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Hi, how are you?

I just... you see what
I'm talking about here.

Mr. Hutchinson, could you
please look that over for me?

I got my own copy,
this is for you.

We can get going, I'll
look over what I have.

Let me help you outside.
I'll keep everything.

This is all your receipts, it's
all for the transaction you did.

You're gonna hold onto this. It's
all right, be careful in the rain.

Oh, yes.

Okay.

Everybody down. Put your
palms on the floor.

Everybody down. Put your
palms on the floor.

Everybody down. Put your
palms on the floor.

Cell phones out. Place
them in front of you.

Cell phones out. Place
them in front of you.

Cell phones out. Place
them in front of you.

Open your drawers. Do not hit the
alarm or we will kill your manager.

Open your drawers. Do not hit the
alarm or we will kill your manager.

Open your drawers. Do not hit the
alarm or we will kill your manager.

Remain on the floor
or we will kill you.

Remain on the floor
or we will kill you.

Remain on the floor
or we will kill you.

Remain on the floor
or we will kill you.

Remain on the floor
or we will kill you.

Remain on the floor
or we will kill you.

Remain on the floor
or we will kill you.

If anyone leaves or calls the
police within 15 minutes,

this device will explode.

If anyone leaves or calls the
police within 15 minutes,

this device will explode.

If anyone leaves or calls the
police within 15 minutes,

this device will explode.

I'm sure you'll be as pleased
with those reports as we are,

and trust you will enjoy
your business in Cincinnati.

Despite numerous attempts to move
our headquarters to a larger city,

we have chosen to stick with our
roots, give back to the community.

Hubert nationalists played a great role
in the revitalization of the queen city.

Something we're actually
quite proud of.

Would you like to add
anything else, Mr. Hubert?

What floor are we on, Andrews?

14th floor, sir.

Which in reality is the dreaded
13th floor, is it not?

Yes, I guess it is, sir.

My friends, there is a spider on
the outside of the window here.

Brown recluse if
I'm not mistaken.

A spider that has climbed 13
stories so far without falling.

Which, considering today's lovely breeze
is most impressive, wouldn't you agree?

Why does the spider
climb so high?

Is it striving to
get to the top?

Or does its spider brain have no
concept of there even being a top?

Maybe she believes she can just keep
going up and up and up forever.

That's what I choose to believe.

Only small thinkers
believe there's a top.

A plateau to reach.

We here a Hubert National Bank
will never stop climbing higher

to maximize your bottom line.

I give you my personal guarantee
as president of this bank

that like my friend
the spider here...

I will devour any little
bugs that get in our way.

Sir, Dagley's on the phone.
Excuse me, please.

Let me show you the rest of our
corporate offices, shall we?

How much?

I don't know yet. Police
have it all sealed up.

FBI?
They're all over the place.

Can you see Hutchinson?
Yeah, I saw him.

Are they speaking to him?

No, they took him out.
He's dead.

What do you want me to do?

Welcome to the shit show.
Ready for you guys inside.

How long after the robbery till
the first officers were on scene?

Twenty-five minutes.
Why?

Because they laid out a device
with prerecorded instructions

saying it would explode if the cops
were called within 15 minutes.

And?

And it was a car stereo, but
nobody moved for 20 minutes.

When your first action is sending a shotgun
blast through the bank manager's chest,

it sends a pretty clear
message, don't fuck with us.

So the bank manager bled out.
Nope.

Just told he was dead.
He is.

They executed him
on the way out.

He resist?
Negative.

Witnesses say everybody
fully complied.

Especially him.

Victim's name is
Steven Hutchinson.

How much was taken?

Three million from the safe and
whatever was in registers.

Let me see that
device they left.

What?
Sargent Mims...

was the first detective on the scene.
Motherfucker.

They tagged and bagged it before he got
here. I was told they found a print.

What print?
We don't know yet.

They said Mims is unreachable, I said
bullshit, I sent a guy down to the station.

That shady cocksucker, you find out where
he is before any of the cash evidence

goes missing too, and next time please
make that the first thing you tell me.

Mims, it's three doors down.

Okay, follow my lead.

Get your hands up! Hands
up, gets your hands up!

Police!
Hands up, don't move!

Get the fuck outta here!

Crack and wings? When'd that chicken
joint change the number six?

Are you James Jackson?
Where the fuck's your warrant?

Warrant?

This is my warrant.

Man, you broke ass cop, we
know you gonna skim that shit!

Broke ass, huh?

Shit!

Just put a little Neosporin
on that, you'll be fine.

Good afternoon, everyone.

We have a robbery homicide.

Brutal, professional, yet
seemingly also very personal.

We have a print, or
at least we should,

but we have no fucking clue
where the hell it is! Chase.

They think the print is
from a James Jackson.

Do we have his jacket?

Possession, possession, petty
theft, disturbing the peace.

Really?

Anybody else smell horseshit here?
This guy's a thug.

There's no way he
pulled this off.

These guys are pros.
Agreed.

They operated with precision.

We need the evidence, and
where is the evidence?

Still with Mims.
Why is it with Mims?

Anybody?

Because we allowed him to take
it from my fucking crime scene!

Excuse me sir, who's Mims?
He's an asshole.

And who the fuck are you?
GI Joe?

Yeah, everyone, this is
new Special Agent Wells,

fresh out of Quantico with flying colors,
decorated Special Forces, renowned sniper,

blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Like I said, GI Joe.

All right, nobody takes
anything from my crime scene

unless it has been
cleared, am I clear?

Now I wanna know where the fuck it
is, I wanna know where it is now.

That's it, go! GI Joe, my office.
Yes, sir.

Getting settled in nicely?
Yes, sir, thanks for asking.

Close the door.

Like to smoke weed, Wells?
What?

Do you like to get high?
No, sir.

On your polygraph...

an abnormal answer...

causes the needle...

to jump as high as here.

Mine's beneath it.

But at a greater variance
than your other answers.

I figure with your Special Forces
training, lying to beat a polygraph

is probably child's play. I'm gonna ask
you one more time, for the last time.

Do you like the sticky icky?

No, sir.

Why the skip?

I smoked weed maybe three times when I
was younger to impress this hot chick.

How hot? Ass for days hot?
It was middle school.

When you applied, you were
asked whether you did drugs,

using marijuana is grounds for immediate
disqualification from the FBI.

I don't care if you smoked last week.
What I care about is honesty.

If you lie, you withhold
facts to get ahead,

I'll cut off your
balls and bury you.

Or fire you. We work
as a team, we clear?

Yes, sir.
Montgomery.

When'd she get in? Thanks.

Bank manager's wife arrived from vacation
with the kids, no one's informed her,

you wanna go?
I'll drive, where does she live?

Indian Hill, no, you won't, I always
drive, you can regale me with more...

hot chick stories.

Yes?

Mrs. Hutchinson?
Who's asking?

Special Agent Montgomery of the FBI,
this is Agent Wells, may we come in?

Please.

My husband isn't here,
but he will be shortly.

Are your children upstairs?
Yes.

Please have a seat.
Thank you.

Mrs. Hutchinson, your husband
was killed during a robbery

at Hubert National this morning.

I'm very sorry.

God, the kids.

Is there someone you can
call to come over? Family?

No, no, I...

I'll be all right.

Take my card. Take care
of your family tonight.

If you can give me a call, we'll
have someone bring you in,

ask you a few questions at a better time.
Do you work, ma'am?

What? No, why?

Your husband the only source of income?
Yes.

Again, we're very sorry for your loss.
We'll see ourselves out.

What was that about?

Well, the average bank
manager makes 60K a year,

wife has expensive taste, they
live in a $2 million house,

and both kids go to a
private elite academy.

I saw the pictures, so...

Interesting. Next time show
a little more finesse.

Yes, sir.
She also wasn't surprised to see us.

She wasn't confused until I
told her her husband was dead.

Yeah, I saw that. You
think she's dirty?

Something is.

Go.
How's GI Joe doing?

Jury's still out,
what have you got?

Cincinnati PD has James
Jackson in custody.

We're on it.

We just got a front row
seat to the shit show.

Can't wait.

Agent Montgomery, good to see you.
No one paged you, captain.

Monty, how you doing?
I'm good, I'm good.

What the fuck are you doing?
Detective Mims had a lead

on a print discovered
on the fake bomb.

He followed up, found weapons and
drugs at the suspect's residence.

So why didn't you wait for my
okay to go raid the apartment?

I'm Homicide. It was a homicide.
Don't pull this bullshit on me.

I allow Cincinnati PD to fully
partake in my investigations,

but at the end of the day,
don't make the mistake.

That money says
federal reserve now.

Well, you didn't do a very
good job of reserving it.

Wow, that's very clever.
Mims, calm it.

Captain O'Connell,
shut the fuck up.

Do you know how I'm able
to tell him that, Mims?

Because my official title
is Special Agent in Charge

which gives me the authority
over a Special Agent

who's over your Captain
who's over you.

You don't take evidence from a
crime scene until I get there.

You don't do a fucking
raid unless I tell you.

You got a print? I want it.

James Jackson?
No.

The print belongs to T.J.
Jackson.

Say that again.
What, you don't know who T.J. Jackson is?

He was a ranger.

Keyword there is was, T.J.
Jackson's dead.

James Jackson is
T.J.'s little brother.

We figured James had some of T.J.'s old
stuff, T.J. was a US ranger hotshot.

So maybe he had some of this
high tech shit and they used it.

Huh.
That's what you two figured?

That they'd be that precise but
not take the time to wipe it off?

These are thugs.

Did you see the tape? These guys
move better than a SWAT team.

No, if I were looking for thugs, my
first suspects would be you assholes.

This is not gonna hold up, these
guys will be out in 15 minutes.

Sooner. Jackson's lawyer claims
she has a liquor store tape

of James making a purchase
at the time of the robbery.

And who the fuck are you?

Number three on that list
of people who outrank you.

Well, congratulations, gentlemen,
you've just been played,

it's called disinformation, that
print was put there on purpose

and you've given our suspects
a nine hour head start.

Well done.

Hey, by the way...

how much cash did you guys recover
from James Jackson's place?

No cash.
Nothing?

None.

That's strange 'cause I always heard
that there was a lot of money

to be had at a drug bust.

That's weird.

Okay, people, things just
got a lot more interesting.

The print that our good buddy Mims found
is not that of petty thug James Jackson.

It is the print of
his big brother.

His dead big brother T.J.
Jackson.

Does anybody here not know who T.J.
Jackson is?

Wells, tell those
pretending to know.

This young man,
Alexander Hubert,

was held for ransom in 2011 by a
rogue group of US Army Rangers.

One of those rogue soldiers was a
Cincinnati based native named T.J. Jackson.

Kidnapping went South,
Alexander Hubert died.

US Military swooped in and killed T.J.
and his accomplices.

I assume Alexander Hubert was related
to the Hubert National family?

Exactly, he's the younger
brother of Jeffrey Hubert.

Sole heir, now runs the show.

They're brothers? They look like
they're about a century apart.

Theories.
Let's talk motive.

Why did T.J. and his guys
kidnap Alexander Hubert?

Money.
It didn't work, T.J. was killed.

Now we have his print on the scene of
another attempt to get Hubert's money.

Well, shit, Monty, you're right.

This has certainly
gotten more interesting.

You have two voice messages.

Voice messages.

Hey, baby, don't forget to stop
and grab some wine. See you soon.

I'm thinking how do you
have so many dirty clothes.

I miss you.

Hi, Martha Wallace?
Yes?

Yes, I'm Special Agent
Chase with the FBI.

I was hoping to ask you a
few questions about T.J.

Thank you.

That was you singing?
Mmm-hm.

You have a beautiful voice.
Do you perform anywhere?

Yeah, every couple of
weeks I play a jazz club.

T.J. used to come hear me sing.

How can I help you, ma'am?

Do any of T.J.'s old friends
ever come by to visit?

No.
No military pals maybe?

According to the military, T.J.
was a traitor.

You know they still have never really
explained to me what happened.

Wouldn't even release
his body to us.

We had to bury an empty casket.

Jeffrey Hubert of
Hubert International

attended the opening of his newest
North coast branch yesterday.

It was just three days ago when one
of his downtown branches was robbed

in what I'm told was a very
sophisticated operation.

In spite of initial
rumors of pending arrest,

the police have released
no real info...

Drive to work. Unlock the
safety deposit boxes.

We know the bank has a
secret access code.

Do exactly as you are instructed
and no one will be harmed.

Otherwise, we will kill you.

But first, we will kill your
wife and your daughter.

No, no, no. No, no, no!

Drive to work.
Don't do... don't do this, please.

This is Dagley.

Hubert wants you at the
West Chester branch now!

Who is this?

Hello?

Put this in your ear.

We can hear everything you do.

Open the vault to the
safety deposit boxes.

Hit any alarm or
disobey in any way

and Patricia and Ava will die.

Hit any alarm or
disobey in any way

and Patricia and Ava will die.

Morning, Will. Would you
mind doing me a favor

and making sure that maintenance stocked
the bathroom with toilet paper? Thanks.

Hi, Mr. Teegan!
Morning, Michelle.

Hey, Mr. T!
Jared.

Hey, would you mind running next
door and grabbing me a coffee?

Sure, I'll go.
Actually, everyone,

run next door, grab a bagel
and some coffee, okay?

It's on me.
You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure, I can
handle any early birds.

Thanks, what can I get you?
Just a coffee would be great.

Strong feather.

Open box 3-5-1-1-1.

Wait! Don't!

Will, get down!

On the ground. Cell
phones in front of you.

Put your palms on the floor.

Hit the alarm or call the
police and we will kill you.

Hit the alarm or call the
police and we will kill you.

On the ground, cell
phones in front of you.

Get out.

No!

Yeah?
They killed Dagley.

They left his body
on the street.

Goddammit.

Excuse me, Special Agent, can you tell us
if one of the victims was a bank manager

like the last robbery?
I just got here.

So you're saying it's not related?
I'm saying we don't know yet.

Why else would the Cincinnati PD be
investigating a crime in West Chester?

I'll tell you what, Miss Adler, I'll be
back within an hour to give you an update.

Thank you.

Four suspects in Kevlar masks.
And we have another victim.

Bank manager again?
No, it was the guy on the street.

His ID says David Dagley.
And he was legally armed,

but never had a chance
to pull his weapon.

You should know the gunman
also saved the guard's life.

Sir.

What?

They didn't take cash.

They emptied the
safety deposit boxes.

Go.

Mr. Teegan, how are you?

I'm alive, thank you.
Glad to hear your family's all right.

Not glad to hear that you can
open safety deposit boxes

without the owner's
keys or permission.

You'll have to explain that one to me.
I'd like to wait for my attorney please.

Well, you're an employee of a bank that
contains federally secured currency.

You have to answer my questions
with or without your attorney

whether you want to or
not and you know that.

Okay.

Okay, this is a still from
one of your security cameras

and the suspect is focusing on a very
specific folder from a very specific box,

any idea who that
box belongs to?

I can't divulge that kind of information,
it's a violation of our privacy policies.

And that's okay because I already know
the box is registered to a Jan Martense.

How did...
How what?

Unfortunately, that's
about all I know.

How's your marriage?
What?

I mean, are you happy, do you love her?
Did you make a good choice?

Did you pick well? You did, so you
know how lucky you are to have a wife.

Yes, very. Thank God they
didn't hurt my family.

So you're all good.
Fuck the next guy!

Except for him, the
cops show up...

and these guys are still in the
bank and they kill his family.

Now I want you to
imagine that right now.

Soon as you leave here, the first
call you make is to a funeral home

to pick out a casket
for your wife.

And then they show you the special
caskets for the children.

And all the different colors and
pillows and cushions inside

and you're sitting there thinking what
pillow would make them more comfortable

fighting the realization that they're already
dead so they don't give a flying fuck

what color they're buried in, you
motherfucker your wife is alive!

But that's not your problem...
is it?

Are we being recorded yet?
Not yet.

How often do you think the owner
of a bank visits his branches?

I'm not talking about the VP or anything
like that, I mean the man at the very top.

No idea, how many locations
does Hubert National have?

Almost 3,000.

Hubert probably doesn't
ever visit any of them.

No.

Only the large main branches.

And those maybe once, maybe
twice a year at the most.

But Hubert...

he visits ours a lot.

Usually after we're closed.

Well, it's got a print.

You run it?
It belongs to T.J. Jackson.

What the hell's going on?

Sir, I need you to walk with me.
Can it wait?

I've been keeping tabs on all large
deposits in the area since the robbery.

And exactly $3 million was
reported on the grid.

Why do you think it's
from the first robbery?

Because the serial numbers match.
What bank?

It wasn't a bank.

They may be a charity, but they don't
fuck around with their paperwork,

this better be in the evidence locker.
Don't shush me, motherfucker!

Follow me.

I hid it back here so nobody would
find it, it's definitely the money

from Hubert National.
Yeah, I know.

Are you that big of an asshole
you think I wouldn't find out

you took money donated to the
City Mission from a bank robbery?

No! Monty...

look, the City Mission runs all
donations through me, I even signed it.

The reason why I
didn't report it?

Because the whole department,
they leak to the press.

Including you.
You're fucking right I do.

But I know a hustle
when I see one.

These guys are trying to make
themselves look really fucking good,

a $3 million donation
to a charity?

The press gets hold of that, it'll
look like the Boondock fucking Saints.

You're right.

You still should've
reported it to me.

What, the FBI doesn't
have any press leaks?

I know you guys do, it's not like you
make any more money than we are.

Guess again, I live up
in Akron next to Lebron.

I'm assigning an agent to you.
Fuck that!

Fuck you, "fuck that", do you have any idea
how incriminating it is what you just did?

There's just no
pleasing you, man.

Well, you keep trying, don't you, Mims?
Yeah.

I got agents downstairs, they'll be
taking the money off your hands.

Hey.

I made you breakfast.

You're home so late.

How you feeling?

Better.

You're here.

So are you hungry?

I'm okay. I can't
keep anything down.

Can you just hold me? I was
having the best dream.

Are the security measures in place?
Yes, sir, top of the line.

Staff was prepped this morning.

The fuck?

Press is already making
their own assumptions.

For the first time,
they're probably right.

Vanessa Adler, she's a reporter
for Channel 12, right?

The one with big tits.

She's also a writer
for The Plain Daily.

I only know about the big tits.

Look, Monty's assigned you to
Detective Mims and his crew.

What?

Gotta coordinate with CPD.

Cops hates Feds,
you're the newest.

Least amount of hate. Don't take
any shit from those assholes.

Thanks for meeting me. I felt bad for never
giving you anything at West Chester.

Do you think this is political?
I don't know. Apparently you do.

Seven of 16 Ohio Representatives and
one of our Senators have accounts

at Hubert's West Chester branch.
I'm sure they have lots of accounts.

Not with safety deposit boxes
where people keep their dirt.

Hubert lures these guys
in so he can spy on them.

That's interesting. I don't recall
reading that in your article.

Oh, that's far too sensitive a
topic with not enough facts.

And beyond that, papers don't
usually print stories of conspiracy

against the bank
they owe money to.

So the paper wouldn't go against
its funding for a story, but...

with solid evidence you would.

It would have to
be beyond solid.

Hey.
Hi.

At least drink the fucking wine so
I can send you to AA or something.

Give me a Bushmills Black.

Here you go.
Thank you.

What do you think Velasquez
is doing right now?

Oh, come on.
Getting high?

Remembering how he
killed my wife?

You wanna talk about it?

I just did.

Good Samaritan bank
robbers in Cincinnati.

In a Channel Five exclusive, we
have learned that the suspects

in the two recent Hubert
National bank robberies

gave a reported $3 million
to the City Mission.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Shit. You ready, let's go.
Where's the rest of your crew?

Why, you wanna babysit them, too?
No, I'm just asking.

Where are we going?
To see a security guard

who works a couple blocks from Hubert's
in West Chester, claims he saw a plate.

Wait... so no one's
interviewed this guy yet?

No. I guess the Feds can be just as
slow and inefficient as the cops.

Know who the VIP is?

Senator Cook.

Yep.

Any idea where
Senator Cook lives?

West Chester.

It would be convenient enough for him
to do his banking at Hubert National,

why, what are you thinking?

I'm thinking it's pretty fitting they're
having their little bitch fest in a graveyard.

Heard you met with
Vanessa Adler.

Yeah, you know her?
Yeah, I banged her a couple times.

No, we bounce information back
and forth once in awhile.

She actually went to
college with my wife.

Oh, yeah, you married?
How long?

Almost 10 years.
How'd she fall for you?

I don't know you,
I don't like you.

This is not about my wife.
Tell me about this guy.

Chris Hall, he worked at Icon Jewelry
a couple blocks from the bank.

Private security, seems legit.
Ten bucks says he asks about the Bureau.

Huh?

Eleven o'clock.

Chris, Agent Wells,
this is Detective Mims.

Nice to meet you guys.
Hi, can I grab you anything to drink?

I'm good, thanks.
Okay, thank you.

Thanks for taking the time.
Where did you see these guys?

I didn't see them,
I saw a black SUV

racing off down Oak
Street after the robbery.

As I understood...
It could've been anybody.

It could have.

You just have a habit of
writing down license plates?

Well, I work security.
Oh, so you must see a lot of action then?

Mims.

I'm sorry for the detective, Chris.
Please continue.

Look, I work close to the bank,
SUV peels out, cop cars show up,

I wrote it down, if you guys
aren't interested, it's cool.

Oh, no, no, we're interested. We'd
love to see the plate number.

I wrote it down. Address and
the location where I saw them.

Thank you.

Why didn't you come sooner
with that information?

I called right away, you guys were
the first ones to get back to me.

No, no, this is great. Thanks for
your time, we'll be in touch.

Hey, guys, listen.

I was thinking about applying to
the Academy in the Fall and...

I was just wondering if maybe you'd put in
a good word, tell 'em I helped you out.

Yeah, we'll jump right on that.

Special Agent Wells here will
personally inform the FBI Director.

Maybe even the President.

David Dagley, our
victim in West Chester.

He was in T.J. Jackson's Ranger
Unit, Commanding Officer.

He alerted the military
about the kidnapping

and was the only one who
didn't go on the mission.

And guess who hired him when
he came back stateside?

Jeffrey Hubert.
Exactly.

File for you, Agent Montgomery.
Thank you.

Senator Cook.

Now what would your pretty
little wife think of these?

What you got?

Plate's registered
to James Jackson.

James Jackson, I knew it,
my gut is never wrong.

Monty, he's not gonna fucking believe it.
Call it in.

Fucking hates me, that guy.

Derohan, you around?
Go ahead.

I need you and Leon to stake
out 1-5-6-9-1 North Central.

Look for a black SUV, plate number
Foxtrot Papa Tango Nine One Five Five.

The driver most likely
will be James Jackson.

Okay, for how long?
Until I say so.

Until the babysitter says so.

Understood.

You good? You want
another pillow?

No.

No, I just...

I love you.

We're gonna go on a beach
and sleep on a hammock

just like one of those
beer commercials.

That's so sweet.

My husband's ideal romantic
getaway is a beer commercial.

I'll go away with you on your
Corona commercial if I can, baby.

Of course you can.

We're gonna go on a long tropical
vacation sooner than you think.

How are you this evening?

Who am I talking to?

Robin Hood. I think it would
be more useful for both of us

if you didn't worry about
trying to trace this.

So I won't have to hang up and
we can have a conversation.

You're taking an
awful lot of risks.

Purposefully leaving
evidence at the scenes,

sending me stuff, now
calling me at home.

Yet, you still don't know who I am.
Oh, I assume you have theories.

Have you considered the possibility
that I'm helping you catch

a greater criminal than myself?
Yeah, that's crossed my mind,

but I really don't give a damn,
your crew's killed two people.

I'm after you.

Both were bad men.