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Officer Drew died in surgery.

He'll be honored here.

My sister is coming to town. She's
always looking for the next party.

Andrej Sobol, Belarusian
born, Moscow trained.

The guy is extremely dangerous.

First time I bring our SWAT
team into a breach action,

and they know exactly
when we're coming?

He is a neuro-oncologist now. He
said to come in and meet with him.

The last image I
would like to see

is destruction…

-Fuck. Can you disarm it?
-Any attempt might set it off.

LAPD! Everyone out!

Everyone clear out! Clear out!

Everybody evacuate.
Move, move, move!

Rip it out! Rip out
the tablet! Rip it out!

Holy shit.

LAPD!

Drop the phone!
Hands in the air!

Everybody down! Everybody down!

Shit.

Come on, people.
Let's go. Let's go.

-Let's go.
-Come on.

-Move!
-Move, move!

Out of the way!

Hey, you can't be in here.

Federal agent! Get
out of here now!

Go!

Move, move.

Get behind me.

Oh, fuck.

Come on. Not now. Not now.

Volchek, freeze!

Ow!

Oliveras!

Oliveras!

Girls.

Keep your eyes on
your mother, okay?

Let's go.

Damn it.

God.

Hey. Hey, hey.

-Did you hear that?
-Where did it come from?

He's not shooting at us. He's
trying to blow the fuel tanks.

Hey, hey. Come on, we gotta go.

-Forget me.
-Are you hit?

Get Volchek!

Fuck you.

Bell, 11 o' clock.

Do it.

♪ Hey, uh ♪

♪ I'll put the fear
in your master ♪

♪ Hey, uh ♪

♪ Yeah, I put the
devil to shame ♪

♪ Hey ♪

This is Meachum. One tango
down. Rooftop secure.

Oliveras non-critically injured.

One GSW victim in the hallway.
Moving to medical assistance.

All right, let's get these
trucks off the street.

♪ Hey, uh ♪

♪ Yeah, I'll put the
fear in your master ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Taste the blood in your mouth
When you mention my name ♪

♪ Ba ba, ba-da-da-da-da-da ♪

I'm very proud
of everyone here.

You showed that

when a team with this many
smart, capable, innovative…

…and I'll say it, badass
individuals come together,

nobody is penetrating that shield
of safety that you hold so high.

And it has been
my sincere honor…

To have led you.

Now, here's the hard part.

When you work with an elite task
force, and the mission's over,

everybody goes
their separate ways.

But we do so knowing that once
we're called upon to serve again,

in whatever iteration
that may be,

we're gonna be better
partners, better investigators

because of the people around us.

Because of the
people in this room.

This one's coming with me.

Sir, can I just say that, uh…

Even when we were
cursing your name...

Mostly me. Um…

…I think I speak for
all of us when I say

you're the best damn leader
any of us has ever had. Ever.

We'd follow you anywhere.

Thank you, sir.

It's been a pleasure.

-Sir.
-Take care, man.

-Good work, Shep.
-Thank you.

Well done. Really.

Thank you.

♪ I know you're
sleeping by now ♪

♪ I'm still up walking around ♪

♪ The walls of my
skull bend backwards ♪

♪ And in like a labyrinth ♪

♪ I knew I was wasting my time ♪

♪ Keep myself awake at night ♪

♪ 'Cause whenever
I close my eyes ♪

♪ I'm chasing your tail lights ♪

♪ In the ♪

It's over?

♪ Dark ♪

Yeah, it's over.

You got him?

Yeah, we got him.

Mmm.

How did you know?

-You had that look.
-Mmm.

-And you're home before midnight.
-Aha.

You want some of this
wine? I just opened it.

Absolutely.

Uh-oh. Dad's home early.

Here comes trouble.

Listen, I wanna hear
about this field trip.

-And don't spare any of the details.
-Yeah. Let me put my bag down first.

Be quick.

You all right?

I am now.

Okay, now don't get mad.

But there really is no reason why there's
a curfew on field trips to Catalina.

Ah. Don't worry about it.

Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Enjoy your meal.

So, do you know where
you're headed yet?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I just
found out. Uh, WFO.

DC.

-Wow, really?
-Yeah.

Okay. How'd that happen?

They just needed somebody
with serious computer skills

for their human trafficking squad,
and Blythe knows the ADIC there

-and he recommended me.
-That's amazing. It's deserved.

Why, thank you.

Oh, my God. This
place is so cute.

Oh, God.

-You know them?
-Yeah, one of them.

Molly. Hi.

-They say LA is a small town.
-Mmm.

-I never knew what they meant until now.
-What are you doing here?

Hi.

Um… …Devin knows the bartender,
but this is just the first stop.

And then we're gonna hit Poppy,
and then maybe Hyde Sunset.

You must be the
famous Agent Bell.

Oh, wow. Uh, yeah. Famous?

What my sister tells me.

Oh, that's just her trying
to get me to buy dinner.

-Hmm.
-Wait, are you two a thing?

Uh, no. Nope.

-Just colleagues.
-Oh. Okay.

Well, I was just asking.

Anyway, uh, it was
nice to meet you.

Mm-hmm. Mmm.

He's hot.

Yeah, sorry about that. Uh…

No, no, no.

Are you kidding? No, I've
never been famous before.

Yeah, she is something.

Um.

Since you're staying here…

…would you… would you mind
just keeping an eye on her?

She just has a way
of finding trouble.

Uh, yeah. Yeah,
sure, I'll check in.

Appreciate it.

I am not a doctor, right.
You are not a doctor.

So can we both just
admit that we don't know

and turn it over to
someone who does?

Which is Julio Beltran.

Great. Sure, yeah. But just…

My hesitation is that I'm gonna
spend the next few days of whatever…

Whatever life I have left, with
tubes coming out of my arms.

Stuck in a hospital
bed. Instead of…

Instead of? Instead of what?

Getting in my truck. Okay?

And driving and hitting every
roadhouse from here to the Atlantic.

Really? That's what you
wanna do with your time?

-That's your plan?
-Anything but this.

Look, you need to understand that
I-I-I accepted my fate. Okay?

Months ago.

I did. And that's okay.

I'm fine. It's fine.

What are you talking
about? I-It's not fine.

Look, you want to
talk about fate?

We just changed the fate
of this entire city.

Maybe the fucking planet.

And so if we can do that, what is one
very small, very, very stupid brain?

-Okay.
-Come on, okay.

Go inside. Before I have to kick your
ass in this hospital parking lot.

Yeah, sorry that took so long.

I wanted to confer with
a couple of colleagues.

What does that mean?

Uh… No, your…

These scans make you an excellent
candidate for the new treatment trial.

There's experimental CAR
T-cell therapy for glioblastoma

that targets the dual
proteins, EGFR and IL-12.

Now, they're associated with…

Anyway, um, you don't
need to know all that.

What you do need to know is that we
have seen objective tumor regressions

and we're energized
by the results.

Look, if you're amenable we'd
like to get started next week.

Hmm.

Meachum.

What are my odds?

I don't like to talk in terms of
odds. But I can tell you this.

They're a lot better inside
the program than doing nothing.

Yeah.

Okay.

I can get the paperwork started?

Sure.

That's great.

-Hey, Jane.
-How's it going?

It works out on both ends
though. It's just gotta…

-Hey, uh…
-Oh, great, he's back.

Like a bed sore.

Pretend I was never gone.

Oh, we'd do that for sure, but,
uh, we had to give away your desk.

-What?
-Yep. I had first dibs.

-Pretty great position in the bullpen.
-No, that's my desk, bro.

Not anymore.

Sergeant.

Whatever you did in that
hoity-toity task force,

City Hall called and said you're
getting a meritorious promotion.

I don't know fancy
words like meritorious,

but I do know that despite
being a pain in my ass,

you deserve it.

You're a hell of an officer.

Thanks, sir. Thank you.

And we have some visitors who
wanted to decorate your new office.

All set? Here he comes. Okay.

Congratulations, honey.

Thank you, baby.

Ah, Agent Bell.

Congratulations on
all your success.

Ah, thank you, DA Valwell.
Good of you to say.

Well, I'm sure you're
on your way to a big...

You know, something that's
always bothered me about the, uh,

Task Force Hurricane
investigation?

My understanding is that
investigation is closed.

How is it that the Iskander
Paramilitary Group knew

that LAPD SWAT and our
task force were coming?

I don't follow.

We were pretty much flying
around wherever the case took us

and then the one time that we
called LAPD SWAT for backup,

that is the one time that the
bad guys knew we were coming.

And their lawyer greeted us
the moment that we breached.

Now I know no one on the
task force alerted Iskander,

and I heard from SWAT that no
one in their unit's compromised.

But SWAT does fall under your
purview though, doesn't it?

What the fuck are
you saying to me?

I'm saying, you went to great lengths
to track this investigation, right?

So I did a little
digging around.

And there are bank transactions where you
made contributions to unknown accounts.

You'd better not be going where
I think you're going, because...

So I backtracked those payments
from your personal bank accounts.

That's right, the ones you thought
were hidden in the Caymans.

And they matched exactly
the amount and the day

that Yuri Volchek made
contributions to unknown accounts.

Now let me tell you my hunch.

My hunch is…

You're a goddamn useful idiot.

And I hope you're not a
fully engaged co-conspirator

because if you are, DA Valwell,

it's a level of vileness that
I'm not sure even you possess.

What I do know is…

You're under arrest.

-Yes, sir.
-Hands behind your back.

You have the right to remain
silent. Anything you say

can and will be used against
you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.
If you can't afford an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

Do you understand these rights
as they were read to you?

Oh, look who it is.

How you been?

You know, same old, same old.

Aren't you starting
treatment tomorrow?

Yeah. That's why
I'm drinking today.

Doctor said that was cool?

I wasn't going to
risk asking him.

Then I'll join you.

Great.

Movie trucks on
this street, huh?

Parked right all
along there, yeah.

-It's crazy.
-Damn.

What's this?

Hmm.

That's just, uh, a little
something to inspire you

as you begin your
medical journey.

Uh-oh.

How did you find this?

Googled the hell out of it.

-Are you inspired?
-Oh, I'm very inspired.

-You gotta hang in there.
-I… Yeah. Clearly.

I, uh…

I'm supposed to head to
Brownsville, Texas tomorrow.

-Tomorrow?
-Yeah.

But, um, I was thinking
that I could talk to my SAC,

see if I could just push
it by a week. You know?

So I can…

If you want me to… be there for
you while you start the treatment.

No. No, no way.

No, you gotta get back at it.

Besides, I don't need you waiting around
to, you know, wipe drool off my lip.

I would never do that.

Look, I'll be honest. I, um…

I'm not used to…

I don't have a lot of history with
people who give a shit about my life.

So thank you. It means a lot.

You want me to stay the night?

Listen, uh,

I would love that.
I really would.

But…

But…

God, I can't believe
I'm gonna say this. Um…

I've made so many bonehead moves
in my past, you have no idea.

Well, I have some idea.

Yeah, I guess you do.

But this is what I know, okay?

I know that I'm wrapped up
in a lot of shit right now.

A lot of shit.

And if…

…when…

If I make it to the other side
of, whatever the hell this is…

I really want to try
and do things right.

Yeah.

I support that.

Shit, I don't even
know if I support it.

But I think it's the
best way to do it.

Yeah. I agree.

♪ I know you're
sleeping by now ♪

♪ I'm still up walking around ♪

♪ The walls of my
skull bend backwards ♪

♪ And in like a labyrinth ♪

♪ In the ♪

♪ Dark ♪

♪ In the ♪

♪ Dark ♪

♪ In the ♪

♪ Dark ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

There he is.

Oh, shit.

Did you think we're gonna let you
walk into treatment without us?

Wild horses, man.

You guys didn't have to do this.

Oliveras said there was something wrong
with your brain, which explains a lot.

Okay. Yeah.

There it is. All right.

-So this is your fault.
-Well.

Noted.

Guys, I appreciate you
coming out. I really do.

It means a lot.

Just get yourself well.

That's the plan.

Mr. Meachum. You
ready to get started?

Okay. All right.

Well, hey, whatever happens, uh, it
was really great working together.

I'm proud to know each and
every one of you. I mean that.

♪ But I just said nothing
Said nothing, said nothing ♪

You're a good fucking team.

♪ Sat and watched
you drive away ♪

♪ Oh, I just said… ♪

♪ …said nothing, said nothing ♪

♪ I can't think of
anyone, anyone else ♪

♪ I can't think of
anyone, anyone else ♪

♪ I won't think of anyone else ♪

Fitzgerald.

-Kim. Hey.
-You look like shit.

Do I?

Well, my mother used to say, "A
restless mind makes a ruffled pillow."

But anyway, I-I haven't
been sleeping that great.

Mainly because Connelly
assigned me the muzzle pile.

-I heard.
-Yes, but did anyone tell you

why it's called the muzzle pile?

I'm sure you're about to.

You know those
50-gallon wine barrels

-they make out of oak?
-Okay.

Well, the flat part they put on
the bottom, that's the muzzle.

These threats are literally
the bottom of the barrel.

And I'll tell you a secret,

'cause you're fairly new to
the West Coast office, Kim.

The credible threats we get?
They're 99% flotsam too.

You know, it's someone popping off
online because POTUS raised his taxes.

Or some grandma in Sacramento
writing a mean letter to FLOTUS

because she wore the
wrong dress in Newsweek.

I don't think Newsweek
actually exists any more.

Well, still, we have to
check every single one.

And… …it never ends. Look.

Unless you get
protection detail.

Yeah, well, that's the
long-term goal. Obviously.

I just got it.

What?

Yeah. This is my last week
here, then I'm off to DC.

Got Hyacinth.

-No shit?
-No shit.

Anyway, I was actually coming
over because I'm going downstairs.

Can I get you some coffee?

Yeah, no, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm good.

S-So you… You… You got
on daughter detail?

Yep.

Yes, hello, this
is Patricia Perez.

I am working at Hammerhead
Cabins in Sugarloaf.

Hello?

I… There is a man
here. Cabaña seis.

I don't know his name.

He has guns and maps and
very strange drawings.

He has pictures of the
President of the United States

and, like, other
government people.

It's scary.

I saw a movie that said to call the Secret
Service if you see something like this

so I looked up the
number and called.

You've reached Patricia
Perez, please leave a message.

The inbox is full. Goodbye.

I looked up the
number and called.

I looked up the
number and called.

Sir? I, uh… I got one off the muzzle pile
that's just weird enough to look into.

It's about strange drawings of
POTUS's family out in Sugarloaf.

Ended abruptly like maybe she
dropped the phone. Or something.

Anyway, I'm… I'm gonna drive over there
and take a look, if that's good with you?

Knock yourself out.

Okay. Yeah.

♪ That's a televised mind ♪

♪ That's a televised mind ♪

♪ That's a televised mind ♪

In two miles, your destination
will be on your right.

♪ That's a televised mind ♪

♪ That's a televised mind ♪

Hello?

Anyone home?

US Secret Service!

Anyone home?

Uh, yes, this is Secret Service Agent
Ryan Fitzgerald, credential number 51615.

I-I need a bus at 45
Cabin Trail Road 92386

and backup from San Bernardino
County Sheriff's Office.

Possible homicide.

Female. Latinx.

No, ma'am. Sharp force trauma.

No, ma'am, I-I do not have
eyes on a perpetrator.

Oh, Jesus.

Sir, Assistant Director Tostrud
wants you upstairs. Immediately.

So you made sergeant, huh?

Yeah, I'm up to my
eyeballs in paperwork.

I jumped when I
heard about this.

You losers couldn't make
it a year without me.

-Ha ha.
-Hey.

-Shepherd.
-Bell.

-Hmm.
-How are you doing?

-Finau. How are you?
-Good to see you.

-Good, good.
-Yeah?

-Who's he in there with?
-I'm not sure.

Heather, who's he in there with?

Well, well, well. Looks
like we're all here.

Let's get started.

-Hey!
-Ha, ha, ha.

Heard you had
quite the journey.

Whew. Well, I'm still on the
right side of the ground.

So, I'm not complaining.

Yeah. You feel 100%?

Uh, I don't know if
I'll ever feel that

but, uh, LAPD doc signed off on my
fit for duty exam, so here I am.

What did you do? Slip the doc a hundy
and tell him look the other way?

Hell no. No. He
did it for a fifty.

You guys seen Oliveras?

Hey, guys.

All right.

The problem with being
good at your job is

the powers that be tend
to notice your work.

The seventh floor in DC asked me

to reassemble the members
of Task Force Hurricane

to investigate and
neutralize a new threat.

I want to thank each
of you for returning.

And all I ask is that you give
me the same unyielding dedication

that you gave me last year.

To my right is Ryan Fitzgerald.
He's Secret Service.

He's going to bring
you up to speed.

Yes. As SAC Blythe said, I'm with
the USSS and y-you can call me Fitz.

Forty-eight hours ago I investigated a
threat that the service deemed credible.

DOA is Patricia Perez, a
42-year-old house cleaner

who reported discovering
guns and suspicious material

at a remote rented
cabin in Sugarloaf

along with what she said
were photos of POTUS.

She phoned in the threat
to our general tip line

and it was only by luck I
got to it as soon as I did.

-Manifesto was hidden on the scene.
-Jesus.

Yeah. We sent it to DC.

Folks at the Fort and your folks
at Quantico are trying to crack it.

But no definitive results yet.

How is that possible?

Well, it may be a language that
makes sense to only one man.

We found other pages ripped into
tiny fragments in a trash can.

Plus remnants of pages
that had been scattered

in the ashes around
the fireplace.

LA Field Office plus Quantico
worked round the clock

to reassemble one of the pages.

Plus, uh, this scrap.
Came from Vanity Fair.

Now, the maps are crude but accurate
drawings of the Sacramento home

of the Governor of
California, George Shelby.

The photo is from a cover story on the
Governor in Vanity Fair, February 2025

where he strongly hints he will be
running for president next election cycle.

You said, uh,
President Hanover too?

Yeah, the call to the tip line
said there were photos of POTUS,

though we found no evidence
of this on the scene.

So she confused the
Governor with the President?

We don't know.

What did forensics say
about the murder scene?

We had a full evidence
response team process the cabin

and so far we are bingo on
fingerprints, DNA, hair and fiber.

I mean everything.

Pretty strange for
a rental cabin.

Which of course only
elevates the suspicion here.

Fitz is joining the team.

Possibility that the
President is a target

means that the Secret Service
will be very closely involved.

The threat to the Governor and the
murder victim fell into our purview,

and I will let the directors of
our two agencies fight it out

for jurisdiction and credit.

I don't give a shit.

Our new designation
is Task Force Armor.

Our mission is to find the man or
woman who murdered Patricia Perez,

in cold blood,

and to determine whether or not

the threat to the Governor of
California and POTUS is credible.

Nice job. Bell.

Fitz.

-Hey. Shepherd. Hi.
-Oh.

Hey, boss.

Thanks for having me back.

Listen, uh…

I know she works with DEA, but
Oliveras was essential to Hurricane.

Her investigative skills
were off the charts, she...

Oliveras is off hunting
Emiliano Molina in Matamoros.

I contacted the DEA.

They can't spare her.

Okay.

Well they have run
LingoSleuth and CipherDecoder.

Plus some beta software
the NSA developed

so at least we're
starting with a framework.

What if it's a key code?
Wouldn't we try unlimited keys?

Yeah, except this guy is
making his own hieroglyphs.

Right.

But I fucking live for puzzles.

-This is right up my alley.
-Yeah, I believe it.

-I'm glad you're back.
-Thanks.

Um…

I did want to tell
you about Molly.

What about Molly?

Hey, who wants to go check
out this cabin firsthand?

Yep.

Yeah. Let's go.

Um. When we get back.

What…

So my dad kept saying, "You can't
be a cop. You can't be a cop."

Now, my brother Matty, he
was already in med school.

Actually my other brother
Liam was also in med school.

So I thought to myself, "Two doctors
in the family's got to be enough."

I wanted to cop my whole life,
why not give it a shot, right?

So I do four years at Danbury,
then five more at Harrisburg.

And this homicide detective I knew had
a friend who was in the Secret Service,

kept saying how great it was.

So I figured, I don't know, what the hell,
fill out an application, who knows, right?

Next thing I know, I'm on my way
to Glynco, Georgia to attend FLETC.

That's a pretty
interesting path.

Right? Now the first five
years I spent in counterfeit...

-Hey, Fitz?
-Yeah?

-You go by Fitz, right?
-Yep.

Any other agents ever
tell you you talk a lot?

Sure. Yeah. No. I-I've
been told that before.

But probably why they put me on
a desk by myself to be honest.

But I know how to put a
cork in it if I have to.

Like if you're on
protection detail,

you're with the President, the First Lady,
you gotta know that you're in a cone of…

Right. Got it.

Right through here.

So, Patricia Perez
was found here.

Manifesto was hidden over here.

Um. Okay. All righty.

Oh.

Where we at with the
owners of the cabin?

Uh, it's actually a Singaporean real
estate company named Beruang Holdings.

The owner's on his way back from overseas.
Apparently he's willing to talk to us.

Beruang owns several
properties in the western US.

-I'll loop you in on the details.
-Yeah, do that.

Let's get a master file going so we're
not banging heads together, okay?

-I can help with that.
-Thanks, man.

Hey, fellas.

Holy shit.

I'm going down.

Jesus.

Lights.

Our killer did his homework.

He knew that he had access to
his own personal firing range.

He's running!

Foreign corporations and
politics can be tricky.

-Mr. Governor, please.
-Let me tell you what I know.

The man who committed that murder
is also threatening my life

and the life of the President
of the United States.