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♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah-ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah ♪

It is steamier than
Idris Elba. ♪ Oh, baby ♪

This heat wave is no joke.

You can't crank the air, Daddy?

Nope. We got to
conserve energy.

We could get more
rolling... blackouts.

Look at you.

You got a date? No.

Last-minute work assignment.

♪
...all I ever knew ♪

Hey, Mama. Hey! What...

What you doing here?

Spur-of-the-moment thing.

I don't buy it.

What's wrong? What?

Grandpa, I can't
come and see you

without you thinking
there's a problem?

Uh, can I help you?

Oh, Mom, this is Taylor.

My friend from Berkeley
I was telling you about?

This is Taylor. I-I
thought she was a girl.

No. Sorry to disappoint,
but I'm definitely all man.

♪ Oh, I'm glad, honey, yeah ♪

Mm-hmm.

So, what are you
studying at Cal?

Oh, no, I'm...
I'm not in school.

I just live near
campus for the vibes.

I had a couple of
days off from my classes,

so I thought, "Why
not take a road trip

in his van?" Slash house.

Oh, you one of those
van-life people?

But before the
drive, my mechanic

gave my home a full tune-up.

I had to make sure I got your
precious cargo here safely.

So you sleep
in your van, huh?

Well, that's good. 'Cause
you're not sleeping here.

Mom, it's still so hot outside.

Grandpa's house.
Grandpa's rules.

Hmm. But be nice, Daddy.

Walk me out?

♪ Oh, I'm glad, honey ♪

Isn't he great?

Cute, charming, and a van?

What's not to like?

♪ Baby... ♪

Lord, what is she thinking?

This is silly.
You have to work.

No, no, no. The maître d' said
she could seat us until 10:00.

So, let me just talk to Garza,
see how long he needs me for.

Fine.

But only because I've been
dying to wear this dress out.

You look fantastic.

Oh, je sais.

Ooh!

Hey. Garza said,
uh, classy casual,

but y'all two are showing out.

They called in the
lab techs, too?

Oh, no, we were just
about to, you know...

Your first date.
That's right. Yeah.

You told her? Yeah.
This is Simone.

I-I tell her
everything. Well, what?

Now you got to
cancel your plans?

No, no, no, just delay them.

Do you know what we're here for?

I was gonna ask
you the same thing.

Let's go find out.

Hey, what's up?

I set up a profile on ClipMates.

What?

You're finally dipping your
toes back into the dating pool?

Good for you.

Yeah, well, it's been a week.

I haven't gotten
a single message.

That's statistically impossible.

Dating apps have bots designed

to bombard newcomers with
attention so they feel welcomed.

Here, let me see that.

What am I doing wrong?

Oh, so many things.

Carter set up a
ClipMates account?

Who are you trying to attract?

Women who are hot
for serial killers?

Give it
back. It's not that bad.

Hey, this team
cleans up real nice.

Thank you for coming in
on such short notice.

Our help is needed
in an undercover op

at the Luciana Hotel bar.

Okay, well, what are
our cover stories?

We don't have any. Tonight,
we'll be stagehands.

What's a stagehand?

In order to control the
environment on certain ops,

we sometimes fill the
target location with agents.

And so this evening,
we will all be posing

as hotel guests,
servers, and bartenders.

Like extras in a movie. Yeah.

Yeah, super boring.

And what we're getting
paid to do, Laura.

Except you. What
are you doing here?

Oh, we were about to...
Oh, your first date.

Right. Right.

Did you tell everyone?
Uh, no. Just...

Boss, you think
they'll be able to make

their dinner reservation after?

I doubt it. I'm
sorry. That's not...

But you know what, though?
Antoinette, you could join us.

You are an employee of the
FBI, and this is a low-risk op,

so I can make it
happen if you'd like.

Could be fun. Say yes!

All right.

Great. Yeah, great.

Do I get a gun?

Gun? No.

No.

But the Bureau is picking
up the tab, so enjoy.

Briefing in the
Sit Room. Let's go.

I'm Supervisory Special
Agent Louis Cronin

from the San Diego Field Office.

I realize this is your house,

but it's my op, so
what I say goes.

My Cyber Crimes unit has been
monitoring dark web chatter.

An unsub with top
secret clearance

has offered up stolen
military technology

to the highest bidder.

It's taken months, but our unsub
has agreed to sell the tech

to someone they believe
is a Russian operative

but who is actually Special
Agent Ritchie Abrams.

What kind of technology?

Designs for a military satellite
that can track submarines

up to 200 meters
below the ocean.

If this tech gets into the
hands of our foreign enemies,

this could be catastrophic
for our Navy, right?

Which military contractor was
the tech being stolen from?

DoD uses several vendors
to build different aspects

of the satellite, which
means we're not sure.

So we know a whole
lot of nothing?

Yes, but what we do know is
that our unsub reached out today

and arranged a deal...

Satellite tech in
exchange for $2 million.

Now, they said to
put all the money

in this specific model and
color Mont Clair briefcase

and that they'd show up
with a matching briefcase

that's got the
satellite tech inside.

That exchange is set up
for 10:00 p. m. tonight

at the Luciana Hotel bar.

Any questions? One.

Are you sure you only
want me to be a stagehand?

'Cause I think I
would be much better

as Ritchie's hot side piece.

You see it.

Who are you? Simone Clark.

And you work here?
I'm a special agent.

Then act like one.

Do as you're told.

Stay out of my team's way.

Yes, sir.

You're dismissed.

Of course. I'll bring that...

Ah. Table for two.
Yes? Right this way.

You got stuck being
a waiter, huh, boss?

No, I chose to be.

Gives me free rein all
over the restaurant.

Now, remember, our unsub could
probably already be here,

so no shop talk and
no calling me "boss."

Have a good evening.

Ooh. Carter, this
lighting is fantastic.

Give me your phone so I
can get your glow-up photo.

You're not gonna stop
until I give in, are you?

I'm not.

Ritchie's
in position.

And now we wait.

My first undercover
mission.

This is so exciting.

You're not mad I
brought you here?

Mad? I feel like I'm in
a John le Carré novel.

I love seeing this side of you.

What, my sexy spy side?

Stick around.

Okay. Carter, less ax
murderer, more leading man.

Go.

Well, yeah. Okay.

That's a nice thirst-trap photo,

but I'm thinking the
real issue is your bio.

You got to play up
to your strengths.

You know, you got a cool job.

I'm not gonna put "FBI
agent" on my profile.

Why? Women love a
man with a badge.

Mm-hmm. Don't worry.

I'll do it for you.

Here are your two
classic mocktails.

Oh. Excuse me.

I just got an alert
from L. A. Clear. And?

There was a murder
in a parking garage

at Aerospace Relativity.

That's one of the firms with
access to the satellite tech.

Yeah. An engineer by the
name of Spencer Gordon

was garroted in his car.

No suspects and no surveillance.

He's got the correct
security clearance.

That cannot be a coincidence.
Did they find the tech on him?

No. The car was empty.

All right. I'll send
agents down there.

Copy that.

Will there be
anything else for you?

No. Is, uh, everything okay?

We're fine.

So we're just supposed to
sit here and make small talk?

Seems odd, considering
the circumstances.

You know, before I was
an actor, I was an extra

on some kid shows, and
to make the time pass,

I would create these
elaborate backstories.

I wasn't just
sitting on a bench.

I was... sitting on a bench
waiting for my brother,

who stole my inheritance
and my girlfriend.

I was plotting my revenge.

Sounds like fun. Yeah.

So... who am I?

You are... Madame Debuchy,

the haughty owner
of a rival hotel

who's here scouting
the competition.

Haughty? Yeah. Haughty.

I like that.

And you're Gustav, the
fiery chef de cuisine

I've been trying to poach.

Your phone has
been blowing up, Carter.

Mm-hmm. Let us see
those new profile matches.

Come on. You wouldn't have
any if it weren't for us.

All right. But you're not
allowed to message back.

Okay.

Too thirsty.

She has dead eyes. Little bit.

Ooh!

She can hang for a night.

Mm-hmm.

She wrote back,

"Arrest me, Daddy."

Yes!

I'm not dating this woman.

Why not? Oh, come on, Carter.

We all know you've
used cuffs before.

Ooh! Laura is freaky.

Our unsub has landed.

Arrest team, stand by.

Hi!

False alarm. Stand down.
I repeat... False alarm.

Stand down.

Seven minutes past the
scheduled meet. What do we got?

Agents just finished searching
Spencer Gordon's apartment

and his personal
computer. And?

The dark web account
we've been talking with

belonged to him.

That means your seller is
dead. Someone got to him first.

And that the tech
is out in the open.

Damn it. All right. Kill it.

There's no point sitting
around waiting for a dead man

to show up.

Copy that. We're
gonna wrap things up.

Looks like our guy's
not gonna show.

You sure about that?

Cronin, he's here. Positive
I. D. on the briefcase.

Maybe Spencer had a partner.

Yeah. Or maybe it's his
killer or someone else.

Or maybe both.

Open it.

Is this a joke?

I don't know. Is it?

You know what? I have
had enough of this.

Take him. No, no, no, no, no.

We take him now, we got nothing.

Let's follow him,
see where it leads.

Not your call, Matt.

Arrest him. Take him.

Let's
go! Get in there!

FBI. You're
under arrest.

Arrest? For what?

I'm just a Task-a-Lot
gig worker.

I got paid 500 bucks on an app
to come here, wear this pin,

and meet some dude
to swap briefcases.

He's just a patsy.

And we've just been made.

Damn.

We are taking over
the case from Cronin.

He doesn't look
too happy about it.

Yeah. Well, HQ is pissed that
he pulled the trigger too soon.

So what do we got?

Courier's story checks out.

He was hired off an app
to role-play the deal.

Thought it was a practical
joke or something.

So they used him as
bait to suss out whether

there was law
enforcement in here, huh?

And we fell for it. Yeah.

Well, can we track him,
at least, on the app?

Cyber Crimes said
there's no way.

This guy's clever,
probably tech-savvy.

Somehow he figured out
that Spencer Gordon

was going to steal the
satellite R&D and sell it.

So he kills him

and then piggybacks
off of Spencer's deal.

I bet if Cronin never
ordered us to move in,

whoever is behind this
would have eventually

come out of hiding
to make the exchange.

Damn. We were so close!

Well, what's done is done, okay?

Now, we got work to do.

Carter, you and Simone
head over to the scene

of Spencer Gordon's murder.

See what you can find.

Let's check the specs
on this pin camera,

see if there's a serial
number or something.

Get it to the lab immediately.

You know, boss, I sort
of have a lab right here.

Okay.

Did you have gloves
in your purse?

I'm always prepared.

I've seen this type
of spy cam before.

There won't be a
serial number on it,

so tracing it will
be a challenge.

But it's short range...
About 50 meters.

50 meters? That means our
unsub was inside the hotel.

Okay. Brendon, get your hands
on all hotel security footage

and find out who
was watching us.

Okay.

Oddest first date ever.

Sorry.

Just meet me in the
security office.

Oh, boy.

Not how tonight
was supposed to go.

I know.

Madame Debuchy was
supposed to seduce

Gustav into a torrid
affair in the kitchen.

Gustav
would've liked that.

Cameras were disabled.

The techs found no
fingerprints or DNA.

Our guy was meticulous.

And vicious. What a way to go.

Killer was lying in wait.

Choked him from behind,

obviously with something sharp.

Look at the wounds.

The M.E. thinks it
was cheese wire...

Industrial strength, sharp.

Cheese wire garrote?
That's... specific.

Let me run it through ViCAP.

There were three homicides
in the last two years

that fit the M. O.

A... Wait. And
one... one attempted.

Frank Patterson. He survived.

Where is he now? In prison.

Currently six months into
a three-year sentence

for armed robbery.
Let's pay him a visit.

How's it going?

Wishing I hadn't
picked up my phone.

I was having such a good
night until Garza called.

Well, I do not want to hear
any more complaints from you.

At least your girlfriend
is in the same time zone.

Oh, you and Atlas are trying
the long-distance thing?

Yeah. Phone sex
isn't as good as IRL.

I don't know what I was thinking
bringing this up to you.

No more talking. Please.

All right.

Oh, are you sure?

Why? You got something?

Well, maybe.

With the hat and
the camera angle,

you can't do facial recognition.

Hmm.

Ooh. Hold on.

Yeah. That's a tattoo
on his right hand.

But... I can't make
out what it is, though.

Paid using a credit card.

Yep. I'm calling
for a warrant.

It's midnight. This
better be good.

Special Agents Hope
and Clark, FBI.

Oh, so it's not just the
heat. I really am in hell.

A man was murdered tonight.

Unless you're saying
I'm a suspect,

why should I care?

We think the same person
tried to kill you.

Look familiar?

If you arrest that
bastard, do me a favor...

Lock him up in here.

I'll take care of the rest.

That's not gonna happen.

But you can help
us catch the guy.

I'm not trying to wear a snitch
jacket, even for this guy.

I just want to do my
time and go back home.

To your family in Florida?

Because if you help us,

we can secure a transfer
to a facility in-state.

I'm listening.

You're doing time
for jewelry theft,

but they never
recovered the pieces.

Did you have an accomplice,
someone who double-crossed you?

I'm good. Didn't
need nobody else.

And that job? It was flawless.

Was in and out in five minutes.

But when I got in the
car, someone was in back.

Got a few licks in
before I blacked out.

Never saw the bastard's face.

When I woke up, I was
cuffed in a hospital bed.

Couldn't talk for weeks.

Do you have any
idea who did this?

I never tell anybody
anything about my scores.

Who was the fence you were
going to? They had to know.

I didn't give him any details.

I was careful. Worked alone.

Then that snake
snatches it all away.

Not a snake. A remora.

A what? A remora.

It's also called a suckerfish.

They survive by suctioning
onto a host animal,

like a shark or whale,

then feed off its
scraps from its kills.

So this guy lets a
criminal do all the work,

then kills him and
takes the spoils.

Hey, boss. Yeah.

Our suspect was watching
us from the hotel lobby.

Surveillance video caught
him using a credit card

to buy coffee and a dessert.

Okay. That get us a name?

No. He was smart. He used
a prepaid credit card.

But he also used it to rent
a ShareBNB in Echo Park.

Ah. So not so smart after all.

Grab Carter and
Simone. Check it out.

All right, let's go.

FBI! Stop!

♪ Okay, big dawg gripping... ♪

Head inside.
We'll cut him off.

♪ ...to the boss, get to
swinging like a pendulum ♪

- Hey!
- FBI!

♪ Too much energy ♪

♪ I got the title,
I'm defending them ♪

♪ I ain't come to play ♪

♪ Rap chatter money
hungry backpacker ♪

♪ Throw all
the Benjamins up in the bag ♪

♪ Might just throw
a smack at you ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm bad,
too ill, so fresh ♪

♪ Kickin'
down the door ♪

♪ Hit 'em high and low ♪

Hey, boss. You okay?

I got you, boss.

What happened?

You okay?

Yeah. I think so.

He got away, but
we got his phone.

♪ Come on, tell
me what you want ♪

I can't believe I got
sucker-punched like that.

It could've happened
to any of us, Carter.

But it happened to me.

I know what'll cheer you up.
Let's check your dating profile.

You know, maybe your man-bait
caught some new fish.

You got 35 new messages!

This is all so
superficial. So what?

They liked my profile.
What does that really mean?

It means you go out
with some lovely ladies

and see how it goes.

I don't remember dating
being this complicated.

I actually don't
remember dating at all

because I was
married for so long.

I don't know, Simone.

I'm an analog dater
in a digital world.

Maybe it's just
easier if I die alone.

How much blood did you lose?
'Cause you're talking crazy.

Agent Hope! It is you.

Fortune! Hey! I didn't
know you worked here.

Mm-hmm. Sorry for the delay,
but we are at capacity tonight.

Heat-related illnesses,
accidents from downed power...

The city goes nuts when
the temperature spikes.

Uh, hi. I'm Simone.

How do you two know each other?

We've crossed paths a few times.

Tell
her the truth.

He arrested my
mother a while back.

Jazmine from
Ventura County Jail.

I remember her! Feisty.

To say the least.

So, the doctor says
you're good to go.

I'm just gonna rewrap this.

I promise to be gentle.

Don't worry. I can take it.

Hey! Daddy, why
are you up so late?

What's going on?

I'm guarding the front door

to keep Billie from
sneaking off to that boy's

van of iniquity.

Billie is an adult, and she
needs to make all the mistakes

that will turn her into the
woman she's meant to be.

What kind of mother
did I raise you to be?

A smart one. I
learned from the best.

And I'm doing the opposite of
what you and Mama did with me.

Now, what's that
supposed to mean?

Y'all gave me the blues about
everybody I brought home,

and that only made me
like them even more.

The teenage brain is
naturally rebellious.

It... It cannot
be reasoned with.

It requires reverse psychology.

Okay. I get it. So we're
supposed to pretend

that we like him so that
she'll stop liking him?

Yes. That's how we're gonna
get rid of him. He's a loser.

Now, hold on.
He's not a loser.

He's just a young
man finding himself.

But he's trying to
date my granddaughter,

which means
he's got to go.

And he will. Trust me, Daddy.

Now get some sleep.

Who knew tough G-men
could be ticklish?

Well, you touch so soft,
how could I not be?

Uh, should I step back out?

I'm all done.

And I am as good as
new. Boom! Thank you.

I've got to run. But
if you need anything...

Anything at all... find me.

Nice seeing you
again, Agent Hope.

You, too. And call me Carter.

So I guess we can
delete that dating app.

I don't follow.

If she threw it
at you any harder,

you'd have a concussion.

That girl is into
you, Mr. Analog Dater.

What? Can't she just be a
kindhearted healthcare worker

without you making it all dirty?

Hell no.

She like you.

Come on.

How's the arm?

Fine. How's the case?

Don't ask. Cronin went
tattletaling to the A. D.

Said we lost this guy because I
didn't call SWAT in for backup.

He just wants the
case back for himself.

I'm sorry, Matt. Don't be.

It was my call.

Well, it's still our
case, so let's work it.

W-What did we miss?

He used a fake name to
set up a ShareBNB account,

but we have no
forensic evidence.

Just a partial palm print.

We're... We're no closer
to a positive I. D.

Yeah. Well, we know
more about his victims

than we do about him.

All four are known criminals,
accomplished thieves...

Diamond theft, high-end
cars, pricy artwork.

Exactly. Preys on his own
kind, just like a remora.

Unh-unh.

Stop trying to make
"remora" happen.

It's not gonna.

It's a fitting
name for our unsub.

It totally fits his M. O.

The metaphor doesn't
even make sense, Carter.

A-A remora doesn't
kill its host animal.

It just eats its leftovers.

Well, it's actually
scientifically proven

that remoras feed on
their hosts' feces,

not their kills.
You hear that?

So unless you're calling
our spy satellite

criminal excrement,
stop with "remora."

Okay, well, hopefully we'll
learn this guy's real name

once Cyber gets into
his burner cell,

which won't be at least until
the morning at the very earliest.

So for right now,
everyone just go home.

Get a few hours' rest. Go.

Don't.

No. Simone, y-y-you're
missing my point.

No.

Oh. You back to work already?

Big case. I got to.

And what about the case
of the man in the van?

Follow my lead.

Good
morning, beautiful family!

Hey. Where is that cute
boyfriend of yours?

He's in his van... where
Grandpa told him he had to stay.

But it's good, 'cause he usually
sleeps till about noon anyways.

Can't be mad at a man
who gets his beauty rest.

Oh, a-a-and I've been thinking,
you know, about this #VanLife.

He should be commended
for being eco-friendly.

You want some coffee, Daddy?

Plus, just think of all the money
he's saving living in his van...

You know, on bills and
real responsibility.

You know, I think, uh,
he just might be the one.

Oh, I get it.
You two hate him.

No. It's not like that.

You see a free spirit
living out of a van.

I see someone who was
there for me this semester

while I was struggling
emotionally.

He loves me and supports me,
and he makes me so happy.

That's still not good enough.

I am happy Taylor has
been there for you.

Honestly, I am. But
come on.

I mean, the boy has nothing
going on with his life.

How would you even know?
You've barely spoken to him.

You know, Mom, when you
were a guidance counselor,

you saw the best in everyone.

Now you're a Fed, and
you only see the worst.

That is not tr... Daddy,
that's not true, right?

It's not! No, it's not true.

But it's not false, either.

See?

Look, your mother just
wants what's best.

Same. And, you know, right now,
me being here is upsetting,

so I think I'm gonna leave.

Okay. Now you're overreacting.

I love you, Mom, but
right now... I just can't.

Daddy, do you hear sound
coming out of my mouth?

'Cause it seems to me like a
little girl whose entire life

I'm financing is
forgetting who she is

and how things go
up and through here.

You know, I just need
to clear my head.

Good. Do it.

And we'll talk about
this when I get home.

Yeah. I won't be here.

Billie.

Have I changed?

What?

Remember how I was in the
Academy on the first day?

Am I the same person?

No. You're, uh...
You're better.

No. I'm serious.

Since being in law enforcement,

I'm... I'm hunting serial
killers, going to crime scenes,

i-interrogating folks,
and I think it's made me

more judgmental... biased, even.

That's not who I am.

Listen. I feel the same
way, too, sometimes.

Sure. We can't let
this job change us, B.

We got to hold each
other accountable,

just like we did at Quantico.

Did we get anything
on the burner cell?

Yeah. The techs
just sent it to us.

He made three calls
on it, and the first two

were to foreign
consulates here in L. A.

Russia... one-and-a-half-minute
phone call.

China, a little less.

Looks like they were
trying to off-load the tech

to one of them.

Yeah. But if you want
to do real business

with a foreign power, you
contact the embassy in D. C.,

not the consulate
here in Los Angeles.

Maybe that's why the phone
calls are so short, right?

I mean, what, are they calling
and asking to get transferred

to the espionage office?

Well, it does prove that
the unsub has the goods.

He just doesn't know how
to go about selling them.

The remora is used
to piggybacking

on other criminals' plans,
not creating his own.

You called him the
remora.

What about this third
call? A Rebecca Laramie.

R&D manager,
SonicSpeed Industries.

What's that?
SonicSpeed Industries.

That's Aerospace Relativity's
largest competitor.

He's trying to sell
to their rival. Smart.

Well, the call lasted
over seven minutes.

That's more than enough
time to make a deal.

Absolutely. Let's get
her in here right now.

Yeah.

Wait. So this
guy was for real?

Yes, Ms. Laramie, he was.

Okay. So it wasn't Todd
in accounting pranking me?

Oh, come on. You were on the
phone with him for seven minutes.

I look at spreadsheets all day.

This was the highlight
of my morning.

Okay. Did the caller

try and sell you
top-secret satellite info

from Aerospace Relativity?

If I knew this was real, I
would have taken him up on it.

It would've got me
a big promotion.

And a prison sentence.
This isn't a joke.

This is espionage.

Wait. Am I in trouble?

We need you to tell us
everything he said to you.

Oh. Well, you can listen
to the call yourself.

The company records
all our calls.

What I have to show
you is worth your time.

How about we meet in two hours
at Angels Gate in San Pedro?

Ms. Laramie didn't
agree to the meeting,

but Simone has a theory.

My grandmother grew
up in San Pedro.

Fort MacArthur Battery Barlow
is an old bunker there.

It has graffiti all over it.
It's actually pretty cool.

And I'm interested why, Simone?

Because he called
it "Angels Gate,"

and only locals call it that.

So it got me thinking, maybe
he grew up around there.

It's pretty thin,
but it's what we got.

So what do we know?

Most criminals don't
start out as murderers.

They usually build themselves
up one felony at a time.

So chances are, our unsub
has a criminal record.

Well, let's take a look.

Male, Black.

You said 25 to 30? Make it 35.

Oh, and don't forget that
the hotel surveillance

showed that he has a
tattoo on his right hand.

Okay. Now, any former
or current address

in San Pedro, California.

Okay. Five possibles.

Carter, you were up close
and personal with this guy.

Is he in there?

That's him.

Yeah?

Trevor Bask.

He did time for
breaking and entering.

Got out two years
ago. Fits the profile.

Put out a BOLO, check aliases,

and contact all
known associates.

We are close, team.

Hey.

Yes?

If that's not
how you greeted everyone,

a guy might think he
did something wrong.

Interrupting my workflow may or
may not fall into that category.

Well, it might be
for a good reason.

I'd like to reset
our first date.

What did you have in mind?

Well, tonight, I was thinking

maybe we could do
Spanish food at La Fonda,

followed by a romantic, star-lit
stroll at the observatory,

and maybe some dancing
at the Warwick.

Ambitious. Yeah.

And impressive.

I'm very much on board. Great.

But... isn't it a gamble
with an active case

and your unpredictable hours?

Ah, maybe. But I bet on us.

Okay.

Then I'm in.

Okay.

We got a
facial recognition hit

on Trevor Bask
from a traffic cam.

Let's move. Yeah.

Uh, I'll see you tonight.

Okay.

Hey, buddy.

Pete. Been a while. Yeah.

I appreciate you doing
this so last-minute.

Oh. No problem.

Why the urgency?

I got a lot of heat on me, man.
I got to get out of the country.

But I'm not trying to
go with empty pockets.

Yeah. Well, it's a good thing
I brought this, then, huh?

Yeah.

Just, uh, one question first.

Were you the one who
killed that engineer...

strung a wire around his neck?

LAPD canvassed the area.

A man fitting Trevor's
description went inside

about 10 minutes ago and he
was carrying the messenger bag.

He's gonna try to
sell the plans.

Let's move.

No one's here.

He couldn't have gone far.

Simone, what is it?

Found him.

So Trevor set up a
deal to sell the satellite R&D

but got double-crossed
by the buyer,

who killed him
and took the tech.

Don't say it. What?

That the remora got remora'ed.

I wasn't going
to. But it's true.

And the fact that you
said it lets us all know

how fitting the
name "remora" is.

Is it just me or is this
an odd way to kill someone?

Gunshot to the stomach
and then strangulation

using the victim's own garrote.

Well, gunshot was meant to
immobilize Trevor, not kill him.

The unsub wanted to take
his time, kill him slowly.

This murder was purposeful.

So shoots him in the stomach.
That way, he can't fight back.

And he fishes around, finds
Trevor's own weapon of choice,

and finishes him off with that.

That's cold.

This was about more than
stealing the satellite tech,

wasn't it?

Yeah. It's personal.

Trevor and this new
unsub have a history.

And that's the way we're going
to I. D. whoever did this.

We're gonna have to
tear Trevor's life apart

and figure out who had
the most hate-on for him.

Let's just hope we can
before they sell the tech.

Come on. Yeah.

I think I got something.

I did a deep dive
on Trevor Bask.

Take a look at his
known associates.

All right. Which one?

Peter McCord, his cellmate?

That's the one.

They shared a cell in
Pelican Bay for two years.

Now, McCord is a fence
and a known trafficker

of high-end items for an
international clientele.

So maybe Trevor got McCord
to sell their secrets?

But why would McCord kill him

if they were doing
business together?

I know why.

In McCord's list
of known associates

is Jared Mackey,

who stole a shipment
of rare metals,

and Fernando Pierce, who
pulled a heist at MoMA.

Those names sound familiar?

Both were garroted after
they pulled their jobs.

And McCord was their fence?

Looks that way.

So tell me if this makes sense.

After sharing a prison cell and
figuring out what McCord does,

Trevor gets an idea.

Right. Why risk pulling
a heist yourself

when you can piggyback
other people's heists

and just rob them?

Yeah. So Trevor follows
McCord's associates around

until they perform their jobs...

Like a remora.

Then kills them and
takes the stolen goods

for himself and sells them
through a different fence.

But if he was
screwing over McCord,

why would he have him
fence the stolen secrets?

Well, because Trevor got cocky

and figured McCord
wasn't onto his scheme.

And he needed a guy who
could give him a big payday

for those secrets.

That backfired in a big way
'cause Spencer Gordon's death

is all over the news.

It's the same M. O. as who hit
four of his known associates...

McCord got wise.

So when Trevor called
with the tech to sell,

McCord realized he could get
revenge and a big payday.

Where can we look for McCord?

There are seven known addresses

spread out over Los Angeles...

One residence, six businesses.

So, Laura, Brendon, why don't
you take the home in K-Town?

Carter and Simone, hit up
this pawn shop in Hollywood.

I'll coordinate with LAPD
and get them to cover

the other locations
on the West Side.

♪ Run it like a relay ♪

♪ Run it back like a replay ♪

That's him.

He's here. Requesting backup.

Copy. Sending LAPD
units to you now.

Secure the back.

♪ When you look like this,
you got the look right ♪

♪ What it look like?
Yeah, what it look like? ♪

♪
Wavy, with some much splash ♪

♪ Balling with so much cash ♪

♪ I live like this and
I don't waste time ♪

♪ 'Cause you can't
make that back ♪

♪ You don't want
to run it with me ♪

♪ 'Cause you know
that I go top speed ♪

FBI.

Simone, he's
running towards you!

♪ Top of my class ♪

♪ Head of my game ♪

♪ You can't fade ♪

You okay?

I'm fine.

Minus a couple
of popped stitches.

One in custody. Send a medic.

The tech?

Got it.

I just got off the
phone with the DoD.

They are quite pleased
their satellite tech is safe

and are planning to implement
new security protocols.

Which I'm sure won't be a
waste of taxpayer dollars.

Oh, there is an upside

to frivolous government
spending, you know.

Brendon. Yeah.

Are you not interested
in what will surely be

my pithy comments on the
military-industrial complex?

Uh, can I be
interested tomorrow?

I j... I don't want to be late
for my first date with Antoinette.

I thought you already
had your first date.

Yeah. That was a train wreck.
We're not counting that.

This is a do-over.
Do you mind, boss?

Come on, Matt.

Good night, Brendon.
Great. Thank you.

Is Carter still in the hospital?

Yeah. He's getting restitched.

And if he doesn't
blow it, he's gon' be

getting something else,
if you know what I mean.

Asked for by name, huh?

Well, you said to come
back if I needed anything.

What the hell happened?

It's a long story.

Um... you always work nights?

Yep.

Every night?

Four on, three off. Mm.

Quick sting.

Mm.

Uh, would you ever... I-I mean,
i-if... if you're available.

Not... 'Cause I
know you're busy.

Uh, but, um...
would you want to...

Are you trying to ask me out?

Not very well.

I haven't done this
in almost 20 years.

You're just out of
practice. Try again.

Fortune... would you like
to go on a date with me?

I would.

Well, all right.

Finally. I thought you were
going to choose your job

over me again.

This one is not my fault.

I-I promise I will make
it up to you tonight.

I called in a favor to
a restaurant, and we...

♪ Hung out to dry ♪
[ Cellphone ringing ]

This is Antoinette.

Hello, Margaret.

♪ In the wind and the rain ♪

Of course. I'll be waiting.

♪ While your ship drifts away ♪

Rush job. Uh-huh.

Evidence in a homicide.

Looks like our proper first
date will have to wait.

I'm so sorry. It's all right.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Absolutely.

♪ Where the shadows remain ♪

♪ You can't live without it ♪

♪ Though you won't
see it again ♪

Madame Debuchy?

Ah, Gustav.

Wait. Seriously?

You can cook salmon
en papillote?

Uh, hell no.

But I know how to order it.

Hey.

Did the rest of your
day go any better?

Professionally? Yeah.
Personally?

You already know
the answer to that.

I called Billie.

For two hours, I
tried to convince her

to have that boy turn
that house van around

so that y'all could
work things out.

Well, thank you
for trying, Daddy,

but I'm gonna go
call her myself.

You don't have to.

Okay. Now, as... as a
guy who spent eight years

away from the people
he loves, I'm not with

that "stomp out angry
and not speaking" thing.

Not in this family.

We can disagree and need space,

but we don't stop talking.

So... talk.

Thank you, Daddy.

And thank you for coming back.

I don't have a lot of time.

Taylor's putting gas in the van,

and I got to get back to school.

Okay. Well, then let
me make it quick.

You were right.

I judged Taylor before I had
a chance to get to know him.

He's a great guy.

And I'm looking forward to
getting to know that for myself.

But if he ever treats you
badly, you know who to call.

Yeah. Grandpa.

You can be a little
too much sometimes.

And... I want to apologize
for my attitude earlier.

I was out of line.

Well, that's okay.

I chalk it up to you being
around them Berkeley kids

a little too
long.

But I'm glad you realized.

And I-I want to say sorry
for saying you changed

when you haven't.
No. I have changed.

But I'm working on it.

And you've changed, too.

You don't need my input
in your life anymore.

Sure I do.

Just only when I ask for it.

Okay. You got it. Promise.

Oh.

It's Taylor. He's out back.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Hey, don't forget to
call when you get there.

Does parenting ever
get easier, Daddy?

You want the truth?

Or do you want me
to just be a father

and make you feel better?

The feel-better one.

♪ Hung out to dry ♪

Mm-hmm. [ Chuckles ]

♪ In the wind and the rain ♪

♪ Whale song of longing ♪

♪ While your ship drifts away ♪

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