All language subtitles for FBI S04E21 Kayla

[mellow music
playing over radio]

♪

- Another late night,
huh, Tommy?

- Yep, still a working man.

- I put an extra donut
in there for you.

- Don't tell the girlfriend.
I said I was going keto.

- Okay.
[chuckles]

[doorbell jingles]

- [grunts]

[dramatic music]

♪

[tense music]

- All right, come on in, folks.
This one hits close to home.

Thomas Webber,

retired DEA agent
from right here in New York.

He was gunned down
outside a bakery in Greenpoint.

Looks like a hit.
- DEA.

We suspect it's job related?
- Uh, TBD.

He put in his papers
2 1/2 years ago.

- DEA has already
reached out offering to help.

They're sending over
Agent Webber's old case files.

- Okay, great.

Kelly, you guys want to,
you know,

fine tooth comb and all that.

- Yeah, how far back
do you want to go?

- I mean, dig into anybody he
put away who's still breathing.

- Copy that.
- Elise,

you guys want
to look into finances.

Did he owe somebody,
somebody owe him.

On a personal front, look for
any beefs, big or small.

I will leave
the digital trail to you, Ian.

emails, texts,
voicemails, et cetera.

- On that.
- Thank you.

- This guy already put in
his 20.

- Yeah, probably retired
the day his pension vested.

- And barely had a chance
to enjoy it.

He left behind two kids.

This guy is one of ours.

- All right, people, let's go.
We need answers.

- Thanks.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

- It's all good.
I just got here.

- [sighs] I had to, uh,
come from my aunt Jo's.

I stayed at her house
last night in Floral Park.

50 minutes in traffic
this morning.

- Is that a new watch?

- Oh, no, it's an old thing.

- Vic still had his
wallet and phone,

so cross off a robbery.

Retired DEA agent Tommy Webber.
- Tommy Webber?

- Yeah, you know him?

- Our paths crossed.

Uh, anything on canvass?

- Nothing too interesting.
We have two witnesses.

They both saw a tall,
masked man fleeing the scene.

Dark clothes.

- What about ERT?

- A couple of .45 shell casings
left at the scene.

Winchester's.
- Mm.

- Bakery owner Carlos Cuellar
sold him his last Danish.

- All right, thank you.

- Hi, Special Agents Wallace
and Chase.

- I can't believe
this happened.

Tommy was salt of the Earth.

- You knew him well?

- Came by every day
for at least two years.

Always the first customer in.

- Did you see anything
suspicious this morning?

Anyone following him?
Did he get into an altercation?

- No, nothing like that.

- What was he doing that he was
here every morning at 6:00 a.m.?

- He was bouncing over
at Show Palace on Lorimer.

I think it was under the table.

Um, I don't want to get him
in any trouble.

- No worries.
Thanks for talking to us.

- Ah.

Hope you nail the bastard.

Tommy was a good guy.

- He's right,
Tommy was a really solid dude.

I worked with him
for like three years

in joint task force.

- Well, let's do right by him

and catch the guy
that did this then.

[lively music playing]

- I hired Tommy
the second I met him.

Worked for the DEA, means you
know how to handle yourself,

right?
- Could he?

- Damn straight.

Had that "friendly
but in charge" vibe you want.

Always defused stuff
before it got outta hand.

- So he never got
into it with clientele?

- With clientele, no.

But he did have words with some
mope a couple of nights back.

- Okay, can you
tell us about it?

- Tommy's ex moved to Pensacola
a few months ago with his kids.

He was lonely.

Wound up hooking up
with Miranda,

one of our dancers.

Some guy claiming
that she was his girl

took exception,
came storming in here.

- How heated did that get?

- Raised voices
was the extent of it,

and then Tommy
showed him the door.

- We're going to need you to
pull security footage for us.

- [clears throat]

- Okay,
this is security footage

from the Show Palace lobby
two nights ago, 1:43 a.m.

That's Webber on the right.

And here's the altercation.

- Stop it there.
Ian, can you--

- Yeah, running facial rec now.

Oh, this guy is a charmer.

Rafer Boggs,
aggravated assault, larceny.

His tax returns
put his place of work

at Branch Electronics
on Canal Street.

- Let's pay Mr. Boggs a visit.

♪

- Rafer Boggs.

How you doing? FBI.
We need to chat.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Hey, man!

[both grunt]

[both grunt]

- If you're going to run,

it helps to know
where you're going.

- I didn't do anything wrong.

- Oh, yeah,
then why did you run?

- I'm on parole.

Maybe, and I'm saying maybe,

I lost the paperwork
for those boxes.

- It's your lucky day we don't
care about stolen laptops.

We care about Tommy Webber.
- What about him?

- Why were you beefing
with him a few nights ago?

- Why, did the guy complain?
- We asked you a question.

- Found out the piece
of crap had been messing

with my girl,
Miranda, behind my back.

I'm living with her
and she's stepping out on me.

- So you thought you
would just roll to the club

and confront him?

- Had a few drinks, sue me.

Club's making a beef, right?
- Club isn't.

We are.

Webber was shot dead
this morning.

Way we see it, you had motive
to take out this, uh--

what did you call him?
Piece of crap?

So you better
account for yourself.

- I was home, okay?

- Who can vouch for that?

- Ready Moving Company.

I had all the junk Miranda
left at my apartment

sent to the garbage dump.

Best money I ever spent.

- Where are we with Boggs,
his alibi?

- Clear, his moving company was
there from 6:00 until 10:00.

- Okay, so we can cross
Boggs off the suspect list.

We ever get a hold
of Webber's ex-wife in Florida?

- Yeah, agent out of Tampa
spoke with her.

Said she had
genuinely nice things to say.

Seemed broken up.
- Uh-huh.

Are we getting
anywhere with financials?

- Nothing suspicious.

- Yeah, nothing on the digital
front that points to a suspect.

- Yeah, and what
about the old case files?

- Webber was
on the job for 20 years,

closed hundreds of cases.

We're still working
our way through them.

- Okay, well, uh, Elise,

if you're hitting dead ends,
shift some of your people over.

We don't get through the stack
of hay, we're not going to find

that needle and this
trail is going to go cold.

- Oh, it looks like that's not
going to happen anytime soon.

- Yeah, what do you got?

- NYPD just reached out
about another murder

in Inwood.

Tall, masked gunman on foot

took out a janitor
at St. Mary's church.

Two in the chest, looks like
they may be connected.

- Yeah,
only one way to find out.

[car doors shut]

- Detective, what do we have?

- Victim is Willy Lomax.

Been tidying up
St. Mary's for 36 years.

- Any luck with video?

- No security camera,
as far as we can tell.

We just spoke to the witness.

A parishioner named
Antoinette Pissaro called it in,

saying she came here
to plant flowers,

saw a masked guy run up,

plug Mr. Lomax.

- [sighs]

- Same M.O. as Tommy Webber.

Now we just have to prove it.

- Hold on.
I think we just have.

Get that.

.45 Winchester.

♪

- All right, team,
so preliminary ballistics

confirms that
the shell from the church

is a match
to the one from the bakery,

so we need
to figure out the connection.

Why did our shooter
target both these victims?

- Well,
they live 15 miles apart

and have no social
or professional nexus.

- Is there any
reason to believe that

Lomax ran into
Webber at Show Palace?

- No, there's no
evidence that Lomax stepped

foot outside
of Inwood this year.

- So maybe this has
more to do with his DEA past

than his
strip club present.

- But Lomax has never
been on the DEA's radar.

- Actually, that's not true.

- What?

- Before he retired, Webber
led a big RICO investigation

into a drug syndicate
called LS-19.

- Yeah, I ran across them
when I worked drugs.

They're a big player
in the heroin market.

- Right, right.

And the investigation
culminated in a RICO indictment

of two dozen
LS-19 associates.

Now the trial is
finally calendared

for next month
in the Eastern District.

They're
in the jury selection now.

- So a lead investigator like
Webber would have to testify,

which would put
a target on his back.

But what does that have
to do with the church janitor?

- Was he a witness too?
- Bingo.

Lomax was moonlighting as
a mechanic and apparently found

drugs stashed in the wheel well
of an LS soldier's ride.

Prosecution was
going to call him.

- Yeah, Teddy, Marshal's Service
needs to coordinate with DEA

and get every witness in that
trial into protective custody.

- I'll see to it.
- Nina, Tiffany,

we need to take
a deep dive into LS-19.

- Yeah, we'll talk to the DEA,
see what they know.

- Great.

- Thank you for meeting with us,
Jennifer.

- I was sorry to hear
about Tommy.

- One of the best agents
I ever supervised.

And I know you two
were friends.

- I learned a lot from him.
He was a great agent.

- So how can I help?

- Well, we're thinking that
Agent Webber's murder

had something to do with his up
upcoming trial against LS-19.

- Tommy worked that case
for three years.

Hitting LS-19 like that was
the takedown of a lifetime.

- So what can you tell us
about it?

- Ruthless, tight-knit--

presence in five cities,
but it's run like a syndicate.

- That RICO case had
two dozen named defendants.

Do you have any thoughts on
who might've pulled the trigger?

- No, but I can tell you

none of them
would've had the authority

to greenlight the murder
of a DEA agent.

But here's who would have.

[keyboard clacking]

Callum Brewster--
runs the Brooklyn branch

of the gang that Webber's
indictment could bring down.

Has a restaurant in Clinton Hill
called the Square Note.

- Is it a front?

- We've been trying to nail him
with money laundering charges

for the past year, but place
appears to be fairly legit.

- He in the system?
- Not even a parking ticket.

Guy's careful.
But here's what's interesting.

We're pretty sure
he worked his way up

to the top
of the Brooklyn branch

on the strength of his skill
as a hit man.

- DoubleTap with a .45
sound like his style?

- To a T.

♪

- Brewster's a pro.

He keeps everything
close to the vest, so I doubt

a visit from us is going
to scare him too much.

- Yeah, we'd have
to find a different angle.

- Or maybe a different person.

LS-19 is pretty tight-knit,
but they're not the only ones

who might have
access to Brewster's burner.

- Ah, the restaurant.
- Right.

If we can find somebody there
to get close to him

and steal his phone,

it's possible we can
get his GPS history

and the call logs
that tie him to these hits.

- Smart.
- I'm actually going to tell

the JOC to dig
into the Square Note

and see if they might have
any vulnerable employees.

[phone ringing]
- Okay. Sorry, one sec.

Hello.

No, I, uh, transferred
the money to the trust.

You should see it
in your next statement.

Okay, I will call you back.

- Hey, Tiff. Good call.

I think we
found an access point.

- Yeah. Kayla Marsh, 22,

waitress
at Brewster's restaurant.

She was busted for opioid
possession this summer,

referred
to a diversion program.

- How is that
something we can leverage?

- It looks like she
hasn't kicked the habit yet.

I just ran her bank statement.

She pulls 200 bucks
out of an ATM

every Wednesday at 2:00
on Van Buren and Lewis.

- Okay.
- All right.

What's interesting
about that is NYPD has flagged

the bodega on that corner
as a probable pill mill.

- It's still
pretty speculative.

- Well, stay with me.

Ian, you want to...
- Yep.

This is a traffic cam
facing the bodega

from just after 2:00 p.m.
Wednesday.

- Right, a week ago today.

- And this is
Kayla exiting through

the rear door
three minutes later.

♪

- And, uh, I bet I can
guess what's in the bag.

- Are we sure this is the play?

- Why?
What's the reservation?

- I just don't like using
drug addicts as informants.

- Neither do I, but we're not
asking her to do a deep dive.

We just need her
to grab Brewster's phone.

- Right, I--I agree.

All right. Let's get to work.

♪

- Okay?
- Yeah.

[tense music]

♪

- Okay, we have eyes
on our subject.

Looks like she
got herself a ride.

Ian, I need you
to run some plates for me.

Eight, Whiskey, Juliet,
Romeo, two, four, five.

- Okay, it comes back to
a Trey Cooper, 38, no record.

Has a textile mill in Ramsey
that manufactures towels.

- And a young girlfriend he
thinks is getting a mani-pedi.

[keypad beeping]

- Here's our cash withdrawal.

♪

- Our target is
entering the location.

- Got it.
Copy that.

Hey, I'm sorry if
I came off abrupt back there.

- It's all good.

- I mean,
I do have sympathy for addicts.

I just--

- You want to nail the son
of a bitch that killed Webber.

I get it.

There she is.

- Our target's
heading out the back.

- Let's go.

FBI.

Want to show us what
you just put in your pocket?

- Sorry?
- Put your hands up.

[rustling]

You want to tell me
what this is?

Don't say aspirin.

- Oxycontin.

But I have a bad back.

- But not a prescription.

Put your hands
behind your back.

[handcuffs clicking]

Let's go.

- This is a mistake.

- No, the mistake
was buying oxy.

- It was only a few pills.

- Oxycontin is a controlled
substance, Ms. Marsh.

- Um, I know,
but my friend's Toyota

was rear-ended
last year by a taxi.

I was in the passenger seat.

The doctor said I shouldn't
have any pain anymore,

but I do.

- And you think
it's okay to address

that pain by
illegally purchasing pills?

- I was in a treatment facility
for two weeks this summer.

I'm--I'm trying to kick it,
I swear.

- The amount we found you with
was felony weight.

It leaves us little choice.

- Please,
I'm in nursing school.

If I'm arrested again,
they'll kick me out

and my--my boyfriend,
he--he hates drugs.

He made me promise that
I would never get high again.

- Okay,
just take a deep breath.

All right?

- [breathing shakily]

- We're going to help you out.

But first,
you need to help us, okay?

You understand?

- Yeah.

- You're a waitress
at the Square Note, right?

- It's how
I'm paying for school.

- The man you work for,
Callum Brewster,

we believe he's been involved
in some illegal activity.

We need your help
accessing his phone.

- [chuckles nervously]

What?

You want me to...

No.

No, I can't.
Callum's my boss,

and he's scary as hell, too.

- So is prison.

And if you don't cooperate,
you're going back in.

Simple as that.

- Okay.

I'll grab his damn phone,
but then I'm done.

Right?

- Yes.

All we need is his phone,
and once we have that,

you can move on with your life.

- When do you start your shift?

- Two hours.

- All right.

Let's get started.
We don't have much time.

♪

- I mean, she's terrified.

I'm just not sure
that she can do this.

- Look, we only need her
to steal a phone.

She's not infiltrating
the LS-19.

- This is a woman's life
we're talking about.

If she messes up--
- She's not gonna mess up.

And if she does,
we'll be there to make sure

nothing happens.

Look, Nina, I'm sorry you have
such strong feelings about this,

but we need her help,

whether she's a drug addict
or not.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- Excuse me.

Is this your place?
- Yes.

- Oh, I got to compliment you,
you know.

Not many bars know how
to properly mix a martini.

Gin, not vodka.

- Very kind of you, sir.

- Tell you what it is,
though.

You guys are
making them dry, right?

Not a splash of vermouth,
but a wash.

That's the key.

No, no. You're thinking
this guy's a blowhard,

but, hey,
a properly-mixed drink,

that is a key to a good meal.

Am I right or am I right?

- Welcome
to the Square Note, sir.

- Thank you.

Hm.

Do you have any
specials tonight?

- Uh, we have sand dabs,
chicken cacciatore.

And, um, for starters, I would
recommend the crab cakes.

They're in season.

- [sighs]
Um...

It all looks pretty good.

I'll tell you what.

Surprise me.

- Yes, sir.

- Because at
the end of the day,

customer's got options, right?

So I appreciate
an establishment

that isn't trying
to pull one over on you.

- Excuse me.

Want to tell me
where your head is at today?

- I'm sorry, Mr. Brewster.
Is something wrong?

- Table six is
still waiting for food.

Table 13 hasn't been cleared,
and this menu is filthy.

What did I say about
reusing dirty menus?

[glass shatters]
- Oh, man, I'm so sorry.

- Oh. Glen.

- Oh, man.

Damn, martini glasses.
Can't get a grip.

Let me pay you for it.
- No, it's fine.

- No, come on, I insist.
- We're good, bro.

Just leave it be.

- I'll leave it.

♪

- Okay,
I'm pulling up GPS history

on Brewster's burner
for the last 24 hours.

- Okay, so we know what time
Webber was killed in Greenpoint

and what time Lomax
was killed in Inwood.

Was Brewster at either location
at the time of the killing?

- We can put him at both.

- All right, he's our guy.

Let's pick him up.
Ian, is he still at the bar?

- Negative, he's in Red Hook.

[suspenseful music]

- Track him down now.

♪

- FBI!
Put your hands in the air!

Not going to ask you again,
Brewster, put them up!

Hey.

He's dead.

- Hey. Got shell casings.

- .45 Win?

- Yeah.
- Same as the others.

- So our shooter just
got shot with the same gun

he was shooting people with?
- That doesn't make any sense.

- No, it doesn't.

[keypad beeps]
This is Agent Zidan.

We need the ME vans and ERT

to 2444 Union Street
right away.

♪

- All right, folks,
so Ballistics confirms

that the same gun was indeed
used for all three murders.

- Guys,
what the hell is going on?

What am I missing?
- [sighs] I don't know.

The only thing that makes
sense to me is that Brewster

was working with somebody else,
maybe somebody higher up

in the gang,
somebody giving orders.

And whoever this was didn't
want to leave any loose ends,

so he dumped Brewster
to tie off the investigation.

- But according
to the gang unit,

Brewster is the boss
of the LS-19s.

- Yeah.
That's what they said.

But as we know,
everybody answers to someone.

Boss or no boss.

Hey, we cloned
Brewster's phone, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- When was the last call

he made or received?

- It was an incoming one
from another burner

while he was still at the bar,
and...

yeah, that same burner
called him just before

and just after the Webber
and Lomax killings.

So let's cross-reference
this unknown number

with the other
agency databases.

See if we can ID
this unknown caller.

- Whoa.

This number is
linked to a pending

Homeland Security
investigation.

- Homeland Security,
see if you can tell

who that number tracks back to.

- No need.

- What do you mean?

- The waitress, Kayla.

There are tons of calls
to and from her phone

to that same burner.

- How do you remember that?

- Well, I could also give you
pi to 300 digits.

- O-okay, let's stick
to the phone number thing.

Bring Kayla in.

- [sighs]

You said I had one job
then I was done.

- This is part of that job.

We need some
more information, okay?

- No, not okay.

- Kayla,
Callum Brewster's dead.

- What?

- Now we need to figure out
who killed him,

otherwise a lot more people
could die

and you don't want that
to happen, correct?

- Did this have anything to do
with me stealing his phone?

- No, it has nothing to do
with that, I promise you.

But it does have to do
with who Callum was

and why we still
need your help.

- What do you want to know?

- Whose number is this?

- My boyfriend Trey's.

- African American guy,
drives the Range Rover, right?

- Yeah, we live together.

- What's his last name?

- Cooper.

Why?

He's got nothing to do
with Brewster.

Trey's clean.
He barely drinks.

He has a business.
He sells towels, bathrobes.

Can I go now?
- We need you to stay put

in case
we have more questions.

- You said all
I had to do was grab

Brewster's phone
and then I'd be done.

I did that, so I'm done.

- Kayla, sit down!

Unless you want
to go back to jail.

You're done when
we say you're done.

♪

- All right, team,
we need to dig deeper

into Kayla's boyfriend,
Trey Cooper.

- Yep, we ran him before,
but he's not in the system.

- Well, it means he's smart,
not innocent.

- Right, let's put him
under the microscope.

Elise, talk to me
about his business.

- His textile company reported
about $20 million in revenue

last year, but here's
the ownership structure.

We're looking at
S corporations, LLCs,

LPs with offshore
partners in Panama.

- The kind of corporate
structure you'd expect

if you were laundering
money for the LS-19.

- Right, so how do we tie him
to these three murders?

- Well, finding
the murder weapon

would be a hell of a start.

- Or we could
try for a warrant.

- No, we don't have enough.

- We could also put
Kayla back in play.

I mean, she lives with him,

has access
to his personal property.

- We did make a deal
with her, though.

You know, she grabbed
Brewster's phone, she was even.

- I'd rather renege on a deal

and catch a guy
that killed three people

than honor it
and let his ass walk.

- Well, we have
a duty to protect her.

- We also have
a duty to Tommy Webber.

- We're asking a girl
that we caught

with a couple of pills
to run multiple operations.

It just--it feels really risky.

- I hear you, but right now,
Kayla is the best game in town.

She's got access to Trey's
house and his property.

So talk to Kayla, see if you
can persuade her to play ball.

- [chuckles]
Trey?

A killer?

You're joking, right?

- No, not even close.

- The guy you're living with
has another life,

and it's a dangerous one.

Do you want to be
a part of that?

- I'm not a part of it.

I wait tables.
I go to nursing school.

- Does Trey own a gun?

- I mean, for protection.

He's worried someone
might try to rob us.

- Does he own a gun
like this one?

- [scoffs]

I don't know, all guns
kind of look the same, right?

- But does he own one
that kind of looks like that?

- Yeah.

- We're going to need you
to get that gun for us.

- No. No way.
- Look, if we're wrong,

then your boyfriend's gun won't
be a match for the murders

and you'll know
that he's a businessman.

But if we're right
and he's a dangerous criminal,

I would think
you would want to know.

- Where does he keep his guns?

- In his safe in the closet.

- Okay, do you know
the combination?

- It's not that kind of safe.
There's a key under the mat.

- Good.
It'll be easy to open then.

- You promised me.

You promised me I was finished.

I was done.

- Do you want to go to jail for
the opioids we busted you with?

Your future, nursing school--
everything would be over.

Is that what you want?

- No.

- Then just work with us.

'Cause if Trey is the kind of
guy that we think he is,

we're doing you a favor.

- Okay,
this stone in the necklace,

it hides
a tiny little camera.

That way, we'll be able to see
everything that you see.

- And I don't
have to operate it?

- Nope, it's just there.

And the same goes
for the earpiece, okay?

We'll be able to talk to you,

but Trey won't
be able to hear us.

Just follow the plan.

You'll be in and out
in five minutes.

- [exhales]

There has to be another way
to get what you want.

Please.

- We'll see you
in five minutes.

- You got this.

♪

Sending her in this unsettled
is not a recipe for success.

- Honestly, Nina,
it seems like you're more

worried about Kayla
than solving this case.

- You're wrong. I just deal
with CIs differently.

- Look, I get that
where you come from,

you're probably not used
to seeing people

circle the drain,
you want to help them, but--

- This has nothing to do
with where I'm from.

She's going in.

♪

- Hey.

- Kayla,
what are you doing here?

Thought you said you
had class this afternoon?

- This guy seems on edge.

- He's not the kind of guy
who gets his hands dirty,

and he just killed
his trusted subordinate.

- I do.

I did. I, um...

- Don't be nervous.
Class got cancelled.

You're going to work out.

- My professor cancelled class.
The flu or something.

I decided I'm going
to take advantage

and go play some tennis.

Get one of the ball machines
and practice my groundstrokes.

- Tennis?

You haven't
played tennis in months.

- Give him a kiss
and go get your stuff.

- Which is why
my pants are so tight.

I'm just going to get my stuff.

[exhales]

Oh, my God.

- You did great.
The hard part's over.

- But hurry up, okay?
We gotta get the gun.

- [exhales]

♪

It's here.

- All right, put it in your
bag and cover it with clothes.

- You're almost there.
Now lock the safe

and put the key back
where you found it.

All right,
let's get out of there

before he gets suspicious,
okay?

- [exhales]

♪

Bye, babe.
- Hey.

Hold up.

♪

Didn't I buy you luggage?

Where are you going
with that ratty bag?

- Oh, uh,
it's just for the gym.

The stuff you got me
is so nice.

- But I brought you
a gym bag.

- Okay, smile
and get out of there.

- Don't worry, baby.
I'll start using that.

For sure.

- Babe.
- I'm going to be late.

- Hey. Great job.

- Here.

I'm done now, right?

The spy necklace,
the gun charge, the drugs...

Say I'm done.

- You're done.

- Kay, now is there someplace
safe that you can lay low

until the dust settles?

- My sister's place
in the Bronx.

- That's great.

We'll let you know what we find
out about Trey,

but until then,
do not reach out to him.

Do you understand?

[zipper closes]
- Hey.

Your bag.

- You're wrong about Trey.

You're wrong about everything.

- For your sake, I hope we are.

♪

Let's get this gun
to Ballistics.

[gunshot]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- So what are we
looking at exactly?

- Here's the bullet
you pulled out of Lomax,

Webber and Brewster.

Notice the identical
striation pattern.

- Yeah.

- It's the exact same
as the striation on the bullet

I just fired
into the water tank.

- Gun's a match.

- Meaning we just got proof
that Trey is our killer.

- Oscar, Mike, let's move.

♪

Clearing teams inside.

It's pointed.
- Go, go, go, go.

[indistinct chatter]

- [indistinct shouting]

- Clear.

- Run that wall.
B squat.

- Nina, this safe is empty.
- Yeah, look.

She said she was going
to play tennis

and left her racket behind.

- He must have seen that,
noticed his .45 was gone,

grabbed the rest of his guns,
and hit the road.

- Yeah, well,
now we have to figure out

what road
and where he's headed.

- Hey, Trey's phone is off.

We put a BOLO out on his car.

He must have left
some kind of breadcrumb

at the house telling us
where he's going.

- No, nothing beyond any
indications that he cleared out

fast with a bunch of cash
and a few handguns.

- All right.
- Jubal, we got something.

- Yeah, what?

- Traffic cam
on the West Side Highway

just grabbed a plate
on Trey's Rover 30 seconds ago.

- Okay, so he's heading South.
Can we track him from there?

- Only if he crosses
another checkpoint.

- Hey, but we do know
that he's Midtown.

- All right,
cross-reference his files.

See if we can find
another location he might go.

- Actually, there might
be another way to find Trey.

This yellow dot is Kayla.

She's only
a few miles behind him.

- Wait, you're tracking her?

- We thought there
was a chance she might

reach out to him,
so we put a tracker on her car.

- Elise,
we still up on her phone?

- Yeah.

Kayla got a text
from an unknown burner

18 minutes ago.

"I need to leave town,
come with me

and meet me at
the 34th Street heliport."

- It's definitely Trey,
but why would he want to escape

with the person
that just sold him out?

- He's going to kill her.
- Go!

[dramatic music]

♪

- There he is.

- Come on, hurry up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- [gasps]
What are you doing?

[both panting]

- Shut up.

- Put your hands up!

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- I don't have a shot.
- Damn it.

[tires screech]

- Let her go, Trey!

[gunshots]

- Look.
- [whimpering]

- Put the gun down, Mr. Cooper.
Make it easy on yourself.

You got nowhere to go.

- Look, you back up off me!

I'll blow her dumb ass away
right now!

Turn it on! Turn it on now!

[groans]
- [sobs]

- Hey! Put your hands up.

- Kayla, Kayla.

Okay, come with me.

We're going to need
an ambulance.

- Good shot, Tiff.

- Thanks.

- It's okay.
Just stay here, okay?

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- How's the arm?

- [shaking voice]
Um...

uh, shrapnel...

just missed
the brachial artery.

[somber music]

I would have made
a really good nurse.

- Well, maybe someday
you still can be.

- Not with these.

♪

- You were attempting to flee
the country with a fugitive.

- It's called
aiding and abetting.

We told you Trey was bad news.

I just wish you would have
trusted us.

- Trusted you?

All you did was
lie to me and use me.

Yesterday, I had a boyfriend,

a job, a career,

and today I have nothing.

I did trust you.

I believed you.

♪

- Hey.

I just, um, wanted to say
about Kayla--

- Yeah, I don't really
wanna talk about her.

- Well, I just want you to know
that I'm not thrilled

about how this all
turned out either.

But I don't think
she's the victim.

The families are the people
who are murdered are.

- Yeah, I know that
she's not the victim.

- You know what?
Whatever.

Maybe this bleeding heart thing
just comes with the territory.

- And what territory
might that be?

- I don't know.

The territory where
privileged people

with Rolexes live.

- Okay.

I bought myself this
when I graduated Quantico

as a gift.

And the privileged territory
that I grew up in

was a trailer park
in East Houston.

[soft dramatic music]

- I just overheard you
talking about your trust fund.

- Not my trust fund.

I had a CI

who got killed last year--

had a daughter who was 19,

and I sent her $500 every month.

She pays for college that way,

but I send it to a trust
so that she doesn't blow it.

- I see.

♪

I'm sorry.

I made an assumption
and that was wrong of me.

- It's okay.

Was a tough case.

- You know, um...

you know, when I first...

got my shield,

I was the youngest person
on my case.

I was the only woman and
I was the only person of color.

And I got frozen out.

But Tommy Webber

took me under his wing,

and he made sure that nobody
treated me as if I was less than

and that really
meant a lot to me.

So I guess I just kinda took
this case very personally.

- I get it.

I think we both did.

Tommy sounds like
he was a really great man.

- He was.

♪

[wolf howls]