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- Hey, sorry to keep you waiting.

- No worries. - Whew.

- Double espresso, almond milk.

- Thank you.

You're wearing the scarf. - Oh, yeah.

Of course. I love it.

- You look good.

- I'm gonna wear anything you give me.

Plus, it's cold out. - Yeah, what happened?

- Oh, je--Jesus.

- Baby, you're okay. You're okay, Rina.

Hey, this is Special Agent Jubal Valentine.

I need an ambulance at the 300 block of Chamber Lane.

I have an agent who's been shot.

The 300 block of Chamber Lane. Now!

♪ ♪

Hey, any luck with the witnesses?

- No. Everyone heard the shot. Nobody saw the shooter.

- Okay. - Any update on Rina?

- Yeah, she's being rushed into surgery.

Hobbs is there.

- Jubal, you know, we all feel terrible that this happened.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- You didn't see the shooter?

- No. No.

- ERT scrubbed the immediate area.

No discarded shell casing.

- So the shooter either policed up his own brass,

or he was using a revolver.

- It wouldn't have been a revolver.

He would have had to be close. I would have seen him, so--

- It could have been a sniper. Tiff and I'll grab some agents.

Start canvassing possible vantage points.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

Jubal. - Yeah?

- Listen, we're gonna find out who did this.

- Yeah. - I can arrange for you

to be taken home or directly to Rina...

- No, no. - To check on her.

- I'm good.

- Jubal, I know you two were dating,

and that you were standing right next to her

when she got shot.

Protocol says that you-- - I didn't see anything,

so I'm not a good witness anyway,

so I think we can put protocol aside.

I need to stay focused on this.

I'm good. Please.

- Okay. Let's get to work.

Assistant Director in Charge Rina Trenholm

is in surgery right now-- shot in cold blood.

We are gonna find the coward that did this.

What do we know?

- The bullet taken out of Agent Trenholm

was a 9 millimeter.

There's no ballistic record on file.

9 millimeter is not a bullet associated with sniping.

- Yeah, well, what else do we know?

Any cameras in the area?

- We've been scrubbing every available piece

of traffic cam footage on that street.

So far, no sign of the shooter.

- I found something interesting when I scrubbed

Rina's door cam footage.

This guy was lurking near Rina's house a few days ago.

And this was just yesterday.

He appears to be following Rina

as soon as she leaves her house.

- Kelly, can you get a facial rec hit on this guy?

- Yep.

Frank Castlewood. 45 years old.

- Does he have a criminal history?

- Yeah. A few armed robberies.

Looks like the most recent arrest was for mail theft.

Earned him a one-year stretch at MCC.

Got out a week ago.

- He have a past with Rina?

Was she one of his arresting agents?

- That's negative. No ties to her that I can find.

- So why was he following her?

- Uh, yeah, there's only one way to find out.

Did probation have an address for him?

- No, but it does say in his supervised release file

that they're about to violate him if he doesn't supply one.

It looks like he called their office yesterday.

I've got the burner phone number that he used.

- Ping it. - Okay.

Phone is currently at a hotel on West 27th Street.

- Go. Now. Bring his ass in.

♪ ♪

- FBI. Nobody move!

- Hands where I can see them.

- Come on. Get out. Let's go.

Sit on the bed.

Hey, come here. Let's go. - Have a seat.

- On the bed.

- Where's Castlewood? - Frank?

Uh, he just left about 15 minutes ago.

What's this about?

- How do you know Frank?

- We met him a couple days ago at a bar.

- Number's a match. Why'd Frank leave his phone?

- He didn't. That's mine. What do you mean it matches?

- You let Frank use your phone? - Only once.

He said he had to call his probation officer.

♪ ♪

- Frank have a gun?

- Yeah. A little pistol.

- Did he say where he was going?

- To get cigarettes and to meet some guy.

He said it wouldn't be long. It's just down the street.

- Right. Stay with these two.

We're gonna start a grid search in the surrounding area.

- Okay, he couldn't have gotten far

if he just left 15 minutes ago.

- True.

Castlewood! FBI.

We wanna talk to you. Hey!

- Shots fired.

In full pursuit of suspect eastbound from our location.

♪ ♪

- I got you.

Go, go!

Put your gun down. Now.

- Okay! Okay! Everybody relax.

- Listen to her, Frank. Put it down!

- Now get your hands up nice and high.

- Okay.

- Where'd you get this money from?

♪ ♪

- Hey, Jubal. - Yeah?

- Ballistics already came back on Castlewood's 9 millimeter.

- Okay. And?

- Gun's not a match to the one that shot Rina.

- Okay, well, we saw the way he was stalking her.

We know he's involved.

- Uh--oh, sorry.

Isobel said that it would be better

if we went in there without you.

- Look, Rina's fighting for her life.

I'm gonna fight to make a case against the guy who shot her.

- We care about Rina, too, Jubal.

We just gotta protect the case, right?

- Okay, look, I get it, but I-I-I'm going in.

- Hey, Elise. Where's Jubal?

- Interviewing Castlewood.

Do you want me to go grab him?

- Um, no. No thanks.

- Of course you did, and that's why you shot at us.

- I shot in the air so I could run.

Wasn't trying to hit anyone. - Oh, come on, Frank.

You think the jury's gonna believe that?

- Look, I saw something about this on the news.

Happened in the morning, right?

- You know exactly when this happened,

so please do not insult us by pretending

that you saw it on the news, okay?

- I keep telling you, you got the wrong guy.

I was sitting in a hotel cafe this morning

eating my breakfast.

I saw it on their TV. Can't be in two places at once.

All right? Check with the waitress.

She'll remember me. I left her a fat tip.

- We have you on camera following our agent.

Even if you weren't the shooter,

you were definitely helping whoever was.

- If you're gonna keep telling me that I'm lying,

why are we even talking?

Ain't I supposed to have a lawyer present for this?

- What if we drop the attempted murder charge

for shooting at these two?

- Jubal, what are you doing?

- Oh, you can do that?

You can make this case go away.

- I mean we'd have to talk-- - Yeah. I can do that.

♪ ♪

Tell me who the shooter was.

- All I can tell you is that I'm not the shooter.

All I did was follow the woman

and make a log of her daily routine.

- Okay. For who?

- Can't say.

Look, on my mother's grave,

I didn't know she was gonna get shot.

- Is that where you got the money from?

From whoever asked you to follow her?

♪ ♪

- This deal is still on the table,

but it's not gonna be for long. Tell me.

Who paid you to follow her?

- All right.

You write out the deal right here, right now,

I'll tell you everything I know,

but I want to be absolved of all crimes.

Past. Future. No more supervised release.

- Okay, I gotta talk to the US attorney's office first.

- All right. You know what? I'm done talking for good.

I want a lawyer now. - You don't. Trust me.

Keep talking, okay?

We're gonna work something out here.

- I'm done talking. - Okay, Jubal--

- Tell me who it was now. - Lawyer. Now.

- Tell me who it was! - Jubal.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- We gotta walk out. It's done.

He asked for a lawyer.

Even if he said something relevant right now,

the court'd dismiss it.

- Yeah.

- His alibi checks out.

- Yeah, okay. But still--

- Jubal, you crossed the line in there.

He asked for a lawyer.

- Yeah. Okay. I hear you.

Maybe I was pushing too hard.

- What's going on?

- Um.

Rina has a brain hemorrhage.

- Jubal-- - I made a mistake in there.

It won't happen again.

♪ ♪

All right. Clock is ticking.

We know Castlewood was not the shooter,

but he gave information to the man who was.

So let's connect those dots. What do we know?

- I've been scrubbing street cam footage,

retracing Castlewood's steps after he left his lady friends

in that hotel this morning.

Found some street cam footage of him talking to a guy

a few blocks from the hotel.

- Oh, yeah, okay. That's--yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, wait. Pause it there. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay. Did you run facial rec?

- Yes. Ex-marine. Name is Logan Winters.

Looks like ATF was recently working a case on the guy.

- Yeah? Okay.

Steve, what's ATF's interest in Logan Winters?

- Yeah, two years ago, Winters was arrested

by our New York office for a federal weapons violation.

- Well, that crime has a stiff sentence.

Why is he still on the street?

- Shows he was arrested, convicted,

but then beat the case on appeal.

- Do we have an address or a phone we can ping?

- No, nothing in the system,

but here's something that's probably pertinent.

Looks like Castlewood and Winters were both together

at the Metropolitan Correctional Center this year.

Housed together prior to Winters

having his case overturned.

- Okay, unless I'm missing something,

neither of them did time on a case

that would indicate a grudge against the FBI.

- Yeah, or Rina.

- Okay, so now, we've got more questions than answers.

How do we remedy that?

- Okay, Steve, I need to see the case file.

- Yeah, I'm trying to access it,

but the system's shutting me out.

Looks like it's got restricted access for some reason.

"For case agents' eyes only."

- Why would they seal an old case file?

- I'm not sure. - Okay.

Case agent is Sanchez.

Get a hold of him. - Yeah.

- Maggie. OA. Talk to the case agent.

Get some answers. - Okay.

♪ ♪

- Winters is no joke.

Believed to be responsible for a handful

of assassinations in South America.

He trying to take out a fed? That's a lot of heat.

Don't see why he would do something like that.

- That's why we need your investigative files on him.

- I can't do that.

That's for internal review only.

Part of a bigger case.

- Is it bigger than our agent getting shot

in front of her house in broad daylight?

- Look, I understand the importance

of your investigation, so I'm willing to tell you

everything that's relevant to your needs,

but that file stays sealed,

so just ask me what you need to know.

- Do you have a last known address on Winters?

- That's a no.

- What about known associates?

Maybe that can help us track him down.

- I do, but it's complicated. - Well, what does that mean?

- It means that I want to help, but I don't want to blow a case

that I've been working on for two years.

- I don't even know why we're doing this.

Your deputy director is Tom Parsons, correct?

- What about him?

- I served in Afghanistan with him.

I'm gonna give him a call

and see how he feels about you stonewalling us.

- Okay, okay.

Winters has an associate by the name of Bill McCain.

He owns a private gun club in Brooklyn.

During our investigation, we've seen Winters make daily visits.

From what I understand, the two of them are close.

- Does he still frequent the place?

- He did as of two days ago, but just do me a favor.

If you jam Winters, do it away from the gun store.

- Understood. Address?

- Bill McCain is my primary target.

The dude is responsible for flooding the country

with a bunch of untraceable ghost guns,

so if he gets nervous and rabbits,

that's two years' worth of work down the drain.

Yeah, even your big shot friend Deputy Director Parsons

will be pissed, if that happens.

- You didn't really work with his boss, did you?

- No.

- Man, I don't know how this place stays open.

There's not been anybody in or out

for the last three hours.

- Going in the online reviews, it only gets two stars.

Lots of comments about the owner being a bit of an ass.

- Well, I guess when you got a lot of guns,

you can afford to have a lot of attitude.

What's up?

- It's an update from Jubal on Rina.

Doctors are doing their best, but it's an uphill battle.

- If I was Winters,

I would be heading for the border, not a gun store.

- We're tracking all the borders

and flight manifests.

If he's our shooter, I'm sure he's aware of that.

- There he is. Heads up.

Our target just pulled in

driving a late model Chevy Malibu.

Stand by for plates.

- Yeah. We got a New York plate.

2 Sierra Papa Victor 768.

- Kelly, run that plate. - Copy that.

- Are you sure it's Winters? - Affirmative.

Looks like he's on his own.

Hey, Scola, we're gonna stand our ground

unless you tell us otherwise.

- Okay. Copy.

When we announce ourselves, you and OA pull up hot.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Okay. There's a train coming.

Get ready to hop out when he bails.

- No, no, no, no. You're not gonna make it!

Damn it.

Damn it!

- Jubal, we lost him.

- What do you mean you lost him?

Are you serious?

- Kelly, where are we with that plate?

- It's a rental out of Brooklyn.

- Okay, good. Is the GPS accessible?

- Looks like he disabled it.

I'm gonna try to turn it back on remotely.

Got it. - Yeah? It's him?

We got him? - It's him.

- All right. We're getting his location!

♪ ♪

Okay, so the building is owned by the same shell corporation

that rented the vehicle, most likely set up by Winters.

- It's probably where he lays his head,

so assume it's fortified. - Copy that.

- Blue team, secure the rear.

♪ ♪

- Hey!

- We've got eyes on Winters. He's heading to the roof.

- Stop! Hey!

- Agent down. Maggie, where are you hit?

Talk to me, Maggie. You okay?

- No.

- I don't see a shooter.

♪ ♪

Talk to me, Maggie.

Talk to me, Maggie. You okay?

Come on. Come on. Come on.

- Hey.

How you feeling?

- Vest did its job. I'm fine.

- The bullet didn't penetrate the vest, but she's got

some bruised ribs as well as a mild concussion.

My advice is roll her to a hospital.

- Yeah. Thank you.

All due respect, I'm not going to the hospital.

- Maggie, can we just slow down?

I thought I almost lost you, for a second.

- Yeah. Yeah. That was scary.

Look, I don't want to get into that right now.

Did we lose Winters?

- Yeah, but we are scrubbing traffic and surveillance cams.

No sign of him.

- Hey, so what is this thing?

Some sort of remote-control machine gun?

- I don't know for sure, other than it looks like

a pretty sophisticated device.

Software processing boards inside are cutting edge.

What makes it work and how sophisticated is a mystery

because unfortunately, OA did a number on it.

- Good thing he did,

or else it would have kept shooting.

- No doubt, but if it wasn't damaged,

I'd be able to track some of these components.

Maybe use that to help track down Winters.

- You know, this thing was hidden in plain sight.

I might be able to help with that.

♪ ♪

Right there.

- It looks exactly the same. - Right?

I'm betting that's by design.

An electrical box isn't gonna raise any eyebrows.

- Makes sense why Jubal didn't see a shooter.

- Ian, how's it coming?

- The device outside Rina's home is kind of genius.

In a bad way. Take a look at this.

The camera on this thing searches for a facial rec hit

then uses that alert to trigger the device.

Interesting side note, the same kind of device

was recently used in Iran to kill a nuclear scientist.

- Okay, so facial rec.

That means somebody input Rina's face, yeah?

- It wasn't just her face.

- What do you mean?

♪ ♪

- It was yours and a dozen others.

- All the--

♪ ♪

Our--our families?

- Okay, if Jubal's face was in there,

why didn't it shoot him as well?

- The magazine jammed.

That's why Tiff and Scola weren't shot either.

- All right.

- Okay, we're gonna get agents out in the field.

Make sure our families are sheltered in place.

- Yeah. - Where are you going?

- I'm gonna go talk to Castlewood.

He knows what's going on.

- No. He has lawyered up.

You going into that interview room angry

is only gonna make things worse.

We're gonna find Winters.

I promise you that, and Castlewood?

He will be charged for his involvement in all of this.

Right now, you go down to the hospital and check on Rina.

Be there for her when she comes out of surgery.

That's an order, not a request.

♪ ♪

You took photos of us, of our families,

and you gave them to Winters.

Does that mean there are more devices out there?

- I'm not gonna let him answer that.

- If Agent Trenholm dies, or anyone else for that matter,

you know he is looking at life.

- Then make the deal I'm asking for.

- The best I can do is ask the AUSA

to shave a little time off of his sentence,

but you know damn well nobody

is gonna make the deal he's asking for.

- I think we should talk about our offer in private.

- No. No!

That doesn't work for me.

Look, if I run my mouth and still go to jail,

even if it's for a month,

even if I'm in protective custody, he's gonna find me.

I'm as good as dead. - You're talking about Winters.

- No.

Winters is a walk in the park

compared to the guy we're working for.

You know what? Forget it.

It ain't worth dying over.

I'll take my chances at trial.

♪ ♪

- Hey. - Hey, hey. Anything new?

- Just talked to the nurse. - Yeah?

- It's still a few hours before they'll know

anything substantive. - Yeah.

That's her ex-husband over there.

You two already know each other.

- Yeah. We've met a few times.

- The way he's looking over here, I'm guessing

it wasn't a good experience for either of you.

- Yeah, well, I'm kind of the reason

for his divorce, so.

- All right, well, he's been asking for an update.

Just wait here. I'll take care of it.

- Yeah, no. I got it. I got it. Thanks.

- All right.

- Hey.

- How's she doing? What do we know?

- Well, there's not too many details at the moment.

The doctors are doing everything they can.

We're just gonna have to be patient, I guess.

- So what happened?

- Um.

Well, I mean, I can't talk to you about--

- For God's sakes, Jubal. She was my wife for ten years.

Just tell me what the hell happened.

- Yeah, um, you know,

we were outside her brownstone,

we're about to go to work, and then--

it was just, you know, it was out of nowhere.

This gunshot and-- and then she went down.

That's--you know.

♪ ♪

- We're working under the assumption

that there are more AI devices out there.

Good news is, all of our family members

are safe and accounted for.

For now, I need you both to avoid

all of your daily routines and habits.

We all need to wear facial coverings while out

in certain parts of the field.

Anything to throw off the facial rec software

until we can figure out what the hell we're up against.

- Oh, hey.

- Hey. How's she doing?

- She's still in surgery. It's too soon to tell.

How are you? - Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks.

- Do you guys mind giving us a second?

- Of course. - Yeah.

- Jubal. - Yeah?

- I thought I asked you to wait at the hospital.

- You did, but I'm not a doctor.

I can't do anything there.

What I can do is try to figure out how to protect my kids.

I need to be here, Isobel.

- Okay, but you are on a very short leash.

- Okay. Fine. Any update?

- No--Castlewood isn't cooperating,

but he did allude to someone behind Winters.

Someone he is scared of more than us.

- So if that's true, we don't even know

who the shot-caller is.

These guys are just a bunch of pawns.

We need to talk to Winters' friend,

the gun shop owner McCain.

- ATF wants us to stay away,

and we don't have a warrant to kick their door in.

- Well, give me ten minutes. I'll get one.

♪ ♪

- FBI!

- Place is clear.

- Then where the hell's McCain? His car's still outside.

- Let's do another sweep. - Sounds good.

- What the hell are you guys doing?

We had an agreement.

I've been sitting on the block watching this place

when you guys just rolled up and busted through the door.

- Okay, we really didn't have a choice.

My partner was just shot, and they are gunning

for our kids and family members,

so I don't know what you want me to tell you.

- I'm sorry. I didn't know. You could have just--

- If there was time to track you down, I would have,

but right now, we have to find this shooter

before more agents are shot, you understand?

- Well, was it worth it?

- No. It wasn't.

He's not even here.

- Been sitting out front for hours.

He's here.

My foreman told me about this months ago.

I've been dying to see it with my own eyes.

Cover down.

♪ ♪

- Show me your hands!

- Don't shoot. Please.

- Maggie, look.

- You son of a bitch.

- So you manufactured these kill box devices,

so you're responsible for two federal agents being shot.

- I had no idea. Look, I make guns.

I don't pull the trigger on them.

And I'm not interested in going to jail for the people that do,

so I'm happy to talk, if you promise to help.

- Yeah, we can do that.

So let's start with where's Winters?

- I don't know. I really don't.

Last time I saw him was a couple of days ago,

and he's always switching burner phones.

- How many of these devices did he have you make for him?

- Six. He took five.

The one in my shop wasn't finished yet.

- Winters say why he was targeting us?

- Not really.

The guy's always been a loose cannon.

I served with him in Afghanistan.

He's got a sickness.

He's always looking for a fight.

- I just talked to Ian.

According to him, McCain didn't just build those damn things.

He inserted our photos.

- Yeah, I figured, but don't confront him right now.

Not when he's giving us the answers we need.

♪ ♪

- You don't just target a random team of FBI agents

whom you've never had contact with.

So he must have had a reason. What is it?

- He mentioned a client.

Not by name.

Just that this client wanted you people dead.

Winters said the money was too good to pass up,

and when he found out the targets were feds he balked.

He tried to back out.

- Obviously, he didn't.

- Because the client wouldn't let him.

Winters is terrified of the guy.

Described him as the devil.

When he tried to back out, the guy said he would kill him

and his two kids.

♪ ♪

Believe me, Winters isn't easily spooked.

Short of God himself, the man fears no one.

- Okay, so only three of the six AI devices

built for Winters have been accounted for,

so we have two missions ahead of us.

We have to find them and we have to catch Winters.

- And since we're at an impasse on both,

this mysterious client is the key to figuring it all out.

- Okay, so we've been digging deep into Winters' life, right?

Last known associates, favorite restaurants,

his damn pets, and still nothing.

- I have something.

I've been scrubbing Winters' incarceration records.

Visitor logs, things like that, and I came across something

concerning in his prison housing records.

- Concerning is good. What is it?

- Winters was housed in the same wing as Castlewood,

which explains their connection,

but it got me thinking about how they're both scared

of the client, so I dug deeper.

Pulled Winters' work assignments.

He was a trustee while locked up.

He worked in the chapel at first,

but then was assigned to cleaning floors

in the segregated high-profile wing.

- Okay, Elise, where are you going with this?

- One of the men housed there, I think he's behind this.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Do you know why we're here?

- Of course I do.

How's that kid of yours?

I heard through the grapevine that he's a little sick.

- Why are you doing this?

- Because I want to.

- If this is another stunt to get released,

I am telling you-- - It's not a stunt.

And I don't want anything...

Other than to see each and every one of you dead.

- Why? Because we-- because we arrested you?

- Because you played dirty.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- The last time we spoke, you showed me

a video of my wife and my son.

You knew that it would change my decision.

That I would do whatever it took to keep them safe,

including going to jail for the rest of my life.

- Congratulations.

You love your wife and kid. Get to the damn point.

- They're dead.

♪ ♪

- And you think that we would--

- When FBI agents come into town, people talk.

The word spreads.

The second your people left Mexico,

the hyenas moved in,

and they got their revenge.

My wife and my son

hung from a bridge

like rag dolls for everyone to see.

And soon, you will all feel

the same pain that I feel.

- No. We won't.

We're gonna find Winters, and we're gonna stop him.

- I love the optimist in you, Valentine.

That positive mindset is not gonna work this time.

The truth is, you should already be dead.

♪ ♪

And if Winters doesn't get the job done,

then I will find someone to take his place.

And another. And another.

Until you're dead.

♪ ♪

Now...

If the people I assume you have searching my cell

are done, I'd like to go back.

♪ ♪

- Came up dry--nothing in here but toiletries and blankets.

- Of course it's clean. He knew we were coming.

- But he's definitely in contact with Winters.

He knew the device jammed after it shot Rina.

That's why he said I should already be dead.

That information was not released to the press.

- So how's he doing it? How's he staying in the loop?

- Winters was an inmate trustee, right?

He cleaned the floors of this row.

- You're the only inmate on record

to have access to Vargas.

- Like I said, I mop the floors, that's it.

I've never even said a word to the man.

- You're doing a year for tax evasion, right?

You really want to stay in jail for lying to us?

- I'm not lying.

- Hey. We just found this.

- Probably has Vargas' prints all over it.

- Last chance.

You tell us everything you know,

or you're gonna spend five years in jail

for every lie you just told us.

- I had no choice.

Vargas wanted me to hide his phone.

Said he would kill me and my family if I didn't.

♪ ♪

- Kelly, what do you got?

- Looks like the cell that you found

has only been used to call one other phone.

- It's gotta be Winters.

- Ping it and get us the location.

- It's showing it's currently in Brooklyn,

just by Prospect Park.

- Go.

♪ ♪

- Yeah, the cell is pinging in your general area.

You should be right on top of him.

- Guys, he's coming out of the bar.

He's heading towards us.

- Hey! Put the gun down!

- He's hit. - Yeah.

- Hey. No, no, no! Let him go.

- Back off! Back off! - Get back.

- Contain him. Do not kill him.

We need to know where the other devices are.

- Winters, let him go.

This is not gonna end the way you want it to.

- Either I walk away from here or he dies.

- You are hurt.

Man, you need medical attention.

We can get that for you.

- Okay.

You want a hostage that has real leverage?

Take me.

- No, no, no. That's not gonna happen.

Don't even think about it.

- Take me. - Not happening.

One more step, and I shoot--

- No, no, no.

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Get medical! Get me medical!

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

You'll be all right. Hang in there.

Hey, hang in there. We're gonna get you help.

Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.

I need you to tell me where those other devices are.

Listen to me!

- Give us this day our daily bread...

- What?

- And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass--

- What are you saying? Hey, hey.

Hey, you want to make peace with God?

Then help.

Tell me where you put those devices.

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- Hey. - Hey.

With what Winters told us

and the GPS record on his burner phone,

we've managed to collect all the other devices.

- Yeah. I know. I know.

He positioned one 50 feet from my kid's school.

We both know Vargas is not going to stop trying.

Even in segregated housing, he'll always be able

to get a message out.

Crooked guards. Dirty lawyers.

- I know that.

- But Vargas has a lot of enemies.

If he hits the yard at MCC, he won't survive a week.

- What are you talking about? - I got friends there.

Clerical errors happen all the time.

- I assume that you're just venting.

- He's targeting our families, Isobel.

- I understand that.

And we are going to stop him, but we're better than that.

We have to be.

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- Come on, Rina. You got this.

- Any news?

- Oh, uh...

Well, we caught the people responsible, so.

It doesn't change what's going on here, but, uh,

yeah, it's something.

- So you two were--

- Yeah. We were...

We are gonna give it a shot.

For real. Not like last time.

That was messed up back then.

I know. I was--I was messed up.

I've worked really hard to, um...

I can't believe I let this happen.

Somehow-- somehow, it's my fault.

Something I could have--

I could have done, you know?

There's something I could have done.

- Who the hell do you think you are?

Some sort of mind-reader? A saint?

You're just another selfish prick

who thinks the world revolves around him and himself.

So as much as I'd like to lay this at your feet...

I can't do that.

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This isn't on you. Or her.

It's just something that happened.

Part of the job you two signed up for.

So save all your "what-ifs" and self-pity for someone else.

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- Stay tuned for scenes from our next episode.

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