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Mikhail Derko is in custody.

His nephew, Timur Novikov, is dead.

There was a name.

Gallagher. Gallagher. Yeah, just like it sounds. Set a meeting with the

Belarusian consul general.

I told you before, I don't know anyone named Volchuk. How hard would it be to

get inside the consulate's computer systems? I could install a rootkit. Then

we'd be in.

You say the headaches are worse?

Just looking for a little relief.

Live out the time you have left in as much comfort as you can.

Wish I could, Doc.

Nice.

Morley, where's the 50 feet?

Yeah, go ahead.

Yeah,

good.

Don't patronize me.

Let's see you. Come on.

All right.

Hey, Warren Ranger.

About the distinguished expert.

What does that mean?

Marksmanship. It's highest ranking. But that's for others to tell people. I

wouldn't think of telling you something like that. No, no. You would never.

No. All right, show me. Hit dude in the window.

Why? What'd he do to me?

Punched your mom in the ball. Jesus.

You heard me.

What's wrong with you?

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

Done.

Mr. Harris, it sure is a pleasure having you here in person. I'm sure you'll

find everything's in order in the contract. It's pretty boilerplate

fare. When can I expect delivery?

Give the bank a couple of days to transfer funds, and I don't see why you

have delivery by Friday.

That would be beautiful.

Does your CFO need to look at anything? No.

I base my business on trust.

And I trust you'll deliver when you say.

We will see you on Friday.

I look forward to it.

I'd like to drink the best beer I've ever had, but it's like having caviar in

your hand. Do you want coffee?

Black. Two spoons of sugar.

Oslovych!

This is what you call a wolf!

I think you have the wrong man.

I am sure I do not.

The Americans are closing in on you.

They came to my office asking a lot of questions.

They even broke into our computer server.

fishing for information about you.

Still, Belarus would prefer not to antagonize our host country.

It would be in our best interest if you give up whatever plans you hold here and

return to Minsk. You'll be welcome back to your birth country with open arms.

I will consider your offer.

Do not think long.

I found you out.

I can do it again.

Okay, so as you know, we have been painstakingly drilling down on the name

Gallagher, the one that Meacham saw on the map in the basement of the dance

hall. It did take some time, but we were able to find this man, Sean Killian

Gallagher. He was friends with Timur Novikov in high school, and in 2013,

were arrested together for carjacking.

And we're just finding out about this now?

Well, he was a minor when it happened, so his records were sealed, but Bell

worked a friendly judge.

Call it in the favor.

Good job. Turns out Gallagher was arrested twice more for drug

did two short stretches and is currently out of parole.

Okay. Me too, and I will talk to his PO.

Sir, the Belarusian consulate discovered our rootkit and severed the connection.

We no longer have access to their classified files.

Also, I find it curious that they didn't close the consulate or report that

they'd been breached or infiltrated. I mean, Meacham took down three other

security detail. You would have thought that that made it to the wire.

One of the things so intense at home, the consul general, Astapov, likely

to keep things quiet so as not to draw heat from his superiors.

My dad used to call that a CYA rug sweeper.

Exactly.

Thank you. Thank you.

You really with DEA?

15 years.

You not applied there?

They said I was in line, but it's real political. Yeah.

It's not something they'll say on record.

It's all about who you know. I guess I don't know the right people.

Come in. Come in. Have a seat. Have a seat.

Good to see fellow law enforcement officers in here. Yeah, department's

together. It's the symmetry that gets you places.

I read about the LAPD and FBI not getting along, but different breed dogs

working the same pack.

Am I right?

Um, so we understand that you are Sean Gallagher's parole officer.

I'm the senior P .O. for a lot of bad hombres.

Let me check.

Yeah, Sean Gallagher.

This guy.

He's a real fried egg. What does that mean?

He's one of those, whatchamacallit, doomsdayers. The end of times are

The cell towers are turning our water to poison.

That type of thing. Right. He's all the way into it. I give him about 92 %

chance he violates before his time's up. Mark my words.

Has he been making his regular appointments?

Yeah. Secret employment?

You know, I think so, but it looks like I'm a little backed up. I haven't

updated the system.

How about an LKA? Of course.

What's the average on violators?

About 70 % get re -arrested the first year. You're kidding.

I'm not, sir. Not about that.

Here we go. House in Highland Park.

You want me to text it to you?

Oh.

No. No, that's, uh, we can not do that. Look at this.

Boom. See?

Got it.

Thank you for your time.

Sam Johnson.

In case you want to put in a word for me with your bosses at the DEA.

Yeah, I will do that.

Stan Jackson. Got it. Okay.

Come here.

Where are you?

Today, after my business meeting, General

Consul of Belarus Yosip Astapov stood before me.

I don't know what he told me. I only know that he did it. He wanted to fool

But he understood that throwing stones at a bear is the best way to get his

face. I do not accept my plans to put this country on its knees.

I want to know the whole story of it.

What it does every hour, every day.

I want to know the whole schedule of the day. Where it is, where it sleeps,

where it burns its cigarettes, right?

Got it?

Get to know it today!

All right.

What's going on?

Other than just, like, you know when you drink an icy too fast? You know? We're

good. Let's go.

You guys cops?

Yeah, LAPD.

You should go back inside.

You looking for Sean Gallagher?

Yeah. You know him?

I know he hasn't been there in months.

That place is a ghost house.

All right.

Go back inside.

He took my hot plate. You can see it in there. Not going to tell you again.

All right. This guy's a prepper, so he's probably going to be strapped.

John Gallagher, police.

Open up.

Look at that.

Jesus. Claire?

Claire? That guy's not home.

Looks like he hasn't been home for weeks.

Get out of here before a grenade goes off.

Should I grab the neighbor's hot plate?

Oh, fuck that guy.

All right, well, Sean Gallagher was definitely there. Place was like a booby

-trapped little house of horrors. That dude is out there.

Yeah, I looked under the hood on him, including the list of visitors he

during his various jail stints.

And the same name popped up in over ten different visitor logs for dates over

the course of a year.

Wade Trippett.

Record? Drunk and disorderly from like five years ago, but no felonies and no

jail time.

Not many visits. He's not just a friend.

All right, you and Fina go talk to Trippett.

Oh, thank God. I've had all the wacko ambushes I could take for a day. Tag,

you're right.

Yeah, I have his work address. It's Shoe Heaven at the Vine.

Oh, come on, a mall?

Yeah, I called earlier, and he's working right now.

Oh, great, so we get tripwires, these guys get to go shoe shopping?

Hey, let me know what size Jordans you want, bro. Yeah, you're not funny.

Twelve.

They have it.

Okay. Very good.

Come to me, Danilo.

They wanted to see me.

I've chosen a better place to attack Astapov. I want to send him a message.

Something like, if you threaten me, you'll find out what a real

threat looks like. We'll attack this parking lot, Kalepakarni. When? At the

nearest station.

I understand.

Come to Radoslav.

Hey, man.

Not a lot of getting in at work at the mall.

Here it is.

What size are these?

That's for a size six, ma 'am. Well, these are too small for a size six.

You put them in the wrong box.

They are what they are, ma 'am. Well, could you just go get me a real size

please? Can I help you? Special Agent Keontae Bell with the FBI.

Someplace we can talk?

Sure, yeah.

Of course.

Just give me a second here.

Run to the back and get this lady another pocketbook.

Yes, I visited Sean Gallagher in jail, but it's not what you think.

I was his AA sponsor.

He was struggling. He was trying to get clean, but no CIA.

Catholic Irish alcoholic?

They get all the genetic cards dealt against him.

Anyway, he called me when he was in a fix, like he should have done, but...

embarrassing that I...

I fell off the wagon that day, and I didn't see the call.

That's when Sean got aiding and abetting. He got put in a pokey for a

stretch. I felt guilty as hell, man.

I mean, I'm his life preserver, and I let him drown.

That's why I went to visit him all the time.

I tried to get him work when he got out, helped him get a house in Highland

Park, but he fell in this really bad cold kind of shit.

Like, end -of -day stuff, man.

I haven't seen him or heard from him in months.

He's on the wagon or off the wagon.

I don't know. Do you have any idea where he might be?

Yeah, he moved into a trailer park out in Needles, California.

Where's Needles? High Desert.

Wonderful. You having a drive?

I do, actually. It's on my phone.

Yeah.

Do not call him.

Do not try and warn him of coming.

Or you're going to see us again.

No.

I'm shut of it all.

Okay. Don't let your guilt tell you otherwise.

I won't.

Needles, California is appropriately named. It's the meth capital of the

with a crime rate that makes Chicago look like the Garden of Eden.

Ah, it's my people.

I counted at least 14 trailer parks, but Gallagher's address puts him here at

Vista Luna. We think in the plot abutting the Mojave, but the only way to

approach is through the rest of the park.

Groovy. Okay.

Bell with Finau. Olivares with Meacham. Move on him at sunrise.

Let's hope we catch him sleeping one off. Bring him in for questioning. Yes,

sir.

They were building then.

All right.

Time to level with me.

Meeting?

Something's up.

What are you talking about?

You're squinting your left eye more than your right. You use the stairs and it

takes you 20 minutes to climb down 12 flights.

Okay, I told you I left my phone on my desk. Don't fucking bullshit me.

I know junkie behavior when I see it. You're hiding shit. You're lying

to my face.

You're acting like a user.

Something you should know a little bit about, huh?

Okay, so I guess we're going there.

I figure we're pretty much partners by this point, so maybe it's time we put

our cards on the table.

It's been fine.

You want my cards, here are my cards.

You know where I'm from?

I'm from the suburbs of Chicago.

Grew up a little suburban chick.

Do you know what it takes for a woman to go undercover in Matamoros or Tijuana

when she spent her formative years on a lake 2 ,000 miles north?

Balls. That's right.

And that does something to your head.

I was doing eight -month UC work in Brownsville in Matamoros.

One night, two narcos held a gun to my head and said if I didn't needle up with

some black tar, I wasn't going to leave the room.

So I did.

And over three, four weeks, I shot up probably half a dozen times.

And they thought, well, there's no way this bitch is a cop.

This one a yonkey.

Just a junkie.

When I came in from the cold, I got clean.

And my sack covered for me. Kept me away from the drug testers. These fucking

guys who have never been in the field.

Never had to choose between a needle or a bullet.

It's funny to know I haven't dipped then.

Not once.

But God damn if I don't think about it.

Not every day. And the stretchers are getting longer and longer. But yeah, I

think about shooting up again. I do.

And sometimes I wonder if that feeling will ever go away.

And that's it, Misha. And that's all I got.

You're the first person I told that story to.

Well, that sucks ass.

Yeah.

Agreed.

Your turn.

I've been dealing with migraines for the first time in my life.

Migraine?

Yeah, you know, dark tunnel, pain, nausea, the works.

I just gave you complete honesty.

So I'm gonna look you in the eye, and I'm gonna ask you straight up. You're

on something.

I am not.

The adrenaline gene?

Oh, I got that for sure. But the other one?

The drugs?

I don't have it.

Okay.

You talk to a doctor about it?

I am, yeah.

Keep asking him for some stronger meds. This over -the -counter bullshit isn't

working.

He will do it unless I report it to the brass and then they'll just put me on

desk duty.

So? Just gonna have to live with these sons of bitches until the mission's

You're just eating the pain?

Yep.

I mean, look what happened to Drew.

This mission is just too important, so I'm just gonna deal with it.

I guess we're both screwed up.

I guess we are.

Second year driving to the shop, came across this 15 -year -old kid in

Chesterfield Square.

Head mass, cheekbones gone, face just unrecognizable.

Stomped. Gang war?

Initiation.

His own gang?

Yeah.

After that, I transferred to gang unit. Swore if I could bust up shit like that,

that's what I'd do.

100%. Well, either way, I'm glad you accepted this task force, man.

What we're doing?

Those are important.

I agree.

You know there's never been a black deputy director of the FBI?

Well, I'm gonna be the first.

More conspicuous than I'd prefer.

Let's just snatch and grab this motherfucker and get the hell out of

Yeah.

Looks like no one's home.

Yeah, well, last time we knocked on his door, he threw the Rambos with a board

full of nails.

Sean Gallagher!

This is Special Agent Keontae Bell with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

We're going to need you to step outside now.

All right. Y 'all want to rock, paper, scissors, see who takes that first step?

I'll do it.

No sense in all four of us getting our nuts blown off.

Or, you know what I mean. Why you?

Don't discourage him. Hey, just smile and say thank you.

Gallagher, you ambushed me. I swear to God you'll regret it.

Looks like we might have messed up.

Stay

with

him! I'll hit the highway and try to cut him off. Copy, on him.

No.

Oh,

shit.

Oh my God.

Oh

shit.

Roar!

Hold on!

That got a little salty.

You guys all right?

He's right.

You were out of your fucking mind.

Let's go, Sean.

You know, I ain't saying shit to you, Fez.

You asked for a lawyer?

No, not yet.

Look, I know my rights.

One of them's to remain silent.

So, fuck you.

And fuck you, too.

Hmm.

Yeah, do you also know about felony reckless evading? Because that's what it

looked like to me.

So he would go shoot me. Well, that's a good point. That's assault on a federal

officer. That's also a felony. I'm a sovereign citizen, so your felony, they

don't mean shit.

Turn this off.

You know, you're so far up your own ass, you don't even hear what we're trying

to tell you. We're on your side.

I'm serious.

You think we like where this state is headed?

No. It's a hellhole.

With this government, these politicians, they don't give a flip about you and me

or what makes America actually function.

That's right. You know the southern border is overrun with criminals and the

swamp isn't doing a damn thing to stop it. The people in sanctuary cities

never been within a hundred miles of Mexico, they can't be bothered to get us

the funds that we need.

This is what I've been saying.

Yeah. I don't trust me. There are a lot more of us in law enforcement than there

are of them.

We're taking matters into our own hands.

Good.

That's what this is about.

See, we would have told you all that, but then you took off running like a

maniac. We had to bring you in, man, because you ran.

I saw a bunch of feds busting down on me. I thought it was T .I. Walkie.

T .I. what?

The end of the world, so we know it.

Yeah, yeah, no.

But see, because we had some actual feds with us, we had to sell that around.

You're going to be out of here as soon as those assholes turn their heads.

So, how can we help you?

We know you got something planned.

What, Timor?

Huh?

Timor Novikov.

Who you grew up with?

The carjacking? I don't know. Yeah,

you do. The Belarusian.

Okay, look.

Keep it inside.

That's fine. That's cool with me, but I'm just trying to tell you we can be

inside help. I can be your get -out -of -jail -free card. Nobody wants to give

it to these big cities like I do.

I'm down for that.

Straight up, I don't know no Belarusian. Well, they know you.

Volchek and Timur Novikov. Mikhail Durko.

Know me.

Oh, yeah.

But here's the deal, we can't help you if you don't get us with that inside

circle, you know what I mean?

What are you guys talking about?

Circles.

Belarusians, eh?

I want to kick some feds in the throat just as much as you do, but I ain't got

clue what you're saying.

I don't know, boss.

I don't think he's lying.

He's not smart enough to pull that off.

Let me take a run at him.

Yeah, I've had it.

Oh, I see. It's like car salesman goes in the back to get the manager, and the

manager comes. Shut up.

You thought you had friends?

You have no friends.

All you have staring you in the face is a long life in a very dark place.

Felon in possession of a weapon.

Attempted murder of a federal officer.

Probation violation, and the list goes on.

You're looking at at least 10 years behind bars unless you tell me what they

want. I'm telling you, I don't know, man.

Bullshit!

That's your name.

So? You're a part of their plan.

And if you don't tell me what it is, I'm going to bury you in the desert you

just tried to run across.

What? You tried to kill four federal agents. Don't make it worse on yourself.

don't know what you're talking about. Tell me!

I don't know.

Darko Vulture!

I don't know them!

Are there two Gallaghers? Did we get the wrong one? If it's not him, we don't

have any other connections.

Is he a patsy? He's working for them and doesn't know it?

Are you sure you got the right name?

What?

In the dance hall, are you sure that Gallagher was the name that you saw?

Yeah, I know what I saw. I mean, you said yourself you didn't get a good

so it might not be.

We can't be working off a guess.

That. That's the name I saw, all right? Fucking Gallagher.

Gallagher. Right there.

Everybody, calm down.

Look, all I know is what I saw in the interview room, and we don't have the

right Gallagher.

Which means there's another Gallagher connection out there.

We just haven't found it yet.

But we will, because we dig.

And we dig, and we dig, and if we don't strike gold, we keep digging. That's

what we do. We stay on.

Okay?

Okay? Okay.

All right, let's keep digging.

We were risking our necks out there.

Drew's dead.

And here we are, just chasing our fucking tails.

About one inch closer to Volchek, and I just... I don't know, man.

Okay, how did you... How did I, a DEA agent, acquire prescription medication?

Get your head better.

You thought in the desert you were acting like you had a death wish.

And I need you.

Sir?

I still think the name Gallagher is our best clue.

Yes, sir.

We need to expand our search. Are we limiting ourselves to California? Could

Volchek be planning to hit somewhere else?

I do think transport of radioactive material would be limited.

I mean, moving it interstate would be high risk.

A Gallagher in the name of a city, a building, a town hall, a public center.

Yeah, on it.

Special Agent Bell.

Come up with your own leads before criticizing the work of others on this

Are we clear?

Yes sir.

The best way to focus on the horse is to hit it

during its soundless life.

The routine has a regular rhythm.

But in this regular rhythm, there is also death.

I watched the horse like that. He did everything as usual.

Law.

Routine.

Only he got away from one ordinary task.

I was curious where the report of where I was.

He found me at the parking lot after the meeting.

And this is not included in my schedule.

One of the ways he could find out where I was that day, was

if someone in that room threatened me.

So, I told everyone where I was and where I wanted to go. Then

I told them that we were going to the park.

Then I showed them the end.

I showed it to you at the restaurant.

And I showed it to you at the bakery.

The only place where he got away from your mischief.

The only place where he decided not to go.

That's nothing. Don't prove it.

Your phone.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no,

no, no,

no,

no, no, no, no,

no, no, no,

no.

Find, Danilo, a place where no one can find him.

Maybe the parcel is missing.

Watch out,

you beasts!

Until...

the new medication I gave you. Nothing like that. It's fine. I'll be fine. The

name Gallagher has been a bust. We need to stop chasing our tails and find a new

direction. That was a stolen Border Patrol vehicle.

Got dumped after the court shootout. Yeah. It's in the way back.

It wasn't a Border Patrol vehicle, though. I know you have ambition like

father. The Bureau could use good agents, and I've seen you have a very

future.

Winner.