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Good evening.

Is there a problem?

No problem, but this road's closed. Unless you're local, and I don't

you, so... Well, I'm looking for someone.

You might want to come back tomorrow morning.

We're under curfew.

And who instituted this curfew?

We did.

Now turn it around.

I don't want any trouble.

I just... Whoa!

I have a photo.

I'm looking for this boy.

I think he's in this town.

Now I'm going to reach my right hand out to grab the photo.

Hey, Don, have you seen this kid?

Hey, what are you doing? You can't do this.

I warned you.

Move it.

You can't do this. I'm a judge.

I'm a federal judge.

That doesn't mean anything tonight.

She was never part of it.

Isabel!

Isabel!

Jubal.

Jubal. Yes, sorry.

Thanks for meeting me.

Of course, Assistant Director Opak.

How you doing?

Well, you know, given the circumstances.

I don't know.

What happened to Isabel?

To 26th Fed, it is unthinkable.

And now it is up to us in D .C. to shore up the holes in this office. Of course.

And we are laser -focused here and helping in any way we can.

There's going to be a process.

Your role as acting SAC is temporary until we can find a permanent

for Isabel.

Permanent? Sir, it's only been three days.

And yet?

We have work to do.

Forefront tried to destabilize this office.

Now is your chance to show them that they failed.

And to do right by FAC Castillo.

The wheel is yours.

Missed this turn?

Tractor driving.

No problem.

Plates are a match.

Federal judge, Joseph McMahon III.

And he didn't show up to court this morning. Yeah, that would have been

difficult. Did he ping his phone?

Yeah. It was last pinged 24 hours ago at his home.

This isn't good.

Judges are in the crosshairs more and more these days.

Since when did being in civil service put a target on her back?

Empty. What do we think?

It could be a carjacking.

Or someone somewhere hurt him.

Or worse, dumped the car here to get rid of evidence.

There's no body.

Or the judge.

Okay, folks.

Now, believe me, I wish Isabel were here, but she is not. I will be filling

as acting SAC for the time being.

So what do we know about our missing judge?

Right. Judge Joseph McMahon III has been missing since early this morning. He's

been on the bench of the Eastern District for 22 years. The fearless

to tackle controversial cases.

Including the case currently in front of him. The Buffalo Trinitario gang, an

organized Dominican outfit on trial for racketeering and narcotic sales. Okay,

so BTG has a motive.

And means last week Judge McMahon received an unsolicited pizza delivery.

Oh, come on. Not that again.

Yeah. pizza doxing, online intimidation, and harassment. Yeah, yeah. Wait for

bad guys to show judges they know exactly where they live. Well, this was

spooky. The name on the pizza order that arrived at McMahon's home was Paul

Salibi, the husband of a different judge who ruled against BTG in a case in

Newark. One week after she ruled, Mr. Salibi was shot dead in his driveway,

invoking the name of a judge's husband their friends killed.

I'm not laughing. We've got to beat on some low -level BTG, guys.

Yeah, send a team. Let's take some trees.

So did you think I wouldn't notice you're dodging Nina's text messages?

Listen, I'm going to come over, all right?

I want to meet the kid. Yeah, you want to try that one again, maybe like you

mean it? All right, all right. How about this?

I want to see how the other half lives. There we go. Come on, that's a

partnership, right?

Uh -huh.

BTG, 12 o 'clock.

Yeah, that's them. Go!

They're going.

Put your hands behind your back.

Now.

Give me your hand.

We know you sent the pizza to Judge McMahon's house to scare him.

All right? And now he's missing.

It's not a coincidence.

Listen, bro, we sent the pizza, but we ain't put our hands on the judge.

Matter of fact, he put his hands on us first.

Dude was on one.

Wait, what? When did this happen?

Yesterday. Talking nonsense how we grabbed this kid. But we ain't touched

kid. We're not stupid.

Hold up.

His kid's missing?

That's what he said.

His son.

Bro, the dude put hands on us. That's a mistrial, 100%. And I got it on video.

In my phone.

Where is he? What?

Where is he? Back up. What did you do with my boy? Where your boy at? That's

your son, bro. You recording me? Back up. This goes on for about a minute

the judge realized he was being recorded.

They deny grabbing his son. The judge goes back to his car and takes off.

Cam flew with him after a few blocks.

These guys might have just stumbled ass -backwards into a mistrial with the

threats and all.

Yeah. Kind of feels like the bad guys keep winning. All right, so our case

grew an extra set of legs, right?

Before our judge disappeared, he was in a desperate search for his missing son,

Eli, and given the fact that somebody dumped the judge's car, it's likely he

found the answers he was looking for. So maybe somebody had a bone to pick with

his son. What do we know about Eli?

Well, he's an honor roll student at NYU, majoring in poli -sci, active in Model

UN, spends his weeknights clerking at the law school. Hmm, so not a lot of

to get into trouble.

Eli's RA just got back to me. He hasn't swiped into the dorm in two days.

Okay, so our assailant has a 48 -hour head start, and we need to close the

Well, it turns out Eli wasn't always so clean. Junior year of high school, him

and his friends stole a car, wrecked it, cops found drugs on them, all expunged

now. Well, perks of being a judge's son.

Maybe this tiger didn't change his stripes. Could Eli have fallen back into

old ways? Well, it explains why the judge didn't file a police report when

kid went missing and left his phone at home when he went looking for him. His

search was way off book.

Uh, Jubal, son's car is on the move right now. Just pulled to a gas station

Queens. Okay, is that him? Can he get face red? No, driver's hoodie is in the

way and, yeah, hey, looks like they are already leaving.

Let's get a team down there before we lose him.

The car's GPS is pinging around here.

Got him, three o 'clock.

Put it down!

Don't even think about it!

He's destroying evidence, Maggie. We gotta put it out.

He's dead.

Away.

I found the judge.

Hey, is she awake? I wish I had better news.

So, Isabel's doctor ran some follow -up scans this morning and they found a

brain bleed.

They think that's the reason she's not waking up.

Okay, so what's next?

What's next is they're prepping her for an emergency craniotomy.

Right now, as we speak, that's an eight -hour procedure. And her doc...

Her

doctor says the chances of her making... Well,

good thing Isabel has a long -standing tradition of defying the odds, right?

Right. Right.

How are you doing, Philip?

Great.

Not great, just, you know.

Before all this happened, Isabella was practically begging me to ask her to

retire.

And now... Look, I've known Isabella a long time, and I can confidently say

never seen her let someone else make up her mind for her.

When she does pull through, you need to be standing there smiling like you knew

she would, okay?

Yeah.

All right, stay strong, buddy.

Call me when she's out.

Yep. Yep.

Three buildings.

Is there an update?

Hm? Any word on Isabelle?

Uh, just waiting for some good news.

Were you able to identify the man who shot up Maggie in a way? Uh.

Tom Clifford, 38, lived on Port Turner Island in Nassau County. According to

York State records, he was unmarried, owned an auto supply store, no priors.

was solid.

Okay, aside from, you know, driving a car registered to a missing person with

dead judge in his trunk. Oh, and, you know, shooting at us. Actually, I'm not

buying this upstanding citizen narrative.

What are we missing?

Well, there is no intersection between Clifford and Judge McMahon or his son

Eli. Not on paper, anyway. Okay, maybe we're not looking hard enough.

Let's pound the pavement, get a team to Port Turner to dig into Tom Clifford's

life.

Never been here before. You?

I have not.

Looks cute, though.

What's going on here?

Did Jacques say anything about a municipal road closure? Negative.

This isn't a county roadblock.

Are you guys going to have to turn it around?

I'm not joking. Turn it around now.

I don't think so.

I'm Special Agent Bell. This is Special Agent Zidane. We're with the FBI.

We're here on official business, so you are going to let us through.

Sir, I need you to step away from the vehicle.

You better tell your boy to back up.

We've got a couple of feds here, boss, talking about coming into town, over.

Then what the heck are you waiting for?

God's sakes, let them pass.

All right, open it up.

What the hell

is going on here?

Whatever it is.

It isn't good.

Hey, Jubal, we were just stopped at an armed checkpoint in Port Turner.

What agency is operating the barricade?

No agency. No civilian.

Right.

Okay, we'll check it out. All right, people, so you know our suspected

Tom Clifford, well, apparently his hometown is under some kind of

lockdown, so let's look into that, shall we?

All right, what can you tell me about this island?

Looking at census data, population is 5 ,000 and declining.

Median income, just over 44 ,000, but only one bridge on and off the place.

Hospital closed three years ago. Lack of funding. Police station followed a year

later. Then the local paper folded.

So a community in decline, blocking some critical services.

It looks like the residents formed a neighborhood watch, but like... Very

on steroids.

Okay, well, if by chance the people on this island are in some way responsible

for today's violence, Maggie and O .A. need backup, so get Danny and Skola out

there and alert SWAT to stay ready.

Count 12 long guns so far.

What's the overwatch?

The way they're holding their guns doesn't look like these guys were

properly.

What's more dangerous, the train militia or the untrained wounds?

Hey, it's okay.

FBI's here to help.

You guys can relax.

About time the big boys showed up.

And girls.

Caleb Gresham.

I'm the mayor of Port Turner.

Special Agent Maggie Bell, this is Special Agent Zidane.

What are we helping you with exactly?

Well, the robberies.

I'm assuming that's why you're here.

No, it's not.

What's the situation?

PD's been ignoring us for the better part of a year.

Guess they can't be bothered on the mainland.

First the pharmacy got hit, then the gas station.

Outsiders coming from the city.

We're all mom -and -pop businesses out here.

I guess they figured jackpot. Any witnesses?

Security camera?

Afraid not.

They always come in the middle of the night.

These are good people.

They're my friends, and they're scared.

That's why you set up a checkpoint on the bridge?

Hardware store got looted two nights ago.

Bastards torched it on the way out.

The last straw.

You kept calling P .D.

They did squat.

What would you do?

Well, I assure you, we'll get to the bottom of the robbery.

First, we're looking for this missing person.

You seen him?

Eli McMahon.

I haven't seen him. Okay. Well, we have a warrant to check out Tom Clifford's

house. Tom?

Uh, what do you do?

That is FBI business.

Um, does he have a roommate, anyone we should worry about in there?

Nah, just him.

That's his place there on the shore with the wraparound porch. Mm -hmm.

Anybody home?

FBI.

You got it?

I'm sorry. Are you in a rush?

Feeling a little exposed here.

Got it.

Clear. Upstairs, it's clear.

He is not a neat freak, but at least he composts. Oh, that's nice.

He also killed a federal judge.

All right, what are we looking for here? Anything that connects him to Judge

McMahon or his son.

Hang on.

This chair was moved recently.

Okay.

Oh, damn.

Maggie, I got him.

Eli.

Eli McMahon.

Hey, hey, hey. You're okay. You're okay. We're the FBI.

We're going to get you out of here, all right?

All right.

You're okay. You're okay. I'm going to get you out.

That's it. You're all right. It's all right.

You think you can stand up for me?

Yes? All right, Eli.

Let's get you out.

Just sit here. Sit down.

Eli, look at me.

Did Tom Clifford do this to you?

I don't know.

I don't know his name.

Okay. Sit tight. Sit tight. Hey, Jubal, we have Eli. He's alive.

All right, eyes up. We found Eli.

Where are you? In the basement of Tom Clifford's house. Looks like he was

keeping a prisoner.

Any idea why he was holding him? I don't know.

He's been worked over pretty good. Let me look.

We're going to need medical help right away.

Medic, SWAT.

All right, they're on their way.

Uh, listen, everybody in this town seems pretty trigger -ready.

So you think this could go sideways?

I just think if we're not extra careful, this could turn into another Waco.

Okay, copy that.

Okay, let's get him out of here.

Can you walk for me? We're going to get you outside.

Hey.

Hold on.

Where are you going?

We're going to take you light of the city and get him well.

Is that going to be a problem?

Sorry.

Can't let you do that.

This kid needs help, Caleb. We're going to get him out of here.

He's a person of interest in a series of robberies, not to mention arson.

Well, that's not for you to rule on.

Why don't you let us get him some help?

Then we'll get you all the answers you need.

It's a little late for that.

Our backup's going to be here in a minute.

And their next move's going to be a big one.

The next move is a big one.

And I'm telling you, you do not want a showdown with FBI SWAT.

Yeah.

You may be right.

Okay, okay. Hold on.

More fits coming.

Blow the bridge.

Jubal, we're five minutes out.

I think we can be there in three. Copy that. Get there as quick as you can.

Go left! Go left!

Tell me there weren't civilians on that bridge. No, thank God, but 800 feet of

roadway has been destroyed, and that bridge was the only land access point.

Jubal! Yeah?

We've got calls from the state police, Coast Guard, and the mayor's office, all

looking for a response plan. Reporters are starting to gather, too. It's going

to be headline news soon, if not already.

I mean, they're going to want a statement.

You should call 80 Row back. Okay, okay, yes.

We need to get a clearer picture of what's happening on the ground so I can

calibrate a response.

Still nothing from IUNOA. No, nothing on comms.

Caleb, you're drawing the wrong kind of attention to yourself.

That was not my goal.

How much are you going to take before you stand up for yourself?

Carrying automatic rifles does not give you leverage over the FBI.

No. That's why you're here.

Let's go.

Excuse me, miss.

Do you think I can hear my phone?

I just need to call my dad, please.

Please, he's got to be worried sick about me.

No phone call.

Stop talking.

Got something.

Hello?

Hello? Is this the FBI?

Quiet.

Yeah, this is...

Acting special agent in charge of Jubal Valentine. Who am I speaking with? The

mayor of Port Turner, Caleb Grassman.

You're speaking on my agent's comms.

It's a shame that's what it took to finally get on your radar.

Okay, I need to speak to my agents right now. Make sure they're okay.

You're just going to have to take my word for it.

That's not going to work for me.

How about the...

I'll release him as soon as you release my friend Tom Clifford.

It's not possible.

It's a simple trade.

Not one I would ever make. But your real problem is Tom Clifford is dead.

He shot at my agents when we found him staging the body of a federal judge.

That's unfortunate.

Mr. Grassman, we know you're holding Eli McMahon.

You need to let my agents escort him to safety immediately.

That's the problem with you guys.

Always protecting the wrong people.

What are you talking about?

Our island's been under attack!

This kid is just the latest one who tried to take advantage of us. If law

enforcement cannot or will not protect my people, then we're going to protect

ourselves. Okay, so this is an act of sedition. You understand that, right?

understand what you're dragging your neighbors into.

They are fed up!

Okay, look, Caleb, if your people have safety concerns, we at the FBI are here

to protect you. But what you're doing right now, there is no way this ends

for you.

You're in no position to give threats.

But I am.

If you want to ensure the safety of your agents, then stay out of Port Turner

until I can restore order.

All right, so let's say he's telling the truth about his town.

His people murdered a federal judge and blew up a bridge they rigged in advance.

They were asking for an excuse for this showdown.

So we're going to give them one.

Two of our agents are being held behind enemy lines.

We are mobilizing a rescue mission now. Let's go.

Eli, why did you become a prisoner?

And these people took one look at me, and they saw a criminal.

Well, let's jump back two days.

What brought you to Port Turner?

I drove out here to watch the sunset.

I used to come here all the time with my mom when I was a kid.

Before she got sick.

Did you

get caught

at the checkpoint?

Checkpoint?

No, no, there was no checkpoint.

I went to the beach.

I saw the sunset. I was walking back to my car, and three local dudes approached

me, wanted to check my bag.

I got scared, okay, so I ran.

They caught me, and three of them beat me up while she went through my bag.

Whatever they were looking for wasn't in there.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Did my dad come here?

And they, uh, they found him?

They killed my dad, didn't they?

I'm sorry.

You okay?

No, just, um, where I got shot.

I'm fine. It just bothered me sometimes.

Oh, the undercover op, right?

Yeah. Friendly fire, three bullets.

Should we go get our friends back? Let's do it.

Jubal, we're two minutes out. Landing points to put us right at 4th Street.

All right, let me know when you're a go.

Hey, boss. Right here. Yeah. They aren't lying.

That's good. Excellent. Wait, who isn't? And about what? Caleb Grassman. What he

said about the robberies they reported.

Calls were logged at the 1st Precinct Office of Nassau County PD.

Claims of robberies on Port Turner.

Most recent call went out nights ago. Okay, and the cops? They responded, but

found nothing, apparently.

We'll find something to back up the claims.

I scrubbed back from a beach surf report camera near Main Street two nights ago.

Our timeline says this would have been right before they grabbed Eli McMahon.

Okay, now that we can work with. You got him? Yes, sir.

Driver is Dustin Hunt.

Wife is Donna.

They both live on the island.

Big what?

Yeah, he works in construction. I mean, when he works, he's in and out of drug

treatment. He's got a long sheet.

I dug into his bank records. Two big transactions a few months ago from a

shop in Queens.

All the while, Dustin is stirring anger on social media, stoking fear on the

island. Rumors of some robbery crew invading from the mainland.

And Dustin Hunt is a frequent poster.

So our new pal here, he robs his neighbors and then whips them into a

cover his own tracks. Yeah, it worked. Two days ago, they find Eli, an

hanging around.

The perfect scapegoat.

Yeah, they grab him, lock up the island.

All the while, the true criminal was in their midst.

They're not going to like that story.

No, I don't think they will, Kelly.

Maggie Noe's last known communications was from Tom Flipper's house that's four

blocks south of the marina. Bravo team is going to maintain control of the

marina. The rest of us are headed south.

All right, Jubal, we're boots dry. We're making our way to the rendezvous point.

Going to find Maggie Noe.

Clock's fired. Ten o 'clock.

Advance to cover!

That's our backup arriving.

Jubal, we're under attack. Give me a visual on that shooter. I'm on it.

Danny, Skola, is anyone here?

No. Any help from the eye in the sky?

No. You're going to have to paint me a picture. What do you got?

We're pinned down here in the marina.

Multiple shooters.

Permit him to engage.

If we take fire, we return fire.

Go. Let's move.

Are

you

hit?

Yeah.

Danny's been hit.

What? Is she okay?

I think the best caught it.

Let's move. You good? Yeah.

Jubal, we are taking heavy fire here. Are we waiting for backup?

I need to trust your instincts on this, Skola. Either way, Danny, you can hang

back. I'll get checked out once we've got Maggie and Owe back.

Okay. Just please be as careful as you can.

I need a minute.

You're out of time, Donna.

It wasn't supposed to end up like this.

I know.

It's overwhelming.

You don't know what we've been through! Whoa.

I don't. I don't.

But I know that the things you used to trust in, like law enforcement, feel

they're long gone right now.

We are FBI.

And we still have a job to do to protect people.

And I'm not giving up. Not on you, not on anybody.

Please, so we can help you.

Donna?

I did nothing wrong!

I saved that boy!

You did it on me!

Let's go. Ready? I guess so.

ATF, Jubal, if you could... What? I got Maggie.

Oh, thank God.

Maggie, are you okay?

For now. We just freed ourselves. We had to be alive with her.

Sounds like a war zone out here.

Well, where are we headed?

Yeah, yeah, okay. So Skola, Danny, and SWAT are working their way south from

marina. They are hitting heavy resistance.

I know. We can hear it.

Okay, so can you punch through, meet up with the team two blocks north for

Exville? I mean, we'll have to try.

Okay, the town is crawling with militia. Are you armed?

We're down to one pistol, five rounds.

Well, then you'll have to do it quietly. Oh, and last thing, we found out who's

responsible for those robberies.

The whole damn thing.

Dustin Hunt.

Our friends are around the corner.

We have to get past them?

That is the only way we're going to get out of here, okay?

Stay tight.

Don't make a sound.

One, two, three.

Okay, now, go.

Get down.

Get down.

Jubal, we've been exposed.

We need backup at the bank on Main Street.

Still a few blocks away. Can you sit tight?

Stop!

Not long.

Hold your fire!

Everybody else needs to get hurt.

Just drop your weapons. You come out with your hands up.

You hear what I said?

You drop it first.

Hand over the kid first.

That's not going to happen.

You're surrounded.

You're boxed in.

I got more people coming.

There doesn't need to be any more bloodshed.

What do you want to do?

I know we're outnumbered.

I don't want to surrender.

Send him out.

Now.

Put down your weapon.

Now.

Caleb,

I

respect that you want to keep your town safe.

But it wasn't an outsider that did this.

It was your friend, Dustin Hunt.

She's lying, man.

What is she talking about?

You're the one who set the fires.

You're the one who robbed them.

We have video evidence.

She's lying.

Are you seriously going to listen to this bitch?

She doesn't care about me or you or any one of us. What is she talking about?

I have nothing to gain from lying to you, Caleb.

What is she talking about, Dustin?

Lower your weapons.

Dustin.

Lower your weapons.

Maggie. Danny?

Gola?

Gola!

Medical, medical, medical.

We've got a kid. We've got a kid. I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Get in.

Easy,

easy. Just relax.

Just relax.

All right, I'm looking.

It's okay.

Hey.

Okay, and...

How are you feeling?

I have, um... I have definitely been better.

You look like you have been put through it.

Long day.

Yeah, I heard.

How's the team?

Been bitter.