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before
checking in with the senator.

North side's clear.

South gate's not,
black pickup truck

with out-of-state plates.

It's been idling out there
for about 20 minutes.

You think we should
check it out?

Nah, neighbor's kid's
home from college.

Got home a few days ago.

Every morning around this time
he sneaks out to hotbox.

Those were the days.

What do you say? One more loop?

No, let's call it.

Let the day shift handle it.

Yeah. Sounds good.

Let's go.

What the hell is that?

Yeah, over by
the east tree line.

I'm calling in central.

Kelly?

Kelly? Kelly, honey?

Honey, where are you?

She's not in her room, David!

Where'd you go?

David, I can't find her!

She was just here!

I'm checking the den.

I'm here, Mommy!

Kelly!

She's in here. I got her.

Go, go, go!

Oh, my God.

Dad, what's happening?

Daddy!

Daddy!

Understood, sir.

As soon as I know more,
so will you.

That was the director.

This morning, a gunman broke
into Senator Hirsch's home

in Larchmont,
leaving three dead.

The senator?

She survived,
along with her daughter,

but her husband, David,
wasn't as lucky,

along with two
of her security detail.

Right, so it's like
Minnesota all over again.

Do we have motive?

Not officially,
but if you said it was

politically motivated,
I'd buy it.

Senator Hirsch
was supposed to be

on a flight this morning
to D.C. to vote

on a military budget amendment.

And of course,
that bill has both sides

of the aisle up in arms.

I've been following that...
the Veteran Care Initiative.

You'd think supporting
the troops would be an issue

that crosses the aisle.

Except defense contractors lose

when funds get reallocated.

And then maybe
the politicians they

support watch their
contributions disappear.

Right. Hornet's nest. Got it.

So have any other
senators been targeted?

No, not so far.

But Hirsch was
the swing vote here.

So we are thinking someone tried

to kill the senator to swing
the vote in their favor?

That is our
working theory, yeah,

but the director wants answers,
not theories, and fast.

He wants somebody's head today.

Then we'll get one.

I'll get the team
to the senator's house.

Yeah. I just need
to get by and...

FBI.

Excuse us, everybody.
Step aside.

Come on, guys. Thank you.

Excuse me.

It's starting to feel
like every day,

somebody's throwing
a new log on the bonfire.

Well, a senator attacked
the morning of a big vote,

somebody is wanting
to burn it all down.

Time to find out who.

Chief Mulroney,
welcome to Larchmont.

So what do we know so far?

You people ain't
dealing with an amateur.

Based on the surveillance I saw,

shooter was in and out
in less than two minutes.

5.56 NATO cartridges over here.

Most likely an
intermediate-range carbine.

Two, three...

Our entrance wound
is at heart level,

but the exit wound
is below the ribs,

meaning our guy had
to have taken a shot

from a higher vantage point.

Mm-hmm.

Like I said,
he ain't an amateur.

Sniper's nest definitely
narrows down his placement.

The victim was shot head-on.

It means he was
facing his shooter,

and the angle
of the body suggests

that the shot would have had
to come from this direction

somewhere in there.

I saw a blinking light.

It was in the tree
in the backyard.

It was weird.

Your men were well-trained,
so something or someone

must have lured them out.

That's probably what Kelly
saw... a mirror maybe,

something to reflect
the sunlight.

Kelly, can you tell
us what happened next?

Our alarm went off.

I screamed for my mom and dad,
but they couldn't hear me.

So I hid.

I looked everywhere.

By the time David found her,
it was just too late.

You did everything
that you could, Senator.

There was too many
risks coming at you.

You served?

David was a West Point man.

Fourth generation.

So was I. 75th Ranger Regiment.

We never crossed paths, but
I'm sure he was a great man.

The greatest.

Marina, can you?

David tried to protect us.

He even got an army buddy
to come and consult

on our security system.

We had to do something.

I thought it was a bit much,
but I guess I was wrong.

What do you mean by that?

Every person I help, there's
another out there that's

convinced I'm doing them harm.

And they let me know it.

Online threats?

For starters.

But also, we've been doxxed.

I've had people show
up on the property.

Who's been targeting you?

Second Amendment purists,
environmentalists, you name it.

OK.

On that subject,
we know that you're

supposed to be in D.C. today.

Yeah, well, if you're
asking if today's vote

is the reason we were
targeted, sure.

Add it to the list.

I guess it shouldn't surprise me

that even veteran care is
a controversial subject

these days.

Part of me hates the fact
that David risked his life

for anyone who'd disagree.

But the other part of me
knows that if he had to,

he'd do it again.

Well, you have our word.

We will do everything we
can to catch David's killer

and bring him to justice.

Looks like we got something!

Found the murder weapon.

Serial number is scratched off.

It's still loaded.
-Mm.

Well, if there were prints
or DNA on the murder weapon,

soil degraded them.

And the killer filed off
the serial number clean.

OK, so... so we can't get an ID?

I didn't say that.

He only filed off
the visible numbers.

But little-known fact,

the stamp always leaves
an impression

on the metal underneath.

OK, assuming from
that smirk on your face

you can recover it?

Via electrolytic acid etching.

If we swab the gun
with an electric current,

we can reinforce the
pre-existing impression.

Pull the number.

Look alive, people.

So the serial number on the gun
recovered at our crime scene

is registered
to a Peter Tedesco.

That's him? OK.

What do we know about him?

43 years old, white, 5'11".

Multiple ex-girlfriends accused
him of domestic violence

over a decade ago.

Prosecutors got one of
those charges to stick.

OK, it's a felony,
sure, but doesn't

necessarily scream political
assassination, right?

But he definitely has
the skills to pull off one.

According to his
socials, Tedesco

competes in long-range
sharpshooting competitions.

Gold medal from 1,200 yards,

1,200 yards?

OK, is he a height
match to our perp?

Comping Hirsch's
security footage.

Algo confirms 98.8% match.

OK, getting warmer.

What else, though?

We need this to be watertight.

Well, records show that Tedesco

tried to enlist
in the army but was

denied due to his DV charge.

And based on his W-2s,
he hasn't been able to find

steady work, either.

Yeah, I'm checking
his financials.

I mean, it looks
like he's living

off the prize money from these
sharpshooting competitions.

OK, so he's
rejected by the army.

He's bouncing around.

He's mad at the world.

Somebody draw me a line between
that dot and our senator.

OK, last night, he posted on
his socials about today's vote.

The senator is championing
a budget amendment

that guarantees veterans
housing and healthcare.

So that's, like, everything
Tedesco struggled

to maintain since the felony.

OK, so he took
her work personally?

Oh, definitely.

On his last post, he wrote,
"That bitch Hirsch deserves

everything coming to her."

OK, I asked for watertight.

That is damn close.

Do we have a beat
on his whereabouts?

Yeah, his phone is pinging
at his listed address.

All right, get our agents
and SWAT there right now.

Man down! Man down!

Get down!

Stand back!

That's a warning!

Who has eyes on Tedesco?

Second-story window.

Keep his head down.

You're with us. Go.

We're inside.

Stay away!

Do not come closer!

I got plenty more left!

A bullet for each one of you!

Augh!

This is what we call
open and shut, Peter.

Take a look.

These are all of your online
threats to Senator Hirsch

the night before
she was attacked

on three different forums.

We have the M4 that was found
outside her house in the woods.

Ballistics confirmed it
was the murder weapon.

And for the trivia fans,
it was registered in your name.

And lastly,
we have a surveillance photo

of you leaving her property
this morning.

Forensics confirmed
same height, same build.

You know where I'm
going with this, right?

Except that's not me.

Shooting at federal officers
doesn't really help

your case, either, Peter.

So I don't know why
you're being so coy.

Trying to kill the
senator is the only

real thing you have ever done.

Excuse me?

A wannabe soldier.

But the army didn't want you
because you beat up on women.

So you play pretend,

collect your little guns,
have your shooting games

on the weekends.

But deep down you know
that will never matter.

Senator Hirsch wanted
to give real soldiers,

people that sacrifice for this
country, what they deserve.

That's some fancy theory.

It's motive.

Sure.

I wanted that bitch dead.

I'll give you that.

And that's all I'll give you.

Because that's not me.

That's Molon Labe 227.

Molon labe.

Greek for "come and take them."

Every gun nut's favorite
rallying cry these days.

I don't know that
guy's real name,

but that's the handle he uses.

He messaged me on 8Chan,
said Hirsch was

an existential threat,
needed to be dealt with.

I agreed.

We were supposed to meet up
at a bar late last night.

Let me guess.

He didn't show?

I waited an hour.

Decided to call it
after two beers.

Then it gets fuzzy.

Mm. Of course it does.

I'm serious.

I was drugged.

Had to be.

One minute, I'm leaving the bar.

Next thing I know,
I'm waking up to find my place

tossed and my M4 missing.

Then I turn on the news.

I see the senator's
place had been attacked.

And that's when
you guys showed up.

And you want us to believe
that you were framed?

Check the signal
account on my burner.

It's all there.

And for the record,
if it was me,

I would have gotten
the job done.

That's awfully convenient.

We're not buying what this
wacko is selling, right?

JOC just confirmed that there
are messages between Tedesco

and his profile that he's
talking about, but so far,

no luck tracking it.

All right,
then let's humor Tedesco.

Let's get his consent
to run a tox screen.

Close the loop.

And if the loop
doesn't stay closed?

Well, then we've
got a bigger problem.

If Tedesco was being framed,
that means the senator

is still in danger.

I need to steal him.

Senator Hirsch?

I am SAC Isobel Castille.

I know that you have
met my associates,

Agents Bell and Zidan.

We didn't expect you
to go back to work so soon.

Well, the man who attacked
me wants to silence me.

I need to show him he can't.

While I admire your bravery,

I need you to stop
for your own sake.

Charlotte,
you should listen to them.

I'm sure you know Ron Widener.

Behind every great politician
is a great big wallet.

I prefer the term "cheerleader."

Of course, Mr. Widener.

We tried to tell her.

Just take a beat, huh?

The senate will
understand if you have

to delay the vote by a day.

Actually,
I don't think they will.

If I sit this one out,
they might very well proceed.

And without my vote,
the amendment will fail.

And all your support
will go to waste.

Apologies.

We're short on time.

My flight's about to leave.

Is there something
I can help you with?

Yes, and it will
only take a moment.

Senator, we believe that
the killer is still at large.

Well, what happened?

I thought he was in custody,
dead to rights.

Well, apparently,
our initial suspect

may have been incapacitated
at the time your family was

being attacked.

And we fear the real killer
will try and finish the job.

It's best that you stay
put in our custody.

Cain.

Ma'am?

Officer Cain, USCP.

Capitol Police has
been assigned to escort

Senator Hirsch to the vote.

We'll make sure she gets
there and back safely.

See?

I-I'm safe.

With all due respect, Senator,

until your husband's
killer is caught,

you should stay
here in New York.

Best for whom?

You want me to
stay in this house

where my husband was murdered,

look my daughter in the face
and say the bad guys won,

and I've been
intimidated into silence,

that her dad died for nothing?

We understand
your position, Senator,

so please understand ours.

If you insist on going,
Agents Bell and Zidan

will be escorting you to D.C.

Now until we catch this guy,
wherever you go,

so does the FBI.

Welcome, Senator.

Honored to have you
aboard Canto Airlines.

If you need anything at all,
don't hesitate to ask.

Thank you.

All the other
passengers are boarded?

Yes.

You hang tight.

I'll do a loop, make
sure everything's clear.

I could use an
extra set of hands.

Yeah, sure.

I'll make sure the
last rows are empty.

You think I'm being reckless
by attending the vote?

In my experience, the line
between reckless and brave

is so thin that you
can see through it.

What side am I standing on?

Your husband would
be proud of you, ma'am.

My husband would be furious,
but...

he understands that there's no
way I can skip this roll call.

I mean, this amendment
might not even pass,

even if I stood up.

But if it failed because
I chose to hide...

All clear, Senator.

Hey, Senator Hirsch.

Sir, you need to sit down.

Can I just say...

Step back.

Sorry.

Sorry, man.

I just wanted to
say to the senator

I'm sorry about what happened.

By rushing her after
someone attacked her family?

I don't think
that's what he meant.

Thank you for your support.

Of course.

Let's keep it moving.

Can't you read?

That says 17D.

This is 18C.

Is there a problem here?

Yeah, Grandpa's lost, and I just

want the seat that I paid for.

Is that a crime?

It's my seat, man, move.

Move.

There you are.

I thought this was 17.

It's all right.

Piece of advice,
let's not be a problem.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome aboard Canto flight...

A few ground rules.

I'll sit with the senator,
provide close protection.

You two are seated
up ahead to screen,

eyes peeled for any
signs of trouble.

You see something,
you report it to me.

No problem with that.

See you on the ground, Senator.

So the senator's flight
to D.C. is in the air.

That gives us 90 minutes.

Let's make it count.

Have we figured out where
our patsy, Peter Tedesco,

was roofied?

Toxicology report just came in.

Neurotoxin was a less
severe form of VX.

Based on its half-life,
the amount left

in Tedesco's system
suggests he was dosed

around 4:00 a.m. this morning.

Says the effects would be
almost instant, seconds.

OK, well, I pulled Tedesco's
credit card transactions.

He closed out a tab
at a bar in Corona

called Mark O'Brien's at 3:57.

OK, Ian.

Cueing it up.

Yeah, that's Tedesco, right?

OK, so he's leaving the bar at
3:59, not a hair out of place,

which means it should
be less than a minute

before we meet our killer.

What just happened there?

Scrubbing back to find out.

So what, he got drugged
inside the bar, I guess.

If he was, there's
no way to tell.

The bar only has
cameras on the exterior.

And you said the neurotoxin's
effects were instant?

They are.

Guys, this was
a brush pass, SVR-style.

Look,
baseball cap bumps our guy.

Scrubbing forward.

And look, he circles back.

He scoops up Tedesco.

It's not enough for
facial rec, unfortunately.

All right, well, that
explains how Tedesco got home.

Now we know where baseball cap
is heading next with our patsy.

Do we have eyes on the car
he used to get there?

No, if he's moving,
it's in blind spots.

Right, OK.

You know what?
Let's contact the bar,

see if anyone can help our
sketch artist come up

with an image
of our mystery man.

Meantime, this guy is not
making our job any easier.

So let's return the favor.

Coordinate with our
field office in D.C.

to get extra coverage on the
ground for our senator

in case he tries again.

Jubal, I got something.

Only music my ears want to hear.

Is it a happy song or a sad one?

Scary one.

Turns out that neurotoxin
used on our patsy,

it's an exact match for cases
in Norway, Brussels, and Cairo.

Every single one linked to an
unknown suspect associated with

several high-profile murders...

royals, government leaders.

All are still open
investigations.

You're telling me we have
an international assassin

on our hands?

Per Interpol, one of the best.

He's wanted in over
a dozen countries.

MI5 dubs him as Oslo.

It's for the elevator
massacre that happened

in Norway seven years ago.

Right, the prime minister and
his cabinet board an elevator

with no stops, and by the time
they reach the ground floor,

they're all dead.

Based on the ballistics, Oslo
was thought to have stowed away

in the building's elevator shaft

and shot them through the hatch.

If the guy's got
an MO, it's slipping

into places he doesn't belong
and killing without a trace.

This guy's a question
mark with a gun.

Let's pray we can
put a face to him.

Get everything to Maggie in OA.

Based on Oslo's résumé,
whoever hired him to kill

Senator Hirsch had to
have made it worthwhile.

He doesn't do anything
for less than 20 million.

With a price tag
like that, failure

is not gonna be an option.

We should expect company in D.C.

Senator?

Senator?

Senator?

What's going on?

That's what I'm
trying to figure out.

The senator said
she was lightheaded,

then it was a headache.

Now she's not responding.

Senator,
Special Agent Maggie Bell.

Can you hear me?

Excuse me.

We need to get in
here immediately.

I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm
not authorized to do that.

It's the senator, OK?

Don't get in our way today.

There's an emergency latch
behind the lavatory sign.

Coming in.

Hey, Maggie, I got Mosbach here.

He's looking at the
photos you sent.

Maggie, Neil here.

Did you or OA physically
touch the senator?

-No.
-Good.

Please refrain from any further
physical contact with the body

until we can get Hazmat
to clear the area.

Judging from the
symptoms and the residue

around the corners of her mouth,

it's likely that Senator Hirsch
was exposed to a neurotoxin

similar to Novichok.

How?

That's the
million-dollar question.

Neurotoxins,
they can be administered

through injection, ingestion,
or even simple touch.

And it can happen this fast?

Oh, yeah.

Exposure can be anywhere from
30 seconds to 30 minutes ago.

Each individual
reacts differently.

Our assassin isn't waiting
for us on the ground.

No, he's on his plane.

We need to keep the
senator's death between us.

We can't afford chaos up here.

Lock off the restrooms
and tell the passengers

the galley is off-limits.

OK, so whoever did this
is out there blending in

like any other passenger.

That's 189 suspects.

Attention all passengers,
please be advised

that the restroom at the rear
of the aircraft...

Put these on.

Mosbach said that
neurotoxin could be

passed through physical touch.

That's right.

So that means that our suspect
had to come in close contact

with the senator
while on this flight.

Exactly.

But between the three of us,
we can create a timeline

of every single person who came
in contact with the senator

in the last 30 minutes.

One of them is our killer.

All right, FAA,
get word of the captain.

We are landing that plane

at the Eastern Air Force Base,
yeah?

All right, so Maggie, OA,
and Officer Cain sent over

seat numbers of the passengers
who were in close contact

with the senator.

I want IDs on all
of them right now.

Yeah, we got the plane's
manifest with the identities

of everyone on board.

According to Maggie and OA,
the senator was in close

proximity to Derek Radler
in 18C, Carl Amerson in 17D,

and Brian Wheeler in 13C,

who offered his condolences at
boarding and shook her hand.

Two other passengers
chatted with Hirsch,

offering their support.

Patrick Hull in 22C,
Gabe Linton in 25B.

Both from Manhattan.

And lastly, Marcus Friedman,
the flight attendant,

handed her a water
20 minutes before she

went into the restroom.

OK, so one of these guys
has got to be Oslo, right?

So do any of them
fit the profile?

I think it's safe to say
we can eliminate Hull in 22C.

6'5".

Too tall to be a
height match for Oslo.

Good.

And... and Carl Amerson
in 17D, he's registered

as a wheelchair passenger.

OK, so two down, four to go.

Tell me something else.

OA says Derek Radler in 18C
behaved aggressively before

takeoff, but surveillance
at JFK places him

at the airport all morning.

He alibis out for the murders
at the senator's house.

Down to three.

25B, Gabe Linton,
is an Uber driver.

He was on shift driving
a passenger to Philadelphia

at the time of the shooting.

OK, and then there were two...

Brian Wheeler, Marcus Friedman.

Marcus Friedman was in the air

at the time of the break-in.

What do we know
about Brian Wheeler?

He shook hands with
the senator, right?

Got no clear alibi.

He's a height match
for our killer.

And he's a
pharmaceutical chemist.

So he would know his
way around a neurotoxin.

If anyone does on
that plane's manifest,

my money's on him.

Yeah.

He could have used the
senator's grief to get close.

Close enough to kill her
without anyone knowing.

-Can I get another napkin?
-Another napkin.

-Thank you.
-Yes, sir.

Anything else I can get for you?

No.

That's the JOC's prime suspect.

Well, what are we doing?

Let's go arrest him.

No.

If that assassin feels like
he's backed into a corner,

he could take this entire plane
hostage with the neurotoxin.

Copy.

OK, we're gonna ground the plane

at a nearby military base.

We will question him once
we get everybody off safely.

Wait.

Why are we descending?

What the hell's going on?

Hey, what's going on?

We're not in D.C. yet.

I've got to get back home.

My mom's in ICU in D.C.

I am sorry to hear
that, sir, but the captain

will explain shortly.

I don't want an explanation.

I want to land in D.C.

Sir, please take your seat.

If you won't tell the
pilot to land in D.C., I will.

Break it up.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, sit down.

What did I tell you?

Huh?

We're with the FBI.

We are landing early.

There's a medical emergency.

I need everybody to remain calm,

stay in your seats.

You OK?

It happens more than you think.

Sorry about that, sir.

Don't move.

Jubal, that was forensics.

The sketch is done.
-OK, great.

Show me.

All right, so there he is.

Wait.

Is he... is he a match
for Brian Wheeler?

No, no, it's not even close.

I mean, worse, it's not a
match for anyone on the plane.

That's impossible. Run it again.

And, Interpol, run this
sketch through your database,

see if we get a hit.

Long shot.

This is the first sketch
anyone's ever gotten of him.

So what are we thinking here?

Our bar witness got it wrong?

Maybe not.

Mossad report from 2019, they
found traces of an adhesive

used in facial prosthetics
in one of Oslo's hideouts

along with fingerprint moldings.

He's in disguise.

Mag, Maggie, Maggie.

I don't feel good.

I don't feel good.

Help me.

He needs to sit.

All right.

What happened?

I don't know.

Oh, my God.

My glove.

It's the cane.

The toxin's on the cane.
I touched it.

The senator touched it.
It's not Brian Wheeler.

It's the old man in 17D.

Watch my six.

Excuse me, can you take a
seat in the back, please?

Thanks.

I know who you are.

And I know what you've done.

I seriously doubt that.

You've been holding on to
that cane this entire flight,

and you wouldn't do that
unless you had an antidote.

You would not risk all
these passengers by shooting

a gun at 30,000 feet.

If something happens
to my partner and he dies,

I will end you.

What happened to your
partner was a mistake.

Hurry up.

You should know that I fully
intend to cash in this favor.

OA!

No, no, no, no, no!

OA.

Come on, OA.

Please.

OA, please.

Please, come on.

OA, please.

Ran your prints.

Came back to an Isaac Stoll.

One name of many.

Murdering a U.S. senator
is not a joke.

It's the death penalty.

Your life ends today.

So you might as
well start talking.

Death is a harsh penalty
after I've been so kind to you.

I gave you the antidote
to save your partner.

I deserve kindness.

Who hired you
to kill Senator Hirsch?

I know the law, Agent Bell.

The 5K letter, which
recommends sentence reduction,

is dependent upon the amount
of assistance the individual

provides the U.S. government.

Mm-hmm.

Trust me, my cooperation
will be invaluable.

First you talk,
and then I'll decide

if it's worth making a deal.

You know the
identity of my clients

is of great interest
to people here

in Washington and the Hague.

No, my deal comes first.

You're not in a
position to make demands.

You're still upset about
your partner, aren't you?

I need to speak to a higher up,

one whose judgment isn't
clouded,

one who will appreciate the
scope of what I'm offering.

Well, you got me.

And from where I'm sitting,
you're going down for this.

The AUSA wants to proffer
Oslo for what he knows.

What?

He murdered
a sitting U.S. senator.

And all eyes have
been on us ever since.

The AG wants to know
who ordered the hit,

and not just the hit on Hirsch,

all hits for the past ten years.

But we don't need to make a
deal to get that information.

We've ID'd him.

We can solve these
cases ourselves.

Maggie, we looked
into the assassinations

that Interpol believes he did.

His fingerprints and facial rec
ping back to a number of IDs,

including the one responsible
for booking the D.C. flight.

Well, one of those will
trace back to the payment.

Yes, and that paper trail

leads to a chain
of shell companies

designed to run us in circles.

We'll figure out who
benefits from Hirsch's death.

The JOC is making a list.

But without Oslo's cooperation,

that is all we have,
just a list, best guesses.

This guy is holding
geopolitical secrets, Maggie.

We need his confession.

OK. And he almost
killed my partner.

I can't stomach a deal.

Well, the AUSA has already
reached out to the magistrate.

Eva and Scola will run escort.

Are you jumpy?

Just never provided
rear security

for a high-value target.

That's all.

Things this guy knows, right?

The amount of people
he's killed for.

Exactly.

What would they do
to keep him quiet?

Hang tight.
Courthouse is right up here.

We're almost out of the woods.

I'm exposed here, Scola.

Scola, move!

Behind us.

Dispatch, agents down.

We need a medic.

He's not in here.

Oslo 1 o'clock.

Have PD set up a perimeter.

Scola, I lost him.

Get Oslo's description
to Port Authority,

Homeland Security, and CBP.

He is not getting away.

Anything?
-Nothing yet.

-What about you guys?
-I don't know, Jubal.

He just vanished.

We double-checked every camera.

Lost him.

Well, keep looking until
you get a different answer.

We are not giving up.

Hey.

Oslo is in the wind.

I mean, it's a manhunt now, but
he could be headed anywhere.

Well, we know one place he went.

This is Ron Widener.

I met him this morning
at the senator's house.

NYPD just informed
me that he is dead.

Same neurotoxin as the senator.

Ron Widener is the
billionaire that was

Senator Hirsch's biggest donor.

But why?

Without the senator,
the bill is not gonna pass.

Except Widener had
serious money tied

up in defense contractors.

He stood to lose a ton
of government funding

if the Veteran Care
Initiative passed.

OK, so publicly,
he supports Senator Hirsch.

All while secretly
plotting her murder so he can

swing the vote in his favor.

But then we catch his man, Oslo.

And he knew the guy
was gonna confess.

Exactly.

Widener knew that
testimony would

bring it right back to him.

So he hired guys to take out
Oslo to save his own ass.

That's why Oslo killed him.

And now we have to catch
him all over again.

Hey, sorry.

That took a minute.

I did manage to get
us some ice cream,

which I thought we could use.

Yes, we could.

Senator Hirsch really understood

what veterans go through,
the sacrifices we make.

She stuck her neck out for us.

She did.

She was a brave woman.

Yeah, that died for nothing.

Without her, the amendment's
never gonna pass.

Where's the win in that?

Hang on.
-The votes are in,

and, yes, it appears
the yeas have it.

We have a rare
unanimous vote here...

-It passed.
-Wow.

I guess she inspired them
to do the right thing.

I can't believe they
crossed the aisle.

They really honored her.

Do you want to tell me?

What?

Whatever it is you're
trying not to tell me.

It's Oslo.

He got away, didn't he?

He did.

I mean, the good news is,
now every intelligence agency

in the world has his photo.

Then it's our turn to honor her.

Next time he shows his face,
we'll be there.