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US Customs, Department
of Homeland Security.

-Good morning.
-Morning, honey.

-Didn't wanna wake you.
-That never bothers me.

No, I know.

Hey, tell Zach... Tell him he's
gonna crush that performance today.

I will. He's excited
about the show today.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm gonna try to make it.

Another long day at work?

-Uh, I just don't know yet.
-Okay, honey.

-Yeah. Okay.
-Love you.

Love you too, honey. Bye.

Gabriel.

What's the matter? You
expecting someone different?

Actually...

I think you're the
one I'm looking for.

Shit!

Go! Go!

Move, move, move, move, move!

Watch out, watch out, watch out!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Off, off, off. Get
off, get off, get off.

Move, move, move.

Fellas.

Almost to Ops One, sir.

Copy.

We're approved.

Have you assembled the team?

All but two are incoming.

-Which two?
-Meachum and Oliveras.

-What's the hold up?
-That's just it.

We're not exactly
sure where they are.

No, what I'm saying is I was sitting
with Rafa when Perez and, um...

What's that guy's name...

What's that guy's name
with the face tattoos?

How should I know?

Whatever, doesn't matter. So
I was sitting next to Rafa,

and these two clowns walk in and
they say, "Tom Simmons is dead."

Okay.

I know. I couldn't believe it
either, but look at my face.

I swear on a stack of Bibles.

Not doubting that's
what you heard.

Not doubting the two
dumbasses said that.

Well, it kind of sounds like you're
doubting me, you know, with your tone.

I'm just saying you
was misinformed.

So you know better than
Rafa's guys, is that it?

I do, actually.

Oh. Oh, fuck!

Everybody, get down!

Everybody, down! Get down!

LAPD. Sergeant Lambert.

Open the door. Let's go.

One minute, please.

Thank you, Tony.

-A riot?
-No, it wasn't a riot.

It was a fight. They jumped
me. I defended myself.

-The warden said a riot.
-Yeah, well, the warden...

the warden's been up my
ass since I went UC. Okay?

He's a com... Let me
worry about the warden.

Listen, I got Albert Chun this
close to telling me everything.

-Doesn't matter. I'm pulling you.
-You're what?

-You're getting pulled.
-No, no.

Come on, sarge. I've been in
this shithole for nine months,

and I'm this close to getting
everything that I need.

Whatever you've got has got to
work because you're out of here.

You've been assigned to
a federal task force.

What's wrong with your head?

Nothing. N... Uh...

I mean, I took a few shots.

But, uh...

Wait. Did you say I have
to report to a task force?

Get your ass cleaned up.

Get back to LA.

Yeah, but it wasn't a riot.

I wanna make that clear.

Please.

Help.

Please.

Please.

Help.

No.

No.

DEA Special Agent
Amber Oliveras.

Cred number D-41213.

I'm at 51 South Kenmore
Street in Koreatown.

Call EMS and have
them send a bus.

There are some folks here...

...who need medical assistance.

Thank you.

What the hell, Oliveras?

Okay, thank you. Thanks.

You weren't supposed
to go in alone.

Things escalated.

What part of "Wait for tactical
backup" seemed optional to you?

The part where 50 kilos of China White
laced with fentanyl hits the streets.

Well, get your ass back
to SOD headquarters.

You've been summoned.

What does that mean?

What does that mean?

I-I understand, Nathan. But
the timing on this is...

I can't dictate the timing.

No, no. Yeah, I just...

See, I committed to coaching
my son's Little League team.

I get family first. I-I do.

But this jumped off and
it is all hands on deck.

How about you take
on assistant coach,

and I'll cut you as much
slack as possible? Fair?

I can do that.

Everyone's here, sir.

Great. Thank you.

Good morning. I'm Special
Agent in Charge Nathan Blythe.

Been with the Bureau 22 years.

This is my fifth task
force. Second to lead.

A task force is unique.

It's an honor.

And it's unlike any unit
you've been in before.

You are the best in your departments
or I would not have selected you.

You're a law enforcement all-star
team, and I expect you to act like it.

Leave the chest thumping at
the door. No lone wolves.

No spotlight heroes.

-Understood?
-Yes, sir.

To my left, Damon Drew. Office
of Intelligence and Analysis,

Department of Homeland Security.

He'll be my second...

And I'm competitive as
hell, so bring your A game.

To his left, Special
Agent Amber Oliveras.

DEA. She has 14 years on the job,
undercover in multiple operations.

-Other side of the border?
-Confidential.

Special Agent
Keyonte Bell. FBI.

Bell is well-versed in terrorist
threats, homegrown and otherwise.

Special Agent Evan
Shepherd to his left.

Also from the Bureau.

She has expertise in cyber investigation,
Internet fraud and computer intrusion.

Call me anything
but a hacker please.

Joining us from LAPD,
Detective Luke Finau.

Eighteen years in the Gang
and Narcotics division,

focused on the nexus of guns,
gangs, narcotics and crime.

-Did I say that right?
-You did.

-Didn't you get suspended?
-Which time?

When you stomped the
guy's face into the curb.

-No.
-No?

And, finally,
Detective Mark Meachum.

LAPD Robbery Homicide.

How you doing? Hi.

Just so you know, the mayor
did ask me to be commissioner

but, uh, it's too much money.

Turned her down. I'm more of
a man of the people. Right?

My second task force
with Detective Meachum,

which I'm sure I won't
regret for at least an hour.

-Oh, I'll take the under.
-Hey, hey. Come on now.

All right, Deputy Mission Manager Drew is
gonna take us through why we're all here.

I got the mic?

Good. Follow me.

Yesterday at 8:31 a.m.
Officer Robert Darden

of US Customs and Border Patrol
inside of Homeland Security

was murdered.

By a single GSW to the
heart at close range.

-Cameras?
-Nearby storefronts

plus an ATM across the street,

but none were able to get
a clear shot of the shooter

at the time of the execution.

It's kinda like he knew
he was in a blind spot.

-Witnesses?
-Suspect is dark-skinned, 5'10",

fired a handgun and that
is literally all we have.

Potential witnesses panicked.
No one got a detailed look.

You don't have to
raise your hand.

Oh, right.

I'm just wondering why does the
murder of a Homeland Security officer

merit a designated task force?

-Darden here was already red-flagged.
-For what?

$200,000 deposit popped into
his account 14 days ago.

Origin unknown.

We tried to backtrack the banking
transfer, but it's been masked.

We're gonna need
your help with that.

A bribe that large and a
customs official murdered,

something big is going on here.

And our mission is to find
out what the hell that is

no matter where
the leads take us.

Since we don't know anything,
we don't know who we can trust.

That includes law enforcement.

Wait, so this... this whole
operation's underground?

That is correct.

Nobody, not your
friends, not your family,

not your buddy back at the
department, can know anything

about what we're working on.
And that goes for everyone.

What was Darden's
purview with CBP?

Monitoring border activity
of Los Reyes Nuevos,

the New Kings cartel in Tijuana.

Plus port activity
in Long Beach.

Do you know 'em? Los Reyes?

Rose from the ashes of
Los Mata Zetas around '09.

Killed journalists,
politicians, police.

They are a whole
'nother level of nasty.

I wanna know why
Darden was murdered.

Why was he receiving payments?

From whom?

What did it have to do with
his official duties at CBP?

I'm not a sit-on-my-hands boss.

I'm gonna get outside, turn over
every stone, crawl under every rock,

knock on every door until
we have answers. Am I clear?

-Yes, sir.
-Yes, sir.

I want action plans
within the hour.

This your first task force?

Yeah.

Well, if you want to partner
up and bang out a plan...

I'm gonna pass.

-That was fast.
-It was.

Listen, uh...

-Oliveras.
-Right.

You know, usually it takes me at
least a day to offend somebody,

-and you haven't even heard...
-I know Melinda Bates.

Who you dumped two weeks
before the wedding.

Oh. Oh, yes. Okay.
That's interesting.

I also know her sister, Rachel.

Sure. Yeah.

Finau, how about a little backup
here? I think I'm getting ambushed.

Mm-mmm.

Thanks.

Appreciate that.

Okay.

You sure this is how
you wanna get started?

Okay. All right.

Well, listen, I just want
you to know something, okay?

And I'm gonna be
completely honest with you.

Mmm.

Rachel looks a lot like her
sister at 2:30 in the morning.

Shepherd, with me.

Let's go talk to Darden's widow and
see what she knows about these bribes.

I wanted to thank you
for selecting me, sir.

I read about... or I studied
Operation Amerithrax at Quantico.

-You were the lead investigator...
-Co-case agent.

Craig Captain was the SAC
on that investigation.

Right. Yeah, that's right.

Well, I was just wondering, when
you were closing in on Dr. Ivins,

-did you at all think...
-Special Agent Shepherd.

Yes, sir?

The reason you are driving
and I'm not driving

is so that I can examine
Darden's bank transactions

the 18 months leading
up to yesterday.

Okay.

Let me know when we get there.

Yes, sir.

It doesn't make any sense.

You don't have to say anything.

-You are?
-Her brother.

I-It's okay, Charles.

Can this wait? She hasn't
even had time to process.

Why don't you see if you can put some of
the food away the church brought over?

What did you mean by, "It...
it doesn't make any sense"?

There is no way Bob was
doing anything criminal.

I've been married
to him 17 years.

We have no secrets.

Sometimes in law enforcement,
we have to put on masks.

And I'm telling you
there was no mask.

Bob served ten years in the Navy,
then worked ten years at Customs.

We have health care.
We have a-a pension.

We have a house that's paid for.

We go skiing in Breckenridge
every spring break.

You tell me if that
sounds like someone who...

He was a good man.

If you're gonna sit there and
tell me anything otherwise,

I'll say straight to your face,

you don't know what the
hell you're talking about.

Okay, I'm calling it.
That's enough, guys.

Someone out there murdered my
husband like he was nothing.

I wanna know.

I wanna know why someone would
destroy a nine-year-old boy's heart,

just rip it right out of him.

You tell me that.

You wanna talk any
further with Meredith,

you do so through her
attorney. You understand?

Blythe said you've done
a few undercover runs.

-Yeah.
-How was it?

Uh...

You can get lost in it.

-That dark?
-Opposite.

You don't wanna come back.

-You ever work with Oliveras before?
-No.

She seems a little
uptight, right?

I mean, why's she
singling me out, you know?

Can't mix personal with
professional. Everybody knows that.

-How about you? Second-gen Fed?
-Uh, third, actually.

Uh, my grandfather worked the Anglin
brothers Alcatraz case in '62.

-Wow.
-Mmm, yeah.

A fellow new agent at Quantico tried
to pin the legacy-hire label on me.

Like I was gonna be ashamed.

You tell him, "Not today"?

I told him something like that.

What? You really don't
have an opinion on this?

-Mm-mmm.
-Okay, fine.

Just leave me here,
emotionally hanging.

Come on, brother. I
expected more out of you.

We're here.

How you doing?

LA Homicide, here to
interview Darden's coworkers.

I was ordered by Washington
to give you free rein.

How long did you
work with Bob Darden?

Oh, I don't know,
before the pandemic?

He took over IT at the Port
of Los Angeles after me.

Nicest man you'll ever meet.

Any changes in his behavior
the last few months?

Not that I can think of.

Same old Bob. Give you
a card on your birthday,

ask you about your family.

Good egg.

You worked Los Reyes
Nuevos with him, right?

Yeah. Everything you guys
know about that cartel,

you know because of Bob Darden.

He had sources at the border,
sources at the ports. He worked 'em.

I knew something
was up with him.

My experience?

You come to the office
all smiles and shoeshines,

you got something on the side you
don't want other people to know about.

-Like what?
-Shooter hits you at 8:30

on a Friday morning. That
sound routine to you?

We are customs officials.

We're not running around
town like Jason Bourne.

You backtracked his
incident reports.

Did you find any anomalies?

He kept detailed 202s every
time he went into the field.

He said he wanted
everything on the record

so the higher-ups would
know what he's working on.

Can we see those reports?

Yeah, I've been told to
hand over everything.

I mean, you lie down with dogs,
eventually, you get mauled.

What about you?

-What about me?
-Well, you ever lie down with dogs?

I have been working this
department for 17 years.

That's two decades of financial
sweeps, polygraph tests,

pissing in cups, supervisor
ride-alongs, you name it.

You see any red
flags in my file?

Not yet.

Well, get out your magnifying
glass, 'cause I'm immaculate.

The one I don't know
about is Jim Talbott.

He and Bob spent a
lot of time together.

-A lot.
-What do you mean? After work?

After work, during work, multiple
weekends up at Bob's cabin in Big Bear.

Skiing or fishing or something.

What do you know about the unaccounted
for funds in his, uh, personal account?

The Banco Geráneo in Guadalajara is
directly tied to the New Kings Cartel.

Fact.

You get a hit from the BBGA,
it'll raise a few eyebrows.

The thing I don't understand is
why he wouldn't have known better.

Anything else you need,
I am happy to help.

But right now, I got
double the workload

and nobody upstairs is exactly
lighting a fire under their ass

to get me a new hire.

All right.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Hmm.

How did that go?

Mixed bag.

Darden's either the
greatest guy who ever lived,

or shadier than a
pinewood forest.

Hmm. Yeah, well that's why you
wanna do a deep dive on folks

before you make snap judgments.

We definitely need to dig into
Darden's CBP colleague, Jim Talbott.

-Yeah, he was off.
-Yes, he was.

Apparently, he and Darden spent regular
weekends up at Darden's cabin in Big Bear.

-Do you guys know that?
-We got an address?

I didn't see anything
listing vacation properties.

Yeah, I'm on it.

I need detailed 302s
of your interviews.

Hey, uh, Chief Officer said that
someone in Washington is backing us.

Is there a question there?

Well, it's just you seem to have
a lot of muscle for a task force

-that just got put together.
-Hey, guys.

Okay, so I was frustrated
that we had so much coverage

of the time of the shooting, but no
angle on the shooter's face, right?

But then I saw this at 8:31.

You see that? Right there.

That's a panel truck
carrying mirrors,

which got me thinking, if I sync up
the footage from the ATM next door,

and I...

and I pause it at 8:31...

Boom.

Wow.

Run that image through every
US database to find a match.

And I mean every one, both
classified and unclassified.

We need a positive ID
on this guy yesterday.

Yes, sir.

Suspect is Cesar Murillo.

Upstairs apartment.

All right, let's go.

All right, we'll take the front.
You hit the back once we breach.

Wait, why are you
taking the front?

Because we got the big key.

You don't get to make that...

Hey. You good?

Yeah.

Cesar Murillo!

Police! We have a warrant...

Fuck.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm hit! I'm hit!

Officer down!

Go, go, go.

Stay down. Stay down.

Hey, come here! No, no, no, no.

Hey!

Put it down. Put it down!

Oh, fuck.

On your back!

Stay down.

Not Murillo?

What's your name?

What's your name?

Eat yourself, whore.

Listen idiot... what are those?

You might as well
have a label on.

I'm gonna know your name

before you get to holding.

We're looking for Cesar Murillo.

We know he's a cartel hitman.

His last known address was here.

Lawyer.

He'll never talk.

No one rats inside Los Reyes Nuevos or
you end up stuffed in a garlic barrel.

All right, let's go.

Oliveras.

Thanks for the backup in
there. That was nice work.

You should've let
us take the front.

What can I do for you, Ray?

I don't like putting
things in emails.

You made a big mistake adding
Agent Oliveras to your team.

There is a DEA informant
making credible reports

that she's an addict.

Testing?

Yeah, we've
randomly tested her,

and she has, uh, figured
out how to game the system.

-So she's clean.
-You're not listening.

Sometimes agents,
they get in too deep.

End up with a needle in their arm,
forgetting who the bad guys are.

I have no idea what
operation you're running

or what your task
force mission is,

but you have a ticking time
bomb on your team, Nathan.

Cesar Murillo's in the wind.

We collected fingerprints inside the
apartment, but could be months old.

Hey.

-Look up Meachum's last UC assignment.
-Why?

When you get a chance.

Where are we at with
Darden's finances?

Going back to 2015.

I filtered all personal expenses,
backtracked all deposits,

and the only anomaly is the six figures
from Banco Geráneo three weeks ago.

You check for any CH
flags? Any hidden files?

Of course. Clean.

What about property payments
in Big Bear or tax records?

No. No indication he or
his wife owned any property

outside of their home
in Belmont Heights.

And the 302 of your interview
with Darden's colleague?

A Maurice Spellman, yep.

You said he mentioned Banco
Geráneo in Guadalajara?

-He did.
-Well, did you mention it first or did he?

Uh, he did. Why?

Well, when I put the red flag on
Darden, I held that information back.

Spellman couldn't have known the
specific bank unless Darden told him.

Which is highly unlikely.

Shepherd, grab me Spellman's
address. Text it to me.

Oh, shit.

He's running. He's running.

We got a runner.

-Oliveras, stay on him.
-Where are you going?

Hang on.

Stop where you are!

Get up, you piece of shit.

...we had him pinned.

I know. It was stupid.

Yo, you know, you shouldn't have
plowed into the back of him.

-I shouldn't have...
-You could've pushed him into us.

You know? We already
had him pinned.

You shouldn't have driven
down a fucking hill.

-Well, Mr. Henry told me.
-Mr. Henry?

Mr. Henry, my sixth
grade science teacher,

said the shortest distance
between two points... What is it?

-Straight line.
-Hey.

Is there a problem?

-No.
-No, sir.

I want both of you in
that interview room.

-Break him.
-Got it.

-Seriously?
-Both of you.

Of course, yeah. Makes sense.

Why were you running, Maurice?

I thought... I
thought you were...

After what happened to Bob,
you could've been anyone.

Fight or flight, I flew.

If you'd identified yourself...

You know, Meachum here
knows about running.

He ran away from his fiancée

-two weeks before their wedding.
-The fuck?

Now, as a running expert,

do you think Spellman was
running 'cause he was scared,

or 'cause he was guilty?

Little something you should
know about Oliveras here,

I heard from my drug enforcement buddy,
that nobody wants to work with her.

-Like, nobody.
-Oh, is-is that what you hear?

-Yeah, that's what I hear.
-That's a bunch of shit.

-Yeah, or you're in denial, huh?
-Okay.

But you can relate,
can't you, Maurice?

-Relate?
-Yeah. Liars can spot other liars.

How'd you know about Bob
Darden's cabin in Lake Arrowhead?

-I thought... He said that's...
-Wait.

Where was it?

-His cabin in Lake Arrowhead.
-Oh, no, no, no.

You said Big Bear.

Yeah. Sure. I got...

He doesn't own a cabin.

Or any property outside
of Belmont Heights.

-I don't... I-I...
-You made it up.

How'd you know the bribes were
coming from Banco Geráneo?

How'd I...

Oh, so this is why you sent
them in there together.

They either murder each other, or
they get the suspect's head spinning.

We know you received those bribes because
we have your fingerprints on his keyboard.

We know you tried to pin it on
Darden 'cause he was onto you.

And then we tracked your sister's
bank statements in, uh, where was it?

-Indio.
-Indio.

That's right. That makes her an
accessory to a federal crime.

She's looking at 15
years in Victorville.

-What?
-You know what that time's like?

-Hmm.
-Let me tell you. That's three to a cell.

One sink, one toilet.

They get about 30 minutes a day.

Rest of the time, they're just trying to
survive. Day after day, night after night.

I hope you sister likes
her hair cut short

so it doesn't get yanked
down to the ground

while they are smashing
her chin into the cement.

Yeah, you know why? 'Cause
they love a fist full of hair

when they are beating the
shit out of new inmates.

She didn't do anything.

-You had Darden killed.
-No.

Okay, then why don't we just
put that time on your sister?

-No!
-You ended Darden, and you're ending her.

No! I didn't know they
were gonna kill him!

And he said the cartel was
looking for a window of time

when the customs and DHS
would vacate a facility

in order to make an
exchange unencumbered.

-Exchange of what?
-Drugs, I'm guessing.

Darden found out that
Spellman was in their pocket,

Los Reyes took care
of that problem.

Yeah, but Spellman said he
didn't know where it went.

Says it never got that far.

He's full of shit.

Here's a burner cell and his work
phone. Both found in his car.

Work with CART to crack him.

Let's see who his contacts are
and what he's been communicating.

Oh, sir, I can handle that.

I need you to run
an errand with me.

Um, boss.

Uh, if that's what you want,
yeah, I can work on 'em,

-but, um, I actually think...
-That's what I want.

What you did with the mirror truck
and the financial reports, solid work.

Thank you, sir.

In the field, you're gonna see
a lot of things you can't unsee,

and you'll have to deliver the worst news
to people on the worst day of their lives,

but every now and again you
get to see something like this.

I can confirm your husband was
not doing anything illegal.

In fact, he was standing
up to a dangerous cartel.

He was a hero, Meredith.

Mom?

Thank you.

Turn two!

Go, go, go, go!

Yes!

Oh, Damon. I didn't
think you'd...

-You didn't have to...
-I wanted to be here, Frank.

-Yeah.
-Uh, Mr. Drew?

-Hey, Bruno. Hey, guys.
-Uh...

We just wanted to say that we
know Noah can't be here anymore,

but he's still gonna
be with us on the team.

-It was their idea. I... I hope it isn't...
-It's... It's beautiful.

You say the headaches are worse?

Just more frequent. I
don't know about worse.

But no lack of balance,
dizziness, uh, vomiting?

-Drop your arms.
-Not yet.

Hmm.

Any of this hurt?

-No.
-Okay.

I'm not telling you anything that I
didn't already tell you nine months ago.

With this aggressive form
of glioblastoma multiforme,

the risks of surgery
or radiation are...

they outweigh the benefits.

Yeah, no, I know. I'm just, uh...
just looking for a little relief.

I will up the dosage
of your medication.

I will continue with regular MRIs to
assess the progression of the tumor.

But I don't think
we can tell...

Why don't you find
a beach somewhere,

put your feet up and take as much
relief medication as you can,

and live out the time you have
left in as much comfort as you can?

Wish I could, doc.

Something on your
mind, detective?

Yeah. I, uh...

Why do you want me for
another task force?

You surprised?

Well, I did call you a, um...

...a son of a bitch to your
face last time, so, yeah.

My father told me once you don't
define a hero by what he can do,

what his skills are, but by how
much punishment he can take.

I made you do a year with the
Aryans and their camps in the hills,

bunking with them,
cooking with them,

going to their
goddamn rallies...

...all undercover.

No contact, no help
from the outside world.

If you had failed,

if you had gotten
yourself killed,

that would've been
the end of my career.

Like that.

And when it was over...

I wanted to knock
your fucking teeth in.

You got me a name,

and Abby Arend is alive today

because of what you
endured with those Nazis.

I'll put up with anything if
you do work like that again.

You were already on
this, weren't you?

This?

You put a federal task force together
within a day of a local homicide.

You get Homeland Security access

without so much as a
stiff arm from anybody?

You were already on this?

I heard from an informant

that a foreign player was
trying to buy off DHS officers.

Twice I tried to open an
official investigation.

Twice I was rebuffed.
I don't know why.

When Darden was murdered,
I was sure it was related.

-Who rebuffed you?
-Unclear.

Well, who let you
open a task force?

I went to the
Director personally,

which is why we're underground.

I don't know who I can trust.

Including inside the Bureau.

That's why you picked me.

Isn't it?

So you picked Oliveras,
Finau, Bell, Shepherd...

Not because of this hero,
punishment, all-star bullshit.

Because we're the green files.

It's 'cause nobody in our departments
will miss us when we're gone.

Our lieutenants, our chiefs.

Yeah, we're all just a bunch of
middle fingers to them, you know,

bunch of goddamn mosquitoes
biting at their neck.

They're happy to get rid of us.

Or maybe I think the
best investigators

are the ones who keep
their teeth in the bone

no matter who or what
tries to shake them off.

You're full of shit.

Am I?

Hey!

I got into the phone.

Spellman was lying about
not arranging the window.

He's ordered all Customs and Border
Patrol clear of Pier 31 at the port.

-And when's it going down?
-One hour.

Move! Now!

-Meach, you good?
-Good!

We're taking heavy fire at Pier
31. I need all security, over.

-Cover me!
-Yep!

Where the hell is he going?

Come on.

Is it Murillo?

Yeah.

All clear!

Wait, wait, stop.

Everyone back!

-Get back!
-What is it?

I know why they wanted
this area cleared.

It's what I thought.

These were gamma tongs.

They carried an exposure to five
thousand millisieverts of radiation.

Okay, I only went to two
years of Santa Monica College,

so could you please
translate that for normals?

Enough missing fissile material
to fuel a Chernobyl-level event

right here in Los Angeles.

Whirlybirds at 50 feet?

All right.

When we're in a firefight,
you stand right next to me.

Done.

All right. Here's
what we know.

Somebody is using the cartel to
bring fissile material into the US.

We got a mission here that
can save thousands of lives.

So we dig and we dig
and we keep digging.

LAPD, open the door!

They don't play
by a rule book,

why should we?

Sometimes the lines, they're
gonna get a little blurry.

I'll ride or die with
blurred edges all day long.

If you've got another
angle? I'm game.

Truck gets through.

All hell breaks loose.

-I'm gonna need a receipt for that.
-Tell Uncle Sam.

We're working to stop a
weapon of mass destruction.

I gotta know you're 100%.

I'm 100%.

-Being under...
-Oh!

It's about improv.

-You almost shot me.
-Yeah, but I didn't.

-I thought it looked really good, man.
-Yeah, I know, right.

Maybe putting together
a team of agitators

-from their various departments...
-Get down! On the ground now!

...wasn't such a
great idea after all.

One mistake, you're dead.

Get your head
better. I need you.

-Aw.
-No.

-You care about me. That's very sweet.
-No.

A guy with unlimited wealth
has enough fissile material

to turn Los Angeles
into Hiroshima.

And we don't know where he is.