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Officer Drew died in surgery.

He'll be honored here.

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

Andrej Sobol, Belarusian born, Moscow trained.

The guy is extremely dangerous.

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

and they know exactly when we're coming?

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

The last image I would like to see

is destruction…

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

LAPD! Everyone out!

Everyone clear out! Clear out!

Everybody evacuate. Move, move, move!

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

Holy shit.

LAPD!

Drop the phone! Hands in the air!

Everybody down! Everybody down!

Shit.

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

-Let's go. -Come on.

-Move! -Move, move!

Out of the way!

Hey, you can't be in here.

Federal agent! Get out of here now!

Go!

Move, move.

Get behind me.

Oh, fuck.

Come on. Not now. Not now.

Volchek, freeze!

Ow!

Oliveras!

Oliveras!

Girls.

Keep your eyes on your mother, okay?

Let's go.

Damn it.

God.

Hey. Hey, hey.

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

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

Hey, hey. Come on, we gotta go.

-Forget me. -Are you hit?

Get Volchek!

Fuck you.

Bell, 11 o' clock.

Do it.

♪ Hey, uh ♪

♪ I'll put the fear in your master ♪

♪ Hey, uh ♪

♪ Yeah, I put the devil to shame ♪

♪ Hey ♪

This is Meachum. One tango down. Rooftop secure.

Oliveras non-critically injured.

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

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

♪ Hey, uh ♪

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

♪ Hey ♪

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

♪ Ba ba, ba-da-da-da-da-da ♪

I'm very proud of everyone here.

You showed that

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

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

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

And it has been my sincere honor…

To have led you.

Now, here's the hard part.

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

everybody goes their separate ways.

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

in whatever iteration that may be,

we're gonna be better partners, better investigators

because of the people around us.

Because of the people in this room.

This one's coming with me.

Sir, can I just say that, uh…

Even when we were cursing your name...

Mostly me. Um…

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

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

We'd follow you anywhere.

Thank you, sir.

It's been a pleasure.

-Sir. -Take care, man.

-Good work, Shep. -Thank you.

Well done. Really.

Thank you.

♪ I know you're sleeping by now ♪

♪ I'm still up walking around ♪

♪ The walls of my skull bend backwards ♪

♪ And in like a labyrinth ♪

♪ I knew I was wasting my time ♪

♪ Keep myself awake at night ♪

♪ 'Cause whenever I close my eyes ♪

♪ I'm chasing your tail lights ♪

♪ In the ♪

It's over?

♪ Dark ♪

Yeah, it's over.

You got him?

Yeah, we got him.

Mmm.

How did you know?

-You had that look. -Mmm.

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

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

Absolutely.

Uh-oh. Dad's home early.

Here comes trouble.

Listen, I wanna hear about this field trip.

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

Be quick.

You all right?

I am now.

Okay, now don't get mad.

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

Ah. Don't worry about it.

Thank you.

-Thank you. -Enjoy your meal.

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

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

DC.

-Wow, really? -Yeah.

Okay. How'd that happen?

They just needed somebody with serious computer skills

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

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

Why, thank you.

Oh, my God. This place is so cute.

Oh, God.

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

Molly. Hi.

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

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

Hi.

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

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

You must be the famous Agent Bell.

Oh, wow. Uh, yeah. Famous?

What my sister tells me.

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

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

Uh, no. Nope.

-Just colleagues. -Oh. Okay.

Well, I was just asking.

Anyway, uh, it was nice to meet you.

Mm-hmm. Mmm.

He's hot.

Yeah, sorry about that. Uh…

No, no, no.

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

Yeah, she is something.

Um.

Since you're staying here…

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

She just has a way of finding trouble.

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

Appreciate it.

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

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

and turn it over to someone who does?

Which is Julio Beltran.

Great. Sure, yeah. But just…

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

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

Stuck in a hospital bed. Instead of…

Instead of? Instead of what?

Getting in my truck. Okay?

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

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

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

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

Months ago.

I did. And that's okay.

I'm fine. It's fine.

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

Look, you want to talk about fate?

We just changed the fate of this entire city.

Maybe the fucking planet.

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

-Okay. -Come on, okay.

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

Yeah, sorry that took so long.

I wanted to confer with a couple of colleagues.

What does that mean?

Uh… No, your…

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

There's experimental CAR T-cell therapy for glioblastoma

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

Now, they're associated with…

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

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

and we're energized by the results.

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

Hmm.

Meachum.

What are my odds?

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

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

Yeah.

Okay.

I can get the paperwork started?

Sure.

That's great.

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

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

-Hey, uh… -Oh, great, he's back.

Like a bed sore.

Pretend I was never gone.

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

-What? -Yep. I had first dibs.

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

Not anymore.

Sergeant.

Whatever you did in that hoity-toity task force,

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

I don't know fancy words like meritorious,

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

you deserve it.

You're a hell of an officer.

Thanks, sir. Thank you.

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

All set? Here he comes. Okay.

Congratulations, honey.

Thank you, baby.

Ah, Agent Bell.

Congratulations on all your success.

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

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

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

Task Force Hurricane investigation?

My understanding is that investigation is closed.

How is it that the Iskander Paramilitary Group knew

that LAPD SWAT and our task force were coming?

I don't follow.

We were pretty much flying around wherever the case took us

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

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

And their lawyer greeted us the moment that we breached.

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

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

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

What the fuck are you saying to me?

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

So I did a little digging around.

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

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

So I backtracked those payments from your personal bank accounts.

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

And they matched exactly the amount and the day

that Yuri Volchek made contributions to unknown accounts.

Now let me tell you my hunch.

My hunch is…

You're a goddamn useful idiot.

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

because if you are, DA Valwell,

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

What I do know is…

You're under arrest.

-Yes, sir. -Hands behind your back.

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say

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

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

one will be provided for you.

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

Oh, look who it is.

How you been?

You know, same old, same old.

Aren't you starting treatment tomorrow?

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

Doctor said that was cool?

I wasn't going to risk asking him.

Then I'll join you.

Great.

Movie trucks on this street, huh?

Parked right all along there, yeah.

-It's crazy. -Damn.

What's this?

Hmm.

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

as you begin your medical journey.

Uh-oh.

How did you find this?

Googled the hell out of it.

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

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

I, uh…

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

-Tomorrow? -Yeah.

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

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

So I can…

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

No. No, no way.

No, you gotta get back at it.

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

I would never do that.

Look, I'll be honest. I, um…

I'm not used to…

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

So thank you. It means a lot.

You want me to stay the night?

Listen, uh,

I would love that. I really would.

But…

But…

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

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

Well, I have some idea.

Yeah, I guess you do.

But this is what I know, okay?

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

A lot of shit.

And if…

…when…

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

I really want to try and do things right.

Yeah.

I support that.

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

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

Yeah. I agree.

♪ I know you're sleeping by now ♪

♪ I'm still up walking around ♪

♪ The walls of my skull bend backwards ♪

♪ And in like a labyrinth ♪

♪ In the ♪

♪ Dark ♪

♪ In the ♪

♪ Dark ♪

♪ In the ♪

♪ Dark ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

There he is.

Oh, shit.

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

Wild horses, man.

You guys didn't have to do this.

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

Okay. Yeah.

There it is. All right.

-So this is your fault. -Well.

Noted.

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

It means a lot.

Just get yourself well.

That's the plan.

Mr. Meachum. You ready to get started?

Okay. All right.

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

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

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

You're a good fucking team.

♪ Sat and watched you drive away ♪

♪ Oh, I just said… ♪

♪ …said nothing, said nothing ♪

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

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

♪ I won't think of anyone else ♪

Fitzgerald.

-Kim. Hey. -You look like shit.

Do I?

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

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

Mainly because Connelly assigned me the muzzle pile.

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

why it's called the muzzle pile?

I'm sure you're about to.

You know those 50-gallon wine barrels

-they make out of oak? -Okay.

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

These threats are literally the bottom of the barrel.

And I'll tell you a secret,

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

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

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

Or some grandma in Sacramento writing a mean letter to FLOTUS

because she wore the wrong dress in Newsweek.

I don't think Newsweek actually exists any more.

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

And… …it never ends. Look.

Unless you get protection detail.

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

I just got it.

What?

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

Got Hyacinth.

-No shit? -No shit.

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

Can I get you some coffee?

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

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

Yep.

Yes, hello, this is Patricia Perez.

I am working at Hammerhead Cabins in Sugarloaf.

Hello?

I… There is a man here. Cabaña seis.

I don't know his name.

He has guns and maps and very strange drawings.

He has pictures of the President of the United States

and, like, other government people.

It's scary.

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

so I looked up the number and called.

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

The inbox is full. Goodbye.

I looked up the number and called.

I looked up the number and called.

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

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

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

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

Knock yourself out.

Okay. Yeah.

♪ That's a televised mind ♪

♪ That's a televised mind ♪

♪ That's a televised mind ♪

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

♪ That's a televised mind ♪

♪ That's a televised mind ♪

Hello?

Anyone home?

US Secret Service!

Anyone home?

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

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

and backup from San Bernardino County Sheriff's Office.

Possible homicide.

Female. Latinx.

No, ma'am. Sharp force trauma.

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

Oh, Jesus.

Sir, Assistant Director Tostrud wants you upstairs. Immediately.

So you made sergeant, huh?

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

I jumped when I heard about this.

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

-Ha ha. -Hey.

-Shepherd. -Bell.

-Hmm. -How are you doing?

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

-Good, good. -Yeah?

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

Heather, who's he in there with?

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

Let's get started.

-Hey! -Ha, ha, ha.

Heard you had quite the journey.

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

So, I'm not complaining.

Yeah. You feel 100%?

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

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

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

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

You guys seen Oliveras?

Hey, guys.

All right.

The problem with being good at your job is

the powers that be tend to notice your work.

The seventh floor in DC asked me

to reassemble the members of Task Force Hurricane

to investigate and neutralize a new threat.

I want to thank each of you for returning.

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

that you gave me last year.

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

He's going to bring you up to speed.

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

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

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

who reported discovering guns and suspicious material

at a remote rented cabin in Sugarloaf

along with what she said were photos of POTUS.

She phoned in the threat to our general tip line

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

-Manifesto was hidden on the scene. -Jesus.

Yeah. We sent it to DC.

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

But no definitive results yet.

How is that possible?

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

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

Plus remnants of pages that had been scattered

in the ashes around the fireplace.

LA Field Office plus Quantico worked round the clock

to reassemble one of the pages.

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

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

of the Governor of California, George Shelby.

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

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

You said, uh, President Hanover too?

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

though we found no evidence of this on the scene.

So she confused the Governor with the President?

We don't know.

What did forensics say about the murder scene?

We had a full evidence response team process the cabin

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

I mean everything.

Pretty strange for a rental cabin.

Which of course only elevates the suspicion here.

Fitz is joining the team.

Possibility that the President is a target

means that the Secret Service will be very closely involved.

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

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

for jurisdiction and credit.

I don't give a shit.

Our new designation is Task Force Armor.

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

in cold blood,

and to determine whether or not

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

Nice job. Bell.

Fitz.

-Hey. Shepherd. Hi. -Oh.

Hey, boss.

Thanks for having me back.

Listen, uh…

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

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

Oliveras is off hunting Emiliano Molina in Matamoros.

I contacted the DEA.

They can't spare her.

Okay.

Well they have run LingoSleuth and CipherDecoder.

Plus some beta software the NSA developed

so at least we're starting with a framework.

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

Yeah, except this guy is making his own hieroglyphs.

Right.

But I fucking live for puzzles.

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

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

Um…

I did want to tell you about Molly.

What about Molly?

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

Yep.

Yeah. Let's go.

Um. When we get back.

What…

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

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

Actually my other brother Liam was also in med school.

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

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

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

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

kept saying how great it was.

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

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

That's a pretty interesting path.

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

-Hey, Fitz? -Yeah?

-You go by Fitz, right? -Yep.

Any other agents ever tell you you talk a lot?

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

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

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

Like if you're on protection detail,

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

Right. Got it.

Right through here.

So, Patricia Perez was found here.

Manifesto was hidden over here.

Um. Okay. All righty.

Oh.

Where we at with the owners of the cabin?

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

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

Beruang owns several properties in the western US.

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

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

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

Hey, fellas.

Holy shit.

I'm going down.

Jesus.

Lights.

Our killer did his homework.

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

He's running!

Foreign corporations and politics can be tricky.

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

The man who committed that murder is also threatening my life

and the life of the President of the United States.