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-He's trying to blow the fuel tank. -Do it.

The mission's over. Everybody goes their separate ways

but we're gonna be better because of the people around us.

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

If I make it to the other side,

-I really want to try and do things right. -Yeah.

Would you mind just keeping an eye on her?

-Yeah, sure. I'll check in. -Appreciate it.

Doc signed off on my fit for duty exam, so here I am.

Fitz is joining the team.

Our mission is to find who murdered Patricia Perez

and to determine whether or not

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

Right? See... Now this is exactly what I'm talking about.

The haves, they aren't contributing

and the have-nots are just getting squeezed like lemons.

And society doesn't even pretend to care anymore.

No, no, no, no, we have to have our gizmos.

No, no, no. We have to have our gasoline and our oil.

No, no, no. We-We don't want basic goods and services

at an actual brick-and-mortar store.

You buy it online! You don't have to talk to a person that way.

Feels like we never have the ball.

Always clutching scared.

So, then, what?

We just fire everyone? Go back to zero?

We gotta do something.

I can't watch anymore, I'm telling you. I'm done.

Every Sunday you're done.

Even when we win, you're done.

It's all about effort.

The players aren't taught to respect the game anymore and that's...

So, the cabins were built in the 1950s due to their proximity to the caves.

But tourism to the caves was shut down after there were two collapses in 1981.

Now the cabins are used by outdoors men, hunters, fishermen, that type of thing.

Our killer did his homework.

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

All he had to do was break through two feet of foundation and rock.

And depending on the method he used,

could've been six months to a couple of years.

But why didn't he just buy the cabins?

Couldn't afford it, Singaporeans got it, who knows?

What about the gun?

AI AXSR. Flat bottom, six-lug... ...magnum-linked action, key slot mounts.

It's the best sniper rifle in the world.

-Damn. -A hell of a weapon system.

A British soldier recorded kills of, uh, two Taliban combatants

over 2,700 yards away with that gun.

-Double damn. -Yeah.

But it is a foreign rifle, so we might be able to...

Our at-large suspect obliterated the serial number.

-Fuck. -We need a name for this guy.

This suspect.

Todd.

What? Why not Todd?

-Fine. Todd. -Great.

Shepherd, where are you at with the owner of the cabin?

As Bell alluded to, Singaporean national Kieran Teo.

He agreed to meet us at his office in Century City

-and speak through an interpreter. -Lawyer?

-No. -I'll lead that interview.

Hey, the cat's done some dragging.

Oh, you don't know where to start without me.

It was worth the look on your faces.

Thanks for bringing me back, boss.

Yeah, I had a five-minute conversation with the DEA SAC.

-Ah. -Your skills were wasted on him

so I requested your reassignment.

-I appreciate that. -Don't make me regret it.

That's Fitz over there. Secret Service, LA Field Office. You know everyone else.

I read over all the homicide materials this morning on the plane.

So, ready to jump in with both feet.

Good.

Fitz, bring us up to speed on Todd's suspected targets.

Right.

Uh...

So, Governor George Shelby, 52, two years into his second term.

As I'm sure you know,

has made it clear he plans to mount a presidential campaign in the next cycle.

Unless he wins the nomination, he will not be afforded Secret Service protection.

POTUS has been alerted to the original voicemail

where Patricia Perez mentioned him by name.

And the service is acting accordingly.

POTUS is currently overseas in Saudi Arabia

but he does have a West Coast fundraising swing at the end of the month.

The directors of both the FBI and the USSS would like the sniper caught before then.

We all would.

-Thank you, Fitz. -Okay.

Okay, Meachum, bring Oliveras up to speed. Then go interview Kieran Teo.

Fitz, my office.

We need to coordinate a field response for wherever this investigation goes.

Let's go!

-How are you feeling, Meachum? -Like Lazarus.

Yeah? No headaches?

Just this guy.

Hey. Ryan Fitzgerald, Secret Service.

Amber Oliveras, DEA.

Yeah. No, I've heard a lot about you.

Mostly that you're nails and that your interrogation skills are off the charts.

You improvise with the best of them, know how to get a perp's head spinning.

I... I mean, that's what he told me.

Okay. All right. That's... I didn't say all that.

No. Course you didn't.

-No. -No.

-Uh... Anyway, good to meet you. -You too.

I'm here if you need more details on the case.

I got to, uh... Okay.

He's really excited to be on a task force.

Oh, yeah. I can see that.

Yeah. Clearly, doesn't remember things that I tell him either.

You said all those nice things about me.

-Okay. -That's cute.

Hey, uh, what's the deal with...

I think he had a thing for her. Then he had a medical procedure.

But I don't fucking know, bro.

Fitz.

Hey, have you talked to them yet?

-Hmm? No. No, I'm about to call. -Okay, great.

Oh, while you're at it, um, I am in the market for a new hand cannon.

-Desert Eagle 50 cal. -You got it.

Oh, uh, before all this popped up,

you were gonna tell me something about Molly.

Oh, okay.

Um,

I see what's going on.

It's not a big deal.

Yeah, you wouldn't be the first friend to get with her, so...

No, no. No.

Um, Molly's hanging with some pretty heavy-duty drug players.

-What? -Yeah.

I, um, I swung by her place a couple of times,

just to check on her, like we said.

And, uh...

Well, there's a new element in her duplex.

Pretty sketchy. Low rent.

Wait... ...I'm trying to understand. Wh...

-When... -I'm not dating your sister, okay?

No, no. I'm saying when did you notice this drug situation?

It was about a couple of weeks ago.

-And I... -A couple...

I didn't want to say anything to you until I felt sure of the vibe.

Okay.

Um.

-Why am I just hearing about this now? -You asked me to check on her.

-I know. -That's all I did.

-Thank you. Thanks. -I'm just doing what you asked me to do.

Okay.

So, you and the doctor, huh?

Julio.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

We're trying to give it a shot.

Well, that's good.

It's good. Yeah.

Good.

Yeah, I haven't really slowed down myself.

What does that mean?

You know, just when you face death like that, you, uh...

you wanna do all the living you can.

I mean all the living.

With whoever you can. More than one whoever.

Gross.

It's not gross. It's just human nature.

Well, it is. You know what?

This is exactly what I thought was gonna happen.

-You thought? Sure. -You start feeling better,

you start feeling yourself a bit. You go back to being the pig you were before.

I'm not the one who took whatever this could've been

and chucked it out the fucking window.

Look at that, we're here.

You are here to speak with Mr. Teo?

Yes. Detective Mark Meachum and this is Special Agent Oliveras.

-We have an appointment. -Yes, I understand.

I am Venetia Lim. And I will serve as Mr. Teo's interpreter.

-Great. -Will you follow me, please?

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Teo understands that you are police officers

here to ask questions about the unfortunate death

at one of his properties.

Actually, I'm a special agent. He's a police officer.

-Detective. -Oh, police though.

Mr. Teo, we appreciate your cooperation.

Uh, a woman employee

was murdered inside cabin six...

...at your Hammerhead property in Sugarloaf.

Please ask Mr. Teo how long he's owned the property.

Uh, 15 years.

And when was the last time that you were there?

A couple years ago. He has employees who manage the properties.

Okay, we just need to see... We... We need the names of anybody

that rented the cabin over the last decade.

He will be happy to provide it.

There will be no further answers and no more cooperation.

Sorry, who the... Who the fuck are you?

Beruang Holdings is partially owned by the People's Action Party of Singapore.

And neither Mr. Teo, nor anyone on site

is authorized to answer any further questions.

-You gotta be fucking kidding me. -Hold on a second.

Respectfully, we just need a few minutes with Mr. Teo.

If you have subpoenas,

we will ask that our lawyers have a moment to review them.

If not, you may negotiate with the PAP directly

through our consulate or embassy for cooperation or compliance.

Mr. Teo is no longer available.

So, how you doing?

Fine.

How are you really doing?

-You seen Kaplan or Croudis? -Nope.

You seen anybody?

You.

When are you planning on coming back to work?

I have a few more weeks left of SL.

Right, but this is what I'm trying to tell you.

-Mm-hmm. -It's not gonna look good for you

if you take the whole time.

Joel Zimmerman.

He burned through his AL and his SL.

And we even donated some of our sick leave to him.

He took the whole drop, down to the very last day, and that was it.

You know what happened?

-Never got promoted. -Mmm.

Do you hear what I'm saying to you?

I'm not saying you are, but if you become known as a malingerer,

that's it.

Like, that's your career.

That's...

I'm just saying. I'm...

Yeah, then these, uh, buttoned-up government motherfuckers,

they waltzed right in and they shut the whole thing down.

That's how it happened.

This guy was about to give us carte blanche

to look at all of his records.

And then they frog march him out of there and it's good night and good luck.

They deferred us to the consulate if we want to discuss further.

Yeah. Foreign corporations and politics can be tricky.

Which means

I'm gonna take off the gloves and see what shakes out.

Good. Fuck them up.

-Meachum, Bonnie's? -I'm buying.

-Hell yeah, I'm in. -You coming?

I'm gonna stay on this mound of forensics coming out of the...

-Hey, Fitz? -Yeah?

You're gonna learn on a task force that there are times

when you gotta barrel ahead 24-7.

-But tonight is not one of those nights. -Mm-mmm.

The boss, he's gonna shake some Singapore trees.

Until that happens, we can't move forward with the rental identities.

So, here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna come out and you're gonna have a drink with us tonight.

Then you're gonna go home, you're gonna get whatever sleep you can.

And then tomorrow, you'll come back and work on that "mound of forensics."

-Fine. -Good answer.

What about you?

Oh, I can't tonight.

-What? Huh? -Let's go.

Fitz, you single?

-Uh, yeah. -Yeah?

I mean, I've had plenty of girls... Ladies.

Oh. Yeah, well, me too. Feels good, right? Not to be tied down.

Hey, we're hitting Bonnie's.

Oh, um...

Okay.

I kept an eye on your sister but I wasn't close enough.

For that I apologize.

And she still hasn't texted back, so...

Oh. We'll call her from the bar.

You guys have fun.

-See ya. -See ya.

In here.

I made DoorDash.

Did you get the polenta?

-Glad you're back. -Me too.

Man, they run you around, huh?

Never a dull moment.

Nope.

Yeah, when I was in med school, I had to pull three straight 24-hour shifts

in the ER and things were jumping.

Gang shootings, impalements... ...the works.

Think they do it just to see if they can break you.

I know the feeling.

But you'll never break.

Never.

Okay, uh, let me put out some plates

and we can dig in.

Or we can, uh, catch up.

That.

So, Finau comes out of the room, he's holding a goddamn snake.

Wait. What do you mean a snake?

No, no, no. I'm talking a boa constrictor.

-No. -Yes. Massive.

The dealer had it as a pet,

thought we wouldn't go into the terrarium...

Better you than me because

I was not going anywhere near that thing.

What about you, Fitz? You were a cop, right?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

I didn't arrest any boa constrictors, I can tell you that.

But I do miss the camaraderie.

See... ...I kinda thought that Secret Service would be bonding,

tight-knit, family, that kind of thing.

Maybe you haven't noticed, but I like to talk.

Yeah. No, we've noticed.

Okay. Well, I've been in Counterfeit Crimes

which is a lot of computer screens.

And then the muzzle pile which has been 99% nothing burgers until this popped up.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm glad for task force duty, I really am.

But, honestly, the goal of every Secret Service officer

is to get on POTUS's team.

You know what? That is good. That sounds great.

-Anybody for, uh, round two? -Yes.

-Great. Here we go. -Yep.

Which, by the way, they tell me takes about 15 years till you get seniority.

So, in the meantime, I might get to cover FLOTUS,

maybe one of the children, I don't know...

-Maybe the dog. -Hey, Shepherd.

You want another round?

-Uh, what? -You want another round?

-Uh, yeah. Yeah. Another IPA. -Yeah?

Hey, Meach.

Yes. Oh, absolutely.

Gentlemen,

as I said to the two officers who wanted to question Mr. Teo,

the Singaporean PAP owns 60% of Beruang Holdings.

You can save your excuses, Mr. Ho, Mr. Chua.

I don't want to hear them.

Governor might want to listen, though.

You're the Singaporean reps?

-Yes, Mr. Governor. -You're the mouth. And, what?

You're the backup?

Mr. Governor, please.

-I think... -Let me tell you what I know.

A murder of a 42-year-old wife and mother took place

on Singaporean-owned property this weekend.

The man who committed that murder is also threatening my life

and the life of the President of the United States.

Now, if the Singaporean government

wants to hide information from law enforcement,

and that man were to make good on those threats,

how do you think that's gonna play in the world?

How do you think that's gonna play to the public?

Hell, to your senior officials

when they find out that you could've helped...

You did nothing.

I...

I can see how you would expect our full compliance.

Yes, I would.

I will make sure that happens.

Good.

Agent Blythe, anything else you need from me?

No, Mr. Governor.

-I appreciate it. -Then I'll expect an update soon.

Sorry. Trying not to wake you.

No, it's... It's cool.

That was fun as hell.

Mm-hmm.

I put my Instagram on your mirror.

DM me.

Okay.

-You don't know how to do that? -No.

No.

Still got it.

Blythe came through.

Teo's handing over everything.

Listen, about yesterday. I, um...

...I might've said some things.

"Might've said some things"?

-You said some things. -Okay, yes.

No, I... And it was uncalled for, so I just wanna...

...I wanna apologize for my behavior.

I don't know how to feel.

Well, you could say, uh...

I mean, this is like the day Picasso painted Guernica.

Or Balboa discovered the Pacific Ocean.

I mean, an apology...

-Oh, Jesus. -...from Mark Meachum, what?

I never thought I'd see such growth, such development.

-Okay, all right. That's fine. -It's like a whole new you.

You know what must've happened?

When you went in for the treatment and they shrunk part of your brain,

-it changed you. -Yeah. No, get it out. Get it out.

Look, who knows what's next? I don't know,

maybe letting me lead... lead an interview, drive an investigation.

Something crazy like that.

-You know? Who knows? -You done?

Yeah, I'm done.

I'm trying to be serious.

Oh, okay.

I'm happy for you. Okay?

Happy for you and... ...and the doctor.

He actually seems like a good guy.

He is a good guy.

Good.

Well...

And let's be honest, I mean,

you and me?

Oh.

- That would've been... We would've - Would've been f...

-wrecked everything we've got here. -Fucking terrible.

Exactly.

Yeah.

Good.

Thank you, though, for, you know, for apologizing.

And for being gracious in your own fucking weird way.

I appreciate it.

-Should we get back to work? Great. -Yeah, let's do it.

Mr. Teo apologizes for the way you were treated.

It's no problem.

It seems there was a misunderstanding.

Of course, we would like to fully comply with the investigation.

Great.

Mr. Teo has all the rental information of all the

Hammerhead cabins as far back as 15 years.

Thank you.

If you need additional information from Beruang Holdings, we are happy to help.

We are friends of the United States.

Well, we appreciate it.

Morning, hon. When did you get up?

About 5:00.

Couldn't sleep?

Are you ready for your breakfast, little precious?

Course you are.

Okay.

Hey, honey, do you mind taking Penny to see the vet this morning?

It's just a regular checkup.

It's your dog.

Oh, I know that. But...

I'm going deer hunting. I won't be back till the weekend.

Oh.

Nope. You're right, I will figure it out.

Hey.

I know that you're dealing with a lot.

And I am not gonna add to your burden, okay?

Hunting soothes you. I understand that.

Okay.

Bye, baby. Don't bother your daddy, he's very busy.

Hey.

I'm kidding.

I do have one question and then I-I swear I will stop.

Um, are you planning on going back to work next week?

That's the plan.

Good. That's good.

Good.

Okay, you be nice, little precious.

In poring over the information from Beruang Holdings,

this renter stood out to us.

Trevor Kellen Pasternak. Goes by T.K.

He rented cabin six in Sugarloaf

for months at a time going back a couple years.

T.K. is an ex-con. Did a four-year stretch a decade ago for armed robbery.

-Paroled? -Nope, did the full time.

-That's rare. -Yeah.

We think he had some disciplinary problems but we're waiting on prison records.

-What's he doing currently? -Mm-hmm.

Well, looks like he got into one of these

new-millennial cult-type pseudo-religions. You know? Peace, love...

Crack, meth.

All of the above.

They sell tears of the spirit mother online for 150 a bottle.

-You're kidding? -Nope.

-I gotta get me a website. -Nobody wants what you're selling, bro.

That's what you don't know.

Because my tears? Worth way more than 150. Tastes like honey.

Our boy T.K. has posted over 300 entries on the site.

We also have this video of him dancing with all the other loonies.

-Hmm. -Mmm.

Nice.

-Right. -You, um...

Don't.

-You got an LKA? -Culver City.

He's got one of those half-addresses. 88 and 1/2 La Salle.

Meachum, Oliveras, Finau, Fitz.

Bell, Shepherd, keep working on the background.

-Okay. -Got it.

All right.

Me and Meachum will check the alley. You guys knock and talk.

-If he runs, we're there. -All right.

Trevor Pasternak?

Federal officers, open up.

He's running. He's running!

Go, go!

Fitz, Finau, he's on a bike heading north on Fairfield.

Okay, we'll head east on Westwood. Try and cut him off.

Dispatch TF-4. We are on 500 block,

heading north on La Salle.

We are in pursuit of a suspect

driving a red Honda motorcycle...

Requesting airship support

and available units in the area to respond.

There.

Hang on.

Fuck.

-Shit, shit... Goddamn it. -He's in the wind.

Last seen on motorcycle heading south on Braddock.

Hey. So, we pulled up some more information on T.K.

Turns out, he did not finish high school.

He dropped out in tenth grade.

Yeah, and looking at his social media posts,

I mean, there are hundreds.

The guy can't put two sentences together. His spelling is atrocious.

That got us thinking, how can a guy this dumb

create a code that is unbreakable by our best decryption software?

Prison records came over.

There were, uh,

a few disciplinary knocks.

And apparently he mixed it up with the Fresno Bulldogs

to the tune of six broken ribs.

But what really interested me was this.

Some art samples from his prison courses.

Are you telling me that this matches this?

-So what are we thinking? Two guys? -Like a dyad?

Hey. Just heard back from DMV.

T.K. has an ex-wife who lives in Temescal Canyon.

All right. Bell, Shepherd, you take this one.

Boss?

Share the wealth, Meachum.

Okay.

Ma'am, Special Agent Bell,

this is Special Agent Shepherd with the FBI.

-FBI? -Yes, ma'am.

Is this about T.K.?

What makes you say that?

What else would it be?

Nothing but misery that man has brought, his whole life,

to anybody who was dumb enough to stay with him.

Have you seen him?

If I had, I would've called you.

The bastard owes me 8,000 dollars.

When was the last time you did see him?

Not long enough, I can tell you that.

Ma'am?

Like, probably four years ago.

He knew my parents had money,

so he rooked me for 4,000 and then another 5,000.

And he blew it all on some hopey-dopey bullshit.

Look, I don't know. I don't care.

If you see him, give him a big kick in the teeth for me.

All right, well, if he does contact you, you'll give us a call?

Yeah.

Sorry I couldn't help.

She hasn't seen him in four years, but she knew right away why we came.

And she didn't open that door very wide.

Mmm.

Hey, ma'am. I'm sorry. It's really hot up here.

Do you mind if I come in to grab a glass of water real quick?

Oh, yeah, I don't think that's...

He's here. Move!

-No, no, no. No, no. Leave him alone. Run! -Ma'am. Ma'am. Ma'am. Ma'am.

Run, T.K.!

Hey! Hey!

Stay down!

Don't hurt him, you bastards! Don't hurt him!

Don't hurt him, you sons of bitches!

T.K.!

You brood of vipers.

T.K.! T.K.!

You didn't want to wait, huh?

-Come on. -Be serious.

-I am. -Be serious.

Mmm.

Be serious.

Really? Please stop.

I'm innocent.

Innocent people don't run from police on motorcycles.

I was confused.

-That we can agree on. -What?

If you didn't do anything, why'd you hide from us?

Look, I just love everyone.

Okay?

I love you, I love you.

I love spirit mother.

And this life is a gift from on high.

Then answer our questions.

I make people happy, okay?

People pay money to be happy.

And spirit mother says, "If you give, you will receive ten-fold."

You know, spirit mother also says,

"Make confession so that you can, um..."

"So that you can reap the benefits

-on Earth as you do in Heaven." -Yeah.

That's not true.

Oh, it is. Of course it is.

Yeah. No, it's right, uh...

It's right there in the, uh...

-the sacred text. Yeah. -Mm-hmm.

You know, spirit mother also says, uh,

"Make yourself unburdened because there are no secrets."

Yeah. That's right.

She says to give up your darkness so that you can be free.

Let me ask you.

Okay.

I was selling xannies. But they were prescription excess.

-What? -I was told prescription excess

could be sold legal.

T.K., we're not talking about selling drugs.

You said unburden...

Talking about a rental cabin in Sugarloaf.

Are you talking about way out to Hammerhead?

Yes. Yes! Yes, T.K.

-You rent a cabin over there. -No!

A guy pays me 500 dollars to rent that place

-for him in my name. -What guy?

I've never been to Sugarloaf.

-I don't even know where Sugarloaf is! -What guy, T.K.?

Well... Well, just a guy. He sent me this e-mail.

All I have to do is fill out this application

and use a credit card he sent me.

It was, like, prepaid.

Covered the cabin and it had another five hundy on it. That was mine.

-You ever met this guy? -Did you hear me?

Five hundred dollars, man.

I was working at Chicken Shack for a week to make that scratch.

I wasn't gonna ask him more questions.

That's the way spirit mother does it.

"Least you expect, therefore good things happen to you."

Mmm. Did you get that?

-Yeah, sure did. -Mmm.

Yeah.

And yet here you sit.

Okay. That's right.

All right.

He's not our killer.

Agreed.

He's too dim.

Mmm. He's an easy target for somebody way smarter.

So, I got into T.K.'s laptop

that Finau pulled from the half-address on La Salle.

You cracked it?

Well, his password was "password".

Anyways, he wasn't lying about how he rented the cabin.

I found the e-mails sent from an anonymous account.

Disposable phone number, burner e-mail, Tor Browser for the VPN.

Somebody he was in jail with?

That would explain how he knew he was out of jail and dealing?

Or someone from the spirit mother world?

Well, how did T.K. get back in touch with "anonymous"?

I mean, if it was a one-way e-mail? A burner?

There had to be some way for him to communicate if something went wrong?

Yeah, it could be a secure chat, maybe.

-Let's check his private browser history. -Yeah. Let's do it.

Yeah.

Gonna get something. You want anything?

No.

Hey.

That was fun. Breaking T.K. like that.

Yeah, it was.

Though he wasn't much of a challenge.

-No, he was not. -Um,

listen, I was thinking that, uh...

...when we get a minute,

when things, you know, settle down a bit,

maybe you and I could, uh...

I don't know.

Join spirit mother for one of the retreat or something.

They seem they got their shit together.

-Go away. Get away. -No? A little dancing?

-Get the hell away from me. -Okay.

Hey, guys. In here.

Meachum was right.

They were using an encrypted chat to communicate.

I have the last data logs from five months ago.

I could try to make contact

but it may take a while or we may never hear anything.

-Do it. -Okay.

All right. Well, I will alert you if we get a message.

Type "we just wanna talk".

More looney tune manifesto?

No.

No, this is the Rosetta Stone that translates the manifesto.

He wanted T.K. to get caught.

He wanted us to reach out.

Why?

'Cause he wants us to read that.

Can we expect the American people to listen

when they haven't been listening for decades?

I mean... Like, 9/11 didn't wake anyone up.

We've got zombies on the streets all over this country,

at all times of day or night.

And we're just gonna act like it's business as usual? I'm sorry.

No, sir. No, ma'am.

This is not the country I grew up in.

This is not your country anymore. This is some gross, mis...

Are you her precious baby?

Run.

Run!

The governor's press secretary was killed at a gas station.

What do we know so far?

None of the witnesses heard the shot,

but angle of entry and exit suggest somewhere out towards the hillside.

-What do you got? -There.

Who is that?