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Let's go.

Come on.

- Move. - Put him in the box.

- That is a mistake. - I disagree.

I'm sure you do. Camilla.

What do you want me to do? The horse is out of the barn.

We all think this guy's leaking secrets to the Russians.

Yeah, but we haven't proven that yet.

And Captain Macho here just jumped the gun

and put my counterintelligence case in jeopardy.

Captain Macho says screw your case.

National security trumps domestic law every day of the week.

It's nice to see the Agency learned nothing

from the War on Terror.

- We... - Enough.

Go break the guy.

You know I'm right.

Right doesn't matter.

It never has.

Mr. Rice, I'm Matt Garza, FBI Counterintelligence.

You've already met my colleague, yes?

Yeah, but I didn't get his name.

You work as a code clerk at the Embassy... is that right?

You know it is.

Never been in a CIA safe house before.

Thought it would be nicer.

A little cavalier for a guy accused of treason.

Well, what's the expression?

- Laugh to keep from crying? - Okay.

We have evidence that you've been selling secrets to the Russians.

No, you don't.

'Cause I haven't.

Mr. Rice, I appreciate the fact that you think

that you can outsmart us right now, that you are up for this moment,

but you are an amateur.

We're professionals who break guys like you for a living.

And if you think the Russians have your back,

you are hopelessly naive,

because you are a liability to them now.

But if you tell us everything you know

about their intelligence network here in Panama,

you might be able to breathe a little free air again

before you die.

What's happening?

Aah!

- Get him out of here. - Yep.

Is this an act? To get me to confess?

No. This is very real.

Your comrades are here to shut you up.

Now you stay along that wall. Do you understand me?

Go, go, go. Stay on the wall. Stay on the wall.

Don't move!

- You okay? - How the hell did they find this place?

Grenade!

We gotta go. Let's go.

Camilla.

Camilla, we gotta go.

Camilla?

Matt!

No. No, no.

- No! - Matt!

- Time to call it a night, Tío. - Yep.

I'm right behind you.

I am, I promise.

This is Garza.

Who is this?

No, yo...

I need the jet on the tarmac in 20.

Fuel it for Washington, D.C.

Hey, boss.

Simone, listen, there's no time. I'm in Washington, D.C.

I'm about to get arrested, and I need to tell you two things.

Pomona Eddie and A Fish Called Raven.

You got it? You trust no one but the team, okay?

Let me see your hands, Matt.

Miranda, you got this all wrong.

How many times have you heard a suspect say that?

Okay, it sounded weird coming out of my mouth, but it is the truth.

I hope so. Because you're under arrest for espionage.

- Synced and corrected by synk - - www.addic7ed.com -

- I don't understand. - I don't either.

All I know is that Garza called me at the crack of black

and said, "Pomona Eddie and A Fish Called Raven."

What does that even mean?

- And why did he call you? - Seriously.

Uh, because I'm his favorite?

Ah, that is not true.

Can we focus on the mystery at hand?

I mean, does anyone have any idea what this is about?

Okay, Matt said Pomona Eddie,

which is a nickname for Edwin Gomez.

He was the subject of a fraud investigation

and insisted that he was being framed.

And it turned out he was.

Okay, so Garza's telling us he's being framed, too.

But what about the second part?

A Fish Called Raven?

It's an episode of "That's So Raven."

I-I auditioned for that show a few times.

But why would he be talking about a Disney show?

And what crime could Matt possibly be framed for?

You know, he did work counterintelligence

for a decade before he came out to Los Angeles.

And there was always rumors that he was connected to some op

that went epically wrong.

Yeah, but if they were only rumors, then the Bureau buried it deep.

So are we thinking that case has come back around?

Elena. What did you find?

It's DEFCON 1 here.

Some kind of counterintelligence emergency,

but everyone's too scared to talk to me.

What was Matt doing in D.C.?

I don't know. I had no idea he was going.

Air support said he called them out of the blue last night.

Touched down at five in the morning.

Chiles has an office full of VIPs.

And I heard a whisper that there's a high-value individual

squirreled away up on the sixth floor.

Okay, Elena, we need you to work your sources

in the assistant network...

Promise them anything and everything.

We have to know what is going on.

I'm on it.

Elena.

Elena, I need to talk to you.

Elena!

So... what's our play?

If Garza is under investigation,

then we have to assume that we are, too.

They'll want to interview us at a minimum.

- And at a maximum? What? - Polygraphs?

Suspension until the investigation is closed?

We need to split up. You want inside or out?

In. Simone and I will head into the office,

and work the case from there.

All right. Drop us off. We'll set up somewhere off the grid,

and we won't tell you where, so that you, you know,

- don't have to lie. - So how do we communicate safely?

You know they're gonna be all up on our phones

since they're investigating Garza.

Well, I have a private ClipTalk account...

VampireLover51... I-I used to lurk online

to see what people were saying about the show.

I could post the contact info on there.

Yeah.

- Guys. - Yeah.

We cannot let the boss down on this one.

- We won't. - We won't.

The handcuffs really necessary?

Yep.

Cuff him in the front for the flight.

We're good to go.

Copy that.

JENA 6 ready for takeoff. Priority status.

- Target is in pocket. - Understood. E.T.A.?

5 hours, 20 minutes.

Has he said anything?

Not yet.

What about your special guest?

I'm about to get into it.

Let me know the moment any of Garza's team surface.

Good morning.

I'm Special Agent in Charge Tracy Chiles.

Tell me about Panama.

Really? You don't want to talk about

what we found in the trunk of that car?

Oh, we'll get to that.

For now, let's talk about Panama.

No one wants to talk about Panama,

and you don't have the clearance.

Nice try, but you know that I'm fully read in.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have assigned me to investigate you.

- Tell me about Panama. - It's all in the file.

No, it's not. The file's incomplete...

Almost as if someone scrubbed it.

Yeah, well, I don't know anything about that.

Clearly, someone is trying to set me up.

So if you can just loop me in, I can figure out who it is.

Ah.

It was worth a shot.

What do you want to know?

Start at the beginning. Tell me about George Rice.

George Rice.

Rice was the Embassy code clerk in Panama.

He had been in country for a year before we even

started suspecting that he was up to no good.

- Who's we? - The FBI, the DIA, the CIA.

They were the ones who had HUMINT

that someone on our side had been compromised.

So... I flew down to Panama.

Hey, I'm Matt Garza.

And it's nice to meet you, too.

Don't take it personally.

Link's annoyed we have to go through this whole due process thing.

If Link had his way,

he'd just snatch our targets off the street.

- Alan Brady. - Oh.

Defense Intelligence Agency.

It's nice digs we got here, huh?

As top-secret illegal safe houses

in supposedly allied countries go,

it could be worse.

- Come meet the boss. - Right.

Excuse me.

Are you the LEGAT?

Camilla Nava. Have you been fully briefed?

I was handed a plane ticket and this address, so, no.

George Rice.

Code clerk at the Embassy with access

to code-name level military secrets.

The CIA has circumstantial Intel

he's been selling those secrets to the Russians.

Oh. And we need proof before we can act.

Which is why you called for me, huh?

Not you specifically.

I just asked for the best investigator they had.

Well, you got him.

We'll see.

Okay.

And you pretty much know what happened after that.

Six months of an investigation that broke so bad,

every single agency disavowed it.

Everyone disavowed it because there was talk of a mole.

People think that someone tipped off the Russians

to the location of the safe house.

You think that someone is me?

Miranda, please.

Don't you see what's going on here?

Think. Hm?

It's been five years.

Why is this coming up now?

You tell me, Matt.

Some ghosts never stop haunting you.

You need to listen to me, Simone. We both want to help Garza,

but we've gotta be smart about it.

We can bend the rules, but we can't break them. And we cannot lie.

That is the biggest sin in the Bureau

and the quickest path to getting fired... or worse.

- Do you understand? - Bend, don't break. Got it.

I need to be fast.

There are two PSS goons upstairs waiting for you

while their friends take apart my Tío's office.

Is there anything for them to find?

Not unless they uncover the secret compartment in his desk.

He thinks I don't know about it.

The PSS crew is pretty thorough.

They'll find it if they know to look.

Then we never had this conversation.

Is there an update on our mystery guest?

No. Still digging.

Do you think my Tío's gonna be okay?

It's too soon to tell.

She deserves honesty, not platitudes.

Brendon is gonna post a contact number

on his lurker ClipTalk account.

- VampireLover51. - How do you...

The posts were always a little too needy,

but no one else would've figured it out.

Okay, well, if you come up with anything,

hit them there in case... we're unavailable.

Special Agent Hope. Special Agent Clark.

- You need to come with us. - Sure thing.

Do we have time to stop in the break room...

Get a cup of coffee?

No.

I would be a lot more pleasant with a little kick in me.

Move.

Have a seat in there.

Wh... What about Carter?

He'll be questioned somewhere else.

Hey, girl, hey. You know what?

I was thinking, your shoe game does not get enough respect.

Stop.

Simone, what Garza is accused of carries a death sentence.

We know he called you from D.C. this morning,

which makes you a potential conspirator.

If you don't cooperate fully, you're going to prison.

Hey, no need for threats.

We are on the same team here.

Go Feds! I mean... Ask me anything.

Did Garza give you an order when he called you?

I need exact details.

No, not an order, but definitely clues.

The first one was "Pomona Eddie."

- Safe words? - Code words.

Go look up his fraud case with Edwin Gomez.

There's gonna be a clue there that Garza's being framed.

And second, he said "A Fish Called Raven."

- What does that mean? - I'm not sure,

but I'm guessing it has something to do

with Garza working counterintelligence in Atlanta.

That's like espionage central.

So there's probably some tie in to the whole Raven thing.

But y-you got his file right there.

Check it out.

Maybe it has something to do with Camilla Nava?

- Clever. - I learned that one from Garza.

- All right, who is she? - No.

I'm the one asking the questions.

What was Garza doing in D.C.?

I honestly don't know.

M-My part in Garza's story started when he called me this morning.

And why did he call you? You're just a trainee.

I could clown and say it's 'cause I'm cute,

but I honestly don't know.

What aren't you telling me?

Ma'am, I'm telling you everything.

If Garza says he was framed, he was framed.

And you should do everything you can to try to help him out.

The only thing I should do is investigate this case with impartiality.

And how are you gonna do that when you got a hate-on for the man?

Yeah.

The next time we speak,

you're gonna be hooked up to a polygraph.

In the meantime, go back to your desk

and don't try to leave the building without my express permission.

And where are Laura and Brendon? They're not answering the phones.

I don't know. And that's the real.

Hey, Smitty.

Sergeant Grey says you guys can set up shop

in Interrogation Room A.

Oh, great. Tell him thanks.

It's got a bit of a rat problem.

Or maybe don't.

The phone line you asked for is on the desk.

What kind of case you working, anyway?

Thanks for your help.

Okay.

The first thing we need to figure out

is what kind of trouble Garza is actually in.

How are we gonna do that?

The investigation's based out of the D.C. office.

What are you doing?

Calling in a favor.

- Mark Atlas. - 'Sup, scrub?

Well, if it isn't the second best profiler in the FBI.

No matter how many times you say that,

- it's never gonna be true, Mark. - Is that Atlas?

Oh, say hi for me. Hey. Hey, buddy.

- How you doing? - Hey, is that my boy Brendon?

Brendon! Hey.

Okay, can we just... Just... just

hit a pause on the, uh, bromance?

Because I need a favor.

Favor as in... you and me?

Shut up. No, um, Matt is in trouble.

He was arrested in your backyard by agents from your field office.

You want me to find out what evidence they have against him.

- Mm-hmm. - That's a pretty big ask.

Do you trust me?

With my life.

Then do this.

For you? Okay.

Thank you.

Tell him his fantasy team's garbage.

Tell me about your relationship with Camilla Nava.

We worked together in Panama.

And we were sleeping together, but you already knew that

or else you wouldn't be trying to catch me in a lie.

- Why didn't you disclose it? - No one ever asked.

And it didn't matter.

When did it start?

Over the past three months,

I've been racking up frequent flyer miles for nothing

because the CIA won't give me anything actionable.

Rice is careful.

Clearly, the Russians have taught him some tradecraft.

Yeah.

That wasn't for you.

No?

What are you gonna do about it?

- Nothing. - Okay.

Are we gonna just stand here all night

and stare at this table, or what?

- Do you have something better in mind? - I do.

Might be a little risky, though.

Only a little.

Was it serious?

It was for me.

Then you betrayed her... and your country

to the Russians for what, money?

Didn't happen, and you need a refresher course

on questioning high-level suspects because that was ham-handed.

If you're so innocent, then why fly to D.C.

in the middle of the night on a moment's notice?

I received an anonymous phone call

from someone using a voice modulator

claiming to have new Intel on what went down in Panama.

I was given the address of a parking lot

and the car's plate number.

Or you were called with a warning

'cause someone was gonna snitch on you

- and you were just trying to run. - That's not what happened.

Then how do you explain what we found in the trunk of that car?

It's really bad.

Atlas found out that Garza was busted in D.C.

grabbing go-bags full of $2 million in cash

and several forged passports.

That's a lot of money to sacrifice for a frame job. Right?

It's a steal when the alternative is a firing squad.

Well, whatever is going on is connected to Camilla Nava.

She was the LEGAT in Panama when Garza worked down there.

Her file says she died five years ago in a car accident.

That's clearly a cover story.

Cats got nothing on you.

Gotta walk between the raindrops.

The SAC has the PSS goon squad on the lookout for me.

Did you find out who's lying about Garza

- up on the sixth floor? - No.

None of the assistants are in the know.

- And that's, like, a first. - Damn.

Garza's being framed for a case five years ago

that resulted in this woman's death.

We need to figure out what happened on that op.

And decipher what he meant by the "That's So Raven" reference.

Wait. What did he say exactly?

He said "A Fish Called Raven."

You know what it means?

Well, in eighth grade, I had a terrible flu,

and Uncle Matt took the week off to stay home with me.

We binged every episode of "That's So Raven."

And in my favorite episode of all time,

Eddie heroically gives up the ball to Gino

to shoot the winning basket.

Tío used to always tell me when 33 and 40 worked as a team,

there's nothing they couldn't do.

Garza already told us not to trust anyone outside the team.

It's gotta mean something else.

3-3-4-0.

That has to be the combo to the hidden compartment in his desk.

I bet Garza kept his own records.

All we need to do is sneak into Garza's office,

access his secret drawer in his desk...

All without being seen by the security specialists

who are guarding it.

Is that all?

Ready to bend some rules?

You need to distract them long enough for me to sneak in

and find Garza's secret compartment.

I thought I was gonna be the one sneaking in.

You're still a probationary agent.

You get caught, you're fired. But me?

Well, I'll actually be fired, too.

Point is, we both know you make a much better distraction.

Point well made. I do look extra cute today.

Watch me do my thang.

Oh, man, it's jammed.

Excuse me, sweet thing.

You think you could come and help me out with this?

I mean, you do have the muscles for it. Pretty please?

- Sure thing. - What's your name?

- Anthony, but my friends call me Tony. - Okay.

I want to be your friend, Tony.

You think you can use these muscles you brought to work

to help me get behind there?

Yeah, because I don't know why it keeps jamming.

Kahn!

- What the hell are you doing? - Being a dear.

Helping me because the copier got jammed.

And abandoning his post.

Get back up to the office.

I'm taking over.

Well, what about you, sis?

Do you think you could help me out with this?

'Cause technology hates me.

Apparently you do, too.

Hey, is this the IT department?

The copier is jammed again.

My leg is cramping. Get her out of here.

Yeah, I tried that, and it didn't work.

Simone, you need to create another distraction.

I did work with some

juvenile delinquents in my day.

They taught me a few tricks.

Please don't burn the building down.

No promises. But be ready to move.

Gotta figure this out.

We gotta do everything around here.

Oh, shoot.

Where's the fire extinguisher?

A-Around that corner!

Oh. What the hell is going on in here?

I've been telling you that the copier was broken forever.

Men. They don't listen.

Well, she saved the day.

Black girl magic.

Carter and Simone got Garza's Panama file.

It's worse than we thought.

Garza was a part of a task force

investigating a mole in the State Department...

George Rice.

They were questioning him in a CIA safe house

when Russian Special Ops stormed in, captured Rice,

and killed the LEGAT, Camilla Nava.

No wonder everyone buried this so deep.

Well, clearly, someone on our side's working with Rice

and leaked the safe house location.

Yeah, and the Bureau thinks that someone was Garza.

Which is all horrifying, but we need actionable Intel

if you're gonna prove Garza's innocence.

Well, how about this?

Garza's notes show that he spent the last five years

investigating Adam Link,

the CIA Case Officer overseeing the spy hunt in Panama.

Yeah, that makes things ten times worse. The Agency's impenetrable.

Well, Link doesn't work for the Agency anymore.

Langley bounced him shortly after the mission.

He's since gone private, and his client list

is a who's who of international scumbags.

- Any hard evidence? - Circumstantial.

But Garza got a tip a few weeks ago

from a source in the State Department that Link got his hands

on some stolen confidential documents.

Why hasn't he been arrested?

I guess Garza felt he needed an ironclad case.

M-Maybe Link found out he was closing in on them,

decided he would be the fall guy?

Yeah, and Link would have the resources

and the tradecraft to pull it off.

So he's gotta be the mystery man on the sixth floor then, right?

Driving the final nail into Garza's coffin?

You know, if Link's upstairs, now would be a pretty good time

to search his house, prove he's the real traitor.

I mean, with the Intel we got from Garza,

we might have enough to get a search warrant.

Maybe, but you can't call in a warrant

without getting the SAC's attention.

You're right. We can't.

But you can.

We have a sneak and peek warrant... Which means what?

Really? A pop quiz, now?

Okay, look, I am still your training agent,

and it is my job to evaluate your ability

to keep thinking in high-pressure situations, so...

Fine. It's a search warrant where the subject isn't aware

that the premises is being searched,

and a Search Warrant Return isn't provided

until they're indicted or arrested, right?

- Acceptable. - Can I break into this house now?

I don't know. Can you?

- You okay? - I haven't even started yet.

You know, 'cause if you're having a little bit of performance anxiety,

- then I... - Oh. Wait a minute.

- I wasn't. - Now I'm in your head?

Or I'm just an actor with a...

flair for the dramatic.

Okay.

Link could have stashed these files anywhere.

So let's get to looking.

I'll start here.

Yeah, I'll start here.

I just hate being trapped here.

We should be out there helping them...

There's something you should see.

Girl, I swear, if you sneak up on me one more time.

Front Desk Dave hooked me up

with security cam footage of the sixth floor

where our mystery witness has been locked away.

At 5:00 a.m., he walks through the front doors,

announces himself, and all the alarms go off.

Why would the alarms go off for a retired CIA agent?

Wait! T-That's George Rice.

He's supposed to be in Russia.

This is the framework of an agreement with the Justice Department

granting you immunity and WITSEC

in exchange for your testimony

against Supervisory Special Agent Garza.

Sweet.

- You seem unhappy. - Well, what can I say?

I hate making deals with traitors.

Even if it is for the greater good.

Hold up.

If Rice is talking to Chiles,

then where the hell is Adam Link?

Whoa!

We are with the FBI, we have a warrant.

Put the gun down, Mr. Link.

Shooting us will only make things worse for you.

Did Garza send you to plant evidence in my house?

- To frame me for his crime? - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're here because you're framing Garza, not the other way around.

Put your gun down.

Gun. Down. Now!

Why would I frame Garza if I think he's guilty?

We know that you recently came into possession of top secret documents.

I don't admit to that... It would be a crime.

Well, you're gonna have to tell us something to exonerate yourself.

Otherwise you're leaving here in handcuffs.

Look, I know Garza's been trying to pin Panama on me for years.

But that op wrecked my life.

We lost Rice, Camilla was killed...

All on my watch.

After that, I spiraled.

Got drunk for a year and was fired from the Agency.

Okay, we're gonna need more than a sob story

to convince us that you didn't set up our boss.

How about hundreds of pages of notes?

Dozens of hours of phone transcripts

trying to get evidence that would nail Garza.

Why the hell would I go to all that trouble

if I was just gonna frame him?

What do you think?

I think what he's telling us doesn't fit the profile

of someone trying to cover their tracks.

It fits someone trying to uncover the truth.

Laura says Link's not the mole.

This whole time he and Garza have been convinced

the other was the mole, but they were both wrong.

Then we gotta get the two of them together to hash this out

so they can ID who the real mole is.

How? Garza's in custody 30,000 feet in the air.

Katherine.

JENA 6, go ahead.

Hey, girl, it's Simone. I need a favor... On the DL.

Okay.

I need to speak to Garza.

That's a negative.

Please?

Garza has always been there for you.

He gave you extra time off when your father had emergency surgery.

- Remember that? - That's not fair.

I don't have time to play fair, Kate.

This is a matter of life or death.

Garza needs you.

Understood.

Stand by.

- So, another security check. - Mm.

I'm gonna hit the head.

- I'm thirsty. You? - Scotch.

Rear top left. No label.

For my cholesterol.

Should you be mixing it with alcohol?

No, but the way this day is going,

this might be the last sip of Scotch I have for a while, so...

We're beginning our descent.

Now would be the time to use the bathroom, if needed.

Is that all right?

Yeah.

- Hello? - Hey, boss.

It's so good to hear your voice. Look, the team is all here.

Thank you all, but I don't have much time.

So what did you find?

George Rice is alive and in FBI custody

and given a statement that you're the Russian mole.

Well, then he's working with Link to frame me.

No, he's not.

My bad, sir. Mr. Link is here, and he is not the mole.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

He wants to get to the bottom of this just as much as you do.

Put the phone down!

Miranda, wait, this is my team.

You need to listen to them.

Oh, they'll have plenty of time to talk

- in an interrogation room. - Just listen.

Ma'am, this is Simone Clark.

If you're investigating Garza,

then you've taken a look at all of us.

You know exactly who we are.

So ask yourself... What's more believable?

That Garza found four agents

willing to throw away their careers

and betray everything they believed in to go the dark side?

Or that Garza's innocent,

and we love this man so much

we're willing to risk our jobs and our freedom to prove it?

Come on, now.

- This better be good. - It is.

Five years ago, someone tipped off the Russians

about us interrogating George Rice.

And because of that, Rice was taken and Camilla Nava was killed.

Now, every agency connected tried to bury that screw-up.

But I never stopped trying to find out who tipped them off.

And I was convinced that it was Adam Link from the CIA.

But I was wrong.

Which only leaves one viable suspect...

Alan Brady.

Brady's about to be nominated for Deputy Secretary of Defense.

And you're telling me you think he's a Russian mole?

Yes. We think he was secretly working with Rice

and directed the Russians to the safe house.

That's... crazy and a political nightmare

and still doesn't answer the basic question. Why now?

Well, the answer to that question, Tracy,

is sitting in an interrogation room on the sixth floor.

Is everything finalized?

Long time no see, George.

T-This man's a dangerous criminal.

See, we went down that road...

led us right back to you.

Our last interrogation was interrupted by the arrival of your comrades.

But there is no one who's here to save you now.

Clemency deal is DOA.

It only comes back to life if you come clean.

So...

why did you really show up today, George?

Do you know how cold it is in Arkhangelsk?

Huh? How lonely?

You don't speak the language. You can't travel, socialize.

The Russians promised me heaven.

- Okay? And they gave me hell. - Yeah.

And then you see a guy who did the exact same thing as you,

except he's climbing the ranks to become number two

at the Defense Department, right?

- And you've got leverage over him. - Damn straight.

Look, I-I-I leaked a few secrets,

but Brady had been feeding the Russians

classified material for a decade,

ever since they honey-potted him into becoming an asset.

So I reached out, okay?

I-I reminded him of what I knew.

He figured out a way

to secretly bring me back to the States with a plan...

I offer the government an active mole,

I get to live a new life in WITSEC.

If you framed me.

You were the obvious choice.

Brady knew about the affair you were having,

and that you hadn't disclosed it.

He came up with all that cash to plant in the trunk,

manufactured all the other evidence against you.

All right, you've got a choice.

Face your treason charges...

or work with us.

- Hello? - Hey, buddy, it's me.

I'm about to walk into the FBI and blow up Garza.

Then I decided I want another million bucks

to keep your name out of my mouth.

A deal's a deal.

- I told you that. - Yeah.

Then I got a better deal somewhere else.

Mr. Brady, you are in quite a bit of trouble.

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

But I have friends in the highest of places.

And whatever you think you have on me...

- I'll fight. - And you'll lose

because you are a coward and a traitor.

And those friends of yours,

they're not gonna stick their necks out for someone like you.

Alan Brady, you are under arrest for treason.

So, is that it?

All's well that ends well, right?

As far as the Bureau's concerned.

Both Brady and Rice have been remanded into federal custody.

Of course, Rice will get a decade or two

knocked off his sentence for his help.

- What about me? - Cleared of all charges.

I don't suppose there's an apology attached to that, huh?

From the Bureau? Yeah, don't hold your breath.

What about from you?

Matt, I was doing my job.

Yeah. So was my team.

Speaking of which, they might need a refresher course

on being inconspicuous because this is ridiculous.

They really care about you.

It's annoying.

Anything else?

I hope not.

- Miranda. - Matt.

It was nice to spend some quality time together again.

Ah. How about next time we do it without the handcuffs?

Well, Michael Jordan did it.

You're not gonna do it, obviously.

Oh. What? Oh!

- Hey. - Hey!

We good?

Yeah.

Oh.

Today was not fun.

I know. I am sorry.

Thank you for all that you did.

Oh, you have no idea.

This baby moved around this office like a damn ghost.

- Seriously. - Well, thank you all.

They'd be processing me in jail right now

if you hadn't all stepped up. I am forever in your debt.

Forever? No.

But right now? Yes.

Because you are buying the drinks tonight.

- Oh! - Oh, rain check.

I can't remember the last time I slept.

- Okay. - Okay.

But before you go, I just... I have to know,

out of everyone you could have called this morning,

- why Simone? - Really?

After everything you learned today, that... that...

That's what you're dying to know? That's fascinating.

I won't lie. I'm curious, too.

- Matt, why her? - Oh, my gosh.

You guys sound like haters. It's obviously because I'm his favorite.

- Right. - Speak your truth, boss.

- We all know I'm his favorite. - It's very simple.

Simone was at the very top of my recent caller's list,

and I was in a hurry.

- I knew it. - Yeah.

Now, everyone, let's just get our asses home

and get some rest.

Come on.

You know, it's gonna be a cold night tonight.

Sure could use some of that L.A. heat.

Okay, "A," that is painfully corny.

And, "B," is that what I've been reduced to?

- Heat? - I was thinking, um,

if you're coming back east for the holidays,

after you spend some time with your family,

maybe... we could spend a little time together.

Or we could skip the part where I visit my family

and I could, um... come straight to you?

Well, I'm starting to see why people call it

the most wonderful time of year.

Oh, yeah? Well, if you like that,

you are gonna love how I do the countdown.

Yeah, talk that dirty holiday talk to me.

- You doing okay, boss? - Yeah.

I'm just tired.

I hear you. Uh...

while we're alone... spill it.

Why'd you call me?

Do you remember what I told you when you first asked to join my team?

Uh, yeah.

That I was a torpedo looking for a target,

and you couldn't take that risk.

I needed a torpedo today.

Camilla meant a lot to you, didn't she?

We made plans for the future. I just...

Well, I wish she would have been here to see them.

I hear that.

There's no closure with grief.

But I tell you what,

you definitely honored her memory today.

Yeah.

Today and every day.

Grenade!

No, no.

Okay, we're gonna go. Let's go.

Matt.

- We gotta make a run for it. - No.

Garza!

I'm not leaving her behind!

- We'll cover you. - Okay.

Go! Go! Go!

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