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Owen: It's gonna be
a black-ops team, off book.

You'll get your assignments
from me.

You'll report
only to me.

Owen:
Meet the newest additions
to the team --

Jagdeep Patel
and Celine Fox.

Owen:
Special Agent Mike Cubing,

say hello to
Special Agent Ryan Booth.

You're about
to be best friends.

Your family there,
what was it

Alex: Andrea.

I miss them.

Best friends forever.

Peaceful lives
are for other people.

Alex.

Don't ever do that again.

♪♪

How's your house guest?

Six Marshals
on round-the-clock detail,

no cellphones,
every hotel guest vetted.

It's all good.

Just don't get cocky.

We tried this before,
remember?

Culebra
is very resourceful.

Culebra is going down.

Believe me, this witness will
make it to the stand.

You see? He's got it tattooed
right there on his neck --

Suerte.

"Lucky."

Oh, my God!

♪♪

Shelby:
Two months of Blue Apron,

and suddenly
he's Anthony Bourdain.

Can't say I'd ever seen
that side of him.

So, Saturday, maybe we can
finally show you our apartment.

Um...yeah,
that should be okay.

Um, let me check.

Or we could meet at yours.
You all settled in?

I'm getting there.

Do you miss Italy?

Shelby.

What? We're not allowed
to talk about that?

It's fine.

I miss it.

I miss them.

But I know
they're safer without me.

We need to catch up --
on everything,

starting with the magician
who cut your hair.

You like?

Mnh.

This coffee is criminal.

I'm gonna do a latte run.
You guys want anything?

No. I'm good.
Thanks.
I'm good.

Thanks.

Alex.
Yeah?

Look, about
what happened,

when I, you know,
tried to --

Kiss me -- yeah.

It was a mistake.
Okay?

And if --
if Shelby finds out...

I won't lie to her, Ryan.
Don't ask me to do that.

It was nothing.
It was stupid, okay?

I just -- It was an accident.
That's all.

Yeah, but don't make me
a part of hurting her.

It'll hurt her
if she finds out.

It'll never happen again.

♪♪

[ Elevator bell dings,
indistinct conversations ]

Lee: In 24 hours,

Arturo "Culebra" Solis
is going on trial --

biggest cartel kingpin
we've ever had in custody.

Two hours ago,
our star witness was murdered.

If we don't proceed
with the trial, Culebra walks.

Our only option
is a replacement witness.

Owen, you remember Charlie Hill
from your CIA days?

Oh, yeah, of course.

Spent two years deep under
in Culebra's cartel,

saw el jefe's work
firsthand.

On paper,
he's a perfect witness.

On paper, but I heard
he had a hard time readjusting

after he returned
from that op.

That's an understatement.

Guy came back
a raging alcoholic.

Agency had to kick him
to the curb.

Well, right now
he's all we've got.

So, what do you
want from me?

The director tells us
you're running an elite team.

We already have
an elite team.

Yes.
Your elite team failed.

The man jumped! We could never
have seen that coming.

Culebra got to him somehow,
threatened his family.

You don't know that.

The problem isn't that
I don't know that, Akers.

The problem is,
you don't know.

U.S. Marshals have been
handling witness protection

for 50 years.

Now you're gonna sideline me
for some untested FBI unit?

They're tested.

By who?
By me.

Enough.

I've been authorized
by both of your superiors

to put you together
on this.

You'll retrieve him
from his home

and protect him
until the trial.

Who runs point?

You had your chance.

Owen runs the op.

Ryan:
So, we're supposed to do

what the full weight of
the U.S. Marshals couldn't.

Mm-hmm. Buckle up.

Cartel members
are online?

You must have skipped
that class.

I was pulled out of Quantico
halfway through my education

by you people,
so educate me.

Okay, well,
the Mendozas alone

have up to 6,000 members
trolling the Internet.

For what?

Porn.

Potential kidnapping targets,
grey military intel,

police
and politician bios,

and...porn.

I got it.
Let me see what I can find.

♪♪

How'd Shelby take it?

Ah.

You haven't told her
about you and Alex.

There is no me and Alex.

And yet
there you were,

hunched over like
a puckered-up Nosferatu.

"Ehrr."

I'm not judging you,
Ryan.

I'm just saying,
these kinds of things

have a way
of infecting a unit.

♪♪

♪♪

McQuigg:
So, this guy Charlie

saw every exotic port
in the world as a spook

and chose to settle
in rural New Jersey?

Doesn't say much
for his mental health.

Owen: Back in the day,
he was brilliant.

Charlie once built a gun
out of spare motorcycle parts

to shoot his way
out of a jam.

What? Sounds like
an urban legend to me.

Legend or not,
he spent more time

under the Culebra cartel
than any agent on record,

so let's show him
some respect.

Owen Hall.

Long time.

Let me guess --
bullet in the witness's head,

message carved
in his chest?

Forced to jump
out of a 20-story building.

Subtle as ever.

Come on.

Pack your bag,
Charlie.

You're going on the stand
tomorrow.

I'll see a casket before Culebra
sees a prison cell. I'll pass.

Charlie --

The answer's "No,"
Hall.

Now, you keep asking me,
I'm gonna put you on your ass.

So, you're
a horologist, huh?

A horologist?

It means "clockmaker,"

not the study
of your mother, numbskull.

Ohh, burn!

I guess a man
needs a hobby

after Uncle Sam
strips him of the job

that he bled
and nearly died for, right?

You think you're gonna work me,
Mata Hari?

We'll protect you.

We're taking you
to Fort Hamilton.

Alright.
Let's talk straight.

You spent two years under
with Culebra,

and you couldn't
bring him down.

You sure you want
to see him walk?

♪♪

Already had
your bag packed.

Rule number one --
always be ready

to bolt out that door
and never look back.

You'll be coming back,
Charlie.

What's that?

EpiPen.

If I'm gonna take this trip,
I'd rather not die on the way.

Any allergies
we should be aware of?

Cats, shellfish,

Ukrainian women.

Let's go.

♪♪

This route
is supposed to be clear.

God's sake, Owen. Is this
how you protect an asset?

We keep sitting,
I'm gonna start quacking.

Hang tight, Charlie.

What I'm saying is,
I need a gun.

No, you don't.

None of you has spent a minute
with a cartel, have you?

I was two years
with a bunch of neo-Nazis.

Pansies
compared to these animals.

They'll hang a man
by his entrails

and make his kid watch.

Culebra killed
his own sister

because he didn't like
her boyfriend.

Owen.

♪♪

They found us.

♪♪

Two more behind us.

Get down! Get down!

Get Charlie
off the "X."

Got it.

Come on, Charlie.

♪♪

Better get on it.

Hang on.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Akers:
You didn't even have custody
of our witness for an hour

before the bullets
started flying.

He's unharmed.

What kind of J.V. operation
are you running, Hall?

The kind that's been
compromised by a mole.

There's no other way the cartel
would know we had Charlie

or what route
we were taking.

Get him
to Fort Hamilton.

That's the only place
he'll be safe.

If the cartel has people
inside the FBI,

they know our plan.

They'll have people
inside the base, too.

You know
those bastards do.

We need to scrap our plan,
go off books.

We need to go
to Hellegat-1.

What is that?

CIA safehouse near
the old Maspeth train yards.

It hasn't been used
in years.

Charming decor, stocked bar,
off the radar.

What's not to like?

Deep:
The mole's got to be one of
these Marshals from the hotel.

How does that protection
get breached

unless one of them
is dirty?

At least one.

I wrote
a 50-page dissertation

on cartel infiltration
of law enforcement.

It's insane.

Academic knowledge
is one thing,

but unless you've actually
had bullets fired at you --

Okay, how much longer

are you gonna play
the "I got shot at" card?

Honestly? I might print out
some sort of certificate

to replace my PhD.

Hey, look at this.

One of the officers
blew an arrest

of a cartel associate
last year.

Failed to Mirandize
a suspect.

It's a rookie mistake.

Yeah, but he's not a rookie.
He's a 20-year vet.

That wasn't a mistake.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Larry: I'm telling you,
you got the wrong guy.

I'm not bent.

Deep: You blew the arrest
with the cartel.

How'd they get you
to do that Drugs?

No. Uh...

It was
an honest mistake.

I-I-I had a lot
on my mind,

and I forgot
to read him his rights.

You forgot?

You're ashamed, so...

why don't you
just come clean?

You made a deal
with the devil,

but, uh, now is the chance
to save yourself.

I don't speak
sign language, lady.

Can you read that?

What is she doing?

Do it, Jocelyn.
Nobody's gonna hear.

Nobody even cares.

He's just a rat
who sold out his own badge.

Jocelyn! Celine,
you guys, come on.

We're not really gonna shoot
a guy in the basement --

Oh, sure she will!
Do it, Jocelyn!

What would you have done?!

Alright?
What would you have done!?

He said
he'd kill my family!

Who?

The guy I arrested was just
a cartel grunt -- a bagman.

And then I got a phone call
from a guy named Dolfo Raza.

He knew everything
about me.

He knew who I flirted with
at the office,

where my kids
went to school.

He said if I didn't
get the case tossed,

he'd make it hurt.

I had no choice.

Celine:
And so Dolfo called on you

to take care
of his witness problem?

No. I never heard
from him again. I swear.

Deep: You think
he got to someone else?

Turned a mole
in the investigation?

I think he gets to
whoever he wants to get to.

♪♪

♪♪

Whew.

The safehouse
that time forgot.

We used to use this place
all the time --

back when Brooklyn
still had balls.

McQuigg:
Don't even get me started

on beard wax
and artisanal pickles.

Alex: Good sightlines,
multiple exits.

I can see why
you liked it, Charlie.

Yeah.

And like
every good safehouse...

she keeps her secrets
close.

I have strict orders,
Charlie.

Come on, Nurse Ratched.

First no gun,
now no booze?

Whoa! Slow your roll,
Parrish.

This is an 18-year-old Speyside.
A wee nip can't hurt.

We're on watch.
No drinking.

Try and stop me.

Where do you keep
the glasses, Chuckie?

I'm not gonna
say it again, McQuigg.

Whatever you say,
Parrish.

Let's get our eyes up.

You a little...tense?

No. Not at all.
Why?

I feel like there's
something weird between us.

This morning, when you, me,
and Ryan were talking --

Well, it won't be
weird forever.

So it was weird?

Yes.

Look, you want to take
the first shift on lookout,

or should I?

You go ahead. I'll see
if I can dig up some coffee.

♪♪

Hey.

Yeah, well...

Mm.

♪♪

Bit of dark history?

Sorry?

The name of this place.

When the Dutch first landed here
back in the 17th century,

they sailed up what now is known
as the East River.

There,
they encountered terrors

beyond anything
that they'd ever imagined.

So they gave
the river a name.

They called it Hellegat.

"Hell's Gate."

You're hiding something
from her.

Excuse me?
Blondie.

I see it every time
you look at her.

You're keeping something
from her.

We all have our secrets.

We got a camera
on the fritz.

Here they come.

I can go check it out.

♪♪

Lost another camera.

All the cameras are gone.

Charlie, get down.

What's the best exit,
Chuckie?

The back room.
Why?

There's a trapdoor.
If we get there, we can get out.

Let's go.

Let's go! Let's go!
Come on!

♪♪

Hope this
still works.

♪♪

♪♪

Clear.

Come on, Charlie.

What was that for?

Go. We only have
10 seconds.

Get out! Out!

♪♪

Hellegat just earned
its name.

Alright, come on.
Let's go.

I wish I could have
seen the looks

on those dirtbags' faces
when they still had faces.

We lit them up.

Easy, Charlie boy.

Damn.

This is depressing,
even for a safehouse.

I live here.

It'll be great
once you're settled in.

Yeah, well,
I wasn't planning

on using my home
as a safehouse,

but all the others are blown,
and no one knows this place yet.

They deserved what they got --
every last one of them.

Pretty happy to be part
of the action again, huh?

It beats beer and bingo
at the Elks Club.

Alex: Hey, Charlie,
do you know a cartel operative

named Dolfo Raza?

Why?

Well, because
we have reason to believe

that he's the one
being tipped off by the mole

and leading the hunt
for your head.

Yeah, I knew Dolfo.

Remember I told you that
Culebra killed his own sister?

Yeah.

Dolfo is the one who put
the tire around her neck,

doused it in diesel,

then smiled
as Culebra lit the match.

And then he listened
to her scream.

That is
who we're up against.

Shame he couldn't join us
at Hell's Gate.

♪♪

Owen: Our team's been lucky
to survive two attacks.

We're not waiting
for a third.

We're going on offense.

If we can capture
Dolfo Raza,

we can also
expose the mole.

Yeah, but hang on --
how do we know this U.S. Marshal

chained up in our basement
isn't the mole?

So, the best way to stop
the leaks and keep Charlie safe

is bringing in Dolfo.

What do we know
about Dolfo?

DEA's file says he's believed
to live in Manhattan.

He runs the whole Northeast
for Culebra.

Oh, and he's gay.

With an appetite.

I did a deep-dive image search
on Dolfo Raza.

I found his profile
on this site.

CruiseNYC?

Yep. It's a gay
hook-up site, Owen.

Do we really think
Dolfo's cruising?

Under the name
"Tigre Blanco"?

Come on.
That can't really be him.

Deep: It is.

I did
a facial point comparison

between that profile pic
and a known image of Dolfo --

96% match.

I'm not dismissing
any possible leads.

Deep, Celine, see if you can
use that website

to pinpoint
any location on Dolfo.

Let's get it.

♪♪

Whatcha doing?

Fixing it.

This clock is one of
the few things you unpacked,

so it must be
important.

You don't have to
do that.

People are like clocks.

It's why we describe
their personality

in terms
of what makes them tick.

And, Alex, you and I --

we have similar gears.

Is that so?

Yeah, they continue
to turn and grind

until you make
things right.

A good clock
doesn't need winding.

You're hiding something
from your friend Shelby,

and you want
to make it right.

♪♪

Why don't we
talk about you

Why weren't you a part
of the witness list

from the beginning?

Why were you
the last resort?

This clock stopped
a long time ago.

Booze'll do a number
on your gears.

♪♪

So...

this very important,
very terrible Italian clock --

where did you get it?

I...don't even
remember now.

Your gears
are showing again.

I lived with someone.

He and his daughter.

And I care about them
very much.

Where are they?

Where they're
supposed to be.

And you took the clock
when you left.

You know, your friends must love
this constant profiling.

I took the clock
when I went back.

You went back. Why?

I don't know.

Maybe I wanted a proper goodbye
or something.

But you didn't get to
say goodbye, did you?

Are they safe?

Now they are.

And the clock
was the only thing you took.

I always loved
that clock.

That's not why
you took it.

Why else would I take it,
Charlie?

Because when
he sees it missing,

he'll know
you were there.

I know something about putting
the people you love in danger.

Charlie?

Shelby! McQuigg!

What's happening?

Shelby:
His allergies.

Charlie, are you
allergic to nuts?

Okay. I got it.
I got it. I got it.

You okay?

I'll get Owen
to send a doctor.

No, no, it's --
it's okay.

I'm fine.

Despite your best efforts
to stop my ticker.

♪♪

I don't understand.

What the hell
have you two been doing?

Maybe we should have
looped you guys in.

Owen: You think?

Before forging
shirtless pictures of us

and posting them
on a hook

Yeah, maybe.

I mean, guys, come on. You know
my pecs are better than that.

But, guys, listen --

My alias
is "Lance Castle."

Oh, you did not call me
"Gunther LaLane."

"Brock Huntsman."

What 1970s porno
are you living in?

I'm an otter
turned leather daddy?

What does that
even mean?

It's -- It's actually
an interesting holdover

from the formerly covert world
of homosexual --

Okay, Deep, shut up.
You guys, listen. It worked.

We reached out to Dolfo Raza
through these profiles,

we flirted with him
a little bit,

and he took the bait.

He wants to meet
one of you tonight.

Which one?

These pants feel like
a cavity search.

Stop!
What

That's a great story.

You know, we do have
other available enhancements.

I think I'm good.

You sure?
Yeah.

So, your date is ready.
Mm.

He wants to meet you
at a club in the West Village.

How do we know
that this isn't a trap?

Well, we don't,
but amongst the cartels,

being gay is something
that you keep secret,

so odds are
Dolfo's gonna be there alone.

It's our best chance
to isolate him and capture him.

Now go break some hearts.

I'm inside.

The club.

Harry:
Any sign of Dolfo?

Uh...not yet.

Okay, well, watch your 6:00
in case he did bring friends.

Hey, there.

Haven't seen you
before.

Yeah, uh...

No.

Oh, Ryan,
don't be a bitch.

Be a queen.

If you don't want
to blow your cover,

you've got to commit.

Hey.

Can I buy you a drink?

Two of these.

Thank you, sir.

Cheers.

I like
that necklace, man.
Thank you, brother.

Nice.

What are you supposed to
make right with me, Alex?

Come on.
I was just humoring the old guy.

Alex. Tell me.

Come on.

So, I know
I blew into town

like a storm
no one wanted, but --

A storm?

You were at least
a Category 3.

But I was glad
to have my friend back.

That's what
I'm wondering --

do I have
my friend back?

I know things are so different
right now, Shelby,

especially
between the three of us.

But...you and I?

That's never
gonna change.

♪♪

[ Electronic music plays,
indistinct conversations ]

Target's approaching.

Harry: Okay. Copy.

Lead him out, and
we'll apprehend at
the end of the alley.

The Marshals are covering
the front door.

Akers, your guys
in position?

Akers: All set.

Give them space.
Priority is taking Dolfo alive.

Aw. You scared him off.

Who's got time
for little boys?

What,
you mad I'm late?

I hope you're mad.

You wanna get out of here
so I can show you how mad?

Ooh. Bravo!

Wait. Wait.

I don't like to wait.

Look, my apartment's
a block away. Let's go there.

You must be confused.

I tell you what to do.

I said wait.

Ryan?
What's happening?

Who are you?

What do you mean?

Ryan?

You're a pig.

And I'm gonna gut you
like a pig!

♪♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Back up. Back up. Back up.

Drop the knife, Dolfo.
Show me your hands.

iQue perra!

What did you do
to him, Dolfo?

Ryan, do you copy?

Ryan: I'm alright.
Do you have him?

We are the answer
to your problems,
your ticket out --

a new life
anywhere you want it to be.

In what --
witness protection?

We got people everywhere.

Just tell us
who's tipping you off.

With Culebra behind bars,
you'll be safe.

Just put the knife down!

Aah!

Where did that shot
come from?

Ryan, get out of there!

[ Harry exhales
heavily ]

♪♪

Akers: You know,
I said from the start

your team
couldn't protect anyone.

Well, my agent's gonna be fine.
Thanks for asking.

The blade in his gut didn't
puncture any vital organs.

Enough!

Who do we think
shot Dolfo Raza?

Who else?
The damn cartel.

They'd rather shoot him
than have him talk.

If it was the cartel, why didn't
they shoot me

Please.

The sniper
has to be the mole --

taking out Dolfo
to cover his own tracks.

Either way, we've still got
a mole out there

and a whole cartel
who wants Charlie Hill dead.

This trial starts
in two hours.

We'll get him
across the finish line.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Hey.
You heard from Ryan?

Could be the painkillers
talking, but he says he's fine.

So, who's coming with me
for the homestretch?

That would be me.

It won't be the first time
I courted a married broad.

Blondie, let's move.

Well, it's been
a hell of a ride.

Keep making things right,
Alex.

I'll try.

And do me a favor.

Promise me you'll keep that
clock wound every two days.

I will.

Hey. Good luck.

♪♪

[ Vehicle door closes,
engine starts ]

♪♪

Nervous, Charlie?

Nah.

I'm ready.

Dude seriously
milked that goodbye.

I thought it was sweet.

And he really cares
about your damn clock.

Yeah.

I don't know why
he was so focused on that.

Charlie:
You and I have similar gears.

They continue to turn and grind
until you make things right.

Oh, my God.

Come on.

You spent two years under
with Culebra,

and you couldn't
bring him down.

You sure you want
to see him walk?

Already had
your bag packed.

♪♪

You gonna tell me
what's going on or...

♪♪

He left that for you.

Looks like it.

♪♪

Charlie and Culebra's sister
were lovers.

Culebra killed
his own sister

because he didn't like
her boyfriend.

That's what
this is all about.

Charlie wants revenge.

Akers.

With Culebra and Dolfo.

Akers is the mole.

He's been tipping our location
to the cartel.

He killed Dolfo
to silence him.

If Charlie knew about Akers
the whole time,

why didn't
he say anything?

Because
that wasn't his plan.

He knew that Akers would keep
sending the cartel back at us.

They found us.
What'd I tell you?

Get down! Get down!

We need to go
to Hellegat-1.

They deserved what they got --
every last one of them.

But he wanted
to watch them die.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

I'm outside.
Security's jamming

all the cell signals
inside the courthouse.

Then you got to
get inside, Owen.

Stop Charlie.
He's going to kill Culebra.

I'm on it.

Harry,
what do you have?

Uh, Joel Akers' résumé.

Before he was a Marshal --
get this --

he was an FBI sniper.

♪♪

McQuigg: Charlie's already
in the courthouse.

Is there anywhere
Akers could be posted

and still have
a shot at him?

There are
two adjacent buildings

that could provide
the required shooting angle.

I just sent you
the addresses.

An apartment complex
and an office tower.

Two places, two of us.

Flip you for it.

Lee: Mr. Hill, please
recount the circumstances

under which your investigation
of Mr. Solis began.

Mr. Hill?

Your Honor, if the witness
is incapable or mentally unfit

to answer questions,
then I move to dismiss.

Folks.

We are in the presence of evil.

If you don't know that by now,
no testimony will convince you.

Because there really is no way
to truly know evil.

Is there, Arturo?

You can only feel it
in the room.

Objection.

Mr. Hill.

♪♪

Your sister was
the love of my life, Arturo.

But you knew that.

Puta.

They didn't give me
a choice.

I somehow managed
to keep my cover,

to keep the mask
fixed on my face.

Cartel said I take out Charlie
or they take me out.

That's how this ends.

You okay?

You thought
you were beyond justice.

But you were never
beyond justice.

Charlie!

♪♪

♪♪

FBI. FBI!

♪♪

Seems like
a nice neighborhood.

Good schools?

You're free to go,
Larry.

Thanks for your help.

"Thanks"?

You unlawfully imprisoned me
for 22 hours.

And you confessed to sabotaging
the arrest of a drug trafficker.

But we can forget,
if you can.

Do you ever struggle

with how to explain this job
to your parents?

I'll take care of you
at home.

We may even be talking
sponge bath.

Shelby...

What?
What's wrong?

You're too good to me.

I know you'd do
the same for me.

We're in this together,
babe.

Sometimes, you bring evil
to justice.

Sometimes, you got to
bring justice to evil.

You understand.

I don't.

'Cause you and I --
we are not the same.

Maybe not.

But tell me this.

When you figured out what I was
gonna do in that courtroom,

did you pick up the phone
right away?

Or did you
hesitate a beat

to let things play out
so I could make things right?

I'm an FBI agent,
Charlie.

And that's the only thing
that makes me tick.

We both know
that's not true.

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You take care
of yourself.

You too.

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