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♪

- Hey, Mom, can I run ahead?

- Of course go ahead, but
then wait for me, all right?

- Never saw a kid

in such a rush
to get to preschool.

Must take after his mom,
I guess.

- You just like me because
I bring you snacks.

One for you. One for Frank.

- Well, not if
I finish them both first.

What you got in here,
Encyclopedia Britannicas?

- He likes to pack extra toys.

♪

- What do we know?
- Nothing good.

You're looking at four dead
and we've got

three in the ICU in
New York Presbyterian.

- Okay, witnesses?
- Tiff and Scola are on it.

- What about security
footage?

- It's already
sent to the JOC.

Carla, what do you got?

- We need our lab to isolate
the exact chemical signature,

but it looks like the device
was a timer detonated

exothermic charge mixed with
ball bearings and nails.

- That sounds like an Iraq IED.
- Absolutely.

And I checked with my colleague
at the Newark office.

It's basically the same bomb
that went off three weeks ago

at the IRS building in Jersey.

- Except the Newark bomber died
delivering that package.

So who's behind this?

- So you were in the bathroom
when the bomb went off?

- No, no I was on my way back,
all right?

I just got into
the lobby and--boom.

I mean, I'd be dead
if it wasn't for

my prostate being swollen up
like a grapefruit.

- Did you spot anything else
out of the ordinary?

- That's the thing.
St--Stacy Rose, right?

She's--she's a lawyer up on
the third, you know?

She was coming through
the line.

She gives my buddy, Bill,
a vegan donut.

Man, she--she brings us
two every day, you know.

I'm sorry, man.

- So you saw Stacy Rose go in,
and then what happened?

- I think the bomb was in
the kid's backpack.

- All right listen up, people.

Security cam confirms
that the bomb was tucked in

to Evan Rose's backpack.

Looks like the kid
is gonna make it,

but assuming young Evan is
not a five-year-old terrorist

with an axe to grind means
somebody must've planted it.

And we know it was not
Trey Dawkins,

the New Jersey bomber, because
he died in the IRS blast.

So priority one,
find the new suspect.

Priority two, figure out

if these two bombings
were related.

Let's make sure nothing else

is coming down
the turnpike, people.

Let's go to work.

- What about the deceased
mother of the little boy,

Stacy Rose--
what do we know about her?

- It doesn't seem likely.
She was an AUSA.

Checks out as squeaky clean.

Plus, if you're going to be
carrying in a suicide bomb--

- You might as well
carry it yourself.

- Right, so who else had access
to Evan Rose's backpack?

- I just scrubbed
the building's footage

for Stacy and Evan's approach.
No one touched the backpack

anywhere on the grounds.

- Well, let's retrace
their steps even further.

What is their morning
commute like?

Are they subway riders?
Ride share people?

- A witness said that Stacy
brought the guards

vegan donuts every day.

Could be that the bomber
knew her routine?

- There's a vegan bakery
food truck that parks

just around the corner from
the courthouse every morning.

- Good. Let's have
Maggie and OA check it out.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Hey, um, can I
borrow you a second?

I know we're still figuring
each other out

in terms of
a working relationship,

but, uh, you should know I'm
a big believer in transparency.

- Okay.

- I wanted to give you
a quick heads up.

I already got a call
this morning from DC.

The director is getting
a lot of heat,

which means I'm getting
a lot of heat.

He wants this case closed fast.

- I get it.
People blowing up

federal buildings
is not a good look.

- Right, um, but it could be
a really good look

for the Bureau and for you if
we do close this case quickly.

- I thought you were
being transparent.

- Excuse me?

- Closing this case quickly is
good for your career, right?

- Okay, how about this?

It is in both of
our best interest

if we catch this bomber
as soon as possible.

Is that better?

- Yeah, a little.

- Good.

- Hey, they said
Stacy and Evan are regulars.

They didn't notice anything out
of the ordinary this morning,

and there are no cameras
on the truck.

Well, looks like this bodega
cam's our best bet.

Assuming it still works.
- Only one way to find out.

- Each tape holds six hours.
This is 6 a.m. to noon.

I'll be up at the register
if you need me.

- Okay, thank you.

- All right,
so running it back to...8:00?

There they are.

Did you just see that?

- Yep.

Guy just switched the bags.
That's our bomber.

- So he must've been
casing the courthouse.

Found a mule and then
figured out their routine.

- No one would ever look at
a five-year-old kid.

Question is, who is he?
30s, tall--

- I mean he's too covered up.

This isn't enough for
facial rec.

I'm going to take it back.

Hold up.

Look there.
It looks like a trident

branded into his left forearm.

- Yeah, he could be ex-navy,
but let it play.

♪

His walk right there.
He's trying to cover it up,

but that man's right leg
is a prosthetic.

♪

- All right, your suspect
is a white male.

Approximately 6'3",
probably navy background,

and a prosthetic right leg.
Let's go.

- VA just sent over
medical records.

We've got 13 known navy vets
under 40 in New York City

with a prosthetic right leg,
but only one

is white and taller than 6'1".

- Yeah, yeah, yeah
throw him up.

Okay, let's meet Ryan Davis.
Visual comparison with

the footage of
the bakery truck please.

- Looks like a match.
- All right.

So what else do we know
about this guy?

- Lieutenant Ryan Davis
was a Navy Seal.

Honorably discharged
with a Purple Heart

and currently rents a small
house in Long Island City.

- All right Purple Heart or
not, this guy used a kid

to set off his bomb.
Call SWAT.

I want him brought in.

♪

- FBI!

- Let's go!

- Split T!

- Eyes up for tango.

- Clear!

- Clear!

- It's clear.

- Place barely looks lived in.

- Well, sometimes
comfort can be hard

when you've gotten used to war.

- Maggie, cover me.
- I got you.

- Take him out.

- Suspect is fleeing
through the adjacent lot.

- Copy.

♪

- Let me see your hands,
Lieutenant Davis.

Put them up.
- Don't pretend you respect us.

- We're trying to help you,

but in order for us to do that,
you need to help us first.

Tell us what you know.

Start with what you said

to my partner
before I tackled you.

"Don't pretend
that you respect us."

Who's us?

You're looking at
four counts of murder.

Five if that boy
that you planted that bomb

in his backpack dies.

The only way you're gonna
live to see old age

is if you cooperate right now.

Fine. We'll do this
one at a time then.

How do you know Aaron Walsh?

How do you know Patrick Carr?

How do you know Trey Dawkins?

- You just told us you do.
Why don't you tell us how?

- I'm not saying another word
until I speak with a lawyer.

- All right, so
here's what we know so far.

According to our lab team,
Trey Dawkins and Ryan Davis,

they set off chemically
identical bombs.

And before he lawyered up,
Davis, he seemed to

indicate that he knows Dawkins.

So we got two islands
off the coast.

We need to know what makes them
an archipelago.

You know, it's a group of
islands that share

the same geological origin?
Never mind.

Point is, Dawkins, Davis,
what is their point of nexus?

Are they a part
of some militia?

And if so, are there
more bombs on the way?

- Well, they're from
different service branches.

No social media interaction,

and phone records show they
never even called each other.

- I think I got your
archipelago, Jubal.

- Kelly Moran, go.

- Cross referenced
Davis and Dawkins credit cards,

and they're both customers
at the Garrison Lodge.

- What are we looking at?

- Well according to
our database,

it's a members-only club for
combat vets in Staten Island.

And ATF has it flagged as being
under active surveillance.

- All right, I'm going to
rendezvous with ATF,

wee what I can find out.
- Yeah.

- The Garrison Lodge?
Yeah, we've been up

on the place six months,
but we still

got more questions
than answers.

- What's the scope of
your investigation?

- Well, it comes up
tangentially

in the illegal gun market
a lot.

Buyer gets caught with
a fully automatic rifle,

he's a member.
Rumors of trophy weapons

coming back from Iraq.

Picked them up
in Staten Island.

Meaning someone
inside the Lodge

is likely running guns,
but we've had

zero luck getting
an undercover inside.

- Why's that?
- Place is too tight-knit.

We can't risk a raid.

Last thing we want to do
is shoot it out Waco style

with a bunch of vets
on a hunch.

- That would be
a PR nightmare.

- Yeah, so the best we can
give you right now

is access to our pole-cam feed
and a roster of members.

- Okay, thank you,

and obviously we will
reciprocate in any way we can.

- Hold on.
- What?

- I know one of these names.
- Someone we've worked?

- Chris Zapata,
he's a friend of mine.

We served together in the 75th.

- You two stay in touch?

- Actually, we talked
two weeks ago.

He got wrote up on
a federal weapons charge.

I told him that
I would call the AUSA

and vouch for his character.
Stuff like that.

- Good.
Well then, he needs a favor.

Use it. Get what we need.

- Okay, just so you know,
I think Chris

is still adjusting now that
he's back on the home front.

- Okay.
- And the weapons charge,

he said that he bought an M4
because it felt weird

not to have
a service weapon nearby.

- I mean, I can only imagine
how difficult

it would be to reacclimate.
- But he's a good man.

The closest thing I've ever met
to a real life American hero.

Chris.

- What's up, buddy?
How are you?

- Good.

- This is Maggie Bell,
my partner.

- Hey, nice to meet you.
- Same.

- Partner, huh?
This FBI business?

- It is.

I know I told you that
I would help you

with, uh, that
M4 possessions charge,

but something came up.

Something we need
your help with.

It should help us
get those charges dropped.

- Sounds good.

- We need to know about
the Lodge.

- Like what?

- For starters,
what goes on inside.

Trey Dawkins was a member.
He blew up the IRS building.

We just picked up
another member, Ryan Davis.

He's responsible for
the federal courthouse bombing.

- Damn, man, that's uh--

I mean it's a bar, OA.
You know, guys just drinking.

Venting their frustrations
about how bad it feels

to get chewed up
and spit out by the service.

- Yeah, like the barracks.

- That's exactly
what it's like.

- You get me inside?

- I mean, don't take this
the wrong way, but no.

It's not a country club
where you can

just show up with a guest.

The place only has 85 members,
and everyone's checked out

before they get an invite.

They'll sniff you out as
an outsider a mile away.

- Outsider? I'm a vet.
- You a Fed.

- What about Davis and Dawkins?
Do you know them very well?

- Uh, a little.
They mostly kept to themselves.

- Did you see them speaking
with anyone?

- The only person ever I saw
them hang out with

was the owner.
- You know the owner's name?

- All right,
so Nick Hawthorne,

owner and bartender of
The Garrison Lodge

is a former
college debate champ.

Army major,
spent 24 months in Iraq

without ever leaving
the green zone.

And most importantly,
the recipient

of several phone calls from
both Dawkins and Davis

in the weeks leading up
to each bombing.

- Sounds like
an armchair general to me.

- Well, yeah, based on
the phone calls,

that might be
exactly what we're looking at.

What if Hawthorne
had an axe to grind

with the federal government?
You know, passed over

for a promotion.
Wanted to be a general.

And he's recruiting
struggling vets from his bar

to do his dirty work for him.

- Yeah, the only problem is
the phone calls themself

aren't actually proof
of a crime.

- But they're good enough
for a warrant.

Let's talk to this guy.
We need information.

- Yeah.

- Nick Hawthorne, FBI,
we got a warrant

to search the premises.

- I guess you
better come inside.

Mind if I ask
what this is about?

- Got you on record taking
dozens of calls

from Trey Dawkins
and Ryan Davis.

- What happened to Davis?

- He bombed
the federal courthouse.

- I see.

- You don't seem
that surprised.

- Well, I'm not.

Both those guys
were really struggling.

- And they came to you
for advice?

- Yeah, we're friends.

Whole reason I opened the Lodge
is so guys like that

would have some place to go.
- Guys like what?

- Vets...who are tired
of the piss poor,

patchwork help they've gotten
since coming home.

Tired of the lack of respect.
And do you two

have any idea how many
homeless vets there are?

How many are struggling with
substance abuse and PTSD?

And it's not exactly like
Jane and Johnny Libtard care.

There are a lot of ex-soldiers
who are rightfully angry.

- What about you?

- No more so than average.

Then again, I'm not starving
or having my wages garnished

by the IRS like Dawkins.

And I don't have
three platoon mates

who are staring down
prison time for stealing

opioids from the VA
after some navy doc

got him hooked on that crap
in the first place.

- Are you saying you condone
attacking government buildings?

- Doesn't matter
what I condone.

Violence is
an individual choice,

but I doubt the bombings
will stop until

some systemic wrongs
have been righted.

- Scola.

- What did we find?
- Nothing.

- What do you mean nothing?
- I mean nothing.

No bomb residue, no chemicals.
Not even a handgun.

- What about the computer?
- Clean.

Might as well be
the demo computer at Best Buy.

- Okay, well check
the place one more time.

I'm gonna head to the office.

- Guy definitely thinks

he's the smartest kid
in the class.

- Yeah, well let's show him
that he's not.

- I heard we came up empty
at Nick Hawthorne's.

- Uh, yeah, but Tiff and Scola
both came back

convinced that Hawthorne is
the brains behind the bombings.

- Okay.
Good, let's, uh, chase that.

- That's the plan.

Yeah, we're trying to
get inside the bar.

- Look, Isobel,
I'm a--I'm not trying to--

I'm not playing games here.

Okay? What's good for me
is good for you.

We're a team.

- Well, I appreciate that.

- But do you believe it?

- OA--

- You wanted to see me?
-Yes, please. Have a seat.

We need to get eyes and ears
inside the Lodge.

- I agree, but according to ATF

that's almost impossible,
right?

- Which is why we need to
use your friend, Chris Zapata.

- Using Chris
isn't a good idea.

- He is our only option.
- I understand that, Isobel,

but the thing about Chris
is that he is--

Struggling.
Readjusting to civilian life,

if you know what I mean.

- I get it, OA, I do,
but we need him.

Okay?
If he chooses to cooperate,

I will do everything I can

to get his weapons charge
dismissed.

- If he cooperates?

He already has
given us information.

He has already cooperated.

He's already helped us.

That should be enough
to drop the charges.

- It's not enough.

It might reduce the charges
or lessen the sentence,

but the US Attorney's
Office isn't

just gonna dismiss this case.

OA, if he is struggling,
spending time in prison--

any time in prison--is only
going to make things worse.

This is a win-win.

- Then I will, uh, try
and sell it to him.

- Wasn't expecting
you two so soon.

If I knew you guys were coming

I would've thrown away
the pizza boxes.

- We've been looking into
Nick Hawthorne

based on what you told us about
Dawkins and Davis.

We think that he's been
taking advantage of them.

- How?
- Well by feeding

into their anger and
then sending them on patriotic

missions to strike against
places where vets

have been mistreated.
But we cannot be certain

of that until we get
somebody inside the Lodge.

- No, no. I'm not a snitch,
and the Lodge is the only place

in this country
I feel at home right now.

And Hawthorne's a good guy.
- Mm.

Show him the picture.

- We've not released that
to the public yet,

but one of the victims
was at the courthouse

was a little kid on his way
to the lobby daycare.

Davis put a bomb into
his backpack--

we believe because
Hawthorne ordered it.

And good guys do not
hurt kids right, Chris?

- Yeah, OA told me
the story on the way over here.

Said that one time in Mosul
you charged into

a burning school bus filled
with kids before it exploded.

- Wasn't their fault
the neighbors were insurgents.

Hawthorne did this?
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, look, I know
he's trying to help vets,

but this is not the right way
to do it.

- All right, I'm in.

Tell me what I need to do.

- You ready?

- Come on, bro.
I think I can handle a recon.

- All right.
This is your earpiece.

I'm gonna be in your ear
the whole time.

All right?
This is a button cam.

We'll be able to see
everything you can see.

- Okay.

- Now why don't you explain
to me the layout of this place?

- All right, bar in the front.
There's a hallway

that leads to the latrine
and kitchen in the back.

- Simple.

This is magnetic.
Your job is to stick it

anywhere in the bar so that
we can hear and see

whoever Hawthorne
is grooming next.

- Got it.

- What's that, Chris? Huh?
What is this?

- Dude, dude, I told you, this
is a place where people carry.

- No, that is all
the more reason why you cannot

take a Glock in there,
you understand?

This is police work, not war.
Okay?

Your mission is to go in there
and have a drink,

plant the bug, and get out.

- Copy.

♪

- He's packing?
- Yep.

One thing you need to know
about Chris, Maggie,

is that he does not
have an off switch.

Which is really good when
you're in battle

but when you're not--

you know that bus full of kids
that he saved in Iraq?

- Yeah.
- Okay, the other half

of that story is that my unit
spent the next two months

hunting down every insurgent

responsible for planting
those bombs.

- Okay.
- One of those insurgents

that Chris was hunting down
just, uh--just disappeared.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- We'll keep a close eye
on him.

- Yeah, we have to.

He just brought
a Glock to do recon.

- Which he doesn't have
in his possession anymore.

Like I said,
keep an eye on him.

There he is.

- Just saying, it was out there
for days, man.

- What's up, fellas?

- Mm-hmm.
How you doing, man?

♪

- What are you drinking,
soldier?

- Triple bourbon, rocks.
- That means business.

- Dawkins?
Yeah, he was there

for the last six months,

and, uh, then he was gone.
Yeah.

What a character, that guy.
- Roger.

- Yeah, no kidding.

♪

- Great.
- Good.

- Something wrong tonight,
Zapata?

- I mean, when isn't it?

I don't know.

You just always struck me
as more of a beer guy.

- Yeah, well, I usually am,
but I got a tax bill

for 18 grand today
that I don't have, so...

kind of makes you
understand why Dawkins

blew up that IRS building,
doesn't it?

- He's coming in way too hard.

- It's okay.
Just let it play out.

It's good if
he does a little fishing.

We might get something useful.

- I guess so.

Take it easy with that,
would ya?

♪

- He's gonna get
himself burned.

I'm gonna pull him out.

Chris, let's stop going
for extra credit.

Let's call it a night, man.

♪

- What? Where is he going?
- What are you doing, Chris?

You planted the bug.
Let's get out of there.

♪

- Yeah, imagine so, huh?

- Want me to grab that?

♪

- Yeah, we already sent
the word out, you know?

- The hell you doing, soldier?
- I want in.

- To what?
- Fight.

I saw the news about Davis
before I came over.

He bombed
that federal courthouse.

And I know you were
close with Dawkins.

Look, I'm tired
of being treated like mud

on the bottom
of some bureaucrat's shoe.

- Look, Zapata, whatever
you think's happening,

you're wrong.

Get this moron out of here.
- I'm not a moron, Nick.

- Oh, come on, Maggie.
- Just hold on, hold on.

- I did a decade
as an Army Ranger.

- Then you outta be
smart enough

to know this
doesn't concern you.

Get him out of here.
- Time to go, Zapata.

- I'll get him out.
- Oh, wait. Don't.

You're gonna blow the case.

They're not gonna kill him.

♪

- You okay?
- I'm all right.

- What the hell
were you thinking, man?

- FBI has a bunch
of facial rec stuff, right?

Big Brother and all of that?
- Yeah.

- Figured as much.

So now you got a nice pic
of the three guys

Hawthorne was meeting with
in that kitchen.

Use it.

- Yeah, so here's
our burly Lodge linebacker duo.

- Looks like
Hawthorne's muscle.

- Yeah exactly,
but the question is,

who is this mystery man?

- The facial rec comes back
to a Victor Maxwell.

- Okay, he spent time
in the service.

- Yes, was a lieutenant,
served in Iraq,

responsible for disarming IEDs.

And based on their army
HQ deployment calendars,

Maxwell would've overlapped
with Hawthorne for six months

at the Baghdad Hilton in 2014.

- You know, everything
about Nick Hawthorne's profile

screams strategist, but
there's nothing that indicates

he can actually make a bomb.
Where is he now?

- According to this,
Maxwell was living in Ohio

up until two months ago,
where his wife

filed for divorce
in Cuyahoga County.

He's now living
in a residential motel

in Staten Island,
just south of Bulls Head.

- All right, you all want
to pay this motel a visit?

We'll send you the address.

- FBI!

♪

- You smell that?

- Rotting fruit.
It's gotta be APEX.

♪

FBI, do not move.
- He said, don't move.

- Or I light these acetone
peroxide crystals and we--

- Put the lighter
and the beaker down now,

or I will shoot you.
- Think about this, Victor.

You're a scientist,
not a martyr.

- I'm going to give you
to the count of three.

One...

two...

Down.

Turn around.

- Put your hands
behind your back.

Victor Maxwell,
you're under arrest.

♪

- We got a problem.
Based on the detritus inside,

it looks like Maxwell
made four bombs.

Dawkins and Davis
each used one,

plus the one we found here,
but that's only three.

- Which means the last bomb
is in the wind.

- Take a look.

I want you to see what
the jury's gonna see

in six months, when I ask
for the death penalty.

- What, do they teach you
that line at Quantico?

- No, they teach us
to establish rapport,

but I don't have time for that
because I need to know

who has the next bomb.

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

- Who does?
Nick Hawthorne?

We have you on tape
in his bar last night.

- So what?

You never visited
your friend at work?

- Where is the bomb, Maxwell?
- I told you,

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

- Enjoy your lethal injection.

- What is this, good cop,
bad cop?

Which one are you?

- Neither.

I'm just a guy who's going to
ask you a few more questions

because you seem so intent
on wasting my partner's time.

And I understand
why you're angry.

- Why am I angry?

- My first summer
after West Point,

I did Beast Barracks
with a crew of about 20 guys.

It was hell, but we were close
like brothers.

I imagine you know what
I'm talking about.

For about 16 hours a day,
as you know,

we would clean latrines
or clean our rifles.

Do PT
under thousand-degree heat.

It was one of
the most difficult things

any of us had ever done, but
it gave us this bond that...

That we thought
would last forever.

I'm 34 years old.

I'm supposed to be
in the prime of my life,

and five of those guys are
already dead.

They were killed in war.

And three of them are
struggling so much

with civilian life,
they can't even hold on

to regular jobs.

So I understand
why you're angry.

Some bureaucrat refusing
to help my struggling friends

would piss me off too.
It does piss me off.

And they don't understand
everything we've sacrificed

to keep them free.

- Exactly.

Which is why people
need to be reminded

that signing up
for the army is dangerous.

- Absolutely.

What's the next target?

You'll see soon enough.
- Where's the bomb, Maxwell?

- I'm done talking,
and I want a lawyer.

♪

- Not much to go on.

- I'm gonna check in
with Scola and Tiff,

see what they know.

- What do you know about
your neighbor, Mr. Maxwell?

- Well, he's only lived here
a few months.

He--he goes to
the grocery store on Thursdays,

likes to watch sports
on TV at night.

- Has he had any visitors?
- Almost none.

That--well,
except for yesterday.

- What happened yesterday?

- A young man came over
to visit.

- Can you describe him to us?

- Uh, was a white guy
wearing a baseball hat,

probably in his 30s.
Then he left with a backpack.

- Any chance you happen to see

what kind of car
the young man was driving?

- All right,
here we go, people.

We're looking
for a gray Chevy Silverado.

- Cross-referencing
the ATF Lodge roster

with DMV records
shows me two Silverados.

- Do either of them look like

they belong
to Hawthorne's muscle?

- No, I've got the owners
listed as Josh Taylor

and Dante Cross.
- Okay, the witness said

that Maxwell's visitor's
a white guy in his 30s.

Tell me about Joshua Taylor.

- According to his rap sheet,
Taylor picked up

an assault charge
at a recruitment center

in Bensonhurst last month.

- Maxwell told me that people
need to be reminded

that signing up for the army
is dangerous.

- What if
the recruitment center

is Hawthorne's next target?

- Where's Taylor now?
- His phone just pinged

out a tower on 14th Ave
and 65th Street.

That's only six blocks
from the recruitment center.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Scola, we got a suspect.

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- Scola, my 12.

Josh Taylor, FBI.

♪

- This bomb is live.
- How much time?

- Uh, 25 seconds.

- How do you disarm this?
- I don't know.

- The dumpster?

- It's better than here.
Go!

♪

Come on.

♪

♪

- Hey, just talked to
the U.S. attorney's office.

They're still working to see
if Taylor and Maxwell

are willing to flip
on their leader, Hawthorne.

- Any progress so far?

- No, they are doing
the loyal soldier thing,

protecting
their commanding officer.

- Oh, there's nothing
wrong with being loyal

to your commanding officer.

- Uh, well, the good news is
that we have the bombmaker

in custody and we officially
have all of the explosives

accounted for, so we won.

- Hey, guys, we have a problem.

ATF pole cam showed
your friend, Chris Zapata,

pulling
into the Lodge parking lot.

He's still sitting
in his truck, but--

- What the hell is he doing?
- He's completing his mission.

When I told him we got
his weapons charges dropped,

he asked me about Hawthorne.
I told him we didn't

have enough to arrest him.

That didn't make
him very happy.

- Okay, who else
is in the bar right now?

- Right now, just Hawthorne.
- Call him.

- Tell him to lock the doors
and to hide anywhere

before Chris gets out of
that truck.

Let's go.

- Chris, it's OA.
Call me back, man.

Okay, whatever you're thinking
about doing, please do not.

Just call me.

JOC said that Hawthorne
isn't picking up

the bar line, either.

- Guys, Zapata just
stepped out of his truck,

and he's carrying a pistol.
- Copy that.

We're almost there.
Hold on.

- Hey, he just entered the bar.

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- Turn around.
- Zapata?

- Turn around!

- What are you doing, man?

- I'm going to
do this on camera.

- What are you doing,
Chris, huh?

- Like you said.
You guys need evidence

to send this scumbag to jail.

- No, not like this, man.
Not like this.

- You gave me a mission,
Captain.

I'm going to finish it.

So now you got three seconds
to admit on camera

that you ordered
Davis and Dawkins

to bomb those buildings,

or you'll end up like those
people in that courthouse.

Three...
- No.

- Two!
- Chris, Chris--

Chris, hey, hey, I need you
to put the gun down.

I need you to stop
for a second and think, okay?

- He's playing chess
with broken pawns.

- You think it's my fault

those guys took justice
into their own hands?

No!

Dawkins hated the IRS and
Davis hated the legal system

because over and over again,
our country's institutions

turned their backs on them,

ignored them.

You're fighting for a system
that could care less

about guys like us, man.
Those soldiers were in pain.

- It's a soldier's job
to eat the pain.

- No it's not, Chris.

All right?
No, it's not, okay?

And it's not your job to take
down Hawthorne all by yourself.

So put the gun down,
and if you do that,

we can walk back from this.

You can still
live a good life, man.

Put your gun down, soldier.

No, no, no, no.

He's dead.

- OA, um...

how'd it go at the hospital?

- Uh, they have Chris in
a psychiatric hold for now,

and he's still staring down

a murder
or a manslaughter charge.

- I am sorry.

Listen, I know that this
is, uh, not the best time

to discuss all this,
but we--we have to talk

about what goes
in your official report.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I mean your informant
shot a suspect,

and we have to be thoughtful
in how we explain that.

- You're not asking me
to pretend

that we didn't know
he was struggling, are you?

Isobel, Chris shot Hawthorne
because we weaponized him,

because we took advantage
of a struggling vet

against my objection
to help us solve a case.

And now my friend's
going to jail.

- OA, we did what we had to do
to keep people safe.

That is our job.

- You're gonna get your report
tomorrow morning,

and it'll say everything
it needs to say, but I...

I don't think either of us
deserve much sleep tonight.

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