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Mikhail Derko is in custody.

His nephew, Timur Novikov, is dead.

There was a name.

Gallagher. Gallagher. Yeah, just like it
sounds. Set a meeting with the

Belarusian consul general.

I told you before, I don't know anyone
named Volchuk. How hard would it be to

get inside the consulate's computer
systems? I could install a rootkit. Then

we'd be in.

You say the headaches are worse?

Just looking for a little relief.

Live out the time you have left in as
much comfort as you can.

Wish I could, Doc.

Nice.

Morley, where's the 50 feet?

Yeah, go ahead.

Yeah,

good.

Don't patronize me.

Let's see you. Come on.

All right.

Hey, Warren Ranger.

About the distinguished expert.

What does that mean?

Marksmanship. It's highest ranking. But
that's for others to tell people. I

wouldn't think of telling you something
like that. No, no. You would never.

No. All right, show me. Hit dude in the
window.

Why? What'd he do to me?

Punched your mom in the ball. Jesus.

You heard me.

What's wrong with you?

When we're in the firefight, you stand
right next to me.

Done.

Mr. Harris, it sure is a pleasure having
you here in person. I'm sure you'll

find everything's in order in the
contract. It's pretty boilerplate

fare. When can I expect delivery?

Give the bank a couple of days to
transfer funds, and I don't see why you

have delivery by Friday.

That would be beautiful.

Does your CFO need to look at anything?
No.

I base my business on trust.

And I trust you'll deliver when you say.

We will see you on Friday.

I look forward to it.

I'd like to drink the best beer I've
ever had, but it's like having caviar in

your hand. Do you want coffee?

Black. Two spoons of sugar.

Oslovych!

This is what you call a wolf!

I think you have the wrong man.

I am sure I do not.

The Americans are closing in on you.

They came to my office asking a lot of
questions.

They even broke into our computer
server.

fishing for information about you.

Still, Belarus would prefer not to
antagonize our host country.

It would be in our best interest if you
give up whatever plans you hold here and

return to Minsk. You'll be welcome back
to your birth country with open arms.

I will consider your offer.

Do not think long.

I found you out.

I can do it again.

Okay, so as you know, we have been
painstakingly drilling down on the name

Gallagher, the one that Meacham saw on
the map in the basement of the dance

hall. It did take some time, but we were
able to find this man, Sean Killian

Gallagher. He was friends with Timur
Novikov in high school, and in 2013,

were arrested together for carjacking.

And we're just finding out about this
now?

Well, he was a minor when it happened,
so his records were sealed, but Bell

worked a friendly judge.

Call it in the favor.

Good job. Turns out Gallagher was
arrested twice more for drug

did two short stretches and is currently
out of parole.

Okay. Me too, and I will talk to his PO.

Sir, the Belarusian consulate discovered
our rootkit and severed the connection.

We no longer have access to their
classified files.

Also, I find it curious that they didn't
close the consulate or report that

they'd been breached or infiltrated. I
mean, Meacham took down three other

security detail. You would have thought
that that made it to the wire.

One of the things so intense at home,
the consul general, Astapov, likely

to keep things quiet so as not to draw
heat from his superiors.

My dad used to call that a CYA rug
sweeper.

Exactly.

Thank you. Thank you.

You really with DEA?

15 years.

You not applied there?

They said I was in line, but it's real
political. Yeah.

It's not something they'll say on
record.

It's all about who you know. I guess I
don't know the right people.

Come in. Come in. Have a seat. Have a
seat.

Good to see fellow law enforcement
officers in here. Yeah, department's

together. It's the symmetry that gets
you places.

I read about the LAPD and FBI not
getting along, but different breed dogs

working the same pack.

Am I right?

Um, so we understand that you are Sean
Gallagher's parole officer.

I'm the senior P .O. for a lot of bad
hombres.

Let me check.

Yeah, Sean Gallagher.

This guy.

He's a real fried egg. What does that
mean?

He's one of those, whatchamacallit,
doomsdayers. The end of times are

The cell towers are turning our water to
poison.

That type of thing. Right. He's all the
way into it. I give him about 92 %

chance he violates before his time's up.
Mark my words.

Has he been making his regular
appointments?

Yeah. Secret employment?

You know, I think so, but it looks like
I'm a little backed up. I haven't

updated the system.

How about an LKA? Of course.

What's the average on violators?

About 70 % get re -arrested the first
year. You're kidding.

I'm not, sir. Not about that.

Here we go. House in Highland Park.

You want me to text it to you?

Oh.

No. No, that's, uh, we can not do that.
Look at this.

Boom. See?

Got it.

Thank you for your time.

Sam Johnson.

In case you want to put in a word for me
with your bosses at the DEA.

Yeah, I will do that.

Stan Jackson. Got it. Okay.

Come here.

Where are you?

Today, after my business meeting,
General

Consul of Belarus Yosip Astapov stood
before me.

I don't know what he told me. I only
know that he did it. He wanted to fool

But he understood that throwing stones
at a bear is the best way to get his

face. I do not accept my plans to put
this country on its knees.

I want to know the whole story of it.

What it does every hour, every day.

I want to know the whole schedule of the
day. Where it is, where it sleeps,

where it burns its cigarettes, right?

Got it?

Get to know it today!

All right.

What's going on?

Other than just, like, you know when you
drink an icy too fast? You know? We're

good. Let's go.

You guys cops?

Yeah, LAPD.

You should go back inside.

You looking for Sean Gallagher?

Yeah. You know him?

I know he hasn't been there in months.

That place is a ghost house.

All right.

Go back inside.

He took my hot plate. You can see it in
there. Not going to tell you again.

All right. This guy's a prepper, so he's
probably going to be strapped.

John Gallagher, police.

Open up.

Look at that.

Jesus. Claire?

Claire? That guy's not home.

Looks like he hasn't been home for
weeks.

Get out of here before a grenade goes
off.

Should I grab the neighbor's hot plate?

Oh, fuck that guy.

All right, well, Sean Gallagher was
definitely there. Place was like a booby

-trapped little house of horrors. That
dude is out there.

Yeah, I looked under the hood on him,
including the list of visitors he

during his various jail stints.

And the same name popped up in over ten
different visitor logs for dates over

the course of a year.

Wade Trippett.

Record? Drunk and disorderly from like
five years ago, but no felonies and no

jail time.

Not many visits. He's not just a friend.

All right, you and Fina go talk to
Trippett.

Oh, thank God. I've had all the wacko
ambushes I could take for a day. Tag,

you're right.

Yeah, I have his work address. It's Shoe
Heaven at the Vine.

Oh, come on, a mall?

Yeah, I called earlier, and he's working
right now.

Oh, great, so we get tripwires, these
guys get to go shoe shopping?

Hey, let me know what size Jordans you
want, bro. Yeah, you're not funny.

Twelve.

They have it.

Okay. Very good.

Come to me, Danilo.

They wanted to see me.

I've chosen a better place to attack
Astapov. I want to send him a message.

Something like, if you threaten me,
you'll find out what a real

threat looks like. We'll attack this
parking lot, Kalepakarni. When? At the

nearest station.

I understand.

Come to Radoslav.

Hey, man.

Not a lot of getting in at work at the
mall.

Here it is.

What size are these?

That's for a size six, ma 'am. Well,
these are too small for a size six.

You put them in the wrong box.

They are what they are, ma 'am. Well,
could you just go get me a real size

please? Can I help you? Special Agent
Keontae Bell with the FBI.

Someplace we can talk?

Sure, yeah.

Of course.

Just give me a second here.

Run to the back and get this lady
another pocketbook.

Yes, I visited Sean Gallagher in jail,
but it's not what you think.

I was his AA sponsor.

He was struggling. He was trying to get
clean, but no CIA.

Catholic Irish alcoholic?

They get all the genetic cards dealt
against him.

Anyway, he called me when he was in a
fix, like he should have done, but...

embarrassing that I...

I fell off the wagon that day, and I
didn't see the call.

That's when Sean got aiding and
abetting. He got put in a pokey for a

stretch. I felt guilty as hell, man.

I mean, I'm his life preserver, and I
let him drown.

That's why I went to visit him all the
time.

I tried to get him work when he got out,
helped him get a house in Highland

Park, but he fell in this really bad
cold kind of shit.

Like, end -of -day stuff, man.

I haven't seen him or heard from him in
months.

He's on the wagon or off the wagon.

I don't know. Do you have any idea where
he might be?

Yeah, he moved into a trailer park out
in Needles, California.

Where's Needles? High Desert.

Wonderful. You having a drive?

I do, actually. It's on my phone.

Yeah.

Do not call him.

Do not try and warn him of coming.

Or you're going to see us again.

No.

I'm shut of it all.

Okay. Don't let your guilt tell you
otherwise.

I won't.

Needles, California is appropriately
named. It's the meth capital of the

with a crime rate that makes Chicago
look like the Garden of Eden.

Ah, it's my people.

I counted at least 14 trailer parks, but
Gallagher's address puts him here at

Vista Luna. We think in the plot
abutting the Mojave, but the only way to

approach is through the rest of the
park.

Groovy. Okay.

Bell with Finau. Olivares with Meacham.
Move on him at sunrise.

Let's hope we catch him sleeping one
off. Bring him in for questioning. Yes,

sir.

They were building then.

All right.

Time to level with me.

Meeting?

Something's up.

What are you talking about?

You're squinting your left eye more than
your right. You use the stairs and it

takes you 20 minutes to climb down 12
flights.

Okay, I told you I left my phone on my
desk. Don't fucking bullshit me.

I know junkie behavior when I see it.
You're hiding shit. You're lying

to my face.

You're acting like a user.

Something you should know a little bit
about, huh?

Okay, so I guess we're going there.

I figure we're pretty much partners by
this point, so maybe it's time we put

our cards on the table.

It's been fine.

You want my cards, here are my cards.

You know where I'm from?

I'm from the suburbs of Chicago.

Grew up a little suburban chick.

Do you know what it takes for a woman to
go undercover in Matamoros or Tijuana

when she spent her formative years on a
lake 2 ,000 miles north?

Balls. That's right.

And that does something to your head.

I was doing eight -month UC work in
Brownsville in Matamoros.

One night, two narcos held a gun to my
head and said if I didn't needle up with

some black tar, I wasn't going to leave
the room.

So I did.

And over three, four weeks, I shot up
probably half a dozen times.

And they thought, well, there's no way
this bitch is a cop.

This one a yonkey.

Just a junkie.

When I came in from the cold, I got
clean.

And my sack covered for me. Kept me away
from the drug testers. These fucking

guys who have never been in the field.

Never had to choose between a needle or
a bullet.

It's funny to know I haven't dipped
then.

Not once.

But God damn if I don't think about it.

Not every day. And the stretchers are
getting longer and longer. But yeah, I

think about shooting up again. I do.

And sometimes I wonder if that feeling
will ever go away.

And that's it, Misha. And that's all I
got.

You're the first person I told that
story to.

Well, that sucks ass.

Yeah.

Agreed.

Your turn.

I've been dealing with migraines for the
first time in my life.

Migraine?

Yeah, you know, dark tunnel, pain,
nausea, the works.

I just gave you complete honesty.

So I'm gonna look you in the eye, and
I'm gonna ask you straight up. You're

on something.

I am not.

The adrenaline gene?

Oh, I got that for sure. But the other
one?

The drugs?

I don't have it.

Okay.

You talk to a doctor about it?

I am, yeah.

Keep asking him for some stronger meds.
This over -the -counter bullshit isn't

working.

He will do it unless I report it to the
brass and then they'll just put me on

desk duty.

So? Just gonna have to live with these
sons of bitches until the mission's

You're just eating the pain?

Yep.

I mean, look what happened to Drew.

This mission is just too important, so
I'm just gonna deal with it.

I guess we're both screwed up.

I guess we are.

Second year driving to the shop, came
across this 15 -year -old kid in

Chesterfield Square.

Head mass, cheekbones gone, face just
unrecognizable.

Stomped. Gang war?

Initiation.

His own gang?

Yeah.

After that, I transferred to gang unit.
Swore if I could bust up shit like that,

that's what I'd do.

100%. Well, either way, I'm glad you
accepted this task force, man.

What we're doing?

Those are important.

I agree.

You know there's never been a black
deputy director of the FBI?

Well, I'm gonna be the first.

More conspicuous than I'd prefer.

Let's just snatch and grab this
motherfucker and get the hell out of

Yeah.

Looks like no one's home.

Yeah, well, last time we knocked on his
door, he threw the Rambos with a board

full of nails.

Sean Gallagher!

This is Special Agent Keontae Bell with
the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

We're going to need you to step outside
now.

All right. Y 'all want to rock, paper,
scissors, see who takes that first step?

I'll do it.

No sense in all four of us getting our
nuts blown off.

Or, you know what I mean. Why you?

Don't discourage him. Hey, just smile
and say thank you.

Gallagher, you ambushed me. I swear to
God you'll regret it.

Looks like we might have messed up.

Stay

with

him! I'll hit the highway and try to cut
him off. Copy, on him.

No.

Oh,

shit.

Oh my God.

Oh

shit.

Roar!

Hold on!

That got a little salty.

You guys all right?

He's right.

You were out of your fucking mind.

Let's go, Sean.

You know, I ain't saying shit to you,
Fez.

You asked for a lawyer?

No, not yet.

Look, I know my rights.

One of them's to remain silent.

So, fuck you.

And fuck you, too.

Hmm.

Yeah, do you also know about felony
reckless evading? Because that's what it

looked like to me.

So he would go shoot me. Well, that's a
good point. That's assault on a federal

officer. That's also a felony. I'm a
sovereign citizen, so your felony, they

don't mean shit.

Turn this off.

You know, you're so far up your own ass,
you don't even hear what we're trying

to tell you. We're on your side.

I'm serious.

You think we like where this state is
headed?

No. It's a hellhole.

With this government, these politicians,
they don't give a flip about you and me

or what makes America actually function.

That's right. You know the southern
border is overrun with criminals and the

swamp isn't doing a damn thing to stop
it. The people in sanctuary cities

never been within a hundred miles of
Mexico, they can't be bothered to get us

the funds that we need.

This is what I've been saying.

Yeah. I don't trust me. There are a lot
more of us in law enforcement than there

are of them.

We're taking matters into our own hands.

Good.

That's what this is about.

See, we would have told you all that,
but then you took off running like a

maniac. We had to bring you in, man,
because you ran.

I saw a bunch of feds busting down on
me. I thought it was T .I. Walkie.

T .I. what?

The end of the world, so we know it.

Yeah, yeah, no.

But see, because we had some actual feds
with us, we had to sell that around.

You're going to be out of here as soon
as those assholes turn their heads.

So, how can we help you?

We know you got something planned.

What, Timor?

Huh?

Timor Novikov.

Who you grew up with?

The carjacking? I don't know. Yeah,

you do. The Belarusian.

Okay, look.

Keep it inside.

That's fine. That's cool with me, but
I'm just trying to tell you we can be

inside help. I can be your get -out -of
-jail -free card. Nobody wants to give

it to these big cities like I do.

I'm down for that.

Straight up, I don't know no Belarusian.
Well, they know you.

Volchek and Timur Novikov. Mikhail
Durko.

Know me.

Oh, yeah.

But here's the deal, we can't help you
if you don't get us with that inside

circle, you know what I mean?

What are you guys talking about?

Circles.

Belarusians, eh?

I want to kick some feds in the throat
just as much as you do, but I ain't got

clue what you're saying.

I don't know, boss.

I don't think he's lying.

He's not smart enough to pull that off.

Let me take a run at him.

Yeah, I've had it.

Oh, I see. It's like car salesman goes
in the back to get the manager, and the

manager comes. Shut up.

You thought you had friends?

You have no friends.

All you have staring you in the face is
a long life in a very dark place.

Felon in possession of a weapon.

Attempted murder of a federal officer.

Probation violation, and the list goes
on.

You're looking at at least 10 years
behind bars unless you tell me what they

want. I'm telling you, I don't know,
man.

Bullshit!

That's your name.

So? You're a part of their plan.

And if you don't tell me what it is, I'm
going to bury you in the desert you

just tried to run across.

What? You tried to kill four federal
agents. Don't make it worse on yourself.

don't know what you're talking about.
Tell me!

I don't know.

Darko Vulture!

I don't know them!

Are there two Gallaghers? Did we get the
wrong one? If it's not him, we don't

have any other connections.

Is he a patsy? He's working for them and
doesn't know it?

Are you sure you got the right name?

What?

In the dance hall, are you sure that
Gallagher was the name that you saw?

Yeah, I know what I saw. I mean, you
said yourself you didn't get a good

so it might not be.

We can't be working off a guess.

That. That's the name I saw, all right?
Fucking Gallagher.

Gallagher. Right there.

Everybody, calm down.

Look, all I know is what I saw in the
interview room, and we don't have the

right Gallagher.

Which means there's another Gallagher
connection out there.

We just haven't found it yet.

But we will, because we dig.

And we dig, and we dig, and if we don't
strike gold, we keep digging. That's

what we do. We stay on.

Okay?

Okay? Okay.

All right, let's keep digging.

We were risking our necks out there.

Drew's dead.

And here we are, just chasing our
fucking tails.

About one inch closer to Volchek, and I
just... I don't know, man.

Okay, how did you... How did I, a DEA
agent, acquire prescription medication?

Get your head better.

You thought in the desert you were
acting like you had a death wish.

And I need you.

Sir?

I still think the name Gallagher is our
best clue.

Yes, sir.

We need to expand our search. Are we
limiting ourselves to California? Could

Volchek be planning to hit somewhere
else?

I do think transport of radioactive
material would be limited.

I mean, moving it interstate would be
high risk.

A Gallagher in the name of a city, a
building, a town hall, a public center.

Yeah, on it.

Special Agent Bell.

Come up with your own leads before
criticizing the work of others on this

Are we clear?

Yes sir.

The best way to focus on the horse is to
hit it

during its soundless life.

The routine has a regular rhythm.

But in this regular rhythm, there is
also death.

I watched the horse like that. He did
everything as usual.

Law.

Routine.

Only he got away from one ordinary task.

I was curious where the report of where
I was.

He found me at the parking lot after the
meeting.

And this is not included in my schedule.

One of the ways he could find out where
I was that day, was

if someone in that room threatened me.

So, I told everyone where I was and
where I wanted to go. Then

I told them that we were going to the
park.

Then I showed them the end.

I showed it to you at the restaurant.

And I showed it to you at the bakery.

The only place where he got away from
your mischief.

The only place where he decided not to
go.

That's nothing. Don't prove it.

Your phone.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no,

no, no, no, no,

no, no,

no,

no, no, no, no,

no, no, no,

no.

Find, Danilo, a place where no one can
find him.

Maybe the parcel is missing.

Watch out,

you beasts!

Until...

the new medication I gave you. Nothing
like that. It's fine. I'll be fine. The

name Gallagher has been a bust. We need
to stop chasing our tails and find a new

direction. That was a stolen Border
Patrol vehicle.

Got dumped after the court shootout.
Yeah. It's in the way back.

It wasn't a Border Patrol vehicle,
though. I know you have ambition like

father. The Bureau could use good
agents, and I've seen you have a very

future.

Winner.