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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!