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A murder of a 42-year-old
wife and mother took place

on Singaporean-owned
property this weekend.

The man who committed that murder
is also threatening my life

and the life of the president
of the United States.

That guy pays me 500 dollars to
rent that place for him in my name.

-What guy?
-I've never been to Sugarloaf.

They were using an encrypted
chat to communicate.

He wanted us to reach out.

Why?

'Cause he wants us to read that.

You ever thought about
moving up the ladder?

Lieutenant? Captain?

Oh, me? Are you joking?

You know me to make jokes?

No, I mean... No,
not really, no.

Your main problem...

-I have many main problems, sir.
-...is you sell yourself short.

You make jokes because
you're insecure.

I didn't realize we were doing
a whole FBI psych profile.

When what you really
are is a natural leader.

Don't have disdain for ambition.

No, I mean, I don't know if
disdain is the right word.

-Might use a...
-Ronnie.

That's the end of
that conversation.

Hi, Nancy.

Yeah.

Yes, press conference
is at 11:00.

Though, they'll probably want ten to
15 minutes of picture-taking before.

Yeah, I should be there on time.

Traffic out of Sacramento
was nonexistent.

Okay. Yeah, just
straight down the five.

Oh, we still need to lock in
the location for the fundraiser.

Okay. Yeah. Thanks, Nancy.

Bye.

We are running language analysis now on
where some of these key phrases come from.

Are they biblical? Are they
on news programs, talk radio?

Did they come from
websites, literature?

If we can pinpoint how he
arrives at his wording,

what sources may be
feeding his mania,

then we may be able to open
new avenues of investigation.

That's book purchases, where
stations broadcast, what time...

When would he have
heard those words.

Similarly, do these hieroglyphs
show up in any other popular works?

Did he come up with these intersecting
triangles on his own or did he have help?

That's some good work.

-Detective Finau.
-Sir.

Where are we with the
canvassing in Sugarloaf?

I'm exchanging with
local PD daily.

They're talking to restaurant
owners, grocery chains,

anyone near Hammerhead Cabins.

-Any progress?
-Slow going.

Did they give 'em the dates
when T.K. rented the cabins?

Yes, sir. Confirmed.

Okay, good. Stay on it.

Sir, CHP officers in Kern
County are on the phone for you.

The governor's press secretary was
killed at a gas station 20 minutes ago.

The CO?

Sir, back there.

How are you doing?

Detective Mark Meachum, LAPD.

This is Oliveras with the DEA.
Special Agent Bell with the FBI.

-And, uh, Detective Finau.
-Sergeant.

Also LAPD.

Damn. That's a lot of
acronyms thrown at us.

Yes, it is. We're a federal task force
working a case that might be related.

Lucky us.

Val Sparks. Detective
from Bakersfield.

Along with Smitty here.

Tooks and Gambol
are CHP officers.

What do we know so far?

Uh, victim turned from the
pump after filling her tank.

Took a high caliber
bullet to the forehead.

Shot from where?

Not exactly sure where.

None of the witnesses heard the shot, so
shooter may have been using a suppressor.

But angle of entry and exit suggest
somewhere out towards the hillside.

We're still trying to locate the
exact site of the shooter's nest.

Looking for shell casings,
footprints, tire prints, hair, fiber.

But, you know, big area.

Eyewitnesses?

Collecting statements.
Others fled.

Any idea on ballistics?

We haven't recovered the round.
Likely broke apart after exit.

We'll put a rush on
the coroner postmortem.

Do you think this might be
some kind of DC sniper thing?

What makes you say that?

Uh, just that I read
about task forces,

and I know that means a
real FUBAR type of scenario.

Uh, Tooks, right?

That's right.

All right, Tooks. Well, uh, we can't
disclose details of the case right now,

but if and when we do decide to
bring other departments up to speed,

we'll make sure CHP is involved.

I appreciate that.

Detective Sparks, can we
help with witness statements?

Absolutely. This way.

I'm Special Agent Nathan
Blythe with the FBI.

This is Ryan Fitzgerald,
with Secret Service.

-Is there anyone here I can speak to...
-Hi.

I'm, uh... I'm one of
the managing partners.

Kara Gonzalez.

We're just devastated.

I can imagine. I'm very
sorry for your loss.

I mean, who would
wanna hurt Hope?

Well, that's what we're
here to investigate, ma'am.

We're just...
We're all in shock.

Can you tell us what
she was working on?

Um, yeah, she was helping
to nail down the logistics

for President Hanover's fundraiser
in a few weeks with Governor Shelby.

We assist Hope now and then
on a purely volunteer basis

ever since the governor
started ramping up his...

Was this gonna be at a private
residence or a public venue?

A private residence,

but she was keeping that
schedule, so I don't really...

-Oh, God.
-If you have access

to any files you think
might have some...

Yeah. Um, we have a branch out of
Sacramento that Hope works out of

just to be closer
to the governor,

and I'm sure that they would
have any of that information.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Reilly,
I'm so, so sorry.

I can't. Why would...

Reilly, these are FBI agents.

How the hell did this happen?

Why weren't you protecting her?

-You and Hope are...
-Married.

-How can...
-It's okay, Reilly. You're gonna be okay.

Ma'am, we're very
sorry for your loss.

W-Was this a hate crime?

Make it make sense.

We will be investigating it
with every resource available.

Let's get you some water,
okay? Find you a chair.

Find who did this.

Come on.

This is the clerk that was manning the
cash register at the time of the shooting.

Hey, what's your name?

Troy.

-Troy what?
-Ballard.

Okay. Why don't you tell us
what you saw, Troy Ballard?

Yo, man. Can I, like, ask
a question though for real?

Can I go talk to those news cameras
over there when you guys are done?

-Why?
-Just, like, that would be sick.

Why would you want whoever
did that to know who you are?

I didn't think about that.

All right. Let's start
over. Tell us what you saw.

Oh, uh, yeah. Sure, man.

So, uh, you know,
keeping it straight up.

I didn't hear nothing, you know?

No gunshot, just, uh,
some screaming started.

I heard that, and then, uh, I
saw some of them people running,

like high-key bolting
away from there.

And then, uh, someone came in and
screamed "Active shooter," like that.

I used to do these, uh,
shooter drills at Kern High,

so I just got down behind
the register and stayed down.

I was not getting up.

You didn't see where the shot
came from or who was hit?

-I saw nothing.
-What about those cameras?

We have video of everything?

Y-Yeah. Yeah, we
got a security room,

but, uh, Mr. Dockman
keeps the keys, so...

So you just stayed down?

For, like, 20 minutes for
real, until the cops showed up.

It wasn't 20.

Yo, it was.

More like ten.

Nah. Twenty. It was.

Hey.

Oh, that's him.
Mr. Dockman. He's the owner.

Mr. Dockman. Mr. Dockman.

-Yes.
-Do you have keys to the security room?

Sure, yes. Follow me.

Great.

So, the bullet
comes in from here.

Head snaps back at this angle,

so shooter had to be in the
hills east of the freeway.

That's what we believe, yes.

Yeah, it's definitely
a sniper shot.

Can you run it forward? I
wanna see our response time.

It was 20 minutes.

It wasn't 20 minutes.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, hang on.

Okay.

Sixteen minutes, 12.

-Not 20.
-Wait. Bell, go back a few minutes.

Yeah.

What do you got?

I saw something.

-There.
-Yeah.

Who is that?

Holy shit.

Did he take something
from her car?

We're gonna need to
confiscate this video.

We've used every bit of enhancement
software that the bureau has,

plus a few from open source AI, and this
is as clear as the video's gonna get.

Great. Can't tell if the beard
is fake, if he wears glasses...

Can't even tell what
color his hair is.

Well, these cameras are ancient.

I mean, this one had a bug die in front
of the lens who knows how long ago.

Looks like Todd knew where the
cameras were. You see that?

Never turns his face flush.

You think he scouted
out the kill site?

That would mean that he knew
her schedule. Her habits...

Yeah. Not just flying by
the seat of his pants.

-Where's Blythe and Fitz?
-They were summoned to Sacramento.

Governor Shelby.

Nathan, what the hell happened?

The investigation is on...

My press secretary Hope Miller
gets shot down in cold blood.

This is just days after I learn
there's a threat against my life.

It is my belief the two
are related, yes, governor.

So what? There's a psychopath
out there just shooting people?

Well, we don't know how to
characterize the shooter,

but I can assure you we're pursuing
every investigative avenue.

I will say I think the threat
is active and dangerous.

Mister governor, I advise
you to increase your security

and stay out of public places
until we can neutralize the threat.

President of the United States
is coming here for a fundraiser.

It is my recommendation
that you cancel the event.

Nathan.

This visit is a
launching pad for me.

The president may outright endorse me
as his successor to the nomination.

I understand.

You catch this
asshole before then.

I'm in the middle
of an investigation.

You're always in the
middle of an investigation.

-Molly, I'm serious. Where have you been?
-Oh, my God. All right.

I-I got your messages, but
I was down in Cabo and...

I think the time
change just kind of...

There is a one-hour
time difference.

Well, I didn't, uh, know that.

-Okay, then I can't do this right now.
-Okay. No, wait.

I'm not... I'm not... I'm
not trying to do anything.

I... I actually do
appreciate the concern.

I think I need a reset.

Seriously.

I know that you don't consider
me a, uh, self-aware person,

but I can admit that I've
been going a little hard.

Even for me.

And so I am going
to just chill out

and get my feet
back underneath me.

You are?

I am.

So I'll tell you what,
just come over tonight,

or whenever you can, and, um,

I will be there, alone,
watching bad television.

There's no more going
out. For a while.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay. Yeah.

I will come over as
soon as I catch a break.

Okay. I will... ...be there.

You better be.

I will.

Hey, boss. Uh, we think that Todd
took something from Hope Miller's car.

What did it look like?

Well, it was too blurry to tell,

but he had his head inside the passenger
door for a good 20, 25 seconds.

Tell me we've processed that car for
everything and took an inventory of it.

CHP has it in their possession.

Great. Fitz and I are about to interview
the Sacramento branch of her PR firm.

We'll see what she normally had with her
and we'll compare it to the inventory.

Okay.

Do you know what Hope had in her
car when she left for Los Angeles?

Uh, she would have
had her, um...

her laptop, tablet, her phone.

You know, her work things.

Anything specific
you can think of?

No, just papers and
pens. That type of thing.

But she carried a
big, um, satchel.

Leather. It was like
her mobile office.

Would she have had Governor
Shelby's full schedule?

Yes, of course.

Lydia, Governor Shelby's assistant,
puts out a Google doc every other week

and if anything changes, it
gets updated automatically.

And would she have
had that on her phone?

She'd have access to
it from any device.

Excuse me.

Heather.

Yeah, connect me with the Kern
County detectives working this case.

Yes, thank you.

Bell, line two. State
trooper from Kern County.

Special Agent Bell.

Agent Bell, this is
Randall Tooks from CHP.

I remember, yeah.

I was hoping you could
come out to my home

so I can share some information.

Can you email it?

Well, I'd rather
do this in person.

Uh... Okay, yeah.
What's the address?

1912 Seminole Way, 93307.

-All right, be there in an hour. Thanks.
-See you then.

Oh, boss.

Uh, CHP officer from this morning
wants to talk to me privately.

-Okay.
-Probably be back this evening.

-Copy.
-All right.

We have a list of probables that
might have been in Hope Miller's car,

but we haven't received the
inventory report from CHP.

How was the governor?

-Anxious.
-Hmm.

Okay.

Boss, you got a second?

I, uh... thinking about what
you said this morning, um...

I was thinking a lot about
it actually and, uh...

I want you to know
I... I appreciate it.

I think, uh...

I think sometimes I have a tendency
to get in my own way with things.

I don't... I don't
know why, but...

If you're getting serious
about it, let me put in a word

for you at LAPD. I know
a few of the higher-ups.

Yeah. Yeah, that would...
I would appreciate that.

Hey, boss.

Um, I think that, um...

I think that Todd
might be on the job.

Law enforcement?

Yeah.

Or getting help from
someone in law enforcement.

Come on in.

Okay, Officer Tooks, how about,
uh, telling me why I'm here?

Have a seat.

You want water?

No, thank you.

He knew how long it would
take police to respond

at the gas station after the murder.
He had it down to the second.

He shoots from the hillside,

takes nine-and-a-half minutes
to make his way to the scene

and then directs people
away from the body

so he can take
something from the car.

He even put on latex gloves so
he wouldn't leave any prints.

And don't forget, Todd
knew that we would try

and reach out through T.K.
regarding the rental cabin.

It's like he had a plan and was
just waiting for us to contact him.

-Yeah, he responded immediately.
-Exactly.

And think about cabin six.

He cleans it of all DNA

and then leaves the body
right there for us to find.

If he heard Patricia Perez phone
the secret service tip line

and then killed her,

he knew he had enough
time to scrub the place.

He could have even hid the body, but
he didn't. He left it right there.

Everything that he is doing
is to trigger a response,

which means he knows how law enforcement
are gonna act before we do it.

Bell's with a state
trooper right now.

Local detectives sent over the
contents of Hope Miller's car.

Laptop, cell phone, tablet. All
left untouched in the back seat.

Come on, Bell. Pick up.

Okay, look.

I didn't wanna do this at the
CHP station 'cause my buddies...

well, the other officers,

they're always ribbing me
about how I'm kissing tail

to superiors in other
departments, which is not true.

Okay.

I'm really just trying to
be the best cop I can be.

Plus, if I'm wrong about
what I wanna talk about...

...well, I just don't wanna embarrass
myself in front of more people,

and you looked like you
were more receptive.

I know I can't just show up
at task force headquarters

half-cocked and barely prepared,
so appreciate you coming out.

What do you have?

A theory.

-Go on.
-Okay.

See, remember when we were all
crowded into the video room

and you fast-forwarded the footage
to check our response time?

-Yeah, I remember.
-Okay, well, see, I think I saw something.

Now, I no longer have the footage
available, but I'm sure you do.

Can you show it to me?

Okay. Okay, go to the end there.

See? There.

-Yeah, he's taking something from her car.
-No. No, I don't think so.

See, that's why I called you.

Is it that he took something out or is
it that he put something into the car?

Back it up again.

I've always been
good with details.

See? There. He's taking
something out of his pocket.

And look, when he backs out...

there's nothing in his hand.

-Damn.
-Right?

And you got this from one
viewing in the security room?

Well, there were a lot
of people in that room.

Didn't want to say anything.

Nice work, Officer.

I'll take this to my team.

You think I'm right?

I think you might just be.

Damn. Good. Uh, hey.
Listen, I, um...

Sorry to make you come all
the way out here. I, uh...

I just wanted to help.

Glad you did.

Thank you.

Hey, look at the video again.

Officer Tooks here
thinks that Todd put

something into the car instead
of taking something out.

Nothing out of the ordinary
on the inventory list.

Maybe he hid it. It's not like we
ordered the car to be ripped apart.

Why would he put
something there?

Fuck if I know.

All right, I'll call
my buddy at impound.

See if we can get her car
moved from Kern County.

Probably won't be till
the morning though.

-All right. See you then.
-All right.

That was nice work on that
law enforcement angle.

-I'm not sure.
-No, I think there's something there.

That was a good deduction.

We, uh... We should grab
a beer at the CoCoa Room.

Pick at your theory, see
what shakes. You know?

What is the CoCoa Room?

I don't know.

I read about it online.

Uh... I'm beat.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's a terrible idea.
Don't know what I was thinking.

-See you tomorrow.
-All right.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Molly?

Molly?

Are you here?

-Molly.
-Oh, my God.

-You scared the shit outta me.
-Sorry. What were you listening to?

Uh, Slothrust.

Do I even wanna
know what that is?

Oh, you do actually. Come.

Uh, okay, I do.

You know what I wanna do?

What?

I wanna go to the roof of the
Standard Hotel and just get royally...

-Are you out of your mind?
-...f...

-I'm kidding.
-Okay. Okay, yeah.

-No, fuck off.
-You should see your face.

No.

This is what I wanna do.

I wanna stay in all
night and listen to music

and talk to you until the sun
comes up like we used to in DC.

Well, I don't know about the sun coming
up, but I'm in for the rest of it.

Thank you.

For always looking out.

Yeah.

Don't make me work
so hard. Yeah?

Yeah... Deal.

-Here. Mm-hmm.
-Oh, God.

Brace for impact.

Okay. You'll like it.

Okay.

-Yo.
-Ooh!

Look at you stepping up.

Only the best for you, bro.

The great thing about us, Detective
Finau, we understand each other.

I like to be bribed and you
know just how to bribe me.

If only life were all so easy.

I had your vehicle brought down
from, uh, Kern County garage.

-Uh-huh.
-Evidence response team did the full run.

They say the car's clean.

You can still see, uh,
fingerprint residue.

I mean, whatever we pull
off it now could be tainted,

-so... I don't know.
-Right.

Yeah, we think the suspect might
have planted something inside,

near the passenger door.

Okay.

You sure?

He had his head inside
for a good 20, 25 seconds.

Oh, he's clever.

What?

Must have read the manual.

See, the AC vent actually runs from the
engine to the back seat through the door.

So you end up with this little cubby
hole, if you know what you're looking for.

Is whatever's in
there gonna stick me?

I don't know.

What is it?

ADIC Tostrud just arrived.

-Blythe.
-Hey, boss.

Did you tell the governor's team to
cancel the president's west coast swing?

-I suggested...
-I got a call from the director

who incidentally got reamed out
by the AG and the DHS secretary.

And have fielded calls from
the LA Secret Service SAC,

the commissioner of CHP and
the governor's chief of staff.

Who are you to be giving
protection advice to the governor

and advocating that the president
of the United States cancel a trip

to a state inside
his own country?

-I just think that in light...
-He is in the Middle East right now,

trying to broker a settlement between
eight nations that hate each other,

and you're telling him he should
be afraid to come to California?

Well, that's not how I would have
characterized what I said. I...

Does that sound like a leader
who is a bastion of bravery?

Or a goddamn coward?

This threat is real, Jay.

So is this one.

If you ever make recommendations
to POTUS or anyone on his team

without going through me first,

I will make sure the next task force
you lead is to your retirement party.

Now I'm gonna go clean up
the mess you caused me.

And any contact you have
with anyone in government,

it will not leave our
inner circle again.

Do I make myself clear?

-Yes, sir.
-Good.

So, this symbol is one that Todd
used multiple times in the key code.

It signifies himself.

Essentially, this
is his signature.

It's like a painter
signing his work.

Yeah. It looks like it.

What's this side? It looks like
it's been torn off a pamphlet.

Yeah. A tech firm in Silicon Valley
has this proprietary software

that scours images online, same way
our facial recognition searches faces,

matching by mathematical
data points.

Now, supposedly it can search
millions of photos at once

with just a scrap for a guide.

Kind of like pulling a partial print off
a doorknob and running it through IAFIS.

So I reached out...

Oh, wait. The
software just came in.

-Oh, good.
-Yeah. Loading it now.

What's that?

Fitz knows some tech bros.

Yeah. I thought we could...

Whoa. Damn.

That was fast.

What does that flyer say?

Anyone know that bar?

Hmm. Well, it's halfway between
here and Sugarloaf in the sticks.

Looks like it
attracts the fringe.

How old is that flyer?

-Annoyance plays tonight.
-Well, I bet that band is perfectly named.

I can, uh, reach out
to my DEA contacts,

see who supplies
meth to Raising Bane.

Maybe we slide in undercover?

Okay. Fitz and Shepherd stay here and work
the new evidence from the gas station.

Everyone else, I suspect
those flyers weren't put up

more than a 20-mile
radius of that bar.

Todd knows the area,
maybe somebody knows him.

He wanted us to
find that signature,

but he had no idea we could match
that scrap of flyer so quickly.

Okay.

This is just like where my parents
took me for my eighth birthday.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, pretty sure there's a ball
pit and a indoor slide somewhere.

Bane's ain't open.

Oh, no?

-Who are all these people then? Ghosts?
-They belong. You don't.

I need to talk to Mike Collins.

Who the fuck are you?

Why the fuck are
you talking to me?

I'm stepping in for Toven.

-What happened to Toven?
-Toven's got business.

In Matamoros. He's gonna
be busy a while, okay?

Toven sent you?

Man, what did I
just fucking say?

Follow me.

-Place is not friendly. Stay on your toes.
-Yep.

Wait here.

What do you think?

I think if we gotta
fight our way out,

the door behind the pool
table's our quickest exit.

This is them.

"Them" who?

Who are you and what
the fuck do you want?

Toven's gonna be out of the game for a
while, so he sent us to take care of you.

Oh, really? So if I'm to call
Toven right now, he'd say, "Hey."

Sorry I can't bring your truck right now,
but I'm sending these two motherfuckers

-who you've never met to do it for me"?
-Yeah, that's what he'd say.

-Call him.
-You know what I'd say?

I'd say bullshit.

I'd say you're both cops.

-You're Mike Collins, right?
-That's right, honey.

All right.

I just wanna be sure when I tell
Toven you backed out on what you owe.

-That's fine.
-Okay.

Wait.

Can I have a word with you
for a second over here?

Sure.

Something's off.

I'll launch if they
get in trouble.

No, no. Not with
them. With this place.

All right. Maybe
you work for Toven.

Or maybe you're a cop
like I think you are.

But look it, if you are a cop,

I get paid a grand to give you
something from behind the bar.

What the fuck does that mean?

A guy came in here and
gave me a grand up front.

And he said he'd give me another grand
if a cop comes in here acting undercover.

And all I have to do is give said
cop an envelope from behind the bar.

This is the dumbest
shit I've ever heard.

I agree.

What's in it?

-What? The envelope?
-Mm-hmm.

I don't know. Why?

Are you a cop?

I already told you.

Yeah, you did.

Do you want the envelope or not?

Man, I don't give a shit
about your envelope.

Okay? I'm moving chalk.

I'm supposed to get cash from you and
your supply gets refilled tomorrow.

That's it.

Fuck you and your envelope.

All right.

-I'll get you your cash.
-Good choice.

-Volchek.
-What?

Do you remember when he
sent that dummy postal truck

that had all the cameras inside
it so he could get eyes on us?

Yeah?

There's no cameras in here.

Right.

Dark ball cap.

At your 2:00.

-See him? He's turned the other way.
-Yeah, I see him.

He was just taking pictures
of Bell and Oliveras.

We're not ahead of him. All
this? He wanted us here.

-Gotta get out!
-Go! Bell!

He's got a gun!

Fuck!

-Was it our guy?
-What did you see?

-He was taking pictures of you.
-Of me?

And you.

They knew we were coming.

Yeah.

He left something for us.

...happening in the streets of every
major city, I'm talking New York,

I'm talking San Francisco,

and Denver, and Atlanta,
they are pushing people out.

They are pushing hardworking,
taxpaying, grass-cutting, churchgoing,

work-contributing people out

and they are saying, "You
are not welcome here."

Well, let me tell you something,

I'm gonna keep speaking the truth
and only death will stop me.

Fucking better judgment.
Such a fucking...

What the fuck's she gonna do?

I knew you were a fucking cop.

-Don't touch me! Get the fuck back.
-Hey. Stay back.

-Are you fucking crazy?
-Goddamn it.

Who left an envelope
for the cops?

I don't know. Just some guy.

What did he look like?

Like everyone else.

Fucking white guy, with
a beard, sunglasses.

-When?
-Last night.

Was he here today?

No, I didn't see him.

Listen to me, you're about to
get shut down for fucking ever.

Don't play games with
me. Give me the envelope.

Listen, we try to serve
bikers and truckers. Just...

Give me the envelope now!

Goddamn it.

He set all this up so he'd
know who's on the task force.

Who's hunting him.

A task force is unique.

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.

When a team with this many smart,
capable, innovative and, I'll say it,

badass individuals, come together,
nobody's penetrating that shield

of safety that you hold so high.

You think your UNSUB lured your
task force to this biker bar.

To do what? Take
pictures of them?

Yes.

Well, we don't know if he was
acting alone or part of a group.

We also suspect he could be or
once was a part of law enforcement.

You think your
people are in danger?

Hello?