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Hey, let's just
go home, Caitlin.

There's no way we're gonna
make it onto the tour bus.

I didn't spend two hours
doing your nails

for us to go home early.

Come on!

Caitlin, Cait--
God, you always do this.

Hey! Hey!

You're Jeff, right?
Turnkot's manager?

Turnkot told me to talk to you
about getting on the bus.

Yeah, I'm sure he did.

It's true!

He DM'd me
from his fan account.

Ask him.

Turnkot!

It's Caitlin.

Remember, we were gonna hang?

You said I'd be good
for your next video.

All right.

It's your lucky night.

Oh, my God.

Wait.
Hey, are you sure about this?

Harsha, this is going to be
the best night of our lives.

Okay.

all:
Cheers!

Cheers!

You looking stressed, beautiful.

I'm fine.

Come sit next to me.

Come on.
- Okay.

Chill.

Relax.

You can never have too much
of this good stuff--

What the hell is
going on up there?

What the hell are you doing?
Get out of the way!

Oh, my God!

- Morning.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Morning.

I'm sorry I fell asleep
on the couch.

I was drowning in paperwork.

All good.
Didn't wanna wake you.

It looked like you were
sleeping and dreaming

of after-action reports.

Well, I am all caught up now.

And I am free tonight,
if you wanna celebrate.

Yeah, always.

What are we celebrating?

I have officially hit
my 20th at the bureau

and can retire
with full benefits.

It happened
in the blink of an eye.

Izzy, that's great.

Congratulations.
- Thank you.

I'm gonna decant something
ridiculous for tonight.

You know, before I met you,
my job was everything.

And you have been
nothing but patient.

Oh, please, patience has
nothing to do with it.

I know full well how dedicated
you are, how passionate.

And frankly, I find it--

- Exhausting?
- Sensual, actually.

Can I ask you something?
- Yeah.

How did you know
when it was time to retire?

I don't know. I just, uh...

I don't know.

Look, the work
never ends, right?

And so I think
at a certain point,

I just felt that my part
in the work was finished.

Hmm.

Seven dead,
including Lewis Thorton.

You most likely know him
by another name,

Turnkot.

The rapper.

My sister used
to listen to him.

Yeah, he's got fans.

They're on the sidewalk
with paparazzi,

dying to contaminate the scene.

Could have published a book
with all the lyrics this jagoff

wrote about PD, so Chief felt
that the Feds would be better,

you know,
situated to deal with it.

Appreciate that.

Who were the other vics?

Members of his entourage
and last night's lucky duo.

Lucky duo?

Manager said guy
had a tradition--

pick two lucky fans
to party with after the show.

It wasn't part of the
tradition to check IDs.

I mean, these are kids.
These girls gotta be, what?

16, according to
her learner's permit.

Same with her friend.

Tell your chief
we're happy to help.

I'll tell you what.
This looks personal.

Yeah?
Why do you say that?

Well, he still has half
a million around his neck.

Nothing else was taken.

This wasn't about money.
- Right.

So what was it about?

Turnkot was on the rise.
I really believe that.

And now his publicist is
up my ass about releasing

his final LP posthumously.

Can we bury the guy first?

I tried to tell him, when you
get to a certain level of fame,

you've gotta have
real security.

Instead, he hired his friends.

Were there any
incidents before this?

You'd get the occasional
drunk fan who didn't leave.

A couple kids tried to
siphon gas out of our tank.

Stuff like that,
but nothing like this!

Any idea who would
wanna target Turnkot?

Lady, did they not
provide you internet?

Anyone who's ever been online
knows who did this.

Good morning, everybody.

So yeah, Turnkot,
AKA Lewis Thorton,

was gunned down
late last night,

along with his entourage
and two teenage girls,

Caitlin Thomas
and Harsha Andani, fans of his

who were in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Now, the rapper's manager
seems to think

the murders were fallout
from some very public rap beef.

I'm more of a yacht rock guy
myself,

so someone might have to
help me out with that.

Well, embarrassed to admit,
but while everybody has been

obsessed with the
Drake/Kendrick Lamar feud,

I have been tracking
Turnkot's beef with Tariq Ward.

You know Tariq Ward,
Brooklyn-based rapper.

They had a very contentious
run-in on stage

at Rolling Loud,
a hip-hop festival that

turned into a full-on war,
with both men dropping

brutal diss tracks every week.

You're familiar
with diss tracks?

Now, be nice.

All right, so they
were trading insults.

Is that really
motive for murder?

Well, more than just insults.

Tariq accused Turnkot
of being a pedophile.

"High on his own supply
of high school hotties"

was the lyric,
so Turnkot threatened to put

a bullet in Tariq's ear.

At least then he'd have
an excuse to be tone deaf.

All right, well,
is there any reason to believe

these threats are
anything more than bluster?

Well, both Tariq and Turnkot
have rap sheets.

Their lyrics point to an
affiliation with rival gangs.

Tariq has a litany
of weapons charges,

and he served 18 months
for aggravated assault

a few years back.

Yeah, Jubal,
you're gonna want to see this.

Okay.

Guessing the charts
ain't enough, huh?

After that verse, you gon'
need a hearse for real.

Brooklyn ain't
your bitch, bitch.

Go back to Cleveland.

Climb back
in your ditch, snitch.

You little rat.

I heard you like 'em
young, son.

Ain't no time for that.

I throw on the track,
squash you like a gnat.

Time to get my gun
and make you flashback.

Okay, when did he post this?

Uh, during Turnkot's
Brooklyn show,

two hours before
the bus attack.

We should talk to him.
Let's bring him in.

It costs a whole lot.
You see that?

You see that green?
All that, baby.

All right, Agent Rhodes,
you ready to go viral?

Here we go.

FBI.

Tariq Ward--Tariq.

FBI. Special Agent Zidan.
This is Rhodes and Scola.

We have some questions to ask
you, if you'd come with us.

Ah, here we go.

It's the Feds, y'all.
The Federales!

Turnkot gets popped,
now we here.

Better watch yourself, suit.
I ain't going nowhere.

You wanna set an example
for the kids, Mr. Ward?

Cooperate.

Ask me nicely, baby girl.
I just might.

As long as you promise to
bust out those handcuffs.

No, you're not gonna
talk to her like that.

Ain't nobody talking
to you, white boy.

Get the hell off my set.
- Hey, hey.

You can't put hands--
- Back up. Back up.

Back up. Back up.
- Relax, everybody.

- Get off of me!
- Back up. Back up.

You can't put
your hands on us.

See how that works? Come on.

Now you gotta come with me.
Let's go.

You come for me,
you gonna bleed!

Make no mistake.

Turnkot dropped tracks!

Tariq Ward drops bodies!

I warned him not to come
to Brooklyn, didn't I?

Didn't I?

Okay, buddy, let's go.

Hey, my bad, heavy.

Had to do my thing
for the cameras.

You know, everything
content these days.

But you get it.

You say "content."
I heard a confession.

Now, listen,
I didn't ice Turnkot.

We know that
you guys have been fighting

on stage, social media,
making threats of violence.

From where I'm sitting,
it looks like

you finally snapped
and made good on those threats.

Hold up, me and my boys
were in AC last night--

Borgata Casino, craps table.

They got video.
- We'll verify that.

And we need the names
of your boys too.

Of course.

Look, this whole feud
was just publicity, okay?

Streamers only cut us on
at 0.003 cents per stream,

and that goes to my label.
Then I get a cut.

Multiply that by 2 mil,
and I'm still broke.

I wanted to quit.

Then I found the cheat code.

There's a linear-ass
correlation

between engagement
with our diss tracks

and the streaming charts.
Put me on Rap Caviar.

Now, why would I want him dead?

This beef's the best thing
to ever happen to me.

Okay.

If not you, then who else
would come for Turnkot?

I mean, let's be real.
Nobody liked Turnkot.

He was full of himself, rude,

his thing for young girls.

And don't get me started
on that crook, Jeff Mills.

His tour manager?

Mills used to be my guy--

till I caught him
skimming cash,

charging me for expenses
I never used on tour.

When I saw that same fully
optioned electric tour bus

on "TMZ," I knew what was up--

Jeff Mills running
the same old tired-ass scams.

He say
the tour bus is electric?

Yeah. Why?

Mills mentioned
the gas tanks earlier.

An EV wouldn't have those.

Well, let's go see if ERT
is still processing the scene.

All right, thank you.

ERT confirmed
the bus is fully electric.

Okay, well, that would have
freed up space

for them to build this thing.
Look at this.

Hold on.

Okay.

This is a pretty serious
custom trap job.

What do you think
was in there?

I don't know.

But whatever it was,
apparently it was worth

killing seven people for.

- Scola.
- Yeah.

I've got another one
over here.

That's about $2 million
worth of cocaine right there.

This wasn't about
some rap beef.

No.

Something tells me
this was just the opening shot.

You lied
to a federal agent, Jeff.

That's felony number one.

Given that you were
trying to skip town

when we picked you up,
I figured we're not

the only ones you're ducking.

So who are you
running drugs for?

Well, that depends on

what kind of plea deal
you can offer.

You were using your bus
to distribute drugs

all across the country, using
your client's tours as cover.

Felony number two.

That's 20 years, minimum.

Maybe 30, with all
the innocent lives lost

as a result of your scheme,

two of which
were teenage girls.

If we find out that
you provided underage girls

for your client, that's
human trafficking of minors.

10 to life, if they convict.

I was not a part of that.

I told him to cut it out
with the girls,

but, uh, I worked
for the guy, you know?

He didn't listen.

I'm heartbroken
those kids got killed.

Maybe...

I could get another client
to do a benefit concert.

Yeah, I don't think
a benefit concert

is gonna cut it, okay?

So who are you moving
these drugs for?

Oh, I'd rather
be quiet than dead.

My suppliers are not
forgiving people.

If I talk,

these guys will disembowel me.

Two girls are dead
for no reason.

You can make that right.

I'll need protection.

A lot of it.

Yeah, you'll get protection.

Now, give us some names.

Yeah, all right, folks,
so Jeff Mills just admitted

to using Turnkot's tour
to run drugs

for a gang called the Solanos.

Gang Unit, you wanna
bring us up to speed on them?

The Solanos are
known narco traffickers

with relatively new footholds
up and down the east coast.

Locally, they've cornered
the market on pink cocaine.

Okay, this is the--the drug
that the One Direction singer

was on when he died, right?
- Correct.

It doesn't actually
have cocaine in it.

Usually, it's a mixture of
ketamine, MDMA, and opioids,

making it four times as potent.

We've been trying
to figure out how

they moved their product
for months.

Okay, so one mystery solved.

But the Solanos wouldn't
hit their own stash.

So who might have
wanted to rob them?

It's a long list.

Every gang in the tristate area

has lost territory
to the Solanos.

Right.

All right, well,
let's work smarter, not harder.

Has any pink cocaine hit
the street since last night?

Short answer is yes.

One of my street level CIs
said he saw a crew of guys

at a club in Midtown
last night,

selling and seemingly
celebrating with pink cocaine.

All right, let's get
a location on those guys.

Perimeter is in place.
Let's move.

Place is empty.

You good?

All good.

It's definitely the crew

that ripped off
the Solanos' shipment.

Yeah.

But who are they?

All right, folks!
What have we got?

Give me something good.

Ballistics confirmed
a match this morning.

Shooters were the
same traffickers

that attacked the tour bus.

Good news, they won't
be hurting anyone else.

Two of them were local hoods,
guns for hire.

Bad news is that
the third was a capo

for the Grippo Crime Family.

Uh, oh, okay.

But last I heard,
the Grippos had gone quiet.

Yeah, or that's how
they wanted it to look.

They wound down operations,
trafficking guns, women,

various substances,
especially after they lost

their patriarch, Jack Grippo.

He is number three on the
Most Wanted watch list

with a hefty
million-dollar reward.

UFAP still has an outstanding
warrant for his arrest.

But in 2009, he fled to Cuba,
a non-extradition country,

and has been
untouchable ever since.

You keeping tabs on old Jack?

Well, it's one
of those names.

I can't help myself.
- Right.

So Jack is in hiding.

What, someone's been
making moves in his name?

Rumor has it that would
be Sonny Grippo, Jack's son.

Right.

Organized Crime
suspects he's been

secretly rebuilding the org.

He's been questioned
in connection

to several major crimes,
but there hasn't been

enough evidence to arrest him.

Do we have
a location on Sonny?

Yeah--cell phone's pinging
from his residence in Chelsea.

All right, we don't have
enough to arrest him, not yet,

but we can make him sweat.

Bring him in.
- Yeah.

And Jubal, when he gets here,
let me know.

I wanna run point on this one.

Yeah, yeah.

You recognize this man?

Isn't ID'ing victims
supposed to be your job?

I wouldn't refer to him
as a victim, Mr. Grippo.

He and his two associates
killed seven people

in the past 24 hours.

Take a closer look.

Oh, yeah.

I think maybe he used
to work for my pops.

It's interesting.

Your father's been gone
16 years,

but his boys remain active.

If you say so.

This man who did work for
your father didn't just hit

a multi-million dollar
cocaine jackpot

without someone's say so.

And you're the most senior
member of the Grippo family

here in New York.

It's you.

You've been running
your father's operation.

Not another word, Sonny,
or I swear to God,

I'll slap your fillings out.

I'm Billie Abbott,
Sonny Grippo's attorney.

It was his decision to
come in without an attorney.

He changed his mind.

Well, we're gonna
need to hear that from him.

Careful.

When my sister gets going,
nothing on God's green Earth

will shut her up.

So just save yourself some
grief and let her do her thing.

No handcuffs means
you haven't booked him

'cause you've got
nothing to charge him with.

And you're not going on some
fishing expedition in the hopes

that my brother incriminates
himself on a lesser charge,

so leave him the hell alone.

People are dead, including
two 16-year-old girls

who got on a tour bus
and never made it home

because your family
started a gang war.

I understand you're
just doing your jobs,

and I genuinely hope you
find the person responsible.

Good luck.

But I am taking my client home.

Are you married, counselor?

No.

Then your last name,
you changed it

to put some distance
between you

and your father's reputation, right?

I live my whole life
in fear of becoming

part of his collateral damage.

People I love are dead
because of him.

I was at the crime scene
where they found your mother.

You were very young.

I'm so sorry.

So you know

it's not just my father's
name that was poisoned.

Can you really
look at both of us

and tell us you have no idea
how violence

has continued
in your father's name,

16 years after
he left the country?

Listen to yourself.

Do you really think that
Jack Grippo would ever

willingly give up his throne?

Billie Abbott claims that
her father, Jack Grippo,

is still running the family's
operations from Cuba.

Well, Interpol doesn't have
much on his activities in Cuba.

Moves often, pays in U.S. cash,
which is untraceable.

Yeah, well, there has to be
a digital trail somewhere.

AUSA fast-tracked an electronic
search warrant for Sonny, so.

Uh, yeah, I'm combing
Sonny's internet history.

It turns out he's got
a burner email account,

nothing in the inbox or outbox,
but a few draft emails.

So what, he has anxiety
about hitting send?

Not exactly.

It isn't only
Sonny's IP address

that logs into the account.

There are two.

The other one is in Cuba.

He's foldering.

It's a covert
communication tactic.

Two users on one email account

send messages to each other
in drafts without ever sending.

It's old school.
- Yeah, okay.

Okay, so this is how
Jack Grippo signaled his son

to hit the Solano
drug shipment,

which caused the murders
of seven folks,

including two innocent girls.

That's gotta be enough
to arrest Sonny, right?

When was their
last correspondence?

Last night after the murders.

Timestamp on the last login
matches the sign-in from Cuba,

so it had to have been
written by Jack.

"I'll deliver the flowers to
the wedding tomorrow myself."

Does that sound like
Jack Grippo's

returning to U.S. soil?

He knows that
he'd be risking capture.

If he's coming back,
it's for something big.

Right.
So who's getting married?

How about two rival gangs?

The city's drug trade
is roughly divided

into these territories.

If OC's intel is correct,
the Grippos have been

quietly taking back
their old neighborhoods.

They're in blue, Solanos green.

If the Grippos took over
the Solanos...

It would effectively double
the Grippos' territory.

Right, okay, so last night
was a warning shot.

Jack Grippo is coming
over here to negotiate

a Solano surrender, an arranged
marriage at best, right?

Well, Grippo has
taken over gangs before.

If they don't submit,
he will punish them

and their neighbors.

Innocent people are gonna die
unless we stop them.

I agree.

So do we start by
arresting Sonny Grippo?

No.

I have another idea.

Hey.

So Scola confirmed the tracker
is in place on Sonny's vehicle.

He should lead us
right to his father.

You chased Jack before, right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I was part of the
joint task force that tried

to take Grippo down in '09.

We had him pinned
to a safe house in Queens.

He shot his way out,
killing two agents,

including one of my instructors
from Quantico.

Right.

I don't know if Jack Grippo
is bold enough

to come back in town,
but I hope he is.

And then he can watch
with his own eyes

while I tear down his entire
organization for good.

Jubal, Sonny Grippo just
pulled into Teterboro.

It's gotta be where
his dad's landing.

The place is packed
with private jets.

That tracks.

We're covering the FBO gate,
but we're gonna need

state troopers at all the rest.

Okay, coordinating now.

All right, OA.
You got the ball?

I got eyes
on Sonny's vehicle.

I've got Sonny and two guys
going into hangar 81.

Can you get an angle
inside the door?

Hold on.

All right,
it looks like a plane

might have already landed.

I can see a jet in there,
but I can't see a tail number.

Okay, Moran just sent over
a confirmation for a flight

that pulled into hangar 81.

Originated in...

Cuba.

I'm going in.

Be careful.

I got eyes on Jack Grippo.

We'll intercept him
at the FBO gate.

Don't spook him.

Who the hell are you?

OA? Hello?

Come on.

Jack Grippo's getting
into a black Mercedes.

I repeat, Jack Grippo is
getting into a black--

- There he is. I see him.
- Get in.

FBI!

Get out of the car!

Out of the car
with your hands up now!

Come on.

Who the hell are you?

- What?
- Who is that?

It's not Grippo.

Jubal, we don't have Grippo.

He used a decoy.

Hey, so we just questioned

Grippo's decoy
with an interpreter--

Cuban national,
only speaks Spanish--

says he does not know Grippo.

He was paid handsomely
in cash by a local guy

to take a flight to New Jersey.

And we searched the airport.

Sonny ditched his phone,
and he's in the wind.

So they led us to Teterboro,
knowing we'd be looking south,

while Grippo made his real
entrance from the north.

Yeah, and Marshal Service
Fugitive Task Force

just confirmed it,
sent us video footage

of Grippo crossing the border
into the U.S. ten minutes

after Sonny arrived
at Teterboro.

So we have nothing.

Grippo didn't
make it to number three

on the Most Wanted list
without being slippery.

You know that.

Yeah, I just really--

I really thought that we were
gonna get him this time.

You know, today, I hit my 20.

I thought maybe...

What are you talking about?

That you'd be--you'd be out?

Our friends from the FAA.

You know that decoy flight
that Grippo used?

We know who chartered it.

I can assure you,
I had nothing to do

with booking any flight
for my father.

Your name was on the charter,

including the Swiss wire
transfer that paid for it.

Check again.

You'll find I've never
accessed that account.

I've never even heard of it.

I'm sure my father
borrowed my identity.

It wouldn't be the first time.

People are nothing
but pawns to him.

Including your brother?

He was at the airport
when the jet landed.

He met with
your father's decoy.

This does not
look good for him.

Are you charging my client
with something?

Your brother is
a person of interest

in a litany of violent crimes

associated with
the Grippo family.

This does not end well for him.

My father is
the real problem.

I want Jack Grippo behind bars
as much as you do.

Then please tell me
where he is.

End this.

I would have a condition.

I want full immunity
for my brother.

Well, I had a feeling
that you would say that,

so I got ahead
of the paperwork.

Sonny will have full immunity
if you can deliver your father.

Good.

All right, Billie,
so your job

is pretty straightforward here, okay?

Once your brother
gets to your office,

you're trying
to get him to talk

about where your dad's
holed up.

And the FBI will use that
intel to nail Jack Grippo.

You seem pretty resolute.

It feels fated.

Sonny'd never turn on our dad.

He worships the guy--always
sided with him over me.

And still,
I can't abandon my brother.

I guess loyalty
is the family curse.

All right, looks good.

Ready?

Yeah.

All right, Billie,
just remember,

keep him talking,
lean forward, draw him in.

You'll be fine.

If Sonny finds out
I'm wearing a wire,

I don't know what he'll do.
- Okay.

We've got an agent
monitoring the situation

one floor above you,
and we are close by.

MTA spotted Sonny hopping off
the train a few minutes ago.

He should be here any second.

Where's your phone?

It's right here.

You've gotta be careful.
Dad's here.

Things are heating up,
and these Feds,

they're trying to follow me.

I know. The FBI called me.

Look, Sonny, I'm can't be
your lawyer anymore.

You need to find somebody who
can handle this kind of mess.

I'm out.

The Feds saw you at Teterboro.

They know you're
in deep with Dad.

They're trying to
bring you both down.

Let them try!
Dad's not worried.

They are closer
than you think, Sonny!

How close?

Well, they're not exactly
sharing intel with me,

but I think they know
where Dad is.

Okay, okay, I hear you,

but if that's the case,
I gotta go warn him.

Billie, do not let him leave
without getting that location.

Sonny, Sonny, be smart.

What if you're with Dad
when the Feds come in?

You cannot afford to
incriminate yourself more.

Please, I don't wanna lose you.

Okay, she's working him.

He'll bite.

Family is where most people
let their guard down.

- That new?
- Huh?

Ah, I just see your necklace.

I--I haven't seen you without
Mom's pearls since she--

It doesn't go
with this dress, all right?

Look, I'll warn Dad.

They're not after me.

You can lay low.

All right.

Just tell me where
to find Dad tonight.

He's meeting up with
the Solanos at Tom's place.

Tom's place?

Got it.

I'll take care of it.

It seems like she knows.

Billie,
you've got the location.

Wrap it up.

You go home,
wait for my call.

After I talk to Dad,
I'll give you a call.

Why do you keep playing
with that necklace?

Let me see it.
- No, it's nothing.

- Just let me see it.
- Don't be an idiot.

OA, are you hearing this?

- Yeah.
- It's just a necklace.

An idiot?
Don't call me an idiot.

- Hey!
- Let me see this.

Get off me, Sonny!

No, Sonny!
- What is this?

Is this a bug?
- No, no.

- Is this a bug?
- No, of course not.

- You'd do that to me and Dad?
- No, no, of course not.

Please! Please! I've only ever
tried to protect you.

- He made her.
- No!

Sonny, no!

I'm going in.

Drop it!

Put it down!

This is Agent Zidan.

I need medical
to the third floor.

Sit, sit, sit. Are you hit?
What the hell happened in here?

He--he pulled his gun on me.

I didn't--I didn't--
I didn't have a choice.

I didn't have a choice.

I didn't have a choice!

EMT confirmed Sonny's
carotid artery was hit.

There's nothing else
we could have done.

I'm not sure how
she recovers from this.

So this was self-defense,

open and shut, okay?

He's my brother,

my own flesh and blood.

And he tried to kill me.

Yeah, Billie,
this doesn't all

have to be for nothing, okay?

You can tell me
where your father is.

What's Tom's place?

It's a nickname

for a bar that my dad owns

through a front

on Roosevelt Ave.

Thank you.

And I'm sorry.

And I want you to know
that your father

is never gonna hurt anybody
ever again.

SWAT's on hand.

We have a staging area
across the street.

But, Isobel, the bar's
looking pretty crowded.

If Grippo is meeting
with Marcus Solano in there,

and we go in hot, things could
get bloody quickly.

And if we don't, he could
slip through our fingers again.

Yeah.

Move in and take no chances.

Possible ID--blue ball cap.

It's not him.

False hit.
I repeat, false hit.

Come on, Scola!
Give us something.

What the hell was that?

Little trick
I learned in Cuba.

Drop your comms.

Good boy.

Jubal,
what's going on inside?

We're blind out here.
- Keep holding.

Ian, where are we?

What's going on
with Scola's comms?

They malfunction or what?

RF jam--it only
flicked on for a second,

but now his comms are offline.
- Okay.

But we've got eyes
on the exits, right?

Yes, he's still in there.

This doesn't feel right.

We're going in.

Move! Move! Move!
- Move. Go.

FBI! Nobody move.

Everybody stay
right where you are.

No sign of Scola.

Jubal, Scola's not here.

What?
We have eyes on every exit.

Ian, I need a floor plan
of this building.

There must be another exit we
don't know about or a tunnel.

Yeah, working on it.

Where the hell is Sonny?

Find my son.

Tell him to move the meet
with Solanos.

Meet me out back
behind the place.

All right.

You're too pretty for a cop.

It's the damn Feds
in the end, huh?

That's what happens
when two teenagers die

off of a call that you make.

War has casualties.

Now, move the rack for me.

Move it.
- This?

Move it!

Open the door.

Good boy. Now, sit.

This is not the move
you wanna make.

I ain't proud
to say I agree,

but I'm running
out of moves here.

Free piece of advice, kid.

Always leave yourself
a way out.

He's not in the office.

He's not in the kitchen.

We don't have eyes
on Scola, Jubal.

Ian, you got it?

Uh, yeah, the bar did
a remodel 20 years ago.

I pulled schematics from the
city's building department.

Now, they don't show it
on these new plans,

but the bar used
to have a basement.

That old stairwell
was on the west wall.

Get down the west side.

We're not seeing it.

Building permits don't lie.

Wait, hold up.

I've got drag marks
on the floor from a door.

Okay.

Could you guys get up for us, please?

Let's move.

Kidnapping an FBI agent

is not gonna get you
what you want.

We're going out that door.

Unless you're stupid,
you'll be just fine.

You know why you
can't find your son?

He didn't make it.

What are you saying?
What did you do?

I was up on surveillance.

He went after Billie,

and she defended herself.

He wouldn't.

You did this.
You put him in a corner.

Your boy folded.

How do you think we knew that
you were meeting the Solanos

here at Tom's place?

Tom's place? Huh?

Maybe you're not so smart.

Either way,

he gave you up.

But this isn't Tom's place.

Tom's place
is the bowling alley,

as my cunning bitch daughter
well knows.

Drop the gun, Jack!

Isobel, we got him.

And we're gonna need a coroner.

You keep playing
with that necklace.

Let me--let me just see it.
- No.

It's--don't be an idiot.
It's just a necklace.

An idiot? I'm not an idiot!
Let me see it.

No, get off me!

Is this thing bugged?

No, I've only ever
tried to protect you!

No!

No, Sonny, no!

Hey, you got a minute?

Yeah.

So there was this thing that
Grippo said to me in the cellar

that just keeps going
through my head,

that we had
the wrong location, right?

That Tom's place wasn't a bar
but a bowling alley.

So I dug in with the Gang Unit.

Apparently, there is
a bowling alley up in the Bronx

that Grippo's guys hang out at.

ERT just sent us the pole cam
footage from their location.

Take a look.

Billie Abbott
took the meeting.

She made the deal
with the Solanos.

She was planning
on killing her own brother.

And she used us to clear
the board, to seize power,

and form
a Grippo-Solano alliance,

something her own father
couldn't do.

And she did it without
leaving any fingerprints.

Oh, my gosh.

Thank you.

Of course.

Well, it's a big day for you.

Yeah.

Um...

Did I say something wrong?

No. Gosh, no.

Not at all.

Um, just today,
we caught a man

I thought we'd never get
close enough to touch.

And you know, for a second,
I thought maybe it was a sign,

catching him the day
I hit my 20.

Feels like a sign to me.

But--

- Yeah, the but.
- But.

Somebody else took his place,

someone new to chase.

You--you were right.

The work never ends.

Look, I'm sorry it wasn't
more of a clear-cut W

for you, Izzy.

But again,

you decide when your part
in the work is finished.

Yeah.

Well, I'm not finished.

Not yet.

Well, then...

Thank you.

So what are we drinking to?

To the chase.

Yeah.