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DISPATCHER: Sentinel vehicle 1149,

this is dispatch.

Please proceed to the second pickup.

* Living on free food tickets *

* Ordering the milk from the hole in the roof... *

Heads up, kid.

We're on approach.

* What can you do? *

Hey, Tony, you ever do the math?

Every damn day.

Broke as a joke, and we're babysitting more money than God?

Yeah, it's like being a lifeguard who can't swim.

Or a cook who can't eat.

You know, after the pickup, we'll be half a mil heavier.

We could just keep on driving.

* Smiles in the heart of the... *

Oh, yeah? Make a run for the border?

I'm just talking, man.

Where do we go? Canada?

Hell, no. Mexico.

Ooh.

Beaches. Margaritas.

Senoritas. (laughing)

I don't hate it, brother.

Yeah, the only problem with that is, Jordan, I know your wife.

She'll hunt you down like the dog you are.

-(laughing) -A man can dream.

-A man can dream. -(laughing)

* And with a hole in your shoe *

* Lets the snow come through... *

All right, dreamer, lock in. We're here.

-* Or you better go home * -Copy.

* Where it's warm, and you will live *

* In the love of the common people *

* Smiles in the heart of the family man *

* You're daddy's gonna buy you *

* A dream to cling to *

* And your mother's gonna love you just as much as she can *

* She can. *

You're clear.

(engine idling)

JORDAN: Heading back.

You're clear.

Pop the door.

(door buzzes, lock clicks)

MAN: Hands up. Now!

Please, man. I have a family. Don't do this.

Just-just put your hands behind your back. Get on the ground

-and you won't get hurt. -Man, I-I get it. I get it,

all right? It looks like a quick score.

But this is a federal offense. All right? 20 years minimum.

-Shut up. Just shut up. -Hey, Jordan what's the holdup?

Look, look, my partner sees this, he's gone, all right?

Foot on the gas, you get next to nothing. It's not worth it.

TONY: Come on, man, we got

-a schedule. -Just get on the ground.

All right, okay, okay. Oh, yeah.

-(Jordan grunts) -Jordan!

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

* *

CASSIE: So, as I was saying, this is four bedrooms.

Stunning open kitchen.

You have a hot tub. Full amenities.

Gym, pool. All the bells and whistles.

And, of course, this absolutely incredible terrace.

(Sam laughs)

This is... (laughs)

Cassie.

You do know I work for the federal government, right?

Yes. Do you mean the money?

-Yeah, I mean the money. -Okay.

Well, don't worry about that.

Look, this is a great place. I can't afford it.

Sam, it's free.

My client's in his upstate house for the season. This is

literally sitting here empty.

That doesn't make it free.

Okay, well, I did tell him about you.

Is that right?

I said you were a Navy SEAL turned Navy cop,

and genuinely a solid guy.

Look, he said he'd love if you could house-sit for him.

It's helping him out, and it's his way

of saying thank you for your service.

Hmm. (laughs)

I'm not so sure I'm comfortable with that.

-And why not? -Free isn't always free.

Sam, you risk your life for this country every day,

yes? Okay.

My client got rich selling plant-based macaroons.

Look, the point is, if you don't take this,

he's gonna give it to somebody less deserving

and probably less trustworthy.

I think this all evens out.

Ah.

ADDY: I made a promise.

I'll stick to my promise-- 20 questions.

-That's nice of you to say. -You're welcome.

I want to take my time with this one bec...

ADDY: What?

Uh...

Oh.

I appreciate that.

Thanks.

-Morning. -Morning.

-Hey. -Hey.

So, talking about me?

No.

-No. -Hmm.

-No -Yeah, you were.

-No, we weren't. -I... Where I walked in,

I saw you were talking,

and then you looked at me and you stopped, and...

No, no, we were, um...

We were talking about Sam, actually.

-Yeah. -Oh. Okay, what about him?

Um...

Well, it's just... You know, it's just been, like, a...

There's been, like, a big vibe shift

-since he started here. -Exactly.

He's just, like... he's very alpha.

-Yeah. Yeah. -Hmm. Go on.

It-it just... Uh, you know,

he's got this, like, you know, quiet charisma.

A certain, like, command presence.

-That's right. Yeah. Yeah. -Yeah.

Guy really owns the room. You can just kind of...

-You feel it when he walks in. -Yeah.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I feel you.

Um, and that's a vibe shift how?

It-It's just a different type of leadership, that's all.

Yeah, different than-than... than my leadership.

-Well... -Totally. Yeah,

-you're louder, and, uh, more -Yeah? Okay.

of, like, a look-at-me kind of leader.

Right, and we're not saying that one's better than the other.

-It's just, you know, different. -No. No, no, no.

-Different, yeah. Okay. -Yeah.

-Hey. -NICK: Hey.

Got a case.

Teamwork makes the dreamwork. Let's go.

-Yes, sir. -It sure does.

You know, I would follow that man through the gates of hell.

Okay.

-We'd follow you, too, though. -Thanks, buddy.

ROBYN: It's the third

armored car hit in two years.

The take is just under two million.

But it's the same M.O.

Ambush the guard as they exit

while a sniper drops the driver before they can move the truck.

ADDY: I'm sure FBI and NYPD

are all over this. Why is this our handle?

ROBYN: Naval Corps Credit Union.

The truck was transporting 500,000

in PX deposits from Weapons Station Earle.

-They stole from the military. -WYATT: According to this,

two of the robberies hit in the last six weeks.

Okay, so, all the guards ended up dead in all these robberies?

Well, the guards were zip-tied without incident.

Clean and controlled up until this one.

But all the drivers were killed.

This crew made damn sure that truck wasn't going anywhere

until they emptied all the money out of the rear compartment.

Sean, can you roll the security footage from the bank?

You can see that guy panicked.

He's checking his pulse.

He clearly didn't want to kill anyone.

Intent doesn't matter. Okay? The money's gone,

guards are dead.

I'm sorry, what-what are we doing with that tie?

I'm a workplace professional, Nick.

-Sometimes I wear a tie. -I know, but you're not really

wearing it like a tie. I mean, maybe you're being ironic.

-I don't know. What? -Hey, Nick? Excuse me.

Sean, can you freeze it right there?

Yeah, yeah.

ROBYN: All right, right here--

that's where we get lucky. See, he took his glove off

trying to help the guard, but he never put it back on again

before he started grabbing for the cash.

NYPD lifted a clean print

off of the rear door.

Our shooter... Sean?

...is Freddy Smith.

Forty years old. Ex-Army, three tours,

came home addicted and fell through the cracks.

We have a last known address?

Uh, no, nothing listed.

But he did a few rounds at a V.A. rehab, so...

-Hmm. -Hmm. Wyatt, Addy, why don't you head over

to the V.A.? Maybe they know where Freddy's been staying.

Yeah.

Nick and I can walk the crime scene.

This is an extremely violent crew. Let's move fast.

Got it.

The suspect that shot the guard outside the truck

jumped in a gray sedan with no plates

and took off northbound.

We're scrubbing traffic cams for additional,

but no luck so far.

-And you already have statements from the bank employees? -Yeah.

But nothing we didn't already know.

-You two handling this? -Thank you. Thank you, Sonia.

-Yeah. -Yeah. I'm Special Agent Sam Hanna,

this is Special Agent Nick Schaeffer. You are?

I'm their supervisor. They were good men.

With families.

I'm very sorry for the loss.

-You guys have been hit before, right? -No.

Not us. We heard about the others,

so it's been on our radar.

-Ah. -Seems like they knew the pickup schedule.

Was it the same time each week or does it vary?

For this place, it's on an as-needed basis, so it varies.

MAN: Hey, Joe, family's here.

That's their wives, and I've got to go talk to them.

-Okay. Thank you. -Thank you.

All right, I had a case like this

few years back.

Same thing. Guy tried to shoot

through the window of an armored truck, couldn't get through.

And this level-ten,

bullet-resistant glass is no joke.

The sergeant said the witnesses heard two shots.

Said it sounded like a sonic boom,

which means it was probably a 50-cal.

So I'm thinking the first shot hits the glass and weakens it.

The second shot-- because it was a good sniper--

hit the exact same spot, finished the job.

-Ah-ha. -CSU found a bullet over here, right?

Okay, the first bullet ricocheted off the glass,

went over here.

It's tungsten, armor piercing.

Shooter knew what he was doing.

-Thank you. -Uh-huh. All right.

So now we just got to figure out the hide.

Well...

all of these are all dead angles.

Everywhere except there.

You look at it, it's a clean line of sight,

here to there.

I'd start my search right there.

That's the hide.

-NICK: Found the two casings. -Yeah.

It was two rounds from a 50 cal.

Still don't think the shooter's ex-military,

or he would have collected his brass. Thank you.

-You're good. -Maybe he got spooked

when he heard the sirens. I mean,

it's still not the easiest shot in the world, right?

Nah.

And if you had a great scope

and a stable shooting platform,

even a jittery caffeine freak

like you could hit that target.

-What do you mean, jittery? -You drink a lot coffee.

-You drink a lot of coffee. -You had at least

-eight cups yesterday. -You're keeping track of

-the amount of coffee that I drink? -No. I just don't want

-your little heart to explode. -(phone vibrates)

What do you got?

We got a last known on Freddy. A hostel in Queens

-where vets can rent rooms. -Shaky.

Okay, we're close. We'll go.

All right, I'll, uh, text you the address

and then copy the search warrant.

-(phone chimes) -Ah.

-What do you got? -Got a location on Freddy.

-Okay. Where? -My old neighborhood.

-Okay. -Hmm.

Going home.

(indistinct chatter on TV)

Sir, go back in the apartment. Close the door.

Go. Go.

NCIS. We have a warrant.

Try the door.

Oh.

Go.

SAM: Damn.

Well...

Yeah.

-Murder weapon in that hat? -No. Terrible logo, though.

I didn't find it either. He must have ditched it.

Yeah. Probably in the bottom of the Hudson or Baisley Pond.

NICK: Yeah, well, I don't think

that Freddy's the guy you want holding the bag.

Hey, do me a favor. Have the lab rush

the analysis on that, please.

-You got it. -What are you thinking?

The needle's half full.

Track marks on this guy's arm-- he's been shooting dope

-for a long time. -Mm-hmm.

Half syringe don't kill a guy like this.

Hmm. Think heart attack?

Or a hot shot. I don't know.

Definitely not a straight-up overdose.

-What do you got? -Did a few tours in Afghanistan.

He's got a Purple Heart.

Meritorious service medal, Army commendation medal,

-Army achievement medal. -Seen a lot of action.

SAM: Yeah. And he's got a pay stub.

He was handing out flyers for a councilman's campaign.

The guy down the street. His name is Wesley Jackson.

I know Wesley Jackson. I love a local politician.

What, Nick, you don't think Wesley Jackson's

gonna lift up the community?

(laughs) I don't know. I don't think so.

Yeah, well, have a talk with Mr. Jackson.

See if he's willing to fight for you.

Hey. Check this out.

Hey.

I can smell the hot dairy

-on your breath. -That's funny. I haven't had a drop all day.

It's permeating from you. You smell like a newborn baby.

-What are you looking at? -Security footage

from the last three robberies.

-The sniper might have been the same guy. -Yeah.

But the robber approaching the rear

of the armored vehicle sure as hell wasn't.

Some of them are taller and shorter than Freddy.

Okay, so the crew's bigger than we thought.

Or he disposes them like he did Freddy.

Yeah, for these thugs, what's another lost vet?

Hey.

-Hi. -Hello.

Do you have information, Sean?

-I do. -Would you like to share it?

Yeah, but I didn't want to interrupt.

Are you doing performance art? What are you doing?

Nothing. I'm working.

So tell us what you know.

Okay.

I called the armored car companies

that were hit by this crew.

Only thing that they had in common

was they share the same dispatch center.

So they had prior knowledge to the pickup times

and locations for all of the companies?

And the amounts being picked up.

So that's how our crew knew the pickup times.

There must be an inside man.

Yeah, but the second we start asking questions

about who had access to those files,

we'll tip our hand and the guilty party will run.

Any way to access those systems remotely?

Mm-mmm. Already tried, but it's air-gapped.

It's closed off,

unless I can manually plug into it.

So that means that we're going on a...

-Field trip. -Okay.

Have fun.

* Yeah, to all the killers *

* And the hundred dollar billers... *

So this is it? This is the neighborhood, huh?

This is it.

How long has it been since you've been back?

A lifetime.

NICK: How's it feel?

SAM: I mean, it's a trip, man.

Same air, same vibe, same energy.

Or maybe I'm different. I don't know.

It's just hard to explain.

I'm trying to figure out what you were like as a kid.

I was just a little kid on the corner trying to make it.

-Yeah? -Fighting my way out.

You were a baddie, you were a choir boy?

-Which one? -Little bit of both.

-Yeah. -(laughs) -Yo, Sammy.

-I was a knucklehead. -What's up? Good to see you.

NICK: For sure I was a knucklehead.

SAM: I mean, we were all knuckleheads.

We just didn't have a thousand cameras... What up? What up?

...recording all our mistakes. Wow.

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: You think I want to drive all the way over here?

You know how much work I have to do?

You're holding up my permits! Okay?

-My-my deal is... -JACKSON: Keep your voice down.

MAN: No, I'm not gonna keep my voice down.

Everybody's gonna hear what the hell I got to say.

-My whole project's on ice. -You know damn well that has

-nothing to do with me. That is DCP. -Oh, there you go again.

It's not my fault that we have procedures

in place that keeps the community safe from shady-ass

-developers like you, okay? -What are you trying to say?

-I know this dude, the one on the right, in the black. -Hmm.

I'm trying to say that we don't want another repeat

of your Sunnyside deal, okay?

-Curtis. -JACKSON: When the money falls away, and all that

-we got left is a big-ass hole in the ground. -Oh, the money.

-The money conversation. -I'm not letting that happen here.

Okay. The money. Y'all heard that.

The money conversation. Here we go again.

-How much you want? -You need to get out here right now.

-You're gonna whisper? -You need to get out of here.

No, say it out loud. Say what you just did.

You're gonna insult me. Get out of here right now!

Okay, I'm gonna leave, I'm gonna still find you.

-Yeah. Get the hell out of here. -I know where you live.

-Okay, you bootleg-ass mafioso. -Curtis.

-What's up, man? Sam. -My brother.

-What the... Come on, man. -What you doing, my man?

Good to see you. What are you doing here?

Working, man. Federal agent.

-Oh, I'd heard, man. -Yeah.

SEAL Team Six, now you a federal agent.

I like that, Black Rambo. Look at you.

-Something like that. -Yeah, something like that.

Excuse me. Did you say you're a federal agent?

Yeah, the Feds are here for you. It's not a good look, bro.

It's not a good look. The Feds are here, y'all.

-Everything's fine. -No, everything is not fine.

Well, it will be fine. Uh, just want to talk to you

about someone working on your campaign, that's all.

Do me a favor. Just keep digging. You're definitely

-gonna find something. -Can you leave?

Ask him for receipts for that tie.

What do you say we grab a coffee?

We gonna do that. Make sure you check all

all of those receipts, okay? He ain't paid for that suit.

-You want anything? All right. -A flat white, please.

You know they only serve black coffee in this area.

Black coffee it is, then.

-Somewhere we can talk? -CURTIS: Let's go this way.

And so I started with, uh, flipping houses.

Right in this neighborhood. Then I got to Elmhurst and

Corona, Jamaica. Things started rolling.

Scaled up to four and five-story

multifamily developments, and

I was out of here.

-Look at you. -I know.

Very impressive.

It's a dirty game, though.

Dirty, dirty, filthy game.

You got these shady contractors,

you got the kickbacks, the skims.

Working in New York City is a nightmare, brother.

-Hmm. -All they do is get in the way.

And then you got these crooked councilmen

with their hand out.

He was asking for a vig?

I mean, he's not asking, but

he's asking.

Anyway, enough about me. How long are you in town for?

I don't know. We'll see.

I'm here for now.

Are you working?

I mean, like, you investigating something?

I mean, I-I know you probably can't

tell me, but it's me.

There was an armored truck robbery

at the Naval Corps Credit Union.

Two guards were killed.

-Mm. Heard about that. -Did you?

Streets talk.

What are they saying?

Oh, you think he's involved?

Yeah, he probably is.

You... you got to watch that guy.

One of his employees

was definitely involved. Freddy Smith. He's a vet.

Yeah. Freddy.

He's a good dude.

Yeah, I mean, he was struggling,

but sorry to hear that.

Not everybody can make it out of here like you did.

-What do you mean? -You know who you are.

You're a hero to these folks around here.

You know how many people enlisted because you did?

You're a hero.

Thank you for your service, brother.

I mean that.

Let's order some food, huh?

What they got here? What's good around here?

Chicken. Danny, have some of those wings?

Look, I'm happy to talk to you, but I don't appreciate

you coming down to my campaign office.

I-I don't want to cause a problem for you.

Well, you did. And I guarantee you

that Curtis Allen will make hay

over two federal agents raiding my office.

(laughing): Oh. Well, we didn't really raid your office.

Trust me, when Curtis is done, they'll be saying

that you tased me and strapped me to a suicide vest.

-I see. -Thank you.

Freddy's employment file. His application.

I wish I could help you more, but the truth is

I didn't have a face-to-face conversation with him.

All right, good. Got a lot of people working for you.

Folks believe in what we're doing here.

Uh, his reference-- a guy named Tom Daniels.

Uh, you know who that is?

-No idea. -Okay.

But like I said, I don't know Freddy.

For the record, I am appalled that someone in my campaign,

however tangential, would be involved

in a violent crime such as this.

Tangential. That's a hell of way to refer to a dead veteran.

I think you know what I mean.

-I do. Thanks for your time. -Mm-hmm.

MAN: Okay.

Make sure that's got your signature,

your phone number and your Social Security number.

Make sure all that information's correct.

You distract, I extract?

-That rhymed. -It was supposed to.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm here about the job opening.

Driving an armored car.

You able to lift 50 pounds? Sometimes even more?

Yeah, I can lift 50 pounds.

Fill this out.

Can I use your bathroom?

-We don't have one. -You don't have a bathroom?

Where do you go?

We don't have a public bathroom.

I am having a lady issue,

and I would rather not have my lady issue in your lobby.

It's in the back.

Thank you.

Sean, I'm in.

Okay, great. Go to the server room,

and then I need you to plug directly into the mainframe.

Mainframe. Okay.

Yes.

What might that look like?

Oh, boy.

Six foot tall,

big, black metal box.

Lots of blinky lights.

Sometimes there's wires coming out of it.

Ooh. That was my bad. I'm sorry.

(beep)

Okay, Sean. I'm in.

Awesome. Now I need you to plug the USB in

and then I should get a visual.

-Into any key port? -Yeah.

Okay.

Got it. Great job, Addy.

Sean, you good?

-No. Almost. Hold on. Shh. -Hurry up.

-It's called a sneak-and-peek warrant for a reason. -I cannot

hurry up. I'm going as fast as I can.

What's going on here?

Uh, excuse me. It's asking

for references. Uh, can that be a family member?

-No. -Got it.

Yeah, that makes sense. Family's always gonna say something nice.

Uh, sorry. One more.

Um, emergency contacts? That can be family, right?

-Yes. -Great.

And it doesn't say allergies, but I do have a few.

-Should I just list those, or... -I don't care.

Incoming.

What are you doing in here?

This place is a maze.

Where is your stupid bathroom?

You can't be back here.

(sighs) You know what? I'm, um...

Good job, good job. Keep acting, keep acting.

Okay, Addy, we're good. Get out.

I'm good. Thanks.

After you.

You all right?

-I am James Bond. -Yeah, you are.

-Ice in my damn veins. -Take it easy.

Look, buddy, here's the point, though, bro.

Your man Jalen-- he married the same woman twice.

She burnt the man's house down. I'm, like, "Bro.

That's 47 red flags right there."

-You know what he said? -Huh.

"Red's my favorite color."

-(laughing) -(laughing) "Marry me.

-Marry me." Man, your people. -She's a good-looking woman,

-though. -Man, she's fine as hell.

Crazy.

I would have married her three times.

(both laughing)

It's good to see you, Curtis.

Good to see you, too, brother.

-This is good. -Yeah.

I love this, bro.

You know, I think about you sometimes.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

You know how you get to a age in life

where you look back on those moments,

and it's, like, things could've went one way or the other?

-It's crazy. -Yeah.

You know, you may not remember this.

I was, like, 15, 16 years old. And, uh, I was

getting in the car with Mario. We were up to no good.

-Mm-hmm. -And I felt your-big ass hand

on my shoulder. You was like, "You ain't getting in that car."

-You remember that? -I remember that.

You remember what you said, too, right?

Mm-hmm. What did you say?

-Uh, I was pissed off. -Yeah, you...

I thought you was trying to play the big dog.

"Curt-- You ain't my daddy. You ain't my daddy, Curtis." -Yeah.

-Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. -Your voice changed.

"Aah." Yeah, yeah, I know. I remember.

I was embarrassed.

But those kids ended up getting 12 years in prison

for what they did that night.

Fifteen-year-olds robbing a crack house.

Stupid. You're welcome.

(chuckles) Could have been me.

Could have been any of us.

I think about that often.

Why'd you do that?

Why me?

Just a feeling.

-(chuckles) -I knew you were worth saving.

Hmm.

I knew you were meant for better things.

You're welcome.

(chuckles)

Think about that often.

Thank you.

Hey, man, that's what I do.

Save lives.

Hmm.

Someone definitely accessed the dispatch files of each robbery,

but it wasn't an employee.

That USB allowed me to run a diagnostic on the server.

A virus was implanted

a couple years ago that gave back-door access.

-Hmm. -But the crew only knows

what pickups are happening on the day of.

(phone ringing)

Hey, Nick.

I'm here with Sean and Addy, and it looks like our crew

-hacked into the armored car dispatch. -NICK: That's good.

Can Gizmo trace it?

Okay, assuming I'm Gizmo,

no, I can't trace it.

They used a ton of VPNs so

I can't ping the end user. It's really annoying.

-Well, you're fired. -ROBYN: Um,

is there anything on your end?

SAM: Maybe. We're going to see

a guy named Tom Daniels. He put Freddy

in the councilman's campaign,

and he runs the job placement program

at the veteran's assistance hall in Middle Village.

-Keep us posted. -Will do.

Hey. Ballistics from the prior robberies.

None of the sniper rounds match.

Oh, he's smart. Uses a new rifle every time.

Or he swaps out the barrel.

It's cheaper than buying a whole new rifle,

and there's no ID required.

Well, what about the tungsten bullets?

You need an ID to purchase those.

Maybe there's a record

-of our shooter buying them? -WYATT: I doubt it.

If he's smart enough to swap out the barrels, he wouldn't

slip up by buying a distinct type of round like that.

Oh, that sucks.

But it got me thinking.

-I did my own reloads in Alaska. -Course you did.

With the right press, it's actually quite easy.

If our sniper was doing his own reloads,

he'd only need the empty casings--

the little brass shell

that holds gunpowder-- and then the tungsten bullet,

the part that actually comes out of the barrel.

And there's no ID needed for either.

Well, how many places sell tungsten in the area?

I checked. There's only one in a 50-mile radius.

Run it down. Nice work, Wyatt.

Yeah?

(whines)

(door closes)

-If I may? -Go ahead.

I just kind of feel like because people can't

grasp the work I do, it goes unnoticed.

So, you feel

taken for granted by the knuckle-draggers?

Well, your words, but

-accurate. -Okay.

What were you like as a child, Sean?

I don't know. Pretty much just like this.

And what is "this"?

Tell me in two words.

Well, smart.

And annoyed.

Hmm.

What were you like as a child?

Smart and annoyed.

Well, then I guess we're not so different.

Just a couple statuesque go-getters

at the top of our game.

You're doing well, Sean.

Keep it up.

TOM: Freddy and I

served together. Ten-man squad.

We lost seven to an IED.

Freddy got concussed pretty bad.

He was really never the same after that.

-Doing drugs? -Needles,

pills, whatever he could get.

Wow.

-Trying to kill those demons. -TOM: That's it.

If he was in such bad shape,

how'd you get him in with Councilman Jackson?

I didn't.

You didn't... Uh, your name was on his application.

That's weird.

Uh, Freddy told me he met Jackson at a food bank.

Said he offered him a job.

Jackson likes to use vets as props.

Looks good in a campaign ad.

Money never comes, though.

SAM: So let me get this straight.

The councilman brought Freddy in?

That's what Freddy told me.

I don't know why.

He was in no condition to work.

-Hmm. -When was the last time you spoke with Freddy?

Couple of days before he died.

He called. Stoned.

He was rambling about being grateful

to me and how he was about to get paid,

big time, and he wanted to give some back to the program.

(clears throat)

Did he mention how he was gonna get paid big time?

I didn't ask him.

-Okay. -I just listened.

-Hmm. -Sometimes that's all I can do.

SAM: Okay.

Appreciate your time.

And I appreciate all you do here.

-I really do. -Thanks.

I know Councilman Jackson from my days at SDNY.

He was a chief of staff for this councilman

we were looking into for wire fraud.

Slimy guy.

Yeah. He's also, uh, a liar. Thank you.

Um, he said he didn't know who Freddy was,

and he's the one who actually hired him.

Well, that could be something, it could be nothing.

I mean, lie and deny-- that's a primal response

for a politician like him.

What's that?

-Oh. That's interesting. -What do you got?

It's a lab report of the needle found in Freddy's arm.

Pure fentanyl.

Nobody shoots raw fentanyl.

I don't care how high your tolerance is.

A needle loaded like that is a death sentence.

Unless you trusted the person who gave it to you.

Nine millimeter, custom trigger, optics-ready slide.

Basically a duty-grade pistol turned competition beast.

I feel like I'm watching you watch porn.

Well, you kind of are.

Gross. Guns are for business, not pleasure.

-Just hold it. -That does nothing for me.

Just hold it.

* It was good to see the clear in his eyes *

* The coffee was black *

-Oh. -* But no more cigarettes... *

-That's a nice piece. -You know? Right?

Hey.

Sorry to keep you waiting. Three guys called in sick.

NCIS. We have some, uh, questions about tungsten.

Specifically, the bullets you sell

for hand-loading 50-cal rounds.

Sure thing.

-You have a buyer list? -Ha! No.

No offense, but you Feds already drown us in paperwork.

Thank God we don't have to track that stuff.

Anyone you remember?

You can't have that many customers

for something that specific.

Nice try.

Really? You're not gonna help us at all?

I will do exactly what is required by law.

All right.

Hey, Wyatt, check this out.

Is this Councilman Wesley Jackson?

Yes, ma'am. Proud member.

He buy any tungsten bullets?

I will do exactly

what is required by law.

I'm a bank-robbing sniper?

Ha-Have you lost your mind?

That's an insane connection to make.

Okay, well, prove me wrong.

Explain where you were when the truck got hit.

-I have no idea. -SAM: Hmm.

-Talk to my assistant. -We did.

They said your schedule was clear.

They can't confirm your whereabouts.

-You know what? -Hmm.

I was at home.

-Home. -No morning meetings,

I get a chance to meditate, shut off my devices, refocus.

You're wound pretty tight, Agent Hanna.

Maybe you should give it a shot.

-It's a pretty convenient alibi. -This is getting boring.

-All right? -Really?

First of all, you're way out of line for even...

Sorry to interrupt.

Do you remember me?

-(door closes) -Robyn Wells. I sure do.

ROBYN: It's nice to see you again.

I'd heard you'd left the Southern District.

-I did. -Well,

this is a step back, no? (laughs)

-Oh, you're hurting my feelings. -You were on a path

to be attorney general.

-ROBYN: Mm. -Why did you walk away?

I guess I got tired of working with lawyers.

You and me both.

(both laugh)

Oh, come on, Wesley.

You love lawyers.

You're always hiding behind one.

Well, when you've got the Feds

accusing you of being a sniper, they do come in handy.

Are you?

If I was, you'd be talking to my lawyer.

So, straight talk.

(clears throat) Why are we here?

You lied to us about how you know Freddy Smith.

He worked for my campaign.

Said you didn't know him.

But you personally recruited him from a food bank.

Why'd you lie, Councilman?

He robbed an armored truck.

Two people died.

I can't be associated with that.

I was trying to help the kid.

Maybe you were trying to exploit him.

I pay my people a fair wage.

You can ask whoever, and they will tell you.

And for the record, I am sorry about Freddy,

but I can't control what he does.

And what about the gun club?

Is that where you get all your tungsten?

Listen, I've been in that club one time.

Gun owners vote en masse.

-Hmm. -It was a photo op.

It's politics.

I've shot a gun twice in my life.

You think this is all a game, hmm?

-Yeah. Sometimes it is. -Well, you know what I think?

I think you don't give a damn

about the community or the veterans.

I think you want to get your hands in as many pockets

as you can find, as deep as you can get 'em.

I've heard that speech before.

You know where?

-No, I don't. -Your buddy Curtis.

-SAM: Curtis? -You want to talk about him?

-We can talk about him. -Yeah, let's talk about Curtis.

-He's a thug. -Mm-hmm.

A blight on this community.

He said the same thing about you.

Do you have any idea how he built

his fake little real estate empire?

It wasn't from flipping houses.

-It's drug money. -SAM: Mm.

JACKSON: He borrows it, launders it,

and loses it. The guy has

-a bounty on his head. -You're deflecting.

-He owes money to killers. -SAM: Mm-hmm.

Killers who don't speak English,

but you know exactly what they're saying

when they stick a gun in your mouth.

That's why Curtis was down there yelling at me.

He needs this development to go through so that

he can pay what he owes.

But I'm not gonna do it. To hell with him.

I don't like him here.

He got in bed with the devil, and now he's got to pay.

You're looking for someone

desperate enough to rob an armored truck,

I'd start with him.

Are we good? Thank you.

Keep your ass in the chair.

We need to take a look at Curtis.

If not, it could be malfeasance.

Great word. I already took a look

into Curtis a little bit.

Turns out he was right. His financials are a mess.

Last time they weren't a mess was around the time

of the original robberies.

So you already checked out his books

-without telling me about it? -I did. He knew Freddy,

he seemed like he was in trouble, so I took a look.

I also found out that he has

a big-game hunting license upstate.

It means he's very good with a long gun.

I'm sorry, buddy. I know he was good to you.

Hey, just because he was good to me doesn't mean he's a good man.

I'm capable of making that distinction.

Let's take another run at him, see what we can find.

-Okay, good. -I'm with you.

-NICK: I know. -Guys.

Uh, someone's in the armored car

dispatch files right now.

ROBYN: The file we accessed

is a two million dollar pickup

scheduled for an hour from now.

Okay, all right, so if we try to stop it,

sniper probably gets spooked, takes off.

Yeah, and if we don't, another guard dies.

We pull in NYPD.

Do a grid search of places the sniper would hide.

It's too late. There's too many buildings and rooftops.

NICK: Yeah, but we know exactly where they're going.

-That's got to narrow it down some. -SAM: I know this area.

There's a dozen windows and rooftops.

I have an idea.

You ever driven a truck?

-(clicks tongue) -No, you.

Me?

NICK: For the record, I hate this idea

on so many levels.

All right, if something bad happens,

say nice things at my funeral, all of you.

WYATT: Copy that.

* *

Oh. There they are.

ROBYN: Hey.

I want to catch this guy as bad as the rest of you,

but just... be careful.

-Oy. -(knocking)

Wyatt,

go get the money. Let's go.

The fact you said my given name

-makes me even more nervous. -Don't be nervous.

Everything's fine.

This is light work, okay? We got this.

Just, head on a swivel, yeah?

You too.

Literally.

Sam, you good?

SAM: I got you.

Got to be out of my mind.

Out of mind.

MAN: Gimme all your money!

Drop the weapon!

Federal agents.

-Don't make me hurt you! -Get down!

Aah!

I-I don't like it!

Sam!

(grunts)

Shooter down.

We're good.

NCIS.

SAM: Moving.

(groaning)

You're a SEAL.

You're supposed to be a better shot.

(coughing)

I hit what I was aiming for.

Give me a sec.

Why'd you do it?

I made some moves.

Don't always work out.

Killed innocent people.

Innocent people, Curtis.

Come on. You know the rules of the street, man.

You were my hero.

Just keep doing you.

Cuff him.

Proud of you. (groaning)

Hey.

Hey.

Just want to check in.

You know, I know today cut deep in...

all kinds of ways.

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

(clears throat)

You know, when I was looking through that sight,

it was like I was aiming at my old self.

-Hmm. -I wasn't sure

I could take the shot.

Well, thank God you did.

You know, a lot of people wouldn't have had the courage.

Hmm.

You want some time?

You know, step back, take a breath?

No, Robyn. Um, I have...

more to do.

You know, I want to do something, uh,

set an example.

You're doing an amazing job.

Well, I need to do a hell of a lot more of that.

You know, I think you've served your country very well.

Yeah?

You know, this morning,

someone tried to hand me a loft.

-Say what? "Thank you for your service."

-(laughs) -Free loft.

Wow. Well, to be fair,

you know, people want to acknowledge you.

People notice you.

Yeah, people notice me because I made it out.

People notice me because I came back whole.

Freddy didn't.

And by the time they noticed him, it was too late.

I need to fix that.

Right there in that neighborhood.

Think I can get people to care

about the things that are important.

I think we can.

Yeah, we can.

Hey. Um, sorry to interrupt.

-Can you do me a favor? -Hmm.

Can you just look at me with those

soft, beautiful, maternal eyes,

please? 'Cause I almost died today.

Addy, can we get Nick a cup of hot chocolate?

-He's had a hard day. -Yeah. -ADDY: I'm on it, boss.

NICK: I mean, I actually will take

a cup of hot chocolate,

please, with little marshmallows, maybe?

Well, I think if anyone deserves

a hot chocolate, it's Sam.

-Is that what you think? -Yeah.

-You know? -NICK: I mean, I was in the line of fire

today, but, Sam-- he...

he should have a cup of hot chocolate.

-Why not? Right? -WYATT: Yeah.

God's gift, right?

He is to us, Nick.

Sam's our alpha.

Kill me, okay?

(laughing)

People keep stealing my pickles.

I'm getting pretty annoyed by it.

Nobody in life has ever wanted a pickle.

-Have a nut, Addy. -(laughing)

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