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Ah, ah. Don't move.

Don't move.
- Okay.

Don't move, man.

All right.

Don't do anything stupid.

You can have my money.

We don't want that.
We want something else.

Come on, Mike.

Let's go for a ride.

Let's go. In the van.

Now.

No!

Oh, my gosh. Bless you.

I swear, if this kid
does not start sleeping

through the night, we are going
to have to hire a night nurse.

That's a great idea.

I hear they're,
like, really cheap.

Well, I mean, you're made
of money, so we're good.

No, I'm--
I'm made of FBI money, okay?

Not night nurse money.

Mm.

I wish I would have known that
before I had a kid with you.

- Nina!
- I'm kidding.

That's so bad.

I love you.

Okay.

We have to book this flight
to Napa for Andrea's wedding.

Well, your sister's off.
She can come watch Dougie.

Yes.

Maybe we'll get
some sleep there.

So these are the flights
I'm thinking.

Mm-hmm.

What do you think about
taking separate flights?

Like around the same time
but just different planes.

What?

Well, just to make sure
we're doing the safest thing.

Oh.

Yeah. Yeah.

We'll just--
we'll take separate taxis

and different elevators
and walk on opposite sides

of the sidewalk in case
a car jumps, yeah.

This is the kind of thing
that we have to think about.

Yeah, I understand that,

but Stuart, I mean,
risk is a part of life.

You can't avoid it.

Tiff, what's up?

Victim was male,
white, late 50s.

Took one to the back
of the head.

- No wallet?
- No nothing.

Just the body.

And since
it's on federal land...

Was he killed here?

More like dumped.

Who found him?

A woman who lives nearby.

She was out walking her dog.

Didn't see anything, though.

Ugh. The hell?

Whoever did this
was an animal.

Okay, what else do we know?

Not much, other than the ME

estimates the time of death
was around 9:00 p.m.

Hopefully we can
pull a decent print.

All right, let's do both.
Yeah.

Thanks.

Hey.
- Hey.

Prints on that body that was
found on the tracks came back.

Yeah?

Whoa.

Mike--Mike Rosen?

It's unbelievable.

Yeah.

Um.

Wow.

How did he--I mean,
do we have any leads, or...?

No, nothing,
so let's dig in.

Let's figure out
what the hell happened.

Yeah. Okay.
You wanna throw it up?

Um, all right.
All right, folks, listen up.

Hey.

Hi. Hello.

Just--thank you.

So one of our own

was just tortured and killed,
Special Agent Mike Rosen.

Maybe some of you knew him.

He was retired, but he worked
Organized Crime

and Counterterrorism,
and he spearheaded

some of the biggest
and most successful operations

this bureau has ever seen.

Uh, which means two things.
One, we need to solve this

as soon as humanly possible,
and two,

there will be a long list
of potential enemies.

Mrs. Rosen.

I'm Special Agent Bell.
This is Special Agent Zidan.

They beat him.

Tortured him.

Why would they do this to Mike?

I'm sorry to do this now,

but can we ask you
a few questions?

Was anything unusual
going on with Mike?

Any altercations?
- No.

Not that I was aware of.

No gambling issues
or money problems?

God, no. Mike was frugal.

The only thing he liked
to gamble on was himself.

When did you two speak last?

Last night,
around 8:00 or so.

He was on his way home
from work.

So Mike took another job
after he left the bureau?

Yeah. At a security firm.

He wanted to stay busy.

What kind of security firm?

Rosen was a good man.

A man's man,
if I'm allowed to say that.

- Say what you feel.
- The way I feel?

I'd like to put a bullet in the
head of the prick who did it.

Actually, the pricks,
'cause there's no way

one guy could have
pulled this off.

Not someone like Mike.

Sir, we appreciate
your passion--

I know. I'm just talking.

So what exactly
did Mike do here?

He helped coordinate
all the logistics.

Schedules, payroll,
pickups, drop-offs.

It was all
administrative stuff.

Go figure.

The guy was under with the
Italian Mafia for ten months.

Not a scratch.

So was anything
going on with Mike?

Have any problems?
Someone harassing him?

No, he was just
doing his thing, you know?

Did his work nice and easy.

But he took it seriously.

Take last night, for example.

He logged into the portal
around 9:00 p.m.

just to get a jumpstart
on today's work.

Was that typical?

Now that I think
about it, no.

Okay, we're gonna
need the exact time

he logged into the portal.

Copy that.

The JOC said the device
that Rosen used

to access the portal
at 8:55 p.m.

pinged off a tower
300 yards north.

Which means he was held and
tortured somewhere close by.

If I was gonna
torture somebody,

I'd probably do it in there.

All right, we'll check out
the lower floors.

Copy that.

Hey, by the way,
thanks for having my back

on the Hakim thing.
- Oh, yeah.

You're gonna
figure it out, Tiff.

You know,
just can't do it alone.

You need to talk to somebody.

Look, we don't have
to do this again.

We're gonna keep doing it
until you get some help.

But we don't have to.

Because I am
talking to someone.

I'm seeing a psychologist,
and she's really good

at this kind of stuff.

Glad to hear that.

I think we got something.

Come downstairs.

Okay.

What do you got?

Chair, zip ties.

A whole lot of blood.

This is definitely where
it all went down.

Hopefully these guys
left something behind.

Like a shell casing?

9-millimeter.

All right.

We learn something
from the surveillance video?

Yes, sir. Check this out.

Enters the warehouse
at 8:35 p.m.,

exits at 9:01 p.m.

Right around
the approximate time of death.

Right, all right,
so they grab Rosen,

take him to the warehouse,
torture him,

force him to access
his work portal,

and then shoot him
and dump his body

near the railroad tracks, right?

That's the theory?

All right, well,
theories don't make cases.

Answers do. Names do.

Hey, well, we got one.

Print from the shell casing
came back to Anthony Chavez.

Yeah?

Okay.

Age 31, born in New York,
single, no priors,

and briefly worked
for Provident Armored,

same firm
that Rosen worked for.

Really? Okay.

And do we have an address
on him?

No LKA, no phone number.

There's a vehicle registered
to a PO box in his name.

Green cargo van.
Same make and model.

Hot damn.
We have a suspect, folks.

Check it out.

Let's access his GPS and find
out where the hell he is.

Check it out.

Shots fired.

Robbery in progress.

Hey! Hey!

Down!

This is Special Agent Bell.

We're under fire.
We need backup immediately.

- Cover us.
- Yeah.

- Go, go, go.
- I'm with you.

Look out!

Covering!

- You good?
- Yes.

Covering!

Moving!

Moving.

Let's split up.
We're gonna take left.

Yeah.

The suspects just
entered a building on 43rd.

We're in pursuit now.

Everybody get out of here!

Out!
- Get out!

Go, go, go. Get out!

Help!

Down! Down! Covering!

I need an ambulance at 1648,
west side of the building.

- They're going for the exit.
- Yes.

Come over here.

Put pressure
on his gunshot wound.

Everybody stay down.

Two suspects have fled
the building onto 43rd Street.

We need to set up
a five block containment.

Tiff?

I'm here.

You good?
- Yeah.

I'm not seeing them.

Be advised,
suspect was last seen

fleeing east on 49th Street.

I can't believe it.

They shot Joey,
just like it was nothing.

What was he carrying?

Diamonds.

Approximate value?

Retail? About 10 million.

- And you knew Joey?
- Yeah. Yeah.

He did all my pickups
and my drop-offs.

He was a solid guy.

He was nine years
in the Marines.

I hope you find these bastards.

We will. Thank you.

Hey, check it out.

Provident Armored.

That's why Rosen
was being tortured,

'cause they wanted information
on the delivery schedule.

- Any news?
- Yeah.

I was just with
the wounded victim.

Good news is,
he's gonna be okay.

Bad news,
all three suspects escaped.

We need to figure out how
and where these men

slipped
through the containment.

I don't think
all of them have.

Well, talk to me.
What do you got?

I've been scrubbing our
DAS surveillance cameras,

and I think I found
one of them.

Throw it up.

It's Chavez.

NYPD Rep Walsh
for the win, Kelly.

Get his last-seen
location to the team.

Jubal, we're here.
There's no sign of Chavez.

We're one block north.
No sign of him here, either.

We need eyes on Chavez.

Hey, I think we found him.

- Yeah?
- Good job.

Where is he in relation
to Maggie and OA?

He's just east of their
location by a half block.

You got that?

We have eyes on Chavez.

There's too many people around.

This could go sideways
really fast.

Let's just get closer
before we arrest him.

Hey! Hey!

Stop!

Chavez has met his demise,
but his two associates

are still at large
and we need names.

Does he have any known
criminal associates?

There were none listed
in the police reports.

Okay, so let's widen out.

Who does he spend
his time with?

Where does he eat,
drink, socialize?

Running his credit card
statements.

Okay.

Looks like he spends
a lot of time

at a pool hall over in Queens.

When was
the last transaction?

Yesterday afternoon.

Okay.

Excuse me.
Could we get two beers?

Whatever you have. Thank you.

What time is Tony
supposed to meet us here?

1:00.

Well, he's late. As usual.

Do you know Tony Chavez?

He comes here a lot.
Long, dark hair.

Have you seen him today?
We were supposed to meet him.

Sorry, I haven't.

But that's his cousin.

That is his cousin.

What's his name again?

- Beto.
- Beto.

That's right. Thank you.

He matches the description
of the other suspects.

Should we make contact?

Let's follow him.

He's definitely nervous.

Guys, he just cut
through the hotel lot.

We can't follow him in.

Got him.

Nice and clear too.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's clean, right?

Yeah. Running it now.

No hits.

That older guy
is carrying a piece.

All right.
Let's give it another spin.

Kelly, you give this a whirl, okay?

Nothing personal.

I'm just feeling a little
superstitious today.

Bingo.

Our friend here
is named Samuel Jacobson.

57.

He's got several priors
for selling

and purchasing stolen property.

Okay.

Our suspect's heading
towards 13th Street.

No. Maggie, let him walk.

We don't have
enough to detain him,

and we don't wanna spook him.

What about the other guy?
The older white dude.

You wanna let him walk?

Hell no. Grab him.

Ouch!
What the hell is going on?

Easy, easy.

I was just walking
down the street.

- Sit down.
- With a concealed weapon.

Yeah, well, dangerous city.

Yeah, it's a dangerous city

because of people like you, man.

Oh, really? Really?

With all the crap
going on in the world,

you're worried about
a ham-and-egger like me?

Actually, we're not.

We are interested in the person
that you were speaking to.

And the contents
of that conversation.

What person?

Oh, him? He's a nice guy.

I didn't catch his name.
- Oh, no?

You didn't catch his name?
- No.

You two just struck up
a conversation out of nowhere?

He liked my watch.
I said thanks.

We just started talking.
That's all.

Yeah.

Um, all right. Sit tight.
We'll be right back.

Well--

Hey.

The guy you're talking to,
Samuel Jacobson, right?

That's my informant.

- What?
- Yeah.

He's been feeding
me information

for ten months, maybe more.

So unless he killed somebody,
you gotta let him go.

Well, that's not happening.

Excuse me?

Nina, he's linked
to the diamond heist

that happened earlier today.

Which means
he might be involved

in Mike Rosen's murder,
so Scola's right.

He's not going anywhere.

I appreciate the
relationship we have,

but I'm not liking
the odds on this one.

These guys that we're talking
about, they don't play.

Yep. Neither do we.

Maybe so, but I'd take jail
over a bullet any day.

Sure about that?

Your priors, you're looking
at a ten-year minimum

on that gun charge.

If that's not enough
of an incentive,

the diamond company
is offering a reward.

5% of the wholesale value.

That's 500 grand.

Ah.

That changes things.

Yeah.

Yeah, I thought it would.

So tell us about Beto.

You know where he lives
or you have his cell number?

Not anymore.

Now he just finds me when
he wants to sell something.

Diamonds were
in that satchel?

Mm-hmm.
He said it was a small sample

of a load he's looking to move.

And you believe him?

I've done a lot
of business with him

and his brother Carlos.
They're legit.

So you think they
can actually pull off

that diamond store robbery?

Absolutely.

Okay.

So where'd you leave things
with Beto?

What's the next move?

I said I had a buyer,
a jeweler,

and if he was interested
I'd bring him

to the pool hall tonight.

Target is walking in now.

Good to see you.
Come on in.

Stuart. Beto.

He says you're cool,
but I've never seen you before.

So where exactly is this
jewelry store of yours?

Are you telling him
about my store?

Not where it is.

Just that you're
in the business.

I want more background
about you.

Like I said, I don't know you.

Yeah,
I don't know you, either.

Which, in my opinion,
is actually a good thing.

But if you've got other ideas,

you wanna sit around and ask
questions, that's fine.

I mean, I can go
somewhere else.

What the hell is with you
and the questions?

I don't like this guy.
He's giving off bad vibes.

Oh, yeah?
Well, if I'm being honest,

the only one giving off
bad vibes is you.

- What the hell are you--
- He is the buyer.

This is a cash deal.

That's all you need to know.

But you know this guy?

He's legit?
- Yes.

He is legit
and he has the cash.

I have seen it.

I made him show me,
and he's hungry too.

Let's quit playing games
and get this done.

Huh?

Come on.
- Mm-hmm.

- We good?
- Yeah.

All right. How about you?

Yeah, I'm fine.
We were just having a little--

So how much product
do you have?

10 million in diamonds.

All GIA certified.

- That's quite a haul.
- Can you handle it?

If it is
what you say it is, yeah.

Pay you 10%.

20.

Absolutely not.

The product is red hot.

Whatever you and your buddies
pulled off the other day,

it's all over the news.

I mean, you know people
died in that robbery, right?

I don't know
anything about that.

Okay.

But if you're gonna hold
at 20, I'm out.

15.

That's the best I can do.

Beto, you got a deal.

How soon can you
get the cash together?

I guess
give me about an hour.

I'm gonna need to see
all the stones first.

Not a problem.

I got one more
question for you.

Where do you live?

- Manhattan.
- Hmm. You single?

That's two questions.

I lied.

Uh, married.

One kid.

Are you gonna show me
these damn stones?

Sure.

When we do the deal.

But we're gonna do it
at your place.

Absolutely not.

I have a family.

I do not mix business
and personal life.

Do you want what
I'm selling or not?

Wait, Stuart.

We have a townhouse
in Manhattan.

It has a safe room,
and it's already wired

for sound and video.

Whatever it takes.

I'll bring the merchandise
in the morning.

What's the address?

730 West 29th.

No weapons.

It's business.

He's headed eastbound.

If we're lucky,
he'll lead us to his brother

and the diamonds.

Suspect is headed
northbound on Avenue D.

I don't see him.

- Maybe he went to the subway.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

- They lost him.
- Really?

The JOC is scrubbing
security cams, but...

Well, leaves us
no choice, then.

We gotta go through
with this deal tomorrow.

I'll get Jubal to get
the flash money ready.

Yeah.

- Hey. Nice work.
- Thanks.

What was with
the townhouse offer?

You know I could have forced
him to meet up somewhere else.

Yeah, I felt like he was
suspicious and was gonna walk.

He wasn't gonna walk, but...

Okay, well,
what's done is done,

and the good news is,
I know the layout

so I can help sell our cover.

Our?

No. No.
Nina, we are not doing that.

Tiff or Maggie can go in.

They were in the bar.

Beto could have
seen their faces.

It's fine.

He was focused on me
the whole time.

That's absurd.

Why are you gonna
take that chance?

Exactly what I'm saying.

So this is about us?

Are you trying to protect me?

No, I'm trying to be smart.

Why take on more risk
than we have to?

That again?

Nina.

I wanna play it safe.

Mike Rosen
was playing it safe.

We're doing this, Stuart.

- Hey.
- Hi.

That was fast.

So we're short
about 700 grand.

The entire lower portion
of this bag is all prop money.

Okay, well, let's hope
he doesn't dig too deep

when he's inspecting it.

We'll just have to demand
to see the diamonds

before we let him count it.
- Right.

OA and Tiff are gonna let us
know when he's approaching.

So where's the safe room?

Ah, over here.

- Can you believe this place?
- Perfect.

All right.

And that's the safe room.

So, fake money.

Fake baby.

What could go wrong?

Right?

We got this.

I'm starting to think
the Fugitive Task Force

has a bigger budget
than us, Tiff.

Hey, here he comes.
On the north side.

Beto is approaching on foot.

No sign of his brother.

Game time.

Look, things go south,
I'll be ready.

Thanks.

Nice place.

Thanks.

What's your name?

We can avoid names.

It's probably better
for all of us.

Let's get to it.

I'm clean. What about you two?

We're, uh--we're--we're
business people, not gangsters.

Oh. Oh.

Okay.

Uh, yeah--
- Hey!

That's enough of that.

Relax.

I'm just trying to make sure
you two are actually a couple.

Okay.

Let's stop with the games,
then, and get down to business.

Where's Jacobson?

He's not coming.

Why?

Because this is
between us now.

Where's your kid?

It's nap time.

For my peace of mind,
I'm gonna wanna see him.

That's not happening.

Yeah. Kid's off limits.

I'll keep my distance.

I promise.

Nina, if he comes in the room
and sees there's a fake kid,

I'm gonna
have to take him down.

You can see him
from the door.

Jacobson said that
you were a professional.

Okay, so are we. Okay?

So just take a look and let's
do what we came for here.

Where's the money?

Am I supposed to take
your word for that too?

No, we already showed
Jacobson the cash.

We're not showing it again
until we see all the diamonds.

Five stones?
Is this a joke?

It's a sample.

I'll show you the rest
when I see the cash.

Top quality product.

Yeah, there it is.
Run that GIA number.

It's a match, one of the
diamonds we're looking for.

All right.
Maggie, we got confirmation.

It is one of the
stolen diamonds.

Great.
Want me to make the arrest?

No.
It's only a handful of stones.

Any good lawyer could give
a variety of viable defenses.

We need all of the diamonds.
- Right.

All right, Maggie,
stand down for now.

Plan is to wait for eyes
on all the diamonds.

So where's the money?

All right.

There it is, pal.

Take a look.

You--you--you can count it all

once all the diamonds are here.

Okay.

Here's how this
is gonna go down.

I'm gonna stay here
with your lady and the kid.

You are gonna go outside and
meet my brother on the corner.

What are you talking about?

He's gonna show you
the product.

Once you confirm it's legit,

you can call your lady,
and we can make the exchange.

- We're not doing that.
- No.

This is amateur hour.

Just have him come inside
with the diamonds,

we do the deal right here.
- No.

That is not happening.

Merchandise and money do not
end up in the same room, ever.

- OA, are you hearing that?
- Yeah.

This could be a rip.
- Yeah.

He's trying to separate them.

If Nina goes out there,
you need to keep eyes on her.

Copy.

Be advised there's no sign of
Beto's brother on the street.

If you want the stones,
you can go for a walk,

because the merch
ain't coming inside.

I'm not walking anywhere.

The deal's off.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, babe.
- What?

We need this, okay?
- No.

Honey.

This is not safe.

No.

Okay, well...

you stay here with him,

and I'll go check out
the diamonds, okay?

Yeah. You, him, whatever.

It doesn't matter to me.

All right.

So I'll go.

Yo.

A woman is coming outside
right now.

Blonde hair.

Show her the product.

Make a left
when you go outside.

He'll make contact.

Okay.

Oh!

Sorry. You scared me.

Are you Carlos?

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

I'm trying to figure out
what's happening

'cause you're supposed to be
showing me merchandise

and instead I'm getting
a tour of Midtown Manhattan.

Don't worry.

We're not too far away.

- I don't like this.
- Yeah.

Maggie, Tiff and I
are gonna trail Nina.

Once she sees the diamonds,
we're gonna take Carlos

and come back
and help you with Beto.

Copy that.

I'm gonna get
in a better position.

Scola, keep him occupied.

The wife,
a bit of a perfectionist.

She will be inspecting
every last one of those stones,

which could take a while.

May I offer you some fruit

or, uh, maybe
something to drink?

Water.

What was that?

Is someone else here?
- No.

Probably just the baby moved
or something.

Let's check on him.

Hey, hey, hey. Hold on.

Wait a second. Hold on.

You're gonna wake him up.

All right?
This is stressful enough.

Let's not add
a screaming baby to the mix.

I got two kids myself.
That's why I'm careful.

Yeah, me too.

I gotta be there for them.

You feel me?

Of course.

Preaching to the choir here.
Raising a kid is not easy.

Or cheap.
- No, sir.

Okay, so what's
the plan here?

Get in the passenger seat.

No.

We either do the deal here
or not at all.

Sure, lady.

I ain't driving you anywhere.

I just wanna show you
the stuff inside the car

so we have some privacy.

Nina, don't let him
drive off with you.

It's not safe.

All right.
These are the goods?

Tell me what you see.

You should be thanking us.

We got you a good deal.

I wish that were the case,
but unfortunately,

it's not how it works.

All right.
It looks like they're all here.

What the hell?

Blue and whites
have eyes on the deal.

Hopefully they pass by.

I'll call dispatch,
see if I can get rid of them.

- Hey!
- I'm not doing this right now.

- Relax.
- You setting me up?

Walsh, what's going on?

Get your boys out of there.
- I'm already on it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey!

Hey!

What the hell was that?

I know what I heard.
That was a gunshot.

Shots fired!

Keep your hands where
I can see them!

Hey, FBI!

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey.
She's telling the truth.

She's telling the truth.

Special Agent Nina Chase.
She's with us.

Okay.

Hey.

Hands on the wheel.

Put your hands on the wheel.

- You got him, Tiff?
- Yeah.

Thanks.

Well done.

Shut up. Don't move.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Whoa, whoa,
what are you doing?

Okay, hey, why don't you relax

and we'll figure out
what's going on.

Just calm down, okay?

Why is my brother
not answering?

Look, I don't know.

They're probably just having--
- FBI. Don't move.

You're under arrest.

Hey.

I just talked
to Mike Rosen's wife.

I told her we caught the people
who killed her husband.

How's she doing?

Not great,
as you could imagine.

Well, at least now
she's got some closure.

Yeah.

It's crazy how random life
can be sometimes, you know?

Mike works his entire life,

survives dangerous
undercover assignments,

and gets killed working
a 9 to 5 office job.

I spoke with the nanny.
She said she could stay late.

You wanna go get a drink?

That sounds
like a great idea.

Okay.

Oh, we also need to book
those tickets to Napa.

I'm gonna do that tomorrow.

Okay.

Same flight?

Same flight.

Okay.