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- [speaking Spanish]

- [prays softly]

[pounding at door]

[suspenseful music]

♪

It's okay.

Está bien.

Hey, this is a sanctuary.

You can't just bust in here.

- All right,

I want all you women to stay where you are...

- Wait, this is an administrative warrant.

- And all the men, I want you up front.

- You need a judge's warrant!

- All the men, stand up and come to the front.

- This raid is illegal. You can't do this.

- Shut your mouth and move your ass now!

[all shouting]

- Silence!

All right, all the men, I wanna see your IDs--

papers, IDs.

- Move your ass! Now!

[shouting]

- This guy.

Hey, hey. Papers, ID.

Where's your IDs?

- I have a green card. It's at my house.

- That's not good enough. These two.

- No, no, no, no, no. [speaking Spanish]

[screaming]

- These people have done nothing wrong!

- [sobs] - [speaking Spanish]

- Who has a phone? Someone give me a phone.

That's it. I'm calling the police.

- No, you're not. - Stop it!

[crowd shouting]

- Good to go? - Yep.

- Let's go. Move! Move!

Go, go, go! - Stay back!

- Let's go! Go, go, go!

Move it!

♪

- This one's negative.

- All right, cut him loose.

♪

You say a word about this to anyone,

I'm gonna kill you and any family you have here

from whatever disgusting country you come from.

Comprende, amigo? - Yes, I understand.

No! No! No!

- Adiós! - No! No!

♪

- Nina's in Houston for how long?

- Remy didn't say.

- She texted and said she was helping

her sister with something.

- I hope her sister is okay.

- Barnes, in my office.

- Sure.

- Close the door.

I got a call from Brent Carrington yesterday.

He said you were a finalist for the task force

supervisor job down in Washington.

- Remy, I was gonna tell you.

- He wanted a performance evaluation.

So I told him the truth, Sheryll.

You're the best there is.

And they'd be incredibly lucky to have you.

I'm really excited for you.

I mean, a desk job down in D.C. lets you be closer to the kids,

gets you out of the line of fire.

- I haven't decided anything yet.

They haven't even given me an official offer.

- They will.

It's a lock.

You know, I got a birthday coming up,

and the older I get, the more I can't help but think

about life outside the job.

- Like opening that restaurant with Abby?

- [chuckles]

That's a good example.

But what I don't get is, why didn't you tell me?

Why am I finding out like this?

- Because telling you would somehow make it all feel real.

[knock at door]

- I'm sorry to interrupt, but we got a case.

♪

- We have three men

impersonating federal officers.

- ICE agents, specifically.

They raided a bilingual church in New Jersey,

kidnapped three of the congregants,

and assaulted the priest.

- Local PD sent over the footage

from the church this morning.

♪

- Have we heard from ICE? This for sure isn't them?

- No, ICE confirmed they had nothing to do with it.

Homeland Security said they didn't hear anything either.

- Yeah, this definitely isn't a government van.

- Facial rec?

- Gaiters didn't allow us to get a clear view.

- And what do we know about the captives?

Do we think this was targeted?

- Local PD said that the church isn't releasing their names.

They still believe it's ICE.

- The church's priest, Sonya Sharp,

is an outspoken advocate for migrants.

The church has a large undocumented population.

- Let's get to the church and identify these fools

and their captives.

- What was up with Remy this morning?

He seemed a little off.

- HQ told him I'm being considered for the job in D.C.

- You're kidding. - And he's simultaneously happy

and disappointed at the same time.

- That's a new one. - You're telling me.

Reverend Sharp?

- Ugh.

There's more of you?

- We're the FBI. We'd like to talk.

- You should be investigating Department of Homeland Security

and their cronies

at Immigration and Customs Enforcement.

- Reverend, this is a forged document, not ICE.

The men that stormed in here were impersonating them,

seemingly to target undocumented people.

- This is a loving, kind, taxpaying community.

Why do they have to be forced to live in fear?

- Can you tell us what happened?

- We prepare for this.

We hold our services in a safe room.

I know not to open that door

unless they have a judge's warrant.

But in this case, they just busted in.

And before I know it,

they started rounding people up,

specifically the men.

- You say mostly men.

Could you give us an idea how many?

- I've said too much already.

I mean, how do I know you're not just gonna arrest

and deport them if you find them?

- Because we're FBI, not ICE.

We're here to help.

These men might be in danger, and we need you to tell us

everything you know, please.

- They took three.

Alonzo Alvarez. He's in his 20s.

He has a green card.

His partner's American, might be willing to talk.

The other two, Eduardo and Miguel,

I don't know their last name or their immigration status.

They show up off and on,

don't usually stick around after service.

- Thank you, Reverend.

If you can think of anything else,

please give us a call.

[somber music]

♪

- These are Alonzo's.

If you find him, I'm sure he'll want these back.

- We will find him.

That's what we do.

- If you hear anything, give us a call.

This isn't working.

- Good morning, gentlemen.

Andrea Allen, Center for Immigration Legal Services.

- FBI agents Scott and Cannon.

- FBI? Right.

- Do you know of any men impersonating ICE?

- One of my clients was accosted by a man

outside of her workplace.

He claimed to be ICE, demanded money in exchange

for letting her stay in the country.

She said it happened on the night of April 26th,

around 11:15 p.m.,

outside of Dos Pedros over on Raymond.

- We could pull the street cams,

see if we can ID his face.

- Do you know why these men were kidnapped?

- We don't have a motive yet.

- I mean, do you know why the imposters targeted

these men specifically?

- Because they're a vulnerable group

who are less likely to call the police.

- Because they don't believe

the police will even look for them.

- Well, I look forward to proving them wrong.

My team and I, we don't do things halfway.

- Maybe you're the exception,

but don't expect the people around here

to take your word for it.

Your actions will say more than your words ever could.

- And you can't think of anyone that would specifically target

Alonzo or wanna hurt him?

- No, no.

Other than your average bigotry,

Al wouldn't be caught in anyone's crosshairs.

He's by the book.

It makes me crazy,

but he drives under the speed limit.

He insists on taking Lyfts even if there's

the remote possibility of having a drink.

I mean, he's a deacon at the church, for heaven's sake.

So I don't know who could--

- John, we can slow down.

- Alonzo asked if I would join him for church.

And I'm not much for religion,

and frankly, I don't know why he is

after all he's been through, but had I been there, I--

- John, breathe.

Why don't you take a seat?

♪

Can you think of anything that may have followed him

from his home country here?

- He doesn't say much, but Al has

a very rocky relationship with his family.

- Because of his relationship with you?

- They've come around somewhat, but it's been tough.

He moved to the U.S. to attend college

at Johns Hopkins on a student visa.

And he's worked at the hospital a couple years,

and now he's finishing nursing school.

I should have been there.

I should have--

Please, please find him.

- We'll do everything we can to find him.

In the meantime, hold on to that.

- Our ICE impersonators probably don't even know

they took someone who's legal.

- Reverend Sonya said they were fairly indiscriminate

about who they took.

- Men only. Why men, though?

- I think human trafficking is still the most likely motive.

Maybe they're being trafficked for some kind of forced labor.

- Well, whatever it is, we need to figure it out fast.

- No doubt.

If Alonzo and the others are being handed off

into an even larger trafficking network,

our chances of finding them drop to almost zero.

- We combed the street camera outside Dos Pedros,

and here's the guy that accosted Andrea's client.

His name is Leonard Thompson.

This is his last-known.

- Where are people buying these stupid fake ICE jackets?

- No idea.

Leonard Thompson, FBI.

Open the door.

[tense music]

Hey!

♪

- [groans]

[grunting]

- Where are they? - Who? I don't know.

- The people you kidnapped at the church.

Where'd you take them?

- What? What church?

I didn't take anyone, I swear.

- You kidnapped a bunch of immigrants.

- Yeah, and you accosted a woman at Dos Pedros,

pretending to be ICE.

- Yes, yes, I pretended to be ICE,

but I didn't kidnap nobody.

- Where were you last night?

- Playing pool at Moxin's in Elizabeth.

I was there the whole night.

They'll tell you.

- Let's go. - Wait, you're arresting me?

- Yep, for impersonating an ICE agent.

♪

- I can't go back.

I can't go back.

The gangs, they'll kill me.

I have to get home to my family.

- I don't think this is ICE.

This isn't a detention center.

They're not sending you back.

- Well, who are they, Coyotes?

- I don't know.

[door clicks]

- Doc, we're on a timeline.

We're gonna need this package on ice by morning.

- Angel and I will get it done.

It's--it's standard procedure.

- No, Angel's coming with me. He's good with the clients.

- What?

I can't do this myself.

- Cole will be here to keep watch.

He can help you if you need him.

- Cole doesn't know a scalpel from a butter knife.

He's useless.

- Screw you, Doc. - Hammett.

Mm-mm.

Just get it done.

- Hey, buddy.

Showtime.

- Please, please.

I have a family, okay?

I have a daughter. Please.

- Let's go. - Please.

- Let's go. - Please.

- Come on! - Please! Please!

- Please! Please! - He didn't do anything!

- No, no, no, no!

Alonzo, por favor!

No! No!

No!

No! No!

- Our ICE impersonator is Leonard Thompson.

His alibi checked out on the kidnapping,

so he's not involved.

- But he's still a scammer, though.

PD has him in custody at the Essex County Jail.

- Hana, what's the update?

- I've been parsing through the footage

of the exterior of the church,

trying to get an ID on these guys.

- They move in unison.

- Yeah, like they've had some kind of military training.

- Wait, wait, wait.

What's that on his arm?

- Maybe a swastika?

- Like this could get any worse.

- Get it over to Domestic Terrorism.

See if they can identify that tattoo.

[phone ringing]

- Reverend Sonya, everything okay?

- One of the men they took, Miguel--

I'm at the Lakewood shelter, and he just showed up.

- Have you talked to him yet?

- No, not yet.

He's been beat up, and he's scared,

and he's trying to keep a low profile.

- Tell him not to leave. We're on our way.

- Okay.

- We'll take both Tahoes.

Call PD and get 'em on standby.

- Wait a second, Remy. We don't need to all go.

It might scare them off.

- What are you suggesting?

- Miguel will likely talk if it's just one of us.

Why don't you let me go?

[suspenseful music]

- I'll go with her, be on standby.

- All right. Stay on comms.

Keep your finger on the trigger.

- All right. We'll be in touch.

♪

- [retching]

- Hammett, what happened?

- I told you I couldn't do this myself.

I gave him too much by accident.

I tried to make do with what I--

- Too much what?

- The anesthesia, the propofol.

- Looks like you had too much yourself, huh?

[glass shatters]

Did you at least get the damn kidney?

How did you let this happen?

- I don't know. He didn't want my help.

- I've never killed anyone before.

- Who cares about the damn illegal?

It's 150 Gs you lost us, Doc.

- I've done this dozens of times.

Um, let me--let me try again.

Let's--let's use him, hmm?

- No.

No, we've got a new client paying for a liver.

That's the priority now.

- A liver?

I--I can't do a liver here, not without it

being fatal to the donor.

- You have 24 hours to deliver a full liver.

- No. No, no, no, no. I--I can't.

- The client's offering a million dollars.

Cash.

- I can't.

- Oh, no, you can.

And you will.

Now, the new client is a woman, so we'll need a new donor.

Get this place back into working order, Doc.

I'll have a new patient back in a couple hours.

And if you screw up one more time,

you'll pay the price yourself.

Angel, Cole, you're with me.

♪

- Hana, you all good?

- I'm working the food line.

- Okay, let's do this.

[indistinct chatter]

Hola, Miguel.

Me llamo Sheryll.

- Miguel.

[speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- Maria?

[speaking Spanish]

- Miguel, hablas inglés?

- Yes.

- I'm gonna sit down.

How's your eye?

Can I get you anything?

- No, I'm fine. Thank you.

[sobs]

- Miguel, it's okay. It's okay.

It's over. It's over.

I promise you.

- [sniffles]

- Miguel, look at me.

Look at me.

I need to tell you something.

I'm an FBI agent.

I'm only dressed like this because I didn't want

to scare anybody, okay?

- You're with the police?

- Yes, but I'm here to help you.

I wanna find those men who hurt you.

[soft music]

- They say if I speak to anyone, they'll kill me.

- You're safe now.

And I'm not the only agent here.

I promise you, nobody can hurt you anymore.

- [sniffles]

- What happened to your finger?

- It was some kind of blood test.

- What for?

- I don't know.

They did Eduardo and the other guys too.

[suspenseful music]

- What else can you tell me about the men that took you?

Does anything else stand out?

- The boss, he's a big guy,

and he's not an American.

He had, like, a strange accent or something.

- That's very helpful.

And when they put you in the van,

can you tell me anything--

- Move, move! Go, go, go, go!

All right, this is a raid!

- That's them. That's them. - Okay, okay, okay.

[people shouting]

- Get down. - All the men on the ground!

I want all you women up against that wall!

All you men on the ground!

- FBI! Get your hands off her!

[gunshot]

[screaming, shouting]

- Drop your weapon!

Get down!

[gunfire]

Get down!

Everybody okay? You okay?

- [groaning]

Oh, you bitch. You shot me.

- Shut up. Give me your hands.

- [shouts] - Shots fired.

Requesting backup at Lakewood migrant shelter.

We need EMTs.

Two male subjects fleeing northbound on Demonbreun

in a maroon van, armed and dangerous.

Repeat, armed and dangerous.

♪

- Remy and Ray are headed to the hospital

to interrogate the unsub.

- His name is Angel Diaz.

I'll send them over everything I have on him so far.

- Any IDs on the others?

- No, but take a look at this.

Domestic terrorism was able to identify

the tattoo on the big guy.

It's a symbol from LKB.

It's an Afrikaner neo-Nazi group.

- Afrikaner?

So the ringleader is South African.

That tracks.

Miguel said that the big guy had

some kind of strange accent.

- I'm gonna start digging and see if I can find

any connection between LKB and any other hate groups.

- Okay.

[speaking Spanish]

[both speaking Spanish]

Why did you fight ICE?

- Those men weren't ICE.

They were criminals pretending to be ICE.

- Did you catch them?

- One of them.

Do you know who they are?

Listen, my name is Sheryll.

I'm an FBI agent.

My job is to catch criminals.

If you know something that can help me find them,

you can let me know, and I promise you'll be safe.

- [breathes shakily]

[gasping]

- They did this to you?

- I was walking here

after work a couple days ago.

They took me.

Then they took a piece of me.

- We need a medic over here.

Officer!

- [speaking Spanish] - Your wound is infected.

You need to go to the hospital.

- They'll ask for papers.

- You'll be in my protection, I promise.

You'll be safe.

This guy is a federal witness.

He needs to go to the hospital.

I believe he's had a kidney removed.

Okay? - Gracias.

- You're gonna be okay, I promise, all right?

[suspenseful music]

Hana, this isn't human trafficking.

These guys are kidnapping people

and harvesting their organs.

That man over there is a victim.

- That must be why they tested Miguel's blood.

- Probably trying to find some kind of match or something.

We need to call Remy.

- FBI. We need the room.

♪

- Oh, your little boo-boo hurts?

It can't be that bad, Angel.

Bullet went right through.

You're one lucky duck.

- Well, I sure as hell don't feel lucky.

Painkiller should have kicked in by now.

- They haven't given you any,

not until we're done interrogating you.

- Didn't want it to seem like we drugged you up

in order to compel you to answer our questions.

- That's right.

- So I'm supposed to suffer in pain?

Is that it? - Yeah.

- All we need is the names of your other crew members.

- Well, screw you. I got nothing to say.

How about that?

- Look, we know you're former military.

You served in the Army as a field medic in Afghanistan

before being dishonorably discharged.

Is that where you met the goons

you've been cosplaying as ICE with?

- I don't know who you're talking about.

- How'd you get into the organ harvesting business,

by the way?

Doing it for the money, or you just like

to see innocent people suffer?

- They're not innocent people.

They're criminals invading this country.

- Let me fix this for you. I don't want you to get cold.

- [groans]

- They're not invading the country.

In most cases, they're fleeing violence and oppression.

They're coming here in search of a better life,

just like your family did.

- [groaning] [machines beeping rapidly]

My family came here from Cuba the right way.

These freeloaders are skipping the line

and showing up with their hands out,

wanting us to give them everything.

- Oh, so you kidnap them?

You steal their organs?

Is that them paying their fair share?

- They're not real Americans,

and they deserve whatever happens to them.

Lawyer.

I want a lawyer.

I want a lawyer.

- Your ass is gonna need more than that.

♪

- How long have you been a surgeon?

- Huh?

- How long have you been a surgeon?

- Oh, um...

30 years.

- This is the first patient you've lost?

His name was Eduardo.

- Well, nobody could have helped him.

This environment with this equipment--

I mean, just because I'm trained

as a surgeon doesn't mean I can run an OR by myself.

I mean, it's not my fault.

- I can tell you don't wanna hurt people.

Look, just let me go.

- No, no, no.

You'll go straight to the police.

- No, no.

I won't involve the police.

- I can't trust you.

- They're out now looking for another person.

They don't need me anymore.

You don't need me anymore.

Just let me go.

Let me go.

And--

- Son of a bitch! [thuds]

- What happened?

- The raid went south.

- The FBI was waiting for us.

- FBI? Where's Angel?

- He got himself shot. - And arrested.

He's gonna tell 'em everything, where we're doing--

- Angel's not a snitch.

He won't make it easy for the Feds.

- We gotta leave now, destroy all evidence and go.

- No, no, no, no, no, no. We still got a job to do.

- We can't do it now, with the FBI--

- Are you crazy, man? - A million dollars.

We finish this deal tonight, we make a million dollars.

That's enough to lay low off the grid,

wait for this all to blow over.

[tense music]

- We don't have a donor.

- What about him? What's his blood type?

- Uh, he's O negative.

- And?

- He's a universal donor.

- Well, providence then.

- Well, I thought the patient was a woman.

Transplants are more effective

if the donor is similar to the recipient.

- We don't have time to find a match, Doc.

Besides, all livers look the same in the cooler, no?

- Well, I'll need more propofol.

I used it all on the last donor.

I can't operate on a patient who feels everything.

- Well, that's all right.

We've got all the painkillers right here.

- No, no. This is a million-dollar job.

We can't cut corners now.

- Let's just get out of here, man.

- No, no, he's right.

I'll call my connect.

Get over yourself and mount up, Cole.

You are really starting to piss me off.

You screw this up, you and I are gonna be at odds.

You don't wanna be at odds, do you?

- No.

- Have him prepped and ready to go by the time I get back.

♪

- I've been looking into Angel Diaz's online activity.

He's really into conspiracy theories.

A lot of anti-migrant posts, and then there's this.

He's a member of Orion Athletic Club.

He posts a lot about how men need to buff up

and get ready for the war ahead.

- These clubs have been popping up everywhere

over the last few years.

They seem like normal training gyms,

but really they're white nationalist clubs

targeting aggrieved men,

training them to be soldiers for the Western world.

- Who owns this club?

- His name is Winston LaRay.

- What kind of uniform is that?

- South African Special Forces Brigade.

He was in the unit for eight years

before he immigrated to the U.S. about a decade ago.

- And he has the same neo-Nazi Afrikaner tattoo

from the church abductions.

- LaRay is recruiting members of his gym

for this harvesting ring.

We need to ID these guys as possible unsubs.

- I'm on it.

- Look, I think I got something.

I've been combing through the donor registry

to see if there was anybody awaiting a transplant

but was taken off the list but didn't die.

- How the hell would they gain access to the donor list?

- Money. You find anyone?

- Yeah, Miriam Savig.

She lives on the Upper West Side.

She was awaiting a liver transplant

but was dropped three days ago.

- You don't magically stop needing a liver.

- I'll go talk to her.

- Barnes and I will take the gym.

Let's roll.

- Are you Miriam Savig?

- I'm Naomi Savig.

Miriam is my mother.

- She's awaiting a liver transplant,

is that correct?

- It is.

My mother is on death's doorstep

and in constant pain.

She's desperate for a transplant

but isn't considered a high priority,

so the doctors say there's very little chance

that she'll receive one in time.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sure that was difficult to hear.

- She's my mother.

[phone chimes] I owe it to her to do

anything and everything I can to save her.

- And what does anything and everything entail?

- Thankfully, we have resources.

Thank you, Carla. - Mm-hmm.

- She's in a private clinic right now

awaiting a private transplant.

- Is that why you had her removed

from the national donors registry?

- I couldn't afford to let her languish

on that useless list any longer.

- Mrs. Savig, did you hire Winston LaRay

to find a liver for your mother?

- I used a procurement agency,

but I don't know any Winston LaRay.

He told me his name was Arnold Stevenson.

Have I done something wrong?

Who is this man? - How'd you find him?

- He reached out to me.

He proposed a private solution.

- He runs an illegal organ harvesting ring.

That's his private solution.

- What?

No.

He said he had a legitimate business

that worked with hospitals and medical agencies,

and because his fee was so high,

he could cut through the red tape of the donor list

and deliver an organ quickly.

- And how high is his fee, exactly?

- 1 million. - Oh, my God, you--

- I was willing to pay anything.

You can't put a price on a loved one's life.

- That's exactly what you did. All right?

Someone's loved one is gonna die

because that liver is gonna be harvested.

- I'm sorry. I--I didn't realize.

Wait, I can stop this.

- No, no, don't do that, all right?

Just...

make him think the transaction is going through.

I don't wanna spook him.

- What about my mother?

- We'll station some officers outside the private clinic.

She'll be safe.

- I mean her transplant.

- I hope you can get her back on the donors list.

We'll have some officers

stationed outside your house too.

You hear from LaRay, you give me a call.

[phone ringing]

- Barnes.

Yeah, of course.

Thank you. That's wonderful.

I'm in the trenches right now.

Let me call you back later, and we can discuss details.

Okay. Thank you.

[pensive music]

- So?

- The job in D.C., it's mine if I want it.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Yeah, I feel a lot more excited than I expected.

- That's it, then.

- We've got a case to work. That's what matters.

We'll discuss the rest once we find Alonzo and Eduardo.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Can I help you?

- FBI.

We're looking for a Winston LaRay?

- He's not here.

- Well, call him. Get his ass down here.

- Unless you got a warrant, I don't have to do anything.

- FBI!

[tense music]

- FBI! Hands in the air.

- Freeze, tough guy!

- [chuckles]

I don't suppose we can handle this

just you and me, man-to-man.

- I am handling this.

- Give me your gun, nice and slow.

What do you wanna do with him? - Bring him with.

We'll figure it out on the way, but hurry up.

[grunting]

♪

- Just kill him. He's too much trouble.

- Hey!

[gunshot]

You okay?

- See?

I told you I'm no good without you.

Oh, damn.

- I got a BOLO out on LaRay's truck.

- You sure you're okay?

You took some pretty hard hits out there.

- I'm good.

What about Savig?

Does she know LaRay? - Yeah.

He gave her a different name, but she offered him

a million bucks for a liver for her mother.

- A million bucks?

No wonder why they were in such a hurry.

- And willing to kill for it, the greedy bastards.

- That guy said a doctor's been

coming around recently, talking with LaRay.

His name is Gary Hammett.

- You think he's a part of this?

- He's an ex-surgeon.

He lost his license and was disbarred a few years ago

for drinking on the job

and performing surgeries while drunk.

He's probably desperate for cash.

- I think Dr. Drunk's our underground surgeon.

- Yeah, but where would he do the surgeries?

He needs an operating room.

- Well, it can't be anywhere official.

- Maybe this guy knows.

What did you sell LaRay?

- Nothing. - Hey, smartass, I saw you take

500 cash with my own eyes.

Answer my question.

- It was propofol.

- Propofol.

For anesthesia?

- I don't know what he does with it.

Look, I don't know what's going on here.

- Well, let me enlighten you.

LaRay and his crew kidnapped three people.

They assaulted a federal officer.

They shot at me and my team, all in the past 24 hours.

Now, if we don't find him, he's gonna murder

at least two more people.

And as his drug dealer--

- I'm not his drug dealer.

- As their drug dealer, you can be considered

part of their crew, which means you can be charged

as an accomplice for each and every one of their crimes.

- No, wait, look, I swear I had

nothing to do with any of that. - Then help us out.

I can put a good word in with the DA.

- Did LaRay ever take you anywhere, somewhere remote?

- Actually, yes.

Once, he had me meet him at this rundown place

out in the boonies.

- You notice anything specific about the building?

- Easterly.

It had a broken sign, but I remember it said

Easterly something Clinic.

[suspenseful music]

- Got it.

Easterly Pet Clinic. It closed down two years ago.

- That has to be it.

That's where Hammett is performing the operations.

- 30 minutes out of Newark.

- Get him out of here.

- I've got live overwatch from a street cam.

Our missing van and LaRay's truck

are outside, no other movement.

- Can you tell how many people are inside?

- No.

It's a fixed angle and no clear window inside.

- So we're going in cold.

- And we have no idea if Alonzo or Eduardo are still alive.

[dramatic music]

- All right.

Just got word the handoff is still a go.

Time to get to work, Doc.

All right. Just relax, all right?

It'll be all right. You're not gonna feel anything.

- Por favor. - It's okay.

- We're gonna need some more.

You have to hold him down.

- Don't worry about him. - Hold him tight.

- Hold still, buddy. - Oh.

Don't do this! - Be still.

- You gotta hold him tight. - Yeah, yeah.

- Don't do this! - Shh, shh, shh.

- I can't get the needle in.

- Shut up. Be still.

♪

- Help! Help!

- Shh, shh, shh. - Don't move.

- Get him out of here, Doc.

- Please. Please.

Please.

[gunfire]

- Get up. Up, up, up.

[groaning]

♪

[gunfire]

- Cole, fall back!

♪

[gunfire] - Gun!

- [shouting]

♪

- Clear.

- That's a million dollars escaping.

Go get him!

- I can't. I can't go out like this.

I can't die here.

I surrender.

[gunfire]

- Hands in the air, LaRay!

I said hands in the air!

- [shouts]

- [groans]

- Drop your weapon!

I said drop your weapon!

- Don't shoot!

[breathing heavily]

- Alonzo Alvarez?

- Sí.Yeah.

Don't shoot.

[breathing heavily]

- Thank God.

- Just look straight ahead for me.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

- I was so scared.

- Oh, my God. It's okay.

It's okay. It's over now, okay?

- You have my number. - I do.

- So I appreciate that. - You're welcome.

- Thank you.

- Hey, hey.

You said you'd find Al, and you did.

And I--thank you.

- I was just doing my job. - No.

We've seen what cops just doing their job looks like.

You did more than that.

You cared more than that.

- Thank you. - Of course.

You guys take care of yourselves, okay?

You be well.

[soft music]

- Thank you.

- You're a hell of an agent, Sheryll Barnes.

Didn't tell you that enough.

- Well, you still got time.

It's a long ride back to the city.

- Oh, let me count the ways.

♪

- [sighs]

[phone ringing]

- Hey. You're working late.

- That makes two of us.

- Nice job on your last case.

I was talking to Marissa Wills in ICE.

She was singing your praises.

- It wasn't just me.

- Okay. Everything all right?

- I had a conversation with Barnes

the other day about the D.C. thing.

- Okay, Remy, before you get upset,

she came to me in confidence.

She asked me not to tell you until she weighed her options.

I just felt I needed to respect that.

- That's not what this is about.

Can you talk in person?

- Yeah, of course.

- I'm on my way.

[somber music]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]