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Can I have more pancakes?

You've had six already.

Yeah, but I've been
eating cereal all week.

So if we average it out,

that comes to around
one pancake per day.

I'll make you another batch.

No, Ray, it's okay.

You know the reason you've
been getting cereal all week?

It's because I'm cramming

for my dissertation
defense on Tuesday.

Yeah.

Well, after Tuesday,

can Ray still come over
sometimes and make breakfast?

You know, not just on weekends.

Why don't you go
brush your teeth

and get ready for soccer?

All right.

You want to answer his question?

- What question?
- Oh, come on now.

Look, I'm just trying to figure
out where we are, all right?

You're as bad as Caleb.

Can't you see I'm a
little overwhelmed here?

What happens on
Tuesday is gonna determine

mine and Caleb's future.

Am I a part of that future?

Ray.

Babe.

I really cannot have this
conversation right now.

All right, fine.

How about I take
Caleb to school Tuesday,

if that helps you out?

That would be great.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Don't blame me.

Reverse, then you have
to meet me at the kitchen.

- I did.
- Every time, Dad.

You need to remind me.

I'm used to playing
tennis like a real man.

Wii Tennis, yeah.

Yeah, exactly.

I can't believe we
got our asses kicked

by a couple of
chunky soccer moms.

Yeah, well, the one in the
sweatpants is kind of cute.

Oh, you mean the
one who was ripping

your backhands for winners?

Hey, I'll show you what a
good backhand looks... like.

Okay.

All right.

Come on, Dad.

Come on. Come on.

Yeah. Mr. Backhand.

It's just pickleball, okay?
We can play next week.

What's wrong?

I think I know that guy.

From where?

That's him.

You're sure?

Positive.

Talk to me, Hana.

A car bomb exploded yesterday

in the parking of a
Long Island rec center.

Killed inside the vehicle
were father and son

Michael and Matthew O'Hearn.

Matthew was NYPD?

Yeah, assigned to
a precinct in Queens.

His father was also
in the department,

but he retired eight years ago.

They both live
on the same street

in Shirley on Long Island.

Whose car was it?

The father's, Mike O'Hearn.

Good chance he's the target.

Why'd we catch this one?

An employee at
the rec center saw

a gold Toyota with
New Jersey plates

speeding away
after the explosion.

The presumption
is interstate flight.

Not to mention two dead cops.

Do we have a
partial on the plates?

Unfortunately, no.

Well, if I'm the bomber,

I'm not posting up
there in my own car, so.

I'll flag the Jersey databases

for a stolen vehicle
that fits the description.

Barnes, talk to Matthew's CO.

Hana and Ray, to local PD.

Nina and I will talk
to their families.

Let's roll.

When you marry a
cop, this is always

in the back of your mind, but...

on Matthew's day off, and...

And he was with his dad.

It's okay.

Apologies for the intrusion,

but the sooner we get the
lay of the land, the better.

We understand.

Who knew they were gonna
be at the rec center yesterday?

Uh, nobody, really.

Matthew and Jennifer
live down the street.

Matthew came by and talked Mike

into getting out
for some exercise.

Ten minutes later,
they were gone.

Is there anything going on

in their personal lives
we should know about?

What do you mean, like
an affair or something?

An affair, money problems,

maybe someone holding a grudge.

If you want to step
away in private, we can.

No.

Mike had a fling
with a coworker.

But that was before
he left the department,

like, nine years ago.

It was ancient history.

People tend to get close

when they do
dangerous work together.

That wasn't the situation.

Mike worked in the
traffic enforcement unit.

His whole career?

Most of it, yeah.

Uh, he said that the
work was low stress

and, uh, it made him happy.

That's all I really cared about.

Appreciate your
candor, Mrs. O'Hearn.

If anything comes to
mind, please let us know.

Of course.

FBI?

That's right.

Got any leads?

Still early. You family?

Paul Mullins.

I worked with Mike for years.

You do me a favor.

When you find the
skell that did this,

you give me a couple
minutes with him.

Let's put a pin in that.

I'm dead serious.

So am I.

I saw it on the news last night.

Unbelievable.

Matthew O'Hearn worked Patrol?

Ever since he graduated from
the academy three years ago.

Things are pretty quiet
here in Forest Hills.

That's a cushy assignment
coming straight out the gate.

He have a rabbi?

Sounds like you were on the job.

Manhattan North Narcotics.

How's the bureau treating you?

Well, for starters,
the uniform's better.

For real.

O'Hearn's father
retired as a lieutenant.

Matthew looked up to him,

talked about him like he
was some kind of war hero.

He might have pulled
some strings for his kid.

I don't really know.

Was Matthew into anything

that could have
gotten him killed?

He was good police.

By the book, got
along with everybody.

If he was targeted,
it wasn't about work.

Nobody in this
bougie neighborhood

is knocking out car bombs.

It was a cell
phone-triggered IED

secured to the car's
undercarriage with a magnet.

So it can be transmitted
from anywhere.

True, but case studies tell us

he's usually on hand
for the detonation.

That makes sense. I
mean, we got a description

of the vehicle
fleeing the scene.

Are any of these
fragments traceable?

It's a fairly
sophisticated device.

The circuit board
is more typical

of a European cell phone.

To be honest, I've never seen
one quite like it in New York.

Well, it sounds like it's
not our bomber's first rodeo.

I mean, a unique
design like this

has got to be a
signature, right?

Possibly. You guys would have

better resources on that.

All right. We'll see
what we can find.

Thank you.
- Thanks.

The bomb's on its way
to TEDAC for analysis.

Did PD turn up any
other eyewitnesses?

A kid in the parking lot.

He said he saw the
gold car zooming past,

and there was a
crack in the windshield

and two people inside.

Which means this
could be a duet.

And they stuck
around long enough

to make sure the device worked.

Or for the emotional
satisfaction of seeing

their victims blown
to smithereens.

So check this out.

Matthew O'Hearn's CO mentioned

he idolized his
father as a hero.

That doesn't really
square with a career

in traffic enforcement.

Unless he holds the world record

for writing parking tickets.

I doubt it.

According to this NYPD database,

there is no record
of Mike O'Hearn

ever serving in the
traffic enforcement unit.

- Hey.
- Eduardo Juarez?

- Yeah.
- There's a package for you.

Uh, I wasn't expecting anything.

It says it's from the New
York Police Department.

Huh.

All right.

Do I need to sign for it?

No.

All right, thanks.

I was in the basement
doing laundry.

I heard the doorbell ring,
and a few seconds later,

the whole house shook.

How's your husband doing?

He's in surgery.

He lost both of his hands,

but the doctors think they
may be able to save him.

Well, we're hoping for the best

for you and your family.

Thank you.

Eduardo is retired NYPD.

Did he know an officer
named Michael O'Hearn?

Eduardo and Mike
worked together.

I called Mike to tell
him what happened,

but he didn't pick up.

What?

Mike and his son were killed
by a car bomb yesterday.

Oh, my God.

That's... another bomb?

What kind of work did they do?

They were in
traffic enforcement.

Are you sure about that?

Because there is no record
of Mike ever being in that unit.

That can't be right.

I'm sure that's where they met.

When your husband
gets out of surgery,

we'd like to talk to him.

I understand.

Thanks.

Traffic enforcement, my ass.

Remember that
linebacker Mullins?

Yeah, the one who wanted to, uh,

spend some quality
time with our suspect?

Yeah.

I'd like to have some
quality time with him.

Barnes is ex-NYPD.

I'll have her meet us there.

It's like I already told you,
Mike and me worked together.

With Eduardo Alvarez?

Eduardo, yeah.

He was junior to
me and Mike, but, uh,

he was one of our guys.

In traffic enforcement?

That's right.

I think you're lying.

And why would I do that?

You tell me.

Sounds like I'm
hearing George Santos

spin his résumé on Cameo.

I don't buy that either.

When I was NYPD,

traffic enforcement was
for scrubs and washouts.

Oh.

Well, you know what I think?

I think you all should leave

before I say something I regret.

Just so you know,
Eduardo was mangled

by a package bomb today.

He lost both of his hands.

Where?

In his living room.

Somebody's targeting retired
traffic enforcement cops.

And we think you could be next.

So it's time to cut
the crap, Mullins.

What the hell is going on here?

Okay. Okay.

Come here.

The three of us worked
for the department's

Counterterrorism Bureau.

That's why Mike's
son was so proud.

Why would Mike and Eduardo
lie about that to their wives?

We were part of something in
CTB called the Ghost Squad.

It was a team formed after 9/11.

We were tasked with
administrative dispositions.

There is no such thing.

Cops outside of CTB
weren't in the loop.

We specialized in
breaking down terrorists.

What does that mean?

Interrogations using physical,

psychological torture?

Torture.

You call it what
you want, all right?

Our city was attacked.

And there was a war going on.

We saved more American lives

than you could possibly imagine.

You know, and... all right,
here, I-I'm guessing that you,

you worked at 26 Fed,
November 2008, yeah?

I was just starting out.

Yeah, you're welcome.

One year later, game
six of the World Series,

Yankee Stadium,
you're welcome too.

The only bombs going off
that night were from Matsui.

Okay, so help us out here.

Who did the Ghost
Squad break down

that might be
looking for revenge?

We went balls to
the walls with a...

with a couple dozen
pretty bad actors.

I mean, I don't know.

- All right, Mullins.
- I-I don't know.

Make a list and send us

whatever intel you
can get your hands on.

Yeah. All right.

Um, it's been a
long time and, uh,

might ruffle some feathers.

Good. I like to ruffle.

It's my thing.

Especially when I'm
chasing a cold-blooded killer.

I grabbed this
from a doorbell cam

on Eduardo Alvarez's street
right after the bomb exploded.

So that's the Toyota
from the rec center.

Still can't see the plates.

Mm, same car, two retired cops.

Hey, I think we have a
serial bomber on our hands.

I got analytics from TEDAC.

The O'Hearn bomb payload was C4.

Components are polyimide
tape and flux core solder.

Run that through our
known bomber database.

- No hits.
- The county bomb tech said

that the circuit board
components could be

of European design, so maybe
we want to check with Interpol.

Here's one.

Jeyla Osman, 26-year-old
Turkish national.

She emigrated to
the UK with her mom

when she was seven years old.

Any relatives, associates?

No. That's it.

She was top of her class at
Imperial College in London

with a degree in
chemical engineering.

She was suspected
of building the bomb

that killed seven commuters

on the London tube
three years ago.

Wait, all right,
look, Jeyla was a kid

when Ghost Squad was
operating, so what's the connection?

How did she go from science whiz

to a suspected terrorist?

All right, it's been a long day.

Why don't you go
home and get some rest

and figure out how we're
gonna find this woman.

I'll stay here in
case anything pops.

Good night.

Who are you, Jeyla Osman?

What the hell do you want?

There.

That must be him.

Be careful, Father.

Remember, he has a gun too.

Not one of these.

I need a hot chocolate as well.

- You got it.
- All right, thank you.

Ooh. What's up, little man?

You got your homework
and your lunch?

Homework is turned
in by email, Grandpa.

Oh, grandpa? Wow.

Shots fired.

I can't thank you
enough for doing this.

It's no problem.

I'm just glad work
didn't get in the way.

Hey, you want a
coffee for the road?

I'm good. If I have
any more caffeine,

I could fly to LAU.

Well, good luck today.

- Okay.
- Good luck, Mom.

Don't tell your mom, all right,

that I bought you
hot chocolate, okay?

Thanks.

- So I'm a grandpa now, huh?
- Yeah, I guess.

Y-yeah, you guess?

Some bad news to start the day.

Eduardo Alvarez died last night.

Damn, that's rough.

Any progress on Jeyla?

No. There's no
record of her entry

into the U.S. in the last year.

I mean, if she came from London,

she's traveling on phony papers.

What about her accomplice?

Mullins sent over this list
of Ghost Squad detainees

from the past 15 years.

27 names in all.

All right, work backwards.
Deep dive into anything

that seems promising.

Our flag on the Toyota
may have paid off.

From New Jersey State Police,

a gold Avalon was reported
stolen in Paterson, New Jersey.

Paterson's not far.

BOLO that plate.

Have Barnes and
Ray meet me there.

The Avalon's registered
to a Gerti Mae Crowder.

She told local PD it was
taken from her garage.

We got bomb components.

Heads up, this
place could be wired.

TV's on in the living room.

FBI! Open up!

Who else is here, Mrs. Crowder?

Nobody but me.

- Clear.
- Clear.

Why is there electrical
wiring in your trash?

I don't know.

And why are you
being so mean to me?

I'm not. That's just my face.

Nobody likes a wiseass.

Listen, it's my car
that was stolen.

I reported it in.

And as far as the trash,
it's probably from my tenant.

What tenant?

Jeyla, the British
girl that rented

the apartment out back.

Rented... so she moved out?

Three days ago.

The same day your
car went missing?

Yeah, well, I didn't
even notice it was gone

until this morning.

Well, you don't think she had...

Is this Jeyla?

Yes.

Wait, and there was an older man

who spent a lot
of time with her.

I was not happy about that.

We need to see that apartment.

Okay. Let's go.

Dresser drawers are empty.

Same in the kitchen.

Empty burner phone boxes.

IMEI numbers have been
torn off so they can't be tracked.

Six phones?

That means more bombs.

Sure does.

Damn it.

How much longer?

It's almost ready.

Are you?

What do you mean?

Why didn't you shoot?

Because the boy was there?

The boy was not the problem.

I'm certain that was
the right building.

The other two
addresses were spot-on.

The man was too young to
have been in New Orleans.

Are you sure?

Yes.

We're doing this for a reason.

I'm not interested in
harming innocent people.

You've gone soft after
all these years, Father.

And you've grown harder, child.

I stopped being a child

when the Americans
came for me in Antalya.

Animals.

Close this up.

I'll find us the proper address.

Owner of the Toyota
is a 77-year-old lady

who rented out her
basement apartment to Jeyla.

There were boxes of
six more burner phones

and corroboration
that Jeyla was working

with an older male accomplice.

- How old?
- I don't know.

We're thinking it's somebody
that the Ghost Squad was after.

You get any leads?

Maybe.

Kamal Berk was one of the
administrative dispositions

in '03.

He was seized by
Customs as a stowaway

on a Liberian freighter
that was pulling

into the Port of New Orleans,

and at some point, made
his way to New York City.

He did 18 years at Sing Sing

on state charges for
possession of a chemical weapon.

He admitted that he
and his accomplices

were targeting the
city's water supply.

He was released and
deported two years ago.

- Timing's right.
- Yeah, I mean,

most of the other detainees
are either dead or in prison.

I'm sure he has his
reasons for wanting payback.

Does he have any
connection to Jeyla?

We're still working on
that, but interesting fact,

after Customs grabbed
him, they handed him over

to the FBI field office in
New Orleans for questioning.

The assigned agent's
name is Ray Cannon.

What they mean
is Ray Cannon Sr.,

my father.

Pops moved out here
about a month and a half ago

for a head of security
job at Hartsdale Financial.

He says he's too
young to retire.

It's nice that he's
closer to you now.

Yeah.

Hey.

That was fast.

How's it going, son?
- I'm good, Pops.

How you doing?
- All right, all right.

Hey, listen, how's
that young lady doing

you were telling me
about, huh... Cora, right?

Uh, uh, this is not
the time, all right?

This is, uh... this is
my boss, Remy Scott,

and my colleague,
Sheryll Barnes.

Sheryll, how are you? Hi.

The roommate, right?
- Uh, no.

That would be Hana.

She's at 26 Fed
right now, working.

Oh, okay, I see I'm
batting a thousand.

Listen, nice to meet you folks.

Come on in.
- Thank you.

So, guys, what's
this big emergency?

Does the name Kamal
Berk mean anything to you?

Oh, boy.

What's up, Pop?

I don't know if I
want to go there, son.

Still having nightmares
from that one.

This is important, Mr. Cannon.

Did you deal with Berk in 2003?

Why don't we all
take a seat, hmm?

Please.

I caught the Berk case
after Customs had found him

stowed away on a freighter.

And the man was traveling
with just the clothes on his back,

$4,000 in his pocket,
and a notebook

with a bunch of New York
addresses and phone numbers.

No papers?

Nah. No papers,
no ID, no passport.

I traced one of
the phone numbers

back to a chemical supply
house in New Jersey.

Then I traced one
of the addresses

to a mosque in Brooklyn.

Huge red flags in '03.

All right, so I decided to call
the Joint Terrorism Task Force,

and they insisted
on sending over

a couple of guys from
NYPD to interview him.

Let me guess,
O'Hearn and Alvarez.

How'd you know that?

They were killed
with bombs this week.

Oh, man.

What happened
at your field office?

Well, Berk wasn't
telling them much.

So they got desperate,

and they started
doing things to him

that made me uncomfortable.

Like what?

Ah, corporal punishment,
sleep deprivation...

They tortured him.

Well, it pains me to say it,

but it was a different
world back then.

Everyone was living in fear
of another terrorist attack.

Yeah. Yeah, they kept at him

for a few days, and
he still wasn't talking.

So then that's when they decided

to tell him that back in Turkey,

the CIA had picked up
his five-year-old daughter,

um, Jeyla.

Jeyla was her name.

And to prove it, they
played an audiotape for him.

Then they left.

I mean, they left in a hurry.

Matter of fact, they
left in such a hurry,

they forgot to grab the tape.

I think I still got it.

I brought it back from
New Orleans with me.

I'll get it for you.
Here, come with me.

Ugh.

This coffee tastes like
what they gave us in prison.

Jeyla.

What's wrong?

I cannot go back
to that hellhole.

We should go home while
we still have the chance.

We aren't finished.

We made our point.

Maybe that's enough.

It's not enough for me.

The police are closing in.

I can feel it.

We're smarter than they are.

We've covered our tracks.

You do not know them like I do.

They will not stop.

We will not stop

until they pay for
what they did to us.

Every single one of them.

Baba! Baba!

Baba! Baba!

Now, I don't know
if this tape is real

or if it's something
they fabricated.

But Berk believed it.

So he thought they
had his daughter,

and it destroyed him.

The next day, O'Hearn,
Alvarez, and Berk,

they were all gone.

You know, they told
me that Berk had been

transferred into NYPD custody.

No extradition? How's that work?

I have no idea.

Couple of days later, I tried to
contact O'Hearn and Alvarez,

you know, just to get an update,

and I was told that
there were no detectives

by that name at the JTTF.

Welcome to the Ghost Squad.

And there was no
Kamal Berk in the system.

And when I called
them out on that,

I got this captain on the phone

who basically
read me the riot act.

Gave me this big lecture
about 9/11, the Twin Towers,

and staying in my lane.

So I gave up.

And every once in a
while, I can still hear

that little girl
screaming for her father.

Hey, Nina, what's up?

Got a hit on our BOLO.

An officer in Jersey
spotted our stolen Toyota

outside a motel in Parsippany.

All right, you and
Hana meet us there.

Tell PD to keep their distance.

Ray, you should
stay with your father.

- All right.
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I don't need a babysitter.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

You go get your fugitive.

Let's get it.

Get out of here.

I've been sitting on your
vehicle for 35 minutes.

- Good work.
- You see anyone

coming or going from the motel?

No, sir.

Just spoke with the
clerk at the front desk.

She said a woman
fitting Jeyla's description

checked into room
120 two days ago,

and she has a man with her.

They still there now?

As far as she knows.

I talked with the
warden at Sing Sing.

He was monitoring
Berk's correspondence

while he was inside.

This is a copy of a letter

that Jeyla sent seven years ago.

"Now that I'm 18, I have
made a decision about my future

"to be strong, Father,
knowing that I will

"walk in your
footsteps, practice Jihad,

"and avenge what
we have both endured

at the hands of the Americans."

Jeyla definitely kept her word.

All right, Nina and I
will scope out the room.

You two cover the ends.

Ray, follow us,

and, uh, give that
car a once-over.

Don't forget the undercarriage.

Yeah.

Housekeeping.

Housekeeping.

I'll breach. You cover.

Let's wait for the bomb robot.

That's an hour
we won't get back.

FBI!

No personal effects.

Son of a bitches baited us.

Look, I don't think that
they'd leave on foot.

I mean, any one of these
cars would be easy pickings

for someone with
Jeyla's skill set.

Oh, they're still here,

with a gun to somebody's head.

FBI.

FBI.

FBI, open up.

Come on, we
know you're in there.

Hi, what's going on?

Just checking you're safe.

We're fine, thanks.

How about your vehicles?

Yeah, it's right...

oh, no, my truck's gone.

It was stolen by the
people we're looking for.

I need a description
and plate numbers.

Okay, uh, yeah, a
green Jeep Cherokee.

- Okay.
- Uh, Jersey plates.

BYX 3345.

I need to talk to you privately.

Now's not a good time.

It's really important.
Can you leave us alone

for a second?
- Where am I gonna go?

- You've got five seconds.
- Okay, okay. Lookit.

A few weeks ago, I
hid a tracker in his Jeep.

Are you kidding me?

To see if you were
cheating on me.

- Okay, open the app now.
- What the hell? Stacy.

I know you're seeing
somebody else.

Yeah, that's right, my wife.

So why'd you go
to the city Friday?

That's what I thought.

They're heading east on the
Tappan Zee Bridge to New York.

Wait, they just turned
off Route 9 South.

That's five minutes from my
dad's house in Dobbs Ferry.

It's going straight
to voicemail.

He have a landline?

I talked him out of it.

They've got a
15-minute jump on us.

It's more like 10 now.

Barnes, let's have PD intercept.

Copy.

- You okay?
- Not really.

Pick up the phone, Pops.

All right, pick up
the damn phone.

Switch it off silent mode.

And lay these on
top of the device

so the flower stems don't
sever the connections.

Carefully.

Lovely.

Hana, where the hell are they?

In Dobbs Ferry.

They just turned onto
Ray's father's street.

Wait. They stopped.

Flowers for Mr. Cannon.

There's the green Jeep.

Brake lights are
on, so one of them

must be in the driver's seat.

The other one could be inside.

Flowers for me, Kamal?

I think you know it's a bomb.

Back up slowly.

Slowly.

Nina, let's box them in.

FBI! show me your hands!

Detonator!

- She's got a gun.
- Got a gun.

Gun!

That would be the FBI.

They are coming to
put a stop to all of this.

Don't get your hopes up.

If my daughter hears
the gunshot in this house,

she sends both
of us to paradise.

I'm going in.

No, you're not, Ray.

Berk's got a bomb in there.

And my pop.

Ray, this is suicide.

She is not gonna
trigger that bomb

with her father inside.

I just need to talk to him.

Understood.

Cover your ass.

Ray. Get out of here.

He has a bomb in the flowers.

I know that, Pop.

We're gonna take a deep breath,

then we'll talk this out.

Ah.

You're the son.

You can put down
the flowers, Kamal.

Nah.

I came a long way for this.

Miles and years.

I suggest you listen
to your father now.

Or you could let him go.

And I could stay.

I'm not going anywhere, Ray.

If I wanted to kill you,
I could have done that

at the coffee truck in Brooklyn.

That's right.

I walked right by
you and the boy

with a gun in my hand.

But you didn't pull the trigger.

Right, so there's something
honorable about you.

Let's just go outside and talk.

So you can do what they
did to me in New Orleans?

You're making us jumpy

with that detonator
in your hand, Jeyla.

Why don't you put it
down and talk with us?

Listen, I know

and I understand
why you're angry.

I heard what happened in Turkey

when you were
kidnapped as a kid.

I can't imagine
what that was like.

I couldn't fight back then.

But I can fight back now.

I know.

I know you can. I'm
gonna holster my weapon.

Times have changed.

Things are different now.

I like to believe
that both sides

have learned some lessons.

Read the news.

Both sides have learned nothing.

But let's start.

Right here,

right now.

These men never paid a price.

So, what?

You kill us,

our children kill you,

your children kill them.

It's time to put a
stop to this cycle

of retribution and
retaliation, Jeyla.

Listen to me.

Vengeance is not the answer.

Vengeance is my oxygen.

I am sorry about what
happened in New Orleans.

But you got to believe
me that I did not know

that they were gonna play
you a tape of your little girl.

What would you do if
the voice on that tape

had been your five-year-old son?

I don't know, Kamal. I can't...

If you'd had 18 years in a cage

to contemplate the damage

that would do to him?

Our tactics were immoral.

And our leaders
made choices for us

that were indefensible.

And here we are 20 years later,

and we're dragging our
own children into the mess

that we made.

Kamal.

Kamal.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Berk's coming out alone.

Should we take him down?

Not yet.

Everybody, stand down.

Jeyla.

Easy, Jeyla.

Go real easy.

Father, what's going on?

I've made my peace.

It's over for me now.

You decide.

Let's go.

Everybody good?

Yeah, we're good.

Why didn't you tell
me about any of this?

I wanted you to be proud of me.

Ah, come on, you know
I'm proud of you, Pop.

But I wasn't proud of me.

It wasn't you that
mistreated them.

Well, maybe I couldn't stop it,

but I could have done something.

You know, I could
have... I could have quit.

I could have blown the whistle.
- Yeah, Dad, I get it.

All right?

It was complicated.

You were one of the first
Black agents in New Orleans.

With a family to support.

But I couldn't find the courage

to stand up for what I believed.

You gotta stop beating
yourself up about this.

All right, maybe
some of the things

you did back then were
wrong, but you did them

for the right reason, all right?

I guess so, son.

But you know, you
got to try to live your life

with no regrets.

And I'm not just talking
about the job, son.

That young lady
you've been seeing...

- Ah, here we go.
- All right, hear me out.

You know, if you really
think she's the one,

do not let her slip
through your hands.

Love you, Pop.

Damn it, I guess I
got to love you back.

Oh, man. You ain't changed.

I gotta say, you... you were
pretty badass back then.

Yeah, well, and where do
you think you got it from, huh?

I know where I got it from.

Ka-pow.

Oh, one second.

Hey, what's up?

That's what I'm talking about.

Hell yeah, Doctor.

No, no, hey, let's...
nah, we going out.

We gonna celebrate.

Yes. Bring... bring Caleb.

We about to...
we about to, uh...

There's somebody I
want you to meet, okay?

Come on. Come on.

Whoo!

See that, Mr. Cannon?

Not bad, not bad.

But you got another
ball, all right?

So let's see if you
can clear the deck.

- Ah, man.
- Come on with it.

Hey, sounds like you
two had quite the day.

As did you, young lady.

Yeah, I knew she would kill it.

Never a doubt.

Good for you.

You're up, Mr. Cannon.

Ah, okey-dokey.

So you know that
thing I couldn't talk about

a few days ago?

Yeah.

I didn't want to lead you on

while my whole
life was up in the air.

- Mm.
- But I can finally

take a deep breath
and see things clearly

now that I'm actually
getting my degree.

Mm.

So I'm all in if you are.

- Of course I am.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

You're up, Ray.

Yeah? Already?
All right, all right,

all right, all right.
- Your dad got a strike.

Of course he did. I taught him

everything he knows, all right?

Now, look...
- Yeah, sure.

It is all about the
release, okay?

Whoo!

Man. Let's go, baby!

That's what I'm talking about.

- Whoo!
- Hey, there we go.

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