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This jambalaya hits, Pop.

You have not lost your touch.

Tell me something I don't know.

Pass me the hot sauce.

Here.
Yeah, thanks.

So?

Look, I, uh...

I've been thinking about Cora.

You know, I... I think...

I think it's time.

I think she's the one.

I... I've been looking
at rings, you know?

But, uh, I just haven't
found anything that I liked.

And, uh, I was wondering if...

Oh, son... son, you do not know

how long I've waited
for this moment.

Hang on.

Sit tight.
- Where are you going?

Hang on.

Pop, what you doing, man?

Well, be right there.

Take a seat, son.

All right.

- What is this?
- Open it up and see.

Go ahead.

Let me tell you
about that ring, son.

I got that ring from
your grandmother,

who got it from her own
mother when she got married,

all right, right
before World War II.

That ring has been passed down

through three
generations of Cannons.

Your mother wore that ring
for 36 wonderful years.

The night before she died,
she took it off her finger.

She gave it to me,

and she said she
wanted you to have it

when the time was right.

Here. She also
left this for you.

"Dear Raymond," uh...

"I hope someday you'll make a
young woman as happy as I was

"the day I got this ring.

Love, Mom."

Yeah.

Yes!

So tell me, when is all
of this happening, huh?

Soon, soon, soon. Like, I...

Soon? How soon? Tell
me about the plan.

- Look, look, look.
- Tell me, tell me.

You got to keep this
a secret, all right?

You're like a bucket
with a hole in it.

You can't hold water.
- Of course.

All right. So look, this is, uh

this is what I was thinking.

It's not schmaltz.

It's songwriting genius.

"Tequila Sunrise"?
"Peaceful Easy Feeling"?

It's white bread,
man. Airport music.

Bob Dylan said there was
one song in the world

he wished he'd written.
You know what it was?

"Pretty Maids All in a Row."

Never heard of it.

Because you don't understand.

Eagles, sheesh.

Call it in!

Hank to base.
We're under attack.

They're shooting
at us. Send help!

Johnny, it's too low.

It's too low!

Go, go. Go out your door.

Hank, what's going on?

Do you copy?

Hank? Hank?

Hank Steen and Johnny Ledet,

two armed guards were last
seen transporting crates

from a storage
facility in Connecticut

to the Woodberry
Museum in Brooklyn.

About an hour ago,
they were gunned down

in an ambush off the
I-95 exit in Harrison.

Interstate commerce
makes this ours.

Anything on the shooters?

Not yet, but they were driving

this Black Durango.

Guards were shot in the
back when they tried to run.

We figure our unsubs jumped
in the transport truck

and took off.
- And what was it carrying?

Art. We don't know
what kind yet,

but whatever it is
must be valuable.

And whoever did this
knew exactly when

the shipment was taking
place and also the route.

So this could be an inside job?

Hana, dig into these two guards

and their financials.

See if there's
anything to pursue.

Will do.

Brad May from Art Crimes
is saddling up to join us.

I'm meeting with the
storage facility in Norwalk.

Barnes, Nina, take the museum.

Hana, Ray, the crime scene.

Let's get it.

Hey, Brad. How's it going, man?

It's good. It's good
to see you, Remy.

Good to see you. You look good.

Thank you.

You been doing some
goat yoga or what?

So what is this place?

It's a free port, one of
only two in the country,

basically a place
where rich people

can store their art without
having to pay import taxes.

- What do you mean?
- There are no customs here,

just climate-controlled storage,

24-hour security,

and a computerized
inventory system.

A lot of major players keep
their collections here.

Agents Scott and May.
You in charge here?

Jim Bliss, chief of security.

So? What happened?

My worst nightmare.

I've got two dead guards

and a transport truck missing
full of a client's art,

plus my boss and a
million other people

calling me left and right, and
I just got off the worst...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down. Slow down.

When's the last time you
heard from your guards?

They made a rest
stop in Harrison

around 8:00 a.m. on their way
to the museum in Brooklyn.

That's when this came in.
- Hank to base.

We're under attack.
They're shooting at us.

Send help!

Two minutes later, the
GPS tracker on the truck

was disabled, and we have
no idea where it is now.

Do you know what was in it?

Of course.

Every piece of art we take in
is bar coded and photographed

for security.

Right in here.

They were transporting
artifacts,

West African, from Nigeria.

Whoa.

How much is all this worth?

Some of these are
worth millions.

Some of them I'm afraid
to put a price on,

maybe close to $500 million.

That's a big number.

That's exactly why
this is all very bad.

If the media gets
a hold of this,

it's gonna be a huge problem.

Who knew about the transport?

Just me, the guards,
and Ezra Clark.

- Who's that?
- He's an art dealer.

He works for Dax Tilmon,

the man who owns the collection.

It was all going on loan for a
new exhibit at the Woodberry.

I know Dax.

He can be difficult
to deal with.

You're telling me.

He's already called three
times in the last half hour.

He's furious about his
stuff going missing.

All right. I'll pay Dax a visit.

Brad, you stay here and
talk to all the employees.

Go through Dax's paperwork,
see if there's anything

that'll help
identify our unsubs.

Thanks.

The vehicle was stolen
in Hackensack yesterday.

Belongs to a Mark Everett.
- OK.

So shell casings are on their
way to Ballistics right now.

So far, we have no witnesses
and no surveillance.

Yeah, we don't find
any fingerprints,

we're going to have a
big-ass nothing burger.

- Ray.
- Yeah?

Check this out.

Those two men that got shot,
they told me they both died?

Yes, they did.

Oh, my God. That is awful.

We're sorry, Alicia.

We're trying to get to
the bottom of this, OK?

Can you tell us what
this exhibit's about?

Yes. Sorry, of course.

It's to highlight West
African historical artifacts,

specifically the
Kingdom of Benin,

which is currently Nigeria.

The Woodberry was
only able to do this

thanks to Dax Tilmon.

He agreed to offer his
collection for free.

Well, that's nice of him.

Any incentives?

We're naming the wing after him.

He's a very big donor, and
he's also on the board.

Where did Dax get
his artwork from?

He bought it at an
auction in England.

Don't worry. We did
our due diligence.

We vetted all the works,
all the provenance papers.

They all checked out.

Who arranged for the
art to be transferred

from the free port
facility to the museum?

Um, I don't know.

I mean, I got a call
from Dax's dealer, Ezra,

last night saying to expect
an arrival this morning.

All right, it's noon, guys.
Go ahead and take lunch.

Let's do it.

This is so disappointing.

I mean, all I've ever
wanted my whole career

was to showcase my
culture so that people

could see it and experience it.

Thanks to Dax, that
was gonna be possible.

And do you ever have a problem

with a white guy like
Dax having ownership

to African historical artifacts?

I have worked very hard
to be in the position

that I'm in as a
museum director.

I mean, there aren't many of us.

And I've made it
my purpose to bring

our voices to the forefront
with us at the table.

Now, if Dax or any
other collector

just so happens to
be white, so be it.

- Hey, Hana, what do you got?
- OK.

So the E-ZPass decal on
the Durango our unsubs

were driving went over the
George Washington Bridge

at 6:30 a.m. this morning.
- That tracks.

They're probably going to
the free port in Connecticut.

Ray and I are on our way
to Port Authority PD,

see if they have
any surveillance.

All right. Keep me posted.

I'm on my way to
Dax Tilmon's place,

the guy who owns the art.

Copy that. Let us know
if you need anything.

Will do.

See, I put my collection at
the free port for a reason.

Supposedly, they're
all about security.

But clearly, that's
not the case.

And this has nothing
to do with you

avoiding import taxes, right?

That's a part of it, of course.

It's not illegal,
and I'm not stupid.

- I'm not saying you are.
- Look.

You've got to find out whoever
took this and get my art back.

The longer this goes on,
the worse it gets for me.

Ezra, get in here.

You are aware two
men are dead, right?

- What?
- Hank Steen and Johnny Ledet,

the guards who were
driving the truck?

I... I didn't know
them. Did they do this?

Have you had any disputes
with anyone lately?

Define dispute.

Pissing someone off so much

that they want to
steal your art.

- No.
- Do you owe money?

I have all the
money that I want.

OK, can you think of anybody
who would put this together

to try to get your attention?
- How the hell should I know?

It's not my job to figure
it out, it's yours.

Hey, you speak to one of
my agents like that again,

I'll put my boot
right up your ass.

Ezra, this is the FBI.

Ezra is my art dealer.

He's the one who's been
dealing with the museum

to get my collection up.

You arranged the shipment today?

I called the museum and
told them it was coming.

But all the details and security

were up to the people
at the free port.

The board's talking about

pushing the exhibit a year
or canceling altogether,

including the wing
named in your honor.

Oh, God. This is a disaster.

Dax, it's not.

You have an insurance policy,
wall-to-wall... you're covered.

You're not losing
any money here.

Ezra, I don't care
about the insurance.

I want my art collection
up at the Woodberry

in my wing with my name on it.

It's Ilana. We
have to take this.

You can show yourselves out.

Hello.

You buy what Dax says

about not wanting
the insurance money?

Definitely not.

What if he hired
someone to steal his art

so he could get the
insurance payout?

I don't know about that.

Brad says that in the art world,

it's better that things
are shown in exhibits.

It increases the
values by millions.

OK, so he throws a fit
and makes it seem like

it's about the wing,
when really it's about

making more money.
- Exactly.

Greed, I understand, but
Ezra's a different story.

We need to look
into this sad sack,

see if he checks out.

Adisa, what did you people do?

You killed two people?

That is not a part of the plan.
- Plans change.

We had no other choice.

They weren't going
to give it up easy.

No, this is not good, Adisa.

The FBI is after us now.

What will we do?

Continue with our mission.

Just, now, there's
two less people

in this world keeping what is
rightfully ours away from us.

Oh, trust me, OK?

Now, let me show
you what we got.

Wow.

Adisa.

What is it?

- It's a replica.
- Huh?

It's not the real mask.

How were we supposed
to know that?

It's the most important piece
in the entire collection

with the most
cultural significance.

This is worthless.

It means nothing.

He screwed us.

We got a hit on facial
rec from the surveillance

on GW Bridge.

Our unsubs are Adisa
Ojo and Kingsley Sodiya.

They're Nigerian, and
they've been in the U.S.

for a decade now.

Adisa was working at
a meat packing factory

in Nebraska before
relocating to Newark.

He has no partner, no kids,
no current employment record.

It's pretty much the
same for Kingsley.

We don't even have
a last known on him.

Were we able to track
their cell phones?

They don't have any
that we can find.

Now, they both served in
the Nigerian military.

According to our
leg at in Abuja,

they served in the same platoon.

What do we have on Ezra Clark?

He's a British national
living in Brooklyn.

I checked with my office.

He has a case on
him for forgery,

providing fake provenance papers

for a museum in Orlando.

Sounds like somebody
who could be capable

of an art heist.

It's a long way from
fraud to killing folks.

Ezra could be working
with Adisa and Kingsley.

Maybe he hired them
to hit the shipment.

Then he still gets a commission

from Dax for setting
up the exhibit

and can fence the artifacts
and get paid twice.

You, me, and Barnes
will go scope him out.

Brad, head back to the museum

and confirm these
provenance papers are legit.

Ray, Nina, Adisa's last known.

Hopefully, he doesn't
know we're on to him.

Let go!

I'll give you a bigger cut.
- Just open it.

No, please, please,
just listen. Wait!

Are you crazy?

Had your chance, bitch.

OK.

No! No!

FBI!

Drop the weapon.

Shots fired, 92 Polk, Brooklyn.

Black male subject fleeing
on foot, southbound,

armed and extremely dangerous.

He's gone.

So is he.

What the hell is that?

They severed his thumb
to get inside the safe.

Sick, right?

What was in here?

I don't know, but
whatever it was,

they killed Ezra for it.

And they left cash?

Hey, Nina.
- Hey.

We're just leaving
Adisa's apartment,

and he's not there.
- I know.

They killed Ezra and took
something from his safe.

Kingsley's DOA,
and Adisa got away.

Look, it's not just them.

Remember the museum
director, Alicia?

She's in on it too.
She's an accomplice.

What?

I just sent you a photo
that we found on the fridge

in Adisa's apartment.

There's some women's
clothes in the bedroom too.

I think they're
together, you know?

Like, together-together.

Tell Brad to keep
eyes on Alicia.

I just called him.

When he got to the museum,
she was already gone.

Her phone is off. I alerted PD.

We're going to head to
her apartment in Hoboken.

OK, so work and home,
where else would Alicia go?

OK, her parents, Steve
and Emily Foreman,

are in Park Slope, 88 St. Johns.

- That's not far from here.
- We'll cover the parents.

Update us as soon as
you get to Alicia's.

Copy that.

Hi. Can I help you?

FBI. Agents Barnes and Scott.

Honey, it's the FBI.

We're looking for Alicia
Foreman's parents.

Do they live here?

Yeah. We are Alicia's parents.

She's adopted.

What's going on?

Three people dead?

Oh, this has to be
some sort of mistake.

Alicia would never hurt
anyone or steal anything.

We don't think
she's hurt anyone,

but this man has.

Do you know him?

That's Alicia's
boyfriend, Adisa.

- Do you know where he is?
- No.

What about Alicia? She's
not at her apartment.

Oh, we haven't spoken
to her since we left

for our Sahara
trip two weeks ago.

We flew back last night.

She hasn't answered
any of our calls yet.

Should we call Lisa?

- Who's Lisa?
- Our attorney.

Yeah, I think
that's a good idea.

I'm sorry, Mr. Foreman.

I know you're scared,
but Alicia is in danger.

How did she meet Adisa?

We don't really know.

Alicia took a trip
to Nigeria last year,

sort of a pilgrimage to connect
with her roots and her culture.

We completely encouraged it.

I mean, we've always
compensated for Alicia

not being raised
in her own culture.

But when she got back,
she was different.

How so?

She started wearing
Nigerian clothes

and speaking with
an accent sometimes.

And then one day, she
showed up with Adisa.

He's Nigerian, and

well, we could just tell he was
like a jolt of energy for her.

She said she was in love.

Was she struggling for money?

No. No.

She makes six figures at work.

We set up a trust fund for her.

No, she's never
wanted for anything.

All right, so if this isn't
about money for Alicia,

then what's her motive?
- I don't know.

But let's scope
out their phones,

just in case she
tries to reach out.

Yeah.

Still nothing on
Adisa? What's this?

OK, so this is an
article that Alicia wrote

when she was a grad student
at NYU all about repatriation.

She made the news
and got invited

to a bunch of conferences
to raise awareness

for the cause.

You really think that
repatriation is her motive?

I thought she wanted
all this artwork up

on the walls of her museum
so people can see it.

Well, that's what she told us,

but what if the real is,

that she took matters
into her own hands?

She steals the
artwork and returns it

to its rightful place.

Throughout history,
people of color

have been told to
wait for justice.

Maybe Alicia got
tired of waiting.

I'm trying to understand her.

I don't think she set
out to kill anybody,

but stealing art
and returning it

to its rightful owner,
that's kind of a baller move.

Heads up, guys.

The coroner sent over
a photo of a tattoo

they found on Kingsley's
body, and I sent you the file.

So we confirmed with a
professor at Columbia,

and this symbolizes the
national group Nigeria First,

and that organized in the '70s
during the Nigerian Civil War.

They led a massacre

against the ethnic
minority group, Igbo,

when they failed to
secede from Nigeria.

And what's their objective now?

Kill the Igbo people,

keep Nigeria from
splitting into two.

Do we know who their leader is?

Bankole Udoji.

He fled Nigeria 30 years ago

but is still wanted

by the International
Criminal Courts

for war crimes
that he committed.

The last time he was seen
was 20 years ago in the UK,

and there is a red
notice out on him.

Also, most of the
Nigeria First members

are former Nigerian military.

How does Alicia
fit into all this?

I don't know,

but there's something
else going on here

besides a noble desire
for repatriation.

Maybe they just radicalized her.

Or they want her art expertise

for whatever the
hell they're doing.

And we still don't know
how these two lovers met,

Alicia and Adisa.

I might have something on that.

I spoke to Alicia's parents,

and she had a roommate
at NYU, Carlee King,

that she's apparently
still close with.

I come bearing gifts.

You did good, Alicia.

Our ancestors will be proud.

You and Alicia were
roommates at NYU?

Yes.

How did Alicia and Adisa meet?

Her father introduced them.

Steve Foreman?

No, her biological father.

He reached out about a year ago

when he saw Alicia's
name in the paper.

I think it was the announcement
for the Nigeria exhibit.

Alicia was hesitant at first,

but when she got back
from a trip to Lagos,

she met with him,
and he showed her

her Nigerian birth certificate.

She was so thrilled.

A couple of weeks
later, he said there was

a nice Nigerian man
that she should meet,

and that was Adisa.

Did her parents know about
the biological father?

She wanted to tell them,
but she was nervous.

She said she didn't want
to hurt anyone's feelings.

You know this guy's name?

Manuel, um...

Emmanuel Lasisi.
- OK.

What can you tell us about him?
- He's a nice guy.

He's simple, working class.

He's Nigerian, and
Alicia's blood.

She idolizes him.

- OK. Thank you.
- Thank you.

Alicia's been in touch
with her biological father,

a guy named Emmanuel Lasisi.

I'm going to mirror
to your monitor.

He came to the States in
the '90s as a refugee.

Lives in Staten Island.

He works as a custodian in
the New York Public Schools.

I thought he looked
familiar, so I put his photo

next to Bankole Udoji's
of Nigeria First.

I ran it through
some aging software,

and check this out.

Add 30 years and 30 pounds,

and we have ourselves a warlord.

He's Bankole Udoji?

But this man is responsible
for the massacre

of 30,000 Nigerians during
the Nigerian Civil War.

And he's been hiding
right in our backyard

this whole time.
- I'm gonna go see Isobel.

She might want to loop
in CIA and State on this.

Go check out
Emmanuel's workplace.

Hana, Ray, alert SWAT and get
to his house in Staten Island.

If this son of a bitch
really is Bankole,

it's a hell of a catch.

Mr. Lasisi?

It's FBI. We need to talk.

Do it.
- Let's go.

- Living room clear.
- South room clear.

He's not here.

The bedroom's clear.

OK, this might be something.

Barnes.

Bankole's not at his workplace.

He hasn't come in all week.

He's not here either.

Hana's working his
computer right now,

so I'll let you know
when we find something.

Everything is in order.

Lawal is in Abuja, and he's
taken care of the arrangements

for our flight home tomorrow.

There's just one
last thing, Alicia.

Lawal needs the
provenance papers

to coordinate the artifact
shipment to Nigeria.

Can you get that for us?

What's the matter?

I'm scared.

I don't want to go
back to the museum.

This was supposed to be
something that was very simple.

We were supposed to get the
objects, put them in the trunk,

and leave the next day.

Instead, people are dead.

Kingsley is gone, and
the FBI is after us.

I know this is hard for you.

But I have seen death
up close and personal.

During the war, when
the Igbos raided

our village and
killed your mother,

and Adisa's family, too

they took you away
from me, Alicia,

and put you in an orphanage.

I came back to find you,

but those white people
had taken you far away.

I was lucky to escape.

The killing was unfortunate, but

what's done is done.

You fought for so
long to bring back

what rightfully belongs to us,

to Nigeria.

And we are so close.

Don't give up now.

Be strong, and make us proud.

Once we return to
the motherland,

we'll be heroes, and
respect will be at our feet

all because of you, Alicia.

I'll get the provenance papers

and bring them to
you in the morning.

That's my girl.

You know what to do when
she brings the papers to us.

Adisa, we have been working
on this for over a year.

We cannot leave any loose ends.

Ah, did you lose focus?

Did you fall for her?
- No.

I'll get it done.

Talk to me, Ray Ray.

Look, Hana cracked the
VPN on Bankole's computer.

She's slinging it to you now.

There's about a half a dozen
emails between him and the guy

that you see on your screen.

His name is Dima Abram.

He fronts as an art collector,

but he's actually a
Russian arms dealer

with ties to the Kremlin.

There's a lot of back and
forth about selling art.

And as per the last email,

it looks like there
is a meetup tomorrow.

Yeah, "Location to come.

Bring the provenance
papers or no deal."

Abrams needs the papers

so he can sell the art
later on, all right?

It was never about repatriation.

It was always about the money.

Well, there's more
to it than that.

We got a CIA threat
assessment on Nigeria.

They've got multiple
sources saying Bankole

is planning on returning
home and staging a coup.

And he's looking for weapons.

Abram could be
his main supplier.

He's selling the art
for weapons, not money.

- That's what it looks like.
- Does Alicia know?

I doubt it.

This feels like a
long play to me.

Bankole has been using
her from the jump,

all to get access to that art.

Remy, the wire on Alicia's
parents' phone just paid off.

She called them five minutes ago

saying she needs to see
them to tell them something.

She's coming by the house now.

You guys hear that?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

- Get a BOLO out on Abram.
- Done.

Barnes, with me. Let's hit it.

You're just gonna
drop everything

and leave your
life and us behind?

I need to do this.

It's everything that
I have fought for,

for my country, for my people,

who deserve what's
rightfully theirs,

and for my... for my father.

What father?

Alicia, what are
you talking about?

I didn't want you to
find out this way.

My biological father reached
out to me a year ago.

And he's everything that I
could imagine he would be.

I mean, he is kind. He's caring.

And he's for the cause, like me.

Do you know how hard
this has been on us

raising you, knowing
all you ever wanted

was your real family?

And we still gave you
everything we could.

I never meant to hurt you.

Did he ask you to steal
those antiquities?

I took them for me.

They belong to me,

not the museum, not
Dax, not Ezra... for me.

Did you

kill anyone?

How can you view
me in that light?

No... we're just
scared, all right?

That's all.
- Who is this man?

What's his name?

FBI. Open the door.

- You told them I was here.
- Honey, no.

Mr. Foreman, we
don't want to have

to do this the hard
way, let us in.

Turn around.

Hands behind your back.

Alicia Foreman,
you're under arrest.

You have a right
to remain silent.

Anything you say may be used
against you in a court of law.

You have a right to an attorney.

If you cannot
afford an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

These records are from
an orphanage in Nigeria.

These are your
biological parents,

Adamma and Lenny.

They died in a car accident
a week after you were born.

This is your real
birth certificate.

The one Emmanuel
showed you is fake.

This can't be right.

He lied to you, Alicia.

Emanuel's not even
his real name.

He's Bankole Udoji,

a general during the
Nigerian Civil War.

He killed thousands of people

just because of the
tribe they came from.

He's nothing but a
filthy war criminal.

My God.

This was never about
repatriation, Alicia.

He lied to you, and he used you

so he could gain access
to those artifacts.

His real plan was to sell
them for money and weapons

to fund a coup in Nigeria.
- No. Please, stop.

Stop, please.

- Why don't we take a break?
- There's no time for that.

There's a meetup
scheduled tomorrow

for Bankole to sell the art
to a Russian arms dealer.

We need to know when and where.
- I don't know.

If he gets his hands
on those weapons,

people will lose their lives...

Nigerian citizens,
innocent families.

Do you want to be
responsible for that?

This was never what I wanted.

I want my people to
have what is ours,

to be the ones to
dictate where it goes.

They make millions
off of our history.

And then they turn around
and call us worthless.

You were doing it the right way.

The paper you wrote took the
repatriation conversation

to another level,

but the minute you
got in business

with Bankole and Adisa,

it was a whole
different ball game.

These men are
cold-blooded killers.

And if you tell us where
Bankole and Adisa are

and the exact location
of the exchange,

we'll put in a word with the
district attorney's office.

That's right.

Alicia, you help us,
you help yourself.

I-I don't know about a meetup.

They didn't tell me.

OK. So where are the artifacts?

They're in a warehouse
in New Jersey.

I'm supposed to meet
them there at 8:00 a.m.

to give them the
provenance papers,

but I don't have them.

We'll get them for you.

Call them on the burner, tell
them you have the papers,

and we'll leave them at
the warehouse as bait.

When Bankole and Adisa show up,

they'll lead us to
the arms dealer,

and this can all be over.

I don't care about Emmanuel.

But Adisa?

He loves me, and I love him.

Come on, Alicia. Use your head.

You're smart.

Bankole introduced you to Adisa.

He says he loves you. Can
you really believe him?

He's already killed
three people.

This is your chance, Alicia

to put these men away.

Can you do that?

Alicia?

You here, love?

Alicia?

Hello?

Adisa.

Alicia, what's going on?

Where are you?

I'm not coming.

Why?

I think you know why.

I know who Emmanuel is.

We were going to
tell you, I promise.

The plane is ready.

It's not too late.

Let me ask you something.

Do you love me?

Yes.

Then you understand
because I love you too.

Just go. Don't worry about me.

Glory will be at your feet.

Here, um, come take a seat.

Come to Papa.

That's him. That's Bankole.

Is this our guy?

That's him.

That's Dima Abram.

This is the meet. Go, go, go!

- FBI!
- FBI, don't move!

Move, move, move, move!

Adisa's down.

- Get up.
- I'm on him.

I'm with you, Ray.

Whoa!

Move!

Hey, get out of here. Go!

This guy's fast.

Ah!

- Move!
- Stay back!

Get any closer, and she dies.

I have kids, please.
I don't want to die.

- Nobody's dying today.
- Get back. Get back!

There's nowhere to go, Bankole.

Just let her go.

Surrender.
- Never.

I am saving Nigeria.

I know what my people want,

and I know how to
give it to them.

All you do is kill and divide

because people are
of a different tribe.

No.

We are not two
countries. We are one.

Nigeria is one.

The people are one.
And I will unite us.

You don't unite people.

You... you are nothing.

You are weak, just
like your country.

Let her go now.

Go. Go. Get out of here.

Turn around.

Put your hands behind your back.

Hey! Hey!

You good?

Subject down. We got Bankole.

You OK?
- Yeah.

So what did you think
about the omakase?

- Oh, it was good.
- Yeah?

I mean, there are a lot of
places closer than Tribeca.

But, yeah, I liked it.

I just wanted to get out
of Brooklyn, you know,

switch it up a bit.
- Yeah.

You know where we
are right now, right?

The East River.

No, but

yes, the East River.

This is where we
had our first kiss,

after our first date.

Oh, yeah. I guess it is.

Yeah.

I remember it was
freezing cold...

- Oh, yes.
- And raining,

and you wouldn't
let us go inside.

What are you doing?

Nothing, just neck problems.

All right. Are you OK?

I feel like you're
acting kind of nervous.

Uh...

I-I need to ask you a question.

Ray, are you
breaking up with me?

Oh, girl, no. No.

I...

ever since I met you,

you've made my life better.

And I stopped
thinking about myself.

I started thinking
about us more.

You're brilliant,

you're beautiful,

and you're an amazing mother.

And for all of those reasons,

I want to spend the rest
of my life with you.

Oh, my God.

Cora Elizabeth Love

will you marry me?

- Yes.
- Yeah?

Absolutely, yes.

Guess who got it all on camera?

Oh, my gosh. What?

You knew about this?
- Yes.

Yeah, I'm the man
of the house, Mom.

You know he had to ask
my permission first.

Oh, OK.

Congratulations, son.

Aww, thank you, Pops.

You know, it's a good
thing you said yes.

That could have been awkward.

Well, if I had known
you were gonna be here,

maybe I wouldn't have.

Just to mess with you.
- OK.

- Can I have some?
- Maybe in 10 years.

I got you, big man... pocket.

- Oh, thanks.
- There we go.

Here's to my future
daughter-in-law

and her amazing son.

Welcome to the family, guys.

- Thank you. Cheers.
- Cheers.

Mm.

Look at this view.

Oh, this is beautiful.

Oh, yeah.

You can see the bridge.