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Previously on "The Rookie"...

- And he had an accent.
- He was Russian.

We've been hearing rumors about

a potential terror attack for weeks.

- Who are you?
- Simone Clark.

You're the only one in that room

who actually knows
our Mr. Freemont.

- Miss Clark, is that you?
- Yes, honey.

Give me a real reason
why you're doing this.

Daddy, Black women make up
less than 1% of the FBI.

We need a voice on the inside.

Suspect says he'll only talk to you.

- I'm in real trouble, huh?
- I'm afraid you are.

He paid you to build a bomb for him?

Just the detonators.

What did he steal from my armory?

200 kilos of C-4 explosives.

Quickest way to cripple this
city, take out the freeways.

It's vital that you follow
your driving route exactly.

I need a chopper at my location
in two minutes.

Harper and Lopez have something.

Uh, so, we did a deep dive
on the Trevor Gurin alias.

He rented five box trucks yesterday.

So he made five truck bombs,

with GPS triggers and stolen C-4?

Yeah, according to the rental place,

the trucks are each decorated
with a different state...

Alaska, Florida,
Kentucky, Idaho, and Utah.

We gotta shut the city down.

Shut down all the traffic
in Los Angeles?

She's right. Better to overreact
than under.

You know,
car rental places put GPS trackers

in a lot of their rental vehicles.

Yeah, we asked about that.

The manager said that
all the trucks are wired

but the data is collected
in a central hub out of state,

so we're gonna need
a federal warrant to access it.

- I'm on it.
- In the meantime,

get out county-wide BOLOs
on the trucks,

and mobilize the bomb squad.

Alright, everybody with a pulse,

get in your car and hit the streets.

Find those trucks.

Tell units to proceed
with extreme caution, okay?

We don't know who's
driving these things,

or whether they're
part of a terror cell.

There's my ride.

- I'm going up to provide overwatch.
- I'll come with you.

- Wanna ride with me?
- I thought you'd never ask.

How the hell
are we gonna find them?

Manpower.
And prayer.

Oh, no!

Control, we got an explosion downtown

south of the Staples Center.

Mobilize fire and rescue.

Sirs, do you want us to divert

- to the scene?
- That's a negative.

We need to find the other trucks,

- now!
- Roger that.

7-Adam-13 arriving on scene.

Freeway has partially collapsed
at West 12.

There are multiple
vehicles crushed in the wreckage.

- I need help here.
- What happened?

He just blew up a section of the 110.

Okay, we need to focus.

If we are assuming
that he is targeting

all the major freeways,

we need units on the 10,
the 405, and the 101.

But at which spots?

L.A. has 500 miles of freeway.

How is this real?

Two days ago,
I was being lectured on the proper way

to do paperwork in the FBI.

That's the way this job works.

The daily swing
between tedium and tragedy

will give you whiplash.

Well, don't get me wrong.

Being a guidance counselor
was the same way.

One minute, you're helping a kid
do a college essay.

And the next, you're talking
someone off a ledge...

Literally.

It's like I said.

That's the experience
that'll give you a leg up

over your fellow trainees.

We may not have the speed,
or, endurance those kids have,

but, we have a hell of a
lot more life experience.

I wish we could use
that experience to stop a bomb.

We can try.

You want me to think like a terrorist?

No.
Like a commuter.

Right.

Where in the city is traffic
the biggest pain in the ass?

The bottlenecks, the choke points.

The...

- You got something?
- Yep.

Head north.

There's Florida.

7-Adam-100 in
pursuit of Truck Florida.

Heading south on Crenshaw.

- Get your hands outside the vehicle!
- Whoa, whoa!

I want you to open the door
from the outside

- and get out of the truck!
- Okay!

- Let's go!
- Whoa!

- Put your hands on the hood!
- What the hell's happening?!

- Where are the trucks headed?
- What? I don't know.

Is there a manual
trigger for your bomb?

What bomb?

- What the hell's going on here?
- We don't have time for this.

Where are the three other
trucks heading?

I don't know.

The guy said it was
a traffic study, okay?

He paid us each 100 bucks
to drive a precise route!

Control, 7-Adam-100.

We stopped the Florida truck,
one in custody.

He seems to have no clue
there's a bomb on his truck.

Does he know anything about

- the other targets?
- Negative.

It seems the other trucks
are being driven by innocents,

so even if we stop them, we won't be

able to stop the bomber.

There!

All units, I have eyes on Truck Idaho,

heading west on Olympic,
two blocks east of the 405.

That's west on Olympic,

two blocks east of the 405.

- They got him.
- Thank God.

Hey, Sarge, it's Smitty.

We just stopped a truck, too.

Truck Utah, driver in custody.

Smitty!

I take back every negative thing

I've ever said about you.

What?

You've said negative things about me?

We might just pull this off.

All units, the fourth truck
has safely been stopped.

That leaves Truck Kentucky in play.

Given the previous targets,

our best guess is
that he's headed for the 101.

Sir, I got the GPS feed.

The final truck is heading north
on Tujunga.

They're only a block away
from the freeway.

7-Adam-15.

We're on intercept course,
approaching the freeway now.

You realize if this guy doesn't stop,

we're gonna have to ram him.

You want to ram a truck
full of explosives?

C-4 requires a detonator to explode.

But fuel only needs a spark.

If you have a better idea,
I'm all ears.

There he is!

♪ Point 'em out

point 'em out ♪

Don't move.

You okay?

I think so.

That was so stupid.

She's pretty judgy
for a first responder.

Oh, it's because
she actually lives with me.

- Cute, you did good.
- Oh, trust me, I know.

Did either of you lose
consciousness in the crash?

- No.
- Nuh-uh.

- What about pain?
- Oh, yeah.

But closer to a tequila hangover

- than natural childbirth.
- Thank God.

Sir, Nolan and Clark are
conscious and ambulatory.

Good, get them out of there,

and fall back to a safe distance.

That bomb could still go off.

We need to shut down the 101,

from the 170 to Laurel.

Coordinate with CHP,
Sheriff's Department.

Hell, mobilize the postal
police if you have to.

Just get that roadway cleared.

As awful as it is,
it could've been a lot worse.

Still could be.

Who knows what this guy
is planning next?

I think I'm gonna pay the CIA a visit.

You want me to drop you off?

Hell no.
Let's go jack 'em up.

The death toll is estimated at 17

with at least two dozen injured,

and that number is expected to rise

as rescue crews dig through
the wreckage

of that fallen overpass.

Hey, Tim sent me back to help.

What can I do?

We just got a photo of our guy
from the rental place.

Harper is running it now
through VICAP,

and we just sent it to Fox

to run through the federal databases.

Are they gonna release
that to the public?

That was my recommendation,

but the feds want to
study the issue first.

In the meantime,
we're sending every available officer

to roust their C.I.s
and show them the picture.

I need you running our Command Center.

All intel, all leads, all data
filters through you.

CC the FBI on everything,

but don't give out anything to patrol,

without my say so.

- Cool?
- Yep. You've got it.

Um, where's Grey?

Paying a visit to the CIA.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Bill August.

Matthew Garza.
This is Wade Grey.

Hey.

You're the station chief?

Why don't we save the specifics
until we get into the SCIF?

Follow me.

Fair enough.

Gentlemen.

We can talk freely in here.

How can I help?

We think our terror suspect
might have ties to the CIA.

Why?

When
we ran his fingerprints,

they came back as classified...

Out of Groom Lake.

That's unsettling.

I mean, there's a million reasons

why something gets classified
inside the agency.

Honestly,
it's kind of a default action.

You recognize this man?

No.

- Is that your suspect?
- Mm-hmm.

And according to witnesses,
very Russian.

Well, again, unsettling,

but, I'm not sure how I can help you.

I'm sure being a station chief
seems like a big deal,

and it is in Moscow, or Seoul,

but in L.A., it's a sign of

a senior officer on the margins, so...

That's very humble of you.

Oh, I'm anything but humble, Sergeant.

Just trying to set expectations.

So that when you're not helpful,
we won't hold it against you?

Hold on, Matt.
Let's give the guy a chance

to be a team player.

What do you know about Enervo?

Nothing.

- What is it?
- Well, current thinking is

it's an Agency Black Op.

Based on what evidence?

Suspect had it written
down in his house.

Look, gentlemen, I know
you're trying to get this guy.

And I respect that.

He committed a heinous
terrorist act on your watch.

But I resent you coming down here,

and trying to hang it on the Agency.

We're not
looking to assign blame.

We need to catch this guy,

before he kills anyone else.

We're hoping you can help us.

Of course.

I'll look into the
fingerprint classification.

You give me a copy of that photo,
I'll kick it to D.O.,

see if it rings any bells.

- Thank you.
- You bet.

Problem?

Maybe.

Get the band warmed up.

Why aren't you in a hospital bed?

Because I'm fine, Daddy.

John, Bailey, this is Cutty.

It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.

You're palling around
with the LAPD now?

Forgive him.
He's mad at me, not you.

We're in the middle of a thing

because he's unhappy,
with my career choice.

But deep down inside,

he's just afraid that
something is gonna happen to me.

But he should stop being mad,
and give me a hug,

because I was really scared
I was gonna die today

and leave my babies all alone with a,

grumpy old grandpa

who doesn't know how to
read the emotional room.

Come here.

Ah, I gotta get down to the truck.

We're headed to the freeway collapse.

But listen, I need you
to stop almost dying.

I'll stop taking risks when you do.

- You don't fight fair.
- Later.

Doc released you already?

Yeah, ready to go back to work.

- Ooh, me too.
- No, no, no.

Wait a minute.
You're a trainee.

They shouldn't be putting you
in harm's way.

- Daddy.
- Actually, sir,

your daughter has been vital

to the progress we've made
on the case so far.

If you're up for it,

I was about to head into the office,

to start crunching data,

combing through the tip-line records.

Sounds safe.

I-I approve.

Of course you do.

Come on.

Thank you for that.

No problem.

I've been there with my parents.

I picked you up some fresh clothes.

Just, guessed at your sizes.

Looking out for me
and checking me out?

Okay.

Alright, what's the next step?

Grey struck out
with the station chief.

Asked me to make contact

with one of my old pals in Operations.

You think he'll know
something about Enervo?

She.
Kate Hill.

She ran Operations for the CIA

in Northern Iraq when I was there.

Let's see what she has to say.

It's starting to sink in, isn't it?

It's just low blood sugar.

Probably need to get something to eat.

Don't do that.

Trust me.

The harder you push it down,

the harder it comes back up.

You almost died.

No one walks away from that unchanged.

I thought I was gonna be blown
into a million little pieces.

Nothing even left
for my twins to bury.

You got kids?

Ha! I have cats.

Who'd miss me for, what,
10, 20 seconds, tops?

You gotta have somebody
outside this job.

I mean, other than your judgy parents.

There was a girl I picked up
at a bar last week.

Okay!

Now we talking.
What's her name?

I don't remember.

One-night stands
are kind of my specialty.

Keeps me focused on the job.

Well, was it good at least?

Ooh!

Damn, okay!

My last boyfriend broke up with me,

when he found out that I
sometimes have girlfriends.

And my last girlfriend
broke up with me

when I joined the FBI, so...

- She was smart.
- What?

This job's a straight-up serial killer

when it comes to relationships.

Maybe for you.

But I know how to balance
my work and personal life.

Oh, really?

Yeah, you were,

when you were a high-school
guidance counselor.

Hours were, what,
8:00 to 4:00?

And you had summers off.

The FBI has no set schedule,

no agent development days,

where the criminals stay home.

Once you clock in,

you never really clock out.

- Thank you for meeting us.
- I almost didn't.

Can't be a coincidence,

that the first time I hear
from you in years, is today.

No, we think our suspect,

might be connected to the Agency.

That's above my pay grade.

Go talk to a GS-14.

My boss did,
he's getting the runaround.

And you expect me to stick
my neck out for you

'cause we hooked up once
under the rockets' red glare?

No.
Because innocent people are dead.

What do you know about Enervo?

Nothing.

Bull.
What does it mean?

It means you just nuked me.

That's a little dramatic,
don't you think?

No.
He called me at work.

And I would bet money that
somebody used the "E" name,

on an unsecured cellphone,

where it was captured
by an NSA keyword program,

that triggered an immediate
tactical response.

Hell, there's probably a
predator drone up there right now.

Kate.
It...

Damn it!

Yeah, don't do that.

You lose a shooting war
10 times out of 10.

- Hi, Kate.
- Colin, I didn't say anything.

Yeah, I'm sure you didn't,

but, we still need to go talk about it.

- Who are you?
- Kate's ride to work.

Well, she doesn't want to go with you.

Yeah, no one ever does,

but, this is a
national security matter,

so, go ahead and step back,

and allow her to get in the vehicle.

I know you think
you're protecting her,

but, you're only making it worse.

It's okay.
Alright?

Have a nice day, Officers.

And you're sure they were CIA?

Yes, sir.
There were eight of them,

plain clothes, no credentials.
Kate knew them.

Clearly, they're afraid
we'll get her to talk,

which means whatever she knows
is bad for the Agency.

We need to get her back, now.

Sir, I slipped my mobile
into her jacket pocket.

- We can use that to track her.
- Great work, Nolan.

Alright, stand by while
we get a trace going.

Elena, six things.
Ready?

One, call Senator "Smith."

Tell him "The Postman
walked the dog."

Two,
notify the state's attorney's office.

I need Dr. Reaser here now.

Three, track and activate,

a cell, for LAPD officer John Nolan,
badge...

- 25253.
- That.

Four, I need an AWAX
above 20,000 feet.

Tell them Senator Smith authorized it.

Five, move Polaris 11,

to longitude 34.052 degrees north

and 118.24 degrees west.

Finally,
mobilize HRT for a hostage rescue.

Get all that?
Good.

Love you.

What?

You say "love you" when ending
calls with your assistant?

All that cool stuff I just said,

and that's what you're interested in?

My assistant happens to be my niece.

Oh, come on, like there's
no nepotism in the LAPD.

I'm not saying anything.
I'm just driving.

Damn it.
Turn around.

Come out of the car!

Hands where I can see them.

Because you lose this
shooting war 10 times out of 10.

Kate, you can come out, too.

You're interfering with
a national security operation.

Is that right? Maybe you could
come down to the station,

tell us all about it?

That's what I thought.

You really screwed me.

That wasn't my intention.

But you can yell at me,
all the way back to the station.

Have a nice day, citizens.

After we're gone,

wait five minutes, then let them go.

Hi.
I'm Simone Clark.

- Friendly.
- They're busy.

Pull up a terminal.

We need any tips relating to
a man with a Russian accent.

There's no telling how long
he's been planning this,

so go back at least a year.

Yes, ma'am.

Whoa!

That's a lot.

The key is to keep organized.

I assign a system of
letters and numbers,

to separate the tips based
on the details of the call,

then I apply a color scale,

rating to each tip as it's corroborated,
or challenged,

by other tips, of similar reliability.

That's really how your brain works?

You'll get it.
Just takes a minute.

And that's what
all these people are doing?

Running searches on various databases?

They didn't cover this in Quantico?

It's different when you actually
see it on its feet.

Your system is impressive,
and useful, I'm sure.

Maybe not the best for my skills.

I'm more of a people person.

You were a people person.

Now you're an FBI agent.

And this is how we solve cases.

But that doesn't make any sense.

Shouldn't they encourage us,

to use our innate interests,
and abilities,

instead of trying to force everybody

into the same mold?

The Bureau doesn't think like that.

Well, they should.

Hell, if I could change my life
at this age,

the Bureau could change
some things, too.

- You sound like Garza.
- Really?

The boss wants to shake things up?

I shouldn't have said anything.

- Spill it.
- He's talking about

trying to launch a new unit,

one that spends more time
on the street, and less in here.

- Ding, ding.
- Okay.

- Sign me up.
- Slow your roll, trainee.

Let's focus on the task at hand.

Right.

Yes.

But I need to go to the bathroom.

Unless, I need to get approval
for that in triplicate.

Only for number two.

Down the hall on the right.

Excuse me.

Is there a Lost and Found here?

Thank you.

Miss Clark.

Hey, Zeke.

How they treating you?

Better than I deserve.

You talk to that lawyer
my daddy got for you?

Yeah.
She seems nice.

I got you something.

Boom.

I know how the headphones help
with your sensory issues.

Now, it's not the unlimited
playlist you're used to,

but, hopefully it'll do the trick,

until I can get you something better.

Thank you.

We a long way from
Claybourne High School, huh?

I heard the agents talking.

They said there was an explosion.

With the detonators I made?

Mm-hmm.

How many people were killed?

- 17.
- Ugh.

And twice that in the hospital.

Oh, God.

I just want to die.

But you're gonna live.

Pick your head up.

Even incarcerated,
you can still do some good.

You got a big debt on you now,

one you'll never be able to pay back,

but you can spend the rest
of your life trying.

Did they catch that Russian yet?

No.

And that's what I need your help with.

I already told you all I know.

No, you didn't.

You told me what you
thought was important.

Let me be the judge of that.

Close your eyes.

Come on.

Now I need you to think.

Think about every moment
you spent with this man,

from the first time you saw him,
to the last.

Is there anything that stands out?

A-A behavior, actions?

No.

But...?

He reminded me a little
of Coach Taylor.

300 pounds with...

with a Boston accent,

so thick, you could smell the chowder?

Nah, do you remember those energy bars

Coach was eating all the time?

Ooh, always smacking,

with his mouth open,

like he ain't had
no damn home training.

Yeah, well, the Russian guy
ate the same way.

- Same bar?
- No.

The label was in Russian,

and had a weird design on it.

And it smelled bad.

Shoot.
Fox is looking for me.

I gotta go, baby, but,

if I can get them to
bring you some paper,

you think you could draw me
a picture of it?

Find somewhere else to be.

- What?
- Things are about to get hot.

I just saw the bomber from the news.

Parked a red car off an alley on 7th.

Walked away.

Hurry.

Okay, detectives,

so, Becky here

was able to sweep every part
of the vehicle

for explosives, except the inside.

That honor is mine.

No trip wires visible.

I'm lifting the driver's side
door now.

We're clear!

Hey, ladies.
My favorite detectives,

fighting crime,
and looking good doing it.

Bomb squad just cleared the car.

- No explosives.
- I'm jealous.

You guys are watching "Hurt Locker",

and I'm reading about
paranoid shut-ins,

who think Russian
spies are their neighbors.

What?

It's not up to us which aspect
of our investigation

we share with local law.

What did I share?

It's not classified intel.

We're working a tip line.

Why wouldn't I share that?

Because it's FBI policy.

Hey, guys, you need to hear this.

The 911 call of the guy
who called in the car.

I just saw the bomber
from the news.

Parked a red car off an alley on 7th.

Walked away.
Hurry.

That's got to be him.
He wanted us to find the car.

Which would make sense if he

booby-trapped the car to blow us up,

but w-why call it in if
he wasn't doing that?

Detectives.

Detectives.

Our suspect left
you a little something

on the steering column.

That's weird.

- That's weird, right?
- Yeah, very.

Here, get this into the office.

I'll call the lab and get them
to put a rush on it.

Look, I'm sorry how today went down.

Oh, which helps me not at all.

And you are crazy, if you think
I'm gonna reveal

classified intel, in a police station,

where the whole world is listening.

Okay, you are in this mess,

because your Agency would rather

guard their precious little secrets,

than help us bring
a terrorist to justice.

So if you know something,

that might help us catch this guy,

and you refuse to share it,

I'll arrest you,
for accessory after the fact,

to terrorism.

Your friend sucks.

Oh, I'm just getting warmed up.

The CIA isn't taking you back.

Yeah.
Not what you want to hear,

I know, but it's the reality.

So, you have got a choice to make...

the right one...

Or the wrong one.

Look, dozens are dead,

but the goal was hundreds, thousands.

Now, I know you joined the
Agency to protect this country,

so, it's time to step up and do it.

What's Enervo?

- It's an answer.
- To what question?

How can the CIA
destabilize a foreign city,

without ever firing a shot?

Enervo was a black op,

where foreign assets were
recruited, and trained,

to create chaos,
in their home countries.

So, the CIA could keep their
fingerprints off of it all.

Who authorized this operation?

- I don't know.
- You're lying!

Why would I at this point?

I have no idea who ran the program.

Rumor is, it was never
officially sanctioned.

You recognize him?

Yes. Ilya Sokurov.

He was a foreign asset.

I heard he was recruited for Enervo.

But the Russians captured him in 2018,

accused him of being a spy,
and sent him to a penal colony.

Where the CIA abandoned him.

It's SOP.

Sokurov knew the risks.

But apparently, he escaped.

And now he's using what
we taught him, against us.

Hey, any update?

Not yet.

Same as when you last asked...

Five minutes ago.

You would think that
someone would come up

with a faster way to get DNA results.

Well, maybe you can go do that.

There you are.

Prisoner in holding
wanted me to give you this.

Good man, Zeke.

Anyone in this building
a Russia expert?

I mean, not like Russia Russia,

but, where somebody might go,

to buy a weird energy bar?

Mm, I doubt it.

But, you can take it to CID.

They can source the manufacturer,

chase down the distributor network,

come up with a list of stores.

Probably get an answer
in a couple days.

I don't have a couple of days.

I'm gonna call my father.

He used to play jazz
with some Russians, and...

And, I bet you he still keeps in touch.

This is Cutty.
Leave a message.

Ugh!
Why do I even bother?!

This man never answers his phone.

What's the good in having a cellphone,
if he never answers?

This really sounds like a

conversation you should have with him.

Boom.
I'm going to.

Call Fox with the results.

Will do.

Uh, Mrs. Franklin.

Yes, this is Cutty.
I have some good news.

I've tracked down Jace.

Ah, he's fine.

His work evacuated
after the explosion.

He left his phone behind.

It's my pleasure.

Let me know if
I can do anything for you.

Bye.

So this is why you're not
returning my calls.

I'm kind of busy.

We're helping the families
that lost people today.

Wilkins is on board.

He's going to get food donations

from all the local restaurants.

Simone Clark.

James Murray.

Met your new bride
over at the station.

You work fast.

Hey, when you know, you know.

Wesley,
this is Cutty's daughter Simone,

my first crush.

She was a few grades
ahead of me at school,

and I was heartbroken,

when she went away to college.

That's me, a trail of broken
hearts in my wake.

Well, it's good to meet you.

I heard you're working
the bombing case.

I am, which is the reason
why I stopped by.

Daddy, do you still play chess,

with your Russian jazz buddies,
in the park?

- The Redfellas?
- Uh-huh.

I haven't missed a game in 10 years.

Do you think,

one of them could
translate this for me?

It's some sort of
a, Russian energy bar,

but, I've been looking it up online,

and can't find it anywhere.

That's 'cause you spelled it wrong.

- You speak Russian?
- Know a little.

But, I've seen a bunch of
these candy wrappers.

My buddy Pavel, well, he loves these.

Krovfeta.

And it's not an energy bar.

It's a Soviet-era candy bar,
made with cow's blood.

- Okay, that's nasty.
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, but where would one buy
this Soviet blood candy?

Only place I can think is...

Over by the Aquarium.

There's a Russian deli there.

Okay.

Boom!
Found it.

- Thank you.
- Wait, wait, wait, hold up.

You promised me,

that you would stay inside,
where it's safe.

I did no such thing.

But, if it'll make you feel better,

I'll call backup.

Hey, what's up?

See how he answers his phone
when I call?

John, you ever had a pierogi?

- I've never had them.
- Me either.

But, why don't you meet me, over at

the Russian deli near the Aquarium?

We're gonna follow up on a lead.

- What kind of lead?
- It's a long shot,

but, the good news is,
you can buy me dinner.

- I'm three minutes away.
- He's here.

I'm in the car outside the deli,

and he's walking towards me.

Okay, stay in your car.

We'll lose him.

You're still a trainee.

You don't have a weapon.
Stay in your car.

I can't.

Simone!

Excuse me.

My boyfriend...

Okay, that's a lie.

He's not my boyfriend...

Just this cute guy named John,
that I've been seeing...

Asked me to meet him at the Aquarium,

and then I got turned around,

'cause I dropped my phone,
and now everything's in German.

And I don't speak German, so...

Hell, you looking at me like
I don't speak English.

Move.

Is that how you talk to a lady?

I know your mama raised you
better than that.

All I'm asking you to do, is tell
me which way the Aquarium is.

Hey!

You okay?

No.

Embarrassed he got
on top of me so fast.

- See which way he went?
- That way.

7-Adam-15.

Bombing suspect last seen
heading south on Chestnut,

towards the Aquarium.

Go, go, go!

Oh, shoot.

I think I'm in trouble.

Hey, I was just getting ready
to call you.

Where the hell are you?

You were supposed to
hang with the DNA.

Anders said you ran out of there

talking about Russian candy bars.

What had happened was,

I went back down to see Zeke earlier,

when I told you
I was going to the bathroom,

and he remembered something.

Long story short,
I found Ilya and I lost him.

But, I'm with Nolan now,
and we're on the hunt.

We're gonna have a long conversation

about this when this is over.

Looking forward to it,

but right now, we gotta
run down a terrorist.

Tell me.

Cops have a
possible location on Ilya.

Near the Aquarium.
We're heading there now.

What do you want us to do?

Get there first and put him down.

It could get messy.

Messy I can clean.

If Ilya isn't dead
before the cops get there,

we're all going to prison.

I expect you're here to apologize.

- For what?
- For what?

Interfering with company business,

abducting a case officer.

I want Kate Hill back, by the way.

Kate Hill?
She's the least of your problems.

We found a hairbrush
in Ilya Sokurov's car...

The car he directed us to
by calling 911.

We ran the hair for DNA.

And it was yours.

Only
question is why was it yours?

What's your relationship with Ilya?

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

I think you do. In fact,

I think, you're Ilya's real target.

I mean, why else would he plant
your DNA in his car?

To hang himself around your neck

because he blames you, for something.

Which means you lied to us earlier.

You know exactly who he is,

'cause he used to work for you.

You ran Enervo

as an unsanctioned operation,

'cause why else would you be
so desperate to hide it?

We're done.
I'm late for dinner.

You're missing dinner.

Suspect's going into the Aquarium.

We're in foot pursuit.

Game faces on, gentlemen.

We're one minute out.

I assume you're handgun-qualified.

Yeah.

This place is creepy at night.

Feels like these fish got
something against me.

Like they know something
they're not telling me.

It's not the fish I'm worried about.

Is it the mass-murdering terrorist?

Yep.

Show me your hands.

It's over.

That's right, it is.

So show me your damn hands.

I need you to hear my story,

so that when they kill me,

it won't die with me.

And I need to put cuffs on you.

So, put your hands on your head,

nice and slow.

Does your story include

why you planted a man's
hairbrush in your car?

He's not a man.

He's a monster.

And he promised
he would take care of them,

if anything happened to me.

Take care of who?

My wife.

My li...

My little girls.

But when I was arrested,

Bill August walked away.

He shut down the Enervo program,

and he left them.

To be rounded up and killed.

I feel for you.

But that doesn't make
what you did right.

All those people you killed...

They have families, too.

It was necessary.

After what he did to me...

The innocents he destroyed?

I had to tear him down.

Burn everything he built.

Killing him wouldn't have done that.

We need to move, now.

Get down!

We are seriously outgunned!

Simone.

Over there, over there.

Hands up!

Drop the gun!

- Do it now!
- Get up! Drop it!

Get up! Hands in the air!

Turn around!

I'm gonna need those cuffs back.

Let me guess.

Don't tell me I need to do
some more exercise.

That's just basic science,

but, what do you say, uh,

maybe we get drunk first?

Now you're talkin'.

You are the worst new Agent trainee,

in the history of the Bureau.

Yes, sir.

You're unconventional, you're stubborn,
and you-you-you...

You possess a, an almost pathological

inability to follow protocol.

Yes, sir.

But, I did help catch a terrorist,

a rogue CIA agent,

and his evil-ass hit squad,

so it, should kind of
balance itself out.

- Right?
- This time.

Thank you, sir.

And it was an honor to work for you.

I'll be keeping tabs on you.

I mean, I'm not gonna put my thumb

on the scale with the Academy,

but, if you do manage
to make it through, who knows?

Maybe you'll come
work for me again, hmm?

In your new unit?

My...

Loose lips, Agent Fox?

Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

You can't really blame her.

I'm kind of hard to resist.

See you in a couple months.

Agent Fox.

Trainee Clark.

Hey, what are you doing here?

When have I ever not driven

you to the airport after a visit.

- Hmm?
- True.

Ah, seeing you wear that seal is...

Just never gonna feel right.

Well, get used to it, Daddy,

'cause this is who I am now.

Come on.

I make this uniform look cute.

Thought you might need a ride
to the airport.

That's sweet of you,

but, my daddy's gonna take me.

Nice to see you again, sir.

My daughter said, you saved her life.

And she saved mine.

I'll pull the car around.

So...

We know the real reason
you stopped by.

You wanted to get one last look,
before I go.

I'd be a fool not to.

Excited to get back to the Academy?

I'm kind of scared, actually.

I mean, I've wanted this
my whole life,

and now that I got a taste of it...

working a case, making a difference...

It's addictive, isn't it?

Like nothing I've ever felt before.

I want to let you
in on a little secret.

That feeling never goes away.

That's what scares me.

What if I don't survive Quantico?

- You will.
- But if I don't.

Come on.
If you don't survive Quantico?

I think you mean,
if Quantico can survive you.

Simone Clark,
you are a force of nature.

Words of affirmation.

How'd you know
that's my love language?

Lucky guess.

See you around, handsome.

I hope so.

Let's ride.