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Six months ago, VKN purchased land
just north of Santa Barbara in Goleta.

They were just here.

All of these people have proved
their mettle again and again.

They deserve to know that
they have a ticking time bomb

standing next to them when
their lives are on the line.

Volchek intends to
set off a dirty bomb.

If he's successful, there
won't be Sundays for any of us.

Meet me at the alley.
I'll give you everything.

No.

I need a 10-33.

At the corner of…

Of…

God. What?

This is Meachum.

Where are you?

I'll be there in five.

Anything?

Excuse me, ma'am. I need some
information on Nathan Blythe.

-He's a federal officer...
-Like I told the other one,

I do not have an
update at this time.

Listen, I'm an LAPD detective...

I don't care if you're
the king of England.

You'll get an update when the
chief surgeon updates you.

Oh. That's…

-Fuck was that?
-Yeah.

Julio?

Yes?

Oh, my God.

Or I should say Dr. Beltran.

No. No, no, no. Julio's good.

I didn't know you were in LA.

Yeah. Chicago winters. Nine
years, counting my residency.

If I never see snow
again, it'll be too soon.

-I bet.
-How about you?

My mom says you're some
kind of secret agent.

Um… DEA.

-Really?
-Mmm.

Wow. Yeah, I always knew you
were gonna do something epic.

You always had
that cool factor.

No.

Hey, listen. Um, I'm
working a federal case,

and our boss, Nathan Blythe,
was brought in this morning.

The admitting nurse will
not tell us anything.

Hmm.

Blythe? Like it sounds?

Yeah. B-L-Y-T-H-E.

-All right. Give me a minute. I'll check.
-Okay.

Thank you.

Dr. Merill to pathology.

-Dr. Merill, you're needed in pathology.
-Hey. The doctors are great.

Hey.

My buddy in Homicide said the
crime scene is a few blocks south.

Uh, the alley where
Third crosses Hill.

-We should check it out.
-Yeah.

I assume you're all here
about Nathan Blythe.

-Yeah.
-Okay.

Trauma surgeon removed an impaled object.
A knife through his thoracic cage.

Early diagnosis is the sharp force
intrusion missed his lungs and kidneys.

He's in surgery now to explore

any possible organ damage
or internal bleeding.

How long?

Hour. Maybe more.

Okay. Thank you, Julio.

-Good to see you, Amber.
-You too.

Don't be a stranger.

Look, there's no point in
us standing around here.

Um, Finau, Oliveras and I will walk a
few blocks down, check out the scene.

Then we can head back
and try and figure out

why Blythe was in that
alley in the first place.

Yeah. I'll leave my
number with the attending.

All right. Let's, uh…

Let's get a couple blues. I want
every window on this thing knocked.

If we're lucky, maybe
we'll get a witness.

Flagler. Clausen.

Ah, Meachum.

-I thought you went federal on us.
-That's why I'm here.

-You too, big guy?
-I just go where they tell me, brother.

Oh, this is Oliveras. She's DEA.

I recognize him. He's
the, uh, consul general.

That's right.

Iosif Astapov.
Belarusian citizen.

Got the Russian necktie.

We haven't found the knife.

It's at Dignity. Trauma surgeon
pulled it out of our boss.

Nathan Blythe. He's a fed.

But he didn't do this. Which means
there was a third party involved.

I'm thinking that, uh, Blythe
showed up to meet up with Astapov,

but Volchek or somebody
that worked for Volchek

was already following
the diplomat.

Slices his throat,
leaves him here.

Then Blythe approaches
out of the blue.

The attacker thinks
he's got a two for one,

sticks Blythe, fucks
off for some reason,

then Blythe crawls his way back
to his car, calls in a 10-33.

That's what I think.

Yeah. I like it.

We get Forensics down here yet?

Not yet.

Okay. Uh…

If Blythe was coming
to meet Astapov,

why downtown in an alley?

Why not official business
at the consulate?

Diplomat didn't
want eyes on him.

Because if it was official
business, it's public record.

Probably had some information for Blythe
he wanted to keep on the down-low.

I'd like a look inside that car.

-This one?
-Mm-hmm.

Hey, did you guys
photograph everything?

Not yet.

Might be something in my
boss's car I wanna show you.

Come here.

Excuse me. You got gloves on?
Need to open up the trunk, please.

-Meachum, we gotta get going.
-What? Okay. Yeah.

Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What did you wanna show us?

Shit. Thought there
were weapons back here

that he was trying to get to,
but, uh, nope. It's empty. So…

But, hey, now that it's open you guys
can photograph it. So you're welcome.

-Any news on Blythe?
-Uh, negative.

Anything from the scene?

This was in Astapov's car. I think
he was gonna pass it to Blythe.

Looks like official
reports, all in Belarusian.

You took it from the scene?

-I did.
-I don't think we're worried

-about chain of evidence at this point.
-Well, pass it here.

Shepherd, you and me, let's start
combing through this translation, okay?

Yeah.

Mina.

You don't come home all
night, it makes me worry.

Yeah. Sorry. I…

I didn't even notice.
Things are going crazy here.

Hey, uh, listen.

You should take the girls and go
see your parents in Palm Springs.

-What do you mean?
-I just think it's probably best

to get out of LA for a while.

-Then you come with us.
-Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

I'll be right behind you.

Okay.

Well, the girls are
already in school.

Right.

And they have Poetry in
the Park at the Vine today.

Yeah. Okay, but listen. They're
gonna have to skip it, okay?

-Well, they were so excited...
-Amina, I'm serious.

Go pick them up from school, get on the
road to the desert, and then call me.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Okay.

Sorry. I'll just feel a lot
better when you're on your way.

-I understand.
-Thank you.

Okay. Uh,

from Astapov's file,
best I can tell,

they were tracking Volchek
through a Russian named…

Sergei Belyaev. He's
a forger in Reseda.

-You got an address?
-Yep. Sending it to you now.

Hi, there.

What? No, no. No, no. No.

-No.
-Come on.

-LAPD.
-Oh!

-Federal officers.
-Hey.

Hey! Oliveras.

Yeah. Got you.

Go.

-Nothing? Where the fuck did he go?
-What do you mean?

Hang on.

This thing's on rollers.

Oh, shit.

Shit. Here we go.

-Hey.
-Yeah.

Hey!

I got… I got you.

Hey. You okay?

I got him. Go.

-You okay?
-Fuck.

What are you doing?

Stop. Stop.

Come here.

Step down. Hands
behind your back.

Come on.

You fucking moron.

-You good?
-Be right there.

All right. Come on. Let's
get you off this roof.

I skipped breakfast this
morning, so I was a little...

Hey. Tell him the lie,
okay? I know what happened.

Come on.

I don't know how...

We already know you speak English,
Sergei. Don't waste our time.

Borys Vusovich. Barry Vuso.

Josip Horvat.

Three different identities
for the same man.

We don't care about
you. We want him.

Okay.

You gave him the new
names? The new passports?

Yes.

-How many?
-More than what you have.

I will tell you each of his identities
if you reduce the federal charges.

And spoken like you've been
anticipating this day, huh?

I would like to serve no more than two
years and do my time at FCI Butner Low.

Minimum security.

Club fed?

We can make that work.

Give it to me in
writing, and I will…

That's my favorite song.

Okay. The ones we know.

Borys Vusovich, Barry
Vuso, VKN Limited,

Josip Horvat and Yuri Volchek.

But the one that
we did not know,

Karel Novak.

If Josip Horvat is the
John Smith of Croatia,

then Karel Novak is the
same for Czech Republic.

There's probably a thousand
in Los Angeles alone.

Then, same as always,
we check 'em all.

We know he used the other names
to purchase property, businesses.

That's his MO. So we
find a Karel Novak

with a connection to
the case, go from there.

Molly, not now, okay?

And please don't call
me unless you're dying.

Well, I have something
I want to tell you.

But it needs to be in person.
So why don't I meet you...

I said not now, okay? Not now.

-What are you doing?
-I'm losing my fucking mind here.

I can't take it.

Okay.

All right.

Hey. Hey.

It's okay. It's… It's all right.

It's all right.

Okay? Just breathe.

You're good. You're good.

Just…

Look at me.

You're good.

Okay? Breathe with me.

I got you.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

Blythe is out of surgery.

Let's go.

-Excuse me. Do...
-No, no.

I can refuse further medical assistance
if that's what I want, which is my right.

-Boss.
-What?

-What's going on?
-What's going on is

-I need to get back to the task force.
-What he needs to do is rest.

He had no internal bleeding,
and luckily the impalement

missed his kidneys by
about two centimeters.

-But still, we need at least 48 hours.
-Oh, that's nonsense.

Forty-eight hours of observation
to make sure he's healing properly.

It should be a week, but
he's not going to listen.

-I'm not gonna listen to you.
-Boss, you should listen to the doctor.

I don't need to do shit.

What I need to do is get out of here
because we're in the middle of an inve...

-Boss!
-What?

You're not gonna do anyone any
good if you're incapacitated.

Fine.

I'll stay for observation,
but I'm not doing the 48.

Okay.

That's all we're asking.

Dr. Sherman to radiology.

Can you update this
chart and set her up

with a follow-up from
neurology for two weeks?

-Thanks. Hey.
-Julio. Hey.

Thank you for earlier.

Oh. Of course. Happy to help.

My aunt said that you're a
neurosurgeon or something?

-A neuro-oncologist. Yes.
-Okay.

Um…

I have a friend…

A colleague, really, who was
diagnosed with a tumor in his head.

Oh. You know what kind of tumor?

No. I don't.

But he's been getting these
headaches or full-on migraines,

dizziness, vertigo, and he's…

They're definitely
getting worse.

And he won't…

It's like he's just accepting
that it's a death sentence.

I take it you don't
know his oncologist.

-No. I don't.
-Okay.

Well, uh, tell you what.

Look, this is my card, and this
is my personal cell number.

Have your friend call me.

And I'll set up a consult.

-Really?
-Absolutely.

Look, I actually teach at UCLA.

I'm doing a clinical study
on emerging treatments

involving T cells and
oncolytic viruses, so it's…

Anyway. Absolutely.

Have him call me. I can't
promise anything, but…

Right. No. Yeah. Of course.
Um… Thank you. It means a lot.

My pleasure.

All right.

Hope I get to keep
bumping into you.

Though under better
circumstances.

Right.

All right. Thanks.

Okay, but couldn't you just
wait a couple of hours?

I mean, the girls have been
working so hard on their poems,

and they're really
looking forward to it,

and it's supposed to clear
up and get beautiful.

Look, I will have them go first, and
you can leave straight from the Vine.

You're gonna make this
hard for me, aren't you?

I just think you're
gonna be really glad

that you let them have
this moment for themselves.

Okay. Okay.

-Yes!
-Thanks.

-I will see you there.
-Okay. Thank you.

Okay, children. Pick a seat
and slide to the window, okay?

Two to a seat. No exceptions.

Augie. Augie. Hey. Hey.
Hands to yourself, okay?

Thank you.

All right. Well, I will keep breaking
down the first 30 Karel Novaks,

-if you wanna take the next grouping.
-Yeah. Absolutely.

Cool.

Hey, I did wanna
tell you something.

Um,

you know, when I first saw you were
assigned to this task force, um,

I wasn't sure what to
make of you, to be honest.

You were beyond green. I mean…

…bright, bright green.

-Wow. Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Uh, but seriously, my dad's
generation used to say

you can't investigate
cases sitting on your ass.

And I thought that
that was good advice

until I saw what you
do with a keyboard.

You know, in this day and age, you
gotta have an extra gear, right?

And, um…

Oh, to see what you do
with barely any data,

and the paths that you've
opened up in this investigation…

It's inspiring.

Like, truly, you
should be proud.

Thank you.

I'm gonna surprise you in
the field sometime too.

Oh, yeah. I bet you will.

All right. On that note, I'm gonna
go break out some more hard copies.

Uh, I'll be right back.

-Hey. Uh, listen, sorry about earlier.
-What's up?

-I didn't...
-No, don't apologize to me.

Apologize to that
bathroom in there.

It was more just the trash can.
It wasn't the whole bathroom.

I'd say it was more
the whole bathroom.

Okay. I'm trying to
apologize here, all right?

I just… I'll…

I'll get my shit together.

You're fine.

It's fine.

Listen. Actually.

I moved to LA when I
was 17, from Chicago.

-Uh-oh. Here we go.
-Shut up.

There was one kid
from my neighborhood

who set every single academic
record at Claremont Unified.

Like, every one.

Valedictorian. National
Merit scholar. You name it.

Went to Yale. Stayed for
medical school. Right?

Was like the pride of the
neighborhood kind of thing.

-Right.
-I saw him today.

At Dignity.

He is a neuro-oncologist now.

-Hmm.
-He said to come in and meet with him.

-He'd do a consult with you.
-Okay.

I don't even know if you
got a second opinion.

-What is that?
-Do you guys mind coming in here, please?

Uh, so it's like we thought.

There are hundreds of Karel
Novaks in Los Angeles.

Residences in basically
every neighborhood,

some businesses.

I thought I should expand the
search to Orange County and north,

past Thousand Oaks, but it's
just a bit overwhelming.

I thought Bell and I
could handle it, but just…

Hang on. What…

What is that one right there?

Uh, it looks like a
movie production company.

What was the name of the parking
lot company that Barry Vuso owned?

Kestrel Parking.

Kestrels are birds
indigenous to Belarus.

-That's him.
-Agree.

-What's the address on that company?
-Uh, Hollywood.

-Twenty minutes.
-Let's go.

LAPD. Federal officers.

Kestrel Entertainment
Productions?

Uh, second floor.

-Suite 205.
-Do you have keys?

-Yes.
-Let's go.

Clear.

-Clear.
-Clear.

Clear.

Come on. You the
building manager?

Yes. Lydia.

Who rented this place?

I don't know. I-I just moved to
this location four months ago.

We have other buildings
in Studio City, Culver.

Um, I-I run the casting
office next door.

Never seen one person
go in or come out.

The rent is paid
through a service.

I can check, but I'm
sure they're up to date.

We rent to production companies,
casting offices, a few podcasters.

There is nothing
freaky or illegal.

Okay. Thank you.

I'll let you know if we have
any further questions, okay?

-I'm gonna call our owners.
-Sure.

Okay. Well, I can get the
Geiger counter, but honestly,

there is no way that they
stored fissile material here.

I mean, it's too many
cameras. Too many eyeballs.

-Yeah. I agree.
-All right. So what do we think?

Hiding money. Some kind
of laundering cash dump.

All right. I'll check
and see if there's any

Kestrel Entertainment
Productions bank accounts,

but to be honest, I-I can't help
feeling this is a square peg.

Yeah.

Let's go.

He hates the world.

He creates all these identities
for this grand master plan to what?

Fucking make movies?

Doesn't that seem absurd to you?

Yeah. It does, actually.

I feel like we're on to something, but
my brain can't line up the signals.

Ah. Well, maybe, uh,
talk to your friend.

You know, the, uh,
neuro-whatever.

Pride of the neighborhood.

Maybe he can, uh,
align your signals.

Yeah. I will. After you do.

Come on. Okay, he said to
come in and talk to him.

What harm can that do?

I mean, your brain wasn't
much to begin with.

Now look at you.

Oh, my God. You're
so good at pep talks.

I know. That's why
Blythe picked me.

-Oh, that's why.
-Here's his number.

You'll do it?

Can somebody catch me up on where the
hell we're at with this investigation?

-Hey, what are you doing here, boss?
-I'll rest when I'm dead.

Let's go, people.
I want a full recap

of everything since that
son of a bitch stuck me.

-Boss, are you sure...
-I'm fine.

And if anybody says another word,
I'll ship you off to El Paso, okay?

-Come on, now. We don't...
-Meachum, I swear to God, don't test me.

If you wanna come to the conference
room, we've got a lot to catch you up on.

Good.

We can't figure out why Volchek
would have a production company.

Everything this guy has done
under these false identities

has been to blend in, right?

He has trucks that look
like a million others.

He has a farm out in
the middle of nowhere.

A house in Sherman Oaks.

Even the parking lots
was a nothing business.

There were no products sold,

no company-to-company sales,
just a way to move money.

Right. So-So why the flash
of a Hollywood company?

I mean, sure, they have
them all over the city,

but it's a business
that attracts eyeballs.

It's like, "Oh, look. They're
making a movie over there."

Yeah. I'm not seeing it.

Trucks.

What?

A month ago, there were movie
trucks parked on my street.

They parked wherever they wanted.
Didn't matter that people live there.

They put up a sign,
take up half a block.

Shepherd, see if Kestrel
Entertainment Productions

-has filed for any filming permits.
-Yeah.

Holy shit. They did.

The city gave them permission
to shoot at the Vine.

-When?
-Right now. Today.

My family's there.

Punch it.

It is active?

Active.

A significant day.

Yes.

We are men discarded
by our homeland,

stepped on by America.

And now, Los Angeles will be synonymous
with Hiroshima and Chernobyl.

And our country
will be condemned…

Shamed…

Throughout the world.

But the two of us?

Our names will be
remembered forever.

The last image I
would like to see

is destruction…

And the last sounds
I would like to hear

are the cries of the damned.

Hey. Hello.

I, uh, wanna thank
all of the parents

for coming out on
this gorgeous day

to hear what your amazing children have
been working on for the last month or so.

Fucking move.

Get the fuck out
of the way, people.

Hang on.

Oh, my God. Watch
out. Watch out.

Fuck.

Nicely done.

Clear on this side so far.

Nothing on the south side.

There. Two trucks.

Parked at the curb
near the west entrance.

-Copy.
-All right. Let's go.

Gallagher.

Fucking knew it.

Hey.

Did you see who parked
these trucks here?

-They have permits.
-That's not what I asked.

Wow. Uh, it was two guys.

-They looked normal, like movie teamsters.
-Was this guy one of them?

Yeah, that's him.

I'm going in.

Oh, fuck.

Holy…

Can you disarm it?

Any attempt might set it off.

Figure it out.

It's fucking loaded.

He just left two minutes ago.

It's all up on the screen. He's
got all the devices linked.

He's gonna trigger it remotely.

You think he's trying to
keep out of the blast radius?

Or he wants to watch people die.

Murder-suicide.

Spread out.

Find him.

Stop him before he detonates.

Hot-wiring the truck and trying to
drive it out of here isn't gonna

do a whole hell of a lot of
good in a city this populated.

No, ANFO could be wired
into the engine anyway.

Okay. Well, you stay here.

We'll communicate through throat
mics. Do not cue your radio.

I'm gonna get to the other truck
and see if it's any different.

Copy.

Hey. If you wanna get to
a perimeter, that's fine.

-I wouldn't hold it against you.
-No. No. No. It's fine.

Okay.

I called in bomb squad
and LAPD. I couldn't wait.

If we spook him, we spook
him. I'll take the risk.

There's too many people here. We
need to evacuate as many as we can.

Okay. I'm gonna check out the other
truck. See if it's redundant to this one.

Shepherd, you there?

Yeah.

-Carbon copy of number one.
-Okay.

I mean, this doesn't look
like a radio signal ignition.

At least, I can't find
a receiving antenna.

Okay. Uh, Blythe's
called the bomb squad.

-How far out?
-I am not sure.

Anything?

I got nothing.

-Hey, I don't see...
-Sunshine tickles my eyelids.

Sunshine makes shadows play.

Sunshine warms up the sky.
Sunshine starts the day.

-Sunshine tickles my eyelids…
-LAPD! Everyone out!

Everyone clear out! Clear out!

Jerry, we got two dirty bombs,
and they're the real deal.

I need everyone out of here
within a ten-mile radius.

-LAPD's here.
-Yeah. This looks like a…

like a Wi-Fi system. Like…

Like for one of those automated
home routers, you know what I mean?

-No. Tell me.
-It's a… It's a tri-band.

A transmitter, receiver, receiver. It's
like what you would buy at Home Depot

so that you could turn
your lights on remotely.

Wait. Like through an app?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

-Then we just need to jam it, right?
-Or we pull the plug on both receivers.

You said yourself that
could trigger the bomb.

Yeah. I-I know. Maybe.

We wait for bomb tech.

Well, they could take
15 minutes assessing.

Everyone out!

Everybody move!
Everybody evacuate!

Move, move, move!

Move. Move. Move!

Everybody evacuate!
Move, move, move!

Everybody evacuate!

Come here, baby. Come here.

I told you to leave town.

-The girls.
-Everyone move! Everyone move!

LAPD!

Everybody move!
There's a bomb!

LAPD! Move, move!

Everybody down!
Everybody down!