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(classical music
playing over headphones)

Is that you, Robert?

(clattering, thudding)

Who are you?

(line ringing)

DISPATCHER:
911. What's your emergency?

(whispers):
Help me.

You beat us here.

Yeah, I was in the neighborhood
on another call.

How you doing?

A lot better than
this guy's doing.

We got two entrance wounds,
no exit.

ID says Charles Wright.

28 years old.

What was he doing in this area?
No coat...

My guess is that he was
pushed out of a car.

Maybe get some answers
from that.

Anything interesting?

Let's see.

According to his last text,

he was going to make
a gun buy at 2:00.

621 118th Street.

We've got just enough time
to get there.

All right, you get the warrant,
I'll put the pedal to the metal.

That look like two guys
headed to a gun buy?

He's got that gun out
in broad daylight.

I see it.

We waiting for backup?

No, we're not. Let's go.

(grunts)

(screams)

Police! Don't move!

Hands where I
can see them!

Don't move!

Don't move!

Hold on.

You, get on the ground,
right now.

Get on the ground right now!

On your knees.

You, tough guy,
up against the glass. Now!

Move, tough guy.

BAEZ:
Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Don't move!

Hit me.

5-4, detectives requesting...

Run!

ERIN:
Hey, Eddie.

Heard you guys caught this one.

Hope you skipped lunch.

That bad?

It's a massacre.

Mom's in the kitchen, Dad.

The son,

Robert Watkins.

He left a
message for us.

"Max"?

Any idea
who Max is?

The daughter Sarah, 18,
she's the only survivor.

She was too traumatized
to answer questions.

ABETEMARCO:
No kidding.

Oh, Erin,

this is Felix Evans,
he's with ATF.

Erin Reagan.

Another Reagan? Any relation?

Erin's my sister-in-law.

They're the law
enforcement mafia,

so you better watch
your Ps and Qs.

I'm Investigator
Anthony Abetemarco

from the D.A.'s office.

So why is ATF involved?

We're investigating
a gunrunning operation

down in Georgia
that had similar murders.

And you think they're connected?

Pretty certain it's
the same shooter.

Based on what?

Family massacred
in the same manner,

and my partner had a lead

on this young man
who was killed here,

believed to be part
of their operation,

and that's just too
much of a coincidence.

You got anyone named Max
on your radar?

I do now.

And if the current
pattern holds,

this won't be the last time
we hear from him.

Three precincts in particular
have come to our attention.

The 6-5, 8-5 and 1-16
have all had huge spikes

in assaults and robberies.

And the Post has
already called twice,

asking for a comment.

The comment is no comment.

(knocking)

(sighs)

What's going on?

I'm in a stash house
in Manhattan working a homicide

when I recognize
one of three perps.

Joe Hill.

He's working undercover?

(sighs)

Yes. He's on loan to ATF.

And you knew about this
way back,

when he didn't show up
for family dinner?

No, but he reached out
soon after.

And Danny, I sure as hell
had no idea he was in Manhattan.

Okay. Anyone else know
he's working undercover?

Jamie's been working
as his handler.

Jamie.

Nothing personal.

Oh.

But I should talk to Jamie about
the fact that my partner or I

could have killed my nephew,
your grandson,

had the takedown gone bad.

(door opens, closes)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Man, it is good
to hear your voice.

Dad just called,
said you're in the city.

Yeah. Sorry I didn't
give you a heads-up.

It's been a crazy few days here.

You okay?

Yeah.

Guessing he told you
about our run-in with Danny?

Yeah.

Everyone's been on edge since.

You want to call this off?

Not yet.

We just heard from the boss.
He wants to meet with us.

About what?

I don't know,

but I think
I might have been made.

Well, where's the meeting?

Where's the meeting? Joe.

♪ ♪

So what were you meeting for?

Kicks and giggles.

Kicks and giggles, huh?

And how about
the 35 guns confiscated?

That was kicks and giggles, too?

Yeah, I don't know where
they're from or who owns them.

You think this is funny?

Think it's funny that
you think I'm stupid enough

to cooperate with cops.

So, you're too smart
to cooperate with cops,

but too dumb to realize
the 35 guns you had

are gonna land you
15 to 20 in prison?

So maybe you want to tell us
about the other guys

and where the guns are headed.

And if you do,
maybe we'll talk to the D.A.

about getting you some leniency.

What kind of leniency?

The kind of leniency

that will ensure
you're not on Social Security

when you walk out of prison.

Okay.

But I talk
to the D.A.'s office. Not you.

Mm-hmm. Good.

Do you know someone named Max

that may have a connection
to your family?

Robbie worked
for a guy named Max.

Doing what?

Robbie was kind of vague
about it.

But I'm pretty sure
Max was into something bad.

What makes you say that?

Because Robbie told me

he wanted to get away from him
because he was trouble.

I wish I didn't hide.

(crying softly)

He would've killed you, too.

Exactly.

Special Agent in Charge
Rachel Weber, ATF.

(sighs)

Let's have her.

I know what you're gonna say,
and I didn't know Detective Hill

had come into the city.

You sat in this office

and promised me
that he would not be working

within the confines
of the five boroughs.

Commissioner, I was
as surprised as you

when I was notified he was
making a sale in New York City.

So that's your excuse?
You don't know?

He decided to come
to the city on his own,

without prior consent.

Now, that seems
a little reckless to me,

but it comes with the territory.

What's that supposed to mean?

There's a reason he made
detective at 25.

It wasn't for standing
in the shadows.

He could've been shot today,
by his own people.

It's an undercover operation.

We don't know where he's going
to be minute to minute.

I understand that. But...

What, do you micromanage every
undercover in your department,

or is there something special
about Detective Hill?

Nothing is more important to me

than the safety
of my own people.

Me, too, so you're gonna
have to trust me.

Well, I don't trust anyone,
and at this moment,

least of all you.

I appreciate your concerns,
but this is an ATF operation.

With an NYPD detective
in a lynchpin position.

Do you or do you not

have eyes or ears on him
at this moment?

I can't share sensitive
information with you.

It's on a need-to-know basis.

Well, I need to know.

Commissioner,
you need to stay out.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Ran the serial numbers
through ATF's tracing site.

Uh-huh.

20 of the guns

go back to a Dayton's Gun
Shop on the Georgia border

and 15 of them are
from various gun shows.

What, so they buy them
legally in Georgia,

then come up here
and sell them illegally?

For five times as much.

Yeah. Got it.

How's it going?

Fine. We're just working.

I can see that.

I was hoping to have a word
with you privately.

Yeah, I'll go take a
walk. I'll be back.

Okay.

What can I do for you?

Look, I know you're upset
about this whole thing,

how it went down.

You mean,

how you and Dad pretended that
Joe walked out on the family

but you were working together
with him the whole time. That?

I'm worried about him.

Why?

Because he called me

and told me he's under suspicion
because of your takedown.

(laughs):
Oh, 'cause of my takedown?

My takedown never
would've happened

if you'd have told me
what was going on.

Yeah...

So I'm supposed to
feel bad about this?

No, not at all.

I'm just wondering
how the whole thing went down.

How'd you hear about the guns?

(sighs)

We're working a homicide.

The vic was dumped

by the highway.

According to his phone, he
was on his way to a gun buy.

We had no idea Joe Hill
would be the seller.

Okay. Well, just keep me
in the loop.

Kind of like
how you kept me in the loop.

ERIN:
Mr. Langley.

Criminal possession of a weapon
in the first degree,

and the number
of weapons that you had,

you're facing up to 25 years.

They're not mine.

They were in
your possession,

and 12 of those weapons

were purchased in your name.

Purchased legally.

In Georgia for personal use.

Not for resale
in New York City.

But judging
from the number

of weapons you've purchased
over the past two years,

I think you already know this.

So?

DANNY:
So...

you tell us who killed
Charles Wright,

and she'll talk to you
about a deal.

Just like you requested.

What's the deal?

Well, that depends on what
kind of information you have.

But if it's
significant, I can

knock those charges down
to criminal possession

in the second degree.

You'll be facing
three and a half to 15.

(exhales)
I'm not for sure who killed him.

But I think I know why.

Why?

He's one of our gunrunners.

You know, he brings the guns up.

But boss found out
he was skimming.

Now who's the boss?

Well, that's above
my pay grade.

But I know
who carries out the hits.

Max Fagan.

Do you know a Robert Watkins?

I heard Max done
took care of him, too.

(sighs)

What's your lucky number?

Thirty-three.

Larry Bird.

What are you doing?

I always play
the lottery.

Especially when I'm nervous.

What, you're nervous
about the boss?

He sounded pissed.

He say anything?

(door opens)

You better have
some good answers

to how the cops
get my hardware.

DICKSON: Swear to God,
I don't know.

Maybe your friend knows.

What, you think
we tipped off the cops?

You tell me.

I swear to God, we didn't
tip off anybody, Kenny.

Give me your phone.

Boss...

Give me your damn phone.

Who's Jimmy Reilly?

My brother.

He's your brother, huh?

Yeah.

What, is he a lawyer?
He's a cop?

Neither, no.

But he's the first guy
you call 15 minutes

after you get raided
by the cops?

Yeah. So?

(line ringing)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Who's this?

Who are you?

You don't need to know who I am.

What do you want?

How do you know Joe Reilly?

I'm his brother.

Hey, hey, whoa! Whoa!

Come on, man, he's clean.

His brother, huh?

What kind of car
do you drive,

Joe Reilly's brother?

Wha-- Who is this?

You don't answer
right now,

I'll put a bullet in his brain.

Please, Kenny, I can vouch!

I drive a '71 Chevelle.

What kind of car
does your brother drive?

A '71 Chevelle.

Who is this?

What the hell is this about?

(line clicks)

See?

You see, he's clean.

He's clean.
There's no problem.

I'm now down two guys.
We have a big shipment

coming in Wednesday.

We'll handle it.

I find out one of
you tipped the cops,

you'll end up on the
front page of the paper,

like that Watkins family.

You don't have
to worry about us.

Where is the shipment coming in?

You don't need to know that yet.

But there's someone
I want you to work with.

Guys...

this is Max.

You're gonna be working
with him from now on.

Here we go, Max Fagan,
greatest hits.

Criminal possession
of a weapon, assault.

He was even acquitted
of murder after trial.

Great, let's collar him.

We don't have enough.

What are you talking about?
You just said he killed

an entire family
and he killed our vic.

We don't have
probable cause for arrest.

We got a witness
who just told us--

He said he heard it
was Max-- hearsay.

Oh, my...

This guy's gotten off
for murder once before.

These charges got to stick.

Okay, genius, what'd you
find at the crime scene?

Half a dozen shell casings,
that's about it.

DANNY:
Yeah, not much. Look.

It's obvious
these cases are connected.

We gotta get this guy
off the street

before he kills someone else.

Great, you guys can
work it together.

I talked to our guys
working with ATF.

Word is that Weber doesn't
trust her own shadow.

I kind of got that
from our meeting.

But, by all accounts,
she's good at her job,

and well respected.

Well, my concern

is keeping my grandson alive.

His boss called me,
checking up on him.

So they're definitely
sniffing around.

You think he's been made?

I think I put him at ease.

But... they're raised up.

Maybe we need to pull him out.

Problem is
that I haven't been able

to reach him since yesterday.

What about the GPS on his car?

It stopped transmitting shortly
after Danny ran into him.

Could be he's just laying low.

(sighs)

Or he's in trouble.

We noticed you got a security
camera in the building.

Yeah?

We need to see the footage
from yesterday morning.

It's on a hard drive.

We'll wait.

Max Fagan live
in this building?

Yeah, he's a model tenant.

You see him at all
yesterday morning?

SAM:
Yeah, saw him walking his dog.

DANNY:
What time was that?

(dog barks)

MAX:
Hey, Sam?

Everything all right?

Yeah, hey, these detectives

are asking me about you.

Well, here I am.

So now you can ask me directly.

DANNY: Detective Reagan,
Detective Abetemarco.

We're investigating, uh,

some robberies

in the area.

ABETEMARCO: Where were
you yesterday morning

between the hours
of 7:00 a.m. and 10:00 a.m.?

In my apartment.

Might've stepped out
to walk my dog.

Can anyone verify that?

CHARLOTTE:
I can verify.

And who are you?

I'm his girlfriend. Charlotte.

Why? Am I a suspect?

No, we were
just wondering

if you saw
anything unusual.

Nope.

Sorry, guys,
the memory card is full.

I don't have any footage
from yesterday.

That's too bad, but I'll be
sure to keep my eye open

for anything suspicious.
Come on.

You do that.

(rapid scratching)

I think the boss was
thinking one of us is a cop.

Yeah, that's
crazy, right?

He's paranoid, but, still,
he's not the kind of guy

you want questioning
your loyalty.

I've seen what he does
to people.

Damn!

Try this.

It's my lucky medal.

Saint Jude?

Yep.

Patron saint
of hopeless cases.

It was my dad's.

"JR"? That's his initials?

Yeah, Joe Reilly.

I was named after him.

So this guy Max...

What do you know
about him?

He's Cook's muscle.

Anybody that crosses Cook,
Max takes them out.

Hmm.

Never to be see again.

So how do you know he's not
planning something for us, then,

having us work with him?

(laughs)
It worked.

I won four bucks--
I can buy two more of these.

Why do you play these?

If I hit it rich,
I can quit.

Okay, and then what?

Open a crepe place.

Crepes?

Yeah, when I was little,
my nana used to take me

to Coney Island.
There was a little

hole in the wall spot there,
sold crepes.

Every day there was
a line around the corner.

So how'd you end up
running guns, then?

My dad got me into it.

I got into this
'cause of my dad, too.

Well, maybe after this
next buy, I can walk away.

You might want to do it
while you still can, man.

You never know
what might happen.

That's why I don't
trust anybody.

Except you.

Max Fagan's girlfriend,
Charlotte, confirms his alibi.

ABETEMARCO:
We're checking their phones
to see if it gives us

their location
at the time of the murders.

(knocking)

Hi.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

Special Agent Evans, this is
Detective Reagan, my brother.

Also working the case.

I just met

your sister-in-law yesterday.
How many of you are there?

A whole bunch of us.

Agent Evans is ATF.

Mm-hmm, so you're
following the gun?

And the shooter.
As I'm sure Erin

already told you,
we think

Max is responsible for at least

five murders down in Georgia.

Mm, too bad you're not good
at catching him.

Well, I guess you're not,
either.

I would've caught him already,
but my hands are tied.

Can we stay focused, please?

Mm-hmm.

How can I help you?

Ballistics compared
the bullets

from our homicides

to the Watkins
family murders.

It's a match.

So ballistics tie
the murders together,

but don't tie it to Max Fagan.

DANNY: Okay, but there's
got to be something

at the Watkins family
crime scene that connects

Max Fagan.

Hairs were found.

Which turned out
not to be human.

DANNY:
Great.

And the family didn't
have any pets.

The family didn't have any pets.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Max has a dog.

DANNY:
Yes, he does.

Okay, so you know
what you have to do.

I got nothing.

Why'd you have to
bring up dog hairs

at the crime scene anyway?

This is brutal.

You're telling me.

There's only one left.

Well, I'm not digging in it.

Well, I'm not either.

Fine, we'll flip for it.

That's fine.

Call it.

Tails.

Heads.

Son of a bitch!

(chuckles)

(groans)

Knock yourself out.

Why is it every time
I have a case with you

I'm sifting through garbage?

Well, you got a nose
for garbage.

Every bet I make
with you I lose.

Well, that's because I have
a two-headed coin.

You bastard.

(laughs):
Keep digging.

Ah.

Got it.

There you go.

That wasn't so bad, was it?

HENRY:
Pass the potatoes, please.

SEAN:
Sure thing, Pops.

It's really good, Erin.

I like these
roasted potatoes.

Thank you.

SEAN: Yeah, well,
there's gonna be

a lot of leftovers,
especially

because Grandpa, Dad and
Uncle Jamie are barely eating.

And barely talking.

JANKO:
I don't know what's worse,

you guys arguing
or not saying a word.

Anyone care to fill us in?

DANNY:
Don't ask me.

Talk to Dad or Jamie.

They're the ones keeping
all the secrets.

Okay, what's going on?

DANNY:
You're not gonna get
nothing out of them.

I'll just say that
gun trafficking

operation we're working--

you know, the one with the
family that was massacred?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

There's been a man on
the inside the whole time.

ERIN:
Great.

DANNY: Yeah, great.

Except you won't
think it's great

when you find out
who it is.

You're so anxious to share.

Just tell 'em.

Fine. Since you won't, I will.

You guys know the Reagan
that we never even knew

existed, who showed up

and then vanished without
a trace or an explanation?

Well, now we know why.

Joe Hill is the man
on the inside.

What?

Joe's working undercover?

Don't ask me.
Ask your husband.

He's known the whole time.

Is this true?

Yes.

Just like his dad.

I don't need you
to remind me, Sean.

How long?

Six months.

SEAN:
So right around the time

you told us that he was
taking time off.

You lied to us.

Nobody lied.

Joe reached out to me
about a week after that.

ATF had contacted him.

He wanted to work undercover.
That's it.

Great, so nothing
too dangerous.

How long have you known?

Since the beginning.

You didn't
tell anyone?

You couldn't tell me?

He shouldn't,
so he couldn't.

Come on, Eddie,
you're a cop.

You've gotta know
if he could share that weight

he's carrying on his shoulders,
he would.

DANNY:
Okay, how about the weight
we would have felt

if Joe would have died
the same way his father did?

Killed by a cop while he
was working undercover.

And what if I was the cop?

I could have been.

If we knew he was working
in the city,

we would have told you.

Yeah, well, you didn't.

If you were his handler, Danny,

you would have done
the exact same thing.

How could you let him do this?

Joe asked to do it.

So what?

He's a grown man.
It's his choice.

Look, it's as simple
as it is complicated.

It is my job to keep
my people safe.

And none of you had
a need to know.

Excuse me.

♪ ♪

So how's that weight
on your shoulders?

To be honest, it's, uh...

getting heavier.

I remember.

It freights on you
until you have no choice

but to come out from under it.

You made the right decision,
Francis.

He's a good cop.

Like his father.

Yeah.

Rest of the family,
they'll come around.

They're just scared for him,
that's all.

They're not the only ones.

(sighs)

You've got to stop
doing this, Jamie.

What?

Retreating into yourself.

That's not what I'm doing.

That's what
you're all doing.

Did it sound like anyone
at that family dinner today

was retreating?

Listen, I love you guys,
I do.

But whenever anything hits
a little too close to home,

you all just find some way
to bottle it up.

(exhales) Thank you, Dr. Phil.

I'm being serious, Jamie.

This happened to me

and my family
when my dad cheated.

We never talked
about any of it.

Those wounds, they don't...
they don't go anywhere.

They just fester.

And that's why
we could not forgive him.

I would hate to see that
happen to you.

The dog hairs
from both crime scenes

match Max's dog.

So, unless the dog is
the murderer,

that puts Max at both scenes.

So can we arrest this guy now?

It's still circumstantial.

DANNY:
Oh, my God.

You're kidding me.

ERIN: Look, it ties
the murders together,

but it doesn't tie Max Fagan
to either directly.

Let me arrest him
on anything.

It'll buy us some time

that we need.

We can't arrest this guy
for nothing.

Please.

Do it.

(sighs)

(door opens)

She's back, and she's pissed.

Want to let her cool off?

Nah.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

I'm not sure I know
what you mean.

Did you order
Detective Hill

to only communicate
with Sergeant Reagan?

It is too dangerous
for him to have

multiple points of contact.

That is not your call.

It's his, and he made it.

You are interfering
in a federal investigation.

(scoffs): We want to shut down
this organization

as much as you do,
but not at the expense

of my detective.

Your detective has been
under my command

for the last six months
without incident.

I don't mind working together
with you, Commissioner,

but you think now
you're gonna tell me

how to run my operation?

Only in how it relates
to Detective Hill.

If something happens to him,
it's gonna be on you.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Everything okay?

I don't know.

(exhales)

Evans, you take the back.
Abetemarco, you take mine.

Detectives.

How can I help you?

DANNY: You can't.

We're going to see Max.

Actually, he left here
about an hour ago.

Had a couple of suitcases
with him.

Where the hell'd he go?

Don't know.

It seemed like he was
in a hurry.

Let's go.

(tire wrench whirring)

I'm telling you, man,
this thing has a bad aura.

Come on.

It's only my second flat.

Plus the time you had
engine trouble.

Buy you some sage or something.

(laughs)

Yeah, you do that.

Buy me some sage.

Almost done.

Thanks.

You mind taking a look
under the hood while we're here,

just to make sure
everything's okay?

Sure thing.

What do you think of
the power train on this guy?

(hood unlatches)

3.6 V6 Pentastar.

You're thinking of the 300S.

The Chrysler 300c has got

the 6.4 liter hemi. V8.

Mm.

I gotta take a leak.

I talked to my dad.

We want to pull you
off the operation.

What are you talking about?

It's getting too dangerous.

Jamie, I'm good. We're about
to make a huge buy.

There's a new guy, Max Fagan.

He's orchestrating
a purchase of 75 guns

he'll bring up from Georgia.

Well, what do we know
about this new guy?

We're meeting him at 2:00
tomorrow to go to the deal.

After that, I'll come in.

All right, make sure
you go in your car, okay?

They're replacing the GPS
tracker on it now.

Copy that.

Give me your phone.

I got you one
with a transmitter.

All right. Joe,

If anything doesn't feel safe,
just walk away.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, guys, we're all done here.

Well, that about does it.

Yeah, for now.

I'll let you guys out.

For now.

(indistinct chatter)

What are you doing here?

I wanted to keep you
in the loop about Joe.

Little late for that,
don't you think?

Do you know where I was
when our brother Joe got killed?

No.

I was sitting in a class
learning about

mergers and acquisitions.

At his funeral,

I was the only man in the family

not wearing a uniform.

So?

So, even though
I grew up with it,

I wasn't really a part of it
back then.

You know?

No, I don't know.

You were a part
of his family.

It doesn't matter if
you were a cop or not.

No...

I mean, I don't know
what you're getting at.

When Dad came to me about this,

I felt like it was
my chance to make amends.

There's nothing you
could've done to protect Joe.

I can do something
to protect his son.

(sighs)

I just don't want
to screw this up.

That's all keeping
this secret was ever about.

Great, well,

I hope you get whatever it is

you're looking to get out of it.

I think Joe's in trouble, Danny.

Well, that's hazards of the job.

You know?
Comes with the territory.

I asked him to come in,
and he's insisting

on one more buy,

a big one with some new guy
named Max Fagan.

Erin and I are
looking at Max Fagan

for a string of homicides.

The Watkins family murders?

Yeah. And another
vic of mine.

Max Fagan's a bad guy.

Can you get in touch with Joe?

Not before the buy,
not without risking his cover.

I need your help.

Okay.

(door opens)

Hey. Want to grab some lunch?

Uh, no.

No, thanks.

(door closes)

Okay. So, who in your family's
in danger?

What are you talking about?

Come on, I saw that look
between you and Danny

when we were talking
about arresting Max.

And I've never seen you okay an
arrest without probable cause.

Jamie? Eddie?

I know it's not Danny.

Joe Hill.

He's working undercover with
that gunrunning organization.

Do you think
my family is cursed?

I know where
you're going with this.

And I know that your mom
and Linda

both died young,
and your brother Joe

was killed working
undercover.

Yeah. And now his son
is in the same exact position.

Why do you have to be
defined by tragedy?

Why can't you be

defined by your blessings?

Hey, you guys are
the luckiest family that I know.

When I heard

that Joe's son was undercover
with this group,

it was like a-a gut punch.

Because you didn't
know about it?

Because it brought back
all of those memories.

(phone buzzing)

I understand.

Hang on.

Hello?

I'm scared.

Why? What's wrong?

The guys who were protecting me
are gone.

The detail's not there?

No.

Okay. Uh, I'll be right there.

That was Sarah.

She said her detail is gone.

What?

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

It'll only take a minute.

You're gonna
make us late.

It's the Mega Millions.

It's up to $1.2 billion.

I got to buy
a couple.

All right. Hurry up.

And buy me one.

(ringing)

Yeah.

JOE:
It's Joe.

Where are you, Joe?

Well, I can't really talk
right now, but, uh,

Jamie told me you guys
were worried about me.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Just wanted to call, wanted
to let you know that I'm okay.

I promise.

Yeah, well, watch your six.

I got to go.

I love you, Grandpa.

(phone crackles, beeps)

(sighs)

(sighs)

Looks like two shots
to the chest.

She was DOA.

ABETEMARCO:
No signs of a struggle?

OFFICER:
No. And no
forced entry.

Anthony.

Get out. We're taking my car.

Why? I thought I was driving.

(laughs softly) I don't care
what you thought. Let's go.

Come on, man, I got
the nice seats and everything.

I'm not gonna
say it again.

Get out of the car, now.

Come on, Joe.

All right, all right.

Take it easy.

JAMIE:
They're switching cars.

DANNY:
I see.

Let Aviation know in
case they missed it.

JAMIE:
We're gonna lose the GPS feed

in Joe's car.

DANNY:
We got eyes on him

in the air and on the ground.

His wire's still good.

We won't lose him.

We could just go in
and take down Max right now.

But we could also
put him in danger if we do.

Let's just
stay on him.

(tires screeching)

Okay, they're on the move.

DANNY: Yeah.

Danny, Sarah Watkins
was murdered.

DANNY:
Sarah was murdered by who?

By Max?

Don't know, just got here.

Two bullets to the chest.

And he left two more bullets
standing on the counter.

It's Max.
He's sending a message.

Joe's in a car right now
with him.

Danny, stay close to him.

I will.

Hey, I talked to the detail.

Evans told them that,
uh, he'd watch over Sarah

until they got back from meal.

Did you call Evans?

Yeah, there's no answer.

When I called ATF, they said
he doesn't work there anymore.

What?

He retired months ago.

(tires screeching)

(classical music playing)

So, where's this going down?

Guessing somewhere
out in Jamaica, right?

You'll find out
when we get there.

♪ ♪

It's just us in here, Max.

Is it really, though?

What's that
supposed to mean?

You guys ever been
to Spark's Deli?

They have the best heroes there.

TARU:
Aviation just lost
the bead on them.

We need to get closer.

He said Spark's Deli.

That's on Borden Avenue.
Make a left up here.

(tires screeching)

Let me see your phone.

Why?

Because I said so.

Okay.

Look, the boss played this game
already, man. We're good.

JOE: Hey!

DICKSON:
Hey, what the hell, man?

Shh. Both of you,
not another word.

(tires screeching)

♪ ♪

All right, we gonna slow down?

(engine revs)

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

(horns honking)

What are you doing?

I said shut up!

(tires screeching)

We just lose his wire?

Looks that way.

He's made.

Max knows.

Forget the buy.

We got to end this now.

Yep. Hang on.

(tires screeching)

Any word?

No.

Well, I thought we could
wait and worry together.

I'd like that.

How are you doing?

Oh, I'm getting by.

(sighs)
He did call me a while ago,

said he was okay.

And then he hung up
before I could ask him anything.

Did he say anything else?

He said one other thing.

He said, "I love you, Grandpa."

(door opens)

We've lost transmission
from Joe.

And the follow van
lost eyes on him.

What about Aviation?

They're looking, too,
but nothing yet.

(sighs)

We already checked that street.

I know.

Has Aviation got a bead on them?

Not yet.

Hold on.

ShotSpotter picked up gunshots,
a few blocks ahead.

Stay straight. Go, go, go.

Oh, my God.

Jamie.

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