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The governor's press
secretary was killed.

Governor Shelby. It is my recommendation
that you cancel the event.

Who are you to be giving
protection advice to the governor?

-What about the gun?
-AI AXSR.

It's the best sniper
rifle in the world.

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

I'm happy for you
and the doctor.

We would've wrecked
everything we got here.

I think that Todd
might be on the job.

Everything that he is doing
is to trigger a response.

Morning, hon. I know that
you're dealing with a lot,

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

This is his signature. This symbol
is one that Todd used multiple times.

I can reach out to my contacts
to see who supplies Raising Bane.

Maybe we slide in undercover?

He was taking pictures
of Bell and Oliveras.

He set all this up so he'd
know who's on the task force.

Who's hunting him.

LAPD! Open up!

-Hi.
-Hi.

-I was surprised you called.
-I was surprised you answered.

Well, you caught me
at the right time.

I'm… between things.

Huh.

What happened to Seabass?

-My mom thought he was the one.
-He wasn't?

No.

What does your mom
think about me?

Can't stand you.

Eh.

♪ I love it ♪

♪ Yo ♪

♪ I love it ♪

♪ I believe in miracles ♪

♪ You believe in love ♪

♪ Throw a rope into the sea
Look what we've become ♪

Clock's ticking.

♪ I love it ♪

♪ A barnacle in the ocean
The floor is all I need ♪

Yep.

♪ It's dark enough
to lose yourself ♪

♪ But light enough to see ♪

♪ You sing like a bird ♪

What's up?

Morning.

Going for a run. Been
training for a 5K.

-You have to train for that?
-Oh, yeah, sure.

You don't want to pull
a hip flexor or quads.

-Running's high-impact.
-Mm-hmm.

Made protein shakes. Left
one for you in the blender.

And if you can, we need to get a
dinner on the books with the Hamburgs.

I can't make any
set plans with...

No, I-I know. Just, when your world
calms down is what I'm saying.

Okay.

-Bye.
-See ya.

-Where the hell have you been?
-Oh, shit.

-Yeah, "Oh, shit."
-Uh, you should… You should go.

Okay, what? Are
you on something?

-Oh, my God. Get off my back.
-Get out of here, man.

Molly, I am not on your back.
We literally had dinner plans.

Last night. You didn't show up. You
didn't text me, didn't leave a note.

Geez, I'm not your fucking
child. I'm your sister.

Well, then maybe stop
acting like a fucking child.

-Fuck off.
-Molly.

Molly.

Okay.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-You didn't text me back.
-Oh, I didn't?

-No.
-What'd you want?

I had some thoughts on the case.
Why were you so fucking busy?

Oh, well, I didn't want to
interrupt you and the good doctor.

You know, you guys could've
been having a romantic dinner,

and here I am, beep, boop,
boop, inserting myself.

Well, I texted you.

-Maybe I was having a romantic dinner.
-Where'd you take her? Pink's Hot Dogs?

Don't ever denigrate Pink's.

-Uh, briefing.
-Yeah.

-After… please.
-Oh, no.

-Wouldn't think of it.
-Okay. Thank you.

We discovered a video

from a little mom-and-pop grocery
store up the road from the bar.

Their security camera shows
the part of the street

where Raising Bane's
parking lot empties.

It's not HD, so we can't
really see license plates,

but we do have a good capture of the
makes and models of the vehicles.

We're making a
comprehensive list,

comparing it to registrations
within a 20-mile radius.

As soon as we locate one owner,
dominos. We'll have five more.

We'll begin to have a picture of who was
at the bar yesterday and what they saw.

And maybe we'll get lucky
and find Todd's ride.

Any new information
on the manifesto?

Uh, yes. I discovered that

some of the language from the
manifesto matches verbatim

the rantings of a host of a
talk radio program here in LA.

What you're seeing with your eyes,
what you're hearing with your ears

is something I call
"worldsploitation."

And I'm saying no, no,
no, no, no. Not today.

You can't take my rights, you
government imperial horny toads.

You can't take my rights,

you profit-seeking
neotectonic shiftless mudfish.

Yeah. So those, uh, words are
not heard on any other programs.

He's just making these up.

-That's some wackadoodle nonsense.
-What is a neotectonic mudfish?

It's what I called
my last girlfriend.

Sound bites come from the Randy
Mankin Truth to Power Hour on AM 1103.

It plays twice a day. It's not
syndicated, can't find it online,

so these words are only
heard in Southern California.

Excellent work.

Meachum, Oliveras, go
pay Randy Mankin a visit

and see if he has any, I don't know,
obsessed fans trying to make contact.

-On it.
-Yep.

How are things with the doctor?

Good, I guess.

He's been trying to
take me to wine country,

but this job keeps
things fluid, you know?

Yeah, for sure.

I will say that with my life popping
off every freaking five minutes,

it's nice to have some kind
of steady, reliable stability.

Right. Every girl I know is looking
for the most boring guy she can find.

Linda told me you were coming.

I'm Randy Mankin.
You're federal officers?

We work for a
federal task force.

I'm, uh, Detective Mark Meachum.
This is Agent Amber Oliveras.

I appreciate your
service. How can I help?

-Just like that, huh?
-Sure.

But aren't you Randy Mankin,
host of, uh, Truth to Power Hour?

Who, him?

You ever watch wrestling?

You think those guys hate each
other when the cameras turn off?

I used to be the guy
giving financial advice

until the recession knocked my
ratings all the way to Timbuktu.

Guess what?

No one losing their house wants to
hear financial tips from a deejay.

So I make one comment about how
Wall Street's incestuous tryst

with Washington seems
downright Orwellian,

and, uh, suddenly
my ratings rebound,

and the suits say, "Try
that jacket on full time."

Okay. So you're a hustler.

I prefer the term
"professional entertainer."

-Right.
-Look, it's all fun and games.

-I was a theater major at UCLA.
-Yeah.

Look, tomorrow, I might be
talking about technology

or college football
or restaurants,

but right now, anger
pays the bills.

Speaking of anger, uh,

you have any obsessed fans that
might not be in on the joke?

Oh, sure. I mean, anyone
who sticks their neck

above the waterline is
gonna attract mosquitoes.

Oh, Gilly. Tell them about
the scary Powerheads.

Yeah, we don't get so many
old-school letters anymore.

But the message boards?
It's a murderer's row.

Brave Internet warriors.

We use an outside security service
to monitor the disturbing ones,

put up a watch list in case
anyone shows up here unexpected.

-Got their faces under the desk there.
-Some real kooks.

Uh, we're gonna
wanna see that list.

-Sure.
-Great.

Um, sh-should I be worried?

No.

It's all fun and games, right?

Well, we went through the
flagged accounts of Powerheads,

what the Randy Mankin Power
Hour fans call themselves,

but nothing screamed
out Todd to us.

You'd be surprised how many
old ladies are into this stuff.

But I'm not sure Marianne
Colletta, age 92,

is sniping people
at gas stations.

-Any of these jokers law enforcement?
-Negative.

One guy was in the National Guard, but
he died last year from colon cancer.

Really, none of the flagged
posts sound like our guy. Right?

I mean, a bunch of rantings
from obsessive fans, sure,

but, uh, nothing smart
enough to rise to Todd level.

These names came from where?

The radio station hired a, uh…
a threat-monitoring company.

Worldshield?
Something like that?

Ask Worldshield to
expand their parameters.

Tell them we're searching
for specific keywords

found on both the radio
show and in the manifesto.

Maybe somebody wrote a… a
one-time post, like a rough draft.

They didn't flag it because
it was a one-time thing,

but it might be
meaningful to us.

Yeah. On it.

POTUS will be here in six
days for the fundraiser.

Right. I haven't been notified
of any change of schedule,

but I'm not at the top
of the list of agents...

I need to be read
in on the venue.

Right. Yeah, they absolutely
should do that, and I for one...

-Fitz.
-Yeah?

I need you to tell your
boss to make that happen.

Oh.

Yes, right. That's…

On my to-do list for right now.

Uh, okay.

I spoke to Brian Hume at the Secret
Service and smoothed things over.

-You're lucky the governor likes you.
-I'm just doing my job.

You think your UNSUB lured your
task force to this biker bar…

-What's the name of it?
-Raising Bane.

-To do what? Take pictures of them?
-Yes.

He was by himself?

Well, we don't know if he was
acting alone or part of a group.

We also suspect he could be or
once was part of law enforcement.

You think your
people are in danger?

Hey, thanks for running this.

Yeah, not a problem.

Hey, Bell.

Is this the guy that
you saw with my sister?

Yeah. Yeah, that's him.

Felony possession.
Felony distribution.

-Robbery. Assault.
-Why is he not in prison?

That's what I'm asking.

Hey.

Okay, good. All
right. I'll be down.

Hey, uh, that was some
friends I got in ATF.

I put out a notice on
the AI AXSR sniper rifle.

They're swinging by now.

Hopper. Tanaka.

-Finau. There he is.
-Hey.

So, I hear you're a
sergeant now, huh?

Oh, must've been a
mistake in the paperwork.

This is Meachum and Oliveras,
part of the task force.

Hi. How you doing?

Well, listen, you put out
an alert on the AI AXSR?

-Yeah.
-It got us thinking…

We did a raid, what,
six, seven months ago

on an arms dealer
working out of San Diego.

Big sting, long investigation,
but we were on it,

FBI was on it, San
Diego PD was on it.

Not an actual designated task force,
but a lot of departments were involved.

-Okay.
-Well, the raid went mostly tits-up,

but we did recover a
couple containers of arms

supposed to be headed
down to South America.

-Let me guess. Sniper rifles.
-Yeah.

We saw those British long
guns, and they surprised us.

-Not a whole lot of that model in the US.
-Where'd the rifles go after the raid?

Turned everything
over to the Bureau.

Anyway, the arms dealer
managed to slip the net.

Name's Ragnar Eggen.

-What's that? Swedish?
-Norwegian.

Made it all the way to
Oslo, as far as we know.

FBI's still looking for him. We
went on to bigger and better.

Who were the Bureau
agents working the case?

Shit, uh…

I don't know. You remember?

There were dozens of 'em. I can
look back through the case file.

-We were sort of independent.
-Yeah, if you could.

I'd like to give 'em my name, see if they
know how the arms dealer got the guns,

any other leads they might
have uncovered since the raid.

Yeah, of course. I'll shoot it to
Finau soon as I get back to my desk.

-Thanks, brother.
-Absolutely.

-Appreciate it, bro.
-Thanks, guys.

All right. Appreciate
it. Thanks.

Julio is not boring.

Yeah, no, sorry. He's, um…

Oh, he's-he's steady, stable.

-Exactly.
-That's good.

You're exhausting.

-I'm agreeing with you.
-I can tell.

Let me tell you what I've learned
in 20 years of being in the business

of nearly getting my ass
shot off twice a week.

-I cannot wait to hear this.
-Opposites do not actually attract.

Oh.

When somebody from our world tries to
find somebody from the normal world,

it's a disaster.

'Cause what it really boils
down to is, they don't get it.

And they never will.

You can try to tell them about the
job, and you can describe it to them,

and they'll pretend that they
understand, but they don't.

We don't even tell them everything,
'cause it would blow their hair back

if we actually unload.

So we keep it to ourselves, we…

We push it down, we smile, we nod
and we fake that we're normal.

And the minute that happens,
that is the beginning of the end.

So, it's best to
just draw a line.

'Cause mark my words, sister,

soon as he figures out that he'll
never truly be able to hang with you…

Disaster.

-So, what?
-Geez.

Break up with Julio
and be with you?

-I mean…
-'Cause you've just been waiting for me

to come around, right?

Pining away for me
all by your lonesome.

Maybe I have.

-You are so full of shit.
-You helped me through a tough time.

Okay? That means
something to me.

Whatever this is, it
doesn't require extra work.

When we're in the interrogation
room, when we're breaking a suspect,

or whether we're driving
crazy through the hills

or we're chasing a man who is
trying to blow up our city…

This is magic that
you can't fake.

And you know it,

and I know it.

Oh, my God.

-You almost had me.
-It was pretty good though, right?

-You're an asshole.
-Yeah, well,

I forgot to put
sugar in my coffee.

Sir, parking lot doesn't
open for a few hours.

Set time is 7:00 p.m.

Gonna need you to
open that gate.

Beg your pardon. Of course.

Go on in.

-Julio.
-Hey, listen.

We don't have to go
out with the Hamburgs.

No, I want to.

-I didn't mean to...
-No, I get it. I really do.

I'm just so happy that you're in my
life, I want to share it with everyone.

That's…

I hear you.

I'm so sorry, but
I-I have to run.

Of course. Call me when you can.

Oliveras.

-Yeah?
-Uh, could you do me a favor?

Of course.

Could you find out everything
you can on this guy?

Did you have LAPD run him?

Yeah. Yeah, he's been arrested
for possession and distribution,

but he either beat the
charges or he paroled out,

'cause he's on the street.

Case-related?

No. Hooks into my sister.

Say no more.

I just wanna find out what the DEA is
saying that isn't in a court report.

We never talked.

Thank you.

Fitz. With me.

-Nathan.
-Governor.

I assume this is the venue.

About 50,000 a plate.

How many you expecting?

We're gonna cap it at 200.

Where are we with
the investigation?

We have a theory the shooter
might be law enforcement.

Goddamn it. What does that mean?

-We're still gathering information.
-We have less than a week.

Okay, that was the advance team.
Secret Service charted the location.

Tents, sniper
positions, CAT team,

medical and emergency plan,
all choreographed for night of.

-It's a go.
-You see? We have nothing to worry about.

Can I take a look
at USSS's plan?

I could ask for a
special dispensation.

Do that.

You know the homeowners?

Dear friends.

Hmm. One second,
Governor. Sorry, sir.

Put 'em through.

Agent Fitzgerald?

Yes, sir?

I hear it was you who discovered
the threat against my life.

-You found it in some, uh…
-Yes.

-Um, the muzzle pile, sir.
-Right.

-That's, uh…
-Bottom of the barrel.

That's right.

What's that say about you? They've
got you working those leads?

My mom always said, "No
pressure, no diamonds."

I'm fine wherever they want to
put me. I'll prove my worth.

Hmm. My father got
me into real estate.

It was always his thing.

He never really got it going,
but he spent most of his life

buying properties in LA, and he
left them to me when he died.

Along with the mountain
of debt that he accrued.

I could've sold them off, let
the banks take whatever was left,

but I decided to do the work and dig
in, turn them around, build them up.

You did really well, Governor.

What was it your mom said?

No pressure, no diamonds.

Smart lady.

What?

Where?

Why are we here?

Tell him what you told us.

Guy driving that truck showed
me an FBI identification.

Said he had important business.

It look like this?

Exactly like that.

Have a name on it?

Come to think of it, his thumb
might've been over that part.

Then what happened?

He drove on. I phoned it
into the front office.

He parked over by here
instead of over there.

I didn't think nothing of it
till about five minutes later,

I saw smoke coming up over here.

I don't have to tell you
fire's bad at a horse track.

Thought it might be the stalls.

I drove over here,
and… damnedest thing.

What'd he look like?

Beard. Ball cap. Sunglasses.

I guess I should've questioned it
more, but it all happened kind of fast.

I'm assuming there's
more to indicate our guy.

There is.

Looks like he put a substance
on the side of the truck…

Excuse us… so that
it wouldn't burn.

-Ain't nothing in here but ash, bro.
-Yeah, I know.

There's not gonna be a fingerprint
to pull or DNA to swipe at all.

-Where were you?
-Right over there.

Ran over when I saw the smoke.

You didn't see anybody
fleeing the scene?

I mean, I wasn't really
looking for that.

Guy parks in the
middle of a lot,

lights up his truck,
you don't see anything?

I didn't, ma'am.

I want pictures
of everyone here.

Yeah, you got it.

You the one in charge here?

I have to let bettors in. Otherwise
we ain't gonna have any races.

And I cannot have a
cancellation tonight.

Meachum, Oliveras.

Tell those officers over there
to keep this lot blocked off,

but they can allow visitors
to park cars in the south lot.

Will that work?

Yeah, it's gonna have to.

-I'm just trying to get right over there.
-Hey, officer.

I need all of these…

Um…

The parking… the parking lot.

Just, uh, cars diverted
to the south lot.

So, just nobody
parks here, okay?

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

-Hmm.
-Yeah, just need you to…

-South lot?
-Yep.

Got it. Hey, am I gonna
see you later, Meachum?

Oh.

Uh,

this case is… it's kinda
all-hands-on-deck right now, so…

Okay.

Well, you know where to find me.

Yep.

-She looks fun.
-Okay. Yep. That's great.

Okay. Ready for
some light reading?

You coordinated with
the Secret Service?

I have the brief.

Safest place in the world for the governor
will be standing next to the president.

-I agree.
-Where are we on the threat?

-Are we secure?
-Yes.

I have Agent Shepherd running
computer forensics on FBINet

to see if anyone's been trying
to access our case file.

You really think it could be
someone inside the Bureau?

We've been playing catch-up
on this case more than once.

-I'm not taking any chances.
-Okay.

I also have feelers
out to the other SACs

to see if anyone's been
asking about our task force.

They got their ASACs on it.

What was the response?

Nothing yet.

Okay. Keep me posted.

Will do, boss.

Bye, y'all.

♪ When the sins of my father ♪

♪ Weigh down in my soul ♪

♪ And the pain of my mother ♪

♪ Will not let me go ♪

What do you have today?

-Swing shift.
-12:00 to 8:00?

-1:00 to 9:00.
-Ah.

You want me to make
some breakfast?

Uh… no, thank you.
I gotta get to work.

Okay.

Sounds good.

I'm gonna hop in, and I
will see you when I see you.

Mm-hmm.

Hey. Um…

I'm not making
this boring, am I?

What do you mean?

No, I just…

Both of our jobs
are so go, go, go

that it's nice to slow down
when we're together, right?

Well, yeah. Definitely.

-Really?
-Really.

Okay. Good.

'Cause I don't want you to think
that I'm-I'm… that I'm not happy.

-You know?
-I don't.

Or… I-I didn't.

Well, I am. Happy.

More of that later?

Yes, please.

Okay.

What the hell?

-Detective Meachum?
-Yeah.

Have you seen Amber?

Uh, no. No, I haven't.

I'll try her cell.

I just got off with
Computer Forensics.

A Bureau agent named
Seth Vaughn Lewis

tried to access information
about our task force

through FBINet 48 hours ago.

Tried or did?

-Unclear.
-Uh, okay.

Well, the truck that was found at the
horse track was a 2018 Ford F-150,

and it looks like
this Seth Vaughn Lewis

registered a 2018 F-150

with the Westwood office.

Also, there was at least three F-150s
caught on camera leaving Raising Bane's.

I want our case file on this restricted.
Any attempt to access sends up flares.

I want everything on Seth
Vaughn Lewis within the hour,

including talking
to his supervisor.

I want to know what his
caseload is, I want to know

where he lives, where he
eats, where he sleeps.

I want to know where he is standing
on this earth right now. Let's go.

Hey. Oliveras say anything
about coming in late today?

No.

Does anybody have
Find My on Oliveras?

Uh, yeah, I do. Why?

She hasn't checked in yet.

Okay.

Looks like she's at a breakfast
place called Hallie's Café on Sunset.

Calling now.

We got an address for Seth Vaughn Lewis.
It's 10243 Salter Avenue, Arcadia.

Not far from the horse track.

-He could've walked home.
-Correct.

Agent Lewis worked the, uh,

Sisters of Love cult murder
case in San Bernardino in 2017.

That puts him how far out
from the Hammerhead Cabins?

It would put him out and
around that entire region.

-Investigation went on for three years.
-Yeah, and check this out.

That case involved strange
religious symbolism.

He would've been
analyzing all of this.

-Where he got the idea for the manifesto.
-Holy shit.

-What?
-My ATF buddies

just sent over the
list of FBI agents

they handed the AI AXSR
rifles to after the raid.

-Seth Lewis?
-First name on the list.

Hey.

Uh, Worldshield, the company
that the Randy Mankin Power Hour

they contracted, to
handle threat management?

Put their list of
consultants up, would you?

Yeah.

This is our guy.

Now, we don't know what he has
access to regarding this task force,

so don't discuss anything with
anybody outside this room.

I want to roll on that
address in ten minutes.

What about Oliveras?

We're not waiting.

Hello.

Hi, yeah.

Yeah, I'm her sister.

I'm s… I'm sorry, what?

Yes. Yeah. Yeah, I
will be right there.

Uh, hi. Hi. Um,
I'm Evan Shepherd.

I, uh…

My sister, Molly Shepherd, I
got a call that she's here.

-Her name?
-Molly Shepherd.

I received a call that she's, uh…
that she's overdosed, she's in a coma.

Could you just…

Finau, Bell, around back.

Fitz, Meachum, with
me. Front door.

Lewis.

It's SAC Blythe.

We need to talk.

Open up now.

What is this?

Where's Seth?

He's in the shower.

Seth!

Sorry.

No. No!

-What the f… Who the fuck are you?
-Down on the ground.

Get down! Get down! On
your knees! Do it now!

Hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back.

I'm an FBI agent.

You have the right
to remain silent.

-Anything you say can and will…
-You can't be serious.

…be used against you
in a court of law.

What the fuck?

This is absurd. My
badge is on the dresser.

-You have the right to an attorney.
-I know.

If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you.

Do you understand?

Let me go!

Call my ASAC, Del Kilmartin,
at the LA field office.

-I'm an agent. I'm not a criminal.
-Baby?

Ma'am, ma'am, you
need to calm down.

Hey, boss.

Something seem off to you?

Hey, boss.

Hey, you still got those
interviews in Pasadena tomorrow?

Yeah, but I should have 'em
wrapped up by noon at the latest.

Cancel 'em. Come
straight in, first thing.

Why? What's going on?

Well, you're not gonna believe
this. Seth was just arrested.

-What are you talking about?
-Everyone's buzzing around here.

Apparently, Seth was making threats to the
governor or the president or something.

-A task force stung him.
-No shit.

Get this. He was at
home with your ex-wife.

You serious?

You should get back here. They're
gonna want to question you.

I haven't seen or talked to Seth
since before the Ventura incident.

He's your old partner. They're
gonna want to talk to you.

Okay.

Of course. I'll
be in right away.

This is nuts.

I agree. See you soon, pal.

Sure. Yeah.

Out.

Out!

Up.

-Hey, listen.
-Move.

-Move.
-You don't know who I am,

but I assure you, people are
gonna come looking for me.

I'm a federal agent.

Run.

What?

Run! Run.

Oh, my God!

♪ Exile ♪

♪ Exile ♪

♪ Exile ♪