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Please stop.

Oh, oh...

It stops when you tell me
what I need to know.

No...

Where is he?

Where is he?!

I don't know.
Please, please.

Please.

This is all a mistake.

I didn't have anything to do
with that man's death.

You really didn't do it,
did you?

- Yes, yes, yes.
- Yeah?

I promise. I swear.

Please, please.

I can't do that.

No, no, no. No, no, no.

No, no, no, no!

*FBI*
Season 02 Episode 19

Episode Title: "Emotional Rescue"
Aired on: March 31, 2020

This is not the kind of stuff
we want hitting the streets.

The person we're looking for
had access to...

Need some help?

Hey, yeah,
I'm looking for the SAC.

Isobel Castille.

- Hi, uh, I'm Hailey.
- Detective Upton.

I've heard a lot of
good things about you.

I'm Special Agent
in Charge Isobel Castille.

We just caught
a pretty gruesome murder,

so you might as well
hit the ground running.

Sounds good to me.

You will be partnered
with Agent Zidan.

- Hi, I'm OA.
- Hi.

- Hailey.
- Nice to meet you.

You too.

Listen up, everyone.

This is Detective Hailey Upton
from Chicago PD.

She will be with us
for the next few weeks

as part of our interagency
training program.

All right, so let's, uh,

direct our attention
to the screens here.

Found the body of a young John Doe
in St. Nicholas Park.

A hundred yards from
Alexander Hamilton's house.

Federal land, federal case...
and no,

it is not where
Aaron Burr shot him.

The famed duel took place in...
anyone, anyone?

Weehawken, New Jersey.
Kristen knew.

Unfortunately, there's far less clarity
in the present homicide case.

Evidence of torture and abuse,

the victim was
brown-skinned,

but there was no other evidence
of a hate crime.

So let's dig in, get to work,
start filling in the blanks.

Yeah? Go.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

So, Chicago PD? Should I be nervous?

Nervous?

You guys have been
in the news a lot

and not for
good reasons.

Uh, yeah,
we've had some issues,

but they're being addressed.

It's a great place.
I'm proud to be a part of it.

Listen, in the future,
if you want to insult me,

you can just go ahead
and do it.

You don't have to disguise
the putdown with humor.

Which car?
This one?

Yeah, sorry.
I didn't mean it like that.

I guess that's just
my way of saying

we do things different
here.

Mm.

Just trying
to keep it real.

So you spend much time
in New York?

Nah, first time here.

Any early observations?

Pizza's too thin.

It's like a cracker
with sauce on it.

Just trying to keep it
real.

Yo!

You two taking
the handle on this?

Yes, sir.
I'm Agent Zidan,

this is Detective Upton.

Can you bring us
up to speed?

Jogger called it in.

No blood pooled on the ground.
No shell casings.

So it looked like the guy was
killed at another location

and dropped off here.

Did the jogger see
the body being dropped?

If she did,
I would've said so.

It's a New York thing.

It felt like a cop versus fed thing.

What's that supposed
to mean?

You think
you're better than us.

- No phone, no wallet?
- No nothing.

Don't even know
what the kid's ethnicity is.

Could be Hispanic,
Middle Eastern...

His face is so torn up,
I can't tell which.

That's a Kada,
so he's probably Indian.

Sikh.

Could still be a hate crime, though.

Most of the people
around here

don't really care
which shade of brown you are.

We have a university bookstore
receipt dated yesterday.

Thanks.

Got a hit on facial rec.

Victim's name is Aman Patel.

25. Indian national.

All right,
notify the Indian Consulate

so they can make
the appropriate notifications.

He's a registered student
at Paul Revere University,

Yes, here
on an F-1 student visa.

Before that,
he graduated top of his class

out of a university in India.

Then he came here to pursue
a masters in engineering.

Any priors or run-ins
with the campus cops?

No, looks like he was
too busy getting a 4.0 GPA.

Right.

M.E. just confirmed
that he was tortured.

Nails were torn off
one by one,

fingers pulled back
and individually broken.

Kay, so someone
wanted Aman to suffer

or needed answers.
The question is, which one?

- Do we have a home address?
- Not yet.

We do have a PO box
over at the university.

All right, head over there
and see what you can learn.

He was a great kid.
Every professor's dream.

Did Aman ever mention
any issues?

Threats, fears, anything
out of the ordinary?

I'm not sure if this is related,
but...

something happened
a few days ago.

He was being harassed
walking to class.

Some racist guy was
taunting him.

Calling him a terrorist.

Mm-kay.
One last thing:

Do you have any idea
where Aman was living?

No, but I know
he walked to school.

And he didn't like
his roommate.

Said he partied too much.

Can you think of
anything else?

No, sorry.

It's okay.
Thank you.

Actually, there's
a laundromat near the house.

Aman thought
it was the greatest thing ever.

Clean clothes for 20 bucks
a week.

I get it. This is New York.

There are dry cleaners
on every block.

I'm just trying to tell you
what I know.

The home address he used
to secure the PO box

was from Albany.

Apparently, he has an uncle
who lives there.

But he wasn't living there.

You can't walk to campus
from Albany.

I'm sorry, that's the only
address I've got.

Anything else?

Yes, uh, Professor Banks said
Aman was on the wrong end

of some racial taunting
recently.

Did he file a report?

Yes, the man's name is
Frank Prichard,

comes around here
about once a week,

always spewing
racial nonsense.

Campus security ever
detain him?

Yep. Several times.

Okay, I'll need to see
those reports right away.

Free country.

I got a right to speak
my mind.

Is this how you speak
your mind?

What? No.

Oh, no, I don't kill people.
I'm a patriot!

I'm just... I'm-I'm trying to keep
the neighborhood safe.

Safe from what?

Arabs.

- Excuse me.
- Not the good ones, like you.

I'm talking about the ones
with bombs.

I'm just doing what
the government wants me to do.

"See something,
say something," huh?

No.
See something, do something.

See, I get pictures of the ones
I think are suspicious.

You see this guy, Frank?

He's an Indian. Not an Arab.

It's kind of
the same thing, right?

Before he died,

he told his professor
that you were harassing him,

calling him all sorts of
colorful names.

It's possible.

Gonna need an alibi, Frank.

Where were you
last night?

New York Hospital.

Had a gallstone.

Just got out this morning.

Gonna need
copies of those photos too.

Now.

I had

a thumb drive.

Here.

Saves me a stamp.

Was gonna mail them
to Homeland Security anyway.

If I hear you're harassing
any more immigrants,

I'm gonna come back here,
and I'm gonna break your arm.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Good.

I forwarded Kristen
the pictures of Aman.

She'll get us
a street block number

based on the license plates
in the background.

- Just like that, huh?
- The FBI, Upton.

Our tech resources
are pretty sick.

Look, it's not a big deal,

but now that
you're working with us,

just try and be a little bit
more careful.

If that guy Prichard
calls the Bureau

complaining that
you threatened to use force...

Look, man,
I don't need a lesson

on how to talk to people,
all right?

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't get me wrong.

I have no problem with someone
breaking that idiot's arm,

it's just...

It's just that
the Bureau is hardcore,

and they take that stuff
really seriously.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

If he files a beef, I'll eat it
and make sure you're clear.

- All right?
- Appreciate that.

But what the hell's
a beef?

- It's an expression.
- I'm kidding.

Kristen said Aman's house
is around this area.

Emily said there's a laundromat
at the corner.

Okay, there's one right there.

And the house has
a blue door.

Blue door.

All right.

Door's open.

FBI! Anybody home?

- I'll go up.
- Copy.

Living room's clear.

Nice place
for a college student.

Oa!

Place has been tossed.

Must be Aman's room.

There's another bedroom.
Emily mentioned a roommate.

Okay.

Based on the clothes
and the photos,

Aman's roommate is around
30 years old, male,

and likes to party.

All of this searching

has to be connected
to the murder somehow.

Like the killer didn't get
what he wanted from Aman,

so he came back here
and started searching.

Question is, for what?

Gun!

Drop your weapon now!

He's bailing out the back! I'm on him!

Shots fired, in foot pursuit.
Requesting backup.

On your six!

Stop!

Get out of the way!

Where is he?

I lost him.

Responding units, be advised,

the suspect was last seen
running south,

- described as male...
- Damn it.

Hispanic, early 40s,
black jacket.

By the way, thank you.

Huh? For what?

For saving my ass back there.
In the house.

Oh.

Okay.

Cool. You're welcome.

Kelly, you guys start working
on the surveillance video.

Pull camera footage
from every camera

within a mile radius of that house.

I want a name and face
of the upstanding citizen

that just opened up on OA
and Upton, yeah?

- Jubal?
- Yep.

I just spoke to the owner of
the house Aman was living in,

he signed a lease with someone
named Lucas Reed

seven months ago.

Nice. Throw it up.

Check it out, we have the name
of Aman's roommate, Lucas Reed.

23, unemployed,

did three semesters
at the University of Miami.

He's got one misdemeanor prior
for marijuana possession.

The question is,

what is his relationship
with our murder victim?

Are they just roomies,
or is there something else going on here?

You guys grab a scuba tank.
Do a deep dive.

Don't come up for air
until you got something.

Uh, canvassed the area,

talked to
a lot of the neighbors.

Sounds like
this Lucas Reed guy's

one flashy man
about town.

Threw a lot of parties,
played loud music...

- Yeah.
- So the neighbors loved him.

- Exactly.
- Anybody seen him recently?

A woman named Denise Walters
saw him take off

yesterday afternoon
in a silver Range Rover.

Right... oh, oh, uh,
ping Reed's phone,

see if we can get
a location.

Yeah, I've been trying
to do just that.

I haven't found a phone
registered to him as of yet.

Uh-huh, well,
let's put out a BOLO

on this silver Range Rover.

Sooner we talk to this guy,
the better.

Just got ballistics back

on the slugs fired
at OA and Upton.

They match the bullets
that killed Aman, but get this:

They also match
the bullets

pulled from a drive by
murder victim two months ago.

Could they ID a suspect yet?

Yeah, arrested him too.

Name is Santiago Gonzalez,

known associate
of the Latin Players.

He's being held
at MDC pending trial.

Latin Players.
That's a Chicago gang.

Hmm, looks like
they're expanding.

So the Latin Players killed someone,
they get arrested,

go to jail, and the gun
stays on the street.

And the new owner uses
said gun to kill Aman,

a studious
Indian engineering student?

Right. What are we missing?

How are these two murders
connected?

Have OA and Upton pay a visit
to Inmate Gonzalez.

Maybe he can help us answer
that question.

Right.

So this guy, Gonzalez,
is originally from Chicago.

Runs with the Latin Players,

so maybe you should take
the lead on this one.

But go hard on him.

- You want a reaction?
- A big one.

Big enough to force him
to call his people.

I think I can do that.

Where's the gun you used
in the drive-by?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

One of your friends used it
to kill a civilian last night.

Used it again this afternoon
on us.

Fired off ten rounds.

Like I said, I don't know
what you're talking about.

You're staring 20 to life
on the case you're riding.

Give us the name
of the person you gave the gun to,

and maybe I'll be able
to get you a reduced sentence.

Get my ass, blondie.

I'm not a fed like him.
I'm Chicago police.

So what?

Means I play
by different rules.

Also means I know the names

of all the shot callers
in the Latin Players.

Tomorrow morning,
we're gonna do a warrant sweep.

Means a lot of people you know
are gonna get arrested.

- That's not my problem.
- But it is.

Because I'm gonna make sure
that they know

you are the snitch
who gave them up.

Now, you know
nobody's gonna believe that.

Really?
Because in my experience,

pissed-off bangers
don't do their homework,

and if they think you're a snitch,
you're a snitch.

In the street,
rumors become facts like that.

I'm done talking.

All right.

So you think
he believed us?

I don't know. What?

Nothing, you just reminded me
of my partner, Maggie,

- in there.
- Oh.

How are you, sir?

In a good way.

Then thank you.

Can you cue up
the audio feed?

So where is your partner?

Uh, she is
on an undercover assignment.

That I know absolutely
nothing about

besides the fact that
she is gone and unreachable.

That's gotta be pretty tough.

Yeah,
but she's really good,

so she'll be fine.

We're up.

Yo, just say the word, man.

Chicago about to throw
that heat.

What are you talking about?

Police and FBI here
sweating me, man.

About what?

That piece that I left behind.

I'm guess it's all connected
to what happened

on the night at Highbridge Park.

All right,
thanks for looking out.

No doubt.

Can you trace
the number that he called?

Pay phone up in Washington Heights.

Okay. Thank you.

Any idea what we're looking for?

Not really.

All we know is
something happened here

three nights ago that might
be linked to Aman's murder.

Okay, let's look for
video cameras.

Canvass for witnesses.

Excuse me.

Do you walk through here
often?

Uh, yeah.
I live close by.

Were you here
three nights ago?

I don't think so.
I'm not really sure.

Do you remember
seeing anything unusual?

People arguing? Gunshots?

No. Sorry.

- Can I go now?
- Yeah.

Hey!

Got a glove
for whatever that's worth.

Runner!

Hey!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Slow down, amigo.

- Don't shoot!
- Relax, we're not gonna shoot.

Just take a deep breath.

Why you running?

Because I just saw that guy,

and I didn't want to get blamed
for it.

Blamed for what?

- The dead body.
- What dead body?

Over there.

I just wanted to see it, I swear.

I've never seen
a dead guy before.

Just watch him.

Hey, guys!

I'm guessing this is what
happened in Highbridge Park

a few nights ago.

So the kid heard
there was a body in the park

and wanted to see it.
He know anything else?

No, he overheard some kids
in the park talking about it.

Doesn't even know
their names.

He has an alibi
for the time of death too,

so we released him
to his parents.

What else do
we know about the dead guy?

Well, Ernesto Garcia,

known member
of the Latin Players,

three priors,
all narcotics-related, right?

Anything else?

Word in Chicago is
he's the number two here in New York.

- All right.
- So how's his death connected

to the engineering students?

- No idea.
- But it is connected.

We heard Santiago
talking to his buddies,

saying that it's related
to something that went down

in Highbridge Park,
which we now know is Ernesto.

Hey, guys.

Here's the footage we recovered
from the park.

- Great.
- Camera angle's about 20 yards east

of the location of
Ernesto's body.

That's Lucas Reed,
Aman's roommate,

walking away from the body.

He's only wearing
one glove too.

Okay, so, Lucas kills Ernesto,

takes the backpack
full of product,

and goes into hiding.

The Latin Players find out
what happened, go after Lucas,

but take Aman instead.

And they beat and torture him
hoping to get intel on Lucas.

Makes perfect sense.

The problem is,
we don't have enough evidence.

There is no video,
no prints, no DNA,

nothing connecting
anyone to Aman's murder.

Which is why
we need to find Lucas Reed.

He is the missing link.

We arrest him
for killing Ernesto

and then leverage his
ass to take down the banger

responsible for torturing
and killing Aman.

I don't know
where Lucas is,

but I found some recent photos
off of his social media.

I'm guessing that's his girlfriend.

Hold on.
I talked to her at the park,

right before
we found Ernesto's body.

Ah, and we have a hit
off of social rec.

Her name is Harper Quinlan,
23 years old,

last known address is 84 Groton
Street, Queens, New York.

Go.

She hasn't lived here
for a while.

About two years.

Do you know a guy named
Lucas Reed?

No, never heard of him. Why?

When was the last time
you talked to your daughter?

Hold on. What's this all about?

We believe that
your daughter's boyfriend

might be involved in a murder.

Oh.

I haven't talked to Harper
in five or six months.

She just...

We lost touch.

She dropped out of college,
started partying...

What about her friends?

Stopped talking to them too.
It's like...

it's like she just cut herself off

from everybody
she knew and loved.

You said that her boyfriend
might be involved.

What about Harper?
She's not part of this, is she?

We don't know.
We're still investigating.

You know
where she's living now?

Some crappy apartment over
in Brooklyn.

I, uh, followed her one day
to this building in Red Hook.

- But you didn't talk to her.
- I tried to.

She... she asked me to leave.

Uh, if she happens
to reach out, give us a call.

I will. The odds ain't great.

Trust me.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

OA and Upton got an address
for the girlfriend.

They're headed there now.

- Kristen.
- Yeah?

Forwarded you some new video
from Highbridge Park,

different angles,
wider coverage.

Uh, 5:54 p.m., that's the
timestamp on the last video

when we saw Lucas leaving the
murder scene with the backpack.

Okay. All right,
got something.

Check this out.

That's Lucas' Range Rover,

but he got into
the passenger's side.

Zoom in. Who's driving?

Son of a bitch.

OA, you're no longer
going over to the apartment

to talk to Harper.

You're going over there
to arrest her.

- Why were you at the park?
- I told you before.

I was walking.

Or was it to recover
the glove that Lucas dropped

after he killed his drug supplier?

I don't know
anything about that.

We have video of you
in the driver's seat

of Lucas' Range Rover
at Highbridge Park

the night that Lucas killed
Ernesto Garcia,

so you are now
an official suspect

in a murder investigation.

That means no more lying,

no more protecting
your boyfriend.

You either cooperate with us
here and now,

or you go to prison.

I'm not gonna help you
ruin Lucas' life.

I just won't.
He's a good person.

Harper, good people don't
sell drugs or kill people.

Yeah, you don't know him
like I do.

He's so nice, and...

- he's sweet...
- In love.

More like dumb love.

What's the difference?

He really loves me.

Lucas isn't who you think he is,
Harper.

Protecting him
will only get you

and more innocent people hurt.

Tell me why you think he was
in the park that night.

I'm not gonna help you.

Are you listening
to what I'm saying to you?

You're a suspect in a murder
investigation here.

Lying to protect him
makes this worse.

You're putting more lives
at risk.

Be smart.

Tell me
why you were there that night.

Harper, you don't need
to go to prison for him.

Unlock it.

What's going on?

Do it.

Pull up your texts.

Oh, my God.

What does it say?

"Return the product, or he's dead.

"You have four hours.

"Tell your man
to meet us at the place

we did our first deal."

Oh, my... oh, my God.

Kay, Tom Quinlan, father
of Lucas Reed's girlfriend,

has been abducted
by the Latin Players.

His home address is
84 Groton Street.

His work address is
29 Parsons Boulevard.

Let's get boots on the ground
in both neighborhoods,

canvass for witnesses,
pull traffic PODS, surveillance cams.

- Hey, Jubal?
- Yeah?

We ran Tom's phone.

It was shut off three seconds
after the text was sent,

but it pinged a tower
in Washington Heights.

Good, good, good.
There's another neighborhood to dig into.

Washington Heights.
Same deal: Witnesses, video.

Emily, you wanna grab Scola
and head down there?

We're on a clock, people!
We got four hours.

Correction,
three hours and 49 minutes.

Let's get moving.

Harper's our best play.

We get her to cooperate,
we got a chance.

Well, I agree,
but so far she's been a brick wall.

Mm.

Let me take a run at her.

I might have an angle to play.

You're in a tough place
right now, Harper.

We have video of you
at the scene of a murder,

which makes you
an accessory.

You're looking
at 15 to 20 years in prison.

But if you cooperate,
we can help you.

We'll talk to the prosecutor,
explain why you were there,

help him understand the nature
of your relationship with Lucas.

What are you talking about?

I know what's going on.

He hurts you, doesn't he?

No. That's not true.

- He's a good guy...
- No, he's not.

What are those bruises
on your neck?

You tried to cover them up,
but I can see them.

When you first met,
I bet he was great.

You guys hit it off,
you had fun.

He was everything you wanted.

But then he started chipping
away at your friends

and your family.

So you pop a pill
to numb the pain

and tell yourself
everything's okay,

just hoping
that the abuse is gonna stop.

Harper.

It won't.

I talked to your dad.

He loves you
very much.

And he needs you
right now.

He's in a lot of danger.

If these guys don't get
their drugs back,

they will kill him.

The only thing that matters now
is you helping us to find Lucas,

so we can recover the drugs
and find your dad.

So how do you know
so much about abuse?

I am sorry, I did not mean
anything by that.

No, it's fine.
It's all good.

Everyone becomes
a cop for a reason.

I guess that's mine.

Uh, yeah.

Don't forget, Harper.

He wants the cash
to get out of town,

but we need the location
where he first met his dealer.

That's where your dad is.

Got eyes on Lucas.

Just got out of the Range Rover.

Here we go.

- Sup, baby.
- Hey.

- How much you get?
- 2,400.

Nice work. Nice work.

I really appreciate it.

Babe.

They took my father.

What are you talking about?

That guy that you deal with,
they grabbed my father

and texted me that
they're gonna kill him

unless we return the drugs
that you took.

Oh, no, no.

I can't... I can't do that.

- They took my father!
- Look, I feel bad,

but they will kill me.

- Oh, Jesus, don't...
- Lucas.

Don't give me
the sad eyes look.

Lucas.

I'm screwed.

Look, I gotta look out for me...
for us, you understand?

Look, I need to know
where you and Ernesto

did your first deal

'cause that's where they wanna meet.

I just told you, I'm not going...

I will go!

I'll call my uncle.
He has a lot of money.

Maybe I can negotiate
a deal or something.

I gotta get moving, all
right, so give me the money.

- Where did you meet him?
- Stay strong.

Location first,
then give him the money.

Lucas.

Lucas. Lucas!

I'll call you later on, all right?

Damn it. Move in now!

Lucas!

You lying sack of...

Get down!

- Get down!
- Move, move!

Oh!

Get down!

- Move!
- Get down!

- Drop it!
- Get down!

Ooh!

Lucas! Lucas!

Lucas! Lucas...

It's okay.

It's okay.

No, no, no!

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

This is my fault.

- I screwed up.
- No, you did great.

I shouldn't have given him
the money.

I didn't even get the location.

Listen, we'll find the location.

We'll find the drugs.
Don't worry about that.

Sounded like he was ready
to hit the road,

so I'm guessing
his dope is close by.

- Nothing back here.
- Yeah.

There's nothing here either.

Any luck?

Nope. Nothing.

- You have the keys on you?
- Yeah.

Here, let me try something.

Hop in. Shut the trunk.

I already pushed it.
Nothing happened.

Okay, Chicago.

I have a CI
who installs these things.

Engine has to be on and doors
closed in order for it to open.

Okay, we got the dope.

Now we just gotta figure out
where to deliver it to.

Yep.

We have Lucas' texts from
the phone he was carrying.

Since Harper said he started
doing business

with the Latin Players
about a month ago...

- Yeah.
- We need to scrub that time period.

There, on the 28th.
There's a text that says,

"Meeting's at 2.
Let's do 9 instead of 8."

"Let's do 9 instead of 8"?

But the meeting's at 2:00.
Is that some sort of code?

Well, here's Lucas' GPS data
from that day around that time.

All right, so from 1:37 to 3:12,

he was in Brooklyn
down by the river.

- Kristen, can you zoom in?
- Mm-hmm.

Get a more specific look at this.

Yeah, over here.
Can you drill down right there?

Okay.

They met at 2:00 at a dock.

Pier nine instead of pier eight.

- That's the meeting place.
- There it is.

We've got 67 minutes to get
the drugs down to pier nine.

Unfortunately, the guy
we need to deliver the drugs

is at the city morgue.

I'll go under as Lucas' friend.

I'll give him the coke
in exchange for Harper's dad.

No. These guys have done
their homework.

They're not gonna
buy that.

I get it,
but I think I can pull it off.

No, I agree with OA.
It's too risky.

So we need a plan C.

Let me do it.

He's my father.

I'm the one who got him
into this awful situation.

So let me do it.

Let me do something meaningful.

Something that will make me
feel good about myself...

Please.

Gotta let me do it.

You're gonna do great.

Just follow the plan
we laid out.

He doesn't get the second
bag until you see your father.

Right. Got it.

And if your dad's not
at the meeting place,

you tell the man
to bring him there.

He'll say no.
You stand your ground.

You have more leverage than
you think.

This dope is worth
a lot of money,

and that's all
they really care about.

It's okay to be nervous.

They'd be suspicious
if you weren't.

You good?

I'm good.

Okay.

Okay.

Here we go.

Alpha team in position.

Where's Lucas?

He sent me instead.

And my product?

There's only one kilo here.

The other four are close by.

Close by doesn't do me
no good.

Show me where my father is,

and I'll get you the other four.

Don't get cute with me,
mama.

I'll cut your throat.

Go get my dope.

Let's get ready to move in.

No, no. Give her a chance.

You trying to get
your dad killed?

'Cause that's what's happen
if you keep playing.

- I need to see him.
- He's alive.

I promise.

I need proof.

Right over there, chica.

Okay, we got eyes on the dad.
We're good to go.

Wait, wait, wait.

Let's see if we can get him
talking about Aman's murder.

As soon as we see a weapon,
we roll.

Okay.

Be a good girl,
go get my dope.

Do that,

Big Papa walks.

I'll go with you.

So...

So...

How do I know you're not gonna
kill me and my father

once I give you the dope?

I don't kill civilians.
Bad for business.

You kill that Indian guy?

He was a civilian.

I try my best,
but I'm not perfect, mama.

You did good, Harper.

FBI! Don't move!

Drop your weapon now!

- Let me see your hands now!
- Dad!

- Hands up!
- Put the gun on the ground!

Step away! Put it down now!

Get on the ground!
Get on the ground, now!

Dad!

Oh!

Let me go!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

- Hey.
- Hey.

I just filed my 302.
Do you need help with yours?

Nah, I just finished.

So, I have to admit,
I wasn't so sure about you.

Yeah, well, I wasn't sure
about you either.

But you're all right.
For a fed.

You wanna grab a beer?

I'm okay.

You don't have to look after
the new kid.

I am pretty sure
you don't need looking after.

Come on, you saved my life.

The least you can do
is let me buy you a drink.

For the tenth time,
I didn't save your life.

All right, let's grab a beer,

but only if you tell me
why you became a fed.

I told you my reason.

It's only fair
you tell me yours.

Deal.

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