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[ Rock music plays ]

♪

♪ Yeah, hey

♪ Always been different
than all the strokes ♪

♪ I knew from the beginning,
I suppose ♪

♪ This be the greatest
story ever told ♪

♪ No, me no have no time
to waste time ♪

♪ Your 99 problems ain't mine

♪ Right now I'm tipping
on a thin line ♪

♪ All up outta line
if you cross mine ♪

♪ And I'm in the mood, yeah,
a new attitude ♪

Let's go this way.

♪ Yeah,
'bout to blow like a fuse ♪

♪ And I'm coming for you

♪ You, you know I be putting
that work in ♪

You okay? You hit?
No, no, no. I'm fine.

[ Exhales sharply ]
What's wrong?

Dylan Santiago wants me
to star in his next film.

The table read's
tomorrow night.

You can't be focused
on that right now.

We're in the middle
of an arrest!

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

Come on.
* 'Cause I get it going

♪ I get it going,
I get it popping ♪

♪ I get it started,
you know what it is ♪

♪ This is the moment,
act like I own it ♪

♪ High as a rocket,
I get it going ♪

♪ I get it going,
I get it jumping ♪

[ Gunshots ]

♪

FBI! Drop your guns!

On the ground!

[ Sirens wailing ]

Hands behind your back.

♪ 'Cause I get it going
[ Siren wails ]

[ Handcuffs clicking ]
Next time, you're wearing
the wedding dress.

This shizzle
is not tactical.

[ Sighs ]

♪

[ Knock on door ]
Come on.

Good morning, Daddy.

Ooh, is that
your special bacon?

Topped with cayenne
and a touch of brown sugar.

Like you.

Sweet with a little bit
of heat--

yeah, that's me.

Ooh, Daddy,
too much double stuff?

Is that
a trick question?

You right.

Own it.
Born this way.

100%.

But you might want to button
one more button.

And I might not.

Daddy, um, the Bureau hasn't
issued me a vehicle yet.

So I need to borrow
your Cadillac.

You must be tripping. You know
nobody drives my baby but me.

Please? With-- With cayenne
and brown sugar on top?

♪ Ooh, yeah, yeah

♪ I'm in the sky

♪ Never thought
that I would get this high ♪

You better stay
the hell away from here!

FBI. What's going on?

He's been selling Adderall
and Vicodin to my grandson.

Not on my watch.

♪ The sky ain't coming down

♪ Really 'bout it, I ain't
giving y'all the runaround ♪

♪ Hit the spot, make it hot,
then we shut it down ♪

Boy, stop running!

♪ We on to something now, whoo

♪ Couldn't touch this
with a 10-foot pole ♪

[ Tires screech ]

♪ Smelling what I'm cooking

♪ 'Cause I'm cooking
from the soul ♪

♪ Now the feeling
took hold on 'em ♪

[ Groans ]
[ Handcuffs click ]

My dad gonna kill me.

♪ If you want it, I can get it
for ya, no problem ♪

Mine, too.
Look what you did to Precious.

[ Car horn honks in distance ]

I'm not going
to betray my boss, Tracy.

We got another big win yesterday.

The unit's working.
And it'll work better

after you help me clip
Garza's wings

and bring his unit under
my command, where it belongs.

Tracy, don't do this to me.

I hear your wife's looking
for a move back to New Orleans.

I could get you the A-SAC
position down there,

probably save your marriage.

If I sell out my boss.

All I need is proof

he's breaking protocols.

Find me a snowball,
I'll turn it into an avalanche,

and you'll land
your dream gig.

And if I say no?

Your promotion
becomes a demotion,

and you end up pushing papers
in Nowhere, North Dakota.

So who are you
going to choose?

Me and happily ever after,

or Garza and sad face emoji?

Hey. You look cute.

Ooh, do you know anyone
in motor pool

who could fix a dent
in a Cadillac?

Sure, yeah.
I can hook you up.

Are they good? 'Cause I need it
to look factory fresh.

Ooh. Not your car, huh?

My dad's.

Been there. I'll make sure
it looks good as new.

Alright, thank you.
I owe you.

Oh, I know.

What's wrong?

I think I just sold
a piece of my soul to Elena.

What happened
with your agent?

Did you tell them you couldn't
do the table read thing?

No, not yet.
Why?

Acting in a Santiago film is--
it's like a dream for me.

Right?
And this is hard.

I-I feel like I just traded in
being an actor playing a vampire

for one playing a Fed,
with a lot less money.

You're spinning out.

Right?
So, think about this.

We just got here,
and we already helped close

two high-profile cases.

I mean, I get having doubts.
It's natural.

But you gotta commit,
even if you don't feel it yet.

Look, my mama used to
say two things,

and one of them was
"Fake it till you make it."

What was the other one?

"Beauty is painful."

Well, you look so good,
it's hurting me, baby.

There it is!
That's what I'm talking about.

Look, B,
take a big swing today.

Get some skin in the game.

Own this job.

Good morning, trainees.

Briefing time.

Uh, I'll meet you in there. Okay.

Are you crazy?
You have a heart condition.

Hey, hey, you're supposed
to keep that on the low.

♪

You do know
I'm your boss, right?

Three second rule.

Get-- Okay. See, now,
that's-- that's just mean.

I'm trying
to save your life.

And I'm not gonna keep
your little secret

unless you start
eating better.

Fine.
Now get to work.

♪

What are you doing?
Uh, me? Nothing. Nothing.

It's just, uh...

Carter:
These are your coloring books,

officially known as a
Probationary New Agent Handbook.

All the mandatory tasks

rookies must complete
during their probation.

If you can't complete
all tasks

within the
probationary period,

good luck
in your next career.

Alright.
Analyze evidence.

Participate
in surveillance.

Make seven arrests.

Okay,
what's the first task?

There's no particular order.
Which one's the hardest?

Big swing, remember?

Cooperating Witness Development
and Operation

is no easy feat.

Getting ourselves a snitch.

No. No, no, no.
Human intelligence source.

Now, there are three reasons

a person agrees
to be an informant.

One, they need to get themselves
out of trouble.

Two, they want revenge.
And three, love of country.

Piece of cake. I'm in.

Me, too.
Laura: Slow down.

Working informants requires
gathering human intel.

And homo sapiens
are notoriously unreliable.

It's too risky
this early in your training.

And if you fail,
we'll get dinged.

Or you get rewarded when we
succeed, which is what we do.

Ha!
Talk your talk, B.

Alright.
Well, C.I.s it is.

Alright, well, I already
have someone in mind,

so I'll drive.

Ha! That's my boy.

Heard you busted
a pill dealer this morning.

You heard right.

Making arrests
before I even get to work.

Really impressed with yourself.
Mm-hmm.

Do you think you can get him
to inform on his pill supplier?

Easy.
I can charm anyone.

You don't flip informants
with charm.

You lay out the facts
of the case against them,

and you lean into the prison
time they're facing

if they don't cooperate.

Emotional appeal
plus being this cute

[Chuckles]
will beat facts every time.

20 bucks
says you can't do it.

Is betting an approved
FBI training technique?

Are you too scared
to bet on yourself?

Hell no.

Game on.

I put your guy
in interrogation.

Well, did he make
any statements?

No, but sometimes my aura
intimidates people into silence.

See? It's a curse.

He's all yours.

Rules.
You can't offer him a deal.

You must convince him to become
an informant for a federal crime

using only your
so-called charms.

You got something to write with?
You gonna want to take notes.

Class is in session.

[ Door opens ]

Hey.

Aw, Anton.

Come on.
Don't be like that.

You hit me
with your car.

It barely
put a scratch on you.

Probably 'cause
you got all these muscles.

I got a little daily
workout regimen.

I bet you're getting
so much exercise

working your
maintenance job

over there at Angelvale
Medical Building.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh, you know it.

Is that where
you get your pills from?

You got the hook up?
[ Chuckles ]

Yeah, I just snag them
from the pharmacy, you know?

Mm-hmm.

Some informant you got here.
He just snitched on himself

for a crime that's not federal.
You lose.

Hey, bro, you see I'm vibing
with the lady, right?

Yeah, bro. We vibing.

[ Scoffs ]
He a hater.

Look, and had the nerve
to say on the way over here

that you wasn't deep enough
in the game

to know about
any other major crimes.

Please, I know about all types
of criminal activity.

In fact, there's some shady
stuff going down at my job.

Shady like what?

So, check this out.

All the floors
are being rented out

by different medical offices.
Mm-hmm.

Except the first.
It's vacant.

But I saw equipment
being delivered.

Folks coming in and out
at all hours of the day.

What are you suggesting? Some
kind of illegal medical practice

or insurance fraud?

Or it could be
experiments on aliens.

Feel me?
Well, okay.

But we investigate
all federal crimes.

Th-The ones about aliens,
that's a different unit.

Anton, would you be willing
to scope it out for us?

Wear a wire?
Please?

Sure, but she
gotta put it on me.

♪

Laura: Alright, Hollywood.

Who is this possible informant
of yours?

His name is Joshua Mackey.

He's a bellhop
at the Seabury Hotel.

And you wouldn't believe
what kind of stuff transpires
behind hotel room doors.

Endangered animal trade,
illegal gambling.

Seabury-- isn't that where
the cast of "Vampire Cop"

used to party?

How do you know that?

Well--
Maybe did a little research?

Maybe worked up
a little profile?

Well, I can't train someone
if I don't know who they are.

Alright.

Hit me.
What's your profile?

Well, as an actor, you played
hyper-masculine hero roles,

which suggests
you're drawn subconsciously

to characters who embody traits
you're probably lacking.

Wow.
Don't take it personally.

I-I-I don't.
The "wow" is just to indicate

how... wrong
your profile is.

Just so you know,
most actors,

we don't get to choose
our roles.

The first job I got, I was cast
as a hunky guy with dimples.

After that,
I got typecast.

But nice try, though.

Profiling is part science,
part art.

And I'm just beginning
to paint your picture.

[ Knock on door ]
Tío, what do you want for lunch?

I'll take a double bacon chee--
salad.

Get me
a kale and beet salad.

Is this a joke?

The only vegetable I've ever
seen you eat is ketchup.

Just bring me
the damn salad.

Okay.

Hey, uh, Simone's C.I.
might've led us to something.

Not sure it's going to be
special unit worthy yet,

but we are putting
a wire on a guy.

Have Laura and Brendon
back you up.

You make sure you give LAPD
a courtesy heads-up.

Great.
I'll put a case number on it.

No. Not yet.

Only if it
leads to an arrest.

We're under the looking glass
right now, Carter.

I only want wins.

It's proper procedure
to generate case numbers

on active operations.

Matt, if the SAC
finds out--

She won't. Trust me.

She won't.

[ Piano playing ]

J.J.!

B-man the G-man!

What's up?
Hey, what's up?

You good?
I'm great.

So, tell me something.

How much... illegal stuff
do you see here?

Mucho.
Mucho? And how much

would you like to help me catch
some big-time criminals?

Also mucho.

Great. We are interested
in you keeping us informed

of any crimes you see that might
be of interest to the FBI.

Help us keep
this great nation safe.

Do it for America.

I'm Canadian.

Yeah, then do it
for the cash.

Now you're talking.
[ Cellphone vibrating ]

Good to see you, okay? And--
Okay. We are leaving now.

Simone and Carter
need our help with a sting.

Okay, I'll give you--
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll call you.

Talk to you soon, bro.
See you, man.

Simone: There.

Now we'll be able to see and
hear everything you're doing.

This is some crazy
spy stuff.

Remember, the owner
might be in on it,

so watch yourself.

We just need you
to get in there,

walk around
so we can see what's what.

If you see anything or anyone
that seems dangerous,

walk away.
It's okay.

Nah, nah,
I-I can't do this.

Wait, wait, wait. Anton.

We're homies, remember?

Our vibing is over.
I'm out.

Anton, if you bail, you go
to prison for the next decade.

But if you get us some intel,
you get to go home.

Okay.
Smart man.

See, it's always best
to deal with the facts.

Next round's a tie breaker.
[ Clears throat ]

Laura: Carter said LAPD
will meet us here.

[ Police radio chatter ]

Sergeant Bradford?
I'm Special Agent Laura Stensen.

This is my probie,
Agent Acres.

[ Car door closes ]

Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

This is Officer Chen.
Want to walk me through your op?

"Probie."
I hate that word.

Yeah. LAPD trainees
are called "Boots."

You know, anything
to put us in our place.

So you're not a--
A rookie?

Uh, no, not anymore.

But, you know,
the scars run deep.

[ Chuckles ]

I'm Lucy.

Oh. Nice to meet you.

I'm, uh--
Brendon.

Yeah, no, I know.

I binged every season
of "Vampire Cop"

while I was reeling
from a bad breakup.

"Crime sucks."
Yep.

Yep. So did my ex.

[ Both chuckle ]

Oh, God. Would-- Would you
take a selfie with me?

Absolutely. Yeah.
[ Cellphone clicks ]

Really?
Sure.

Oh. [ Chuckles ]
Long as you send me a copy.

Okay.

♪

[ Cellphone camera clicks ]
Oh, there you go.

I'm so embarrassed.
So embarrassed.

Friendly is on-site,
about to enter the building.

[ Beep ]

♪

Anton:
I'm slowly walking inside now.

It's quiet, y'all.

And dark as hell.

Why is he narrating?

♪

Todd: Help you?

Yeah, I got a report
for a water leak.

Who were you
just talking to?

No one, man.

No leak here.

It's my job, man.
See, it's my job--

I said take a walk.

Anton, get outta there.

Anton: I gotta get in there.
I gotta fix--

Our friendly is compromised.
Commence extraction.

[ Grunting ]

♪

Police! Back up.

[ Groans ]

♪

You okay?
They knocked some teeth loose.

I'll call an ambulance.
Can we leave them here?

Yeah.
[ Lucy speaking indistinctly ]

FBI.
[ Beeping ]

Surgeon: This is
a sterilized O.R. Get out.

Y'all are doing off-the-books
plastic surgery in here, huh?

This is your patient?

That's Victor Quincannon.

He's number nine
on the FBI's Most Wanted.

We caught one of the world's
most wanted criminals

Garza: Victor Quincannon.

This is a huge arrest for us.

He runs one of the most violent
weapons-dealing operations

in the world.

Last reported sighting was
in Luxembourg four years ago.

The Bureau, Interpol, MI6,

everyone with a badge has been
on the hunt for this guy.

Facing that kind of heat,
it makes sense

that he would go under the knife
to change his appearance.

Has he woke up
from the anesthetic?

Not yet. He was transferred
to Shaw Memorial.

But LAPD has him secured.

Statements from
the surgical team?

All lawyered up.
But given who their patient is,

that's no surprise.

Nice work, Simone.

Thank you, sir.

How's your C.I. doing?

He's a little shaken up,
but he'll be fine.

He'll be more than fine
once he gets that reward money

for finding Quincannon.

Elena: Except the guy you found
isn't Quincannon.

Your suspect's prints
belong to a Walter Krebs,

L.A. local
and former postal worker.

No record
of criminal history.

Simone:
The hell's a mailman doing

at a black market
plastic surgery center?

I've heard about super fans
going under the knife

to look like
their favorite celebs,

but why would somebody want
to stan for a wanted fugitive?

Makes no sense.
Someone getting paid to do it.

It's not a crazy idea

that a guy like Quincannon
would want a body double.

Carter, Simone, I want you there
when this guy wakes up.

If Laura's right,
he may just have a lead

on the real
Quincannon's whereabouts.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]
Hey, it's Josh at the Seabury.

He said he's got
something juicy for us.

Well, it's going to be tough
to beat Simone's catch.

Why you gotta
harsh my mellow?

Laura:
I don't know what that means.

I'm gonna go eat my bacon
cheeseburger with onion rings.

Your kale and beet salad
is on your desk.

Unless you want to trade?

Trade? No way.
Beets are the new beef.

Josh: That's him.
Brendon: That's who?

Laura:
That's Congressman Burton.

Yup.
My man comes here often.

Checks in under different names,
different women every time.

Now, I'm no FBI agent, but
I know a John when I see one.

Okay. Thank you.
We've got it from here.

Get it.

Ooh. That's--
That's big, right?

No, not really.

Prostitution's a crime,
but it's not federal business.

Until someone tries
to blackmail the congressman,

and that's
public corruption. Oh.

That is a federal crime.

And who investigates that?
Us.

Even with your tortured logic,
I mean,

it would take more than
an intimate conversation

to prove soliciting
a sex worker.

You got it, girl ♪

Proof like
money exchange?

[ Telephone rings ]

Garza.
Hi. Uh, Brendon's C.I.

got us onto something delicate,
a congressman and a sex worker.

No, no, no, no, no.
This unit cannot afford

a political minefield right now.
You document what you saw

and you pass it on
to the Public Integrity Unit.

You got it?
Understood.

Moving off assumptions ♪

♪ Please don't act
just like you know me ♪

[ Car engine starts ]

Miss. Excuse me, miss.

Hi.

Agent Acres, FBI.

I'm very sympathetic

to the challenges of a woman
in your... position,

but sex work is a crime.

I'm sorry, sex work?

Yeah. We saw you
with the congressman.

But the good news is,
if you agree to--

The congressman
is my husband.

But we got information

that the congressman meets
many women here at the hotel.

[ Sighs ]

And those women
are all me.

[ Whispering ] Not that
it's any of your business,

but we role play.

And the envelope
that he gave you?

We're seeing
"Lucia di Lammermoor"

at the Dorothy Chandler tonight.

So, if there's anything else, Agent...

Acres, is it?

♪

We might have a...

[Clears throat]
bit of a problem.

How the hell did you get
mixed up in all of this?

I went through
a vicious divorce,

and I wanted
to start dating again.

So I posted some thirst-trap
photos on Cliptalk.

And, uh, out of the blue,

I get DM'd
by this anonymous account

talking about
a "opportunity."

What kind of opportunity?

The kind that pays
a million bucks

to be a body double
for a prominent man.

Anyway, if-- if I wanted
the part,

I had to get
these surgeries

to make my face
identical to his.

And that was appealing
to you?

Yeah. My life sucks.

I'm broke. I'm in debt.
I've got no prospects.

Then $250,000 gets wired
directly into my bank account.

And you have no idea
who this prominent man was?

No, and to be honest with you,
for that kind of money,

I didn't care.

They said I was gonna be
living in a mansion.

I was gonna be
taking meetings as the guy.

I was gonna be driving
his luxury cars. Sold.

The man's name
is Victor Quincannon.

He's a violent criminal
on the FBI's Most Wanted List.

Oh, that's not good.

No kidding.

Did you ever meet with him?

Uh, no. I was supposed
to report for training

after my six surgeries,

you know, to learn
his mannerisms and stuff.

You got an address?

No, I still have
three more surgeries.

Uh, probably not gonna
get those now, huh?

Unh-unh.

Garza: Agent Acres!

Do you know what's worse
than getting a call

from a furious congressman?
Getting a call from his wife.

You know, I didn't get divorced
three times

only to have another man's wife
rip me a new one!

Laura: Matt.

I specifically said
not to engage.

Now the congressman's wife
is mortified

that the whole city is gonna
know about their kinky sex life,

and somehow it's my fault.

I'm really sorry, sir.
It's on me, boss.

I shouldn't have taken
my eyes off of him.

Garza: It's clear
that you do not know

how to work an informant,
so just stop trying.

They traced Krebs' wire payment
to an offshore account,

one that happens to pay
a mortgage

for a mansion in Laguna.

Which is most likely where the
real Quincannon is living now.

Finally, some good news.
Everybody, tac up.

We are going to end this day
on a high note.

♪

Garza: Stay vigilant.

Remember, this guy
could be packing.

[ Door bangs open ]
FBI! Freeze!

Oh, he is packing.

Carter: I'm assuming you don't
have a gun in there,

but show us
your hands anyway.

♪

Logan: Uh...

I'm-- I'm not--
I'm-- I'm not me.

I mean-- I mean, I-I am me.

I'm just not... him--

the person you think I am, Quincannon.

Uh, I am a completely
different guy.

And I can-- I can prove it.

Simone: Plastic surgery scars?
Are you for real right now?

Another damn body double?

Carter: Fingerprints confirm
his identity as Logan Hess.

This is what he looked like
before all the plastic surgery.

And to think, if I didn't use
my charm on Anton,

we wouldn't have found Krebs,

and this guy wouldn't be
sitting here now.

Back up. I had the idea
of flipping Anton

in the first place.
Regardless--

this is the final round
of charm versus fact.

Whoever gets him to flip wins.

♪

Oh, my God. Uh, Quincannon
hired me three years ago

to do his meetings and his deals
because he was paranoid

that he was going to get
captured or killed.

I was really in there
for a while

because he paid
a lot of money.

But, you know, looking
over your shoulder 24/7

gets a little bit exhausting.

So I secretly hired Walter Krebs
to be my body double

and take my place.

Together:
Where's Quincannon...

now?

Logan: No, no, no.

I-I want a deal first.

Answers will come later.

It's a draw.
Damn it!

N-Not you, honey.
You're on the come up.

Go get your deal.

Man!

[ Siren wails in distance ]

[ Insects chirping ]

How are you doing?
Fine.

Everything's fine.
No. No, it's not.

You were desperate
for a win today.

Which caused you to push
way too hard at the hotel.

I know this because I, um,
reworked your profile.

Okay.

Lay it on me.

Okay.

You mentioned
you were typecast,

but that's not
entirely true.

Plenty of actors
reinvent their image.

You just never did.

And maybe that's because

you have an unquenchable desire
to be wanted.

You live for praise.
You-- You feed on it.

Yet you've chosen
to work at a place

where we're known more for
our failures than our successes.

So you're going
to have to decide

if that's something
you can deal with.

If it isn't,
you'll quit.

Or I'll have to fire you.

And then you'll be a cautionary
tale to future rookies--

the TV actor
who couldn't hack it.

Ouch.

Mm.

That's rough.

Yes.

It is.

But it's the truth.

Yeah.

♪

Good night.

Hey.
Hey.

What was that all about?

Of all the roles
I've ever played,

being in the FBI
is the only role

I can't seem
to get a handle on.

What?
B, talk to me.

Hey.

Sorry, the motor pool couldn't
get to your Caddy today.

Too swamped.
But definitely tomorrow.

I know you lying.
Tomorrow. I got you.

♪

My daddy's gonna kill me.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Mr. Santiago.

Brendon, I am thrilled
you reconsidered.

I was going to read your part.
And, uh, no one wants that.

[ Chuckles ]
Thank you for having me.

It's an honor
just to be considered.

I've been a fan of yours
since "The Unturned Stone."

Ah.
Hey.

Hi.
Ah, yes, this is Ross.

I've been trying to make
"Water is Thicker Than Blood"

for like 10 years.

And, uh, he is
the genius producer

who found the money to do it.
[ Both laugh ]

I cannot wait to see what you
bring to the role, Brendon.

Everyone ready?
[ Chuckles ]
Ah, yes.

[ Knock on door ]

Hey.
Hey.

Got those clothes
that you asked for.

Oh, I-I thought you weren't
coming till tomorrow.

I-I would have
cleaned the place up.

[ Scoffs ] When you said
you found a cheap place,

you weren't kidding.
Yeah, well, I'm hoping

I won't be here
for much longer.

Wanna sit?
I have news.

I can't stay.
I gotta pick up Isaiah, so...

I'm up for an A-SAC position
in the New Orleans office.

It's the dream job.

Carter--
Evelyn, I know--

I know we're on the edge,

but this could
fix everything.

You have been up
for promotions before.

How is this any different?

This one's a lock.
How?

Who's hooking you up?

Tracy.
The snake?

Carter, what have you
gotten yourself into?

You know, I never cared
about the promotions.

Or how many hours
you worked.

I just wanted you
to be happy.

And you weren't.
You aren't.

I can be. Please.

Let me do this--
for us.

♪

Heaven was in the endless nights
at our lake house,

drinking bad red wine,

watching the musculature of
the waves beat against the dock.

But that paradise fell
years ago.

We can go back.

Ritche, wait.

A gunshot rings out.

And then we...

fade to black.

[ Applause ]

Ross: Alright! Wow. Wow.
Yeah!

Brendon: You were amazing.

Margot:
Aww, I appreciate that.

When I heard
you were reading the part,

I was like,
"Wow, tragic miscast."

Oh.
But, no, you were so good.

[ Chuckles ]
Thank you.

Oh, I'm supposed to
leave my script, aren't I?

I think so.

Ah. Well, it was nice
to meet you.

You, too. Good night.
Really good job. Yeah.

Bye.
Bye-bye.

Ross: [ Muffled ]
Tell our friend in Serbia

there's literally zero risks.

He gives us the cash,

we filter it through
the production company,

and then he gets paid back
as an investor,

and the money is clean.

But 30% kicks back to me.

And since I value
his business so much,

tell him I'll give him
an associate producer credit.

♪

[ Door opens ]
Hey, Daddy.

Don't you
"Hey, Daddy" me.

You think you're so slick.

I can explain.
Oh, you'd better,

because I didn't know
what to say to Anton's father.

He claims that Anton's working
for you and the FBI.

What the fresh hell is--
I can't discuss it.

You made him an informant.

I didn't say that.

You're not denying it.

Because I can't discuss it.

It's confidential.
A-A-A-And you said

you didn't want to talk
about my work at home.

You breaking your rule.

His father said
he almost got killed.

Is that your way of "changing
the FBI on the inside"?

By convincing our people
to risk their lives

by snitching on each other?

You got your way of helping
the community, and I got mine.

Anton committed a crime.

What, I'm-- I'm supposed
to let him slide

because his family
is good people?

Systemic disenfranchisement
is--

Is real. I know.

But believe it or not,
what I may or may not be doing

for Anton
is meant to help him.

You're delusional.
You're judgmental.

They're brainwashing you.
I can think for myself, Daddy,

and I know
exactly what I'm doing.

And that's exactly why
I'm so disappointed in you.

Wha--
Ah.

♪

♪ Hello, world,
let me introduce myself ♪

So it's like,
no matter what I say,

if I don't agree with him,
my dad just shuts me down.

I'm sorry. That sucks.

[ Sighs ] Thanks.

But your turn.
Spill it.

Spill what?

Mm. Whatever ridiculous thing
you did last night.

I saw that look
on your face.

It's the same looks
my students had

before they did
something stupid.

It wasn't stupid.

I went to that Dylan Santiago
table read last night.

Oh, my God.
It was amazing.

But?
But I overheard something.

I think the producer's financing
the film with laundered money,

and I don't know,
if I open an investigation,

I-I-I blow
the whole thing up.

Or do I just say nothing?

The bigger question is, are you
really ready to quit on the FBI

when you're just getting
started?

The AUSA signed off
on Logan's deal,

and he says Quincannon's
house is in Miami.

Wheels up in 30.

Okay.
Thanks, boss.

♪

Oh, yo, miss, could I have
a rum and Coke, please?

Do I look like
a flight attendant to you?

Don't answer that.

Why is he here?

Logan spent two weeks
at Quincannon's Miami residence

becoming him,
but he was blindfolded

to and from the airport,
so all he knows

is that it's some
"big ass spot" on the water.

Which describes
half of Miami.

Laura:
What we know about Quincannon

is he's a paranoid recluse
with a ton of enemies.

So he'd be looking
for seclusion, security.

Control is paramount
for a guy like him.

And Miami has a ton of private
islands that offer just that.

Yeah, that's the problem.

It leaves hundreds of homes
that fit that profile.

Well, by the time we land,
I expect us to figure out

which one it is.

How are we
going to do that?

You tell me.

It's the reason why
I chose each of you, hmm?

To be outside-the-box thinkers.

I mean,
this is a long shot,

but there is an acting technique
that uses sensory detail.

I-I could walk Logan through
his ride from the airport,

his memory, and see if maybe
there's some clues

as to where
Quincannon took him.

Give it a shot.

Brendon: Alright,
we're going to have you

take a couple
of deep breaths.

[ Brendan and Logan
breathe deeply ]

[ Both exhale slowly ]

Alright.
Now you're inside the SUV.

They've just
put the blindfold on you.

Tell us what you feel.
And focus on one sense.

What do you hear as you
pull away from the airport?

It's getting louder.

Okay.

And we're speeding up,

like we're going
on a freeway.

Carter: There are two freeways
out of Miami International

that head towards the ocean,
the 112 and the 836.

The 112 is a toll road.

Do you remember
stopping at a toll?

No, no. No toll.

So it's the 836, then.

Then we start to slow down
as the road starts to change.

Okay, maybe you're
on a new road.

What do you taste
and smell?

Salt water,

like we're on
some sort of bridge.

Garza: Highway 836 feeds right
into the MacArthur Causeway.

And then we're on that road
for like couple minutes.

And then we stop,
and I hear a blinker.

We're turning.
Right or left?

Left.
Yep, we're turning left.

There are three islands
off the causeway.

There's Star, Palm,
and Hibiscus.

Logan: And then
the window rolls down,

and the driver's talking to
the security guard in Spanish.

What is he saying?
Vamos

a número ciento

treinta y dos.

Number 132.
That's a house number.

But all three islands
have houses with that number.

What do you hear next?

Logan: Gate opens,
and we pull forward.

The road is, um-- it's bumpy.
It's uneven.

132 Star Island
has a cobblestone driveway.

Hey, here.

You recognize that house?

Yeah.
Yeah, I think that's it.

It's owned by a shell corp
registered in Luxembourg.

Luxembourg? That's where
Quincannon was last seen.

This is a lot of conjecture.
I don't know, Matt.

How sure are you?

That's his place.

I'm calling in
for a warrant.

Good job. Wow.

Have you seen
the sous vide?

FBI! Freeze!

Simone:
Show me your hands!

Where's Quincannon?
Who?

Victor Quincannon.
Never heard of him.

I'm Andrew Wilson.
This is my wife, Mindy.

You two own this house?

No, we're just renting.

We moved in two months ago.

ID checks out.
Andrew Wilson.

House is clear.
No Quincannon.

Looks like we hit
the wrong place.

Guess we should have
knocked first.

Our bad.

The SAC is gonna
eat this one up.

That sense memory thing
was yet another bust.

No, that was clever.

This one
wasn't your fault.

Wonder how
we got it so wrong.

I don't know.

Carter: You say you've been
renting for two months?

Andrew: Yeah. We moved here
from Chicago.

Couldn't take
the winters anymore.

So who's this Quincannon guy
you're after?

Well, unfortunately,
we can't talk about

ongoing investigations,
but we can get you squared away

with the paperwork
for reimbursement.

And I'll add your shoes
to the damage assessment.

Don't worry, it's fine.
I got plenty of sneakers.

Appreciate that, sir.
But it's policy.

Give me one second
while I-I grab a form.

Simone?

So this guy's
from Chicago, right?

But he just said he had
"plenty of sneakers."

Yeah, so?
I'm born and raised there.

Chicagoans don't say "sneakers,"
we say "gym shoes."

North Side, West Side,
South Side,

everybody calls them
"gym shoes." That's a fact.

So what you thinking?

A true paranoid wouldn't just
stop at having a body double.

What if Quincannon
changed his own appearance?

Into Andrew?
Well, if he had plastic surgery,

there'd be subtle scars.

I could get close enough,

but I'd have to go
full Simone.

Charm away.

Got it.

Ooh, you got
a pretty smile.

No offense, girl.

Alright, let's see here.

Oof.

This is the problem
with these forms.

The-- The type
is so small.

Ever since I turned 40, honey,
everything is blurry.

Would you be a doll?

♪

Name, address,

Social Security.

All this for a door?

You know
how the government is.

♪

Hey, Victor?
One more thing.

Got you!

Flash bang.

[ Explosion ]

♪ 1, 2, 3, 4

Andrew is Quincannon.

He's on the run
in the house.

♪ All I hear is
blah, blasé, blah, blah ♪

I told you
staying here was a mistake.

Seriously?
You're doing this now?

Carter: This way.

Split up.
[ Gun cocks ]

♪ Gimme gah-gah, oh, hit me
with a, a little ooh, ooh ♪

♪ They see me, I'm looking
like I'm too cool ♪

Brendon: FBI!

Damn, this is
a fancy-ass house.

Be advised,
they got guns.

♪

♪ Something more

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Let me give you
something more ♪

[ Gunshots, glass shatters ]

♪ It's unforgettable
[ Gun clicks ]

♪ Okay, okay

She's empty.

You want to poke your head in
and make sure?

Really?
No.

Oh.

Mindy?
Yeah.

It's time
to give yourself up now.

Yeah.

♪ Everybody coming aboard

Hands up!

Keep your hands
above your head.

♪ We turn up on top
of the shore ♪

Keep your hands up.

♪ I know that you know
who we are ♪

♪ But you can call me Sonny
for short, hey ♪

You're under arrest.

♪ Okay, okay, okay

I can't wait to see
the look on the SAC's face

when I gloat over this case.

I can't wait
to check "informant"

off my coloring book.

Uh-huh.

[ Laughs ]
Yeah.

But I am woman enough
to admit when I'm beat.

So your facts
closed the case.

And your charms closed it.
You keep your money.

This one stays a draw--
for now.

Looking forward
to it continuing.

♪

Mini-hashbrown?

Uh, no, I'm good. Thanks.

The tío I know
loves fried potatoes

and hates
any food that's green.

What the hell is going on?
Alright, alright, look.

You just can't
tell your mom, okay?

I've been dealing with
some heart issues recently,

but it's no big deal.

I'm just trying
to clean up my act.

How broken is it?

It's just a little.

I'm on medication,
so you don't have to worry.

Look, I will deny this
if you tell anyone,

but you're
my favorite uncle,

and I'd be sad
if you kicked the bucket.

That's, uh, sweet,
I guess.

Okay, so,
between us, right?

Hell no.
I gotta tell Amá.

Elena--
Sorry, not sorry.

You have no willpower, Tío.
The only thing

that's going to keep you
on the straight and narrow

is fear of your sisters.

No, no, no.
I'm not afraid of them.

Okay, fine.
I'm a little afraid.

But just, look,
let me tell them, hmm?

At dinner on Sunday.
Deal?

Deal.

Love you.
I love you, too.

[ Keyboards clacking ]

[ Telephones ringing
in distance ]

Morning.
Close the door.

[ Door closes ]
I told the FOAs yesterday

that there's three reasons
informants snitch--

to get out of trouble,
to get revenge,

to serve their country.

But apparently
there's a fourth.

The promise of an A-SAC position
in New Orleans.

That's a pretty
sweet deal.

Tracy, huh?

You knew?

I figured,
but Elena confirmed.

Never underestimate
the Bureau's assistant network.

Honestly, I think
they secretly run this place.

When you said not to put
a case number on Quincannon,

I considered going to her.

But this unit,
it's succeeding.

I couldn't undermine that.

I understand if you want
to transfer me out of here.

This is
the original report.

You generated a case number
from the beginning.

W-What was this,
a loyalty test?

[ Sighs ]
Simone and Brendon

are like kids at Christmas
getting to do this job.

And Laura,
this is her lifeline.

She'd never put that at risk.
But you?

You're the only one who doesn't
have to be here, Carter.

But I do hope you'll stay.

I'd like to.

But between us,
Tracy has threatened

to make my life harder
if I don't come through.

Well,
don't worry about her.

When she comes for us--
and she will--

we'll deal with her.

Together.

♪

♪ 'Cause I'll be right here
by your side ♪

♪ Friends gotta do it right

♪ Yeah, we work hard,
work hard ♪

♪ Morning, noon, night

What are you doing
in my neighborhood?

How do you know
this is my neighborhood?

Did my research
and ran a profile on you.

[ Scoffs ]
Oh, really?

And what did you find out?

Well, that the reason
you're so hard on me

is because
you need me to succeed.

Because I am
a reflection of you,

and your self-esteem
has taken a pretty massive hit

in the last year.
Careful, probie.

All I'm saying is that,
in a weird way,

you and me,
we're like, oh, partners--

equally invested
in my success.

You're not
buying that, huh?

No.

Okay. Well, how would
you like to go with me

to recruit
a Simone-level informant

and sabotage the best
acting role I'll ever get?

I'll get dressed.

[ Door opens ]

[ Knock on door ]
Ross: Come in.

Hey, Ross. How you doing?
Oh. Hey, Brendon.

Are you here to see Dylan?
No, you.

Smart man.
Come to sweet-talk me

into making a formal offer
for the film.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh, is this your agent?

She's hot.
You're hot.

No, not his agent.

But I am a federal agent,
as is Brendon.

A what?

Came here to talk about
Nightcloud Films.

What about it?

I did a little bit of digging
into your financials.

Uh, good job
hiding that money

you're laundering
for that Serbian mafia outfit.

That's-- That's good.
It's too bad I'm a bloodhound

when it comes to
finding dirty money.

You wouldn't believe

how many transactions
have come through that account.

Adds up to one,
maybe two decades in prison.

Mm. Unless you want
to make a deal,

become my informant.

Yeah.

♪

Don't get cocky.

♪

Cutty:
Mm-hmm. [ Grunts ]

You sure do
keep long hours.

You know
what makes up for it?

Using intel from
a neighborhood pill pusher

to arrest
a dangerous arms dealer.

Is that so?

The charges against Anton
were dropped.

Due to his cooperation,
he has a fresh start.

Even if the fool
doesn't realize

when you're
a confidential informant,

you can't go flapping your jaws
telling everybody.

Ah, he gets that
from his daddy.

[ Both laugh ]

Yeah. I see you.

How you're trying to make
a difference in your own way.

Doesn't mean I'mma always
be a fan of your methods.

But, yeah, I see you.

Daddy.
Ah.

Mm-hmm...

Oh, no, my baby.

You-- You dented Precious?
What?

And then you tried
to cover it up?

Daddy,
how can you tell?

A father knows.

Oh, my God.

♪

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