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Please, no.

Please. I told you it wasn't me. Someone took it. I don't have it. I swear.

Why would I steal from you?

That's enough.

You're tough, kid.

But you ain't built for this.

So just tell me, where is it?

It doesn't matter how many times I say it, does it?

You already made up your mind.

Just do it already!

And this is our, uh, our bullpen, you know. We've got two desks, chairs.

Oh, phones.

They'll be sitting at this desk right here.

Maybe not that one.

You didn't tell her?

Oh, no, he did. I just, I didn't know it was her desk.

Well, Agent Rhodes, I mean.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Anywhere. Really.

Eva Ramos.

Stuart Skola. Yeah.

Right, so, so, Eva comes to us from Jersey. She graduated Rutgers Law with

honors. She was a prosecutor for the U .S. Attorney in Newark for five years.

Then she made the switch to FBI, cut her teeth on violent crime and narcotics.

What am I missing?

Well, guys can listen.

Yeah, it's like a parlor trick with this one.

Um, just so you know, things do come at you a little quicker this side of the

hood. Yeah, I remember.

I grew up in Health Kitchen.

Oh, and pizza's better in Jersey, by the way, so come at me.

Okay.

So if things are so peachy in Jersey, what brings you to 26th Street?

Need to change the scenery.

Hey, took you so long.

Traffic on the BQE was inspired.

What is this place? Well, usually a DOT made a plot, but more recently a private

body dump. Actually, lividity and blood splatter suggest the victim was killed

here roughly seven hours ago.

I'm guessing there's... No surveillance.

Any ID? If he had a wallet, it wasn't on him. Maybe that's what they were after.

I mean, I can't imagine anything like this much damage to somebody of a

You mind?

So, multiple blunt force injuries to his head.

Got zip ties on his wrists, and then his ankles are the size of grapefruits.

Possibly fractured.

You want to take a shot at the murder weapon?

Guess it's that.

Pipe.

Killer took his time.

Wanted him to suffer.

And then some.

You mentioned the ankles.

Swelling stops at death. It takes a half hour for the swelling process to

conclude. So they had to break his ankle 30 minutes before they finished him

off. Exactly.

So they were torturing him.

I wonder what for.

That's what we need to figure out. I'll have ERT run these tracks, see if we can

zero in on the killer's vehicle.

All right, so around 2 a .m. last night, this man was dragged out to the middle

of nowhere, bludgeoned to death. It appears he was tortured.

I'm guessing it's our job to figure out what the story is behind it. So, what do

we know?

Victim's fingerprints ID him as Darren Fraley, 23.

His father OD'd when he was 12. Mother died soon after. He's been in and out of

trouble ever since. Multiple convictions, assault, drug possession.

Okay, so not exactly a model citizen.

Still doesn't mean the kid is there to be beaten to death. Emmy found a maple

splinter lodged in Fraley's scalp. Came from the murder weapon, a baseball bat.

Okay, can we source it?

Available at any sporting goods store in the city.

ERT ran the tire traction machine against the CJIS footwear and tire tread

database. Results just came back. We're looking for a pickup truck pre -2015

American made. Okay, that's helpful.

But not helpful enough.

Hi.

Thank you, everyone. Thank you for your concern while I was away.

I sure am happy to be back, truly.

We weren't expecting you for a couple more weeks. Frankly, if I had to hear

Philip's analysis of emerging markets one more time.

Yeah, well, that's good to see. Yeah, you too.

All right, let's get back to work.

Yeah, yeah, you heard the boss. So what's Fraley been up to since his last

at Rikers? Seems he's been flying under the radar since the conditional release

last year. He's not the target of any active investigations.

Lockdown address is with his uncle, Sam Fraley, but that's out of date.

It looks like the uncle runs a wood shop in Bushwick. Well, if that's the best

we have, send a team to talk to the uncle.

We all did dumb stuff as kids, but never nothing to do with this.

Do you know who Darren was running with?

Or who would have wanted to hurt him?

Kid showed up last night at my house about 10.

Hadn't seen him in months, but there he was spinning out.

Said he was in and over his head with some bad people. You're supposed to

a bag for him. It went missing. He was on the hook for it. Did he say what was

in it or who he was holding it for?

I didn't ask.

And if he shows up needing a place to lay low, it's about as involved as I

wanted to get.

Right, but if he were to get?

Drugs. If Darren wasn't using, he was dealing.

So, this morning, when he wasn't at your place?

Figured he'd skip town.

Find whoever's looking for that bag. You'll find his killer.

Thank you.

All right, so before Darren was murdered, he was holding a bag for a

crew. Bag goes missing, he winds up dead. So what was in the bag? Who was

crew? That is not a lot to go on.

Sorry, did I imply there was a lot to go on? There is not. What we do know is he

was laying low at his uncle's house last night. Then he went somewhere and wound

up being beaten to death at 2 a .m. Let's try to create a timeline of

last movement after his uncle's house. Got something.

Yeah. Full cam footage from the street Darren's uncle lives on.

At 12 .07 a .m. on 1999, Ford F -350 pulls up. Okay, any chance those tires

match the crime scene? Working on it.

Positive match for make and model.

Can you zoom in?

Wait, that's Darren.

Thought he was afraid of these guys. Well, not this one, apparently.

Oof.

Maybe you should have been. Okay, that's not enough for facial rec, right? Too

dark, and it's halfway.

Okay, who's running the plates? Plates come back to a stolen minivan.

Wait a second.

Yeah, they just crossed the plate reader in Brooklyn.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here we go.

Hope you don't mind getting thrown in a deep end like this.

I was on Eustor for two years. Deep end doesn't scare me.

All right.

Looks like it's empty.

Think the killer ditched it?

Either that or they're holed up inside.

This is Special Agent Scholar requesting a SWAT team to my location.

We need some help clearing.

FBI, hands where we can... I'm on him.

Shots fired, shots fired. White male suspect.

With the warehouse headed north, go to inside.

Yeah, no, I couldn't take it. Why not?

I recognize the driver.

He's DEA.

Isabel.

Amy Ropak.

What brings you to 31?

Heard we bumped up against the DEA up in the field.

To be honest, we don't know what we bumped up against, but DEA or not, my

doesn't pull any punches, so we'll get to the bottom of it.

Right there?

That type of grid is exactly why you're my choice for ADIC.

Oh, that's interesting.

You'll have to pick a successor, of course, when you move upstairs.

What about Jubal Valentine?

I was worried you'd say that.

Word of advice, he wants your first move to be greeted with overwhelming

support. A name like Valentine's carries too much baggage.

Aren't you the one who said he stepped up in my absence?

He did his level best.

Jewel's exactly where he needs to be.

You Bureau guys are making a pretty bold accusation.

I'm telling you I know Bobby Galloway, okay? We worked to hire the task force

together out of Boston in 2016, and he was driving that truck.

Which puts your agent in the middle of our murder investigation. We need you to

make that make sense.

T .S. Cochran, if the DEA is withholding information that can assist us... Not

like that.

Okay, so explain why your agent is driving a truck we can place at our

scene.

You heard of an outlaw motorcycle gang called the Lost Sons? We've crossed

with that MC.

Bobby's been undercover with them the past 14 months. That's how long it takes

to gain their trust. They're also heavy into fentanyl.

We're trying to ID their supplier, stop hundreds of ODs from turning into

thousands on the East Coast. We have video of Agent Galloway abducting our

murder victim at gunpoint, not to mention aiding the escape of a suspect

fired on the FBI.

With all that, he must have reached out, told you what's going on.

He hasn't.

Okay, so doesn't that worry you?

Worry me how?

Then he might have switched sides.

Bobby Galloway's done more for the drug war than any agent I know. This is all

some misunderstanding.

Okay, then bring him in. Let him clear the air.

I can't.

When Bobby goes dark, he checks in with me, not the other way around. His rule.

Okay, so when was the last time he came up for air?

He missed his last three check -ins.

Okay. Thank you, too. Cochran, we will take it from here.

It would be great to get your perspective, seeing as you know this

You think it's possible that Galloway's been under too long, and now he's not

investigating these dealers, but he is one.

To tell you the truth, I don't know what to think just yet.

Well, you've got time to make up your mind right now. We need to find Agent

Galloway and bring him in.

Meet DEA Special Agent Bobby Galloway. He's the UC that brought down that Aryan

Brotherhood meth ring in 16 and the Irish mob's East Coast heroin operations

19. He specializes in long -range, deep undercover work. Commendations up and

down his file.

He's the real deal.

But today, he is a POI in a murder investigation.

Now, no one in this room likes making that accusation. So let's bring him in,

make sure he hasn't forgotten which side he's on.

The last time we dealt with the lost sons, they shot up a shelter to gain

with the Jalisco cartel.

After that, they went subterranean, face -to -face communications, rotating

burners when necessary.

So we can raid their clubhouse, we can check the tree on known locations, but

can't pinpoint Bobby with cell data.

What other angles do we have?

Bolo's out on the fort at 350.

Well, he's probably dumped that by now. What else? Agent Galloway doesn't have

social media, but his wife, Cassie, posted a crowdfunding page for their

-year -old son diagnosed with Fanconi anemia two months ago.

How does that help us? Well, once Silas was diagnosed, the family was screened

to see if they were a bone marrow match, and there are two insurance co -pays,

one for Cassie and one for Bobby. So he knew about his kid's medical emergency.

Which means Cassie had a way to reach him when he was under. Let's get a team

over there to talk to her now.

What's the deal with you and this Bobby guy? You worked at Passport together?

First post out of Quantico.

He took a two -bit hunch off some junky CI, turned it into something truly

actionable. He closed the case, helped me get a foothold in the Bureau.

He looked up to him.

Back then, I wanted to be him. We all did.

You see, work is a two -way street.

You can try and live two lives, but you stay under too long, people get hurt.

Cassie Galloway?

Special Agent Polon Ramos, FBI.

I'm sorry, I don't know how to contact my husband. Look around.

I'm on my own when he's under.

What is this about?

Is Bobby okay?

Well, we're trying to figure that out. Do you guys have a system, a way to send

up a flare in an emergency?

No. Bobby says it's for our protection.

Ms. Galloway, you know lying to a federal agent is a felony.

I'm not. You are because Bobby showed up at the hospital to test if he was a

bone marrow match for your son because you reached out to him.

We just want to know how.

Get out of my house.

You're not even DEA. I don't have to help you. Okay, Cassie, look, I've

with Bobby.

I know how much he sacrifices for the job. I know you both do, okay? But it's

looking like he's in some serious trouble. He's involved in a murder.

Murder?

Do you think he... It doesn't matter what I think.

Because there's a building full of people who believe that he flipped

Now, I don't want to believe that.

So that means that I'm definitely the guy that you want bringing him in.

There's nothing I need to do.

Way to work the wife.

Meant every word.

A few nights ago, I heard someone out here.

It was Bobby.

I knew something was wrong. He never comes home until an op is done.

So why the exception?

He told me he left something in here.

In case anything happened to him, it'd be our insurance policy.

I didn't look.

Whatever insurance policy was, I didn't want it in our house. But there's no

arguing with Bobby.

God, I think that's the back Darren Fraley was supposed to watch.

All right, well...

See what was so important that got him killed.

What is it?

Semtex.

It's a biker gangney plastic explosives war.

Bobby's sort of explosive.

In our home, with our son.

Kathy, I'm going to ask you again.

How do you get in touch with your husband?

He should be here by now.

Anytime I text that burner phone, Bobby's here within an hour.

We're only a few minutes past here. Let's let it play out.

Maybe you got spooks from the shootout.

Is that possible on Bobby exiting a cab on Furman Street?

Negative. Not him.

Wait.

Incoming? From the south side of Black Hoodie.

I see him.

Want us to move in?

Can't ID his face yet. Could be a decoy.

Probably are unless it's dead tight until I got a visual.

Sorry.

I know it's a risk to have you. Tell me so this is okay.

Yeah.

He's fine.

If he's fine, then why am I here?

Did you really kill someone?

I told you that.

That's Galloway. Move in.

I'm sorry, Bobby.

What did you do? I'm sorry.

Bobby Galloway, FBI.

You're under arrest.

Come on, man. We're on the same team.

Do yourself a favor. Shut your mouth.

and you helped a suspect who shot at us evade arrest.

I heard shot.

I didn't know who was shooting at us.

Us?

You are DEA. You're not a lost son. Unless he is.

I don't care how big you are. Say that again, I'll knock you out.

Bobby, you're only here because we have you abducting Darren Fraley and driving

him to the murder site.

And the bag that the lost sons are looking for, the one that got Darren

Your wife turned it over to us.

Cash, some text.

That's evidence.

You're smart enough to know that you destroyed the chain of custody when you

stashed that in the garage.

What happened, Bobby? Did you get tired of seeing the bad guys get paid? Is that

why you told your wife that it was insurance?

That's not what I meant. You know it. Did you kill Darren Fraley?

Do you think I don't know what you're doing?

How many times I've been on that side of the table? Just answer the question.

The lost sons are planning something big.

It's bigger than drugs.

Lives are in danger.

What are you talking about exactly?

I don't have the details yet. That's why you've got to take these off and put me

back in.

So you just want us to let you go and drop our murder investigation because

say that they're planning something imminent?

If you don't believe me, put me on the box.

Yeah, give me a little get comfortable in here. Let's see who does that better,

you or me.

What do you think?

I think it's his job to be convincing.

We polygraph him, we can get to the core of his story. Well, to respect, guy's

been under 14 months.

Probably hasn't slept in, what, half that? You box him, he'll blow it. Anyone

would, it'll be meaningless.

The polygraph is out.

What's in?

Let me take a run at him.

I know you.

Boston, right?

Don't need to do the dance, Bobby.

I know you made me the second you saw me this morning.

Yeah, you were the junior agent.

Aryan Brotherhood Task Force out of Boston.

What was that we used to call you?

It'll come back to me.

Well, here's a meatball down the middle.

Darren Fraley.

How'd he die?

I remember very fondly, in a room full of silver bags pounded in their chest,

you were the only one not afraid to ask questions.

Smart kid.

So why are you buying this story about me being dirty?

I haven't bought anything.

I want to hear your side of it.

You want me to say I killed Darren?

Is that a confession?

14 months trying to ID the lost son's suppliers.

Earn their trust.

A few more weeks, I could call in the gallery.

Go home.

Sleep next to my wife.

Tuck in my kid.

And Rick Vogel goes, and he changes everything.

Vogel? Club president, right? Did time upstate for attempted murder? Yeah. He's

out.

And he's gone all fire and brimstone talking about destroying the club's

enemies. I thought it was talk.

So what changed your mind?

A few days ago, Vogel sends me and Darren on a pickup.

It's nobody we've ever met, so I figured it's the club supplier.

Only this time it's not fentanyl.

It's Simtex.

We take it to Vogel.

He tells Darren to stash the bag. I couldn't let the club have the

but I didn't want the ATF or the FBI coming in and vulturing my bust.

So you took the bag from Darren to save your own op?

Yeah.

Nothing goes boom.

The op survives.

It's a win -win.

I trail the kid, take the bag, the explosives off the board.

Right?

I figure worst case, Darren catches a beating.

Vogel took it a different way.

So Vogel killed Darren?

Look, man, Vogel had me take Darren to the spot. I don't know what happened

after that.

Did I kill Darren Fraley?

No.

But any way you do the math, I am the reason the kid's dead.

I don't know what Vogel's got planned, but he's not backing down, and it's

happening today.

Rick Vogel, leader of the Lost Sons. According to Agent Galloway, Vogel plans

expand his club's influence by taking out its enemies. And when he does, there

will be collateral damage.

Yeah, I know details are sparse, but what do we know about the Lost Sons

In the last three years, they've gone toe -to -toe with the Blood Maces, the

Dead Eagles, and the Long Island Vandals, mostly territory disputes.

Okay, can NYPD stake out the known bases of all three emcees? On it. Perfect,

thank you. All right, in the meantime, Bobby will go back under Wired Up with

Dummy Sim Text.

Scola and Eva will be escorting him, ready to jump in if anything goes

If the Lost Sons are planning something that's drastic, they'll have eyes

everywhere.

Then we'll have more.

I want to see everything around the Lost Sons clubhouse. Security fee, traffic

cams. I'll take a nanny cam if you got it. 20 -20 vision, people.

All right, Bobby.

You've got a tight needle to thread.

It is not enough for Vogel to give up the target.

He has to spell out intent over the wire.

If you do that, you've made your case.

We won't move in until you have both.

Yeah, yeah.

This isn't really a yeah, yeah situation.

Look, you still trust me. I'll get you what you want.

All right, well, that changes distress words of daylight.

And here are your comps.

Yeah, that's where I draw the line.

Well, how do they communicate with you? You don't.

Look, these guys are paranoid. They'll spot that a mile away.

This isn't my first rodeo. Okay, you can relax.

Yes, Stu, he's seen what I do.

Still cocky. Let's stay focused, shall we?

Let's rock and roll.

Showtime.

Whatever happens, it's not on you.

What do you mean?

I know why you're worried.

Your old partner.

But everybody knows what they signed up for.

We were starting to get worried.

I was doing a little Christmas shopping.

You really shouldn't have.

The thing is, Bobby, you know I've never been in a gift.

Well, we're not taking it bad.

Something's wrong here. You're just making Bobby sweat.

Keep the school open, son.

Are we doing this?

We got to get him out of there. He didn't say that's stressful. Yeah,

he's too busy getting his head kicked in. How long does he rely on

punishment? If they wanted Bobby dead, he would be dead.

Get ready to move.

Come

here.

That's enough!

Get him up.

Where'd you find this?

At Darren's uncle's place.

Are you alright? The kid was lying to you?

He's trying to steal from you.

Well, you should have told me what you were up to.

I ought to send a few brothers with him.

Well, he stole the bag of my wands, right?

It's up to me to make it, right?

Bobby freaking Galloway, the guy that flicks.

Not out of the woods yet.

An example needs to be set.

Now, I can't have a brother disappear in the middle of a job.

Not with the feds buzzing around.

I had to get to the bag before they did.

Yeah, no, you did good.

But as it turns out, I don't need it anymore.

I thought you said you were doing something big.

Oh, I still am.

And when it's over, everyone's gonna know who's in charge.

Come on, Bobby.

Get him to spell it out.

Whatever it is, I want it on.

Are you sure about that, Bobby?

I'll do what needs doing.

I've proven that, haven't I?

There's nothing I wouldn't do for this club.

and Vogel are on the move.

They're headed west on Sutter Avenue towards Brownsville.

Copy. We're on it.

You see him?

Not yet.

Yep. They're heading north on Logan.

We have a visual. Copy that, Pursuit, but do not engage. We still don't know

Vogel's plan.

The advised, UC, and suspect have pulled over on Empire between Kingston and

Albany.

They're going inside.

The question is for what?

Okay, we've been in the dark too long. Vogel says he's going after his rivals.

I want to know who was in that building. Looks like the building's slated for

demolition. Cross -referencing the address with the lost son's intel we got

DEA and NYPD.

No connections.

Hey, wait up. I got something.

Yeah, let's hear it. Rick Vogel, he spent four years in Attica, right?

Attempted murder? What about it? Well, the ADA on that case was Oren Serhart.

Comes from a family of real estate developers.

His father is scheduled to break ground on a new project in that same complex.

The Serharts are scheduled to be there any minute.

Vogel's not going to war with another gang. He's going after the man who put

away. And he's going to take out his whole family.

What are we looking at?

Well, they're heading up the emergency stairwell.

And I don't like this. Our guy's unarmed.

Hey, what are we doing up here, man?

I didn't bring you up here to ask questions, Bobby.

Why'd you bring me out here, bro?

To enjoy the fireworks.

Where?

There's more than one way to make a bomb, Bobby.

You said there's nothing you wouldn't do for this club.

Take it.

Oh, you can just go. Bob was on the roof.

Cell phone trigger. We're moving in.

All right, listen up. Vogel must have acquired a new set of explosives, and

are in place, so we need to find this bomb. Got something.

Yeah? Security footage from where Serhart's set to be. This was earlier

Oh, that's Vogel. Driving an Ambo that was reported stolen this morning, leaves

it there, walks away, staging it for the big event. The bomb has to be inside.

Give me a live piece.

There's got to be 100 people down there. If that bomb goes off... We won't let

that happen.

Take it, brother.

Take it, Bobby.

Just take it.

That's it, Bobby.

There's the van. We don't have enough time to wait for a taxi. We're going to

have to defuse it ourselves.

No, no, no, Maggie.

You've got to get everybody out. I got it.

Go away.

Go. I got it.

I need everybody to stay calm.

We need to evacuate to the nearest street right now.

Please go right now.

Sarah Hart's getting up on that stage any second now.

People are going to remember this day.

Evacuate immediately.

Go. Please stay calm.

Somebody must have tipped them off.

No, we can't wait.

Blow it. Blow it. Blow it now. There's innocent people down there.

That's what we're about.

Go, go, go.

Wait, what the hell is going on?

Idiot, Sarah. I need you to take your family and go to the New York street

now.

I got eyes on the explosive. There's enough material here to level a city

Give it here.

Give me that.

It was you.

Wasn't it, Bobby?

You typical.

O .A., I got Ian here. Can you give us a visual?

Here.

O .A., you've got to locate the power supply. Anything with enough juice to

complete the circuit and make that thing go boom.

Any of these things could be a power supply, Ian. No, no, it's got to be

Watch out for the tilt switch. If you disturb the component, you could trigger

the device.

Set.

They rigged it.

All right, keep trying.

Toss fire! Toss fire! On the rooftop! Toss fire!

I've been better.

Ian, what about this?

That's fluorescent light ballast.

Cut the wire that connects it to the bottom of the black box.

Okay.

It's now or never.

Black, brown, or blue. Your choice.

Blew it in.

Okay. Good choice.

It's over, Rick.

Your friends know what you did last night, Bobby.

Because there's blood on your hands too, brother.

He went for the gun.

He's gone.

Hey. You couldn't have just come back on, like, a summer Friday, huh?

Guess not.

So these rumblings, is it true?

Assistant director in charge.

Well, it's shaping up that way.

I mean, that makes sense.

I guess I'd like to say that not that filling your shoes would be an easy

but if it were to come up, it could be something I'm interested in.

You want to put your hat in the ring for S .I .C.? Yeah, I mean, I know you have

options. I'm not taking anything for granted, but, yeah.

Listen, I have to run. I can hear Philip pacing in the foyer.

Night.

Night.

Bobby? Look who showed up.

Hey, give me a second, okay?

Come on, buddy.

Made sure your button cam was facing away, but you didn't account for the

security cameras on that roof.

Vogel never went for your gun, Bobby.

That's an execution.

Who's seen this?

Nobody yet.

I thought I'd get the story from you before I ran it up the ladder.

Most of what I told you that night is true.

I picked up Darren. I took him to Vogel.

I thought the rest of the MC was going to be there. I thought the kid would

a beating.

I got to the lot. Vogel called an audible.

Who did you against the kid?

He held the bat out to me and said if I wanted to live, I

had to prove my loyalty to him and the club.

So I... You took it.

And you murdered Darren.

I chose my family.

I chose my son.

I chose all the people we saved.

So, knowing what you think you know now, what would you have done? And you

killed Vogel to cover up what you did. I killed Vogel because he deserved to

die.

Back in Boston.

First day of that task force, you came to me, and you'll remember this, you

to me, and you asked me to take you down the rabbit hole.

You said you wanted to be a career UC.

I remember that, yeah.

You laughed, and you said I'd make a better Boy Scout than an undercover.

That's why I gave you that name, Boy Scout.

Because that's what you are.

That's why you're gonna do what you're gonna do

You

mind

if I go kiss my son goodbye

Hey.

When I told you that I needed a change of scenery for my last job?

Yeah.

I kind of lied by omission there.

I was in a relationship with someone at my field office.

Okay.

Bad breakup?

You could say that.

Right now he's at MDC pending trial for conspiring to bring down the FBI.

Are you kidding me?

Mm -hmm. How long were you together?

Six months.

But we were partners for years.

I was done.

I didn't know who I could trust.

Almost lost faith in the job.

Almost.

So when I heard that there was an opening here, the team that beat

put in for a transfer because I knew that this was where I needed to be.

I'm not sure. Don't ever doubt what you do here.

Because it's him, it's our conscience.

That's who you.