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Special Agent Simone Clark, FBI.

And you are?

Special Agent Brendon Acres.

Aaah!

We did it, B! Whew!

But I'm gonna
tell you something.

You should not be here.

You should be out at a
bar, picking up hot chicks

with your shiny, new
creds, not coming with me

to say goodbye to
my former students.

You listen to me. It's
a huge day for you.

I wouldn't miss
it for the world.

All right.

Get ready to see me ugly-cry.

Surprise!

Thank you, guys!

Oh, my God.

I've had a crush on you
since my freshman year.

Ooh! Okay.

Hannah, I'm flattered, but
that's wildly inappropriate.

What? No, not you, Miss Clark.

I'm talking about Vampire Cop.

Oh, Lord.

I just loved you so
much on that show.

Is there any chance that
they're gonna reboot it?

Oh, well, I don't
know. Not with me.

My acting days are... are over.

I'm a real cop now,
an FBI agent like...

Miss Clark here.

That's right. So
everybody relax.

Stop taking pictures.

Listen, do not embarrass
me in front of company.

What?! My daughter
is in this school. You...

I have a right to
see my daughter!

Uh, sir, I cannot let
you... Don't you touch me!

Now, don't you...
Don't you touch me!

My daughter is in this
school, and I'm gonna see her!

Marjorie, call 911.

Go out this door down the side.

It's gonna lead you
behind the dumpster.

Sneak up on him while
I try to de-escalate this.

Stay in this room.

Hey, sir! Be easy!

Back off!

I just need to take
my daughter home!

I never wanted any of this!

I know you don't, so why
don't you put the bat down?

And let's talk about this.

Listen, i-if your daughter
is anything like me

when I was her age,

she worships her daddy.

You're her hero.

You don't want her to look out
here and see her hero like this.

Don't you break
that baby's heart.

I didn't ask for
this damn divorce!

It's okay! We got this.

We're Feds.

Welcome back. Need a ride?

John Nolan. People
are gonna start to talk.

Oh, let them talk.

So, your first day
as an FBI agent.

You nervous? No.

Yeah, a little.

I mean, ooh, it's finally here.

The dream is no longer deferred.

Mm-hmm. On top of that,
you set the bar pretty high

the last time you were here.

Question is, will the
Bureau give you credit for it,

or are they gonna
make you prove yourself

all over again?

Garza will, I think.

But as a Black woman,

there's no resting
on your laurels.

You gotta armor up every
day and prove you belong.

Well, if you need someone
to armor up next to you,

you know who to call.

The cutest guy I know.

Ugh!

I told you, I don't have access
to what you're looking for.

You're lying.

But I appreciate your loyalty.

But we're leaving here
with what we came for.

And when we're
done, you'll be dead.

The only question is, are you
gonna give us what we want,

or are we gonna
have to kill them, too?

Daddy! I'm here.

I thought you weren't
coming until tomorrow.

It is tomorrow.

I took a red-eye,

and I gotta get
right into the office.

It's my first day,
and I can't be late.

You never told me how
long you'll be staying.

Well, I guess until I can find
something that's affordable

with enough room for the twins

when they come
home from college.

So, forever.

Ha, ha.

What, you worried about me

cramping your
style with the ladies?

It's not about the ladies.

It's a little about the ladies,

but it's mostly about the kind
of work I do in the community.

Meaning, how are you
gonna represent police reform

when you got the
police in your home?

Exactly.

Okay, well, you just tell them

that I'm working
in a brand-new unit,

and I'm gonna reform
the FBI from the inside.

So, how was D. C.?

Frustrating. I bet.

You know, can I just
say I'm kind of flattered

you went all the way out
there to complain about me?

Uh-huh. Don't be cute.

This special unit of yours

is counter to the
entire FBI ethos.

Exactly, Tracy. The
Bureau needs an upgrade.

Less process, more police work.

How do you think
it's going in there?

You're the people expert.

I'm a profiler, not a
body-language specialist.

Wouldn't take a
specialist to read that.

Tracy, please, the Bureau
needs a rapid-response unit

that can jump in on
fast-moving cases.

I really wish you wouldn't see

what I'm trying to
do as such a threat.

Well, I might be a
little less concerned

if you hadn't picked
Laura and Carter.

They are
outside-the-box thinkers,

and they are
experts in their fields.

They're a hot mess.

Laura melted down at BSU,

and Carter can't stay
out of his own way.

And why on Earth

would you be stepping
in on a murder case

LAPD just caught?

Because I have a
feeling there's more to it.

Oh, feeling

is not an FBI
investigative method.

And yet they helped me
catch a Russian terrorist.

You know...

there's a flip side to this
big swing of yours, Matt.

If your unit screws
up in any way,

I will shut it down.

We done?

Yeah.

New blood.

Brendon Acres? Ah, yes, ma'am.

Are you my training agent?

Laura Stensen. This
is Agent Carter Hope.

You'll be working with us

in the Special
Investigative Unit.

Does that mean I'm your rookie?

Simone Clark. No.

I think you're assigned to
the Background Check Unit.

I think not. Has to
be a mi... mista...

Hey. Hey, Agent Garza.

Looking good.

Uh, there's some confusion.

I'm supposed to be
assigned to your unit.

No, no, there's no
confusion, Simone.

Let's get to work.

W... But, sir, I...

Background Unit's down
the hall and to the left.

So, where are we going?

Overflow building.

It's where they
keep the misfit toys.

It's where they keep
the computer servers.

It's where Garza set
us up to keep us out

from under the
eye of the big boss.

All right, we've
got a case. Elena!

What did we discuss
about the yelling?

It's not yelling.
It's exuberance.

Did LAPD send over
the initial case file?

Yes, it's uploaded
in the fishbowl.

Fishbowl? No, I
prefer briefing room.

And I prefer sleeping in,
but my uncle's all hung up

on this "normal
business hours" thing.

Whoa. Hi. I'm Elena.

Brendon. Oh, I know.

I've seen every episode
of "Vampire Cop."

Almost didn't recognize
you with your shirt on, though.

Our victim's name
is Roger Kynard.

LAPD responded to
a 911 call this morning

after the Kynard family
arrived home from Catalina

and found his body.

Now, as you can see by
the initial crime-scene photos,

Mr. Kynard was beaten
pretty badly before he died.

The working theory is a
home invasion that ended ugly.

But you disagree, otherwise
we wouldn't be talking about it.

Well, Mr. Kynard was
the assistant director

of the Federal Facilities
Management Department.

He oversaw retrofits
for all federal buildings.

All? Including,
like, the Pentagon?

And the White House.

So go find out who killed
this guy, because I'm worried

he's connected to
something much scarier.

Hey, everybody.

Agent Clark, you're late.

Well, yeah, I-I'm sorry.

I was, uh, just talking
to Agent Garza.

That's no excuse.

You'll be doing
background checks

on potential federal employees.

Well, I hope that involves
a lot of field interviews.

No, this is purely a desk
job. Files and phone calls.

And I expect you to
clear a dozen a day.

That's nothing. I can
do this in my sleep.

This guy looks all right.

Eh, iffy.

We like her.

Oh! Ding, ding.

This guy's gonna be a problem.

How could you possibly
know that with one look?

Simple. I read
thousands of student files

when I was a guidance counselor,

and I got really
good at this game

I like to call "What
doesn't belong here?"

See, this candidate,
Micah Olsen...

He was a chemical engineer in
Denver for damn near a decade,

but he's applying to
be a janitor in El Paso?

In my experience, drastic
change equals a person in crisis.

Really?

'Cause I'm talking to
a middle-aged woman

who abandoned her life
and moved across the country

to join the FBI.

Are you saying I should be
worried that you're in crisis?

Okay, I see what you did there.

Files and phone
calls, Agent Clark.

But I... Get to work.

We're underwater with
security clearance requests

from local law and
elected officials.

Every unit is expected
to clear their backlog...

Agent Garza, I need to
speak with you for just...

You're not supposed
to be in here.

I know. I'm supposed
to be in your unit, and...

Okay, outside. Outside. Outside.

This is why.

I'm sorry?

This is why I didn't have
you assigned to my unit.

Because I'm an
outside-the-box thinker

who's passionate about
making a difference?

No, because you're a
torpedo looking for a target,

and I can't afford
for it to be my unit.

A unit that you were
empowered to launch

because I helped
you catch a terrorist.

I know that, Simone, I do.

This was not an
easy decision to make.

But I'm walking
a tightrope here.

I'm trying to change things up

in a place that
doesn't do change,

so I need
outside-the-box thinkers

who know how to
keep things low-key,

and we both know that's not you.

I-I can't apologize for
being my own advocate.

In a world that marginalizes
you at every turn,

it's... it's who you gotta be.

But I hear you.

I just need to prove
myself worthy again.

I'm on it.

No. No, no, no,
Simone, that's... that...

That is not the takeaway.

What are you wearing?

Uh, it's a Ted Baker.

No, no, no. I didn't ask who.

That suit might look
good on a red carpet,

but it's not
appropriate for the field.

Too stylish?

Too tight.

So, why'd you look away
from the crime-scene photos?

What? No.

New guy, the biggest
sin in the Bureau is lying.

I spent six years
covered in blood...

The fake blood as a vampire cop.

I-I... I have some
PTSD about it.

No, you don't.

PTSD is caused by real trauma.

What you're describing sounds
more like an aversion reaction,

and you're gonna
need to get over it.

Fast.

You'll be seeing a hell
of a lot of blood in this job.

Officer. Special
Agent Hope, FBI.

Can you give me a rundown
on what you found so far?

Sure. Uh...

"Crime sucks."

Oh.

The tagline for "Vampire Cop."

Is this gonna happen a lot?

Probably, although my fans
tend to skew a little younger.

Do not puke in here.

Please, I'm not gonna...

Oh. Geez.

Yeah, it's an aversion reaction.

No, it's a problem.

Yeah.

Do you think you could
get him to sign this?

Are you serious right now?

Hey, Simone. This is a bad time.

Tough. I need a pep talk.

Why are you in the bushes?

Because I almost threw
up at the crime scene.

What's the crime
you're investigating?

Did you catch a murder?

Guy with oversight over all the
federal buildings was murdered.

Someone beat the hell out
of him before they shot him.

So it sounds like they tortured
him to get the information,

then killed him
once they got it.

Who found the body?

His family, when they
got home from a trip.

It's probably what
tipped the scales for him.

He talked to keep
them out of harm's way.

Brendon, who's that
guy peeping behind you?

He... He could be a witness.

Oh. Hey.

Uh, excuse me, sir.
FBI. Can I talk to you for...

Or the killer!

Hey, we got a runner!

Get him, B!

I'm running. I'm gonna get him.

Stay still.

Told you that
suit was too tight.

Hey, Agent Hope.

Did, uh, Brendon catch the guy?

Why'd you run, Mr. Lewis?

I was squatting in the
house... House next door.

I'm the kind of guy cops
look at when things go bad.

Well, to be fair,
your criminal record

has an impressive
amount of diversity.

But no real violence.

So we're giving you an
opportunity to help us out here.

You mean, did...

Did I hear my
neighbor get murdered?

No comment.

I don't... I don't want
nothin' to do with those guys.

Which guys?

You need to do the
right thing here, Tom.

I-I really only saw
one of them, okay?

Young guy.

Red hair.

Had... Had a-a blue-devil
tattoo on his forearm.

Did you get past
the firewall yet?

Sure did.

I'm downloading the
data to a thumb drive.

Good man.

Gonna be a shame to
have to roll without you.

What?

Aah! Somehow the Feds made you.

They just put out
a city-wide BOLO

with a pretty good description.

They don't know your name yet,

but they'll figure that out.

And this job is just too
important to let you jam us up.

On the plus side, you've
made a positive impact

on a major case.

Yeah, and shown my
hind-quarters to my training agent.

So what? You did
that all over TV.

Hell, there's like, what,
eight or nine Cliptalk accounts

dedicated to your bedonkadonk.

Meanwhile, my ass is
parked in FBI purgatory.

Hey, cute thing. How you doin'?

Can't complain.

You're assigned to
Garza's squad, right?

That's what Nolan told me.

He did, did he?

Yep, what's up?

We've got a guy named
Heath Radnor in lockup.

Picked him up a couple
days ago on a parole violation.

And fun fact... his file
mentions a known associate

with a blue-devil tattoo,

like the one on
your BOLO suspect.

Sounds like a guy
we should talk to.

That's what I thought.

Are you free to come
over, or should I call Garza?

No, no, no. I'll be there in 20.

Be where in 20?

Lunch.

Ooh!

Found a winner.

Who are you?

Simone Clark, FBI.

And the fact that I'm here

should scare the
hell out of you.

Baby, I'm already
looking at five years

for a parole violation.

It's gonna take
a lot to scare me.

Mm. How about
first-degree murder, boo?

See, one of your known
associates just killed a guy.

Yeah?

I don't know nothing about that.

Really? 'Cause when we searched
your phone a few minutes ago,

we found the victim's
address in your search history.

See, I think you were supposed
to be a part of this crime,

only LAPD snatched you up.

But we can still charge
you as an accessory

unless you tell us every
damn thing you know.

Look, I didn't know they
were gonna kill anyone.

Tristan asked me to
scope out the house,

report back on the alarm system.

Didn't even tell me who
he was crewed up with.

I swear to God.

What's Tristan's last name?

Hughes.

Well, so far we've struck out.

The blue-devil tat isn't
in the federal database.

I have Brendon running
a social-media search,

but it's a long shot.

His name's Tristan Hughes.

How the hell do you know that?

Promise not to get mad?

No. Tell me now.

O-Okay. I interviewed
a person of interest

in your homicide through
a contact I had at LAPD.

But before your head
explodes, all right, just consider

that every fiber of my being
wanted to lone-wolf this thing.

I wanted to hunt Tristan
down and bring him in myself

so I could prove I
belonged in your unit.

But that is what a
torpedo would do.

And I'm a team player who
shares all the information she has

and waits for instructions
on how to proceed next.

So how should I proceed next?

Can I just say, this
is a fascinating case

of behavioral dysregulation.

Please, can I work up a profile
on her before you fire her?

Why would he fire
her? She found our guy.

Tristan Hughes, 22.

Several arrests for minor
crimes, but no jail time

and no known current address.

Where did he go to high school?

Why?

Because the one thing all
criminals have in common

is that they all
went to high school.

Arden High.

Agent Garza, I belong
to a national network

of guidance counselors.

If you give me an hour,

I bet I can get an
address for Tristan.

A League of Extraordinary
Guidance Counselors?

How cool is that?

Say yes. Say no.

Agent Clark.

You have 30 seconds to explain

why you have
abandoned your post.

Please let me help you.

Please.

Oliver, it's my fault.

Simone was running
down a lead for me.

I'll need her for
the rest of the day.

You'll have her back tomorrow.

But I

I am happy to help, sir.

You can't just poach my people.

He's right.

And you can't reward this one
for breaking the rules, either.

I can if I think it'll help
us catch our killers

and stop whatever
else they're planning.

Go get me that address.
And, you, go with her.

What? No.

She needs discipline, Carter.

And that's your... speciality.

Let's go.

Can I drive? No.

We're looking for
Tristan Hughes.

We need you to show us his file.

I'm sorry.

He left his manners
in his other suit.

You work with a lot of kids.

Do you even remember Tristan?

A little.

He graduated four years ago.

Any friends who may
know where he is now?

His brother still goes here.

Joshua.

I need you for a minute.

I thought he didn't
have any family.

She means group-home brother.

Joshua, this is Agent Hope
and Agent Clark with the FBI.

They're looking for Tristan.

I-I haven't seen him.

You're lying.

And that's okay,

because if the Feds
came looking for my family,

I would probably lie, too.

But here's the thing.

Your brother's
in a lot of trouble.

And I'm guessing he's hanging
around with some people

that you don't approve of.

Yeah. Yeah. For
a job he's doing.

Any idea where we can find him?

Or the crew he's working with?

We shared a ride
a few weeks ago,

and he got dropped off
first, at a building downtown.

Do you remember the address?

This is boring.

Shouldn't we scope it
out? Peek in a window?

Be sure we're not
wasting our time?

That's not procedure. We
keep our eyes on a place

until we can run a
detailed records search.

That could take hours. Easily.

Well, I wish you would
have told me that before.

Before what?

I could have brought
snacks or some... Oh.

Did you call for
backup from the LAPD?

No. I texted.

7-Adam-15, show me
Code 6, Olympic and 10th.

Hey. What's going on?

John, this is my training
agent, Carter Hope.

That's not... I'm not...
Nice to meet you.

Yeah. So who are we staking out?

Well, murder suspects,

but she had no
reason to alert you.

Whoa. Looks like
they're coming out.

Seems like they're taking off.

We should go stop them, right?

Negative. We don't even know

if they're actually
connected to the case.

So we're just gonna
let them get away?

Even though we suspect
that they might be planning

an even bigger crime?

I could try to call
in another unit,

have them picked
up on a pretext.

At least we get an ID.

Great. I'm gonna
follow that guy,

call you with an
intercept course.

Simone, no...

It's like she's
allergic to listening.

You have no idea.

Hang on.

That changes things.

7-Adam-15, we have
three suspects with guns

on Olympic and 10th.

Gonna have to make contact now.

Show me Code 3. Send backup.

You coming? Yeah.

Hello, handsome.

This is an R1?

You know your bikes.

Ha! I also know how to ride.

Okay. Okay.

Cops.

Shoot!

Shots fired, shots fired.

Three suspects on street bikes.

One heading east on Olympic,
one heading south on 10th,

one in the alley behind Olympic.

What's going on with your
hand? You okay? Hell no.

I chipped a nail, but I did it

scratching the guy on the bike.

I got his DNA.

Pretty good, right?

They killed him because
we were onto him, huh?

Seems like it. Any
sign of the crew?

No. They all disappeared.

Listen, uh... what
is he wearing?

Out of all the probies, why did
you choose a half-assed actor?

You need to watch
an episode of his show.

You'll believe in
the vampire cop.

Are you fanboying right now?

Hell yeah. He's a chameleon.

Just think of all the undercover
ops we can run with this kid.

So they lit the
computer on fire, huh?

Uh, no, sir.

They poured acid on
it before they took off.

Which means they
didn't want us to know

what they were doing on it.

You aced computers
in the Academy, right?

Funny story... as a teenager

I played an emo hacker in "My
Hard Drive Ate My Homework."

It was my first foray
into method acting...

It's a yes or no
question, Hollywood.

It's not an invitation
to give a TED Talk.

Right, sorry.

Um, yes, I'm great
with computers.

Good. Huddle up with I. T.,

see what you can salvage.

Priority One.

So, you scraped the
unsub's skin for DNA.

That's clever.

Reckless as hell.

Reckless, yes, but "as hell"?

I'd say that's about a six on
the Simone recklessness scale.

The lab will have some
results by morning.

Hopefully he's in the system.

Does that mean I'm working
for you again tomorrow?

Depends on the results.

Th-That's a yes, right?

He's just playing
hard to get, girl.

We bonded big-time today.

I feel like I'm back at
the Academy, you know?

No one thought I belonged.

Or me. But finish that story.

We proved them wrong,
and we can do it again.

Give me some.

Yeah, you're right.

I mean, sure, I-I made
a mistake or two today.

Nine, actually. I kept count.

But it's not like
my training agent

doesn't have her
own issues, you know?

She's... She's a mess.

Who, Ms. Perfect? Yeah.

Garza's niece gave
me the lowdown.

Give it to me. Spill that tea.

Laura was the youngest
agent ever to be accepted

in the Behavioral Science Unit.

But she had a meltdown
when she found out

that her fiancé was
sleeping with her BFF.

I know you lyin'. Mm-hmm.

She out here
catching serial killers

but couldn't catch
a serial cheater?

Under her nose?

That is not... That
is a terrible laugh.

Why am I... Stop laughing.

I gave Sam the ring back.

An engagement
ring is an implied gift,

so legally that diamond
is your property.

I know.

I, uh, did it for my
own emotional health.

I need closure.

You need a vacation.

And selling that ring
could've bought you one.

Yeah.

You and I both know I
can't take any more time off.

My career is
hanging by a thread.

Well, good thing you don't
have a problematic trainee.

What about Carter? You
hear anything about him?

The bosses all
seem to respect him,

until it's time for a promotion.

He's been passed over for years.

So he's a crab in the barrel.

His company-man
routine is not paying off,

but he's steady
trying to dim my shine.

He's the worst.

I went by your house.
Evelyn said you were here.

You got a minute?

I got a choice?

Things at home salvageable?

We're seeing a
marriage counselor.

Oh, good. That's good.

That should help.

But guess what?

I can, too.

You know that promotion
you've been dying for?

Congratulations. It's yours.

Better office hours, better pay.

That should go a long way
in working out things at home.

All you gotta do is help me.

Help you do what?

Get me intel that'll
take Garza down.

Tracy...

I'm not gonna be your mole.

Just think about it.

We got a call
about a truck fire?

You said there'd
only be four of them.

Wait! No, no, no!

Daddy, I'm home! I
got Post and Beam!

Oh!

I am so sorry...

not sorry.

Netta, this is my
daughter, Simone.

Okay, girl. Tell me
how it went down.

Who swiped right first?

I should go. N...

Well, no, I can get
out of y'all's hair.

Netta, please. N...

Daddy, I'm sorry. I... I just...

Netta's in some legal trouble,

and she came to
me for some advice.

And that's exactly why I was
worried about you staying here.

You get some sleep last night?

Pshh. Between
worrying about my career

and my father telling me
I don't belong at home,

not much.

Hm. Sorry.

Hey, Carter.

Looking good this morning.

Me and you really tore it
up yesterday, didn't we?

Um, how about
you hook a sister up

and put in a good word
for me with the boss?

Don't even worry
about it. I got you.

Really?

Okay. You just messing with me.

All right. Simone.

Oh! Good morning, boss.

You are my boss, right?

Please tell me we
got a hit on the DNA.

We did. You're on the team.

Please don't make
me regret this.

Everyone, get in here now.

His name's Todd Lenox.

ViCAP ties him to several
violent heists across the U. S.

And facial recognition
captured him arriving

at El Paso Airport last night.

El Paso was one of the cities
accessed on our vic's laptop.

Exactly. We're wheels up in 15.

Wait, what? As in, in the air?

Oh, you don't know?

My unit has a jet.

Damn!

Now, thieves like
Lenox are often driven by

a pathological need
to perfect their craft.

With each successful
score, their ambition grows.

So expect whatever
he's targeting next

will be bigger and riskier
than anything he's ever done.

Simone, you disagree?

No, it's just that with some
of my most troubled kids,

it was less about
what they were doing

and more about what
they weren't doing.

They weren't coming to
class, doing their homework,

engaging with friends.

Okay, well, then what
isn't Lenox doing?

Breaking and entering.

I mean, there's never
been a sign of forced entry.

It's not unreasonable to believe
that he tapped a locksmith

or a hacker as the job demanded.

I mean, even with the
best locksmith or hacker,

there'd be evidence the
system was tampered with.

So either this guy is Houdini...

Or he had someone on the inside.

Well, to plant an insider
at a federal building,

they'd have to
have a clean record,

get past extensive
background checks.

It'd be impossible to penetrate
that kind of wall. Oh, my God, the...

the janitor.

When I was doing
background checks yesterday,

I got a rush job... Uh,
this guy Micah... Olsen.

Micah Olsen.

He was a chemical engineer,
suddenly quits his job,

moves to El Paso to be a
janitor at the Federal Reserve.

I thought it was suspicious
as hell, but I got overruled.

Yeah, the Federal Reserve
would match Lenox's M. O.

That security is impenetrable.

Unless Micah is the inside man.

He started work
there this morning.

Carter, call the
Federal Reserve Police.

Put them on high alert.

Laura, loop in the
El Paso field office.

We land in 20.

This way.

Is there anyone left?

Oh!

The Federal Reserve's
vault is on the basement level.

Yeah, but the fire alarm
was pulled on the fourth floor.

Most likely to draw
us away from the vault.

The money in the
vault's traceable.

Even if they could walk
out with all that cash,

they wouldn't be able
to spend a dollar of it.

What's your point, Simone?

I'd go after the money
that can't be traced.

The cash-processing room.

Millions of old bills

that are gonna be
destroyed are separated out,

serial numbers erased
from the federal system.

The money's
untraceable after that.

It's got to be easier
to get into that room

than it is to the vault, right?
But with Micah's training,

they could easily
blow a hole in the vault,

where there's twice as
much money housed.

Let's go with the
processing room.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Down the hall.

Never seen firefighters
with luggage before.

Go, go, go, go!

Stay down! Stay down!

We'll get the runner.

Keep going to the
processing room.

I'll stay here with the
subject. Don't move.

Ugh! Drop it!

On your knees, hands
behind your head!

Do it now!

Are you gonna puke?

No.

I guess my own blood
doesn't bother me.

What does that
mean psychologically?

That you're weird.

Look out!

I didn't see that. Thanks.

Think the others got out?

Oh, I don't know,
but if they didn't,

I hope they're creating
a hell of a distraction

somewhere else so
we can sneak outta here.

FBI! Let me see your hands!

Unh-unh!

Don't even think
about it, playboy.

Out of the car. Hands
on the hood now!

Get out of the car and put
your hands on the hood!

This is Carter.

Two in custody, upper
level of the parking garage.

And you know why
we got two in custody?

'Cause we make a hell of a team.

Lots of hot goss
going around the office

about your squad today.

I'm sorry. Hot what?

You even went viral.

Mm-hmm.

If I were into dudes,
I'd totally be into him.

You... W...

Uh-oh. Closed-door meeting, huh?

What's wrong?

I saw you sweating,

popping prescription
meds on the plane.

So?

So...

my dad wore
compression socks, too.

After his first heart attack.

Look...

this stays between
us, do you understand?

Mm-hmm.

I had a stent put in my heart
last month... clogged artery.

Doctors want me to have a
double bypass at some point.

Oh, Matt... No,
no. No. It's fine.

I've got it under control.

Laura, forming a unit like this

is a once-in-a-career
opportunity.

If I have surgery now,
it'll be months of recovery.

They will shut us down.

So if you are concerned
about my health...

Mm-hmm.

Reduce my stress.

Train Brendon.

And train him right.

'Cause this unit has
gotta succeed, okay?

Hey, Sophie.

Bren, my favorite client.

Ex-client. I quit
acting, you remember?

I'm in the FBI now.

I know. I-I saw
the news coverage

of you being all
heroic in Texas.

And so did Dylan Santiago.

Wait, what?

He wants you to star in his
next little Oscar-bait indie.

Are you serious?

Your dream director.
He wants you.

This is what we've
worked for all those years.

What do you say?

Ah.

Nice win today.

She says with sarcasm.

Hmm.

You gotta admit what
Garza's doing works.

Mm. I hear Evelyn's planning
on moving back to New Orleans,

with your son.

That's none of your business.

You're right.

But you know what is?

The A-SAC position opening
up at the New Orleans field office.

Help me undercut
Garza and the job's yours.

You'll finally get that
promotion you always wanted.

Just in time to
save your family.

I need your answer by tomorrow.

Oh, no, Netta's not here. Okay.

You need to stop
right where you are.

What? Did I step in something?

You know, I took that
settlement money from the LAPD

and invested it
into the community.

And the help that I've
been able to provide...

You know, to people going
through the same struggle...

You helped a lot of
people, Daddy, I know.

But I need you to be
considerate of that.

I will. I promise.

Yeah. Two ground rules.

One... That badge and that gun

must be taken off
before you enter,

because in my house,
you're my daughter,

not an FBI agent.

Okay. And what's
the second rule?

Bring home dinner once a week.

Local restaurants only.

Look, you get that
money from the FBI,

you need to give some
of it back to the people.

And are you sure that's
about the community

and not about your belly?

I'm part of the community, hmm?

And so are you.

Mm.

Okay. Mm-hmm.

Deal.

Mm-hmm.

Hey. You like? My
stylist hooked me up.

Classic G-man. It's good, right?

What, do you want an
award for best dressed?

No.

It wouldn't be my first, but...

Personalizing your space
is a sign of overconfidence.

Or being human.

You know, you're
actually supposed to listen

to your training agent.

Oh. You're gonna be one
of those type of brothers.

What's that supposed to mean?

On me like flies at a
picnic for every little thing.

That's my job.

Look, I understand
you've spent your whole life

having to be better
than everyone else

just to get in the
room. But what?

You think I need
to dial it down now?

If you think you're
gonna get me to quit

by telling me that I'm being
too "me," you're mistaken.

I'm not trying to
get you to quit.

I'm trying to help you.

I need you to understand that
it's okay not to know something.

You've never
done this job before,

and you're here to learn how.

Because Garza clearly hates me,

I'm here to teach you.

Understood.

I'm good with that, as
long as you're good with

learning something from
me, too, along the way,

like how to lighten
up and live a little,

flies at the picnic.

My God, this is
gonna be the longest

18-month probationary
period ever.

We've got a case. Elena!

Again with the yelling, tío.

Upload the case
file into the fishbowl.

Ha ha ha. I mean briefing room.

Let's go, everybody.
We got a crime to solve.

Hey. You coming or what?