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Good evening.

Is there a problem?

No problem.

But this road's closed
unless you're local.

And I don't recognize you, so--

Well, I'm looking
for someone.

You might want to come
back tomorrow morning.

We're under curfew.

And who instituted
this curfew?

We did.

Now turn it around.

I don't want any trouble.

I-- I just-- look.
- Whoa!

I have a photo.

I'm looking for this boy.

I think he's in this town.

Now, I'm going to reach my
right hand out

to grab the photo, huh?

Here.

Hey, Donna,
you seen this kid?

Hey, what are you doing?

You can't do this.

I warned you.

Hold it!

You can't do this!
I'm a judge!

I'm a federal judge! Ah!

That doesn't mean
anything tonight.

She doesn't have a pulse.

Isobel!

Isobel!

Jubal.

Jubal.

Yes, sorry.

Thanks for meeting me.

Of course,
Assistant Director Ropac.

How you doing?

Well, you know, given the
circumstances, I don't know.

What happened to Isobel,
to 26 Fed, it is unthinkable.

And now it is up to us
in D.C. to shore up

the holes in this office.

Of course.

And we are laser-focused here
on helping in any way we can.

There's gonna be
a process.

Your role as acting SAC
is temporary

until we can find a permanent
replacement for Isobel.

Uh, permanent?

Sir, it's only been three days.

And yet, we have work to do.

Forefront tried to
destabilize this office.

Now is your chance to
show them that they failed

and to do right
by SAC Castille.

The wheel is yours.

Missed his turn.

Distracted driving.

It's a real problem.

Plates are a match.

Federal Judge
Joseph McMahon III.

And he didn't show up
to court this morning.

Yeah, that would have
been pretty difficult.

Did we ping his phone?
- Yeah.

It was last pinged
24 hours ago at his home.

This isn't good.

Judges are in the crosshairs
more and more these days.

Since when did
being in civil service

put a target on a back?

Empty.
What are we thinking?

I mean,
it could be a carjacking.

Or someone
somewhere hurt him--

or worse, dumped the car
here to get rid of evidence.

There's no body.

Where's the judge?

OK, folks, now, believe me,
I wish Isobel were here,

but she is not.

I will be filling in as
acting SAC for the time being.

So what do we know
about our missing judge?

Right,
Judge Joseph McMahon III

has been missing
since early this morning.

He's been on the bench of the
Eastern District for 22 years.

He's a fearless voice known
to tackle controversial cases.

Including the case
currently in front of him,

the Buffalo Trinitario Gang,
an organized

Dominican outfit on
trial for racketeering

and narcotics sales.

OK, so BTG has a motive.

And means-- last week,
Judge McMahon received

an unsolicited pizza delivery.

Oh, come on, not that again.

Yeah, pizza doxing, online
intimidation and harassment.

Yeah, yeah, a way for
bad guys to show judges

they know exactly
where they live.

Well, this was spooky.

The name on the pizza order
that arrived at McMahon's home

was Paul Saleeby, the
husband of a different judge

who ruled against BTG
in a case in Newark.

One week after
she ruled, Mr. Saleeby

was shot dead in his driveway.

Invoking the name
of a judge's husband

their friends killed.

I'm not laughing.

We've got a bead on
some low level BTG guys.

Yeah?
Send a team.

Let's shake some trees.

So, did you think I
wouldn't notice you're

dodging Nina's text messages?

Listen, I'm gonna
come over, all right?

I want to meet the kid.

Yeah, you want to
try that one again,

maybe like you mean it?

All right, all right.

How about this?

I want to see how
the other half lives.

There we go.

Come on, that's a
partnership, right?

Mm-hmm.

BTG, 12 o'clock.

- Yeah, that's them.
- Yo, it's the feds!

Oh, they're going.

Hey!

Put your hands behind
your back, now!

Hey!

Give me your hands.

We know you sent a pizza
to Judge McMahon's

house to scare him.

All right?
And now he's missing.

It's not a coincidence.

Listen, man,
we sent the pizza,

but we ain't put our
hands on the judge.

Matter of fact,
he put his hands on us first.

Dude was on one.

Wait, what?

When did this happen?

Yesterday, talking nonsense
how we grabbed his kid.

But we ain't touched the kid.

We're not stupid.

Hold up.

His kid's missing?

That's what he said, his son.

Bro, the dude put hands on us.

That's a mistrial, 100%.

And I got it on
video in my phone.

Where Richie?

Whoa, whoa.
What?

- Where is he?
- Back up.

What did you do with my boy?

I don't know
where your boy at.

- I ain't touch your son, bro.
- You recording me?

Back up.

This goes on for about a
minute until the judge realized

he was being recorded.

They deny grabbing his son.

The judge goes back to
his car and takes off.

Cams lose him
after a few blocks.

These guys might
have just stumbled

ass-backwards into a mistrial
with the threats and all.

Yeah, kind of feels like
the bad guys keep winning.

All right, so our case just
grew an extra set of legs,

all right?

Before our judge disappeared,
he was in a desperate search

for his missing son, Eli.

And given the fact
that somebody dumped

the judge's car, it's
likely he found the answers

he was looking for.

So maybe somebody had a
bone to pick with the son.

What do we know about Eli?

Well, he's was an honor
roll student at NYU,

majoring in poli-sci, active in
Model UN, spends his weeknights

clerking at the law school.

Mm, so not a lot of
time to get into trouble.

Eli's RA just got back to me.

He hasn't swiped into
the dorm in two days.

OK, so our assailant
has a 48-hour head start,

and we need to close the gap.

Well, turns out Eli
wasn't always so clean.

Junior year of high school, him
and his friends stole a car,

wrecked it, cops found drugs
on them-- all expunged now.

Well, perks of
being a judge's son.

Well, maybe this tiger
didn't change his stripes.

Could Eli have fallen
back into his old ways?

Well, it explains why the
judge didn't file a police

report when the
kid went missing

and left his phone at home
when he went looking for him.

His search was way off book.

Uh, Jubal, son's car
is on the move right now.

It just pulled into
a gas station in Queens.

OK, is that him?
Can you get face rec?

No, driver's
hoodie is in the way.

And, yeah, hey, looks like
they're already leaving.

Let's get a team down
there before we lose them.

The car's GPS is
pinging around here.

Got him, 3 o'clock.

FBI, put it down!

Don't even think about it!

He's destroying
evidence, Maggie.

We gotta put it out.

- OK.
- Cover me.

Go!

He's dead.

OA, I found the judge.

Hey, is she awake?

I wish I had better news.

So Isobel's doctor ran some
follow-up scans this morning.

And they found a brain bleed.

They think that's the reason
she's not waking up.

OK.

So what's next?

What's next is
they're prepping her

for an emergency craniotomy.

Right now, as we speak,
that's eight-hour procedure.

And her doc--

Uh, her-- her doctor says that
the chances of her making--

Well, good thing Isobel
has a long-standing tradition

of defying the odds, right?

Right.

Right.

How are you doing, Phillip?

Great.

Not great.

Just, you know, before all--

all this happened,
Isobel was practically begging

me to ask her to retire.

And now--

Look, I've known
Isobel a long time,

and I can confidently say,
I've never seen her let someone

else make up her mind for her.

When she does pull
through, you need

to be standing there smiling
like you knew she would, OK?

Yeah.

All right.
Stay strong, buddy.

Call me when she's out.

Yep, yep.

There's three
buildings there.

Is there an update?

Hmm?

Any word on Isobel?

Uh, yeah, just waiting
for some good news.

Were you able to identify the
man who shot at Maggie and OA?

Uh, Tom Clifford, 38.

Lived on Port Turner Island
in Nassau County.

According to New York State
records,

he was unmarried,
owned an auto supply store.

No priors.

Guy was solid.

OK, aside from,
you know, driving

a car registered to a missing
person with a dead judge

in his trunk.

Oh, and, you know,
shooting at us.

Actually, I'm not buying this
upstanding citizen narrative.

What are we missing?

Well, there is no
intersection between Clifford

and Judge McMahon or his son
Eli, not on paper, anyway.

OK, maybe we're not
looking hard enough.

Let's pound the pavement,
get a team to Port Turner

to dig into
Tom Clifford's life.

Never been here before.

You?

I have not.

Looks cute, though.

What's going on here?

Did JOC say anything about
a municipal road closure?

Negative.

This isn't a county roadblock.

Hey, you guys are gonna
have to turn it around.

I'm not joking.

Turn it around now.

I don't think so.

I'm Special Agent Bell.

This is Special Agent Zidan.

We're with the FBI.

And we're here on
official business,

so you are going
to let us through.

Sir, I need you to step
away from the vehicle.

You better tell
your boy to back up.

What's going on
out there, Dusty?

We've got a couple
of feds here, boss,

talking about
coming into town.

Over.

Then what the heck
you waiting for?

For God's sakes, let 'em pass.

All right, open it up.

What the hell
is going on here?

Whatever it is,
it isn't good.

Hey, Jubal, we were just
stopped at an armed checkpoint

in Port Turner.

What agency is
operating the barricade?

No agency.

Looks civilian.

Right.

OK, we'll check it out.

All right, people,
so you know our suspected

murderer, Tom Clifford.

Well, apparently his
hometown is under some kind

of unauthorized lockdown.

So let's look into
that, shall we?

All right, what can you tell me
about this island?

Looking at census data,
population

is 5,000 and declining.

Median income just over
44,000 but only one

bridge on and off the place.

Hospital closed three
years ago, lack of funding.

Police station
followed a year later.

Then the local paper folded.

So a community in decline
lacking some critical services.

It looks like the residents
formed a neighborhood watch,

but, like,
very much on steroids.

OK, well, if, by chance,
the people on this island

are in some way responsible
for today's violence,

Maggie and OA need backup.

So get Dani and
Scola out there.

And-- and alert
SWAT to stay ready.

Count 12 long guns so far.

Plus the overwatch.

The way they're
holding their guns,

it doesn't look like these
guys were trained properly.

So what's more
dangerous, trained

militia or the untrained one?

Hey, it's OK.

FBI is here to help.

You guys can relax.

About time the big
boys showed up--

and girls.

Caleb Grassman.

I'm the mayor of Port Turner.

Special Agent Maggie Bell,
this is Special Agent Zidan.

What are we helping
you with exactly?

Well, the robberies.

I'm assuming that's
why you're here.

No, it's not.

What's the situation?

PD's been ignoring us for
the better part of a year.

Guess they can't be bothered
on the mainland.

First the pharmacy
got hit, then

the gas station, outsiders
coming from the city.

We're all mom-and-pop
businesses out here.

I guess they figured jackpot.

Any witnesses?

Security camera?

Afraid not.

They always come in the
middle of the night.

These are good people.

They're my friends,
and they're scared.

Is this why you set up a
checkpoint on the bridge?

Hardware store got
looted two nights ago.

Bastards torched
it on the way out--

the last straw.

You kept calling PD, they
did squat, what would you do?

Well, I assure you, we'll get
to the bottom of the robberies.

First, we're looking
for this missing person.

Have you seen him, Eli McMahon?

I haven't seen him.

OK, well,
we have a warrant to check

out Tom Clifford's house.

Tom?

What did he do?

That is FBI business.

Does he have a roommate?

Anyone we should
worry about in there?

Nah, just him.

That's his place
there on the shore,

with the wraparound porch.

Mm-hmm.

Anybody home?
FBI.

You got it?

I'm sorry.

Are you in a rush?

Feeling a little
exposed here.

Got it.

Clear.

Upstairs is clear.

He is not a neat freak,
but at least he composts.

Oh, that's nice.

He also killed a federal judge.

All right, what are
we looking for here?

Anything that connects him
to Judge McMahon or his son.

Hang on, this chair
was moved recently.

OK.

Oh, damn.

Maggie, I got him.

Eli, Eli McMahon.

Hey, hey, you're OK.
You're OK.

We're the FBI.

We're gonna get you
out of here, all right?

All right.
You're OK. You're OK.

I'm gonna sit you up.
That's it.

You're all right.
It's all right.

You think you can
stand up for me?

Yeah?
- I think so.

All right, Eli.
Let's get you up.

- That's it.
- Just sit here. Sit down.

Eli, look at me.

Did Tom Clifford
do this to you?

I don't know.

I don't know his name.

OK, sit tight, sit tight.

Hey, Jubal, we have Eli.

He's alive.

All right, eyes up.

We found Eli.

Where are you?

In the basement of
Tom Clifford's house.

Looks like he was
keeping him prisoner.

Any idea why he
was holding him?

I don't know.

He's been worked over
pretty good.

Let me look.

So we're gonna need medical
and SWAT right away.

Medic, SWAT.

All right,
they're on their way.

Uh, listen,
everybody in this town

seems pretty trigger-ready.

You think this
could go sideways?

I just think
if we're not extra careful,

this could turn
into another Waco.

OK, copy that.

OK.
Let's get him out of here.

All right.

Can you walk for me?
- We're gonna get you outside.

I think so.

That's it. That's it.

Nice and easy.

Hey.

Hold on.

Where are you going?

We're gonna take Eli
to the city and get him well.

Is that gonna be a problem?

Sorry.

Can't let you do that.

This kid needs help, Caleb.

We're gonna get him
out of here.

He's a person of interest
in a series of robberies,

not to mention arson.

Well, that's not
for you to rule on.

Why don't you let
us get him some help,

then we'll get you all
the answers you need.

It's a little late for that.

Our backup's gonna
be here in a minute.

And their next move is
gonna be a big one.

The next move is a big one.

And I'm telling you,
you do not want a showdown

with FBI SWAT.

Yeah, you may be right.

OK, OK.

Whoa, hold on.

More feds coming.

Blow the bridge.

Jubal,
we're five minutes out.

I think we can
be there in three.

Copy that.
Get there as quick as you can.

Scola. Scola!

Tell me there weren't
civilians on that bridge.

No, thank God, but 800 feet
of roadway has been destroyed.

And that bridge was the
only land access point.

- Jubal.
- Yeah?

We've got calls from the
state police, coast guard,

and the mayor's office all
looking for a response plan.

Reporters are
starting to gather, too.

It's gonna be headline
news soon, if not already.

I mean, they're gonna
want a statement.

You should call AD Rowe back.

OK, OK.

Yes, we need to get
a clearer picture

of what's happening
on the ground

so I can calibrate a response.

Still nothing from
Maggie and OA?

No, nothing on comms.

Caleb, you're drawing
the wrong kind of attention

to yourselves.

That was not my goal.

But how much are you
gonna take before you

stand up for yourselves?

Carrying automatic
rifles does not give

you leverage over the FBI.

No, that's why you're here.

Let's go.

Excuse me, miss.

Do you think I
can get my phone?

I just need to call
my dad, please.

Please, he's got to be
worried sick about me.

No phone calls.

Stop talking.

Got something.

Hello.

Hello. Is this the FBI?

Quiet.

Yeah, this is
Acting Special Agent

in Charge Jubal Valentine.

Who am I speaking with?

The mayor of Port Turner,
Caleb Grassman.

You're speaking
on my agent's comms.

It's a shame
that's what it took

to finally get on your radar.

OK, I need to speak
to my agents right now,

make sure they're OK.

You're just gonna have
to take my word for it.

That's not gonna
work for me.

How about this?

I'll release them
as soon as you release

my friend Tom Clifford.

It's not possible.

It's a simple trade.

Not one I would ever make.

But your real problem is,
Tom Clifford is dead.

He shot at my agents
when we found him staging

the body of a federal judge.

That's unfortunate.

Mr. Grassman, we know
you're holding Eli McMahon.

You need to let
my agents escort

him to safety immediately.

That's the problem
with you guys,

always protecting
the wrong people.

What are you talking about?

Our island's
been under attack!

This kid is just
the latest one who

tried to take advantage of us.

If law enforcement
cannot or will

not protect my people,
then we're gonna

protect ourselves.

OK, so this is an act
of sedition.

You understand
that, right?

You understand what you're
dragging your neighbors into?

They are fed up!

OK, look, Caleb,
if your people

have safety concerns, we at the
FBI are here to protect you.

But what you're
doing right now,

there is no way this
ends well for you.

You're in no position
to give threats, but I am.

If you want to ensure the
safety of your agents,

then stay out of Port Turner
until I can restore order.

All right, so let's--
let's say he's telling

the truth about his town.

His people murdered
a federal judge

and blew up a bridge
they rigged in advance.

They were asking for an
excuse for this showdown.

So we're gonna
give them one.

Two of our agents are being
held behind enemy lines.

We are mobilizing
a rescue mission now.

Let's go.

Eli, why did you
become a prisoner?

These people took one look
at me, and they saw a criminal.

Well,
let's jump back two days.

What brought you
to Port Turner?

I drove out here
to watch the sunset.

I used to come here all the
time with my mom when I was

a kid before she got sick--

bef-- before.

Did you get caught
at the checkpoint?

Checkpoint?

No, no, there was-- there was
no-- there was no checkpoint.

I went to the beach.

I-- I saw the sunset.

I was walking back to my
car, and three local dudes

approached me,
wanted to check my bag.

I got scared, OK, so I ran.

But they caught me.

And three of them beat
me up, while she--

she went through my bag.

Whatever they were looking
for wasn't in there.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Did my-- did my dad come here?

And they, uh--

they found him?

They-- they killed
my dad, didn't they?

I'm sorry.

New vest?

No, just where I got shot.

I'm fine.
It just bothers me sometimes.

Oh, the undercover op, right?

Yeah, friendly fire,
three bullets.

Should we go get
our friends back?

Let's do it.

Jubal, we're two minutes out.

Landing point should put
us right at 4th Street.

All right, let me
know when you're a go.

- Hey, boss.
- Right here.

Yeah?
- They aren't lying.

That's good.
Excellent.

Wait, who isn't?
And about what?

Caleb Grassman, what he
said about the robberies

they reported.

Calls were logged at
the first precinct

office of Nassau
County PD, claims

of robberies on Port Turner.

Most recent call
went out nights ago.

OK, and the cops, what?

They responded but
found nothing, apparently.

You find something to
back up their claims?

I scrubbed back from
a beach surf report

camera near Main Street.

Two nights ago,
our timeline says

this would have been
right before they

grabbed Eli McMahon.

OK, now,
that we can work with.

You got him?
- Yes, sir.

Driver is Dustin Hunt.

Wife is Donna.

They both live on the island.

They what?

Yeah, he works
in construction--

I mean, when he works.

He's in and out
of drug treatment.

He's got a long sheet.

I dug into his bank records.

Two big transactions a few
months ago from a pawn shop

in Queens.

All the while, Dustin is
stirring anger on social media,

stoking fear on the island,
rumors of some robbery crew

invading from the mainland.

And Dustin Hunt is
a frequent poster.

So our new pal here,
he robs his neighbors

and then whips them into a
frenzy to cover his own tracks.

Yeah, it worked.

Two days ago, they find Eli,
an outsider hanging around.

The perfect scapegoat.

Yeah, they grab him,
lock up the island.

All the while, the true
criminal was in their midst.

They're not gonna
like that story.

No, I don't think
they will, Kelly.

Maggie and OA's last
known communication

was from Tom Clifford's house.

That's four blocks
south of the marina.

Bravo team is gonna
maintain control of the marina.

The rest of us
are headed south.

All right, Jubal,
we're boots dry.

We're making our way to
the rendezvous point.

Gonna find Maggie and OA.

Shots fired!

10 o'clock.
- Man up!

Advance to cover!

That's our backup arriving.

Oh, God.

Jubal, we're under attack.

Get me a visual
on that shooter.

I'm on it.

Dani, Scola, is anyone hit?

No.

Any help from the
eye in the sky?

No, you're gonna have
to paint me a picture.

What do you got?

We're pinned down
here in the marina.

Multiple shooters.

Permission to engage?

If we take fire,
we return fire.

Go.

Let's move.

Scola!

- Are you hit?
- I'm fine.

The vest caught it.

- Jubal?
- Yeah?

Dani's been hit.

What?

Is she OK?

I think the vest caught it.

Let's move.
- You good?

Yeah.

Jubal, we are taking
heavy fire here.

Are we waiting for backup?

I need to trust your
instincts on this, Scola.

Either way, Dani,
you can hang back.

I'll get checked out once
we've got Maggie and OA back.

OK, just please be as
careful as you can.

Uh, uh, I need a minute.

You're out of time, Donna.

It wasn't supposed
to end up like this.

I know.
It's overwhelming.

You don't know what
we've been through.

Whoa.

I don't.

But I know that the things
you used to trust in,

like law enforcement, feel like
they're long gone right now.

We are FBI.

And we still have a job
to do to protect people.

And I'm not giving up,
not on you, not on anybody.

Come on, Donna, please.

You've got to let us go.

Please, so we can help you.

Donna?

I did nothing wrong.

I saved that boy.

- You're under arrest.
- He'd be dead without me.

- Let's go.
- Ready?

I guess so.

- ATF, listen.
- Jubal!

- What?
- I got Maggie.

Oh, thank God.

Maggie, are you OK?

For now.
We just freed ourselves.

We have Eli with us.

Sounds like a war
zone out here.

Where are we headed?

Yeah, yeah.

OK, so Scola, Dani,
and SWAT are working their way

south from the marina.

They are hitting
heavy resistance.

I know.
We can hear it.

OK, so can you punch through?

Meet up with the team two
blocks north for exfil.

I mean, we'll have to try.

OK, the town is
crawling with militia.

Are you armed?

We're down to one
pistol, five rounds.

Well, then you'll
have to do it quietly.

Oh, and last thing,
we found out

who's responsible
for those robberies,

the whole damn thing.

Dustin Hunt.

All right, get down.

My friends are
around the corner.

We have to get past them?

That is the only way we're
gonna get out of here, OK?

OK, stay tight.

Don't make a sound.

When I say--

OK, now, go.

Get down.

Get down.

OA.

Jubal, we've been exposed.

We need backup at the
bank on Main Street.

It's still a few blocks away.

Can you sit tight?

Not long.

Hold your fire!

No one else
needs to get hurt.

Just drop your weapons, and
come out with your hands up.

You hear what I said?

You drop it first.

Hand over the kid first.

That's not gonna happen.

You're surrounded.

You're boxed in.

I got more people coming.

Doesn't need to be
any more bloodshed.

What do you want to do?

I know we're outnumbered.

I don't want to surrender.

Send him out now.

Put down your weapons now.

Caleb, I respect that you
want to keep your town safe.

But it wasn't an
outsider that did this.

It was your friend
Dustin Hunt.

She's lying, man.

What is she talking about?

You're the one
who set the fires.

You're the one who robbed them.

We have video evidence.

She's lying!

Are you seriously gonna
listen to this bitch?

She doesn't care about me
or you or any one of us.

What is she talking about?

I have nothing to gain
from lying to you, Caleb.

What is she talking
about, Dustin?

Lower your weapons!

Dustin, lower your weapon.

Hey!

Maggie.

Dani?

Scola!

Scola!

Medical, medical, medical.

Who's got a kit?
Has anybody got a kit?

- I know. I know.
- Scola.

- All right.
- I'm sorry.

It's OK.

It's OK.

I thought the vest caught it.

- Easy, easy.
- I'm so sorry.

No, just relax.
Just relax, OK?

All right, I'm looking,
I'm looking.

It's OK.

Hey.

OK.

Hey.

Hey.

How you feeling?

I have, um--

I have definitely been better.

Ooh.

You look like you have
been put through it.

Long day.

Yeah, I heard.

How's the team?

Well, been better.