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Previously On Rookie Feds...

I think you're assigned to
the Background Check Unit.

You'll be doing
background checks

on potential federal employees.

These are your coloring books,

officially known as a
Probationary New Agent Handbook.

All the mandatory tasks
rookies must complete...

You have 30 seconds to explain

why you have
abandoned your post.

Oliver, it's my fault.

You can't just poach my people.

♪ Just bought some new kicks ♪

Oh, my God. I
cannot believe he did that.

If brains were taxed, that
man would get a refund.

Avery, you're so bad.

Yeah. Okay. See you tomorrow.

Bye. Bye.

♪ Want to get in my car ♪

♪ Maybe we can listen ♪

♪ To some music or whatever ♪

♪ Make our own
sounds even better ♪

♪ They don't know ♪

♪ They won't know ♪

♪ Nobody's business ♪

♪ Our windows tinted ♪

Don't step in the broken glass.

Now, remember, hard and fast...

Her neck has to snap
with a single blow.

Like she slipped and fell.

Three, two, one.

♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah-ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah ♪

Good morning, dream team.

What's up, cute thing? Hey.

What is up is
that you and Simone

have fallen behind on
your coloring books.

Oh. That's because we've
been out saving the world.

Well, it doesn't matter.
Rules are rules in the Bureau.

No exceptions.

If you two don't
complete every task

by the end of your
probationary period,

no amount of heroics
will keep you in the FBI.

Oh. Today we're checking
off lower profile items.

Brendon, you're
going on a burn run.

A burn what?

You and Laura are
gonna follow a truck

with old evidence
from adjudicated cases

to a burn site to be destroyed.

The Bureau requires that agents
oversee that procedure, so...

That sounds, uh...
Boring? Yes, it is.

Why are you so
happy? 'Cause I am.

Alright, let's get to it.

Okay, boss, well, what about me?

What is my assignment?

Inventory.

Every item that the Bureau
issues its employees

needs to be accounted
for on a quarterly basis.

We're talking phones,
computers, weapons,

even staplers.

Everybody hates inventory day.

You're gonna get loads of hell.

Why are you smiling?

You have to do it
with me. Wrong.

Inventory takes place
within the FBI office

and therefore requires
no adult supervision.

You will be flying solo on this.

And I'll take some
personal time.

Well, why'd you even come in?

To see the look on your face.

Yep. That's the one.

Alright. I am about
to crush this.

My boss?

He's not here.

He's hiding
from you in the bathroom.

Agent Daniels. Are
you in there? No.

Agent Daniels, I just
need to get the VIN number

from your Bureau car.

But you don't need to look
at any of the pictures on it,

right? Nope.

Just the serial number.

No one touches my girl but me.

No one.

I don't have it. Meaning
you left it at home?

No, I mean, I just...
It's... I can't find it.

You lost your Bureau car?

And a bit of advice?

Next time, keep your
privates off your publics.

I only need to "touch your girl"

with my eyes to confirm
the serial number.

It's just... It's... It's
temporarily misplaced.

Can you come back tomorrow?

Honey, I got to get
this done today.

I got to do all the...

I know you did not just
close this door on me

while I'm talking to you.

Isn't burning evidence
kind of a bad idea?

I mean, what if the evidence is needed
again down the line? No, it won't be.

All the evidence on that
truck belongs to cases

that have gone through
the appeals process...

Sentenced, settled, done.

So... So we just sit
there and watch it burn?

Well, the burn site is
a commercial business.

And the evidence is
federal property.

So we just, you know, babysit
it until it transforms into ash.

You can't possibly enjoy this.

Plus, you let me
drive, which is weird.

What... What are you looking at?

Oh, um... I'm buying a house.

What? Oh, my God.
That's amazing.

Congratulations.

Where is it? Uh, Culver City.

Yeah, I just put the
offer in last night.

Waiting to hear back
from my realtor.

So I need a task that
requires zero brainpower.

Let me see.

Oh, wow. It's adorable.

What does that mean?

Nothing. You think it's small.

No, I didn't say
small. It's... cozy.

Respiratory tech to OB.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

So, I have the
perfect day planned,

starting with
breakfast at the beach.

Great.

You okay?

If you're too tired,
we can do something

more low key. No.

I love the beach.

It's just been a
difficult shift.

You lost a patient? No.

The pill count in the pharmacy

has been off every
day for a week,

and people are starting
to point fingers.

At me. What? Why you?

'Cause they figure the apple
doesn't fall far from the tree.

That makes no sense. Your
mom's not a drug dealer.

She's a felon who
runs a strip club.

I love that you
see the difference,

but most people don't.

Okay, what pills
are going missing?

Adderall, Oxy, Ketamine.

Admin has talked to LAPD,

but it's a low
priority for them.

Well, you're a top
priority for me,

and I can't have this hanging
over your head on our date.

So I'm gonna solve this crime.

No. This feels beneath you.

Title 21 gives the FBI
permission to investigate

controlled substances.

Just have to call my
boss for the okay.

I do need one more thing
to start my investigation.

What? A smart, sexy partner.

You know the hospital
and the employees.

And I can't crack
this case without you.

Do I get a code name? Yeah.

Trouble.

Let's get started. Come on.

"Do I get a code name?"
I mean, in the movies,

they always get code
names.

This ain't the movies.

Good morning, Agent Bailor.

You ever thought about hanging
up some artwork in here?

You know, liven up
the place a bit?

Probationary
Special Agent Clark.

That's me. Never thought I'd
see your face in here again.

Well, me neither. But
I'm on inventory duty.

Oh, gun, phone, laptop,
credentials, and Bu car.

Correct?

A complete list of my items

and their corresponding
serial numbers.

Everyone, hand over
your inventory cards

to Special Agent Clark.

Damn. Impressive.

The devil is in the details.

You'd have learned that
if you'd stayed here

instead of jumping ship
first chance you got.

Ooh, this looks like fun.

I wonder if they'll
let me throw in a few.

No, no, no. Stand
down, Probie.

Their job is to burn,
our job is to observe.

Oh. Alright.

Public corruption, 30 boxes.

Intellectual property
theft, 20 boxes.

What?!

What?

My offer didn't get accepted.

I-I'm now in a bidding war
with four other buyers.

That's L. A. real
estate for you.

Apparently now I have to
submit my best and final offer

along with a letter
to the homeowners?

Not only
do I have to overpay,

but I have to kiss their asses.

No, it's very common. I've
been through this before.

T-The homeowners, they
want to be courted.

You know, they don't
just want your money,

they want a good story.

Okay, well, my story
is in my credit score,

my 30% down payment,

and my pristine employment
record. Yeah, no.

That's all financial.

You need to convince
the homeowner

that you love this house,

that you're the only person

who will take care of
its legacy. Ugh, gag.

Well, then bye-bye, house.

Fine.

What do I need to do?

What you do best.
You profile them.

You tell them exactly
what they want to hear.

Hey, Chuck.

I'm Simone.

I'm here to inventory

all the unassigned
department cellphones.

I mean, if you could help
me out and let me know

where they are...

Thanks.

Are you going on a coffee run?

Because if you
are, I'll take a...

What the...

Hello? Who's this?

Uh, who did you want
it to be? Mike Jeffers.

I don't know who that
is, but I'm Simone.

Then why'd you answer his
phone? Because it was ringing.

And you just happen to have
an FBI agent's cellphone?

I'm an FBI agent, too.
But not the right one.

I need to speak with Mike now.

It's a matter of life and death.

Okay, sweetie, let
me try to find him.

Can you tell me your name? No.

Psst. Do you know Special
Agent Mike Jeffers?

I did. He died a
few months ago.

Heart attack. So sad.

Honey, I am so sorry
to tell you this,

but Jeffers passed away.

What?

No. I-I-I gotta go.

No, no, no. Now, you
called him for a reason.

Let me help you.
Just forget it, okay?

Okay, I-I know you
don't know me from Eve,

but you can trust me.

If you were in a confidential
relationship with Jeffers,

you were most
likely his C.I...

Which means he looked the
other way on some things.

How am I doing so far?

No comment.

Trace the call for this
highlighted number.

I will honor the
relationship you had

with Jeffers 100%.

And I will help you with this
matter of life and death.

I-I don't know.

What are you so
afraid of? I...

I overheard something I
wasn't supposed to last night,

and I don't know what to do.

What was that?

What? I think there's
someone in my house.

Who's in your house?

Tell me where you are

and I'll send help right away.

I don't
know who they are.

They must have
found out that I...

Hello?

H-Hel...

Damn it. Did you
trace the number?

No go. It's a burner. No
name or address attached.

Boss? Yeah?

I got a situation.
Oh, no. No, you don't.

You are on inventory duty,
and that is the antithesis

of a situation. Well,
yeah, but a phone

I was inventorying
belonged to Agent Jeffers.

His C.I. called.

She's in trouble,
but she hung up

before I could get a name.

She said someone
was in her house.

You sure this isn't you
just desperately searching

for a way out of
inventory duty? No, sir.

Jeffers' former
partner's Oliver Bailor.

Go talk to him. Bailor?

Twice in one day.
What a treat.

Sir, I need to speak to you
about an unidentified source

that belonged to one of
your former partners.

Which one? Mike Jeffers.

A woman called his old phone,

and she said it was a
matter of life and death,

and then she hung up.

I mean, do you have any
idea who that might be?

Nope. But, sir.

The late Special Agent
Jeffers and I parted ways

over a year ago.

He had dozens of C. I. s.

Well, how many of them
were women? A few.

I'm sure I have no idea which
one she is. Maybe you do.

Okay, this woman, her voice
sounded sophisticated,

almost like the attitude you
would have if you were rich.

Gracie Hunt.

She runs an illegal poker
game for high rollers

out of her home in
Brentwood. I'm going.

Please call LAPD and
have them meet me there.

You're a probationary agent.

You need a senior
agent with you.

Then come on. Gracie needs us.

Gracie? It's Simone!

♪ Why don't you show me
what you're made of ♪

Gracie?

♪ Why don't you show
me how you feel ♪

♪ Your kind of taste
is what I live for ♪

Damn it.

♪ Dance like a fiend
with a fix to fill ♪

She's dead.

Maybe she called Mike hoping
he'd talk her out of using.

Hearing that he was dead
pushed her over the edge.

That doesn't track.

20 minutes ago, this
girl was yelling

that there was an
intruder in her house,

and now she's O. D.'d?

Something is not right.

It had to be staged.

We don't have nearly
enough evidence

to support that theory.

Ms. Hunt was in
and out of rehab,

so an accidental
O. D. Is possible.

But not plausible.

Were there any
signs of a break-in?

No, sir.

And even if it is a murder,
it's LAPD's jurisdiction.

Unless it's the murder
of a federal informant.

I'm going back to work. Good
luck with that. And this.

Oliver, wait.

Simone's instincts
are usually spot-on.

Could you work
this with her? No.

Her training agent
isn't here, Oliver,

and you worked with
Jeffers for years.

No one's gonna have
your level of insight.

You know that.

Alright, fine.

But she will do things
my way or not at all.

Of course. Goes
without saying.

So I got an idea.
Good for you.

Now stop talking and
do as you're told.

Camera should catch the
unsub stealing the drugs.

What's that? A list
of hot suspects.

Everyone with access and motive.

There's, like, 20
people on that. Mm-hmm.

And that's one of
them right there.

Nurse Melinda,
lookin' all guilty.

Or just hungry.

Not Miss Sacred Cow going
medieval on a cheeseburger

after acting all sanctimonious
about being a lifelong vegan.

What a liar. But not a thief.

It wasn't right when folks
accused you with zero proof,

so maybe don't do the same thing
to them? She is a liar, though.

I mean, that's clearly
a double patty.

This letter is perfect.

Huh. Almost.

Okay, so first you're
a real estate expert

and now you're a literary critic?
Uh, just don't be so sensitive.

Ma'am. I-I'm just gonna
highlight one sentence here.

"Your recent kitchen remodel
was refined yet breathtaking."

Yeah, that's a really
nice compliment.

Yeah, but
think about your profile.

Okay, they're aging hippies who
go to Burning Man every year

and use a psychic.

Oh, so they value community
and prize sentimentality

over the material. So do
they care about a remodel?

No, of course not.

They care about the
memories they leave behind.

I mean, Phil and Connie have
been married for 25 years.

They raised two kids in there,
you know? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I got it.

Oh, and there's just
a little spelling...

Shutting up. Mm-hmm.

And done.

Boom. Yeah.

Take cover!

M-80s.

It's just someone
blowing off steam.

Or distracting us.

Hey, FBI! Stop!

Stop!

I need a BOLO out
for a blue Camry,

no rear license plate, last
seen headed north on Western.

Why would somebody steal
an old evidence box?

I don't know.

But it's our necks if
we don't get it back.

Tell me you got
something. Yes.

No. Tell me you got something.

According to Gracie's dealer,

Gracie left the game
early last night,

which never happens,

which means she was
clearly upset by something.

Which proves
nothing. Maybe not.

But it gives credibility
to what she said

when she called me.
She didn't call you.

She called Jeffers.

The dealer said that there were

seven high rollers at that game.

We need to bring them
all in for questioning.

We can't compel them,
and they've all got

lawyers on speed dial.

But we may have an in, Oliver.

Gideon Taft.

Alright. The actor from
all the Marvel movies.

Yep.

And Brendon's nemesis.

He got every role
Brendon wanted.

Which might make this
ask a little tricky,

but if anybody can
sweet-talk B, it's me.

Is she always like this?

Yeah, pretty much.

Ooh, just the person
I was looking for.

Hey, how you doing?
How'd the burn run go?

Oh, not great.
How's inventory?

Well, I kind of ran
into a little thing,

and I'm hoping you
could help me with it.

Yeah, you know I'll
help you if I can.

Gideon Taft. No, no.

But wait, B. You didn't
even... Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, I-I... No. You didn't even
let me get the question out.

I don't need to. He's the
worst guy in the world, so no.

Please. I need to talk to
him without his lawyer.

And you know I wouldn't ask
you if it wasn't important.

Ugh. Fine.

I'll ask him to come in.
But you owe me. Big time.

Trust me. Deal.

Hey, any clarity?

Stolen evidence box was
from the Andrew Vogel case.

Why do I keep hearing that name?

Do you listen to the "Cold
Storage Crime" podcast?

Uh, sometimes.

The new season is
all about Vogel.

He was an accountant who ripped
off his clients $30 million.

He was sentenced to 20
years, but died in prison...

Heart attack. Think
maybe the podcaster

can tell us why someone
stole that evidence?

Laura already has her coming in.

Clearly, our unsub
knew that the files

were being burned today. And you think
someone from this building tipped them off.

And you want me to see
who was in the loop.

Why do I feel like you're already
on it? 'Cause I'm already on it.

You're the best. I know.

Thank you.

Another stakeout tip...
Go easy on the coffee.

It's Murphy's Law.

Crimes always go down when
the bladder has other plans.

Too late. Back in a sec.

Hold up, hold up. Who's this guy?

Oh, that's just Gregory. He
interns here after school.

He's a good kid.

And a pill thief.

FBI. Show me your hands.

Seriously?

I'm sorry, Miss
Davis. But I had to.

They're making me.
Who's making you?

I-I can't tell you
that. You can't?

Okay, listen to me.

I know it's scary
talking to the FBI.

But trust me, Carter's the best
person to have in your corner.

What's going on, son?

Two weeks ago, I-I got a
text from this random number

saying I needed to steal pills.

Alright, I thought
it was a prank.

Until they sent me
a photo of my nana.

Your grandmother? She's
in a nursing home.

Alright, they got a photo
of her sleeping in bed.

These guys are no joke.

Said they'd hurt her if
I didn't deliver pills.

And how do you deliver them?

I get a new location every day.

When and where is the next drop?

Two hours. At Griffith Park.

Looks like our stakeout
just turned into a sting.

Do you mind if I record
this? For my podcast? No way.

Okay. Well, then I'm out
of here. No, no, uh, no.

Y-Y-You can't record
this conversation.

I'm sure if you help us,
we can do a follow-up,

uh, interview at...

I'll do a follow-up
interview. How's that?

Great. Earlier today,
someone stole a box

of old trial evidence
from the Vogel case.

Now, why would they do that?

Well, Vogel stole millions,

hid the accounts behind a
cryptographic web of mystery.

I mean, it's true-crime catnip.

Yeah, but in your last episode,

you said that there
was 800 grand missing.

Uh, what's the deal with that?

So you're a fan. A-As of
45 minutes ago, y-yeah.

I listened at five-times speed.

You listened at five-x?
You can't listen at five-x.

You lose all the nuance.
There's no nuance to this.

All of the money
was accounted for.

So why tell people
that it wasn't?

It's money the
FBI didn't know about.

I'm telling you, Vogel hid
money behind one last puzzle.

And you're just sending amateur
sleuths out on a treasure hunt?

You know, one of them likely
committed a crime because of it.

I'm
just sharing the truth

with my listeners.

What they do with it is on them.

It's Simone. Uh, she
said it's an emergency.

Hey. You need to talk
to your "nemesis."

Oh. Uh, Gideon's
not cooperating?

Gideon's not here.
But "Cobra Wixx" is.

He says he's a spy for MI-6.

Uh, yeah, he's a "Method" actor.

He won't break character
because he's preparing

for a role or filming, so...

So how do we get
him to talk to us?

You got to
play by his rules.

You mind if I have a run at him?

Hey, Cobra. Special
Agent Acres.

Can't say I appreciate

being run in like this, mate.

Oh, well, the FBI
needs your help.

Cobra's listening, ain't I.

When you were at that
poker game last night,

did you overhear anyone
talking about anything illegal,

dangerous, or worth killing for?

Certainly a spy in
the King's Service

must have overheard something.

I might have, bruv. Oh.

But before I say what I know,
what's bloody in it for me?

Okay. I have had it with
you, Daniel Dumb Lewis.

There is a murderer
on the loose,

and you're wasting time.

Stop all this
stupid method acting

and tell us what you heard.

I... I...

- Boy, I'm not playing with you.
- Okay, fine.

I-I'm sorry. I-I-I
didn't hear anything.

So all of this was just improv?

Yeah.

But maybe... maybe my
phone got something.

One of the other players
there... he's from England.

I was recording him
to perfect my accent.

Hand it over.

And work on your damn accent,
'cause it's hella wack.

Colin, you're in
serious trouble.

You logged into the FBI database

and looked up when the
Vogel case evidence

was set to be burned.

Why would I do
that? I don't know.

But there's a record showing
that you remotely logged in

from your house three
nights ago at 10:14 p. m.

That's not true. Oh.

Oh? Well, there was a girl...

Uh, Molly, or
Margaret, maybe Mary.

Uh-huh. But I can't
remember.

Uh, I met her at the
bar near my apartment.

And she was into all
the things I'm into...

Dutch Soccer and D&D.

Unicorn combo. Ugh. Okay.

And you brought
this unicorn woman

back to your place?

Yeah, and she ended
up using my laptop

to quiz me on Nordic trivia.

To find out your
password. I guess so.

Now, what did she look
like? Um, glasses, but hot.

Uh, long red hair.
Sounds like my thief.

Okay, where did she go after she
left your apartment? I don't know.

She grabbed a ride
share, and I passed out.

Okay, do not even think
about leaving your desk

until we verify your story.

Do you understand? Yes.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

I heard you had a recording from
Gracie Hunt's poker game. It's rough.

But the digital forensics team

managed to isolate
the background,

and we got this
little snippet. Okay.

The specialist
you hooked me up with?

He's making my problem
go away tomorrow.

And I'm going to dance
at his funeral.

So you're thinking "specialist"
equals hitman? Yeah.

I mean, that has to be
the "life or death" thing

that Gracie overheard.
That's what got her killed.

The audio is too distorted
to I. D. the speaker.

So not only do we not
know who the target is,

we don't know who
ordered the hit, either.

Well, we do know it's one
of these five guys up here,

but we don't have enough time to
figure out which one. Uh, not true.

This is when we have to fall
back on our fundamentals.

What fundamentals? Research.

A skill you would have perfected

if you had stayed
in my department.

Now, something in the
background of these players

could be the clue to figuring
out who ordered the hit.

One detail, no matter how small,

might be all we
need to crack this.

Let's see.

The specialist
you hooked me up with?

He's making my problem
go away tomorrow.

And I'm going to
dance at his funeral.

The specialist
you hooked me up with?

He's making my
problem... Wait, wait.

The specialist
you hooked me up with?

What are
you thinking, Simone?

Well he's speaking so
methodically, deliberately.

I worked with a lot of kids

that had language
and speech disorders.

This guy could be
covering up a stutter.

That might be just the detail.

Okay, where did I see this?

Mitch Ballard, CFO. Not there.

Nothing in his financials.

Yes! Okay.

Mitch Ballard last year
was the keynote speaker

at the American Speech-
Language-Hearing Foundation.

Ding, ding, ding. That
can't be a coincidence.

He's our man. Nice work.

Nice work to you, too, sir.

Okay, you guys want to stop
patting each other on the back

and go pick this guy up, please?

Hopefully he makes
this easy. Yeah.

Hey, there. Slow down.

FBI, Mr. Ballard.
We need a word.

I'm late for a meeting.
Sir, we need you to stop.

Alright, get the
car, cut him off.

Drop the case.

Get down on the ground.

You okay?

Put him in the car.

I need a minute.

Hey, boss. Yeah?

Good news... Oliver and
I caught Mitch Ballard.

Okay, well, then
what's the bad news?

He's not talking,
so we have no idea

who the hitman is he hired
or who the target might be.

Oh, and Oliver took
himself off the case

and went back to BCU.

Simone, what
did you do this time?

Me? Yeah.

Nothing. I didn't.

It was Ballard.

He hit him in the
face with a briefcase.

And he's okay.

I just think it's his pride
that's a little bruised.

It's more complicated than that.

Two years ago, when Oliver
and Jeffers were partners,

Oliver was shot in the
line. He almost died.

Well, he could have just
retired and taken his pension,

but he loved the work.

So he left the field,
and he took over the BCU.

Looks like he was just
given a harsh reminder

of how dangerous field work
can be, right?

Hi. You doing okay?

Fine. Thank you. Goodbye.

Listen, Ballard isn't talking.

But we still have
time to stop the hit.

Yeah, I'm not going
back out with you.

I'm not asking you to.

I'm just saying, I think
we could solve this thing

if we do a deep dive

and figure out who
Ballard wants dead.

Hey.

I can't do what you do.

You're damn right, you can't.

Everyone, drop
what you're doing.

We've got a new research target.

Give me some.

So, uh, any news
on the house? No.

My realtor says
that Phil and Connie

won't make a decision until
they consult their psychic.

It is no way to make a
major financial decision.

Oh, it is in L. A.

So, uh, where
are we going? Oh.

The warrant came back for
the redhead's ride share.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Way to bury the
lede. So who is she?

And no one found the money.

Not his kids. Not his
wife. Not his boss.

FBI. Open up, Amelia.

You guys want to do the
interview now? Sure.

Are you ready to
make a confession?

Just, uh, not for
your listeners.

Hey, wait. Oh. Don't
touch my stuff.

Oh, it's... it's not your stuff.

It's the FBI's. Here we go.

And you are using it to
crack some sort of a code.

Vogel's personal journals.

It has the missing
piece of the puzzle,

which will reveal the
location of the 800 grand

and make me a true crime legend.

Who are you working with?

Someone told you
the evidence boxes

were being burned today. And
pointed her towards Colin Mayberry

to use as a patsy.

I don't have to
tell you anything.

Yeah, but you're looking
at some serious time.

So remember this...
Whoever talks first

gets the deal.

And then my uncle

sent me back to the coffee cart
because his latte didn't have

that stupid heart design
in the foam.

Hey, Sherry.

Do you have a second
to talk about some

Freedom of Information Act
requests? You have one to file?

No. But Amelia Teller did.

More than a dozen, actually,

requesting evidence from
the Andrew Vogel trial.

And you're a big fan
of her podcast, right?

So you decided, "I'm
gonna reach out.

I'm gonna give you the
evidence that you need

in exchange for half of
the money that Vogel hid."

No, I didn't. Your
partner flipped.

We have "receipts."
You're under arrest.

Stand up. It was my ticket
out of this stupid job

where I have to
listen to my dumb boss

complain about his lame life
while I do all the hard work.

Alright. Back me up, Elena.

You were just complaining
about your uncle.

I was not.

Who are you gonna believe?
Me? Or a confessed criminal?

Come on, let's go. I'm going!

Why can't
I come with you?

Because our target is a
dangerous extortionist.

It's better if you stay here
with Gardner and Morales.

I feel very safe.

I also feel like
giving you a kiss.

Well, it's neither the
time nor place for...

Code Name... Trouble. Living
up to her name.

Good luck. Be safe.

Tell me you got something.
Yeah. Ballard's target.

Billionaire big wig Dan Delford.

Ballard's boss. Why him?

Money. Delford's always been
considered a reclusive genius.

Hasn't left his
penthouse in months.

Lately, his decision-making
has been so erratic,

it's tanking the stock price.

Ballard is losing
millions a week.

Last straw appears
to be Delford's new

"Avery Initiative."

It's an environmental money
pit that shareholders hate.

Have you warned
Delford? We tried.

Reached out to his security.

They said he gave them
the slip an hour ago.

Nobody knows where he is.

Our hitman must have
figured out a way

to lure Delford out of
his hiding, but how?

Delford must have
a leverage point

that we don't know about.

I might know what it is. What?

Delford mentioned
in an interview

that he named the
Avery Initiative

after a long-lost high-school
girlfriend... Avery Edison.

I've been trying
to track her down.

Avery Edison died in
her home last week.

Slipped in the bathroom.

Her funeral is this afternoon.

I bet Avery's death was
as much an "accident"

as Gracie's O. D. Was an O. D.

I'll mobilize LAPD to
meet us at that cemetery.

Yeah.

You coming?

It worked.

Of course it did.

Heart strings are the
easiest thread to pull.

Now finish the job.

Package has been taped
under a bench at my 10:00.

We're a go.

Keep eyes on
Mr. Gray Jacket here.

We got a bogey. I'm gonna
get this old man out of here.

You gotta be kidding me.

Hey.

FBI, sir.

Put the package back. Sir.

Sir! Aah!

Hey, hey! Aah! Aah!

My knee. Drop the package.

Are you armed? No. No.

This is all a big
misunderstanding.

Stay still. I'm a nurse.

Are you feeling lightheaded?
No, I'm feeling old.

Joseph Cicero. Yeah.

Joseph Cicero.

You were a Mafia enforcer

for the Milano brothers
back in the '80s.

They called you Joey C.

Didn't you get a life sentence?

They gave me a
compassionate release

because of my age.

Suckers. So you went
right back to crime-ing?

There's no pension
plan for old mobsters.

My idiot son spent all
the cash I had hidden

and stuck me in a home.

Now, I ain't built for Bingo.

So when I overheard
this old windbag

going on about her grandkid
working in a hospital,

it created a
business opportunity

for myself. By terrifying a
young man into stealing pills.

Shame on you. Stick your shame
where the sun don't shine.

How about I stick it where
those false teeth are? Okay.

Ooh. Ooh. Okay, let's...
let's not do that.

Yeah. Yeah. Come on.
Mr. Cicero, you're under arrest.

There's Delford.

Mr. Delford, we
need you to come with us.

What? Garza: We're with
the FBI, Mr. Delford.

Just come with us,
okay?

Why? You're in jeopardy.
We'll explain later.

Let's go, sir.

Are you okay? It's a
nerve agent. This is Garza.

I need an ambulance at
my location right away.

There. Gray suit, brown hair.

The nerve agent was
delivered by handshake.

Do not touch his hand.

I got it.
Stay with them.

FBI. Freeze,
right there. Don't move.

There you go. Hands up.
Get down on one knee.

Let's go. Yeah.

So I talked to the prosecutor.

If Gregory testifies
against Joey C.,

the charges will be knocked
down to a misdemeanor.

No prison. That's
great, Carter.

Yeah, and now we've
proven to your colleagues

that you weren't the
pill thief. Thank you.

You're the best partner ever.

- You're not so bad
yourself. - Carter!

Why does God hate me?

Y... You're supposed
to be doing inventory.

Yeah, well, we caught a murder.

What's wrong with him?
Nerve agent of some kind.

Page Dr. Miles, now.

I'm afraid to ask. I was
minding my own business

when this girl called.

She was looking
for Agent Jeffers,

but he's dead.

She was in jeopardy
because she found out

about a murder for hire.

Then she gets killed.
Staged to look like an O. D.

Uh, which you did not
believe, by the way.

But that's a whole
'nother story.

Anyway, turns out
there's this hitman

who makes his kills
look like accidents,

and he poisoned
this billionaire,

but we caught his
ass at the cemetery.

So you didn't do the inventory?

I-I did some of it.

Okay, Logan. Okay.

You don't have to talk to
me if you don't want to.

That's fine. But I'm
not a fool, either.

There was no getaway car
at the cemetery. Huh?

There's no way that one man

could have subdued Avery and
Gracie all by themselves.

So you have a partner.

You give him up,
we cut you a deal.

Or you can spend the
rest of your young life

in a federal penitentiary.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Okay.

We are not gonna get
anything out of him.

Who knew that hitmen
could be so loyal?

Yeah, well, it's not just
about loyalty, Simone.

The guy's afraid.

He knows that if
he talks, he dies.

We arrested Ballard
for paying for the hit,

but it doesn't feel right
that there's a killer

still out there. We're gonna
find him. Starting tomorrow.

But tonight, you need to
complete inventory duty.

That's funny.

You see me laughing?
Nope. I'm on it.

Good.

You know, I can get a
suggestion box if you'd like.

For any complaints or anything.

Oh. You heard.

No heart shape in
my latte's foam.

Hey, you have to give a little

to get a little in
the assistant network.

Complaining about our
bosses is what bonds us.

It's all make-believe with you.

Tío. Tío, come on.

How's Delford doing?

It was touch and go for a bit.

But he's gonna be okay.

Almost killed by a
handshake. What a day.

I'm on hour 22, but
I feel more wired

than I did when we
started at 9:00 a. m.

Yeah, me too.

You know, as fun as today was,

being Code Name...
Trouble and all,

I'm sad we missed
breakfast at the beach.

Yeah. Would have
been romantic.

You know what would be
even more romantic, though?

The beach at moonlight?

Exactly. I like it.

Yeah? But you know what would
be even more romantic than that?

Hmm? The beach at sunrise after
we spend the night at my place.

You win. Always.

And don't you forget it.

You really think there's a
missing 800 grand out there

and the key to finding
it is hidden somewhere

in Vogel's journals?
Well, if it is,

the cryptanalysts will find it,
but by the way it's looking,

those two women just got
into a lot of trouble

for nothing. At
least it saved us

from some serious embarrassment.

And I got to check something
off of my coloring book.

Oh, not quite.

We have to finish the
burn run tomorrow.

Really? No credit
for time served?

Alright, well, we
can go look at some

different houses
for you, then. Oh.

Actually, I predict
that my housing fortunes

are about to improve.

Is that Bill and
Connie's psychic? Yes.

Ah, Madame Montclairé,
thanks for coming in.

Do you know who I
am? Laura Stensen.

You're one of the less
qualified applicants

for Phil and Connie's home.

Wow, the Internet's really
made life easier for psychics.

Oh, yeah. I must warn you.

I am bound by a covenant
to guard my clients' trust

in their communion
with the fates

and wisdom of the
spirits. Sure.

On the other hand,
what I'm offering

is to put a small thumb
on the scale of justice

with the Phoenix P. D... Who
currently have a warrant out

for your arrest for
shoplifting a crystal ball.

Congratulations on your
new home. Thank you.

Yes!

Oh, see, you are
not the only one

who knows how to play the
L. A. real estate game.

Working late? Inventory is
not gonna finish itself.

You? I'm just trying to
get a jump on tomorrow.

I, um... I heard about what
happened with you and Jeffers.

And I can't imagine how hard
it was to come back from that.

Well, I hope you never
have to find out.

Tell me, are you the reason that
there is a rumor going around

that I broke the back
of the Delford case...

single-handedly?

Well... I, uh, kinda
sorta put that out there.

I guess you want
me to thank you.

No. I want you to
forgive me. For what?

My first day in your unit, I was
a little annoyed. Oh, really?

I couldn't tell. But working with
you today changed my perspective.

I can be headstrong
and impatient.

But I could have learned
a lot in your unit.

I could have learned
a lot from you.

♪ Flicking light buzzes
on everything almost ♪

Probationary
Special Agent Clark,

you're absolutely right.

For once.

But, um, next time
you have a problem?

Leave me out of it.

Where's the fun in that?

♪ But there's no need to steer ♪