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Previously on Fern.

Kevin Stack was saving money for Noble Insurance by killing terminally ill

patients, and he was using my client, Sarah Holt, to do it.

And Martin Moxon must have figured out the truth and decided to blow the

whistle. That must be why he leaked that list to you.

I didn't know Martin even had a safe deposit box.

They're copies of patient files.

All of them are marked deceased.

You know who's next?

I always thought we could control him, but you're right.

It's time we end this.

My guys should be there now.

Go to your window. Do it now.

Oh, my God.

Listen to me. The spot we first met, get there if you can. I'll be waiting. If I

don't see you all night, then get out.

What do you see? I've got blood on the floor.

Who's blood?

I'll check it out.

Team 3D, read me. I have Team 3D, a copy.

Happy.

Where's Misha? I thought he said you were all coming in.

This is it?

Do you think he's in there?

Find out.

Let's go.

No, wait.

I still think this is a trap.

I never trusted Andrew, and I sure as hell don't now.

Look, he did warn me about the attack.

I'm with Tammy on this. This guy's a born liar.

Why here, anyway?

Because this is where Andrew and I first met.

Let's do this.

Sir. Help me understand this.

Uh, sir.

How you let him get away again.

McDare knew we were coming. Someone tipped him off.

And so three highly skilled special ops vets still couldn't bring down a

suburban lawyer, his school teacher wife, and ten-year-old child.

Where's your weapon?

Uh, sir, the file's from Moxon's bank books.

It's a start.

Keep searching. Tear this place apart.

Police could be here any minute. I gave you a direct order, soldier.

Yes, sir.

Oh, buddy.

So glad to see you.

Well, you still glad?

What are you doing?

That depends on whether you give us some straight answers for a change.

Buddy, put the gun down.

You don't like it?

Scary looking down the barrel of a gun, huh?

I got it off the guy who was hoping to kill my family!

I wasn't supposed to come to that.

Get out.

Get down.

Come to what?

The whole... Story, Andrew. Now.

Okay, look.

It started when Alex asked my help with damage control of what Kevin Stack was

up to at Noble Insurance.

You mean murdering patients.

He was a one-man death panel.

Sarah Holt, she worked for Stack, and she was charged with the murder of

Margaret Whitaker. You mean she killed her. You can quit talking like a lawyer

now, Andrew.

Yeah.

No question.

And when you got her case...

Alex assigned me to bring you over to the firm so we could keep tabs on him.

Is the entire firm involved?

Only a few others who Alex trusted.

Oh, other liars.

No one counted on how persistent you'd all be in digging up the real truth.

But I swear, I was told that the killings were going to stop and that no

one else would get hurt.

I only agreed to help out a client, not take part in a criminal conspiracy. It

was about damage control, not about doing more damage.

Damage control?

No. Damage control? Martin Markson is dead.

Sarah Holt was murdered in prison.

Men came into my house and tried to kill my family tonight.

Which is why I called to warn you as soon as I found out.

Look, you've been lied to, buddy.

Okay, that's on me.

But I've been lied to also.

The question is, is now what can we do together to make this right?

Make it right?

You played us from the start. How do we know you're not playing us now?

You're just lucky I'm not the one holding a gun.

Why don't we just take him to the feds? Turn him into the cops or someone. Come

on, Mitch. Because we left the evidence in the house when we escaped.

All right, this is what is going to happen now. You are going to help us

take down Kevin Stack and Alex Clark, not because it's the right thing to do,

but because you don't want to lose your bar license or go to prison for a very

long time. Mitch, buddy.

Stop calling me that.

Whatever you need.

In the morning, I'll go to the U.S. Attorney.

Alex would have had Stack store all the incriminating documents at the firm,

because that way they would be protected by attorney-client privilege.

Yeah, there is an unmarked room where all that stuff is kept.

It's only accessible by Alex and Stack via some kind of security fob. Stack

wears his around his neck.

His car has been ID'd. I need a different ride.

Yeah, I can drop you at a rental place.

Come on.

What about Alex?

She's not gonna want to go down with Stack's ship.

She is loyal as a stack. I don't know what's at the bottom of that. Money.

But she's also a survivor.

She'll know when it's time to cut fate. I've seen her do it before. I'll

approach her.

Andrew, you working the other side?

I'll kill you.

Look, I chose sides the minute I picked up the phone with Warren Mitch, okay?

I'm a dead man walking if a stack ever finds that out.

The only chance to survive this is to help you.

First of all, to help each other.

You really think we can trust him?

I don't.

That's why I want you and Ray to go to Ken Ross and Clark and suss out this

unmarked room. From this moment forward, we don't do anything without a backup

plan.

Hey. How are you and Claire?

Under the circumstances?

How's the place?

Amazingly familiar.

Everything. The silverware, towels, everything in exactly the same cupboards

as Phoenix, Oklahoma, everywhere.

It's almost funny.

Are you okay?

Under the circumstances, but clear on it.

Someone wants to talk to you.

Dad?

Hey, baby. How you holding up?

Well, okay, I guess. I feel safe here.

When are you coming?

Oh, I still got some things to take care of here, sweetie.

I want you to know that this is not like before. This will be over within a few

days, and we will be back home.

Back to our normal lives, okay?

I miss you.

Claire.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you, too.

Thanks.

It's Louis Mitchell. You gotta stop screwing around and come in.

Look, Louis.

I want to thank you for looking out for my family. No, no, no. Listen to me.

Thank you.

It figures that the Washington Hilton would have a particularly fine

presidential suite.

The envy of more than one president.

Please, sit.

It's good of you to come, Kevin.

Would you like something? The chef will make you whatever you desire. No, thank

you, sir. I'm fine.

We had an understanding.

Sir? You came to us with a proposition.

You'd get to execute your personal agenda, or should I say crusade, and

Noble will make a great deal of money.

Which I believe you have.

Yes, and as CEO, I'm properly grateful.

However, certain difficulties have cropped up. I assure you, sir, I've got

things handled. A foot chase in the heart of the capital's prime tourist

destination. A valued employee plunging to his doom. A botched home invasion.

One can hardly make a plausible assertion that whatever handling this

represents occurred with any particular discretion.

A CEO can hardly be expected to know the details of everything his subordinates

get themselves up to.

If asked...

I may not recall if you and I have ever met.

Point being, should these troubling matters not be thoroughly, promptly, and

above all, quietly brought under control, things are liable to become

difficult for the principal parties involved.

And my hands will be tied.

I understand completely, sir.

I won't let the company down.

I have every confidence.

And you had physical proof of this? We had all the documentation at the house.

We were going to hand it over to you this morning.

Well, there's not much we can do without it. We can question Stack and Alex

Clark.

It'll get you nowhere.

Okay, look, I have a more pressing concern.

There is a name on Stack's future victim hit list.

Isaac Nash.

Now, his date of death is recorded as today. This is his address.

If somebody doesn't get over there to protect him, one of Stack's henchmen

will murder him, the way Sarah Holt murdered Margaret Whitaker. But you

expect me to go there? I can't. It's outside my jurisdiction.

I expect that you don't want to be party to letting another innocent victim die.

Lives are at stake. You have to do something.

I can't even justify a warrant without that lost documentation.

Lost when they burglarized my home with the intent to kill me and my entire

family. And your evidence consists of what? Can you ID the men who did the

breaking? William Herman and Vincent Mercer, but they are just foot soldiers.

Stack is the mastermind behind this whole thing. I can question Stack. I can

get a sketch artist. A sketch artist? You're not listening to me. These men

are committing mass murder. You have to wrap up this conspiracy before more

lives are lost.

I have heard that there are documents at Kenross in an unmarked room.

But you want us to arrest first and then fish around for the supposed evidence

that you've heard maybe there?

If we did that to a client of yours, you would make us laughingstocks. And you'd

be right.

I wish there was something more we could do, Mitch. I'm sorry.

What'd they say?

They need more. And they're not wrong. We've got to get it for them.

She says this Nash is on a list to be killed today.

And off this random name on a list she can't produce, she wants us to do what

exactly? Babysit?

I've got her and her daughter under federal protection from these people.

She's not making this up. I'm saying don't fall for the McDeers.

I did that once. They want our cooperation when it suits them. They

think us feds are tools for them to use whenever they want.

We're not their puppets.

They were right about that firm's mob connection in your old case.

Yeah, and it nearly cost me my career.

They don't play straight. They freelance, and they leave you holding a

handful of air. Do your pension a solid and steer well clear. I can't just stand

down and let this targeted patient die.

I can't commit Bureau resources without more to go on. So I guess I'm checking

this out on my own. You'll regret it.

Thanks for your time.

Dimitri says we can hole up here. One condition, we don't touch anything.

No worries there. I can't tell whether it's pesto or mold.

Dude.

Okay, so this Dimitri, he's cool?

He certainly thinks so.

Trustworthy. Yeah.

I'd vouch for him before that Weasel Andrew any day. Yeah, well, that Weasel

Andrew got us these floor plans.

All right, so the secret room is on the fourth floor. The elevator's here, the

secret room is there, but there's no markings on the door, but there is a

security keypad.

We're gonna need to get a clean look at that keypad for Dimitri. And he'll be

able to figure it out and get us in? If anybody can, it's him. Take a look

around. Wait, you two can't just go into Kenross.

They know you there. You need some kind of disguise.

Handled, divorce attorney, client.

She's affluent, she's a woman scorned, she's bitter, she's on a mission, but

it's cool because she's banging her attorney.

That's probably more backstory than we needed to know.

It's all about subtext, honey. Ray knows nothing about his character.

Where's Glasses?

He'll be fine.

Well, all I know is he's gonna pay after what he put me through I'm gonna give

you the best settlement I can well prenups are made be broken And I want

the house and I want the boat and I want the horse tone us down a notch

Teach him to mess with my sister

And you can tell him that if he doesn't give me what I want, I'll let everybody

know what he'd like to do with a whip.

All right, you think they want it?

You're selling it, Harden.

It wouldn't kill you to play up your part a little bit more. Not sure I like

your character.

All right, sweetie.

Try it on here.

Uh, can I help you?

Looking for Tom Lay's office.

Her husband's a divorce attorney.

Going up against Tom.

Watch your feelings.

But you guys are on the wrong floor. Tom's on three.

Ah, thank you.

Okay, Andrew said it was an unmarked door except for the security pad.

Here.

Really?

I thought I told you guys.

Tom's on three.

Yes, thank you. He never listens.

Always thinks he knows better than everyone.

Three, thank you.

Okay, so it's like the guy said. It looks to be, and these pics are awesome,

by the way. Have you heard of something called focus?

We were under a little bit of pressure.

Dimitri, how about you focus? The system. Okay, standard, state-of-the

-art, top security deal. It's got a code changeover and regular reset occurring

in six-minute intervals, slave to the key fob that your inside guy mentioned.

And can it be replicated?

No way, dude. No.

And neither you nor anyone else is getting in that room without one of

those fobs. Whoever set this up is mega paranoid about access.

Now what, Mertz?

U.S. Marshal, I need to speak with Isaac Nash, I assume he's your patient.

Yeah, Mr. Nash needs to rest, but I can give him a message. I need to see him

right now, resting or not. Look, I'm really sorry, but whatever this is

about, it's just gonna have to wait.

I guess I'll come back then.

Andrew? I just got a call from McDeer.

Okay. He said guys with guns stormed his house last night.

He and his family barely escaped.

Really?

Okay, this is what we're not gonna do, Alex.

That thing where I ask if you knew about it and you pretend like it's all news to

you? Andrew, I swear, I... Okay, Alex, does I swear have some other meaning

where you grew up?

What do you want, Andrew?

Some assurance that I'm not being set up as an accessory to attempted murder.

A guarantee that I don't go to jail or get disbarred over actions that I never

signed on for.

A little overdramatic, don't you think?

Ben tried to kill him and his family in the middle of the night. I'd be

interested to hear what you consider dramatic.

I'm not discussing this on the phone. No.

Or at your office. I want neutral territory.

Meet me at Bar Lux tomorrow morning at 1030.

I can't. Be there, Alex, or I start evaluating my options.

Like walking into the Federal Building and telling the truth.

I'll see you there.

This is where you're staying?

Dude, don't diss my crib.

No, I like the dust. I have skin ambience.

Where are we with Alex?

I've set a meeting outside the office for your instruction.

Good. Because we will go with a backup plan if she does not listen to reason.

Stack has a peanut allergy. We found it in his military file.

A pretty bad one. The slightest contact with peanut residue and he goes into

that shock I can't pronounce.

Anaphylactic. Anaphylactic.

Okay. We're in Dosim.

I'm sorry, what?

Yeah, we should have been more specific.

You're going to Dosim.

You're kidding, right?

No. If we can't get the security fob off Alex, we will take it off Stack.

I don't know.

Andrew, this is where you make us believe.

Actions, not slippery words.

Don't make me point out that you owe us, buddy.

Stack here.

McDeer's trail's gone completely cold. I have no idea where he is, and I gather

from my man inside, neither do the feds. Call me back.

Surprised to see me?

No, not at all. I meant alive.

What am I saying? By now you have been briefed on how Kevin Stack's hitmen blew

their assignment.

I don't think we should continue this conversation.

I have something to propose to you, and you will hear me out. Then if you

choose, you may go.

This is over.

Kevin Stack is going down. Now you can go down with him, but I fail to see the

career advantage in choosing to tie yourself to a mass murderer.

You can claim ignorance, privilege.

I don't need to explain your fallback options to you. I know you are prepared

for a day like today. It is time to break the glass.

If you get up out of that chair without agreeing to cooperate in full,

you will go to prison for the rest of your life.

You're bluffing.

If you really had Stack, you wouldn't need me.

This is a Hail Mary.

Nice try.

Roger that.

I'll just show you.

Thank you.

So

this

really works in a glass elevator.

Yeah, we scramble the signal. I've had a lot of guests complain about cell phones

in a space that small.

Leave this.

That stays dead? Yeah. You got 15 minutes.

15?

Thank you.

Oh, sorry.

Yeah. Excuse me, lady.

Yeah. You're on. I just lifted Stack's epinephrine injector.

Andrew? Yeah.

Yeah, I got it.

You guys say we got 15 minutes. Well, that should be enough.

So should, brother.

That's what we got.

Abby. Hello?

Mitch, Lewis Coleman has been shot.

What? Are you and Claire all right? We're fine. It didn't happen here. It

was at that patient's house who was marked next to die.

What a stats killer's shot.

Is Lewis all right?

I don't know.

Don't blame yourself, Abby. They're willing to shoot federal agents now.

Please, Mitch, be careful.

I will. This will all be over with soon.

Stack is spinning out of control.

He shot Lewis.

What's so damn important?

Oh, Kevin. Hey.

Where's Alex?

We don't talk without Alex.

Get Alex in here.

Now! Yeah.

I'll get her on her cell.

Yeah, Alex, it's Andrew.

Yeah, Kevin Stack wants to know where you are.

Yep.

Okay, well, you're gonna have to tell him that yourself.

What? Hello?

Just waiting for the changeover.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Okay.

63084195.

63084195. Yeah.

You got six minutes.

hear me someone

he's fine

he's fine you can go back to work fine

so what's going on

I don't know it was just one second he was fine and then he just passed out all

right take a look

It's down this way.

Mitch, to what do we owe the honor?

You know, I come from time to time. Not to suit me. How's that beautiful wife

and daughter of yours?

Fine. You? Yours? My wife hates me and the kids ignore me, so, you know,

normal. That brother of yours staying out of trouble?

Sorry, seems to be.

Good, good.

Actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about.

Someone get here right now!

How much longer?

Is he gonna die?

You mean you gotta give him that shot of epinephrine right before he could die?

He's not helping. Shut up.

My neighbor's kid got caught with a little pot.

Give him another.

The dad's a big K Street mover.

I'd be happy to meet with him. As a favor to me?

Great.

We're putting in a pool, so I kind of want to get on the dad's good side.

Mitch, we're going to be late for that meeting. Sorry.

Meeting?

Should I be insulted I wasn't invited?

No, it's nothing. I'm just jerking you, Jane.

Any meeting I can miss this time, I can be billing.

Eat my dust, McDeer. I'll have that kid call you. Great.

Any update on Lewis?

He's out of surgery.

Doesn't look like it hit anything critical.

It's time to stop screwing around now.

Where the hell is Mitch?

You don't want me to call you a liar. You're going to have to stop lying to

me. I want to know where he is, what he's up to, now.

I can't help you.

You can.

You won't.

Help always goes one way with the McDeers.

Lewis Coleman's blood is on your hands.

You and Mitch.

My hands?

If you hadn't sat on your hands, Lewis would be fine.

And Isaac Nash would still be alive.

Get Mitch to come in.

This cowboy grandstanding ends now.

You let the professionals take over.

In other words, what we've been trying to get you to do.

Ma'am, we'll have you out of there in a few minutes.

Finally!

Ten seconds. Six.

Three. Zero.

Eight. Five.

One. Three.

Two. Five.

One. Okay.

Come on!

You don't have time for this!

Come on.

Yeah. We're in. Hurry. I have to hit him with the injector shot in the next two

minutes. Okay.

Start copying.

Hey.

That means she's out.

What? She's not over here.

There's no port.

What does that mean? There's no place to plug this in. Meaning what?

Meaning I don't know how we're going to get what we need.

Call Dimitri.

Right.

How's my favorite fave?

Not now, Dimitri. We have a problem.

There's no port in this computer.

Okay, show me what you're dealing with.

What are you doing? He wants me to take a picture.

How are we doing on time?

Not good, Tammy. Come on.

All right, it looks like you're dealing with a military-grade setup.

You're right, there's no ports for maximum security, so there's no way of

copying anything.

What are you saying?

You're just going to have to take the hard drive.

All of them? Chill.

Here's what we're going to do. Go over to the computer.

What?

Okay. All right.

You're going to run a search for the documents you're looking for while Mitch

keeps an eye on the bank of hard drives.

And what do I do?

Whichever drive blinks when you find the one you're looking for, that's the one

you want. Stay on the line.

Of course. Come on. I never leave you sweet cheeks.

It's good to know.

Sorry, dude.

Mitch, tell me which hard drive is blinking.

Uh... Okay.

This one. What do I do?

Rip it out. Rip it out? What do you mean, rip it out? Rip it out.

How do I check out?

All right, thanks, Dimitri.

Yeah. We got it.

Give him the shot and get out of there.

On it.

Okay.

Um... All right, did it work? I don't know. You can tell me later.

Wait.

What's wrong?

When the code resets, it must prevent entry and exit, too.

Oh, my God.

Yeah? Okay, we are stuck inside. We need the new code.

Too late. I'm already outside. I gave Stack the shot. By the time I get back,

he's gonna be awake.

Come on.

He hasn't woken up. Good. Because we need the new code. We're stuck inside.

He just moved. Andrew, get us the code. Come on.

Yeah.

Okay. Okay.

70242639. Slow down, Andrew.

702.

702. 426.

426. 3. 3.

And?

Yeah, just reset.

Just reset. No, no. Come on, Andrew. Give us the code. Okay.

Four, two, three, five.

Four, two, three, five.

Nine, six, eight. Nine, six, eight.

Andrew, what?

Three. Three.

Andrew, Alex just entered the building. You cannot use the front door.

One step out of here, buddy.

I'm in the back stairwell.

I'm okay.

I dare set me up.

Aided by your friend, Andrew.

Get him.

I'm stuck.

Just watch your back. Get out, go straight to Demetrius.

You made it.

Andrew? Andrew?

I took the hard drive.

Not good.

What did McDare want to talk to you about?

You're cutting me, Liz.

I didn't consider it for a minute.

It's a smart play now.

Want to take another minute?

Not then, not now, not ever.

We need to fix this.

McDere has something I want.

I'll get something he wants.

What's your name?

Agent Kaczynski.

Your first name?

Chris.

I knew an agent named Chris.

In Scottsdale.

Chris Murphy.

Have you ever heard of him?

No.

He had a daughter named Olive.

She was my agent.

I wasn't allowed to meet her, though.

Do you have kids?

Not yet.

When I do...

I hope they're brave like you.

I'm not brave.

Don't tell my mom, but I'm pretty scared most of the time.

That's true. I can't tell.

Yeah, well... I just feel like something bad's gonna happen.

Yes? Agent Terrence wants to see you.

Regarding what? Agent Terrence, you can't...

I want a material witness warrant for Mitch, Abby, and Ray McDear, as well as

Tammy Hemphill.

Wayne. A federal agent's been shot. I'm done screwing around.

I want them tracked down and brought in to tell us once and for all everything

they know. I don't have grounds for that, and you know it.

If it was one of yours took a bullet, would you stand on ceremony like this?

What was Lewis doing out there on his own?

Let me guess. He came to you for backup, and you told him no. I told him I don't

take orders from the McDears.

So that's it. You left Lewis to investigate and it almost got him

killed. And now you come in here asking for warrants? I will not let Mitch

McDeer and his family withhold information.

And I won't apply for baseless warrants to satisfy your guilt.

I have a meeting.

It's me.

Find them and bring them in.

Let me worry about that, but I want them all in my office by this afternoon.

This ends here.

How you doing?

Groovy. Thank you for asking.

Good being a wise guy. I'm decoding the hard drive.

Okay. You're all just gonna have to back off and chill. This is gonna take time.

I'm dealing with military-grade encryption here. You don't just waltz

into a system like this. The dudes who set this up have skills.

Well, you can do it.

Yeah, yeah, I got mad skills, too. I thought you were taking this into the

feds. They could decode this way faster. I am gonna take it to them, but after

everything we've been through, I need a copy of it first before I can give it to

them. Well, then, it's gonna take as long as it takes.

Just a little patience, please.

We've been told to bring you to FBI Special Agent Wayne Terrence's office.

Same for your husband, his brother, and Miss Hemphill.

Fine.

I'm not leaving without my daughter. My orders didn't say anything about her.

I don't care about your orders. I'm telling you that I'm not going anywhere

with anyone without her.

Claire?

Uh, we're gonna pay a visit to the FBI.

Dad too?

You made it out.

Not exactly.

You have something of mine.

What happened to Andrew?

He's not the one you should be worried about right now.

What do you want?

You know the answer to that.

You have something that belongs to me.

So I'm taking something that belongs to you. The thing most precious.

Ready?

My family is under protection.

You're not as smart as I took you for if you think they can be protected from me

I'm sending a live feed to your phone Watch this