a certain age.

And let's not forget LGBTQ+.

Then that makes you a unicorn
inside the Bureau.

Imagine your impact.

You and me, we... we can do
a lot of good together.

So this is about more
than just speaking at the gala?

Well, it definitely could be.

But we'll discuss that later.

For now, let's, uh, just think about it.

Okay.

Gotcha. Thanks.

It wasn't Chaz.

For the past three days,
he's been in Fort Lauderdale

for his mother's funeral.

That doesn't mean he didn't have
somebody kidnap Brie for him.

We need to look into
his known associates.

Mm-hmm.

- Really?
- What?

You're not gonna tell me what
all that with Candace was?

Okay, nosy.

Come on, I know you're dying to tell me.

Okay, so, she asked me to speak

at that fancy gala in D.C. next month.

Simone, you know what's
happening, don't you?

You're being groomed.

And that speech is your audition.

Well, I-I get it.

It's a good look for the Bureau
to have a-a Black queer woman

"of a certain age"

- on the microphone.
- Yeah, but...

Yeah, but Candace
is spearheading the effort.

She must have big plans.

But you heard Garza... when it
comes to her, tread carefully.

Oh, I know.

This could either be a huge
opportunity or a big derailment.

But if you play your cards right,

you'll be able to write
your own ticket in the FBI.

Just like Garza.

We're looking for the owner.

- Trina's in the back.
- Well, let her know the FBI

would like a few minutes of her time.

...waiting for someone
else to do your dirty work.

And so I am offering $10 million

to anyone who can bring
my daughter back to me...

No questions asked
and by any means necessary.

- Guy pushes your buttons, huh?
- No.

If your actions land you in
trouble with the police,

I will hire a dream team
of lawyers to make sure

you never see the inside of a jail cell.

I grew up around men like him.

Not listening to reason,
throwing their money around

with no regard for anyone else.

Can you blame the guy?
I mean, he's just doing

everything he can to get
his daughter back.

How do we know she wants to come back?

There's no ransom note,
no proof of life, no body.

How do we know Brie doesn't
just want to hightail it away

from her overbearing father?

Get my daughter back...

Hey, I'm the owner. What's up?

- FBI. Agent Stensen.
- Special Agent Acres.

We're looking into the
disappearance of Brie Langham.

A witness said she was seen
outside this bar two nights ago.

We saw that you have
surveillance cameras on the street.

We'd like to take a look at the footage.

- From two nights ago?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I don't have it.

You don't have a DVR for your system?

I did until this morning.

This lady came in and installed a
new security system for 50 bucks.

Her company's doing a big promo
this month.

- Right.
- Mm. She took the old DVR with her?

She said she'd make sure they'd
get recycled or something.

Kidnapper is covering her tracks.

Did you happen to pay with a cash app?

Special Agent Stensen.
This is Special Agent Acres.

I suggest you let us in.

You guys got here fast.

Hey.

You were expecting us?

I mean, yeah. If I wanted
to cover my tracks,

I wouldn't have used my cash app.

Why exactly did you take
the surveillance footage

from the bar where Brie Langham
was last seen?

There's two options...
"A," you abducted her yourself,

you were covering your tracks,

or "B," you're working for whoever did.

There's a C.
I'm, like, a consultant for vigilantes.

Oh.

I saw Scrooge McDuck's video.

First, I was like, "$10 million?
Hell yeah."

But then I was like, nah, leave
that Punisher-type nonsense

to the 'roid ragers.

Hmm. So what exactly
have you been doing?

Compiling intel on Brie...

Her social media, contacts,
calendar, e-mails.

Tracked her last known locations.

Figured all the other
Brie-hunters might want to know.

Hmm.

Then I started selling it.

1,500 bucks gets you access
to my premium info subscription.

That surveillance video just went live.

Yeah. You got to give us
that video, now.

Yeah, I take cash, crypto.

Or I can give it to you
out of the goodness of my heart.

Good answer.

Okay, boss, uh, check this out.

Jamison and Brie pull up at 5:27 p.m.

Mm-hmm.

Then a gray pickup pulls up behind them,

just like Jamison said.

He takes off. They follow.

We got the plate.

The truck is registered to Davis Yang,

address in Santa Clarita.

Yeah, remote, isolated...
Perfect place to hide someone.

Grab Carter and Simone
and check it out. Go.

FBI!

We have a warrant!

Flashbang.

Bodies.

Is it Brie?

No. Her kidnappers.

Two of them at least.

Where the hell is Brie?

Alright, homeowners' names are
Davis Yang and Randy Batten.

They're, uh, bouncers at an upscale club
in Hollywood, Door 47.

Door 47. Are there
any connections to Brie?

Preliminary reports, no,
and there's no history

of violent crime.
Something's not adding up.

Yeah. These guys kidnapped Brie
and held her for two days

without asking for a ransom.

Held on to her after a $10 million,

no-questions-asked reward
was offered. But why?

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Wait.

We assumed Brie was kidnapped
because of her father's wealth.

But what if there's something
that we're missing?

What if this had more to do with
Brie than we initially thought?

We should do a deep dive on her.

W-Wait. Someone already has.

Remember Cleo, the vigilante consultant?

She hacked Brie's entire life...

Her text messages, e-mails,
even her diary.

I have a copy of the dossier.

Good. Check everything and anything,

'cause if we find out who wanted
Brie out of the way,

- we'll find Brie. Go.
- Yeah.

Hey. Any leads on Brie?

One or two.

Do the names Davis Yang and Randy Batten
mean anything to you?

Bouncer, Door 47.
You're a regular there.

Okay. What do they have to do with this?

- They kidnapped her.
- Really?

And they didn't...
They didn't ask for a ransom?

- That... That's weird, right?
- Is it?

I mean, you did pay them to do it, so...

I... That's ridiculous.
Why would I ever do that?

According to her e-mails,
this company is scheduled

to vote on a motion
removing Pierce Langham

as chairman of the board tomorrow.

Right. You were attempting a coup.

You were gonna replace the old man.

But Brie was the swing vote,

and you knew
that she would vote against you.

But if she didn't show?

Then you could take control.
Have all the power.

Yeah, a brother exiling his sister
to seize his father's crown...

T-that's very Shakespearean,
Greek tragedy?

- Yeah, both.
- Yeah.

I didn't think you had
it in you. Attacking your sister?

Trying to stab me in the back?

Dad, none of this is true.

Well, they're dead...

Both Davis and Randy, murdered,

which makes you an accessory.

And how dare you accuse me
without an ounce of proof?

What about the million dollars
that was wired

from your offshore shell corporation

to Randy and Davis' security
consultant firm after Brie went missing?

Yeah.

Tate Langham, you're under arrest.

Don't move. Put your hands
behind your back, yeah?

Let's get him out of here.

I get it.

You hold the fate of my unit
in your hands.

I don't need an illustration.

You figure out why I'm here yet?
Did she tell you?

Simone? Yeah, she did.
You're vetting her for recruitment.

Of course you couldn't have
just asked me first

before sauntering in here

and trying to poach
a member of my team, huh?

Hey, look, this is a dream
opportunity for a new recruit.

This could be great for her career.

Matt, do not stand in her way.

Okay, see, that.

That's what gets under my skin.

Your games... Everything
is a chess match with you.

It's exhausting.

Look, if Simone wants to go
with you, fine.

She's a grown woman. That's her choice.

But trust me, she will be wasted on you.

You know, that's always been
your problem...

No vision.

No vision. That's...

Does Simone understand that
she'll have to play by your rules?

Are you questioning her
discipline or my leadership?

Excuse me.

Remember when I told you the new
kidnappers used a flashbang?

Turns out it was restricted
military grade.

Yeah, we're trying to source it.
If we're lucky, maybe we'll get a hit.

Hey, there.

Oh, am I interrupting?

Front desk called, said he was here.

Daddy, I am so sorry.
I forgot we were having lunch today.

You... You ate already?

No, but my "quiet paperwork" day

turned into a not-so-quiet case.

Hey, it'll take a beat to source
that flashbang evidence.

I'll call you if we get something.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Go.

Hey, look, great seeing you all again.

Uh, you I-I don't know.

Daddy, this is Candace Thurlow.

She's the SAC from D.C.
Candace, this is my...

Christopher Clark. My pleasure.

Hmm. How do you know my name?

Oh, no. Let me guess.
The FBI has a big old file on me.

I just do my homework.

Mm-hmm. And what is your assignment?

- Daddy.
- Hmm?

It's your first time here.
Why don't I give you a tour?

Come on. See y'all later.

Damn.

You sound surprised.

It's slicker than I imagined.

I mean, these fixtures cost
five grand each.

Y'all couldn't get by
with some lamps from Home Depot?

Why you got to be so cheap?

I'm not. But the government should be.

Especially since it's the
taxpayers' money they're using.

Hmm.

Okay. This is the heartbeat
of the place.

This is where we have
our morning briefings

and come together to solve cases.

So you've seen it all.

Boom. My home away from home.

Y'all got quite a hookup.
Look at the size of this TV.

- Right?
- Huh.

Oh, Daddy, that nosy lady
that pulled your file,

she's also looking into my history, too.

She wants me to help recruit.

Oh, that's why she knows
so much about us.

She's vetting you.
They're looking for a mascot.

Well, if they want
to publicize my identity,

they have to let me tell my truth,
not just co-sign for the FBI.

I mean, I don't agree
with all their practices.

But Candace might ding me
if I don't follow her lead.

I'm worried, Daddy.

Look, worry is just a negative prayer.

You'll figure it out.

I want to make a difference.

You already are.

Let me ask you something.

You got cable?

I mean, I'd love to watch a game
up in here.

Daddy!

- Mm!
- Come on.

Apologies. Mr. Langham should be
off the phone shortly.

How about reminding him this
is about his kidnapped daughter?

You know what? Screw him.

Hey, you can't go in there.

Sir, we need to talk, now.

Your son is in custody.

There's a $10 million bounty
up for grabs,

and it's only a matter of time
before these new kidnappers

contact you to cash in on that reward.

So we need to monitor your phones

and trace the call when it comes in.

That won't be necessary.
I just spoke to one of them.

Did they say where she is?

They didn't.

Especially not after I told him
that I wasn't paying him a dime.

You what?

You offered a massive reward
for the return of your daughter,

and you're gonna take it back?
Her life is at stake!

You only put up that reward
because you need Brie to attend

the board meeting tomorrow
and vote in your favor.

Yeah, but he doesn't need that now,

so he's just gonna leave her out
there with those murderers.

What kind of father does that?

Got you regular spicy.

I know you like it hot,
but the "loco" level

is so intense they give you
gloves with your order

so it won't get on your skin.

It's absurd.

What are we still doing with her?

This is a beat-feet blown-op...

- Relax.
- Daddy's not paying.

So she's useless. And a liability.

You are so negative.
You always have been.

Come on, man. We're having fun.

We saw some action.

Mmm. Killed two hostiles.

Now you got your hands on
the best chicken sando in L.A.

As far as the princess goes...
I have a contingency plan.

Remember Belgrade?

Payday's coming. Trust.

So, Mr. Moneybags won't pay
to get his baby girl back?

Damn, that's cold-blooded.

Yeah, and it puts our new kidnappers
in an awkward position.

Yeah, they only took Brie
for a big payday.

What do they do with her
when they don't get one?

Well, if she can identify them,

letting her go is out of the question.

Yeah, they already killed two people,

so clearly, they are capable
of anything.

I was able to pin down the
kidnapper's burner phone number

- that called Pierce.
- I'll get a warrant.

Good. Yeah, you contact me
as soon as you have it.

Boss, can I talk to you for a second?

Yeah, of course.

Sit down.

It's Candace, isn't it?

Yeah.

I just wanted to know
what you think about her offer.

I can't make that decision for you.

I'm not asking you to.

I would just love to know your thoughts.

This morning
I asked you a question, right?

What kind of agent do you want to be?

I want to be doing
what I'm doing right now,

outside, with this unit.

Sounds like you have your answer.

But I joined to change the FBI
from within.

I'm just one person in the institution.

What if there were more of me?

I don't know if the FBI can handle more
than one Simone Clark.

Look, there are no wrong answers
here, Simone.

I want you to succeed.

You've worked real hard,
and you've earned your place

here at the FBI and in my unit,
and you've done it your way.

If I became the face of the FBI,

you think they'd let me do it my way?

Probably not.

We're on with Brendon and Laura.

- What did we find?
- We pinned the location

of the burner phone that called Pierce.

It's at a parking structure in east
Hollywood, on Yucca and Pine.

We got to get there before
they're on the move.

- We're not far from it.
- Well, go. Go, go, go.

I'll send backup.

Alright, that's our suspect.

Oh. He's got a gun.

Put the gun down!

What's your name?

Van.

Van, tell me what happened.

Where's Brie?

With my son-of-a-bitch ex-partner.

He the one who shot you?

Okay. What's his name?

Come on. Why are you protecting him?

Anything you tell us now
can only help you.

Ah, screw that bastard.

His name is Finn Mathieson.

We need an ambulance at my location.

Why'd he shoot you?

When the dad wouldn't pay, I wanted out.

- Okay.
- Finn wouldn't take no

- for an answer.
- Where did he go?

No clue.

But the one thing I do know

is Finn's gonna get his money,
no matter what.

We need your help, Mr. Langham.

You offering us a deal?
If not, we're walking.

No deals. I just need you to listen.

You set off a deadly chain of events
with your abduction scheme.

The men you hired are dead,
and the vigilantes

who killed them took your sister.

Now, if your father upheld
his end of the bargain

and paid out the $10 million
reward to whomever

brought her back safe,
Brie could be home right now.

But when the vigilantes
contacted Mr. Pierce,

he rescinded his offer.

He what? That... That's unbelievable.

Tate, not a word.

The man who now has your sister,
his name is Finn Mathieson.

He's a mercenary. Know what that means?

He kills for money.

And he doesn't take hearing
the word "no" very well.

Now, we believe he's on his way

to find your father as we speak.

And he will get his money
one way or another.

Okay. Look, we know that your
relationship with your family

is... complicated.

But now, his life and your sister's life

are hanging in the balance.

Your father's office has
completely shut us out, on his orders.

They won't give us his location.

So if you have any idea
where he might be...

What time is it?

It's 4:47.

My father, he has a standing appointment
every day at 5:00 p.m.

Where is he?

Just wait.

I'm telling you, he'll be here.

- If you're lying to me...
- I wouldn't lie.

I promise.

You can't count on my father for much,

but he never misses this.

See?

That's his car.

LAPD's five minutes out.
We're gonna beat them there.

So, this is the daddy's
girlfriend's apartment?

Apparently they have a standing
date every day at 5:00.

Got one guess what it's for.

Keeping a booty call on the calendar

even after his daughter's
been kidnapped?

He's even more messed up
than we thought.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

You make a sound,
try to get anyone's attention

while I'm gone,

you're dead.

Hey.

Couldn't just give me
my money, could you?

- Alright.
- Now you're gonna do what I say, huh?

- Okay, okay.
- Huh?

Okay, okay.

- Whatever you want.
- Get up against the car.

- Whatever you want.
- Get out your phone.

You're gonna wire this money
into this account.

And the price just went up
to $15 million.

Okay.

Son of a b...

Aah!

Simone, stay with Brie.

- I got Pierce.
- Laura, on me.

Brie? I'm here to help you.

My name is Simone.

He's up ahead.

Push. Drop your weapon!

Drop your weapon right now!

Subject is down.

Brie.

Honey.

You bastard.

Pierce Langham is out of surgery
and expected to pull through.

Wish we could say the same
about his driver.

Well, how's Brie?

Physically, she's fine. But
after what she's been through...

Well, that family really showed
their true colors.

There's no coming back from all that.

Listen, I know it's been
a long day, team,

but there is one more thing
before you go home.

Candace has arranged a press conference.

Are you serious?

Yes. She wants it made clear
that Brie has been found

so that any wannabe vigilantes
stand down. Smart.

Doesn't hurt that she can grab
some PR for herself in the process.

True. But we do have to play nice.

So what do we do?

Nothing. Just stand there.

Trust me, Candace will do
all the talking.

Alright. Looking good, team.
Ready for you.

I'm going to introduce you
during the press conference.

I want the suits in D.C.
to see you shine.

But this was a group effort.

I don't feel right being singled out.

Oh, trust me, it's a good
warm-up for next month's gala.

I haven't even said yes. I...

Just say, "It's a pleasure to serve."

Right. But, ma'am, a...

"It's a pleasure to serve."

The Bureau is extremely grateful

to Supervisory Special Agent
Matthew Garza

and his special investigative
unit for rescuing Brie Langham,

bringing her kidnappers to justice,

and putting an end
to this vigilante violence.

I would like to single out
one special agent

whose unique insights
went above and beyond.

This case could not have been
closed without her.

Congratulations,
Special Agent Simone Clark.

It's a pleasure to serve.

But I cannot accept
congratulations on this case.

It was tragic on so many levels.

A young woman was abducted.
Lives were lost. Why?

Because a dysfunctional family

flaunted their wealth
to buy our attention.

They even felt so entitled,
they took advantage

of this agency's expertise and resources

to rescue them
from their own greed run amok.

Thank you, Special Agent Clark.

You're welcome.

The FBI needs to focus
more taxpayer dollars

on those victims without means.

The forgotten faces.

The underrepresented
that routinely falls through the cracks.

Then, and only then,
can we recognize ourselves

for a job well done.

Thank you. That concludes
today's press conference.

Thank you all.

You had five words.
What the hell was that?

I told you, I can be a little extra.

And when I get in my feels,
I can't hold my tongue.

Yeah.

- What?
- And to think I was worried

that you'd get promoted before me

and I'd have to work for you one day.

That is definitely not gonna happen now.

- Want to bet?
- Yes.

Okay, it's a bet.

So once you call a special meeting,

all you need
is a basic quorum and proxies

from the absent board members.

And if they start holding out on you,

just remind them of the hit
the share price will take

if they keep your father at the helm.

Yeah. Good luck.

Hey. What was that all about?

That was Brie.

I was just talking her through
the steps of taking over

as president of the family business.

And stripping her father and brother

of their board seats while she's at it.

Huh. So baby sister's
gonna get the crown after all.

That's right.

How do you know about all this,
like, boardroom stuff?

Oh, I know all types of ways
of getting sweet revenge.

Remind me never to get on your bad side.

Like you needed the reminder.

Didn't exactly go as planned, did it?

Just can you try not
to enjoy it so much?

I won't.

I'm lying.

I'm gonna rewatch that tape
like a million times, Candace.

The look...

The look on your face.

Stop.

Uh, listen.

Um, what you said before about...

everything being a chess move
with me, it's true.

Know why I do it?

When we got married
and you came back to work,

you got high fives and jokes
about the ball and a chain.

I came back...

to a betting pool

on how long before I quit
or got knocked up,

as if landing a husband was the
entire reason I joined the FBI.

But why... why...
Why didn't you tell me that?

I'm sorry, Candace.

It's not right
we were treated differently.

It's not.

I re... I resented it.

I resented you, which was wrong.

But now I am a Special Agent in Charge.

One of very few women
in the entire country

that holds that position.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Checkmate.

Not even close.

I got a lot more rungs
on the ladder to climb.

You sure do.

You, uh...

You still got your, uh...
Your eye on Simone?

Ah, hell, no.

D.C.'s not ready for her,
at least not yet.

I got a red-eye to catch.

Yeah.

Uh... Matt, it wasn't

awful seeing you.

No.

It wasn't awful at all.

Not awful at all.

Whew.

Saw you on the news earlier.

They did not know what hit them,

did they?

How much trouble are you in?

Well, Garza's cool with it.

But I did get some dirty looks
from folks outside the squad.

Does it bother you?

No.

Yeah. I just...

I realized, Daddy,
I don't want to be a symbol.

I would rather be a beacon.

And bet that

if little marginalized girls
saw me up there tonight,

that they felt me.

I'm sure that they did.

I am so proud of you, baby girl.

Thank you, Daddy.

- And you know what?
- Hmm?

I would be even more proud

if you allow me to use
that massive TV in your office

during the playoffs.
Uhp, uhp. Hook a brother up.

Wait a minute.

So out in the streets,
you protest the police.

But when the game's on, you love us.

Huh.

Is that a yes?

No. It's a no.

Fix your face. It's a no.

Unh-unh.

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