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Special Agent Simone Clark, FBI.

And you are?

Special Agent Brendon Acres.

Aaah!

We did it, B!

But I'm gonna tell you something.
You should not be here.

You should be out at a bar,
picking up hot chicks

with your shiny, new creds,
not coming with me

to say goodbye to my former students.

- You listen to me.
- It's a huge day for you.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

All right.

Get ready to see me ugly-cry.

Surprise!

Thank you, guys!

My God.

I've had a crush on you
since my freshman year.

- Ooh!
- Okay.

Hannah, I'm flattered,
but that's wildly inappropriate.

- What?
- No, not you, Miss Clark.

I'm talking about Vampire Cop.

Lord.

I just loved you so much on that show.

Is there any chance
that they're gonna reboot it?

Well, I don't know. Not with me.

My acting days are... Are over.

I'm a real cop now, an FBI agent like...

Miss Clark here.

That's right. So everybody relax.

Stop taking pictures.

Listen, do not embarrass me
in front of company.

- What?!
- You...

My daughter is in this school.

I have a right to see my daughter!

- Sir, I cannot let you...
- Don't you touch me!

Now, don't you... Don't you touch me!

My daughter is in this school,
and I'm gonna see her!

Marjorie, call 911.

Go out this door down the side.

It's gonna lead you behind the dumpster.

Sneak up on him
while I try to De-escalate this.

Stay in this room.

Hey, sir! Be easy!

Back off!

I just need to take my daughter home!

I never wanted any of this!

I know you don't, so why
don't you put the bat down?

And let's talk about this.

Listen, i-if your daughter
is anything like me

when I was her age,

she worships her daddy.

You're her hero.

You don't want her to look out
here and see her hero like this.

Don't you break that baby's heart.

I didn't ask for this damn divorce!

It's okay! We got this.

We're Feds.

Welcome back. Need a ride?

- John Nolan.
- People are gonna start to talk.

Let them talk.

So, your first day as an FBI agent.

- You nervous?
- No.

Yeah, a little.

I mean, ooh, it's finally here.

The dream is no longer deferred.

On top of that,
you set the bar pretty high

the last time you were here.

Question is, will the Bureau
give you credit for it,

or are they gonna make you
prove yourself all over again?

Garza will, I think.

But as a Black woman,

there's no resting on your laurels.

You gotta armor up every day
and prove you belong.

Well, if you need someone
to armor up next to you,

you know who to call.

The cutest guy I know.

I told you, I don't have access
to what you're looking for.

You're lying.

But I appreciate your loyalty.

But we're leaving here
with what we came for.

And when we're done, you'll be dead.

The only question is, are you
gonna give us what we want,

or are we gonna have to kill them, too?

Daddy! I'm here.

I thought you weren't coming
until tomorrow.

It is tomorrow.

I took a red-eye,

and I gotta get right into the office.

It's my first day, and I can't be late.

You never told me how long
you'll be staying.

Well, I guess until I can find

something that's affordable

with enough room for the twins
when they come home from college.

So, forever.

Ha, ha.

What, you worried about me
cramping your style with the ladies?

It's not about the ladies.

It's a little about the ladies,

but it's mostly about the kind
of work I do in the community.

Meaning, how are you gonna
represent police reform

when you got the police in your home?

Exactly.

Okay, well, you just tell them
that I'm working in a brand-new unit,

and I'm gonna reform the FBI
from the inside.

So, how was D.C.?

- Frustrating.
- I bet.

You know, can I just say
I'm kind of flattered

you went all the way out there
to complain about me?

Don't be cute.

This special unit of yours
is counter to the entire FBI ethos.

Exactly, Tracy.
The Bureau needs an upgrade.

Less process, more police work.

How do you think it's going in there?

You're the people expert.

I'm a profiler,
not a body-language specialist.

Wouldn't take a specialist to read that.

Tracy, please, the Bureau
needs a rapid-response unit

that can jump in on fast-moving cases.

I really wish you wouldn't see

what I'm trying to do as such a threat.

Well, I might be a little less concerned

if you hadn't picked Laura and Carter.

They are outside-the-box thinkers,

and they are experts in their fields.

They're a hot mess.

Laura melted down at BSU, and
Carter can't stay out of his own way.

And why on Earth

would you be stepping in
on a murder case

LAPD just caught?

Because I have a feeling
there's more to it.

Feeling is not an
FBI investigative method.

And yet they helped me
catch a Russian terrorist.

You know...

there's a flip side to this
big swing of yours, Matt.

If your unit screws up in any way,

I will shut it down.

We done?

Yeah.

New blood.

- Brendon Acres?
- Yes, ma'am.

Are you my training agent?

Laura Stensen.
This is Agent Carter Hope.

You'll be working with us
in the Special Investigative Unit.

Does that mean I'm your rookie?

- Simone Clark.
- No.

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

I think not. Has to be a mi... mista...

Hey. Hey, Agent Garza.

Looking good.

There's some confusion.

I'm supposed to be assigned
to your unit.

No, no, there's no confusion, Simone.

Let's get to work.

W... But, sir, I...

Background Unit's
down the hall and to the left.

So, where are we going?

Overflow building.

It's where they keep the misfit toys.

It's where they keep
the computer servers.

It's where Garza set us up
to keep us out

from under the eye of the big boss.

All right, we've got a case. Elena!

What did we discuss about the yelling?

It's not yelling. It's exuberance.

Did LAPD send over
the initial case file?

Yes, it's uploaded in the fishbowl.

Fishbowl? No, I prefer briefing room.

And I prefer sleeping in,
but my uncle's all hung up

on this "normal business hours" thing.

Whoa. Hi. I'm Elena.

- Brendon.
- I know.

I've seen every episode
of "Vampire Cop."

Almost didn't recognize you
with your shirt on, though.

Our victim's name is Roger Kynard.

LAPD responded to a 911 call
this morning

after the Kynard family
arrived home from Catalina

and found his body.

Now, as you can see by
the initial crime-scene photos,

Mr. Kynard was beaten
pretty badly before he died.

The working theory is
a home invasion that ended ugly.

But you disagree, otherwise
we wouldn't be talking about it.

Well, Mr. Kynard
was the assistant director

of the Federal Facilities
Management Department.

He oversaw retrofits
for all federal buildings.

All? Including, like, the Pentagon?

And the White House.

So go find out who killed
this guy, because I'm worried

he's connected
to something much scarier.

Hey, everybody.

Agent Clark, you're late.

Well, yeah, I-I'm sorry.
I was, just talking to Agent Garza.

That's no excuse.

You'll be doing background checks
on potential federal employees.

Well, I hope that involves
a lot of field interviews.

No, this is purely a desk job.
Files and phone calls.

And I expect you to clear a dozen a day.

That's nothing.
I can do this in my sleep.

This guy looks all right.

Iffy.

We like her.

Ding, ding.

This guy's gonna be a problem.

How could you possibly
know that with one look?

Simple. I read thousands
of student files

when I was a guidance counselor,
and I got really good at this game

I like to call
"What doesn't belong here?"

See, this candidate, Micah Olsen...

He was a chemical engineer in
Denver for damn near a decade,

but he's applying to be
a janitor in El Paso?

In my experience, drastic change
equals a person in crisis.

Really?

'Cause I'm talking
to a middle-aged woman

who abandoned her life
and moved across the country

to join the FBI.

Are you saying I should be
worried that you're in crisis?

Okay, I see what you did there.

Files and phone calls, Agent Clark.

- But I...
- Get to work.

We're underwater with
security clearance requests

from local law and elected officials.

Every unit is expected
to clear their backlog...

Agent Garza, I need to
speak with you for just...

You're not supposed to be in here.

I know. I'm supposed to be
in your unit, and...

Okay, outside. Outside. Outside.

This is why.

I'm sorry?

This is why I didn't have you
assigned to my unit.

Because I'm an outside-the-box thinker

who's passionate
about making a difference?

No, because you're a torpedo
looking for a target,

and I can't afford for it to be my unit.

A unit that you were empowered to launch

because I helped you catch a terrorist.

I know that, Simone, I do.

This was not an easy decision to make.

But I'm walking a tightrope here.

I'm trying to change things up
in a place that doesn't do change,

so I need outside-the-box thinkers
who know how to keep things low-key,

and we both know that's not you.

I-I can't apologize for being
my own advocate.

In a world that marginalizes you
at every turn,

it's... It's who you gotta be.

But I hear you.

I just need to
prove myself worthy again.

I'm on it.

No. No, no, no, Simone,
that's... that...

That is not the takeaway.

What are you wearing?

It's a Ted Baker.

No, no, no. I didn't ask who.

That suit might look good
on a red carpet,

but it's not appropriate for the field.

Too stylish?

Too tight.

So, why'd you look away
from the crime-scene photos?

What? No.

New guy, the biggest sin
in the Bureau is lying.

I spent six years covered in blood...

The fake blood as a vampire cop.

I-I... I have some PTSD about it.

No, you don't.

PTSD is caused by real trauma.

What you're describing sounds
more like an aversion reaction,

and you're gonna need to get over it.

Fast.

You'll be seeing a hell of
a lot of blood in this job.

Officer. Special Agent Hope, FBI.

Can you give me a rundown
on what you found so far?

Sure.

"Crime sucks."

The tagline for "Vampire Cop."

Is this gonna happen a lot?

Probably, although my fans
tend to skew a little younger.

Do not puke in here.

Please, I'm not gonna...

Geez.

Yeah, it's an aversion reaction.

No, it's a problem.

Yeah.

Do you think you could
get him to sign this?

Are you serious right now?

Hey, Simone. This is a bad time.

Tough. I need a pep talk.

Why are you in the bushes?

Because I almost threw up
at the crime scene.

What's the crime you're investigating?

Did you catch a murder?

Guy with oversight over all the
federal buildings was murdered.

Someone beat the hell out of him
before they shot him.

So it sounds like they tortured
him to get the information,

then killed him once they got it.

Who found the body?

His family,
when they got home from a trip.

It's probably what
tipped the scales for him.

He talked to keep them
out of harm's way.

Brendon, who's that guy
peeping behind you?

He... He could be a witness.

Hey.

Excuse me, sir. FBI.
Can I talk to you for...

Or the killer!

Hey, we got a runner!

Get him, B!

I'm running. I'm gonna get him.

Stay still.

Told you that suit was too tight.

Hey, Agent Hope.

Did, Brendon catch the guy?

Why'd you run, Mr. Lewis?

I was squatting in the house...
House next door.

I'm the kind of guy cops look at
when things go bad.

Well, to be fair, your criminal record

has an impressive amount of diversity.

But no real violence.

So we're giving you an
opportunity to help us out here.

You mean, did...

Did I hear my neighbor get murdered?

No comment.

I don't... I don't want nothin'
to do with those guys.

Which guys?

You need to do
- the right thing here, Tom.

I-I really only saw one of them, okay?

Young guy.

Red hair.

Had... Had a-a blue-devil tattoo
on his forearm.

Did you get past the firewall yet?

Sure did.

I'm downloading the data
to a thumb drive.

Good man.

Gonna be a shame to have to
roll without you.

What?

- Aah!
- Somehow the Feds made you.

They just put out a city-wide BOLO
with a pretty good description.

They don't know your name yet,
but they'll figure that out.

And this job is just too
important to let you jam us up.

On the plus side,
you've made a positive impact

on a major case.

Yeah, and shown my hind-quarters
to my training agent.

So what? You did that all over TV.

Hell, there's like, what,
eight or nine Cliptalk accounts

dedicated to your bedonkadonk.

Meanwhile, my ass is parked
in FBI purgatory.

Hey, cute thing. How you doin'?

Can't complain.

You're assigned to Garza's squad, right?

That's what Nolan told me.

He did, did he?

Yep, what's up?

We've got a guy named
Heath Radnor in lockup.

Picked him up a couple days ago
on a parole violation.

And fun fact... his file
mentions a known associate

with a blue-devil tattoo,
like the one on your BOLO suspect.

Sounds like a guy we should talk to.

That's what I thought.

Are you free to come over,
or should I call Garza?

No, no, no. I'll be there in 20.

Be where in 20?

Lunch.

Ooh!

Found a winner.

Who are you?

Simone Clark, FBI.

And the fact that I'm here
should scare the hell out of you.

Baby, I'm already looking at five years
for a parole violation.

It's gonna take a lot to scare me.

How about first-degree murder, boo?

See, one of your known
associates just killed a guy.

Yeah?

I don't know nothing about that.

Really? 'Cause when we searched
your phone a few minutes ago,

we found the victim's address
in your search history.

See, I think you were supposed
to be a part of this crime,

only LAPD snatched you up.

But we can still charge you
as an accessory

unless you tell us
every damn thing you know.

Look, I didn't know
they were gonna kill anyone.

Tristan asked me to scope out the house,

report back on the alarm system.

Didn't even tell me
who he was crewed up with.

I swear to God.

What's Tristan's last name?

Hughes.

Well, so far we've struck out.

The blue-devil tat isn't
in the federal database.

I have Brendon running
a social-media search,

but it's a long shot.

His name's Tristan Hughes.

How the hell do you know that?

Promise not to get mad?

No. Tell me now.

O-Okay. I interviewed
a person of interest

in your homicide
through a contact I had at LAPD.

But before your head explodes,
all right, just consider

that every fiber of my being
wanted to lone-wolf this thing.

I wanted to hunt Tristan down
and bring him in myself

so I could prove
I belonged in your unit.

But that is what a torpedo would do.

And I'm a team player who shares
all the information she has

and waits for instructions
on how to proceed next.

So how should I proceed next?

Can I just say,
this is a fascinating case

of behavioral dysregulation.

Please, can I work up a profile
on her before you fire her?

Why would he fire her?
She found our guy.

Tristan Hughes, 22.

Several arrests for minor
crimes, but no jail time

and no known current address.

Where did he go to high school?

Why?

Because the one thing
all criminals have in common

is that they all went to high school.

Arden High.

Agent Garza, I belong
to a national network

of guidance counselors.

If you give me an hour,

I bet I can get an address for Tristan.

A League of Extraordinary
Guidance Counselors?

How cool is that?

- Say yes.
- Say no.

Agent Clark.

You have 30 seconds to explain
why you have abandoned your post.

Please let me help you.

Please.

Oliver, it's my fault.

Simone was running down a lead for me.

I'll need her for the rest of the day.

You'll have her back tomorrow.

But I...

I am happy to help, sir.

You can't just poach my people.

He's right.

And you can't reward this one
for breaking the rules, either.

I can if I think it'll help us
catch our killers

and stop whatever else they're planning.

Go get me that address.
And, you, go with her.

What? No.

She needs discipline, Carter.
And that's your... speciality.

Let's go.

- Can I drive?
- No.

We're looking for Tristan Hughes.

We need you to show us his file.

I'm sorry.

He left his manners in his other suit.

You work with a lot of kids.
Do you even remember Tristan?

A little.

He graduated four years ago.

Any friends who may know
where he is now?

His brother still goes here.

Joshua.

I need you for a minute.

I thought he didn't have any family.

She means group-home brother.

Joshua, this is Agent Hope
and Agent Clark with the FBI.

They're looking for Tristan.

I-I haven't seen him.

You're lying.

And that's okay,

because if the Feds
came looking for my family,

I would probably lie, too.

But here's the thing.

Your brother's in a lot of trouble.

And I'm guessing he's hanging
around with some people

that you don't approve of.

Yeah. Yeah. For a job he's doing.

Any idea where we can find him?
Or the crew he's working with?

We shared a ride a few weeks ago,

and he got dropped off first,
at a building downtown.

Do you remember the address?

This is boring.

Shouldn't we scope it out?
Peek in a window?

Be sure we're not wasting our time?

That's not procedure.
We keep our eyes on a place

until we can run
a detailed records search.

- That could take hours.
- Easily.

Well, I wish you would have
told me that before.

Before what?

I could have brought snacks
or some...

Did you call for backup from the LAPD?

No. I texted.

7-Adam-15, show me Code 6,
Olympic and 10th.

Hey. What's going on?

John, this is my training agent,
Carter Hope.

- That's not... I'm not...
- Nice to meet you.

- Yeah.
- So who are we staking out?

Well, murder suspects,
but she had no reason to alert you.

Whoa. Looks like they're coming out.

Seems like they're taking off.

We should go stop them, right?

Negative. We don't even know

if they're actually
connected to the case.

So we're just gonna let them get away?

Even though we suspect that
they might be planning

an even bigger crime?

I could try to call in another unit,
have them picked up on a pretext.

At least we get an ID.

Great. I'm gonna follow that guy,

call you with an intercept course.

Simone, no...

It's like she's allergic to listening.

You have no idea.

Hang on.

That changes things.

7-Adam-15, we have
three suspects with guns

on Olympic and 10th.

Gonna have to make contact now.
Show me Code 3. Send backup.

- You coming?
- Yeah.

Hello, handsome.

This is an R1?

You know your bikes.

Ha! I also know how to ride.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Cops.

Shoot!

Shots fired, shots fired.
Three suspects on street bikes.

One heading east on Olympic,
one heading south on 10th,

one in the alley behind Olympic.

What's going on with your hand?

- You okay?
- Hell no.

I chipped a nail, but I did it

scratching the guy on the bike.

I got his DNA.

Pretty good, right?

They killed him because
we were onto him?

Seems like it. Any sign of the crew?

No. They all disappeared.

Listen, what is he wearing?

Out of all the probies, why did
you choose a half-assed actor?

You need to watch an episode
of his show.

You'll believe in the vampire cop.

Are you fanboying right now?

Hell yeah. He's a chameleon.

Just think of all the undercover
ops we can run with this kid.

So they lit the computer on fire?

No, sir.

They poured acid on it
before they took off.

Which means they didn't want us to know

what they were doing on it. You

aced computers in the Academy, right?

Funny story... As a teenager

I played an emo hacker in
"My Hard Drive Ate My Homework."

It was my first foray
into method acting...

It's a yes or no question, Hollywood.

It's not an invitation
to give a TED Talk.

Right, sorry.

Um, yes, I'm great with computers.

Good. Huddle up with I.T.,

see what you can salvage.

Priority One.

So, you scraped
the unsub's skin for DNA.

That's clever.

Reckless as hell.

Reckless, yes, but "as hell"?

I'd say that's about a six on
the Simone recklessness scale.

The lab will have some results
by morning.

Hopefully he's in the system.

Does that mean I'm working
for you again tomorrow?

Depends on the results.

Th-That's a yes, right?

He's just playing hard to get, girl.

We bonded big-time today.

I feel like I'm back
at the Academy, you know?

No one thought I belonged.

Or me. But finish that story.

We proved them wrong,
and we can do it again.

Give me some.

Yeah, you're right.

I mean, sure, I-I made a mistake
or two today.

Nine, actually. I kept count.

But it's not like my training agent

doesn't have her own issues, you know?

She's... She's a mess.

- Who, Ms. Perfect?
- Yeah.

Garza's niece gave me the lowdown.

Give it to me. Spill that tea.

Laura was the youngest agent
ever to be accepted

in the Behavioral Science Unit.

But she had a meltdown
when she found out

that her fiancé
was sleeping with her BFF.

I know you lyin'.

She out here catching serial killers

but couldn't catch a serial cheater?

Under her nose?

- That is not...
- That is a terrible laugh.

Why am I... Stop laughing.

I gave Sam the ring back.

An engagement ring is an implied gift,

so legally that diamond
is your property.

I know.

I, did it for my own
emotional health.

I need closure.

You need a vacation.

And selling that ring
could've bought you one.

Yeah.

You and I both know I can't take
any more time off.

My career is hanging by a thread.

Well, good thing you don't have
a problematic trainee.

What about Carter?
You hear anything about him?

The bosses all seem to respect him,

until it's time for a promotion.
He's been passed over for years.

So he's a crab in the barrel.

His company-man routine
is not paying off,

but he's steady trying to dim my shine.

He's the worst.

I went by your house.
Evelyn said you were here.

You got a minute?

I got a choice?

Things at home salvageable?

We're seeing a marriage counselor.

Good. That's good.

That should help.

But guess what?

I can, too.

You know that promotion
you've been dying for?

Congratulations. It's yours.

Better office hours, better pay.

That should go a long way
in working out things at home.

All you gotta do is help me.

Help you do what?

Get me Intel that'll take Garza down.

Tracy...

I'm not gonna be your mole.

Just think about it.

We got a call about a truck fire?

You said there'd only be four of them.

Wait! No, no, no!

Daddy, I'm home! I got Post and Beam!

I am so sorry... not sorry.

Netta, this is my daughter, Simone.

Okay, girl. Tell me how it went down.

Who swiped right first?

- I should go.
- N...

Well, no, I can get out of y'all's hair.

Netta, please. N...

Daddy, I'm sorry. I... I just...

Netta's in some legal trouble,
and she came to me for some advice.

And that's exactly why I was
worried about you staying here.

Did you get some sleep last night?

Pshh. Between worrying about my career

and my father telling me
I don't belong at home,

not much.

Sorry.

Hey, Carter.

Looking good this morning.

Me and you really tore it up
yesterday, didn't we?

Um, how about you hook a sister up

and put in a good word for me
with the boss?

Don't even worry about it. I got you.

Really?

Okay. You just messing with me.

- All right.
- Simone.

Good morning, boss.

You are my boss, right?

Please tell me we got a hit on the DNA.

We did. You're on the team.
Please don't make me regret this.

Everyone, get in here now.

His name's Todd Lenox.

ViCAP ties him to several
violent heists across the U.S.

And facial recognition
captured him arriving

at El Paso Airport last night.

El Paso was one of the cities
accessed on our Vic's laptop.

Exactly. We're wheels up in 15.

Wait, what? As in, in the air?

You don't know?

My unit has a jet.

Damn!

Now, thieves like Lenox
are often driven by

a pathological need
to perfect their craft.

With each successful score,
their ambition grows.

So expect whatever he's targeting next

will be bigger and riskier
than anything he's ever done.

Simone, you disagree?

No, it's just that with some
of my most troubled kids,

it was less about what they were doing

and more about what they weren't doing.

They weren't coming to class,
doing their homework,

engaging with friends.

Okay, well, then what isn't Lenox doing?

Breaking and entering.

I mean, there's never been
a sign of forced entry.

It's not unreasonable to believe
that he tapped a locksmith

or a hacker as the job demanded.

I mean, even with the best
locksmith or hacker,

there'd be evidence
the system was tampered with.

So either this guy is Houdini...

Or he had someone on the inside.

Well, to plant an insider
at a federal building,

they'd have to have a clean record,

get past extensive background checks.

It'd be impossible to penetrate
that kind of wall.

My God, the...

the janitor.

When I was doing
background checks yesterday,

I got a rush job...
This guy Micah... Olsen.

Micah Olsen.

He was a chemical engineer,
suddenly quits his job,

moves to El Paso to be a janitor
at the Federal Reserve.

I thought it was suspicious
as hell, but I got overruled.

Yeah, the Federal Reserve
would match Lenox's M.O.

That security is impenetrable.

Unless Micah is the inside man.

He started work there this morning.

Carter, call the Federal Reserve Police.

Put them on high alert.

Laura, loop in the El Paso field office.

We land in 20.

This way.

Is there anyone left?

The Federal Reserve's
vault is on the basement level.

Yeah, but the fire alarm was
pulled on the fourth floor.

Most likely to draw us
away from the vault.

The money in the vault's traceable.

Even if they could walk out
with all that cash,

they wouldn't be able
to spend a dollar of it.

What's your point, Simone?

I'd go after the money
that can't be traced.

The cash-processing room.

Millions of old bills

that are gonna be destroyed
are separated out,

serial numbers erased
from the federal system.

The money's untraceable after that.

It's got to be easier
to get into that room

- than it is to the vault, right?
- But with Micah's training,

they could easily blow a hole
in the vault,

where there's twice as much
money housed.

Let's go with the processing room.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Down the hall.

Never seen firefighters
with luggage before.

Go, go, go, go!

Stay down! Stay down!

We'll get the runner.

Keep going to the processing room.

I'll stay here with the subject.
Don't move.

Drop it!

On your knees, hands behind your head!

Do it now!

Are you gonna puke?

No.

I guess my own blood doesn't bother me.

What does that mean psychologically?

That you're weird.

Look out!

I didn't see that. Thanks.

Think the others got out?

I don't know, but if they didn't,

I hope they're creating
a hell of a distraction

somewhere else
so we can sneak outta here.

FBI! Let me see your hands!

Unh-unh!

Don't even think about it, playboy.

Out of the car. Hands on the hood now!

Get out of the car
and put your hands on the hood!

This is Carter.

Two in custody, upper level
of the parking garage.

And you know why we got two in custody?

'Cause we make a hell of a team.

Lots of hot goss going around the office

- about your squad today.
- I'm sorry. Hot what?

You even went viral.

If I were into dudes,
I'd totally be into him.

You... W...

Closed-door meeting?

What's wrong?

I saw you sweating,

popping prescription meds on the plane.

So?

So...

my dad wore compression socks, too.

After his first heart attack.

Look...

this stays between us,
do you understand?

I had a stent put in my heart
last month... clogged artery.

Doctors want me to have
a double bypass at some point.

- Matt...
- No, no. No. It's fine.

I've got it under control.

Laura, forming a unit like this

is a once-in-a-career opportunity.

If I have surgery now,
it'll be months of recovery.

They will shut us down.

So if you are concerned
about my health...

reduce my stress.

Train Brendon.

And train him right.

'Cause this unit
has gotta succeed, okay?

Hey, Sophie.

Bren, my favorite client.

Ex-client. I quit acting, you remember?

I'm in the FBI now.

I know. I-I saw the news coverage
of you being all heroic in Texas.

And so did Dylan Santiago.

Wait, what?

He wants you to star in his
next little Oscar-bait indie.

Are you serious?

Your dream director. He wants you.

This is what we've worked for
all those years.

What do you say?

Nice win today.

She says with sarcasm.

You gotta admit
what Garza's doing works.

I hear Evelyn's planning on
moving back to New Orleans,

with your son.

That's none of your business.

You're right.

But you know what is?

The A-SAC position opening up
at the New Orleans field office.

Help me undercut Garza
and the job's yours.

You'll finally get that
promotion you always wanted.

Just in time to save your family.

I need your answer by tomorrow.

- No, Netta's not here.
- Okay.

You need to stop right where you are.

What? Did I step in something?

You know, I took that
settlement money from the LAPD

and invested it into the community.

And the help that I've been able
to provide...

You know, to people going
through the same struggle...

You helped a lot of people,
Daddy, I know.

But I need you
to be considerate of that.

I will. I promise.

Yeah. Two ground rules.

One... That badge and that gun

must be taken off before you enter,

because in my house, you're my daughter,

not an FBI agent.

Okay. And what's the second rule?

Bring home dinner once a week.

Local restaurants only.

Look, you get that money from the FBI,

you need to give some of it
back to the people.

And are you sure
that's about the community

and not about your belly?

I'm part of the community?

And so are you.

Okay.

Deal.

Hey. You like? My stylist hooked me up.

Classic G-man. It's good, right?

What, do you want an award
for best dressed?

No.

It wouldn't be my first, but...

Personalizing your space
is a sign of overconfidence.

Or being human.

You know, you're actually
supposed to listen

to your training agent.

You're gonna be
one of those type of brothers.

What's that supposed to mean?

On me like flies at a picnic
for every little thing.

That's my job.

Look, I understand
you've spent your whole life

having to be better than everyone else

- just to get in the room.
- But what?

You think I need to dial it down now?

If you think you're gonna get me to quit

by telling me that I'm being
too "me," you're mistaken.

I'm not trying to get you to quit.
I'm trying to help you.

I need you to understand that
it's okay not to know something.

You've never done this job before,
and you're here to learn how.

Because Garza clearly hates me,

I'm here to teach you.

Understood.

I'm good with that,
as long as you're good with

learning something from me,
too, along the way,

like how to lighten up
and live a little,

flies at the picnic.

My God, this is gonna be the longest

18-month probationary period ever.

We've got a case. Elena!

Again with the yelling, tío.

Upload the case file into the fishbowl.

- Ha ha ha.
- I mean briefing room.

Let's go, everybody.
We got a crime to solve.

Hey. You coming or what?