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- I think it needs more color.
- Yeah, there you go.

It looks great.

Hey, peanut, save some for the turkeys.

But they're yummy!

Oh, they're yummy? Oh.

I'm gonna get some more frosting, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Daddy!

It's okay, baby.

What do you want?

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Disarm system now.

Disarmed. Ready to arm.

My babies! Aww.

Happy Thanksgiving, ma.

We got in early to surprise you.
Mission accomplished, I guess.

Sorry, I forgot
to give y'all the alarm code.

- Grandpa!
- Oh! Ha ha!

Look at you! Ahh!

- You too.
- My turn. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mm!

Look, they, uh...

they feeding you alright
up there at Berkeley?

- Yeah.
- 'Cause you know Grandpa's about ready

to put his foot
in this Thanksgiving dinner.

I got beans and greens,
potatoes, tomatoes, chicken, turkey...

- You name it!
- You name it!

I knew you was gonna do that.

Okay, what just happened?

It's some Internet thing.
Billie's specialty.

Grandpa, I'm gonna make you
a ClipTalk account, okay?

Excuse me? Y-Y'all are moving in?

This is what I was thinking.

Miss Billie has a lot to unpack.
What's going on, girl?

Um...

Daddy, can you make them some breakfast?

I'm sure they gotta be starving.

Oh, yeah. Anything for my grandbabies.

Watch that left!

Happy Turkey Day.

What are you doing here?

Working the call center, just like you.

Mm, I volunteer because

I'm not flying
back home for Thanksgiving.

But you're from here.

I figured you'd be at
some fancy Hollywood party.

I do have some invites
that would drop your jaw.

But no, I'm here.
You're my training agent.

I do what you do.

Yeah, trying to score
some brownie points.

Absolutely. So what do we do here?

On Thanksgiving? Not much.

Local PD is overwhelmed with domestics,

but for the Feds... Pretty slow, yeah.

Okay.

Oh, did I just jinx us?

Go for Stenson.

Yes, Detective.

Okay, sure.

- What are you doing?
- J...

Finally having that
heart attack, thanks to you.

Why are you here?

Your sister sent me to
drag you away from work

because, you know, it's a holiday.

Ah. It's a perfect time to get
all my paperwork finished

without all the usual interruptions.

So tell mis hermanas
their hermanito loves them

and I'll call them later.

Okay, but they legit need your help
making the pernil Al horno.

Nobody makes it as tender as you.

Can't believe you want me to help you
make all this delicious food

that I can't even eat
because of my diet.

I'll sneak you a slice of flan.

Uh, LAPD just called us in
on a kidnapping.

A 6-year-old girl and her father

were abducted from their home
this morning,

but the CARD Team isn't answering.

- Jansen is in Boca with his family.
- We can try calling in his guys.

No. Missing 6-year-old? Every
second is crucial. We're working it.

Get Carter and Simone
in here right away.

Spill it. Right now.

Mom...

...Billie bombed her midterms.

That's not how we rehearsed it.

Whoa, whoa.

Why am I just now hearing about this?

- Well, Mom, you don't understand...
- No, you don't understand!

You got all the time in the world

to make these ClipTalk videos,
but not enough time to study?

Little girl, we sacrificed way too much

to get you in that school
for you to flunk out.

No, you're just not listening...

Because you're not saying anything
worth listening to!

Hello?

Yes.

Yes, sir. I'll be right there.

I got to go into the office.

Ma, it's Thanksgiving.

Max, I know that, but duty calls.

I'll be back,

and we gonna finish this
conversation, Miss Thing.

What do we got?

A kidnapping...
Daryl Young, 37 years old,

and his 6-year old daughter, Lainie.

LAPD is combing the crime scene now.

In the meantime,
we've issued an Amber Alert

- for the little girl.
- Who called it in?

Neighbors. Their doorbell cam
caught the whole thing.

Damn.

LAPD has airships
looking for the RV now.

Any idea why this family was targeted?

No. Daryl's a widower,
works as a paralegal...

LAPD airship spotted the RV
five blocks from here,

parked by the D.A.'s office.

Get over there
and check it out right away.

So let me guess...
This guy works for the D.A.'s office?

Yeah, but no one's there.
It's Thanksgiving.

How many times
do I have to say I'm sorry?

At least seven more, because apparently,

Novak Stepanov is
more important than your family.

Not even close.

I'll be in and out as fast as I can.

If you make us late to your mother's,

I'm telling her it's your fault.

We won't be late. I promise.

- Good morning.
- It sure is, boss.

Not when you've got us
working on Thanksgiving.

I'm on Team Nicole.
Why does it have to be today?

- The office is closed.
- Exactly.

This has to fly under the radar.
We can't afford any leaks.

Novak's about to spill his guts.

Barely in prison a year
and he's already snitching?

They don't make bad guys
like they used to.

In exchange for sharing his knowledge

of multiple criminal enterprises,

Mr. Stepanov's sentence will be reduced
to one year minus time served.

At that time, he will be placed
in witness protection

in a city of his choosing,

where he will receive
a generous relocation allowance.

How generous?

That's a lot of zeroes.

A little preview... you are not
in a position of power here.

Your client is a violent offender

convicted of a multitude
of serious crimes.

If the information he provides
is helpful to law enforcement,

we will work on a reduced sentence.

That is all, and I'm not
promising him anything

until I get a taste
of what he's offering.

And it better be good.

Believe me, I'm about
to put on quite a show.

FBI!

It's okay, Daryl.
We're here to help you.

- Do you have my daughter?
- No.

You have to go now. J-Just leave.

I-If they see me with you,
they're gonna kill her.

Who will?

I don't know who they are.

I never saw their faces.
Lainie and I got separated.

T-They made me show
them the... the security entrance.

They took my badge.

Boss, we got a problem
at the D.A.'s office.

We need backup now.

You get Daryl to safety. You two, on me.

Come on, come on.

Go ahead, make us cop killers.

Put a beating on them
so they don't try to be heroes.

Hey, hey. You don't need to do that.

Need to? No.

But payback's a bitch.

Hey, thanks for the help
with the deal, Counselor.

But I made my own plans.

Happy Thanksgiving.

FBI!

Fall back!

Pressure on the wound. Help him!

You're trapped! Give yourselves up!

Not while I have hostages to kill!

Matt, you're primary
for the negotiations?

I am. What do you got?

First unit's in position
in the sixth floor lobby.

No visual on the hostages
or clear IDs of the subjects.

Second unit has secured
the perimeter of the building.

Sharp shooters
are getting into position.

I'll get back to you
when I have a breach scenario.

Good, so, Novak Stepanov,
three masked subjects, huh?

Yes, Novak was here
to turn state evidence,

but clearly, it was just a ruse.

We don't have an ID on
his crew, but one of them

was shot in the abdomen in the exchange.

Laura, Brendon, there's still
a missing girl out there,

and if her father did
what their captors asked,

there's a good chance she's still alive.

So go. Go find her.

I checked the security log in.

There are two deputies
and three employees being held.

One is Wesley Evers. I know him.

His wife is Angela Lopez.
She's a detective.

Mid-Wilshire. I know. I remember.

- We gotta tell her.
- That may not be a good idea.

Too bad. I already know.

Angie, we are gonna do everything
we can to get him out of there.

Oh, I know, because I'm gonna help you.

Oh, absolutely not.
We cannot let that...

Hey, I am not just
some anxious wife here.

I am a cop who knows this building

like the back of my hand,
and I am not asking permission.

Okay, Detective, I am very sorry

for what you must be
going through right now,

but I'm gonna be very clear
here... this is our case.

You are only here to advise.
Do you understand?

Yes.

We're making contact in two
minutes. Everyone get ready.

- Come on.
- Go.

Everything off the hostages.

Good.

Hmm, they have snipers
taking roost as we speak.

Close all the blinds.

What are we going to do now?

You are gonna sit there, relax.

Hey, try and keep the blood
inside your body.

I'll take care of the rest.

Okay.

Sorry for the interruption to your, uh,

holiday festivities, folks,
but we're going to be missing

the turkey, stuffing, and football.

Hmm.

Uh, take them back in there. Watch them.

Let's go. Move it.

Please, I'm your lawyer. I helped you.

I shouldn't be here with them.

Honestly, you're a hack
that got me a lousy deal.

You're lucky I don't shoot you
right now.

Shoo. Shoo, fly.

I have an offer for you.

There's a system of abandoned tunnels
underneath the courthouse.

That's how they used to shuttle

notorious criminals like you
to and from jail.

I could give you the access point.

That's your ticket out of here.

Come on, buddy.

If you know about the tunnels,
so do the Feds.

Can't blame you for trying, though.

Watch him!

Dial tone. Okay.

Ahh. Huh?

We're dug in. Feds will call soon.

We'll go back and forth a little,
pretend to get to know each other.

How you doing, buddy?

It's no big thing.

Sorry.

I failed you.

No.

Actually, yes, a little.

But don't worry.
I won't let you die here.

Okay. Here we go.

Novak's House of Hostages.
How may I direct your call?

Is this Novak Stepanov?

The one and only. And who are you?

FBI Supervisory Special Agent
Matthew Garza.

What's your end game here, Novak?

Quite simply, I'm going to
walk out the front door,

and you're going to watch me
fade into the distance.

But first things first.
I need something from you.

You need something from me?
Okay. How can I help?

One of my guys needs a doctor.
He's been shot.

- Well, if he's shot, send him out.
- Not gonna happen.

- Offer a medic in exchange for...
- My husband.

Not gonna happen. Understood.

I can maybe get you a paramedic,
but what do I get in exchange?

You get two sweaty deputies.

Why are you freeing the deputies?

They're our most high-profile hostages.

Those testosterone twins are wild cards.

They'll try to be heroes
any chance they get.

And their cop buddies on the outside

are sure to do something stupid
to save two of their own.

So trust me, better off without them.

Send the medic up in 10 minutes
or I kill a hostage.

Send me in with the medic.

You are only here to advise.

Then send me.
I wasn't a part of the initial shootout.

They don't know
what I look like. Let me go.

Can you doctor bullet wounds?

I aced the FBI's Operational
Medical Class, so yeah.

- No heroics. Understood?
- Got it.

You go in there with the paramedic,

you assess the situation,
then you come back out.

You sure about this, Simone?

No, but I'm going anyway.

If I could get a message to your
husband, what do you want me to say?

Tell him he's still got a pie to make,

and that Jack and I are thankful
for him every single day.

I'm on it.

They promised me as soon as they did

what they needed, they'd let us go.

Did they tell you anything else?

Just that if I jammed them up,
I'd never see her again.

Lainie is all I have.

- If I lose her...
- Mr. Young,

we are gonna do everything
we can to get her home safe,

but we need your help.

Okay. Okay.

Now, we have the footage
of the kidnapping,

which I know will be difficult
for you to watch,

but maybe it could spark
a memory that could help us?

Alright?

Wait, wait. That's Flimsy.

What's... What's a Flimsy?

Lainie's stuffed rabbit.
I didn't think they'd let her take it.

It has a nanny cam in it.

That... That that could
help us find her.

Do you have access to the feed?

No, i-i-it's... It's set up to connect

to the Wi-Fi router back at home.

Those things have a max range of, like,
400 or 500 feet.

But if we could mimic the home Wi-Fi,

we drive around the right neighborhood,

- we can connect to it.
- Okay, yeah.

Um, do you remember
how long you were in the RV

before you got to the D.A.'s office?

That can help us
determine a search area.

This is Cutty. You know what to do.

Why is nobody answering their phones?

Daddy... I don't think I'm gonna
make it home for dinner.

Um, but tell the kids that I am...

I'm so proud to be their mother,

and there's nothing they could
ever do that would change that.

I love you, Dad.

Simone, this is Ricardo.

- A little nervous?
- You're not?

Nope. We're gonna be just fine.

Confirm the number of hostages.
You clock how many are in Novak's crew,

their weapons, and ammo supply.

Do you understand? Good.

Go ahead.

Lower your weapons or this guy dies.

Why send two medics

for a job that one can do?

Because one of you is

a Fed playing dress-up.

And I know which one.

Piss off, Special Agent.

Piss off!

This is some BS.

Excuse me?

How you just gonna assume Pretty
Boy is the Fed, no questions asked?

I mean, that's sexist,
racist, and ageist

all at the same time.

I mean, why couldn't I be an FBI agent?

Are you?

No, but I could be,

and I want that acknowledged.

I like you. You're fun.

Now shut up. Get inside.

Let the dogs go.

- Allow me.
- Oh. Okay!

Don't be stupid.

You're welcome.

Alright.

Alright, fix him.

Hey, my name's Regina.

You mind if I take a look at that wound?

Let me see. Let me see, let me see.

Okay, okay.

Hold that. Lean up.

What do you think?

I think he needs to go to the hospital.

This tourniquet will stop the bleeding.

I mean, it'll turn the faucet
off for about an hour.

Baby, it's gonna hurt like hell, okay?

Arm up.

There we go.

You don't seem to be afraid, Regina,

which I find equally
interesting but suspicious.

Fear is a decision.

If I let it control me,

I won't be any help
for your friend here.

So you are afraid?

If I focus on the fact
that you got a gun in my face,

then hell yeah.

But if I focus on helping
this man right now,

make this the most
important thing in the moment,

I can do what I'm trained to do.

Where were you trained?

I was a Combat Medic Specialist
in the Army.

As a civilian, I went to EMT school.

L.A. is a battleground
all its own, honey.

Tell me about it.

What's your assessment
of my friend here?

There's no exit wound,
which means the bullet

most likely mushroomed and fractured,

causing a lot of internal damage.

If this man don't get
to a hospital, he's gonna die.

Hospital.

I need...

hospital.

If you leave, it's a life sentence.

Just another kind of death.

You still want to leave?

Da.

- Am I driving too fast?
- Nope.

This is a Goldilocks pace... Just right.

The router will connect
when the device is in range.

Alright.

So, um... these jaw-dropping
parties you skipped,

are we talking George Clooney
level soirees or...

Better.

Shut up.

If I do, I won't be able
to tell you who invited me.

I'll give you a hint.
They're an EGOT winner.

That is so cool.

What's an EGOT?

- Hey, Matt.
- What's your status?

- We are hunting a stuffed bunny.
- Excuse me?

Lainie took her nanny cam with
her when she was abducted.

We're trying to track it
using the Wi-Fi.

I'll be damned. You got a location?

Uh, Daryl said the kidnappers
only went 10 minutes or so

before taking Lainie out,
so we have a search grid.

Sounds like a long shot.

Well, right now, it's all we've got.

Find her, Laura.

How's it going in there?

My injured man is coming out.

Okay, well, have the medic
bring him out.

Nuh-unh. No. No, you get one of mine,

I get one of yours. I keep the medic.

That wasn't the deal, Novak.

It is now.

Nice work.

I thought negotiations were
about getting hostages out,

not sending them in.

I think it's time for
you to go home now.

Fine.

She's not going home, is she?

I wouldn't. Neither would you.

You're right.
Go find out what she's up to.

Detective, wait up.

Your boss says go, you say wait.

Can't you Feds make up your minds?

- Don't do it.
- Excuse me?

Whatever you're gonna do...
Go jack up Novak's crew for information,

lean on his family, whatever
you're thinking, don't do it.

- Easy for you to say.
- Not really.

I just sent my trainee in there.
Her life's my responsibility.

And my husband's is mine.
I can't sit here and do nothing.

But that's all we can do right now.

And you running off half-cocked
will only make things worse,

and you know I'm right.

So, please stay. I'll talk to Garza.

If I do, I go in when you go in. Got it?

I know better than
to talk you out of it.

Come on.

Hey. How's everybody doing?

What kind of stupid question is that?
I'm freaking out!

Well, try and stay calm,
'cause freaking out

is not gonna help us get out of this.

Are you serious?

- None of us are getting out of this...
- Shut up!

All of you.

No problem.

This has got to be stressful
for you, too, sweetie.

It wasn't supposed to go down like this.

These folks look thirsty. I-I know I am.

You think you could
help us out with that?

I'm Wesley.

That's Leonard, Nicole,
and Novak's attorney, Julius.

Hey. Regina.

Julius is not on our team?

Julius is on Team Julius.

If he finds out you're a Fed,
he might use that to get out of here.

Your wife told me to tell you
you still have a pie to make.

She says that she and Jack
love you very much,

and they are thankful for you every day.

He's the weak link.

Thank you so much.

What are you guys doing here?
We're still negotiating.

One of my guys rode in the ambulance
with the subject who got shot.

He was delirious, started rambling
about what's going on in there.

He said all the hostages
are in one room, east side.

My unit is getting ready to breach.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, okay?

- This is a long game.
- One we don't have time for.

This is our best chance to breach

- with minimal casualties.
- Minimal casualties?

We can save them all, Paxton.

Just don't go cowboy on me right now.

I'm doing it by the book.

Save as many lives as possible,
that's the mandate.

If we wait any longer, the Intel
will no longer be useful.

- Just...
- Matt, you had your chance,

and I have tactical command
of this operation.

We go in 10 minutes.

B unit's set. Get ready to breach.

No, still nothing. Head towards 3rd.

It's at the edge of the search grid.

Okay.

So, um, this EGOT person.
Did you really turn the invite down?

Why are you so interested in this?

Well, tender age kidnappings
can be tough,

even for the most seasoned of agents.

Figured we could both use
the distraction.

So who is it?

Oh, uh, nanny cam feed's buffering.

Wait, wait, wait. It's connecting.

Oh, my God. I see her.

We'll be okay, Flimsy. I promise.

You don't have to worry.

She's within 500 feet of us. Stop!

Two high-rise buildings on either side.

God, there's got to be
hundreds of units here.

Okay, let's get LAPD to canvass.
We need to be stealth.

If we make a scene, it could jeopardize

- her chance of survival.
- God, it's so dark in there.

I can't see anything.
Is she in the living room or...

Oh, wait. Someone's coming.

Yes, yes, Novak. It's no problem.

Anything you need.

Got a screenshot of his face.

Great. Send it to Elena.

She can run facial recognition
against Novak's associates.

Maybe we can get an I.D.,
an apartment number.

- I'm freaking out.
- Take a deep breath.

You'll be fine.

Judging by your demeanor,
you don't seem like a hardened criminal.

Yeah, you seem smarter than
Novak and the rest of his guys.

What are you doing?

You're gonna get all of us killed.

We're just talking. Relax.

I can't see your face,
but your eyes tell a story.

What kind of story?

That you're kind. And young.

Baby, how old are you? 19, 20?

18.

This is a pivotal moment for you.

They could charge you with
a plate full of felonies...

Uh, kidnapping, extortion,
assault, attempted murder.

Or I could offer you a deal right now.

Wait, you could do that?

Man, you don't know
who you're talking to?

This is the Wesley Evers,
the most powerful

Assistant District Attorney in the city.

Right, y'all?

- Yes, yes.
- Yeah, he's big time.

Yeah, I could hook you up.

All you have to do is get us to
the tunnels via the back stairs.

You're trying to mess with my head.

Maybe I should talk to Novak.

You do that and you'll be
in prison forever.

Is that what you want?

No!

So if I help you escape,
I get off Scot-free?

No, but you get a reduced sentence...

A cell safe from Novak's reach.

I also need an apartment when I get out.

Because I'm so sick of living
with my mom and her boyfriend.

Yeah, I think I could swing that.

Government housing is in San Pedro.
Can we get that in writing?

Oh, ask for a Maserati, boo.

Once you're free, you want to
ride around in style.

- Yes, that.
- Okay.

I promise that the D.A.
will do everything in his power

to furnish you with a Maserati.

That is a sweet deal.

Can we conclude these negotiations?

Good.

Now come and cut me loose.

There we go.

Good boy.

I want you guys to go
down that stairwell

and SWAT will meet you.

Hands above your head.

You stay with them, baby.

Okay.

Yeah, come here.

Here. Follow me. Hands up. Come on.

Hold your nerve. This isn't a bluff.

Hey!

Take another step, we start shooting.

FBI! Don't move.

So the square-jawed guy
really was the medic?

See what happens when
you underestimate a Black woman?

Drop the guns. Now!

You drop yours.

Go, go, go!

Move it, move it!

Move it! Drop it!

Come on! Let me see your hands!

Hey. You okay?

Hell, no.
But I will be after a stiff drink.

You've earned it.

We're clear.

- Hey.
- I told you not to go in today.

I know, I know.
I'll be paying for this till Christmas.

Try Easter.

Now we can conclude
our negotiations in person.

Oh, I respect the bravado,
but negotiation time is over.

No, it's not.

Answer the phone.

We walk or the girl dies.

Matt, now is not a good time.

Elena identified our kidnapper,
and we're about to kick the door in.

Yeah, well, be quick.
He's holding her at gunpoint.

- LAPD! We are in.
- Go, go, go, go, go.

Move, move, move!

- Cover left.
- Clear!

We're clear!

She's not here.

- Stand down.
- You can't give that order.

You have tactical command.
The subjects are in custody.

Matt has operational. This is his call.

And that baby's safety takes
precedence over everything.

They walk.

And the car keys you took from Milos.

A Prius? Really?

You said "inconspicuous."

When we first spoke, I told you
I'd walk out the front door

and you would watch me fade
into the distance.

For now.

But don't worry about it.

We will find you,
'cause it's what we do.

Not this time.

If I even sense
that you are following me

or hear a helicopter...

that little girl gets her angel's wings.

Same thing if I don't call
my associate every two minutes.

You drive.

Doesn't make any sense.
Wi-Fi's still connected.

She should be within 500 feet of here.

Okay, just check the feed.

He's on the phone again.

It's too hot.
The cops are everywhere, man.

I need to dump her now.

Damn it.

I know just the place.

Call you when it's done.

Come on, kid. We gotta go.

No, Flimsy!

Shut up!

Wait, look at where he threw it.
That's a ceiling.

It's all piping, no fixtures.

They were never in an apartment.

They were in the basement,
headed to the garage.

- With me! Let's go!
- Yeah, let's go. Come on!

FBI! Show me your hands!

- Oh, hey, hey.
- Hands behind your back!

Okay. I'm gonna help you out.

Watch your head. Watch your head.
Ohh, I got you.

It's okay, it's okay. You're alright?

My name's Brendon, okay?
I'm with the police.

- I want my daddy.
- I know.

Let's get you out of here.

Come on. Watch your head.

- You got a problem.
- No, I don't.

I got the deal.
And it's hella sweet, remember?

Yeah, I know, boo. But did you read it?

It says right here
this deal will take effect

once the signatory... That's you...

Aids in the capture of Novak Stepanov.

Sadly, that didn't happen,
so this... is invalid.

Wait, but you guys let him go.
That's not my fault.

No, but it is your problem.

You want to help yourself?
You got to help us.

How?

What was the plan after you got out?

Where's Novak going right now?

Mexico, I think?

They're not going to Mexico
in that Prius.

- Where would they stop?
- I don't know.

You don't know, you don't know.
Think hard!

They need money, IDs, a new vehicle.

Where would Novak
go to get those things?

I barely know the man.

I've never done anything
like this before.

Hey, hey, sweetie.

We understand that you're new, okay?

But you hear things and you see things.

Breathe, baby, and think.

Who does Novak trust
the most in the world?

Uh, uh, uh, probably Nikola.

Nikola Rastic? That's one
of Novak's lieutenants.

Get all known addresses and cover them.

If they dump the Prius, we just
might get lucky and beat them there.

Go.

My dad is serving his sweet
potato pie right about now.

Can we not talk about food?
I'm starving as it is.

And cranky. Geez.

Uh, Carter's over here whining.
Anybody got snacks?

Wish we did, 'cause Brendon's
stomach is squawking.

It's the worst Thanksgiving ever.

A-Are we sure this apartment
is even where he's going?

As sure as we can be.

We got people watching
Nikola's home in Calabasas.

It'd be much smarter for him
to meet Novak and Milos

here at his girlfriend's high rise.

- There they go!
- They're coming out of the garage.

- We're moving in!
- We're en route.

- Show me your hands!
- FBI!

I got him! You get Novak!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's okay, boo.
I know what you're thinking.

How did this fine-ass lady

catch me twice in one day?

Come on.

Ooh, that looks like the most
depressing Thanksgiving dinner

I've ever seen.

At least I have chips.

May I?

Thank you.

Okay, you have to tell me.

What is the real reason you
skipped the holiday party?

'Cause I'm not buying

that you were just trying
to keep me company.

You doing that whole
profiler thing again?

Hmm.

Why do you ask a question you
already know the answer to?

I-I'm clearly at work

because I'm avoiding social interactions

with my old peer group.

Oh, wow. I hadn't even considered that.

I thought it was an ex-girlfriend
that you were trying to avoid.

This is far more interesting.
Please, go on.

Okay, um, when I was in the
whole Hollywood scene,

I loved it.

You know, I had a lot of friends.

- It was... It was... fun, you know?
- Hmm.

Then I joined the FBI, and I came here,

and you see a lot of things, you know?

Like that girl today. I...

The idea of going to a party

and talking about
keto diets and auditions

and who's dating who...

...feels kind of less-than.

Yeah. Been there.

You know, we see the thin line
between life and death on the daily.

That doesn't mean you should
isolate yourself from your friends

just because people
might not understand.

That sounds easier said than done.

It is. Big-time.

But...

you'll get there.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Not exactly a happy
Thanksgiving, was it?

Mm.

You got leftovers
waiting for you somewhere?

Chinese takeout.

Evelyn and Isaiah are in
New Orleans with her family.

Ah. First post-separation holiday, huh?

It's another rite of passage, Carter.

So says the divorce whisperer.

I guess working today was
a good distraction, then, huh?

Not good enough. Couldn't stop myself.

I've been checking Evelyn's
social media all day long.

Who's the guy she's with?

I don't know.
They seem kind of comfortable.

Think she's got something
going on with him?

- Nah, no. I'm sure it's...
- What are you looking at?

Uh, it's my ex-wife's Thanksgiving.

Oh, he's totally into her, and she
likes him enough to post it, so...

Or I could be totally wrong.

But I'm not.

Sorry.

Wow.

Tequila?

Disarm system now.

Disarmed, ready to arm.

- Baby girl...
- Yes.

...you're gonna have to stop calling
with those cryptic goodbyes.

I'm an old man. My heart can't take it.

Well, you're gonna have
to get used to it,

because I'm never gonna stop
saying I love you.

Now, I am sorry that I scared you,

and I will try to do that a little less.

In the meantime...

bam.

I know it's too late,

but I hope you got some food
in there, because I am starving.

Oh, you know I've made enough
food to feed a small country.

Hey, that's what I'm talking about.

Are you two still ignoring your mother?

- Hmm?
- Sorry.

It was a combination
of the Billie situation

and me being hangry,
but I'm glad you're home.

Hangry?

Okay. You, we still need to talk.

Just as long as you're
not gonna yell again.

I wasn't yelling!

I was just making one or two points
a little louder than the others.

Okay. Come on, Max.

Let's you and me
go fix your mother a plate.

Hmm?

Park it.

So when did we get to a place

where we stopped being honest
with each other?

You worked so hard to get me
into pre-law at Berkeley.

I didn't know how to tell you
I was miserable.

So you don't want to be
a lawyer anymore?

And that's why you were
flunking your classes?

And you didn't think you could tell me?

Look at Max. He knows exactly
what he wants to do in life.

Grandpa knew when he
was my age, and you...

I know it might have taken
a couple of decades,

but you knew exactly
who you wanted to be.

And I am just here... lost.

Hey.

You are not lost.

Pick your face up.

You're just mid-search, right?
You will figure this out.

Now, it might not be
next week or next month...

Hell, even next year,
but I'mma help you.

And you will find your calling,
I promise.

Come here.

Who the hell is that ringing
the doorbell at this hour?

Daddy, I kinda invited a few folks over.

How big was that country
you said you could feed again?

Uh-oh. Who'd you invite?

Just a few folks who missed
their own Thanksgiving

because they were out saving lives.

Right that way.

Happy Thanksgiving.

- Happy Thanksgiving!
- Happy Thanksgiving!

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