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What the hell, Jared?

How many times I got to warn you? Sorry,
Mr. Wynn, I forgot my history book.

Who are you? Hey, buddy, I'm talking to
you.

Let me try and live together in peace
and harmony.

Catholic?

Miller's a great choice. I'm glad you
agreed.

The director is ready to lock in a chain
of command.

How's Jubal taking the news?

I have not notified the other
candidates.

Is it going to be an issue?

No. I will tell everyone this afternoon.

Rip the Band -Aid. He's a big boy.

Valentine.

Uh, yeah.

Yes, sir.

As you know, S .A .C. Castile is taking
the ADEC job.

Yes, of course, as she fully deserves.

Let's get to the chase.

You put your hat on the ring to replace
her, but we're going with someone else.

You understand, of course.

Uh, yeah, sure, I do.

Good man.

You'll let him know who he'll be
reporting to?

By the end of the day.

Uh, if there isn't anything else, I have
a situation.

See, Atheck Valentine?

You're exactly where you need to be.

Fire Marshal.

Yes, ma 'am. Special Agent Bell, Special
Agent Zidane.

The colleagues are here talking to
witnesses.

Heard you're taking it over from us?

Yeah, the structure's part of an urban
housing and development program that

Congresswoman Wright took some interest
in. It's her district, so she gave us a

call. Works for me.

So, you know, looking like arson.

Three structures damaged, 25 units
responded, but how many dead? We found

so far.

This is my worst nightmare.

Right? No way out.

Oh, my God, are they all dead?

I'm sorry, ma 'am, this is an active
crime scene. You've got to back up.

Lord, please, please, please.

Do you live here? I do.

Oh, God, what happened?

Well, we're still trying to figure that
out. Do you live alone? Yes, yes, it's

just me.

Do you know who died?

Well, we're not releasing that
information just yet. What's your name?

Lorraine Green, can you just tell me?
1G, my friend Carla and her kids, did

make it out?

Lorraine, I'm so sorry.

Nobody in 1G made it out.

No, no, no, no, no.

Why?

The blast originated here in the laundry
room.

Subsequent fireballs took up the floor
above.

Flames spread too fast to sink the
building.

And we are sure this was arson?

I found a gas line down here that had
been tampered with.

I'm sure.

You think this gas line was the
accelerant? Afraid so.

Didn't even give these poor folks a
chance to get out.

What was the ignition source?

We haven't found it yet, but wouldn't
have taken much with all that gas.

We'll take a look.

Thanks, Marshall.

Oh, man.

You think that was our arsonist?

Not likely.

Probably just wrong place, wrong time.

So what are you thinking?

Remote trigger, cell phone?

This whole room would have had to fill
with gas.

So probably looking for a time delay
device.

I don't know. Anything out of the
ordinary.

Hang on.

This does not look like it belongs down
here.

What's that?

I don't know, but do you see a serial
number?

Folks, so we have a firebombing of an
apartment building in Ocean Hills.

For the fire department, these are the
seven New Yorkers who died this morning,

an older retiree, a young couple that
moved in two days ago, a single mother

her two children, ages 7 and 11, and a
teenage girl whose parents were out of

town. You want to play that video for
them?

I'm writing on chapter two, and y 'all,
the prose, like, so beautiful, it hurts.

And I promise you, one day, you're going
to see my name on the cover of a novel.

Her name was Sierra Gibson, and she was
one of the seven innocent people caught

unawares. Today, we work for them.

Jubal, it was eight.

What's that?

There were eight victims. According to
the Emmy's prelim, our 15 -year -old Vic

Sierra Gibson was...

Pregnant. Oh.

Right. Well, all the more reason to dig
in and find the son of a bitch that lit

the match.

How are we doing with IDing the device
found on scene?

Kelly, my back's turned. I'm talking to
you. Yeah, I'm just pulling the serial

number. We will work on tracking that
down.

All right. We need to scour surveillance
from every camera within spitting

distance of our building 30 minutes
before the explosion, right? Okay.

Closest camera's three blocks down,
facing the opposite direction.

Well... Keep digging. In the meantime,
let's talk about motive. Maybe we can

backdoor a suspect.

That area of Ocean Hill is a hotbed of
gang activity.

I'll start digging in. There'll be a
connection.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Good.

And what about insurance fraud? That's
evergreen.

What's our building's owner been up to?

Just checked his finances. Stable. His
insurance payout is far less than the

building's worth. Plus, he's
cooperating. Yeah, okay. We'll put a pin

now. But you know what? You stanch a
theory out of my hand. I expect you to

me another.

Hey, we got a hit on the device. Even
better. It's part of a heating coil for

pilot beer brewing system sold to a
Rockaway Brewing Queen.

All right, get Scola and Eva down there
to question the owner.

What's a piece of brewing equipment
doing in a laundry room?

Yeah, the heating coil is definitely one
of ours. We own a couple dozen.

You're saying it was used in some kind
of attack?

Arson. Set off an explosion this morning
in Ocean Hill. Oh, my God.

Which of your employees have access to
this equipment?

All of them.

But, I mean, I don't think that... What?

Look, I don't want to make any false
accusations, okay?

Eight people are dead, Mr. Kroll.

I tried to do a good thing.

I hired this guy as a temp cellar
operator.

He'd just been released from prison. A
bit of an odd duck, but, you know,

deserve a second chance.

Name is Harry Jenkins.

You come to work this morning?

He's locked in late.

He's in the back.

Wait here.

Hey. If you're looking for the restroom,
it's back through that hallway there.

You Harry Jenkins?

Who's asking?

The FBI. We got a couple questions.

Oh, yeah.

Cool. I, uh...

Stay on him!

Up we go.

Dumb move, Harry.

Mr. Jenkins, I have some bad news for
you.

The brewery owner has sent over some
CCTV footage. We have you on video

a heating coil.

Would you care to explain?

I have an engineer's mind. I like to see
how things work.

Ah, that is right. That's what sent you
to Ridgebury in 2016, setting fire with

criminal intent to your mother's house.

She wasn't supposed to be there. She got
lucky. She survived. You rigged a

microwave that time.

Yeah, well, that one was easy. I could
show you how.

Why don't you show me how the heating
coils worked?

Today's business.

Looked like some sort of time -delayed
incendiary device.

Spirals in nature work the same way.
Most efficient of all shapes for sending

energy out or taking it in.

Okay, Harry.

Fire Marshal has pulled a parcel print
off of a charred side door.

He believes that the perp, that would be
you, used to exit.

My lab techs have told me that PCR
amplification have made boosting trace

from highly deteriorated samples much
more viable.

Fascinating.

Why'd you do this, Harry?

Don't you see?

The dogs of war demanded it.

That guy is a strange one. Yeah, no
doubt about that.

I don't think it was Harry Jenkins'
idea.

What makes you say that? It was an
escalation.

He's been setting fire since he was 12
years old, but this was the first time

killed.

What do you say, dogs of war?

I bet they put him up to it.

Okay, let's go look into known
associates.

All right, folks, the good news is
forensics confirm that Harry Jenkins was

behind the attack this morning. The not
as good news is our agents suspect he

did not act alone. So let's see if
there's any meat on that bone. What do

know about him? Harry Jenkins, 37, born
and raised in Shemokin, PA, recently

paroled from SDI Ridgebury after a five
-year sentence for arson.

Patchy work history, no long -term job.

No one associates?

None.

He's giving off loner vibes.

Hey, Jubal, you need to see this. Okay.

Forensics recovered text from Jenkins'
phone from 9 .55 a .m. yesterday.

Needed job done.

1317 South Norton. That's the address of
the building that was attacked this

morning, so he was told to do it. Can we
ID the person who texted him? Number is

unregistered. It's likely a burner.

It's also currently off. Give me a sec.
I can try to pinpoint the location of

the phone when the text message was
sent.

Okay.

Huh. Interesting.

Why is that?

Well, it pinged to a cell tower right
outside FCI Ridgebury where Jenkins was

incarcerated.

Telling me the order to attack that
building came from inside a federal

Question of the day is, why would
somebody at Ridgebury Prison order the

firebombing of an apartment building in
Ocean Hill?

Our firebug, Harry Jenkins, has lawyered
up. He is not talking. So if we want

answers fast, it is on us. We should be
looking for a connection to Jenkins, not

just within the prisoner population, but
also guards, staffers.

My money's on an inmate.

Okay, why's that?

Motive. That building was in Latin Kings
territory.

The Kings are a violent prison gang with
criminal operations inside and on the

streets. Drugs, armed robbery,
racketeering. Could be the Kings locked

way to make money, sorting residents in
their territory for protection.

Right, so torching a building in their
own backyard says... This is what

when you don't pay up. Even when the
residents aren't gang affiliated?

Doesn't matter to chaos.

So true.

Wait, chaos?

Maximus Pinero, a .k .a. Chaos, he's the
Latin teen shot caller at Ridgebury,

serving four consecutive life sentences
for murder.

The man pumped 60 rounds into a rival's
car at a stoplight with his wife and

kids inside.

All right, let's get Eva and Scola down
to Ridgebury to question this guy. Find

that phone that sent the text. Let's
shut this down now.

Yes, ma 'am.

Special Agent Skola and Ramos? Yeah.

Warden Christina Santos, we spoke on the
phone. Yeah, thanks for arranging this,

Warden. Always happy to help out the
FBI.

You picked an interesting time to visit
Ridgebury.

The Latin Kings are on the verge of war
with another gang in here.

United Blood Nation.

Prison politics.

Is that going to be an issue for us? As
long as it doesn't pop off, no.

You're here to interview chaos, right?

I'll call it for the Latin Kings. Yeah,
we can do it somewhere quiet so the

prison whisper mill doesn't start up.

Wouldn't that be nice?

What do you mean? What's the problem?

Getting him out of his cell.

Last chance to make this easy.

Back up through the cell door, put your
hands in the food slot.

Hell nah.

You want some?

Come get it.

How's your head?

Still ringing? How's yours?

Oh, cut to the chase, Pinero. You've
already wasted too much of our time.

Don't tell the lady cop I go by chaos.

Lady cop's FBI.

We both are.

You're looking at eight federal counts
of murder as an aggravated circumstance.

Yeah, for what?

For ordering Harry Jenkins, who did time
here at Ridgebury, to firebomb an

apartment building in Ocean Hill this
morning.

Eight people died.

And you're in the hook for it.

That's the needle.

That's a setup.

You ordered a similar hit four years ago
in rival territory. That one is set up,

too. Made the call from a burner that
was smuggled into this prison.

Whatever happened out there today wasn't
me.

Prove it.

Where's your burner?

Look, you're out of moves here.

All right, you can play ball, or the
next call that you make might be from

row.

I'll get you my phone.

So you see it wasn't me.

But nothing in life is free.

In exchange, I want you to tell me who's
stepping to me in my own territory.

So what?

You could put a target on their back?
You think we'd help you with that?

Absolutely not.

Best offer, we put in a word to the
warden, and you might get some more

privileges.

You choose.

You should have brought her in here.

She is too pretty.

Saw Jubal in Isabel's office with Ropeck
earlier.

I think you got the nod for SAC.

He didn't get the promotion.

Huh?

All right, anything?

Not yet.

Okay.

Both, I just, um, just heard about the,
uh, sorry.

Oh, yeah, well, thanks, but, uh, don't
worry about it.

I like my gig.

What, come through?

Yeah, so Chaos made a lot of calls and
sent a lot of colorful text messages,

his cell number doesn't match the one
we're looking for. No way that text came

from his phone.

Okay, so Chaos is telling the truth. He
did not order the attack.

Well, we're looking for a different
phone inside that prison. Yeah, we're

to have to toss the place to find it.
Ratbaggy and O .A. over there to help.

They're going to need to go through
every cell block.

A lot of contraband here, Warden. A lot
of criminals, too.

Prison. There's a black market for
everything.

All right. Fix the phones. Toad to
Warden. Can I see your phone, please?

Who's in cell 44?

That'd be Russell to Slice Jackson.

Two slices shot color for United Blood
Nation inside Ridgebury.

Is Chaos his number one rival in here?

None other.

Killed an inmate years ago.

Story for another time, but it was a
close casket funeral.

Balls in up to call a shot in a rival
gang's territory.

He's got a lot of power in here.

He has a lot of power out there, too.

Open the gate.

All inmates on the ground.

You heard me.

Get down. You know the drill.

I got one not complying.

That's him.

You too good to get on the ground?

Russell Jackson.

Rise and shine, Russell.

Hello. Time to get up.

Hey.

We're going to need prison medical.

No, it's too late.

He's dead.

Great. So our prime suspect, Russell
Jackson, was just murdered in the yard.

You think it was the king's retaliation
for the firebombing this morning?

I don't know. The kings of the United
Blood Nation hate each other. It's why

warden keeps them separated.

The kings wouldn't have a chance to kill
two slaves.

Okay, so if it wasn't the king, then it
wasn't.

Hold on.

We know that there was an order sent
through text message on Russell's phone.

Yeah. We don't know if he was the one
who sent it.

Let's find out.

FBI.

Hi. We are here for Russell Jackson's
file.

But we would also like to know where he
was yesterday morning, 9 .55 a .m.

He was in mandatory counseling.

So it couldn't have been him.

Okay, but the warden did say that the
inmates' cells stay unlocked during day

-room hours, right? So whoever did this,
waited until they knew Russell wouldn't

be there, snuck in, sent the text.

There's hundreds of inmates on the cell
block.

Do you get homicides here often?

Suicides are more common, but that's not
to say stabbings don't happen.

As for Mr. Jackson, it looks like it was
quick and thorough. Multiple stab

wounds punctured the torso.

Prison shifts are nasty work.

The most effective ones are shaved out
of in -house items.

Toothbrush, coffee lid, or in this
case... The shoe was left in his body.

How do inmates get access to sharp
objects?

Stolen from the tailor shop, most
likely.

Only low -risk prisoners are supposed to
work there.

Someone made a high -risk move today.

Yeah, they did.

We need to find out everyone who had
access to that shop.

Lock it down. I want... All inmates back
in their cells. Hey, we need a minute

with you. We have at least some of my
problems right now, agents. Find me when

got this under control. Oh, hold on a
second. It's in your favor to work with

us.

The order to take out that apartment
building that killed eight people came

inside this prison.

Who do you think that's going to blow
back on?

Sorry, but I'll make it quick. We're
zeroing in on an inmate that works at

prison tailor shop.

Anyone on that detail, that might ring a
bell.

Most of those guys wouldn't have any
interest in stepping to a guy like

Toothpaste. He was respected.

He used his power in the yard to keep
the peace.

Now that he's gone, it could get ugly.

Unless... Unless what?

Yeah.

Cole Watkins. Low -level guy in two
slices crew.

He worked in the tailor shop. He would
have access to the murder weapon.

Two days ago, we had to pull him apart.

I didn't think anything of it at the
time. Okay, we need everything you have

Watkins.

We should call the jock.

Get even, pull in on that call, too.

All right, folks, eyes up. We have a new
name to pin to the board. Cole Watkins.

What do we know about him?

47, formerly of Ozone Park. He's
currently finishing a 15 -year bid for

possession, history of burglary, Grand
Theft Auto.

This is a real Boy Scout. All right.

Guys, so we think this Watkins is good
for Russell Jackson's murder.

Yep. The prison forensics was able to
put together a partial print from the

murder weapon and the burner phone that
we found in Jackson's cell. We sent the

scans over to CJIS.

Okay, well, while we wait on that, let's
puzzle this out. Why would Watkins take

out the guy he reports to and his gang?

I know. It's a risk.

But if it was him, he must have had a
damn good reason.

Does this Watkins guy connect to any of
the residents in the building that went

up? Damn. Good question. What do we
know?

Yeah, we are cross -referencing
residents now against Cole Watkins.

I'm in Bureau of Prisons Visitation
Records. They may have something. Cole

Watkins, recent visitors.

Not many, but this woman, Lorraine
Green, came by three days ago.

Lorraine Green.

We know that name.

Skoll and I questioned her after the
fire in Brooklyn this morning. She's a

tenant. She said that she was at work at
the time.

So Lorraine Green, what do we know? I've
got video of her visiting Cole Watkins

at Ridgebury.

Who is Sheeta Watkins?

It's unclear, but she testified against
him ten years ago at a parole hearing.

No love lost there. Whoa.

Lorraine Green's son is Demarcus Green.

Should I know that name, Demarcus Green?

Demarcus Green. He's like a college -age
LeBron, but with more range. Sure.

Okay, I'm going to throw this out there.
Hope I don't break it.

But who is the father on Demarcus' birth
certificate?

Get this. Cole Watkins. It is.

Okay, so Lorraine visits her son's
father. Two days later, her apartment

building is fireballed. So what is this,
a family drama gone way wrong?

Could be about money.

Demarcus is a freshman at Rutgers, but
he just signed an NIL deal worth $6

million.

For the uninitiated.

The NCAA gave student -athletes
financial control of their name, image,

likeness. Looks like Lorraine helped
negotiate a deal with Nike.

So their son said to gain a significant
amount of money.

Maybe Lorraine was standing in Watkins'
way. Right. Watkins eliminates her.

Door's wide open for him to benefit from
his son's soon -to -be -had riches.

Except he failed. That sounds like
motives to me. Let's take a run at him.

Get Skola and Eva back.

Fill them in, yeah?

Man, I'm going to miss this place.

Good idea.

Adrenaline.

Yeah.

It's going to miss you right back.

No, where are you taking me? I told you
I ain't sitting in the room.

Who the hell are y 'all?

Ain't no doctor, so what then?

Fed?

I'm Special Agent Ramos.

And this is Special Agent Scola. Have a
seat.

You know, I'm, uh, concerned to inform
you, but your friend, Russell Jackson,

formerly known as Two Slices Dead.

Yeah, he caught her in the gut, they
said.

Ain't no cameras on that side of the
yard, though, right?

At least that's how I heard it.

You two were tight?

Nah, not even.

That's not what we heard from the
warden.

She said you were close until a few days
ago, some kind of disagreement.

Yeah, it seems like we're not friends,
right?

There's more.

And then yesterday at 9 .55 a .m., you
snuck into Jackson's cell while he was

with the Ridgeberry Shrink.

You sent a text to a former inmate that
you know on the outside, Harry Jenkins.

Did that name ring a bell?

No? Okay, well, he's in our custody now.

After he firebombed a building that you
told him to take down.

You ordered it, right? Now eight people
are dead, Watkins.

Two of them are children.

One of them was a pregnant teenager.

Okay, so that's on you.

Yeah, Dunn?

Because I really think you have to take
me back to myself.

Cole, I got your prints on the shiv that
you left inside of your friend.

Here's how we think it went down.

You asked Jackson to set up this attack,
and he said no.

You argued.

You went around him, and you used his
phone anyway.

Jackson found out that it was you who
took this building down in rival gang

territory without his permission while
he was trying to keep the peace that you

had to get rid of him, right?

Before he could hang you out to dry. You
think you're so smart?

You're so dumb as hell.

Y 'all don't got any idea how things go
down there. Y 'all are tourists.

Y 'all wouldn't last one day in here.
Now, if y 'all are smart as y 'all think

'all are, y 'all would take me back to
my cell, because it's about to pop off

here, and I'm pretty sure y 'all don't
want to be in here when it do.

Tell us about Lorraine.

Do you think we wouldn't figure that
out?

What are you talking about?

Why'd you want her dead?

I love Lorraine. I would have never hurt
her.

And I'm telling y 'all, put me back
inside. Come on, Walken.

You are set to be released in four
months.

And your son was finally going to be
able to take care of you, and only you.

That's what you wanted, right?

So you tried to take out your ex, but
you missed. You killed a bunch of

people, and now you're going to spend
the rest of your life in here.

I want a lawyer.

See? Told you.

Uh...

Jubal. Yeah. Tactical alert from
Ridgeberry. They're locking down.

Tactical. Are we up on the prison
security system? I want eyes inside. We

requested access from Bureau of Prisons.
It should be in now.

Yep.

Whoa. It's a brawl breaking out. Get the
warden on the phone.

What's protocol here?

Containment. Once it settles down, the
prison negotiates with the shot callers.

These things tend to burn out quick.
Yeah, what if the prisoners break

containment? That never happened at
Richbury.

Let's hear it.

Open it!

No one ever dies!

Open it!

Guards aren't supposed to open the door
no matter what.

They got a full -blown riot on their
hands.

I want Block D secured first, east to
west. That'll bottleneck them. Warden,

agents are trapped in that infirmary. I
told you we'll deal with your agents

once I put down this riot. Not good
enough.

Did we reach the warden? Yeah, I'm not
getting away with it. They're

a plan.

Oh, my God.

Inmates have broken containment in the
yard. They're roving free all over cell

block D. All right, focus.

Where are our other agents now?

Okay, I got Golan, Eva. They're pinned
down in the infirmary. They're with

Walken. Where does this hallway chaos is
in lead?

They can't get into the chapel, the
library.

Does it go past the infirmary?

Based on these schematics, yes.

He's got to be headed towards Walken.
Eva and Golan are not armed.

I know.

Well, see you next month.

Just got to hope Maggie and O .A. get to
them in time.

We're trapped in here.

There's not a secondary exit in the
infirmary. You're looking at it, ma 'am.

Okay, we need a game plan.

You think you and your partner can
handle walk -ins here?

What? Yeah, it's going to be a problem.

All right.

Barricade yourselves inside.

Safest place to be until we regain
control.

We need to lock down this hallway.

Wait, wait, wait. The two of you alone
are going to take on all of that. To be

clear, if inmates breach this door, it
gets real ugly real fast.

Do not, under any circumstances, let
them inside.

We're here.

Your agents are here.

Riot's here.

And then there's no way out, there's no
way around, they're just through. But

I've got 700 inmates, half of which are
in the riot area, and they don't just

want to break out of prison. They want
to kill each other based on their gang

affiliation. I give it 10 minutes before
we're at critical mass, have to pull

out and wait for backup.

I'm not waiting that long. Hang on.

What's this hatch?

Maintenance access to the roof. Can we
use it to drop down somewhere near the

infirmary? It's too dangerous.

I'm not breaking protocol.

I don't care.

We are getting our agents out.

Take it through the door. I know, I
know. We're sitting ducks.

All right, look, just look for anything
you can use as a weapon. There's got to

be something around, scalpels, anything.

All the sharp stuff they bring in for
surgeries, and then they wheel it right

back out.

Ain't nothing like that laying around.

The bride's coming. They're here.

What? Get in!

Open the door!

All right, get serious.

You've got to give me a fighting chance
to leave.

Open it! Get back!

Open it!

Come on!

All right, here.

Unlock him.

We're in charge, you hear me? Whatever,
I ain't got no beef with y 'all.

Back!

Come on, come on.

Go, go.

Hey. Take it back.

Back.

Go left.

Hey.

Wharton. I see you.

Don't do this.

Oh, yeah?

Wouldn't want to add more time to my
four life sentences?

Take these fools!

We don't have a lot of time.

On where to run now.

I ain't have nothing to do with you,
Chaos.

No, no, no, no. You killed people on my
block. Now you got to answer for that.

Get him up.

Listen,

listen, listen, listen.

Chaos, I'm about to come into some
serious cash.

What are you begging now?

I could cut your wing.

I'm talking to some serious cash.

You think I want your money? Please,
just let the man be good for you and me,

man. Yeah.

I wasn't stepping on you. Oh, you're
cool, man. I was just trying to save my

son.

Save his son?

How far along was Sarah Gibson?

Three months. Why?

The timeline.

Matches Rutgers summer break.

DeMarcus was most likely home.

Right. Okay.

Yeah. Okay. We should be looking for
medical records tied to Sierra Gibson's

pregnancy. Co -pays, parking garage
tickets, anything you can find.

Okay. We're in her cloud account.

Okay.

Huh. Okay. She canceled an appointment
at Planned Parenthood a week ago.

Name on the credit card that booked the
account. DeMarcus Green.

Okay. So...

DeMarcus Green got Sierra Gibson
pregnant.

She's 15, underage.

When word got out, he'd lose his
endorsement, his career.

Sierra Gibson was the target of this
attack all along.

Hurry.

All right, how much

further to the apartment?

Less than the hallway.

Thank you.

Whatever, man.

Finish it.

No, no, no, no. I'm not doing it.

That's just a preview.

You're the main attraction.

And I'm going to enjoy it.

Stop. Stop.

Hey.

Hey, Jack.

Shut up.

Yeah, you need your backup to fight your
own battles for you? Why don't you

fight like a real man, hmm?

Yeah. Get your last couple of sucker
punches in before you rock Max.

You should have kept your mouth shut.

No, no, no, no, no. Let me show you
something. I'm going to show you a man.

here. Come here.

I'm going to show you. I'm going to show
you a little bit.

The front is mine.

Keep an eye out.

The pretty boy want to play hero.

Give it a good shot, Fred.

But that don't add up to nothing in
here.

Get on the ground.

They don't care about the dog.

Hey.

Stop resisting, Chaos.

You want to make me happy?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

We need a medic in here right away.

Eva. Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

If you want to get punched in the face,
as you just told me.

That's, uh, not even funny.

Skola, seriously, thank you.

Thank you.

I did nothing wrong. You have no right
to hold me here.

Actually, Miss Green, we do.

Have a seat. It's regarding your son.

So, uh, DeMarcus got a neighbor girl
pregnant while he was home for summer

break. Sierra Gibson, she was in that
building when it burned this morning.

It was you.

You and your ex, Cole Watkins.

Your plan.

What?

No. I don't know where y 'all are
getting such terrible ideas.

Oh, Mr. Watkins.

Survived an attack today in prison.

He told us everything.

My boy worked so hard to get where he
is.

To make himself one of the best.

And I protected him at every turn.

So when DeMarcus came to me about what
he did, I took care of it.

Like I've done for my son his whole
life.

And not do it again.

Medical examiner's final autopsy came
through. That's Gary Gibson.

There was no smoke in her lungs at the
time of death.

She was dead before the fire ever
started.

DeMarcus killed that girl.

And you and your ex, Cole Watkins,
conspired to cover it up.

The crime is bad enough, but... It's the
cover -up.

That's what always spins out of control.

You can go ahead and lock me up.

But you can't prove my baby was
involved.

You can't prove nothing.

Not yet.

But we will.

You're under arrest.

We're going to get this kid. Yeah, not
today.

But we'll bring it up to your
replacement SAC.

You know, I got to say, I'm thrilled for
you. No one deserves it more than you.

But if I'm being honest, I don't know
how we're going to do it without you.

Well, you're not going to have to.

I decided to turn down the ADIC
position.

What? Listen, Ropak was right about you.
You are exactly where you need to be.

So am I.

But, I don't know, the way he talked to
you today, he might have been a good

agent back in the day, but I don't want
to end up like him.

I don't need the pay bump. I don't need
the fancy title.

What I need is this place.

This team.

You know, breaking cases, making things
right.

With you.

They take their job and shove it?

Yeah. Something like that.