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[knocking]

- [clears throat]

- Hey. Come in.

- I brought you a cortado.

Thanks for agreeing to see me.

- Yeah.

You have till the end
of this cup.

- I should have got you
a bigger cup.

Hana, first,
let me just say that...

you know,
ever since that night,

all I've wanted to do was
just explain everything.

Okay.

All right, so...
[clears throat]

Here's everything.

When I was the Marines,

I nearly broke my back.

They had us doing this
urban warfare exercise,

and I slipped on the tallest
ladder on the course

and fell almost 50 feet.

Medical prescribed me
some pills.

And before long, I--

I was abusing them.

[pensive music]

♪

- I didn't realize.

- I don't like
to talk about it.

In fact, I do my best to hide
the fact that I take the pills.

I'm an addict, Hana.

♪

- Okay.

Why wouldn't you just tell me?

- 'Cause I'm ashamed.

Now, this--this situation
that I need your help with--

- Situation?

Wha--what?

- There's this woman,
Jamie Dutton.

- [scoffs]

Ethan, I don't want
to talk to you

about some woman
that you're sleeping with.

- I'm not sleeping with her.

Ja--Jamie's my dealer.

- So? So what?

- So she's blackmailing me.

- What?

- Jamie found out that
I work for the Air Marshals,

and she's demanding
that I pay her $30,000,

or she's gonna make
an anonymous phone call

to the TSA.

If she makes that call,
I lose my job or worse.

I just--I--

I didn't know where else to go.

I--I need your help
on this thing, and...

♪

- [sighs] I--

I don't know if I can
help you with that.

You know what you need to do.

You need to get clean.

- I want to.

I mean, I really,
really want to.

But it's not--

- Listen.

Listen, I can help you.

We--we can--we can call
the VA offices.

They have in-patient
detox programs--

wean you off everything.

- Coming down off all
the stuff I've been taking,

it's no walk in the park.

- No, you have to
promise me this.

I--I need some time to think
about the Jamie thing, but...

ju--promise me this.

- Okay.

I promise.

♪

- ♪ The freshie
and the fittest ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ Like I'm making millions

♪ Whoa

♪ Ice on me is freezing

♪ Put the Hellcat

♪ It's a demon

♪ She climbing from
the floor to the ceiling ♪

[laughter]

- Tina, come on.

- Maddie, you promised me
we would have fun tonight.

- I think you've had
enough fun.

Oh, have you seen Nick?

- Uh, yeah, he's in the back.

- Hi, Pete.
- Hi. [laughs]

- Come on.

- He's in here.

- ♪ The cab ride back

♪ Ride back, ride back

- Hey, babe.

- We need to go now.

Tina is blacked out.

- I'm kind of in the middle
of something right now.

- Don't put my business
on blast.

- Dude,
they don't know you, bro.

- I do.

Oh, that's that cute guy, though.

That's Scrab--Scab--

Scrat--Scrat.

- Did Tina drink from
the punch bowl upstairs?

- Girl, really?

- Babe. Hey, babe.

Look, I gotta do this deal
right now with Scrat.

I'm so sorry,
but, I don't know,

can I have Flash
take you guys home?

- Don't worry about it.

I'll take her home.

But only if you save me
a little something for later?

- Yeah.
- Hmm?

- Ugh, gross!

Gag!

- Okay, wrap it up.

Come on.

- Bye, guys.

- Oh, watch your step.

[muffled music playing]

[tense music]

♪

[clattering]

- Maddie, is that you?

♪

[Maddie whimpering]

Hey, hooker boots.

I thought we talked about this.

Is everyone decent?
I'm coming down.

♪

Maddie?

Oh, my God. Maddie?

[Maddie whimpers]

What happened? Are you okay?

- Run, run.
- What?

- Run!

Run! Run!

No, no!

[screaming, sobbing] No!

Stop!

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- A community is shocked
and an entire campus

is on edge this morning,
as two female students

from Carter College were
discovered--

- And is there any
other information

you can give us at this time?

[indistinct chatter]

- Morning.

- Can you send me that?
- Right away.

- Sorry I'm late.

- So what's his name?

- Ethan.

I saw him yesterday.

- First time since the breakup?

- Yeah, I'll fill you in later.

- Okay.

- What have we got here?

- Two sorority sisters
from Carter College found

stabbed to death inside
their home last night.

Campus police and local PD
asked for an assist.

As you saw, news travels fast.

- It's like catnip
for the press.

Remy definitely chose
a good time for a vacation.

- The bodies are downstairs.

- This is Maddie Baker,
and this is Tina Lui.

- Both were tied up
and tortured,

possibly to get the combination
for the safe.

- This is a random robbery?

- I mean, it feels
much more targeted.

But we looked into it,

and neither girls
come from money.

- They own this house?

- No, it's owned by Maddie's
boyfriend, Nick Turpin.

He's also president
of Theta Pi Kappa.

- Both girls were at
his frat party last night

and left around midnight.

When he got home around 3:30,
that's when he found them.

- Where is Nick now?

- He's back at the frat house.

Both ladies had a high level
blood alcohol content.

But this one, Tina Lui,
her preliminary

toxicology report came back.

She had enough alprazolam
in her system

to sedate a small horse.

- Xanax.

So you think she was drugged?

- Possibly.

There's skin under
her fingernails,

probably from her attacker.

Look, we sent that to the lab
and ordered a rape kit.

- Did we find the weapon?

- No, but the killer
left behind this.

- Don't forget
to bag her hands.

- It's a sheath from
a tactical folding knife.

We're running it for touch DNA.

- What about our fugitive?

Any surveillance?

- Not exactly.

But CPD was able
to pull footage

from a neighbor's doorbell cam.

Shows a red Outlander
circling the block,

starting around midnight.

- Casing the joint, waiting
for the girls to go to sleep.

- SUV had Virginia plates,
and it was reported

as stolen late last week.

- I'll dig into the Outlander.

- I'll look into
the social media.

- Ray, you and I should talk
to the dean.

And while we're at it,
we should also

see if there's any other
assaults that fit this MO.

- Yeah.

- Looks like we're going
to the frat house.

[suspenseful music]

- This is a college campus.

We receive credible accusations
of sexual assault

almost every weekend.

- You ever had any issues
where someone was tied up

and held at knifepoint?

- Look, I'm sorry.

This whole situation has
terrified the student body.

I'm getting frantic phone calls
from parents and donors.

This morning,
Megyn Kelly called

my cell phone live on air.

- Anything in Maddie
or Tina's student record

that might indicate
who would want to hurt them?

- No, no disciplinary actions
and no complaints

filed by the girls.

- Tina had an extremely high
level of alprazolam

in her system.

- Xanax has become
very popular,

especially on fraternity row.

They like to mix it
with alcohol.

It turns them into these
preppy little zombies,

blacked out
but still able to party.

If it were up to me, I'd ban
the entire Greek system.

It's--it's a liability
nightmare.

This is my stop.

- Uh, one last thing.

We're gonna need
Tina and Maddie's files.

- Of course.

Anything we can do.

Just--just ask.
- Thank you.

- All right.

- I should have just gone home
with Maddie

instead of staying here.
- Come on, dude.

Don't--don't say that.

- What was your name again?

- Brad.

Uh, but folks call me
Biederman.

- Look, Nick, he's right, okay?

Had you come back at midnight,
you could be dead with them.

- I wish I was.

- Can you tell us
about the safe?

- It was my grandfather's.

I got it after he passed,

along with a hunting rifle
and a .45.

I got the papers on the guns,
if you guys need.

Aside from that, I don't have
much else in there,

just a couple hundred bucks
and my passport.

- Did Maddie and Tina know
what was inside?

- I mean, yeah,
Maddie had the combination.

- Look, we know
everyone drank a lot,

but Tina had drugs
in her system.

- She did?

- Yes, alprazolam,
to be specific.

- Uh, do I need
to call a lawyer?

- I don't know, Biederman.
Do you?

[suspenseful music]

- Look, we--we make this drink
called blackout brew.

It's a liquor punch with
alprazolam dissolved in it.

- Yeah, but it's only served
in one of the brother's rooms

in blue cups only,

so nobody accidentally
doses themselves.

- [chuckles]
So you're trying to tell us

that she drank this on purpose?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- I mean, college, it isn't
like how it used to be.

Kids are these
anxiety-riddled messes.

Blackout brew, it just
lets you turn your brain off

for a few hours at least.

It's--it's just a release.

- Well, that release could have
cost her her life.

- Don't put that on us.

- Oh, but you do know where
the drugs came from, right?

We'll be in touch.

♪

[phone ringing]

- Hey, How'd it go
at the frat boys' house?

- They alibied out.

- Yeah, not before lying
to us about the drugs

in Tina's system.

Privileged little jerks.

- Hey, have you heard anything
back on the rape kits?

- They both came back
negative.

There was no evidence Maddie or
Tina were sexually assaulted.

- Yeah, but there's more
to Tina's story.

Apparently, she was having
an affair with a chemistry TA.

The word around campus is
that he was stalking her.

He couldn't get over
her dumping him.

- Okay, so what's
this guy's name?

- His name is Demarcus Ware.

He's a grad student out of D.C.

And get this, he has
a restraining order

from another girl
that dumped him.

- Where is he now?

- Uh, yeah, according
to his schedule,

he's in the chemistry lab.

- Okay, we're headed to campus.

So what exactly did this guy do
to get slapped with a TRO?

- After his ex served him
his walking papers,

he wouldn't let it go.

He kept calling, showing up
to the apartment unannounced.

- Great.

Another prick
with a restraining order

like my brother-in-law.

- How is Tink, by the way?

- She's okay now.

Brett moved out,
and I don't know.

He's getting help or something.

- If a man put his hands
on any one of my sisters,

I'm putting him down.

- That's why I left my gun
in New York.

Hey, Ray.

I got Demarcus.
Southeast corner.

- All right, I'll cut him off.

[tense music]

♪

- Ray, he's headed your way!

- Hey, Demarcus!

- Demarcus.

Ray, truck incoming.

- I see it! Hey.

- Hey, Demarcus, stop!

Stop!

- I didn't have anything to do
with Tina's death, I swear.

- Where the hell were you
last night?

- At home with this new girl
I've been seeing.

You can ask her.

- You move on quick.

Where'd you meet her?

- She's in one of
the classes I teach.

- You know, sleeping with
your students never ends well.

- You think
I didn't realize that?

As soon as the news
of Tina and Maddie's death

was announced,
the internet went wild,

accusing me of having
something to do with it.

Are you gonna find whoever
was driving that pickup truck?

- I gave their plate
to local PD,

and they're looking into it.

All right, so why'd
you and Tina break up?

- I'm a scholarship kid.

I TA to afford grad school
here at Carter.

But not Tina.

She and her friends lived
the high life,

bottle service at the bars,
fancy dinners, elaborate trips.

- We checked into Tina
and Maddie's financials.

They're two broke
college girls.

- It wasn't their money.

It was Biederman and Nick.

I wasn't sure whether
it was family money

or somehow funneled
through the frat,

but they throw money around.

Biederman introduced Tina to me
in the first place.

- How'd you meet Biederman?

- He's a chemical
engineering major.

He's one of the smartest guys
I know.

- Okay.

Thank you.

Are you sure you don't need
medical attention?

- No.

- Okay.

Lay low for a couple days,
all right?

- You may want to stick
to some dating apps.

[suspenseful music]

[dance music playing]

- Hands against the wall, inmate.

Be honest, Scrat.

Do you have any drugs on you?

- I've got an ace for four.

- Where?

- Front right pocket.

♪

- Thanks.

- Pleasure doing
business with--you.

♪

[knocking on door]

- One second.

♪

Hey, Kimani.

[ominous music]

♪

- You dodging my calls, Scrat?

- No, I've been selling
your stuff.

- I want my next shipment.

You fellas owe me
a lot of weight.

- We're working on it.

- That's not good enough.

Now I need to see for myself.

- I can talk
to the guys about it.

- I'm not asking.

You see what I did
to those college girls?

You didn't get the message?

If y'all trying to screw me
out of this deal,

I will kill every one of you.

[knocking on door]

[grunting]

You crazy?

[grunting]

What's wrong with you?

♪

Where are they getting
the pills?

What, another smart idea?
What are you doing?

- The key card.

- Key card?

This?
What? What is it? What is it?

- Biederman's cooking
at the campus,

in the chem lab.

- You college boys, thought
you was supposed to be smart.

♪

- Excuse me.

Who's our victim?

- Sam Valenti, AKA Scrat.

He was stabbed multiple times.

I guess we can rule out
robbery.

- Same MO as Maddie and Tina.

Did you search him?

I wonder what got him killed.

Looks like Scrat was
slinging dope.

- Do we have any witnesses?

- Hana's got something.

Can you bag the rest, please?

- Got it.
- Thank you.

Hana, show Nina what you found
on the bar security feed.

- An unidentified Black male

followed Scrat
into the bathroom.

Five minutes later, he fled
out the back of the bar.

Now, we didn't get facial rec
because he was wearing a cap,

but we finally have a partial
image of our fugitive.

- Yeah, bouncer never ID'd him.

- Let me guess. Paid in cash?
- Exactly.

- Uh, did anybody else notice
the scratch on his face?

That could be the skin
under Tina's fingernails.

- Looks like she fought
for her life.

- We have Scrat's address.

Come on, let's go.
- Okay.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- I'm good to never step foot
in another frat house.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

- What's the verdict on Scrat?

- So it looks like
he was strictly retail,

stepping on a few ounces
and trying to turn a profit.

We found a couple jugs of
inositol powder in his bedroom.

- What's that?
- It's a dietary supplement.

You can buy it
at health food stores.

You can cut good cocaine with
it, stretch out your weight.

- Speaking of,
the DNA just came back

from underneath
Tina Lui's fingernails.

It was a match with a mid-level
drug dealer in Washington D.C.

- All right,
so we got Kimani Lyons,

born August 13, 1992.

Possession with
intent to distribute,

assault with a deadly weapon,

unlawful possession
of a firearm--

I mean, this is
quite the rap sheet.

- Yeah, well, at least
we got a face now.

- We have an address?

- I'll get D.C. PD
to send us one.

I'm also gonna put you in touch

with Sergeant Diaz
from Narcotics.

- My question is,
how do a couple of college kids

get mixed up
with a thug like this?

- Trying to be about that life.

Well, whatever they did
to Kimani,

they're in over their heads.

[whirring, clacking]

♪

- [yelps]

Kimani.

- What up, though, Biederman?

- You know, you scared
the hell out of me, man.

- What?

- What are you doing here?

- So that's how
y'all do it, huh?

Nice.

- No, what I mean is,
how did you get in here?

♪

- Yeah, pack it up, slim.

You're coming with me, champ.

Hurry up!
- Yeah, sorry.

Um...

- Hey.
- Yeah.

- So it looks like Biederman
was kidnapped around 10:15.

- All right,
so the guy with the gun

is definitely Kimani Lyons.

- Well, these labs require
access cards for entry.

According to the logs,

Kimani used
Scrat's access card.

- That's why he attacked him
at the bar last night.

He needed Scrat's key.

- What was Biederman doing
down here alone on a Saturday?

- Our labs can confirm.

But based on the color,
I'm guessing

they're knockoff Xanax.

- Well, they got a logo
front and back, alpha omega.

- The first and last letter
of the Greek alphabet.

- Not very subtle.

- Yeah, well, every good
product needs a good branding.

Depending on the scale
of the production,

this could be a lucrative gig.

- Sure, one that preys
on your classmates.

- Agent Cannon,
what the hell is going on?

- I was gonna ask you
the same damn question.

Why do you have fraternities
running pill mills

out of your school's chem labs?

- Oh, my God.

I had no idea.

I--I heard a student
was kidnapped.

- Brad Biederman.

We believe he was taken
by a dealer named Kimani Lyons.

- Yeah, we need to talk
to his parents immediately.

- Uh, I'll--I'll get you
the info.

Where is this dealer?

- We got half our team
in D.C. looking for him.

[suspenseful music]

- Kimani is an up-and-comer

trying to make a name
for himself.

He's ruthless too.

You don't carve out
territory in the district

without dropping a few
bodies along the way.

We've been trying to build
a case against him,

but recently,
he's gone to ground.

- Well, Kimani's suspected
of killing three students

at Carter College, and he
kidnapped one this morning.

So we need to start
shaking trees.

- I'll have my team
reach out to their CIs,

try and narrow down
a last-known.

- And we think these kids
are running a pill mill,

hand-pressing knockoff Xanax
to sell at scale.

Did Kimani ever
traffic in benzos?

- Sure.

They call it
a white boy speedball.

- Cocaine to keep you up,
pills to bring you back down.

[phone chimes]
- Exactly.

The warehouse party set
lives off that combo

over in the Gateway District.

They're some of Kimani's
most loyal customers.

- Wait.
Does this look familiar to you?

- Yeah, they do.

- Ray just sent it.

- Two weeks back,
some frat boy ran a stop sign,

and patrol gave chase.

Little bastard fled
but ended up wrecking his car.

He must have had 200,000 of
those pills bagged up and ready

to move in his trunk.

- These are great.
Can I take some pictures?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

- Okay, we're gonna need
to interview this kid too.

- Good luck.

Richie Rich lawyered up
almost immediately.

Heard this little punk had
his daddy's friends

call the mayor's office
for him.

- Do you know
what school he went to,

what fraternity
he was a part of?

- Yeah, it was
probably Maryland.

Kid was a Theta or something.

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, so your son has been
missing for three hours.

- Yeah, you think
we can't count?

- Let them do their job, Larry.

- No, no, this is ridiculous.

What are we even doing here?

- Look, have you received
any ransom demands?

- No.

- Not yet.

- Do you know who this guy is?

- No.

Who is he?

- His name is Kimani Lyons.

We think he's the guy that
your son was selling pills to.

- I already told you,
our son is not a drug dealer.

- Unbelievable.

- I'll be right back.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Agent Gibson.

- Uh, Will.

- Come with me
to Biederman's room.

- Yeah.

- We're sorry
about your friend.

We're gonna do everything
we can to find him.

- Appreciate that,
but me and Biederman

aren't what you'd call close.

- Why not?

- At the start
of the school year,

he and Nick nominated me to be

the National Alumni
Relations Chair as a joke.

- Or NARC, for short.

- Just because I don't go out

as much as the rest
of the guys.

- Well, I'm sure
you have your reasons.

- My mom.

She's had a rough go of it.

- Yeah, a lot of folks do, man.

- Yeah.

So you're not going
to Tuxedo Trap House tonight?

- No.

Rico Dusty's, where
they're hosting the formal,

isn't really my scene.

Was Biederman really
pressing pills?

- Yeah, it looks like it.

- I was worried
he and Nick were up to

something stupid like that.

- Where is Nick, by the way?

I didn't see him downstairs.

I thought he'd be supporting
his best friend's family.

- I'm not sure.

- Well, um, here's my card.

If anything comes up,
don't hesitate.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

- All right, so the kidnappers
haven't contacted

Biederman's parents yet,
but I'm guessing

Kimani reached out to Nick.

- Okay, we're up
on Nick's phone.

Nick spent the afternoon
traveling

to every Theta chapter nearby--

UVA, James Madison,
Morgan State--

before powering down his device
and heading back toward D.C.

- I mean, if the Thetas
are dealing drugs,

there's no way that their
president doesn't know.

- Well, we know that
Biederman presses pills.

That probably prints money, right?

Until somebody gets greedy.

- And Nick grew up in D.C.

Maybe he bought cocaine
from Kimani in the past.

- Yeah, maybe
they worked out a deal.

The Thetas trade Xanax
for Lyons's coke,

which worked out great
till a couple of weeks ago

when the Theta's
alprazolam shipment got

confiscated by the cops.

- Yeah, so now Nick is going
around collecting cash or coke

from every chapter
in their drug ring,

hoping to pay Kimani back.

- We need to find him.

He's gonna lead us
straight to Kimani.

- Well, I don't think
we can rely on the Thetas.

They don't seem to know where
Nick is, or so they say.

- My gut says we go back
to D.C.,

talk with Sergeant Diaz
and his team.

Maybe one of his CIs can get
a location on this Kimani.

♪

[keypad beeping]

- Nick.

What a pleasant surprise.

- This is what we owe, K dawg,
every last cent.

Now, let my brother go.

- Who you calling "dawg"?

♪

You thought this would be fun, right?

You get to play drug dealer
while making a few bucks.

What you fail to realize is,

this ain't a game for me, Nick.

This is my life.

I'm taking over production.

- What?

- I'ma need to borrow
brother Biederman here

and his pill press, just to get
things up and running.

- Yo, you can't do that.

- Watch me.

[tense music]

♪

- Come on, man.
- Ugh.

- Oh, my God, Nick!
- It's Kimani.

- What happened?
- They got Biederman.

- What?
- Where's your car?

Your car? Where's your car?

Okay, come on.
We gotta go, man.

♪

- I'm so sorry, Hana.

I never knew
Ethan had a drug problem.

- Neither did I.

- God, that can't be easy.

Are you helping him
find treatment?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I mean, that's why
I was late yesterday.

I was calling every VA office
in the tri-state area.

Trying to get help
from them is a joke.

One place might have
a bed available.

- And this case, you okay?

- Uh, look, it hits
a little close to home.

But yeah, I'm okay.

I can work it.

It's just--if anything,
it's lit a fire under my ass.

These people shouldn't
have this pushed on them.

It's poison.

- And how are you feeling
towards Ethan?

- Uh, well,

obviously, I care about him
a lot, but, um,

I'm weighing up my options.

- Yeah.

[phone rings]

- Hello?

- Uh, Agent Gibson,
it's Will from Theta.

You gave me your card.

- Yeah, hey. What's up?

- Things are getting
out of control over here.

- Okay, what's going on?

- Okay, so Nick was gone
all day.

And then an hour ago,
some guy in an SUV

dumped him onto our lawn.

He'd been beaten all to hell.

- Do we know by who?

- Someone named Kimani.

Nick says he's the one
who kidnapped Brad Biederman

and killed Maddie and Tina.

- Okay, where is Nick now?

- I don't know, he was--
he was super pissed.

And then I saw him talking
to all the guys,

and then he left.

Um, okay.

I just texted you
some screenshots

from the Theta's GroupMe.

Let me know when you get them.

- Okay, yeah.

What am I looking at?

- Nick just sent that
to the entire chapter.

- "All heavy hitters,
be ready to roll tonight.

BOD."

What does that mean?

- "Brotherhood or death."

It's the Theta motto.

- Do we know what
Nick's planning next?

- All I know is,
he's going after Biederman.

[pounding on door]
- Will! Come on, let's go!

- Look, I gotta go.
- Okay.

Yeah, Will?

- Yeah.

- Your mom would be proud.

- Thanks.

- One of the Thetas just broke
ranks and gave us the scoop.

Kimani beat up Nick
this morning

and then dropped him on the
front lawn of the frat house.

About an hour later,
Nick sent this.

- We think
they're trying to rescue

Brad Biederman from Kimani.

- Did they say where?

- We didn't get
a chance to ask.

- These kids are
out of their league.

Look, if they're
going after Kimani,

there's no telling
what he's gonna do.

- There's been some chatter
among our CIs.

I'm hearing Kimani
and his crew are operating

out of a club called
Rico Dusty's up in Gateway.

- Rico Dusty's?

The Thetas are having
a big party there tonight.

- It looks like
it's just a rager

masquerading as
a formal for charity.

- If the Thetas and Kimani's
crew get into a fight

inside that club--

- The collateral damage
could be fatal.

- Yeah, we got to move.

- I'll get SWAT.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Hey, where are we going?

- Would you just trust me?

[dance music playing]

All right,
everyone in position?

- Are you sure about this?

Maybe we should
just call the cops.

- If we do,
we all go down for dealing.

- Kimani and his crew
are killers.

- Why do you think
I brought this?

- Dude, what are you doing?

- What do you think
I'm doing, Pete?

He killed my girlfriend,
and he took Brad.

- This is too much.

- Dude, Brad is my brother.

What would you do
to save your brother?

Huh?

- Screw it.
- Yeah.

Yeah. Good man.

It's through here.

♪

Hey, fat boy, remember me?

Come on, let's go.

[tense music]

[tense music]

- Okay, open it.

- Don't be stupid.

- No, open it now.

[keypad beeping]

Hands up! Hands up! Sit down.

Get Biederman.

Sit down!

♪

- You're a dead man.

- Yeah, we'll see about that.

[sirens wailing]

♪

[agents shouting]

- Let's move, let's move!
Get inside and fan out!

- Everybody, FBI, down!
- Clear out!

- Get down, everybody.
- Get down.

- Let's go.

- FBI!
- FBI, get down.

Everybody get down!

Get down, get down.

- Uh, that's not good.

- What the hell's
going on, Nick?

- I don't know.
You go check it out.

- Me?
- Yes!

- Go.

[gunshots]

- Oh, jeez!

- Jeez, jeez!

Oh, my God!

- Shots fired!
- You two with me. Let's go.

- Secure the area!
Secure the door!

- Close the door!

- Oh, you ain't
so tough now, are you?

[gunshots]

- Whoa, not the money!
- Close it!

- No!
- Why not?

- Close it!

[gunshots]

- FBI!

- [grunts]

[screaming]

Drop your weapon!

[gunfire]

- Let me see your hands!

- FBI.
- Turn around right now!

- Move.
- Up against the wall.

- Clear up here.

- We're clear.

[knocking on door]

- Biederman, Nick?

You guys in there?

It's your old friend,
Agent Chase.

- Yes, thank God you're here.

We've been, uh, trying
to rescue our friend--

- Yeah, cut the crap,
all right?

We know about the deal
you made with Kimani.

Is he in there with you?

- Yeah!

- All right, look.

There's two ways
out of that room, boys.

Option one--
you put your weapons down,

hands above your head,
and you can walk out.

- What's option two?

- Well, that's
the wrong choice.

We can bust in,
but I can't make sure

you guys are gonna walk out.

- Screw this, Nick.

- No, dude, we have
to stick together.

- No, Pete's right.

This is over.

- The hell it is.

No, bro.
- Clock's ticking.

Let's go.

- We're already going
to jail for you.

I'm not dying
for your dumb ass too.

- Let's go.
- Don't shoot.

I'm coming out.

- Let me see your hands!
- Hands up. Keep 'em up.

Move.
- Sorry.

- Move, move.

Biederman, down, down!

On the ground now.
- I'm going. I'm going.

- Hands behind your back.

On the ground.

Hands behind your back, now.

- Okay, okay.

[handcuffs ratcheting]

- Hey, college boy.

- What?

- I'll see you in prison.
- Let's go.

- Glad you made a friend.
Let's go.

- We got multiples coming out.
Stand by.

- Jamie Dutton?

- Got the wrong house.

- Ethan McPherson?

I think we have
a mutual friend.

- You know
the air marshal, huh?

- I do.

And you're gonna
leave him alone.

- [scoffs] You trying
to scare me, Polly Pocket?

You know, Ethan owes me
30 large.

Either he pays up,
or I rat him out

to his rent-a-cop-ass boss
over at the TSA.

- Did you ever tell Ethan
where you lived

or any of your other customers?

I didn't think so.

I think that takes more than
a rent-a-cop air marshal.

- What the hell is this?

- This is a warning.

You so much as think of Ethan,

I'll put you in
federal lockup myself.

[suspenseful music]

He doesn't owe you anything.

And you're gonna stop
selling to him.

Understood?

♪

- You the reason
he quit buying oxy?

You know,
if he doesn't cop from me,

he's just gonna buy it
somewhere else.

♪

- Okay, and he's happy?

Okay, thank you.

Milo settled into the kennel.

- Awesome.

- Ethan, where are
your shower shoes?

You're gonna want those.

- I got 'em. I got 'em.

- Okay, in the suitcase.

- And you're sure about Jamie?

- Yeah.

For the hundredth time,
I took care of it.

- You didn't kill her, did you?

- I'm gonna kill you
if you don't hurry up.

- All right.

- We're gonna miss
this intake appointment.

- All right.

There's something I have to say
before I go in.

- Yeah, well,
we can talk in the car.

- Yeah, it's not really
a car conversation.

- We're late. Come on.
- No, please.

Just please, please, please,
just give me a second.

- They have payphones.
We can talk every night.

- I don't want the first time
I tell you "I love you"

to be on a payphone.

[soft music]

- What?

- Yeah.

- [sighs]

Um...

let's just talk
about this later, okay?

We got to go.

- Yeah.

[keys jingling]

- Um, jacket.

- Hey, what's
that saying about, um,

a thousand-mile journey
begins with a step?

- Something like that.
- Yeah, something like that.

All right.

[sighs]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]