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* Now I've had
the time of my life *

* No, I never felt
like this before *

[ Birds cawing ]
* Yes, I swear, it's the truth

* And I owe it all to you

* 'Cause I've had the time
of my life *

* And I owe it all to you

* So we take each other's hand

* 'Cause we seem to understand
the urgency *

Beautiful!

* Just remember

* You're the one thing

Oh, I gotta get
some video.

You plant evidence,
pistol whip people,

steal dope money.

You hooked electrodes
up to a guy's junk,

but, Frankie, I gotta
draw the line somewhere.

Whoa, come on.
Not today, trainee.

* This could be love because
[ Speaking Spanish ]

* I've had the time of my life

* No, I never felt
this way before *

Come on, Tio!
You got this.

All right, come on,
bring it in.

Remember to lock the elbow --
Careful!

* And I owe it all to you

Oof!

Ooh.

Aiee!! Tio!

Listen!

If we don't nail
this number by Friday,

my party's gonna be ruined!

I got this, I promise.

I'll get it.

I prom-- Oh!

Let's take five.

[ Sighs ]

[ Groans ]

I'm getting old.

Please. Arrest me.

What for?

Ahh.

Well, for anything.

Just put me in jail, man,
straight up.

I can't put up
with this, Frank.

I almost got a heart attack,
homey.

That Sniper's
little girl?

Yeah. That's Lulu.

You know, my brother's
up in Chino,

so I said I'd take care
of the quinceñera for her.

I knew I'd have to do this
father/daughter dance thing,

right, but I just
didn't count on Lulu

being such a big fan
of "Dirty Dancing." [ Laughs ]

You're doing right by her,
Moreno.

I hope so.

She's been through a lot.

You know me, I got jumped in
when I was 12.

But her --
she's a good girl.

I just want her to have a shot
at something better, that's all.

So...why'd you call us?

I got a hot tip for you.

Some top-shelf heroin
just hit the street.

Echo Park Deuces -- they
slinging it out of that pad

that they got over there
on 16th.

Where's the dope
coming from?

Nobody knows, man.
I'll tell you what, though,

it ain't Mexican
'cause they ain't filed

their cartel tax returns,
know what I'm saying?

[ Laughs ]

So the Echo Park Deuces
are your new competition,

and you want us
to take 'em out for you.

That about it?
-Well, come on, man.

Would I be a good informant
if I was out of business?

I'll tell you what.

Why don't we
just consider this

Lulu's quinceñera
present, huh?

[ Man rapping in Spanish ]

[ Laughs ]

Your choice...

Life up in Chino
or death right now.

Chino it is.

Good choice.

Gun! Gun!

[ Dogs barking ]

What the hell?

[ Siren wailing ]

-Frank: Who is he?
-Val: No I.D.

No tattoos,
no track marks.

No fingerprints.

Looks like he burned
them off with acid.

So we got nothing
to go on.

Well, I didn't say that.
We got his weapon.

A Beretta 92D

issued to
a Border Patrol Agent Stevens.

[ Bird caws ]

This was Stevens'
duty weapon.

Where's Stevens now?

Agent Stevens is dead.

He was murdered this morning,
along with his partner.

Special Agent Boudreau,
as I live and breathe.

Mmm. Frank.

Did we step on your toes again?
Oh, I hope so.

You told me you had
a working relationship.

I told you
we'd worked together.

Actually,
we did all the work.

He gave
the press conference.

Well, that sounds like
the FBI to me.

Jack Ivers,
Homeland Security.

**

These images were taken this
morning by one of our drones.

Ocotillo Wells,
190 miles south of here,

just this side
of the border.

-Looks like a massacre.
-It was.

Two dead border agents --
Stevens and Vaughn.

One dead coyote.

The rest were just huddled
masses yearning to breathe free.

Well, whatever went down,

looks like our scarred suicide
was part of it.

That's how he acquired
Stevens' duty weapon.

Ivers: Two weeks ago, our
scarred man and another subject

flew into Mexico City
from Kabul, Afghanistan.

He's Afghan?

His name is Farokh.

The scars are from
a Hellfire missile strike.

Drone attack.

Now, both Farokh
and his travel companion Sadiq

are members of a radical sect
run by Elder Mudarris.

We've been keeping tabs on
Mudarris and his associates.

Mudarris is responsible
for bombings in Bagram,

Kandahar,
a school in Jalalabad.

More recently,
a cafe in Paris,

a cruise ship
in Belgium.

Mudarris is branching out.
He's extending his reach.

All the way to L.A.

Farokh and Sadiq crossed
the border last night,

most likely posing
as Central Americans.

The border agents were just
an unforeseen complication.

Once they killed them,
the others became loose ends.

Well, I only see one set
of tire tracks

leading away
from the crime scene.

We believe they took the border
agents' 2015 Explorer,

along with their weapons.

Vehicle have
a tracker on it?

Yeah, it did.
Our subjects removed it,

put it on a freight train,
we intercepted it in Yuma.

Tradecraft.

So where's this other guy,
Farokh's field-trip buddy?

-Sadiq.
-Yeah, that's where you come in.

Now, I believe that Farokh
killed himself

in order to prevent us from
extracting information from him.

About whatever
they're planning,

which means they didn't
just come here

to get rich selling
heroin.

Boudreau:
No. We believe the heroin

is a means of financing
their operation.

Now this next photograph
was taken

from a security camera at
the Mexico City Airport.

Fall back!

Hurry up!

Aah!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Sherman: Kyle!

Man: Incoming!

[ Praying in Arabic ]

Ivers: Now, listen up.
Unlike my colleague here,

I don't give
press conferences.

I take the Sadiqs
of the world

outside the boundaries
of international law,

where I make
them tell me things.

Personally, I don't care
who catches him.

I got plenty of drones.

What I need now
are trackers.

I need people who know how
to hunt these streets.

Whatever Sadiq's mission is,

I need you to catch
the son of a bitch

before he carries it out.

Hey, can I have a veggie
egg-white scramble, please?

How's the food here?

Pretty decent.

Great cheeseburgers.

But I'm being good today, and
I ordered an egg-white scramble.

[ Laughs ]

Let me guess.
New resident?

Lab assistant.

My university credits didn't
carry over when I came here.

Mmm.

I always dreamed of becoming
a doctor, back in Kabul.

My husband was there.

With the Marines.

[ Clears throat ]

Thank you.

Maybe I'll see you around
the hospital sometime.

Of course.

And please...

Thank your husband
for his service.

**

[ Siren wails,
police radio chatter ]

**

* Two six packs of Shiner

* 99-cent butane lighter

-Wind?
-Just a tickle from the east.

* ...a fifth of Patron

[ Gunshots ]

Good night, Sweet Prince.

Still got it
after four beers, Sherman.

[ Sighs ]

You ready to head back?

Sherman Lee Tucker
got him a girl waiting?

Aftermarket breasts.

One of those barb-wire tattoos
around her bicep.

[ Laughs ]
Sounds promising.

I met her at church.

[ Grunts ]

Here you go.

[ Bottle cap pops ]

Thanks, man.
[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

What's on your mind,
Corporal?

Fed showed up at my work
this morning.

Handed us a photo
of a suspected terrorist.

Guy named Sadiq.

He Arab?

Afghan.

That desert crap basket

is the gift that keeps on
giving, isn't it?

I think I recognize him
from Zamindawar.

Yeah, I went through that
for a while, man.

Almost knifed some poor guy

working the register
at a gas station once.

Lucky for me, he had a sense
of humor about it, but --

I'm serious.

I think it's him, Sherman.

I think it's that kid.

What are you doing here?

Everyone was supposed to
be evacuated.

[ Praying in Arabic)

Knock it off!

I asked you a question!
What are you doing here?!

Home.

My home.

You can't stay here, kid.

No! No! I stay.

[ Crying ]

[ Explosion ]

It's not safe!
We gotta go!

No!

[ Gunfire ]

Sherman, come on, man!

No, I can't feel
my legs, man!

I'm here, buddy.
I got you.

That night was the last I saw
of him, until that photo.

Now he's some
Islamic Radical.

Killed two border cops
down south,

and I'm pretty sure
he's here in L.A.

And I can't help but think
maybe he's come here for me.

That's your guilt talking,
all right.

You have nothing to feel guilty
about, all right.

You saved my life.
All right, there's no way

that this guy is that kid.

All right, you saw him
for, what, five seconds?

We hunted these guys
for years.

You know how they think
better than anyone I know.

I'm just trying to see
through Sadiq's eyes.

Of all the gin joints
in all the world,

this 15-year-old Haji
grows up

to be Ricardo Montalban
in "Star Trek II,"

comes to the City of Angels

to take his revenge
on Corporal Kyle Craig?

Something like that.

Okay.

Then the first thing
I'd be asking, bro,

is how's he find you
in the first place?

Right? Doesn't
even know your name, man.

But if he is here for you,

then that means
he's got somebody stateside

helping him look.

Somebody smart.

He'd need a place
to hide out,

till he was ready.

[ Sirens wailing ]

And one way or another,
he'd need money.

[ Dog barking in distance ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Gasps ]

Allahu akbar.

Both: Allahu akbar.

Welcome to L.A.,
Brother Sadiq.

[ Door creaks ]

Kyle!

What is wrong with you?!
What are you doing?

Listen to me, Alyse.

We need to get you
out of the house.

What? Why?

[ Knock on door ]

Frank: Kyle, it's us!
Open up!

You all right?

Yeah.

-Alyse.
-Frank.

Alyse, this is Tommy
and Rebecca.

-Pleasure.
-You have a lovely home.

Thanks.

I really appreciate this.

Of course.
You're family.

You're gonna stay with Holly
a while until this is over.

Alyse:
Until what is over?

Why don't you tell me
what's going on, Kyle?

We have never kept secrets
from each other.

That is not who we are.

Just trust me, please.

[ Apple crunches ]

[ Door opens ]

Be safe.

[ Door closes ]

You're gonna think
I'm nuts.

Try me.

The bearded guy
in the photo.

I think I recognize him
from Zamindawar.

I told you about
what happened

to my buddy Sherman
after he got shot?

I followed the Haji
who shot him into a house.

I was so full of rage,

I unloaded a full mag
in that house.

Alyse doesn't know about it,

and I'd like to keep it
that way.

You think Sadiq's the guy
that shot Sherman?

No. I put him down.

But there was
collateral damage.

One survivor --
a kid, 15, 16.

We were told
everyone was evacuated.

Somehow,
these people weren't.

I saw that photo, and I can't
shake the idea that it's him.

It's crazy, right?

Little bit. Yeah.

But if your gut's telling you
this is the same guy,

then we go with your gut.

How do you do it?

Do what?

Be okay not knowing
what Frank is doing?

Oh, well...

there's a lot about me
that Frank doesn't know.

Like how I lost
my virginity.

My deep love
for Taylor Swift.

And he's never seen me
in the bathroom.

Ever.

Holly, I'm serious.

You don't have secrets
from Kyle?

None that could
get me killed.

[ Sighs ]

Yeah, I'm probably not
the right person

to ask about this.

But you love Frank.

Yes, I do.

But love
isn't a free pass.

Frank is who he is,
and I am who I am.

I'm afraid I don't even know
who Kyle is anymore.

Well, then
that would scare me, too.

If it is Sadiq, he would
need logistical support.

People already here
in L.A.

Base of operations,
supplies, cash...

Cash.

We stopped Farokh
in the middle of his dope deal.

The money
never changed hands.

But Moreno said some of the
heroin already hit the street.

Meaning there's gotta be more
of it out there somewhere.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Hey, lemme hit you back, homey.
I'm working right now.

Shut up and listen.

That heroin
you tipped us about,

how'd you find out about it
in the first place?

Some junkie, man.
He's one of my customers.

I need to talk to him.

Well, you'd better get yourself
a Ouija board then, man.

That homeboy OD'd.

Man, I told you, Frank,

this is some next-level
street stuff right here.

It comes from straight out
of Afghanistan.

Last time we talked,
you said you didn't know

where it came from.
-Yeah, well, thanks to you,

the Deuces are
out of the picture,

so now they're all
dealing with me.

Moreno, Listen to me.

These people aren't
who you think they are.

They're terrorists.

Frank, Frank,
relax, relax.

They're not
terrorists, man.

They're not even Arabs.

They look like
hipsters or something,

like they work
in a used record store.

I'm looking at 'em
right now.

Moreno, get out of there!

Get out of there now!

Moren--

Everything okay?

Yeah.
It's all good.

It's all there.

[ Tires screech ]

Moreno!

Frank! Frank!

[ Coughing ]

Is that you, Frank?

I'm here.
You're gonna be okay.

Oy.

Promise...promise you'll take
care of Lulu for me.

You have my word.

You gotta take care of her
for me, Frank.

Her -- her father/daughter dance
is coming up soon.

You die on me, I'll kick
your ass, you big, dumb bastard.

He's not dying.

What?

They shot him in the love
handle, through and through.

He just got some
9mm liposuction.

[ Laughs ]

Well, he's going
to the hospital anyway.

Whoa, whoa!
Frank, Frank, Frank!

Hold on!
Hold on. Relax.

I got -- I got
something for you.

Watch.
Check this out.

[ Sirens wailing ]

That's the license plate.

Son of a bitch.

Plate comes back registered
to an Alec Wellsley.

Software engineer.

He and his wife Kat are big
in the activist scene.

They were anarchists.

Social media says they met
at the WTO protests in '09.

Bet they take a knee
for the National Anthem, too.

Border agents' SUV
just surfaced.

-Kyle: Where?
-Tommy: Atwater Village.

About a half-mile
from the Wellsley house.

I'll put our surveillance team
on the house.

You want to burn the location,
spook 'em so they go to ground?

By all means,
send in a bunch

of Mitt Romney impersonators
to Atwater Village.

I'm sure
they'll fit right in.

Sadiq is a pro, trained
in counter-surveillance.

He'll see your men
coming a mile off.

He's right.
Tommy and I will set up
at the Wellsley house.

Watch each other's back.

I just got a hit
on Wellsley's credit card.

Filled up at a gas station
in Burbank.

What's in Burbank?

Across the street
from the gas station.

Red, White and Guns.

**

Man: Yeah, I don't know.
I'll think about it.

Marks: Look, it's up to you.
But I'm telling ya, man,

they're take trying to away
our constitutional rights.

[ Sighs ]
-Afternoon.

Mark me,
couple of thugs

are gonna kick down
his door one night,

wanna take away
his valuables

and maybe even a piece
of his old lady,

he's gonna wish he'd filled out
that damn form

and swiped his credit card,
you know? [ Laughs ]

Amen to that,
brother.

Don't take offense, young man.
I'm a history buff is all.

Heritage, not hate,
you feel me?

Oh, yeah, I feel you.

Bill Marks.

What can I do for you,
gentlemen?

Running a special today
on shotgun ammo.

A young couple came in here
probably in the last hour.

We get a lot
of couples in here.

Couple that slays together
stays together, am I right?

People have a right
to arm themselves.

Some of us have even
fought for that right.

Semper Fi.

The eagle's facing
the wrong way!

You're no Marine.
I was over there.

I had friends who
died doing it for real!

Relax, man,
it's just a sales tool.

You know what?
I got one of these in my car.

Call it the Persuader.

This loaded?

Of course
it's not loaded.

Now it is.

Not smart.

This couple
we're asking about,

we know they were in here,
we know they paid with cash.

No waiting period,
no background check,

and no record of the sale.

Last time I checked, this was
still America, damn it.

Which means I don't have to
tell you squat.

Normally that'd be true.

But what we have here is
"exigent circumstances."

An emergency situation
requiring swift action

to prevent an immediate danger
to human life.

Very good, trainee.

What the hell
are you talking about?

You sold weapons to terrorists,
two home-grown jihadis.

That's treason, my man.

They still hang people
for that?

They ought to.

Now, what's about
to happen to you

is what we call
an accidental discharge.

You were running a special
on shotgun ammo.

Some chucklehead must've
chambered a round

into this weapon
when your back was turned.

Yee-haw.

Now, what did you sell
those people?

Put the shotgun down,
Rourke.

I asked him a question.
I'd like an answer first.

Yeah, so would I.

Half a dozen 9 mil pistols,
three AR-15s and an FN 5-7.

Small arms.

Which would make
quite a date night.

Still seems
a little light to me.

This couple had
at least 100 grand.

Rourke!

He's doing fine.

Who are you?

Homeland Security.

This is pattycake, pal.

I make one call,
you're on a C-130 to Romania.

Place makes Abu Ghraib
look like Club Med.

And they are way past
dog collars in Romania, buddy.

Look, I -- I didn't
see the harm.

How was I supposed to
know they were jihadists?

They just bought the guns,

as much ammo
as they could carry.

What about explosives,
ordnance?

Three cluster bombs.

What?

[ Whistles ]

God help us.

You didn't see
the harm, huh?!

This isn't police work
anymore.

This is a war.

What do you do
with cluster bombs?

They're air-dropped
munitions,

so they're useless
without a plane.

Have we checked
flight schools?

My people are combing
through every flight school

within 300 miles --
Nothing so far.

We're out of time.

We need to concentrate
on potential targets

and work backwards
from there.

-Where are we?
-Potential targets.

What about
sporting events?

Lakers, Clips,
Kings, Ducks?

Clippers and Kings
are on the road.

Lakers don't play
till Sunday.

Well,
the Convention Center's

hosting an electronics
conference tomorrow.

I actually
have an invite.

To the electronics show?

They're trying to sell us
on surveillance drones,

military grade,
not even on the market yet.

Drones...

Kyle?

A cluster bomb is a bunch
of smaller explosives

loaded together,
but they can be dismantled.

Yeah.
Made into smaller bombs.

Exactly. Small enough to be
loaded into shotgun shells.

They couldn't get their hands
on a plane, but a drone...

It's the drones.

That's why
Sadiq was sent here.

You have some special insight

that you'd care
to share with us?

Detective Craig?

Might as well spill it.

Spill what?

I think I might've met
Sadiq before.

What are you
talking about?

Drones destroyed
Zamindawar in 2011.

My unit came through
on clean up, and I found Sadiq.

He was just a kid then,
but he understands their power.

Every Afghani does.

Why didn't you tell us
about this sooner?

Because I wasn't sure.

He's telling you now.

Well, let's hope
he hasn't cost lives.

Okay, blame later,
catch terrorists now.

I'll mobilize SWAT.

We should evacuate
the Convention Center.

Lock it down
immediately.

Do that and these guys
go to ground.

Sadiq will disappear

before we've even had
a chance to capture him.

Worse, he'll go on
to a secondary objective

that we don't
even know about.

Now, look, right now,
this drone exhibit

is relatively contained.

Well, let me get
some eyes in the sky.

That can't do any harm.

Okay, keep your crew
above 5,000 feet.

I don't want anything
to spook them, all right?

We'll work in pairs.
Agent Boudreau, you're with me.

Detective Chavez,
Detective Rourke,

you'll comprise
our second team.

What about me?

Craig, I'm sorry.
You're grounded.

What?
I-I just gave you Sadiq.

If what you're saying
is true,

Sadiq'll ID you
the same way you ID'd him.

And I'm not gonna take a chance
to jeopardize this mission.

I don't take
my orders from you.

I'm sorry, Kyle,
but I have to agree with Ivers.

We can't risk Sadiq
seeing us coming.

You'll stay here
until we get the all clear.

[ Indistinct announcements ]

Listen, Sadiq is our priority.
We need him alive.

Alive?

The end game is Elder Mudarris
and his terrorist network.

The Wellsleys and their jihadist
friends are all secondary.

We need Sadiq alive
so we can turn him.

You're not gonna turn him.
Are you nuts?

Look at the big picture
here, Frank.

Thousands of innocent lives
can be saved

if we capture Sadiq
alive.

Last time you asked me to look
at the bigger picture,

you set up Carlos Cortez
to die.

I'm not gonna help you
serve up more innocent people

just so you can impress
your bosses.

Gentlemen, measure
your weapons later.

We're here to catch bad guys.
I suggest we get to it.

[ Sighs ]
We think Sadiq's planning

an attack
at the Convention Center.

We know. Got the FBI tearing
apart the Wellsley house.

You ready?

I've been benched.

Ordered to stay put.

Right.
Totally get that.

But I just got a request
from a motor cop I know,

saying they need help
with traffic control

down at
the Convention Center.

[ Chuckles ]

Let's roll.
Don't forget your ticket book.

[ Laughs ]

-I warned you about Rourke.
-Which is why I kept him close.

You weren't surprised
back at RHD

when Detective Craig
claimed to know Sadiq.

You think Craig's
not telling the truth?

Oh, I know
he's telling the truth.

Kid's hard-wired
not to lie.

You're using him as bait
to draw out Sadiq.

He's a cop, Ivers,
and a decorated combat vet.

Please. Kyle Craig didn't
have a run-in with Sadiq.

He created him.

Craig murdered Sadiq's
entire family.

Radicalized him.

Craig?
I don't believe it.

Believe it.

We've been tracking
this incident since it happened.

That why Sadiq is obsessed
with finding Craig.

Which is why we've been saving
Detective Craig for a rainy day.

Two dozen
drone strikes later,

we've picked off enough
of Mudarris' lieutenants

to where our friend Sadiq

went from a nobody
in Mudarris' organization

to somebody we very much
want to interrogate.

So you staked Detective Craig
out and rang the dinner bell.

Our people fed Craig's location
into the pipeline,

knowing it would get
to Sadiq,

and Sadiq found a reason
for Mudarris to send him to L.A.

The new stealth drones.

We got lucky there.

We take Sadiq,
and we turn him,

we break the back of
a major terrorist organization.

Your trainee wasn't
telling the whole truth

back there, was he?

There was a fire fight.

Kyle ended up alive,
Sadiq's family didn't.

Only that's not
the way Kyle sees it.

That's a lot to carry,
for both of them.

Kyle was
just a kid himself.

There.

I got her.

She hasn't seen us yet.

I'll get on her flank.

She's made you!

Kat Wellsley, police!
Drop your weapon!

Take the shot!

[ Gunshots ]

[ Screaming ]

Woman: She's got a gun!

Get down!
Get down!

Where's your husband?
Where's Sadiq?

Where's Sadiq?

It's too late.

The only one it's gonna be
too late for is your husband

if you don't help us.
-[ Gasping ]

He needs medical attention
right now or he's gonna die.

Kat?

You can die a martyr
if you want to,

but it's not too late
to save Alec.

I can call for help,

or he can bleed out
right here on the floor.

You can save him.

Sadiq's waiting in a van.

In the garage.

[ Sobs ]

Please.

Please save Alec.

What color van?
Where in the parking garage?

Kyle. Sadiq's in a van
in the parking garage.

Frank, Kyle's not here.

Roger that. En route
with Tommy and Rebecca.

Would you have sat
this one out?

Good point.

Detective Craig served
his country, Ivers.

So did I.

And the kid
deserves better.

[ Laughs ]

I don't know who
you're really working for,

but it sure as hell
isn't Homeland.

Your name
isn't "Ivers" either.

Jack Ivers is buried at a
military cemetery in Westwood.

So if I had to guess,
I'd say you're CIA,

working in the Continental
United States.

I wonder what
the U.S. Attorney

would have to say
about that.

Aah!

Now, you take comfort knowing
that you died a hero, Boudreau.

I'm gonna recommend
you for the Medal of Valor.

[ Engine revs, tires screech ]

There's the van!

It's Sadiq!

Stop the vehicle!

[ Tires screech ]

Show us your hands!

[ Car alarms blaring ]

It's over.
You stopped him.

Guess I have you to thank
for sending Rebecca and Tommy.

Couldn't let you miss
all this.

What the hell happened
with Boudreau?

KIA...
pursuing two other jihadis.

One of them knifed
him in the stairwell.

Died in the line.

Let's move him out.

And I told you
we needed Sadiq alive.

He didn't give us
much of a say.

Sure about that, Craig?

What's that
supposed to mean?

Hey, pal.
The guy blew himself up.

He was supposed to be
grounded, Frank.

Buy you a beer?

I appreciate that, Frank,
but I already called Alyse

and told her
it's okay to come home.

I need to make things
right with her.

Sounds good.

Honey?

[ TV playing ]

Man:
With a blast radius this large,
there could be no survivors.

You know, baby, I was --
I was gonna tell you about this,

but I...

Welcome home,
Corporal Craig.

Sadiq. Please.

"Please."

I said the same to you.
Do you remember?

I wanted to stay in my home,
with my family.

Did you listen?

Go on.

Tell her.

Tell her how you killed
my mother and father.

Brother. My sisters.

I didn't mean to.
It was -- it was war.

You're going to die here
with a lie on your teeth!

That was no accident.

I was there.
I saw you.

You're right.

I'll die here.
I owe you that.

But...let me wear the vest.

She has nothing
to do with this.

Your father was murdered.

Your wife tells me you haven't
been able to let it go.

I understand that.

Mm-hmm.

All this
to find his killer.

And what will you do
when you find him?

You will do exactly
what I am doing.

You'll avenge him.

There is no Allah here.

No Christ. No nations.

This is between men.

Kyle!
Sadiq, don't!

You remember it was your husband
who killed you, not me.

[ Glass shatters ]

Sadiq!

* I walked the highway

* Since I can't remember

* I cut my whole family

Home. My home.

[ Gasping ]

I'm sorry. You hear me?

I'm so sorry
for what I did to you.

* They dined with a stranger

* Woke up all alone

* So don't let me fall

* 'Cause I might not
get up again *

* Don't let me fall

Sherman.

* 'Cause I might not get up

Kyle?

You're good, buddy.

Just gotta
defuse the vest.

Oh, baby.

You never told me.

You never would've
looked at me the same again

if you knew what I did.

This is
where it leads, Kyle.

You stay with Frank,
you keep searching

for your father's killer,
and then what?

**

Holly: You done, babe?

Rebecca: Oh. Let me
help you with that.

-Oh, no, no.
-Let me help.

-I got it.
-It's okay.

Hey. It's okay.

Holly and Rebecca
are with her.

I think the last time I had it
was at your place.

Really?
That was a while ago.

Yeah.

We can handle this.
You should take it easy.

Yeah, absolutely.

Trauma isn't new to me.

I've worked
in the ER for years.

But this trauma
happened to you.

It's different.
Believe me.

I'm taking off.

Yeah, I -- I'm gonna
head home, too.

Got the new lady waiting.
[ Laughs ]

Bye.

Hell of a shot.

Sherman was
always the best.

[ Sniffs ]

Alyse asked me what I would do
when I found my dad's killer.

What are we gonna do,
Frank?

We gonna
slap the cuffs on him?

Hope the DA files
a case, go to trial.

I don't know.

* Back about 18 and 25

* I left Tennessee
very much alive *

* I never would've made it
through the Arkansas mud *

* If I hadn't been riding
on my Tennessee stud *

You must be disappointed.

I know you were hoping to hook
Sadiq up to a car battery,

but the kid opted
for his 72 virgins.

Can't say I blame him.

Probably down
to 60-something by now.

He ought to pace himself.

They've supposed to
last him all eternity.

To what do I owe this?

Thanks of a grateful nation

for your role in thwarting
a mass casualty event.

Then this belongs
to Sherman.

And Kyle.

And no offense, but I'm kind of
particular who I drink with.

None taken.

Who do you
really work for, Ivers?

Well, it doesn't
really matter

who signs the checks,
does it, Frank?

I mean, we're still
in the same business.

Oh, yeah?
What business is that?

Oh, we're in
the omelet business.

We're the guys they send in
to break the eggs.

What are you doing here?

I came to give you
some advice.

I'm all ears.

Back off
Billy Craig's murder.

Now, I wish
I could tell you more.

But I can't.

What I will say is this.

If you keep digging,
it's not gonna end well.

Not for you, not for the kid,

not for Holly,
not for anyone you care for.

Sounds pretty sinister.

Well, there's nothing sinister
about a guy standing in the road

with a sign
that says the bridge is out.

[ Sighs ]

That's not a threat.

That's a fact.

I'll see ya round, Rourke.

Count on it.