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Previously on
"The Rookie: Feds"...

It was your daughter
- that came through.
- That's my baby girl.

- Fortune! Hey!
- How do you two
know each other?

He arrested my mother
a while back.

I've got to run.

But if you need anything--

anything at all--
find me.

Asked for by name, huh?

Well, you said to come back
if I needed anything.

Would you like to go
on a date with me?
I would.

Are you free
on Saturday night?

Are you asking me
out on a date?

Are you figuring out a way
to let me down easy?

I'm just wondering
what took you so long.

I was the one incarcerated
for a crime I didn't commit.

How did you stay sane?

Fighting to get home.

To you,
to your mother.

You know, I took that
settlement money from the LAPD

and invested it
into the community.

And the help that I've been able
to provide--

you know, to people going
through the same struggle--

You helped a lot of people,
Daddy. I know.

Please.

I'm sorry.

I am so, so sorry
for what I did.

I can make it up to you, though.

No, no, no, no--

♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

Woman over PA:
Hospital transport to the E.R.

Hospital transport,
report to E.R.

They told me
you were here.

Are you okay?
Totally fine.

But you left your sweater
in my car last night.

I figured
you might need it.

That was thoughtful,
thank you.

But what happened
to your head?

Nothing.
But just returning a sweater

doesn't give us as much time
to hang.

But if I'm "hurt,"
a nurse has to check me out.

Sorry. Gotta get that.

Oh, no. A safe surrender baby
just got dropped off.

Thank you.
See you after work?

Daddy, your garage is like
a full-on time capsule.

I found a box of my favorite
jeans from high school.

I guess
they're antiques now.

Watch your mouth.
They're more like vintage.

But what's in this box?

It's locked,
so I couldn't open it,

and I want to see if some
of my stuff is in here.

Why are you digging
through my stuff?

I'm not
"digging through your stuff."

I just wanted to make space
in the garage,

and I thought this box
looked interesting.

And by your reaction,
it's real interesting.

Simone, put it back. Now.

Sorry, Daddy.

Well... what's in it?

What--

Why you actin' so--

Hey, boss.

I'll be right there.

We gonna finish this
when I get home.

So, at first, I'm thinking
it's something embarrassing.

Maybe a photo or something
from his old funk band days.

But I don't know.

He's just being
really weird about it.

Are you gonna open it?

I want to, but he's
got a right to his privacy.

Plus, what if it's
some cursed family heirloom?

I don't want that juju
getting on me.

Ah, it's about time
you probies showed up.

Oh, yeah.
Sorry, I was in hot yoga.

The humidity does a number
on my cell service.

And I got a possible cursed
"mystery box" situation

at home, so...

What's the case, boss?

It's a homicide
I pulled from LAPD.

It's a male victim,
tortured and then killed.

The victim's wallet
was taken-- no ID.

So ERT used
a mobile fingerprint unit.

His name's Paul Morrison.

He's an investment banker,

and he was killed...
six years ago.

Six years ago?

Looks like this guy was
breathing six hours ago.

Exactly.

His wife, Vanessa,

was tried and convicted
for his murder back in 2016.

As a former defense attorney,
a murder conviction

without a body
is no easy feat.

There must have been
an ironclad circumstantial

and forensics case
against her.

Which was dead wrong.

This woman's been locked up
all this time

for a crime
she didn't commit?

Not quite. Vanessa was paroled
two weeks ago.

Double jeopardy.

- Oh, my God.
- So the husband

fakes his death,
pins it on her.

She gets out,
tracks him down,

tortures him,
then murders him.

Yeah, but she can't go
to prison again

'cause she's already been
convicted for that crime.

Says the former actor
who clearly watches
way too many movies.

That's not how the double
jeopardy clause works.

Vanessa's conviction
of murdering her husband

six years ago
will get overturned.

But if she killed him this
morning, that's a separate case

with different circumstances,
i.e., a new crime.

Yeah, if Vanessa did this,
she is going back to prison,

most likely
for the rest of her life.

But we don't have proof
that Vanessa was involved,

so in the meantime,
while I contact

her parole officer,
why don't you and Brendon go

find out what this Paul has been
doing for the last six years,

'cause people don't just
disappear for no reason.

- Okay?
- Okay.

You guys,
contact his next of kin.

It's his sister, Donna.

She is either in on this,
or she's about to get

a death notification
for her big brother

for the second time.

You're wrong.

My brother's been dead
for over six years.

I know it's hard to believe,
but the fingerprints match.

It's him.
It's your brother.

But we had a funeral
for him.

You've been raising his son, huh?

Sammy.
Yeah.

How do I tell him
about this?

I mean, how could he just
abandon Sammy like that?

How could he let Vanessa
go to prison?

Oh, my God.

Vanessa.
She was right.

She was right about what?

She came by my house
last week--

Hold on, one of the stipulations
of her parole

is she's not to contact you
nor Sammy.

Yes, but Vanessa begged me
to see him.

And then she started asking him
if he'd seen his father.

She sounded
like a crazy person.

Do you think
she did this?

"When you're treated
a certain kind of way,

you become a certain kind
of person."

Six years behind bars gives you
a lot of time to plot revenge.

If it was me,
I would want my son back.

Especially if I was told
I could never see him again.

Where is Sammy right now?

He's at soccer practice.

Go, go, find Sammy
and make sure that he's safe.

This is the longest
you've ever been quiet.

Sammy lost his mom and dad
when he was six.

He's 12 now.

He spent
his most formative years

thinking that his mother killed
his father.

It just-- My heart aches
for him, Carter.

You were young, too,
when your pops went to prison.

Yeah.
How'd you manage?

It took us years of work
to get to where we are now.

But at least when my dad was
incarcerated, I had my mama.

She held
the family together.

Sammy didn't have
any of that.

Now he has to relive his
father's death all over again.

My God.

That's too much
for a young child to bear.

Violent physical contact
of an extended duration

could result in multiple fibers
that are also damaged in a--

Hey. Pro tip--
you'll want to make sure

the camera's recording.

Dammit.

Sorry.
What-- What are you doing?

I was asked to make
an instructional video

for new agent trainees
at Quantico

about
carpet fiber analysis.

They want it like, yesterday,
and somehow expect me

to shoot and edit it on top
of my actual workload.

Then it's-- it's-- it's great
that you weren't recording.

'Cause you want to always
light these things

from the-- the side.

You know, front lighting--
terrible.

You really want to start the day
by telling me I look terrible?

You look amazing. Always.

The lighting's terrible.

Can I help?

What,
and be my director?

Don't seem so shocked, okay?

I directed two episodes
of "Vampire Cop,"
I'll have you know.

My choice of chiaroscuro
was mentioned in Fangoria.

Uh, we just picked up
an odd case, but I--

I can come back tonight and
very easily shoot this for you.

I appreciate the offer, Brendon,

but it's not that serious.

It's a simple video.

Do you trust me?

Let me take care
of everything.

All right.

So, what's this odd case
of yours?

Uh, it's a homicide.
Victim's name is Paul Morrison.

M.E.'s sending over his clothes
for you to look at.

Maybe just have a peek?

Maybe there's some errant
carpet fibers or something.

Don't mock my work. Sorry.

- Go away.
- I'll see you tonight.

I don't see him.

There.

With Vanessa.

Be ready, but don't draw.
There are kids.

Vanessa, FBI.

- We need to talk.
- You alright, Sammy?

He's fine.
He's with his mother.

You have every right
to protect your baby.

Don't make this something
he can't unsee.

I love you, Sammy.

Sammy,
my name is Miss Simone.

We gonna go call
your Auntie Donna, okay?

- Turn around.
- Oh, give me a break.
I just want to see my son.

This isn't about
your parole terms.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Paul Morrison.

We found his body
this morning.

Feels light, boss.

This bastard lied.

What are you guys
doing?

Getting screwed over by
a dead man for the second time.

I know.
It's confusing.

Okay.
I'm calling security.

Don't worry about it.

Just so you know,
this ain't personal.

Oh!

Let's roll.

This is crap,
and you both know it.

Tell us your whereabouts from
4:00 to 8:00 this morning.

It doesn't matter.

You're just gonna pin
Paul's murder on me. Again.

That was a gross miscarriage
of justice.

But I can promise you, we simply
want to get to the bottom of it.

We want to find out
what happened

six years ago and today.

Please.

Imagine being convicted
of something

you had no part
in doing.

At first,
it just feels surreal.

"Give it time.
These are professional lawyers

and police detectives.

They'll find the truth."

Then it dawns on you.

They want
to close the case.

They want to move on.

Did you always believe
Paul faked his death?

Not at first.

But in hindsight,
there were signs.

Like what?

Paul was
an investment banker,

so, you know,
he made good money.

But at some point he started
making extravagant purchases--

sports car, lake house,
fancy watches.

Did you notice
any other changes?

He was stressed.

Started taking calls all hours, weekends...

Did he give you
any explanation?

He said he had
a high-profile client.

But who calls with
legitimate banking questions

at 2:00 in the morning?

2:00 in the morning?
Okay. So, what?

So, you're thinking he took on
somebody shady?

And got in too deep, so he faked
his death to disappear.

Which is bad enough,

but why did he have to make it
look like I killed him?

He left his blood
in the kitchen,

in the trunk of my car.

Which gives you
a powerful motive.

Damn right it does.

That bastard abandoned our son,
left me to rot in prison,

all to save
his sorry ass.

I'm not sad he's dead.

Paul got
what he deserved.

But I...didn't...
kill him.

Okay. So, then where were you
this morning?

In my halfway house.

From curfew at 9:00 last night
to 8:30 this morning.

Listen.

When I was your age,
my father was in prison.

So I know how confusing
this time can be for you.

And when I was sad,
you know what I did?

I'd just tried to remember

all of the fun stuff
we did together.

And I would always remember how
he loved me best and most.

You gotta focus
on the good memories.

Hey. It'll make you feel
a lot better.

Vanessa's alibi
checks out.

Thank God.

I did not want Sammy to have
to carry that burden.

I'm gonna call holding
and get her released.

Hold on. She violated
the terms of her parole

by visiting her son. Twice.

Terms that are now invalid.
She's innocent.

I know,
but there's a process.

The same process that got my
father locked up for eight years

for a crime he didn't commit either.

Simone, I can assure you
that I will fast-track
Vanessa's release.

But right now the question
still remains--

if she didn't kill Paul,
then who did?

The shady client
Vanessa told us about.

Ah, we might actually have
a lead on that.

We met with some of Paul's
former colleagues

over at
Arcadia National Bank.

And most of the clients
he took care of

were typical
corporate accounts.

But he had one big money client
he took care of personally.

At one point, the account had
over $7 million in it.

And the week that Paul was
believed to have been killed,

the money was withdrawn,
account closed.

Who owned the account?

Unclear.
It was a dummy corporation

that doesn't exist anymore.

They're gonna try to trace it,
but I wouldn't hold your breath.

So, Paul was laundering money,
jacked it for himself.

That's got to be
what got him killed, right?

Antoinette just texted.

She got something off
his personal effects.

I'll be right back. Yep.

Hey--
what'd you find?

M.E. found this curled up in
the victim's front pants pocket.

- Ah. What is it?
- Good question.

It was too compromised by the
victim's blood to make it out.

If only there was a way
to just--

May I finish, Brendon?

Yeah. Sorry.

So I exposed it to aluminium
sulfate and steady dry heat--

et voilà.

Oh, my God.
It's a parking slip.

Advantage Auto Park,
Santa Monica.

Time-stamped for-- oh--
an hour before he was murdered.

God, I wonder if there's
a security camera

in that location,
just like--

I figured you'd ask that.

So I reached out to the lot, and...

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, that's Paul.

What is that?

Passport photos?

No plates on the van, but IT
is running facial recognition.

Oh, my God. You have gone
above and beyond.

You're just incredible.

Brendon, we're at the office.
People can see us.

No one's looking.
This time.

If you want to kiss,
be smart about it.

Mm.

See?

Now back to work. Okay.

His name's Wally Sanborn.

He's a funeral director
at a local mortuary.

That's why Paul brought him
passport photos--

he's in
the fake ID business.

I mean,
creating new identities

is a perfect side hustle
for a mortician.

They have access
to the recently deceased,

Social Security numbers,
personal information--

everything you need
to steal an identity.

Paul faked his death already.

Why would he need a new identity
six years later?

Oh, God.

These places give me the creeps.

What are you
so afraid of?

Z-Zombies.

Wally Sanborn?

You're telling me these places
don't creep you out

just a little bit?

Well, death is a natural part
of life.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

Ohh, boy.

Oh, boy. You jumped.

Hello?

FBI!
Stop what you're doing.

Why?
I'm not doing anything wrong.

You're literally burning
evidence right now, sir.

Ahh, are you kidding?

Hey! Come on!

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, ha, ha

♪ Miedo del infierno
me quita el cuerno ♪

Oh, crap!
Ooh!

♪ Miedo del infierno me quita
el cuerno ♪

Ah! Ugh!
Okay. Yeah. Okay.

♪ Miro la cara y veo♪

Oh. Hi.

Uh, by chance, did you see a man
in a dark suit run through here?

Great. Okay.

Thank you.
Sorry for your loss.

♪ La hora de mi prueba ♪

♪ Aquí ha llegado mi tiempo ♪

♪ Aquí ha llegado
mi tiempo♪

♪ Aquí ha llegado mi tiempo♪

♪ La hora de mi prueba♪

I definitely
swallowed that ash.

Wally Sanborn
is on the run.

Last seen
fleeing the mortuary.

It's primarily pulverized
bone fragments.

So completely harmless.

Never mind.
Subject in custody.

We have video of you speaking
with Paul Morrison this morning.

Uh-huh.
So, can you help us
identify his abductors?

You kidding me?

All I saw was the barrel
of that gun.

You see,
this is what I get

for breaking the number one rule
in my business.

What's that rule?

No repeat customers.

I told Paul that,
but he was insistent.

He said he'd pay triple
the going rate.

Did he say why he wanted
a new identity this time?

Hey, number one rule in my
business-- never ask questions.

Okay, well, is there anything
you can tell us

about your interaction?

You know, maybe he was scared
someone was after him?

All I know is, six years ago,
he was a nervous wreck.

Desperate
to disappear fast.

But the Paul
that I met yesterday

was like
a totally different dude.

Slick. Confident.

Said he needed to get
a new identity

and pick up something
in town.

Did he say what?

No,
and I didn't ask.

Number one rule in my business, remember?

I think
that was number two.

- What was that?
- It doesn't matter.

We are gonna need the identity
you gave Paul six years ago.

Yeah? Number one rule
in my business--

Oh, my God.

Never work for free.

I'm gonna need a lawyer
and a deal first.

Okay.
Okay.

Well... you heard that.

Some answers,
more questions.

And no closer to figuring out
who killed Paul.

Well, we just got another
piece of the puzzle.

There was a shooting at
Gentle Woods Cemetery today.

A GSW to the chest.

He was rushed
into emergency surgery.

They pulled the bullet out,
and the striations

match the ones
that killed Paul.

Okay.
Hmm.

So it was probably
the same shooter.

But what's our unsub doing
at a cemetery?

He was digging up
Paul Morrison's gravesite.

Paul told Wally that he had
to go pick up something.

Now,
someone like Paul--

cold, calculating--
he might've stashed the money

in case he ever had to go
on the run somewhere.

It's a bold move-- bury it
at your own fake gravesite.

One place no one
would ever look.

Until your killer tortures you,
gets the location out of you.

Well, the only lead we have is
Paul's alternate identity.

So we need to track down
what he's been up to
for the last six years.

Okay.
I'll get an A-USA in here

to start working on a deal
for Wally.

- Thanks, boss.
- Yeah.

That's it?
I'm free?

To leave here, yes,
but there's still some hoops

for you to jump through before
you'll be exonerated.

Why?
You proved I didn't do it.

But now it has to be brought
to a judge.

First thing you need
is an attorney.

They'll present your case
in court.

Also, they can work on restoring
custody of your son.

And exploring possible
constitutional violations

of your civil rights--Carter...

can you give us a sec?

Yeah, sure.

Overwhelming, huh?

I have no family
or friends anymore.

They all deserted me
long ago.

I don't know
what to do.

I think I might be able
to help with that.

Rather,
I know someone who can.

Come on. After you.

Hey, y'all.

- Hey, Simone.
- Hey. Nice to see you.

- I like your hair.
- Thank you.

Hey, Daddy.
Hey, baby girl.

This is Vanessa.

Hey. I'm Cutty.

C-Come, sit down.
Sit. Sit.

You don't trust me,
do you?

You probably don't trust anyone
right now.

I get it.

The system
does that to you.

Yeah,
it fills you with anger.

Sometimes,
when you're locked up,

that's the only thing
that you can control.

It becomes your friend,
your best friend.

Hey, it becomes
your only friend.

But cutting loose
that anger

that is where
you have to start.

Because everything
that you do now

will be tainted with that pain
until you just let it go.

Look, all I care about
is my son.

I want things to be
the way they were before.

I want our normal back.

Honey, normal is gone. Forever.

So don't even go
looking for it.

It's a process.

Like, when I first got out,
I was guarded, too.

He still keeps
a few secrets--

sometimes locked away
in little wooden boxes.

Mm-hmm.
Look, trust me.

It's possible to still have
a great relationship

with your son again.

Okay.
Mm-hmm.

Where do I start?

Simone and Cutty: Pie!

You--Always pie.

Always.

Pecan?

Look, y'all talk.
I'll get it.

Synthetic fiber analysis
is an important part

of any FBI Field Office
laboratory--

Okay, cut.

Can we get a little touch-up
on her forehead?

- Why? What's wrong?
- No, nothing.

And-- And the turn
at the beginning,

it just feels a
little... unmotivated.

Uh, look.

Antoinette, you're not
a laboratory technician.

Yes, I am.
No, not in my film,
you're not.

You're an avatar
for the victims.

You speak for the dead.

You're the tip of the spear,
solving unsolvable crimes.

I-It's--
That's who you are.

But that's not what this video
is about, Brendon.

And I'm becoming
quite frustrated.

Good, use that.

Just like that.
Okay, let's go.

Rolling.
And... action.

And that's why proper F.A.C.I.D.
searches for polymer class

can save both time
and effort.

Uh, cut.

What was wrong
with that?!

I don't know. It's just
not what I'm envisioning. It--

What you
were envisioning?!

This was supposed to be
a simple video for the Academy.

I-I know.
I'm just trying to help.

By not listening to me.
No, thanks.

Uh... that's a--
that's a wrap.

The fact that you're taking
my son across the country

is unbelievable.

I can't talk about this
right now. I gotta go.

Hey.
Hey.

My shift ends soon.
You hungry?

I was thinking sushi or...

Are you okay?

Fine. Yeah.
Just, uh, some drama stuff.

Yeah, let's eat.

I want to hear about
what's happening

with that safe surrender baby
from this morning.

Oh.
Poor thing was so sick.

For a few hours,
it looked dire.

I held her so long,
my arms started to cramp.

But she's a fighter.

Well, now it's my turn to ask.
Are you okay?

I never wanted to be
a mom.

I have the most ridiculous
relationship with my own,

as you know.

But this girl woke something
in me.

Sorry, we've only been
on a few dates,

and here I go mentioning
the "B" word.

Not sexy.

Also not hinting
at anything.

Relax. I-I got a son.
I get it.

Okay.

I'm going to clock out
and change.

Start thinking
of where we can eat.

Surprise me.

Hey, Fortune,
this is my work texting me.

I'm so sorry.

I gotta get back.

Oh. Okay.

And this isn't about
what I just said?

No. Come on.
No, no, no, this...

Raincheck?
Sure.

Good luck.

With work.

Oh.
No tie today?

Someone's
a bureaucratic rebel.

I must've forgot
to put one on.

Of course he has backups.

Hey, B,
how's the filming going?

Oh, so good.

There's some weird vibes
coming off the menfolk in here

this morning.
Mm-hmm.

Good, you're all here.

The A-USA finalized the deal
with Wally Sanborn,

and he gave up the fake identity
he created

for Paul Morrison
six years ago.

Nicholas Jones-- got an address
in Salt Lake City.

Insurance salesman.
Married, no kids.

Laura, Brendon, the jet-- it's
getting fueled up as we speak.

Go there.
Talk to the wife, friends,

anyone who he may have done
business with.

I'll have a search warrant
for his house

by the time you guys land.

Yeah. On it.

The groundskeeper who was shot
at Paul's gravesite--

he pulled through.

So, our best guess is whoever
shot him also killed Paul,

so I need you guys to go
to the hospital,

be there by the time this guy
wakes up, talk to him.

Let's go, "Backup Tie."

And then she just, like...

...stormed out.

So to be clear,
Antoinette asked for your help?

Well, uh, not really.
Oh, no.

I mean,
I offered, but--

Mm.
You inserted yourself.

She said she wanted something
simple, but I just--

So you just had to go
above and beyond

because you wanted
to impress her.

And you let your ego
get in the way

instead of
actually relating to her

and listening
to what she needed.

Yeah.

Oh, man.
I screwed up, didn't I?

Yep. You know it.

But now you just got to do
whatever you can

to make it right.

How?

You know, Brendon,
I am your training agent,

not your life coach.

Just figure it out.

Because you are in danger of
blowing up your relationship

before it even has a chance
to really begin.

You know, you would make
an excellent life coach.

Okay,
could you stop talking?

And keep digging through
the victim's fake identity.

Are you looking for your girl,
or avoiding her?

Why would I be
avoiding her?

You're a terrible liar.

Whatever it is,
I know it's your fault,

so be honest
and apologize.

Woman over PA: Dr. Garro,
please report to cardiology.

Hello.

Mr. Irwin, Special Agents Hope
and Clark, FBI.

We need to ask you some
questions about your assault.

But first,
how are you feeling, dear?

Am I in hell?

No. Close.
Los Angeles.

But the good thing
is you survived.

Can you tell us
what you remember?

I saw the white light.

Are you angels?

Uh, no.

But we can be,

if you tell us what you know
about who shot you.

What-- What did you remember
before the white light?

I, um...

I saw a white van.

Okay, good. The people
we're after drove a white van.

Do you remember
anything about it?

The license plate
said P-C-I.

I-I remember that 'cause
that's my father's initials.

I-I thought it was f-funny
to begin with.

Then it
wasn't funny anymore.

Um, three guys digging up a--
a grave.

One had a gun.

Pow.

White light.

So I'm really not in hell?

No, sweetie. But if you gotta
keep questioning,

you might want to get back
to church.

FBI!

Suzie Jones? FBI.
I'm Special Agent Stensen.

What's going on?

We have a warrant to search
the property.

And he framed his first wife
for his murder?

Yeah.

This can't be real.

We, uh, take it you didn't know
much about your husband's past?

I guess not.

We met four years ago,
when I was a flight attendant,

on my L.A.
to Salt Lake route.

He said he was an insurance
salesman, an only child,

and that his parents
had passed.

He didn't give me any reason
to question that.

Do you think he was trying to do
the same thing to me

he did
to his other wife?

- We don't know.
- Okay, well, we need to learn

everything about the life
he created here.

I can't believe
this is happening.

Hey, boss.

I just ran the partial plate.

There are four late-model
white Dodge vans with P-C-I

in the number in California,
and there's one locally.

It belongs to a drug dealer
named Leon MacTavish.

I just sent you the address
of a warehouse

where the car is registered.

Got it.

I'm sending a SWAT team
to meet you there, too.

So, proceed with caution.

Right here.

Go, go, go.

FBI,
show us your hands!

FBI! Go, go, go!

Suspects fleeing south
on Alhambra Avenue--

requesting backup
and an airship.

You coming?!

♪ And who gonna say what?

Simone, Simone,
there's no way

you can catch them
in this thing.

Sure about that?
Hold on.

♪ And who gonna say
what, what? ♪

♪ And who gonna say
what, what? ♪

Hold on.

No, no, no, no.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Hold on.
Hold on, Carter!

Ohhh!

Simone!

Ahhh.

I got it!
I got it!

♪ Till the job is done

♪ Please don't try this girl
'cause ay va♪

♪ Crème de la crme,
la flow the trampa ♪

I gotcha!

♪ And who gonna say what?

Hold on.

Unh!

♪ And who gonna say
what, what? ♪

♪ And who gonna say
what, what? ♪

♪ And who gonna say
what, what? ♪

♪ And who gonna say
what, what? ♪

Simone,
what are you doing?

I'm gonna cut him off.

♪ What?

♪ Who gonna say what?

Get ready.

Three, two, one!

FBI!Show us your hands!

Hands!

Show us your hands!

Leon, Leon.

Look, this is just a huge misunderstanding,

'cause I ain't done
nothing wrong.

Leon, innocent people rarely
shoot at the Feds and run.

This is America, friend.

I got the right
to defend myself.

I mean, how am I supposed
to know y'all FBI?

The big letters F-B-I
on the front

of our tactical vests
could've been a hint.

Lady, I can buy those
at the swap meet.

Okay, let's cease
with the charade.

We know Paul was laundering
your money six years ago

through Arcadia National.

We also know it was your gun
that took his life

after you tortured him
to get the location

of where that money
was stashed.

And then you used
that same gun

to shoot the groundskeeper

after you dug up the money
underneath Paul's fake grave.

Well, if you all know
so much, whatchu need me for?

To answer one question.

How did you know Paul was alive
and in L.A.?

We saw your phone records, boo.

We know the day
before Paul arrived,

you got a phone call
from a Salt Lake City number.

So, who was it
that tipped you off, Leon?

I don't know.

But you can ask my lawyer.

Hey, Matt, we're on the tarmac
about to take off. What's up?

We have Paul's killer
in custody.

He's a drug dealer that he
screwed over six years ago

by the name
of Leon MacTavish.

So we just tore up
Suzie Jones' house for nothing?

No, not exactly.

Leon knew that Paul was alive
and in town

because he received an anonymous
phone call from a burner cell

that pinged off
of a tower in--

Let me guess--
Salt Lake City?

Bingo.

Stop the plane!

- Back already?
- Uh-huh.

You find out who killed Nicky--
I mean, "Paul"?

Yes. His killers
are in custody.

You know, turns out one of them
was tipped off

by a phone call
- from Salt Lake City.
- Mm-hmm.

I don't understand.

I think you understand
a lot more than you let on.

You didn't meet Paul
in Salt Lake City, did you?

You met him in Los Angeles
when you were hubbed there--

what was it?-- seven--
seven years ago?

Seven? No.

We met four years ago.
I told you that.

No, we have the flight logs
from the FAA.

Which tells us you knew
all about his wife and kid

when you started
your affair.

- That's not true.
- Sure it is.

And I bet he told you
all about Leon,

his $7 million client,

and I bet it was your idea
to steal the money.

Fake his death.
Blame it on the wife.

That way, he could start a whole
new life here in Salt Lake.

This is absurd.

Now, tell me,
was it your idea

to bury the money
at the gravesite?

Hmm?

Yes. It was.

And that's why there was nothing
there-- because you dug it up

the minute he gave you a reason
to doubt him.

'Cause once a cheater,
always a cheater, right?

Which is smart 'cause he did
move on with a new identity

without,
you know, you.

You were right
- not to trust him.
- Mm-hmm.

He was just gonna steal
the money,

trade you in
for a new wife.

Oh, but you weren't gonna be
the woman scorned.

No, too clever for that.

So you tipped off Leon,

let him and his boys
do your dirty work for you.

Wow. Fun story.

But it's a lot easier to tell
than it is to prove.

The A-USA
isn't moving forward

with pressing charges
against Suzie.

What?
Why not?

Not enough evidence
to make a case.

Well, so she's just gonna
get away with it?

Hey, Simone,
remember, this is the FBI.

We play
the long game here.

We have no problem
taking our time

when we have a target
in sight.

And Suzie,
she just became a celebrity

at the Salt Lake City
Field Office.

So they'll be watching her
like a hawk,

especially after we freeze
all of her assets.

Sooner or later,
she's gonna need money.

Right. So, she if tries to spend
a dime of that stolen cash...

We snatch her ass up.

I can live with that.

Okay, Ivy got her law degree
from Yale.

But don't worry,
she's-- she's good people.

Just a little bit uppity, hmm?

Okay. Be nice, Cutty.

I'll get your exoneration
finalized quickly.

Pro bono, of course.

- Really?
- It's for a good cause.

Daddy, was that one of
your soldiers for justice?

You know it.

After she gets
my exoneration finalized,

Cutty's gonna help me
get custody of Sammy.

Okay, and-- and what does
Aunt Donna have to say about it?

She actually offered
to help me

transition back
into Sammy's life.

I'm going to one
of his soccer games today.

Gotta start
mothering again.

Alright.
Bit of advice--

bring orange slices
for Sammy's team.

Those always play well.

I can handle that.

This means everything
to me.

Thank you both so much.

Come here.

Aww. Daddy.

Hmm?

You're changing her life.

She deserves
a fighting chance.

Just like the one I got.

Mm.

Hey.

And I didn't... listen
to you.

Promise never
to do it again?

Promise.

Okay.

That was your one pass.

Really?

Yes.

Because I know
why you did it.

You're
an artistic person.

You've spent your entire life creating.

And you don't have
that outlet anymore.

But we can fix that.

I signed us up for
an introductory painting class.

Painting?

Perhaps we can find
an outlet together.

Yeah.

Totally.
I love that.

But can I get the supplies?
They're so expensive.

Oh, I already have
oil paints.

A gift
from my ex-boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend?

Mm.

He didn't listen to me either.

What, no fake injury?
I'm kind of disappointed.

My co-worker and I had
a bet going.

I said tennis elbow,
he had you as a neck sprain.

I almost went
with food poisoning,

but that was
a big commitment.

Also might be a tougher segue
from that

to asking
if you're free for dinner.

Thought I scared you off.
With the baby talk.

No. Hey.

I'm sorry. It wasn't you
or what you said.

I had just gotten a phone call
from my ex-wife.

She's been talking about moving
to New Orleans with my son,

but she's pulled
the trigger.

And the phone call was a
heads-up that she's serving me

the papers asking
for full custody of our son.

So,
I was a little shook.

And when you mentioned a baby,
I just--

Oh, Carter.

You could've just
said that.

I'm not the greatest
at communicating sometimes.

Reason number 23
why I'm getting a divorce.

But look at you now.

Making adjustments
and being real about it.

I don't know you well,

but that sounds like growth
to me.

Thanks.

And I'm sorry I bailed on you
last night.

Can I make it up to you?

Sure.

But I don't get off
for another two hours.

You're worth waiting for.

Bam. I'll take 20, domino.
That's game, baby.

Why can't I ever beat you?

Because I am the best.

I guess.

Wait, um...

♪ I'll keep holding on

What's this?

Oh.
Your mystery box.

Go ahead. Open it.

This is mama's stuff.

This is the scarf she used to
wear all the time.

♪ It won't be long

It doesn't have her scent anymore.

♪ There's a light
at the end of the tunnel ♪

Letters she wrote me
when I was in prison.

They were my lifeline.

Daddy... why did you keep
this hidden?

This stuff is beautiful.

I still feel guilty

about missing all those years
with you two.

Oh, Daddy...

We had less than two years with
your mother after I got home.

I guess I locked
all those memories

and my grief
in that box.

Can I read one?

♪ But will I see the end?

Mm-hmm.

"Hey, babe. I just wanted
to let you know

that your two favorite girls
are thinking of you.

We-- We miss you more
every day.

And there's already been
730 of them.

Yes, I'm counting.

Because each day I mark off
the calendar

is one day closer
to you being home."

Daddy.

"Simone wiped some of the
frosting from her birthday cake

at the bottom of the page
so you would feel like

you were a part
of the celebration.

I can't believe
our baby's 10.

The party isn't the same
without you,

but your spirit
is here with us."

"Keep your chin up

so your crown
doesn't fall.

You're still our king."

Hmm.

♪ I'll keep holding on

"P.S. I could've really used you
as backup today.

Did you know she thinks she can
cuss now that she's 10?"

"I'll let you guess
which word she chose.

Love, Your Sweet Thing."

Aww!

I did think I was grown
that day.

You thought that the moment
you came out of the womb.

Hey.
What word did you say?

She never told me.

Unh-unh!

That word is being locked
in this box,

and I'm gonna throw away
the key.

Don't even think about it.

Oh, no.

♪ I'll keep holding on

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