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- The money's gone.
- Holy shit.

No, no, no!

Kendra was Massoud tying up loose ends.

Where next?

The question is when and

- where is he gonna hit us?
- Jesus.

He said he was 18.

We'll give you the serial
numbers of some marked bills.

Talk to your friends at the Treasury,

let us know when and where they show up.

I didn't know.

I swear I'm not into
kids, he told me he was 18.

- He lied.
- Yeah.

He's 20.

Please stop.

Don't be such a kid.

Stop!

You're gonna be okay.

What are you doing?

So you killed?

You killed Cheat?

Ray!

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Spud!

What did you do?

- What the fuck did you do?
- He admitted it.

Cheat... I fucking lost it, man. I lost it!

Connie's in the house, Ray.

His nine-month-old son, Ray.

What the fuck were you thinking?

He had targets painted on
my kids, man, he lied to us!

We said we'd talk to him.

Fuck.

Eth, man, you gotta help me.

You gotta help me, Eth,
I've fucked up, okay?

Fuck!

I fucked up!

Sorry, Connie, is Spud with you?

Still haven't found him?

No.

We'll go back out and look for him.

- I'll come with you.
- That's alright.

- Stay here, it's fine.
- No, I'm coming with you. Give me a sec.

Spud?

Spud, honey?

Spud?

Spud?

Babe?

Spud?

No! No!

No, get off of me!

- No! No!
- Connie, Connie.

I just don't understand.

Why would he do this?

How could he do this to me?

- How could he do this to me?
- It's my fault.

It's nobody's fault.

Connie, Spud's been in a bad way.

Nobody thought he would have gone this far.

He was so happy tonight.

I don't get it, why?

Why did... why did he do this to me?

The cops are gonna want
to search his stuff.

It's best we do a once over.

Alright.

We need Donna to alibi this.

- Will she do it?
- Yeah, I'll talk to her.

Do you think those Forensics
guys are gonna buy it?

We'll find out soon enough.

Hey.

- Shit.
- This is Spud's share.

Where's Cheat's?

He said he didn't take
it. I thought he was lying.

Fuck.

It means Cheat's money's still out there.

So you're the guys that took down the body?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Why?

He was a friend of ours. We
didn't like seeing him that way.

You realize you've
contaminated the whole scene?

Sorry, Officer, I guess we just
weren't thinking about that.

What happened?

- What are you talking about?
- No.

Don't you fucking lie to me, Ray
Williams. I know you too well.

What happened?

Did you leave any evidence?

Can they link this back to you?

No, I'm handling it.

I'm handling it.

D?

Listen, I had no choice, alright?

He forced my...

Connie is family.

We broke bread with them.

We stood up in church for them.

You cover this up, you make it go away,

so she never has to know.

Do you hear me?

- Yeah. I do.
- Do you hear me?

Yeah, I'll take care of it, I promise.

I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Corporal Finch?

Detective Grace Travis.

You are a hard guy to reach.

I left you a bunch of messages. Did you...

For a detective, you don't take hints well.

Look, I just flew nearly
two hours to be here.

I just want five minutes of your time.

I wanted to ask you about
er... Corporal Hicks.

I believe the two of you were close.

Ten years.

What about him?

Did he ever mention the
name Ethan Kelly to you?

No.

Here,

this guy.

He's been leaving money for
Hicks's family ever since he died.

Just trying to find out why.

I've no idea.

Look...

Whatever Hicks was mixed up
in, however illicit or illegal,

guaranteed, I can be discreet.

Wayne was a fucking boy scout.

You wanna throw dirt on his
grave, good luck with that.

We're done here.

Yeah. Thanks for your time.

Hey.

Whatever's going on, you're
looking in the wrong place.

How do you know that?

'Cause I knew everything about Wayne.

Chattiest motherfucker I ever met.

Yeah?

I can tell you his favorite soup.

I can tell you his first kiss.

So if I can't tell you who that
guy is, he meant nothing to Wayne.

That's all I'm saying.

Maybe we're looking at this all wrong.

Wrong, how?

No one in Hicks's squad recognized Ethan.

So maybe his connection
to Hicks isn't personal.

Maybe it's something to
do with the Chinook crash.

Look, I'm on my way back.

Can your contact at the Pentagon
get us a manifest of the flight?

We can talk to the other families.

I'll see what I can do.

Hey, how are you?

I'm at the end of a very shitty week.

Fighting the urge to... drink alone.

Do you want to help me out with that?

What do you have in mind?

Let me buy you a drink.

What, like real human beings?

No business?

Like real human beings, no business.

Think you can handle that?

Mm, I don't know.

Besides, I'm not back until late tonight.

Well, me neither.

Let's say 10:30 at the club.

Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.

Good.

What did you get him messed up in?

No, no!

I blame you!

You're responsible for this, admit it!

Both of you, you pushed him too hard!

Spud barely slept the last month. Why?

Why? What did you get him messed up in?

- Connie.
- You knew that he was fragile!

- You knew it!
- Connie, Connie.

- Connie.
- What was he so scared of?

Letting you down.

What?

- Come here.
- No.

It's okay, come here, come here, come here.

I'm sorry.

Come on, let it go.

I'm so sorry.

What do you mean,

letting me down?

Connie, he promised us after
the last time he'd let us know if

he needed help again, if
things got too hard for him.

I think he wanted to keep that
promise. He tried, Connie. But,

you know...

I guess some of us can handle coming back.

some of us can't.

Yeah, this wasn't all in his head, Ray.

What about these people that
were coming after us, huh?

Well, uh...

I think that's the stress
that put him over the top.

Hmm.

Connie, listen to me for a second.

- Hmm.
- I'm gonna handle this. Okay?

So everybody can go home.

I'll make it go away.

Okay?

Go where, hm?

I have no home without Spud.

Come stay with us.

We'll take care of you.

Alright. It's okay.

Thank you for your time.

That is a no for PFC Nickels.

Hello?

Hi, I'm looking for a Robyn Corson, please.

This is she.

Mrs Corson, I'm Grace
Travis from San Francisco PD.

We have reason to suspect
families who lost loved ones

on that Chinook crash
have been receiving...

Is this about the money?

- Are you the one sending it?
- No, no.

Did my husband arrange this,

to make sure we were okay? Did he...

did he have any last messages?

I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't have
any access to that information.

But if there's anything you
can tell us about the money,

perhaps it could help us get to the truth.

It started about six months ago.

It just shows up in my mailbox.

Plain envelope, no name, no address.

I'm gonna send you a photograph of
a man called Ethan Kelly, all right?

Do you recognize him?

Did your husband have any
involvement with him, do you think??

I've never seen him before. Who is he?

No.

Mrs Corson...

do you know if your husband had a
connection to a Corporal Wayne Hicks?

- Aside from the crash.
- Wayne? Yes,

they were both Special
Operations. Does that matter?

Yeah, it might.

Listen,

thank you very much for your time.

Thank you.

Right, so we know that Ethan
gave money to the families

of two of the soldiers who died in
the Chinook crash, Corson and Hicks.

Right now, we have no credible connection

between Ethan and the dead
soldiers or the crash itself.

But Corson and Hicks have a connection,

which is that they were both Special Ops.

Yeah, but they were never in the same unit.

Okay, so, is there something in the
military, some kind of joint operation?

Like, like, like us with a task force?

Uh, yeah, the SMU, Special Mission Unit.

But a joint operation for what?

And how does that connect to
Ethan? He was never Special Ops.

Ugh. I'm fucked if I know.

What about the other soldiers
who died in the crash?

Any of them Special Ops?

Let's see who's left.

No, no, no.

Ah, Sergeant Gaynor,
3rd Special Forces Group.

- What does PNOK mean?
- "Next of Kin".

Well, he doesn't have any.

So much for follow-up questions.

Okay, uh, we are getting there, by inches,

but we are getting there.

- Yeah.
- So if there's no next of kin,

the army will hold on to the
personal effects and papers.

I will see if I can get our eyes on them.

Maybe there's something
there that connects to Ethan.

I'm seeing him later, by the way.

Why?

I don't know.

Maybe he feels like confessing.

- Look who showed his face.
- Shit.

Give me a sec.

Are you stalking me now, or something?

I tried calling.

I wanted to apologize for that night.

Fine. Whatever.

Listen, Evie, I'm not that guy,
I was going through some problems.

Yeah, which you made my problem.

It's not okay.

We're done, Billy.

You're too much drama.

And you're just some dumb high
school bitch, what do you know?

I know you're not worth my time.

Clearly.

Worth your mom's time.

Uh, meaning?

Meaning that she wants it

and she was all over me at your place.

She's a better kisser than you, by the way.

You know what? You're pathetic, Billy.

D-bag. Come on, Evie.

Go ahead, Evie, ask her. I dare you.

Such an idiot.

I'm sorry.

- Alright, girls?
- Yeah, yeah.

Manage?

We need to lock down the money, Ray.

- How much?
- All of it.

No, we... we need to use some
as cash flow for the business.

There is no business.

Cheat's dead, Spud's dead
and Excelsior is dead.

It's over.

What, I don't have a say in that?

Everything we've done up to now was for
that business, so we could be our own men.

Man, these weren't the kind
of men we were trying to be.

Alright, if you want to ditch your
money, give me your share. I'll handle it.

- How?
- Lock it up in storage.

You and I will have the only two keys.

Unless you don't trust me.

Keep testing me, Ray.

What are you doing? Where'd you get that?

This is Spud's bag. Why do you have it?

- Have you been snooping around?
- Are you fucking kidding me?

- Where'd he get this money?
- What?

Where did he get this money?

Spud stole it.

What are you talking about? From who?

Some guys that we do
business with. Some very...

dangerous guys. Spud...

Spud started all of this.

You're a liar.

Spud wouldn't do that.

No, that's why Cheat was
killed, why we were on the run,

that's why Spud cracked because
he couldn't handle the shame.

- I'm sorry, Connie, I'm really sorry.
- Stop it, okay?

Why are you saying all of this to me?

It's true, Con.

I heard the boys fighting about it.

They didn't want to tell you...

You shouldn't have to
remember Spud this way.

All he wanted was a better
life for you and Kyle.

That's why you have to let the boys

give the money back, Connie.

So that we're all safe again.

That's what Spud would want.

How'd he do it?

Well, he hung himself.

He didn't even leave a note.

I mean, even if he did, I don't
know what I'd want him to say.

God, man, I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Are you sure it was suicide?

Hm?

Come on, Ethan, those guys...

the ones after you for money, how
do you know they didn't kill Spud,

make it look like he did it?

I guess I don't.

I mean...

I got to be honest with
you, I'm not really sure

Nina, what the hell I know anymore.

You've never really talked about your boys.

No.

Did you and Spud go back?

Yeah, yeah.

Did you meet in the military?

I didn't say I was ex-military.

Come on.

Everything about you says "ex-military".

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah, and believe me,

when you've dated a few of your kind,

I can see you a mile off.

You know, I'd have never
figured you for a tag chaser.

Let's just say that I
had a youthful weakness

for strong men with giant egos.

Youthful, huh?

You're not doing so bad.

It's not a hard-and-fast rule.

- I've been known to relapse.
- Oh, yeah?

I'll keep that in mind.

You know, in my experience,

there's two kinds of guys
that come back for more.

There's the ones that are
always talking about it...

... and then there's
the ones that never do.

Those are the ones I worry about.

You don't have to worry about me, neither.

No, I'm not worrying.

I'm just saying that I'm a good ear

if ever you need one.

And I'm very hard to shock.

if ever you need one.

I'll keep that in mind.

Good night, Ashley.

- Your coat.
- Thank you.

I'm glad that we did this. Thank you.

For what?

Well, it's exactly what I needed.

Take care.

Yeah.

Spud is dead.

When?

Last night, a couple of
hours north in Podunk.

Ethan says it's suicide but I don't know.

- We need to make sure.
- Agreed.

- What else?
- He made a pass at me.

Oh.

You okay?

It's alright, Leni, I'm...

fine. You don't have to be so by the book.

I'm just disclosing.

- Okay.
- Okay.

I'll get our ME on Spud.

If this is a hit, we
need to know from where.

And I am not trusting this
to some Barney fucking Fife.

It was a good pitch.

You just came in a little
hard on the landing, maybe.

- You got home late.
- Yeah.

- Hey, honey.
- Don't.

What's the matter?

Did you kiss Billy?

Did I what?

It's a simple question.

Is that what he told you?

Oh, my God!

- You did?
- Evie, listen to me.

- Of course I...
- What the fuck happened, Mom?

Just watch it, alright?

I don't know what he told
you but he's very confused.

- What is wrong with you?
- And he tried but I did not...

- It came out of nowhere.
- No.

Apparently, you steal Grandma's
boyfriend and then what?

You think you can just make out with mine?

- No...
- What? You can't get any men of your own?

- Listen to me...
- No wonder Dad left you.

Stop it!

- Hey...
- You want to smack me again?

Leave me the fuck alone, Mom!

Evie, let me explain, just...

- What the hell is wrong with you?
- Oh, no, no,

don't try to pin this on me.

This one's all you, baby girl.

What was she talking about?

That I tried to steal your boyfriend?

I told her about Stephen.

You remember him.

Why would you... why would you do that?

Trust me, I was doing you both a favor.

It's not good for girls to keep
their mothers on a pedestal.

Or for mothers. Better she
knows you had a wild side too.

I had "a wild side"? Is
that what you call it?

When you take off

and leave me alone in the apartment

for two weeks with some strange guy?

I don't even know if you're coming back!

- I was 16!
- You were no ingenue.

And whose fault was that, Mother?

Gracie, this is old business,
and we don't need to reopen it.

But I know what happened, he told me.

He told you?

What, that he tried to fucking
grope me and I had to fight him off?

And when you come back from God knows where

and I try and tell you about it,

you take his side, Mother
of the Fucking Year?

Gracie, I love you. I do.

But it is exhausting to be
the cause of all your problems.

Nothing is ever your fault.
Why is that, Grace? Huh?

It's like this thing with Evie.

Don't you talk to me
about my child! Stop it!

Somebody sure as hell needs to!

You know, maybe I'm not
winning any parenting awards,

but I've got news for you, child of mine.

Neither are you.

Get out of my house! I want you out of here

before Evie gets back! Do you hear me?

Oh, yeah, and you just
say hi to Marty, alright?

There is no Marty.

Okay?

He threw me out.

I had to borrow money for the
bus tickets just to get here.

Of course.

Of course there's no Marty.

You didn't come here to bond with my kid.

- You just came here to use us.
- That's not true.

I want to be here, we're family.

No, this is what family does.

Oh, please... please don't
throw me out on the street.

Please. Gracie, please.

You know, one day I'm gonna figure out

how to stop letting you hurt me.

Yeah?

We found a woman's foot washed
up on shore 30 miles south.

Some kid was gonna bring it
in for show and fucking tell.

Grace?

Are you there?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

Yeah, I'm here.

I'll get SFPD Forensics on it.

We should know if it's Sarah in a week.

No, no, that's too long.

Doesn't the FBI have a
mobile unit, something?

Just use your pull.

We could know by tonight.

Okay.

Tom, it's me.

Evie and I, we had a horrible fight.

She's not answering any of my calls.

I just... you know, could
you reach out to her?

I don't know if she's okay.

Thanks.

- Is it her?
- It's not Sarah.

What?

Are we sure?

Yeah, we ran it through,
got a hit. Kathleen Grimaldi.

36, missing since 2013.

Yeah, I know that name, Grimaldi.

Sarah worked a case on the
woman's husband, Alonzo Grimaldi.

That's right.

She was written up for conduct,
torpedoed her career for a bit.

Who's her SO?

Uh, Sergeant Jones, is there any way Grimaldi
could be involved with Sarah's disappearance?

Nah. He died a year ago.

Emphysema, I think.

The worst fuckers always die free.

What did you want him for?

Drug trafficking. A bit of a local kingpin.

You wrote Sarah up for
conduct on that case.

- Did she have any involvement with Grimaldi?
- No, no,

no, no, nothing like that.

Look, Sarah wasn't a bad cop.

Good instincts, lousy team-player.

Maybe you weren't such
a fun team to play with.

Sarah filed a sexual
harassment claim against you.

Here. You want to tell us about that?

I can tell you that's
a closed fucking file.

- Yeah, I got a guy that works magic with that.
- Yeah?

Does this wizard of yours tell you why
the file got closed in the first place?

- I was completely cleared. You know, fuck this!
- Sergeant,

we have got no dog in this.

We're just trying to get a full picture
of Sarah during the Grimaldi case.

Anything that you can tell us,

- we would be grateful.
- Of course.

Please.

Alright.

She was new to undercover work.

Feeling her oats,
wouldn't take instruction.

I wrote her up for insubordination,

she countered with a harassment claim.

Said I was handsy during debriefs.

Bullshit!

Brass saw it my way, thank God.

Hostile environment.

You ever tried working with a girl
with a giant chip on her shoulder?

Now, that's a hostile environment.

- Did any of your disputes involve Grimaldi?
- All of them.

She had a real burr up
her butt for this guy.

His wife disappeared halfway
through the investigation.

She got obsessed trying to
prove that he killed her.

- Do you think he did?
- Hell, yeah.

But it was outside her purview.

Could never prove it, anyway.

Why not?

Dropped her body in the Narrows.

The Narrows?

This place?

You never find something
once it's dumped in there.

I told Sarah a million times,
"You want someone to disappear,

that's where you do it."

Automatic dead end.

- We have to at least consider it.
- Really?

This is what we're thinking?

That Sarah faked her own death,

- took a powder...
- And $2 million under our fucking watch.

So what, Cheat told her about the money?

Look, I don't want to think
this anymore than you do,

but it is not impossible.

- She could have faked that scene.
- Premeditated?

Not unless she killed
Cheat as part of the plan.

And the hooker? See, I don't buy that.

Once she made the call to you, she'd
have dumped the car and skipped town.

Okay, okay, obvious problem.

Let's say Sarah is alive.

And yes, she stole Cheat's money.

Then why isn't she spending it?

I mean, she doesn't know
the bills are flagged.

Her card, her accounts, they've all
been frozen since she went missing.

So why isn't it showing up?

Jesus!

You could knock.

Can you track the money outside US borders?

Internationally?

No, in outer space. Yes, internationally.

Look, our target doesn't have a passport.

We think they might've
slipped into Mexico or Canada.

Not officially.

I don't give a fuck
about "official", Julian.

Right now, I just need "actual".

- Can you do that?
- I mean,

off the record, I could get some
info from foreign Treasury contacts.

- Maybe.
- Great, do it.

For fuck's sake, when is this over?

Oh, grow a pair, Julian.

It's over when I say it is.

I mean, there's no way of
knowing how much she's told them.

Jesus. Are you sure she's FBI?

Yeah.

How?

Ray, Nina's a Fed.

As soon as I figured that
out, all I had to do...

Wait. Wait a second. When
did you figure that out?

I dunno, a couple of days ago.

You wait a couple of fucking days
to tell me the Feds are onto us?

You fucking sit on that
while I got blood on my hands?

Maybe if you could control yourself,
we wouldn't have fresh targets.

- We're in this together!
- In this fucking together?

Are we?

We agreed to talk to him, Ray.

Not kill him.

They're onto us, Ray.

This is the game now.

What's our play?

Jesus!

Hey, Julian. How've you been?

I've been alright.

I disagree. I think you've been sloppy.

- I'm sorry, we haven't met.
- Oh, we're not meeting right now.

I'm talking and you ought
to fucking listen to me.

Now, I understand you've
been chatting with the Feds.

- Are you wired right now, Julian?
- What? No, why would I...

Well, you don't mind if we check you?

Ray?

You know, we appreciate your help so
much we thought we'd give you a heads-up.

- You're about to be fired.
- He's clean.

What? Why?

- You've been leaking information, Julian.
- To you guys.

What kind of a bullshit threat is that?

You can't burn me without
incriminating yourselves.

Do you remember our associate Spud?

He's no longer with us,
may he rest in peace.

But it seems to me there's a hell of a
paper trail that ties you two together.

Go ahead, take a look.

It looks like he's been paying you off.

We didn't know anything about it until we
started looking into his things after he died.

Julian, it'd be a real shame

if this kind of information got out

and smeared both of your good names.

What else do you want to know?

Everything the Feds don't want us to.

Yeah?

Shit!

Hang on.

Go ahead.

- Your guys paid me a visit last night.
- You okay?

- Did they threaten you?
- I'm fine.

They broke in but had
gloves on, so no prints.

- What did you tell them?
- Nothing.

But they know about your operation,

that you're tracking the money.

- Shit.
- What else did they say?

That I'm screwed!

They're gonna make it
look like I took a payoff.

I will have your back on this.

That's the least of my fucking
problems! These people know where I live!

Ready?

Five minutes, I swear.

Look, I took a leave. I'm gonna
get out of town for a little while.

You need to stop these
assholes so I'm gonna help you.

I've been on the phone all night
but I think I got what you asked for.

You found the money?

Those marked bills are showing up
in a nexus in Vancouver, Canada.

It's too regular to be random.

The source seems to be
the Canada Alliance bank.

Your target must be exchanging
their currency there a bit at a time.

In Vancouver?

That's where Sarah is. Thank you.

We find the bank and we
get an address for her.

Yeah, driver's license, warrants.

Any kind of photo IDs
you have in your system.

The bank is just sending
us that list now. Grace?

- Yeah.
- If you could just hang on.

Okay, 18 women exchanged
US dollars in our timeline.

How many of those are repeats? She'll
have done it more than once by now.

Just hang on, please.

Go.

Okay, Sergeant Dowd, I'm gonna
give you the four most likelys.

Laura Mitchell, Karen Walker,

Emily Keller,

and Rebecca Gish, with a G.

Thank you. We'll be waiting.

If it is Sarah, we're
gonna have to tell Elliot.

We don't tell anyone internally

until we have a plan.

We let her go.

We bring her back.

Son of a bitch.

Bridget, get us two tickets on
the next flight to Vancouver.

Yeah, Sergeant Dowd.

That's her, Karen Walker.

Yeah, I'm gonna need you and your
people to meet us on the ground.

I will brief you en route.

Thank you.

- Tom?
- Yeah, she's okay.

I got your message, she's here with me.

Thank God.

She said...

She said that you hit her.

Yeah, I did.

I slapped her.

And I know you're not
waiting for a justification,

and there isn't one coming.

She mouthed off.

I know that's no excuse.

Okay.

I'm glad you said that.

I think you should come over here and you
should talk things through with her, okay?

Yeah, of course, of course. I'll
be there tomorrow after school.

No, Grace, not tomorrow, tonight.

I can't, I'm heading to the airport.

Well, reschedule.

It doesn't work like that.

Jesus Christ.

Tom, you know.

Look, Grace, you know what,
you're not the president, okay?

You're not a heart surgeon.

I mean, most of us manage to
have jobs and parent as well.

- OK?
- That's not fair.

OK, tell you what, you know, when
you're ready to stop using your work

to hide from being a
mom, you call me, okay?

Let's go.

Yeah.

Hello, Sarah.

Looking good for a dead girl.

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