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If your toddler doesn't sleep
and cries all night,

it might very well be gas

that has you on the verge

of a nervous breakdown.

First, pick him or her up,

stomach down, gently patting...

Kind of like a football, right?

And you pat him gently.

You can even rock him

going round and round
in circles,

like stirring a big pot of soup.

Bob, bob, bob, bob.

Aw, what's he gonna be
when he grows up?

A basketball?

If all this doesn't help...

Face. Hair. Football.

Take it family life's
just peachy.

A week ago,
it was just me at the house.

Now I got a crying toddler
keeping me up at night

and a mama I barely know.

You knew her well enough
to make the toddler.

Plus, she keeps
texting me every minute.

"Pick up sippy cups,
pick up diapers.

Pick up this, pick up that."

I don't even know
what a sippy cup is.

Is this you asking
me for advice?

Because, normally,

I'd love to help,
Lasalle, I really would,

but I'm back home in DC in about
a minute and a half.

Except the problem is,
you're the only one that knows.

Right.

That is the problem.

It's a little awkward,
don't you think?

I mean, I thought you would
have told Country Mouse

about it by now.

I'm Country Mouse, all right?

Percy, she's City Mouse.
You know what?

You ought to talk to Pride
about this.

That man's got more homespun
advice than Dr. Phil.

I heard he's got a daughter;
she turned out all right.

Yo, yo, yo, what's up?

Percy, hey.
What's up?

What's up?

What's going on?

Nothing.

Uh... huh?

Talk to Pride.

Morning, Sonja.
- Hey.

You making enough for two?
Sure.

I got it.

Oh, great.

Something on your mind?

No, I'm good.

Okay, can you tell me
what's wrong with Lasalle?

He's jumpy, he's
getting these texts.

He looks like a zombie,
but he won't tell me about it.

Does seem a little bit
distracted lately.

Right. So.

When's the "Pride talking to"
scheduled?

Doesn't work like that.

He'll come around

when he's ready.
Ready, ready, right.

See, the thing is,
he already told FBI.

She's obviously
hip to it, so...

I think he's ready.

Pride.

Okay... Okay.

Got to get the coffee to go.

We got a dead sailor
by St. Mary's Park.

There's Loretta.

Fresh chicory...

in hopes that you will
tell me all you know.

Bribery's not needed, Dwayne.

But it's always happily
encouraged.

So, across the street
a rowdy motorcycle rally,

thousands of "American outlaws"
in town.

Can't say I didn't
expect a casualty,

just didn't expect it
to be yours.

Well, the Vic
is Lloyd Fillibert.

BU1 stationed
in Gulfport, Mississippi.

There's paperwork
from the Oasis Motel.

Feet away from Bike Week's
festival grounds.

Seabee was visiting
for the biggest

motorcycle rally
in the South.

Question is...

how'd the ride turn deadly?

Well, here's the basics.

It's a small caliber round.

It entered through
the rear of the rib cage,

perforated the
poor soul's heart.

It was a clean shot.

Was dead in seconds.

That kind of an eye for detail,

we're not looking at
an accidental shooting.

Try road rage.

NOPD tells us your Vic
was lined up for a street race.

Well, that would explain
the burnt rubber.

I'm guessing maybe... 20 bikers?

And if Fillibert was shot
at close range...

The killer was one of them.

Motorcycle race goes down
in New Orleans,

there's gonna be onlookers,
Chris.

Well, I already checked.

Either the witnesses
fled from the scene

or they have a case
of selective memory.

May have been afraid to rat
on the wrong club.

MCs can go anywhere

from harmless weekend warriors

to elaborate crime syndicates.

Seen my share at ATF to know.

It's smart to keep quiet.

Victim was a member
of the Brothers at Arms.

Club's got a long-standing
history in New Orleans.

Started as an honorable idea.

Disenfranchised vets
without home or purpose

banded together
to give them both.

Supposed to do good
after Katrina.

But...

Others didn't want
them on their turf.

Yeah, 'cause the turf
belonged to the Niners.

Bad motorcycle gang.

Drug dealing,
trafficking weapons...

I used to go after them
when I was with ATF.

Tried to root them out,
but turned out

they were too well entrenched.

Yeah, smart, too.

Somehow made the vets look
like they were the bad guys.

Didn't help back then
that some folks thought

all vets were damaged
goods and violent.

Even though they were
really here to help rebuild?

Niners viewed them as a threat,
just wanted them gone.

Sucked them into a fight,
innocent people got hurt,

and the vets
took the blame

for all the unrest.

The city...
quick to judge,

so they left.
- And now this

for a warm welcome.
Speak of the devil.

There's the Niners
right there.

Oh.

He didn't spot me, did he?

Who?

I think she's talking
about the cute guy,

tribals on a tank,
Johnny Depp circa 1990.

Know him I take it?

Yeah, sort of.

He was an ATF informant.

Ramon.

Ramon?

Is he a Niner?

No, he used to build

custom bikes... or
at least he used to.

He's probably here
for the rally.

Okay.

Percy, Gregorio,
deep-dive both clubs,

get us caught up
on everybody involved.

Chris and I
are gonna go figure out

what happened to the victim.

See who'd want

him dead and why.

Don't scratch it, Yankee.

What?

Overly casual response,

one-sided shoulder shrug,

lowered voice.

I know a good cover
when I see it.

I'm sorry?

Oh, please, hot informant,
Ramon?

I'm a profiler,

remember?

Yeah, obviously not a good one.

I'm driving.

I'm not one to pry,

Christopher.

It's none of
my business...

unless it's something
that affects work,

but you got something going on
and you need

to talk...

I can handle it, King.

Don't worry.

I'm not worrying.

Just... here if
you need me.

Well... just might be a...
bigger conversation is all.

I'm still...

trying to sort it
all out and...

I want to do this

the right way.

Keep an open mind, but...

Specifics would be helpful.

I think I might be a dad, King.

Or I mean...

I am a dad.

I had no idea until this...

woman shows up with a baby boy.

Oh.

Yeah, exactly.

Like I said,
a bigger conversation.

Well, we're here.

Hold that thought.

Vets look like they're
going somewhere.

Not yet they're not.

Now, easy, Chris.
You come up on the vets

barrel first,

lose any chance
of cooperation.

Trust me.

Oh, you badging us now?

Captain Hogan.

My partner,

Christopher Lasalle.

Not here

to arrest anyone, just...

just want to talk.

How you been? A long time.

Well, not long enough
to forget how cops

come investigating us

when it's one of our
own getting killed.

City sent you to make
us leave, Pride?

A lot of things went wrong,
I admit.

Yeah, it did. We got chased
out of town like a bunch

of criminals all because

NOPD was too afraid
to take on the real outlaws.

We're not NOPD.

Here for information,

not accusations.

Need to know why you came back.

Okay? It might help us find out
who killed your man.

Save the tax dollars, Sheriff.

Niners killed Fillibert.
Easy as that.

And how are you so sure?

My club came back for the rally.

Thought after ten years,
maybe we'd start over,

places still need
rebuilding.

Barely crossed state line
'fore we hear

that the Niners
are planning something.

Now, one of
'em must've

convinced him to run
in their race

as a-a peace offering.

Got Fillibert shot instead.

He was racing the Niners?

Surrounded him, ten to one.
Then one of them killed him.

I'm not waiting on the law
to do the right thing

this time.
- Okay,

you want to make a fresh start?

You don't want
to be called criminals?

You go out there, retaliate,

that's all you're gonna be.

Know you've been mistreated
in the past.

That doesn't make this right.

Got to give me
a chance here, Hogan.

Let us find out
who killed your man.

We'll bring him to justice.

You better.

Still, you should probably

tell Percy what's going
on at some point.

She's concerned,
hopes you're okay.

Hey, I know I should.

But I'm scared Percy's gonna
whup my butt for being stupid.

Well, she might.

Listen, this is a tough one.

You'll figure it out.

All right. About the Niners.

Yeah.
- I know they got

a rap sheet
and there's a lot of bad blood

between them and the vets,

but do you really think
Fillibert's the casualty

of a ten-year-old grudge?
It's hard

not to consider it, based on how
and where he was killed.

Still, why do you think
the Niners are gonna talk to us?

'Cause they don't want the law
up and in their business

any more
than they do the vets.

All I know is we
got to figure out

what's going on

before things escalate.

Thanks, Chief. Appreciate it.

Marshal's ruling out

any accidental explosion.

Sebastian's almost done inside,
thinks he might have something.

How many casualties?
Five, two critical.

All Niners?

Yeah, apparently they were
holding a meeting inside.

Which means
whoever did this...

Knew they'd be here.

I know you don't want to hear
it, King, but maybe the vets...

Could've taken justice in
their own hands. I know.

Doesn't make sense, though.

If Hogan had
already planned this,

why send us over here
so we could see it all?

Hey! You!

What are you gonna do
about this, huh?

You gonna arrest
these bastards or not?

Morrow.

You know him?
Leader of the Niners.

You need to calm
down, take it easy.

I figured it'd be you
working on this case.

Just like ten years ago, huh?
Both know damn well who did it.

We're not jumping to conclusions,
just like we're not jumping to conclusions

about who shot one
of their men either.

You protecting them?

Is that what this is?
Just because they're vets?

- This has nothing to do with them being...
- Hey!

Hey, hey.
We got it under control.

All right?

So, why don't you just back off?

He ought to be more grateful.
He's lucky to be alive.

What'd you find, Sebastian?

Uh, mostly shrapnel.

Looks like it came
from some kind of detonator.

I'm thinking
improvised explosives device.

IED.

Anything on the explosives?

Yeah. Matter of fact,
got to finally use

my laser-induced
breakdown spectroscope again.

It identifies
explosives on site.

Also fulfills my lifelong dream
of wielding a laser gun.

What exactly did it identify?
Well,

given the nitroglycerin base,
sorbents, and stabilizers,

it looks
like old-school dynamite.

Used mostly
just for demolition these days.

Demolished it is.

Tell me things.

Well,
there's good news and bad news.

Gonna spare you the choice.

ATF still classifies the Niners
as a motorcycle gang.

Two of 'em are up
on murder charges as we speak.

FBI also shows several
attempted sting ops

on racketeering charges,

though nothing's stuck so far.

Anything on the vets?

That's the good news.
Other than a few bar fights,

they check out clean.

Yeah, in fact, city hall shows

Fillibert pulled up a permit
six months ago.

Apparently the vets were
planning to help build

affordable housing
in Broadmoor.

Broadmoor's where they tried

to build ten years ago.
Yeah.

Right after that jerk
stole the Katrina funds.

McKinley.

How do you know about McKinley?

Long story.

Any chance

Fillibert's permit
gave the vets access

to demolition explosives?

Looking into it.

Here. Shows the order
of a pickup last week. Why?

That what blew up
the Niners' shop?

You thinking the vets
retaliated for Fillibert?

Every sign's pointing
in that direction.

It just...
doesn't make sense though.

See where Loretta's at
on Fillibert's autopsy.

Maybe we can match bullet
to gun.

Chris'll go to the hospital,
find out what the vics know.

Coming back to the squad room?
No.

Pay another visit to the vets.
This time with a warrant.

We need to hustle here.
Bring in Fillibert's killer

and the bomber before things
get out of control.

Thanks.

Hey! What are you doing here?

You are supposed to be
arresting Fillibert's killer!

I'm still investigating that.

Also investigating who blew up
the Niners' bike shop.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, I hope
that's true.

'Cause a lot of people
got hurt.

All I know so far
is that, uh,

demolition explosives
were used over there.

Oh, jumping to
conclusions again, huh?

Par the course
for you people.

Just gathering evidence.

But I got to tell you,

if you or your boys
didn't do it,

somebody's working awful hard
to make it look like you did.

Maybe, uh, history
repeating itself again?

Maybe. Only way to prove
you didn't retaliate, though,

is to make sure that
the explosives don't match.

Evidence. That'll
square you away.

You got a warrant?

Do I need one?

There you go.

I brought one
just in case.

Just so we're clear.

If this comes back a match,

next time I'll come back
with arrest warrants.

Just saying,

you know I know.
I know you know what?

That there's more
to this Ramon thing

than you're letting on to,
and the more you pretend

there's not, the more
I know there is.

Girl,
you need to get a life.

Sorry, my life's back in DC.

This is all I got.
- Look.

I worked a case with ATF,
an arms pipeline,

uh, run by another
motorcycle gang.

Ramon built them some bikes,

and I used him to get in,
that's it.

You screwed him.
What?

You gonna say you didn't?

Okay.

Well, first do you want
to tell me how you knew

about McKinley stealing
those Katrina funds?

Uh-huh.

Yeah. Looks like I'm not
the only one with secrets.

Work. Shall we?

The bullet was a .22 caliber,

but more interesting
is a piece of fiber

I found inside the bullet wound.

So, not from what Fillibert
was wearing, I take it?

No, and it had trace amounts

of gunshot residue on it,
which means...

It came from the discharge.
Shooter's clothing?

That's the theory.
- Yeah.

Killer rolls up to Fillibert,

gun concealed under his jacket,

pulls the trigger...
Shoots through it,

delivering us the breadcrumb.

And...

Hmm?

The most important thing, dear.

Yes. Uh, I might be able
to recover

touch DNA and ID your killer.
I just need a little time.

Something we don't have much of.
Is there anything

you can tell us now, help us
narrow down the suspect pool?

Well, the questionable
fashion choice might help.

The fiber came from
a gold metallic thread,

which means either it was

Liberace, or...
The one motorcycle gang

flying gold patches.

The Niners.

All I heard

from the hospital was how bad
the Niners want payback.

Well, vets do, too,
from everything I can gather.

But if they're the ones that
blew up the Niners' shop,

then they already
got their payback.

Unless they're not the ones
that blew it up.

Well, I don't know
who else could've.

The vets are loaded for bear.

Do we have
an explosives match yet?

Sebastian's still analyzing.
It's hard to think

it's not just an eye for an eye.
Yeah,

and it's only
gonna get worse, too.

We can't stand by and let
two motorcycle clubs

take justice
into their own hands.

You mean continue taking it
into their own hands?

Problem is, we don't have enough
leads yet to draw

any conclusions,
let alone make any arrests.

Well, next move is the Niners.

Now, how do we stop them

before we get any more leads?

Ramon?

What?

Your old informant?

I mean, we saw him running
with the Niners, didn't we?

Might be our only way in,
plus Percy already has a cover.

No way we get
a UC in any faster.

I don't know.

Just sayin', she's got both the
cover and the chops to do it.

Well, thanks. I think.

You think your cover's
still good?

Yeah, I mean...

I was long gone
when the raid went down.

Besides, Ramon wasn't part
of the gang we busted,

he was just my source.

There's no way he made me.

He could get us
valuable information,

maybe even enough to keep
this thing from escalating,

but if you're not comfortable,
then I don't...

No, no.

Gregorio's right.

I'll do it.

All right.
She has to wear a wire.

We have to be able to pull her
out if things get squirrely.

Agreed.

Gregorio.

You and Patton back her up.
Wait,

why Gregorio?
Maybe because

I've done a million
backups already at FBI.

Don't worry, I got your back.

All right, we'll work the case
from outside.

You let us know
the moment you hear anything.

Copy that.

Go get wired.

Just gotta say, I'd feel
a lot more comfortable

if I were backing her up.

Yeah, well, I think
you got enough

on your plate
right now, Chris.

Besides, as much as those
two bark at each other,

they're good together.

They just don't
know it yet.

("Let It Burn"
by Blackberry Smoke playing)

♪ Well, if I had a nickel
for every line ♪

♪ This town put on my face ♪

♪ If I had a dime for every time... ♪

And we're live.

What?

You park an FBI surveillance
van in this town,

and you'll stand out
like a sore thumb.

Oh, and the A-Team's was the
only alternative? I'm sorry.

Crafty pop culture reference,
Mrs. T.

Way they work, though,
only encourage my nerdism.

Ah.

Y'all better have this feed up

because I'm about
to make contact.

♪ Just as long as
I get out... ♪

I'm sorry,
but, uh...

do we know each other?

Holy crap, you gotta
be kidding me.

Where the hell
have you been, Sunny?

Around.
Sunny?

Oh, yeah, he likes her.

Buy me a drink, Ramon?

♪ To get a little behind
and have a man ♪

♪ Come and take it back ♪

What's that sound?

Pretty sure it's kissing.

I missed you.

I missed you, too.

You think...

Yeah, she screwed him.

No doubt.

I just...
just still don't believe it.

Two years. What happened?

Where'd you go?
Why'd you leave?

I don't know,
I was just...

dealing with some
stuff, you know?

Stuff. Like what?

Come on, I deserve
to know, Sunny.

You and me, we got close,

and then you just...
up and disappeared.

You never even said good-bye.

I know.
I'm sorry.

It was probably a good thing

you left when you did, though.

Everybody got busted
right afterwards.

Apparently, somebody
ratted us out.

Yeah, but you didn't
get busted, right?

No, thanks to you.

How much did Percy say

about this Ramon dude, exactly?
Not enough, obviously.

Yeah, but you didn't
do anything wrong, right?

You were just building
bikes for them, right?

Yeah, pretty much.
Yo, looks like Percy's hiding

more than just a hook-up.

Neglected to mention

that Ramon didn't get busted
because she saved him.

You calling Pride?

No, FBI. I got a bad
feeling about this guy.

I want to know exactly
who we're dealing with,

for Percy's sake.
Which means...

if you haven't
felt the urge

to hack into
the ATF database,

get access to our
undercover ops,

now would be the
time-- just sayin'.

But isn't that illegal,
Agent Gregorio?

Don't ask, don't tell, right?

That really did a number on me.

I didn't eat, couldn't sleep.

You know I was riding
around Texas, Nevada,

all the way out to California
trying to find you?

Well, I'm here now,
aren't I?

Well, it's better late
than never.

Can't keep avoiding her,
you know.

Yeah, I know, but
she can't keep

calling all the
time, either.

I gotta focus on work.

Work isn't always
an excuse, Chris.

How well you know this girl?

Not very.

I mean,
that's the problem.

Look, you know how
I used to be,

after Savannah's death.

It was dark times,
sleeping around.

It's not something
I'm proud of.

And it's not who I am
anymore, either.

But...

I honestly don't
know what to do.

Still, I can't
just... walk away.

But I don't know if
I'm ready for all this.

I gotta ask--

you sure the baby's yours?

Boy, he looks like me.

And the math
definitely works.

Then the only way to deal
with something like this

is head-on.

It can't be easy
for the mom, either.

But one thing's
for sure...

it's not something
you can avoid.

Call her back.

I'll see where
Sebastian's at.

Hate to pressure you,
Sebastian, all right?

I'll take anything
you got.

Well, what I got, I don't think
you're gonna like.

I reassembled most
of the IED,

and either your bomber's got
pristine Googling skills,

or he's got
a military background.

Okay, well, what about
the explosives?

That's more bad news.

It's a perfect match
to the sample

you brought back from
the construction site.

I mean, there's
no doubt about it.

I don't want to believe that.

Why would the vets
come back here

after all these years
just to get sucked back into

what drove 'em out
in the first place, only worse?

Well, old grudges die hard.

Nobody's done more
to support veterans

than you have, Dwayne.

You just can't
save 'em all.

I know.

Still, it's disappointing,
if it's true.

Something like this stains
the whole veteran community.

What are you gonna do?

What I have to do--
arrest Captain Hogan.

ATF says Percy was UC
on a gun-running pipeline

about two years back.

Easy Rider, he
just fixed bikes.

He did the occasional run,
but he was a small fish.

Percy played the player
so she could get in.

That's it? Nothing else
in her case file on Ramon?

No. In fact, she barely
mentioned him at all.

Did you guys find anything
on him at the FBI?

Just some petty stuff.

Still doesn't change
my gut on the guy.

Hangs out with too many bad guys

without being dirtier
than Percy thinks he is.

Love is blind.

Yeah, deaf and dumb, too.

Pride, you're on speaker.

Is Sonja okay?

Percy? Yeah, why?
What's wrong?

Hogan's missing.

We just went to bring him in,

found his bike in a ditch

behind the construction site,

fresh blood on the tank,

tire tracks leading away.

Put Sebastian on it.

You think the Niners
kidnapped him?

I don't know what else to think.

We got a BOLO out on Hogan now,
and we're headed over

to the vets' clubhouse to see

if they know or saw anything.

I don't like where
this is heading.

If the Niners took Hogan,

things could get ugly
real quick.

We can't let Sonja get
caught up in the middle of it.

I'm on it.
We gotta get word to Percy.

The Niners gang just came up

to Ramon asking
for something.

Looks like something's
going down-- I'll find out what.

Hey, baby, next
round's on me.

Uh, look,
something's come up.

I gotta jam.

You gotta jam?
What do you mean?

Who are those guys,
anyway?

Nobody you want to piss off,
trust me.

Look, we'll have
to catch up later.

Are you just
gonna ditch me...

after all this time?

And here I was thinking

you wanted to know
why I left.

What is she doing?

Walk away now,
you'll never know.

All right, you can come,
but, uh, you still carrying?

The knife in the boot,
you still got it?

Yeah, why?

Don't give up your
knife, Percy. Don't do it.

Niners pat us down
and they find something bad,

we ain't going nowhere good.

Of course.

Trust me, I know what I'm doing.

Forget that, we gotta
get her out of there.

The wire's dead.

I'm out.

Excuse me.

Did you get anything
from the vets?

Other than they're
pissed off, no.

Now, how could you
lose Percy?

You're supposed
to be her backup.

What are you talking about?
We didn't know

she was gonna dump the wire.

She had to if she was
gonna stick with Ramon.

She could have let him
go without her,

but she's a pro,
she found a way.

Yeah, but she expected you

to have her back,
like you promised.

All right, that's enough.
Listen...

All right?

This isn't getting us anywhere.

For better or worse,
Percy's put herself

in position-- she's counting
on us to find her.

GPS her burner phone?

Burner phones, by nature,
don't track easy,

but I'm working on it.
Well, work faster.

If the Niners show up
with Hogan,

I don't want her ducking bullets

trying to save him by herself.

Yo, anybody home?

Please tell me you got
something for us.

Oh, I do. It's a brilliant idea.

I think you guys should
put a plasma in the courtyard.

Sebastian!

Right, okay, sorry.

Um, so I finally
got the results on the touch DNA

from the shooter's jacket.

I ran it against the Niners,
which was easy,

since they all have
a police record.

What'd you find?
Nothing.

No match, which means

Fillibert's killer
was not a Niner.

But he was wearing
a Niner jacket.

Yeah, because he wanted
to make it look like

the Niners shot him.

Right, well, to that point,

I also ran DNA recovery

on the IED explosives, uh,

but no match on any of the vets,
either.

Checked both navy
and DoD records, too.

So, what, you're saying
that neither the Niners

or the vets are responsible
for all this?

Well, you know,
I'm just a scientist

cooped up in a lab all day,

but if we go by the evidence,

then yeah. However,

the evidence also shows

that the DNA
from the killer's jacket

and the bomber's IED
are a match.

Which means?
A third party's

trying to set 'em both up--

trying to rekindle the feud.

But to what end?

I mean, who stands to gain

from them killing each other?

What we have to find out.

You hear this guy?

Just the right
amount of cocky, huh?

20 high.
- I gotcha.

Damn it.

I brought beer.

Yeah, about time.

What's going on
over there, anyway?

I don't know. How would I know?
I just build bikes, right?

Yeah, except I don't
see you building any.

Come on.

No, hold up.

You brought me all the way
out here to paradise pit,

I think I deserve to
know what's going on.

I just don't want us to get
in any kind of trouble.

We can't,
you're my lucky charm.

I don't get in any trouble
when you're around.

Come on, let's go catch up
in private.

Think I might have something.

I'll call you back.

Zoning maps?

I've been trying to figure out
who else

would want the Niners
and the vets fighting again,

but I keep coming up empty.

Then I started wondering
if maybe it was more about

somebody not wanting the vets
back in town at all.

Isn't that where they're trying
to build affordable housing?

Broadmoor?
- Mm-hmm.

After the vets were chased
out of New Orleans

and McKinley took off

with the FEMA funds,

whole neighborhood
went into litigation.

Been left for dead
ever since.

City released it
six months ago.

When Fillibert
got the permit.

City approved Fillibert
because of the vets,

but he wasn't the only one
with eyes on the land.

Developers been
wanting to rezone it

for commercial use for years.

Vets beat them
to the punch,

kept it residential.

So, what, it's a land grab?

Somebody wanted to

rekindle the feud

to get the vets
to leave again?

If the vets leave, city
releases the permits.

Yeah and Broadmoor
gets rebuilt,

but not for housing.

For profits.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, any idea
who the developers are?

I think I know.

If memory serves,

before McKinley ran off,

he put Broadmoor up
on fire sale.

If memory serves?

Not the point.

Keep going.

Yep, I thought so.

Company tied up in litigation--

Aufiero Partners.

Aufiero... Mob?

Out of New York,
originally, yeah.

Is that how you know
about all this?

Not the point.
But Ramon might be.

I think the Aufieros were
connected to that ATF case

Percy was working on
when she met him.

"Extortion, arms dealing,

drug running."
They all got busted,

but where does Ramon fit in?

He didn't get busted,
Percy made sure of that.

Long story.

There's got to be a reason why

his name never turns up,

but he always does.

Got him.

Ramon Vargas,
Tony Aveda, Leo Manzini.

Specializes
in trafficking weapons

under every name.

And always
for the Aufieros.

No wonder Percy didn't
turn him in, she had no idea.

It could be he's the one
who's instigating the feud

for the Aufieros.

Which means, yet again,

she has no idea.

Come on, Hogan.

Hold on, hold on.
- What?

- Move.
- Don't worry about it,

Move!
It doesn't matter.

What do you mean
it doesn't matter?

Look, that guy is beaten
to a pulp!

We got to do something.

What? Hold on, what the
hell are you talking about?

Never mind.
- Wait,

you trying to
take off on me?

- Ow.
- Is that what's going on?

- Hey, let go of me.
- No.

Now, look,
I saved your ass once.

You better not

push your luck now.

Ah, I keep losing the signal
on Percy's burner.

Either there's a lot
of interference,

or it's too remote.

Are we at least headed
in the right direction?

Well, it's by the canals,

that might explain
the interference.

I still can't reach her, either.

Got it!

Palomino Salvage.

She's at the junkyard.

All right, if you get her,

you tell her we're on our way!

Right behind you, King.

Now we're gonna
settle this, Hogan.

This won't be
the end of it.

You're right,

it won't!

Get it done!

Put Captain Hogan
in the trunk, come on.

Bring him over here,
come on.

All right, now
get him up there.

Get him
on the platform.

It'll do.

Drop it.

Turn around.

Slowly.

At least now I know
why you left last time.

You're a cop, aren't you?

Aren't you?

- Ramon, look, you don't...
- Move!

Vets think they can
disrespect us?

Well, then, Niners,
let's do this.

You really thought
you can get away with it?

I don't know what

you're talking about!
The hell you don't!

Fire this thing up,

we're gonna end this feud
once and for all.

Federal agents!
Put the weapons down, now!

Don't do it!
On your knees, Hogan.

Let's go!

Where's Percy?

I'll go find her.

Easy, Hogan.

You don't want to do this.

This man killed Fillibert,

then tried to kill me.

I'm not running from it
this time!

It's not who you are.

It's not why
you wore the uniform.

Let us handle it!

Like it was handled last time?

Niners didn't kill your man

any more than the vets
blew up their shop.

Somebody's trying to
set you up, both of you.

You pull that trigger,

none of it's
gonna matter.

'Cause we won't let you do it.

Stand down.

Please.

Ramon, don't.

Just give it up.

Screw you, Sunny,

or whatever the hell
your name is.

Why'd you save me?

Huh? Why'd you let me go
last time?

Because I was stupid.

Yeah, I thought
you were innocent, but

I won't make that
mistake again.

You don't really got
a choice this time.

Don't I?

FBI. Drop it or I'll shoot.

Drop it now!

I'd do it if I were you, Ramon,
because I promise you

that girl ain't letting you go.

I told you I got your back.

Where is everybody?

Pride's bar.

He invited Hogan's MC.

He'll probably end up
hiring 'em all,

like he hires every other vet.

Can he afford to do that?
- No,

but that's Pride.

It drives Patton crazy,

'cause he does the books.

Hey, what's this doing
in Lasalle's desk?

You ought to ask City Mouse.

Country Mouse.

Yeah.

What do you know?

Just that I'm not
gonna get involved.

So, you okay?

I mean, about... Ramon?

You should know we
matched his DNA.

Makes him both the killer
and the bomber.

He was at the junkyard

supplying the Niners
with nontraceable guns, too.

Well,

I sure know how to pick 'em,
don't I?

So, now you know why I kept
avoiding the subject.

I can't believe
how stupid I was.

Yeah, well, you're
not the first girl

to be blinded by
the Bad Boy Spell.

Yeah, but most other girls don't

almost get themselves killed
in doing it.

True, some of us just
live a life of shame,

kick ourselves,

run, you know.

We might have more in common
than you think, Percy.

I'm all ears.

McKinley, Katrina?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That would be the bad boy

I fell for,
before I realized.

No.

Yeah.
- You're McKinley's wife?

Was his wife.

- Wow.
- Left NOLA right after I left him.

Probably should have
left sooner.

Although I'm guessing, like you,

we both knew who they were
all along, we just...

didn't want to admit it.

Well, you live
and you learn, right?

Hopefully.

Hey, uh, this...

wasn't us bonding, right?

Oh, God forbid, no.

Good.

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