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Previously on "Reef Break"...

The Governor would like
to put you on a retainer.

Our island has unique problems.

Some problems the police
don't even need to know about.

Wyatt is not my boyfriend.

We are friends with benefits.

Maybe this is not as casual
as we keep saying it is.

Maybe.

Carter Eastland...

you're the most powerful man
on the Reef.

Mr. Eastland is an ally.

It's a mutually fruitful relationship.

We'll need you to sign where indicated.

What are you guys doing here?

- Rescuing you.
- Oh!

That's not a word. You made it up.

It is one hundred percent a real word.

Wow. Okay.

A metamorphic mineral.

Named after the place
it was discovered.

Cummington, Massachusetts.

You know, this is not a hobby

I pictured you having, Detective Cole.

Well, it started in the academy.

First time a classmate of mine

snickered at the word "penal"...

kind of became
a weird obsession after that.

That is... vaguely charming.

What? Do you think you can do better?

I don't know. Why don't you tell me?

Apex.

Abandoned.

Frenzied.

Something dirtier.

Fused.

Heated.

Succulent.

Throbbing.

Rhythmic.

Arched.

Favor. Debt. Trouble.

That's not really a turn-on.

That's because I'm talking about
Carter Eastland.

And what you had to do

to get that helicopter he loaned you.

You mean the one that saved your ass?

My ass has been in
much trickier situations.

No doubt.

Alright. Ooh.

Wow. What is that ringtone?

What are you, a 16-year-old girl?

She is a very talented artist.

Cole here.

Yeah.

Copy that.

There's been an explosion
at the Eastland Refinery.

I got to go.

Although, uh, I have a feeling

I might be seeing you there.

Ms. Dumont!

Ms. Dumont, given Eastland Empire's

terrible environmental record...

What record is that?

Three straight failed
EPA inspections...

This is the only story on the Reef.

I'm here.

Is there any suspicion of foul play?

At a time of crisis like this,

it is crucial that we do not allow

wild and unfounded speculation

to inflame an already
highly charged situation.

Thank you.

Ms. Dumont! Just one more question!

What do you know so far?

First red light in the system, 9:45.

Fire alarms, 11:26.

Explosion occurred
in the East Gallery at 12:47.

That's where the EPA found
Eastland was not in compliance.

Until I've done
an actual investigation,

I'd be careful where I point my finger.

A thousand barrels an hour
are spilling into our bay

and burning up into our air.

So do me a favor

and point all the fingers you've got,

because I need answers right now.

- Station 2, get around the back!
- Direct it over there!

Lieutenant Governor,
I want to assure you

we're doing everything we can

to manage this unfortunate event.

"Unfortunate"? There's a squishy word.

With all due respect,
at a time like this,

we should be focusing on
the real culprits.

"Real culprits"?

What does that mean, Jakinda?

An enterprise like Eastland's
gets so many threats.

So many crazies
coming out of the woodwork.

Any you would care to name?

If there was sabotage
or arson or anything like that,

we'll know from Number One Blue...

the hard drive
from the compressor station,

where the system data is stored.

Like the black box on an airplane.

Correct.

You need to go back.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Eastland Refinery explodes?

I figured you might need my help.

I see Stuyler's here
cozying up to Wyatt.

Which makes me think
there's something to be found

and Carter Eastland sent him
to make sure it gets lost.

Jakinda did say something about

a black box in the compressor station

which might have some answers.

Jakinda?

Jakinda Sala is Eastland's
head of operations.

A black box. In there.

Well, of course I would
never ask you or anyone

to walk into a blazing inferno
like that.

Of course not.

But Stuyler might.

He'd send one of his guys in there.

And I would very much like
to get to that black box

before he does.

Alright, secure the perimeter!

I need all men on deck!

So much for the black box.

Oh, brother.

Ohh!

Oh, brother.

Wyatt.

Ha!

I need help!

- Now!
- Let's move! Let's move!

Somebody's here!

What the hell are you doing?

Uh, currently being very grateful

I downloaded that awful song
from your phone

so I could make fun of you later.

When I said I figured I'd see you here,

this is not what I meant!

I am in a "bad news,
worse news" situation here.

The bad news is
someone bombed the refinery

to start the fire.

- What's the worse news?
- The worse news is

there's a second bomb,

and based on that blinking red light,

I'd say I'm in a really,
really bad situation,

so do a girl a solid
and call the Bomb Squad?

Let's go!

And in breaking news...

RFD has confirmed that the explosion

at Eastland Refinery earlier today

was caused by an incendiary device.

RPD sources tell us that the bomb squad

has been called in to investigate.

Sources could not confirm
whether other bombs...

...have been found...

Yes, Jakinda. I'm watching it now.

And given the high profile
of the company

and its founder and CEO,
Carter Eastland,

we could be looking at an act
of international terrorism.

Could be terrorism?

As if there's any other explanation.

...for all the latest developments...

Okay.

The wreckage can't be moved
without cutting it.

So cut it.

There's flammable oil all around.

Saws equal sparks.

Why the hell is she in there
to begin with?

Uh, images will be up
on the monitor soon.

You sent her into a hot area.

No, I wanted her
to go and look around...

but only after it was safe.

- Okay, but why?
- To look for the black box.

But why is Cat playing detective
to begin with...

for anyone?

Can you angle the camera
at the top of the structure?

I need a good look
at the wire formation.

We got a better-than-average
bomb maker.

Timing mechanism is concealed
against the wall.

- Oh.
- Okay.

That blinking light is not a timer.

It's a power source.

Which means we've got
about three minutes.

Oh, great. That's plenty of time.

Are you kidding me?!

You want me to do this.

Uh... okay.

Okay.

So, uh...

any idea if I should cut
the red or the yellow?

It's 50-50. Your call.

But I-I'd cut the yellow.

You know, if I were you,
I would not be here right now.

I'm not you, ma'am.

Well...

Well, here goes nothing.

Yes!

Thanks, bud.

Thanks, man. I'll speak to her.

So, use up another life?

Half of one, maybe.

Bomb squad got a hit
on the device from Interpol.

Thermostat detonator,

set into the hull of a tanker
off New Orleans.

No arrests,

but a group called
The Green Tide were suspects.

Green Tide... the environmentalists?

- Yeah. You know them?
- They have a local office.

Some active lawsuits against Eastland.

If the refinery was sabotaged
for ecological reasons,

then Green Tide
had to have caught whiff

of the crappy maintenance
record at Eastland.

Bombed the refinery
to make it look like

his negligence led to the disaster.

Good plan.

- And the second explosion?
- Classic.

Cover your tracks.

Something goes boom in an oil fire?

And all the bomb evidence burns.

So Eastland can scream sabotage
as much as he wants,

but there's no proof.

Of course, I would've planted the bomb

further from the detonation site,

but that's just me.

Hey, uh, is Cat okay?

Cat doesn't trust Stuyler.

- Do you know why?
- No.

Without him, Cat and Ana
are still on that island.

Stuyler didn't do it for Cat or Ana.

He did it for something in return.

- Hey, I know the favor I asked.
- Oh, yeah?

Well, believe me, you do not
want to play that game.

You only think you won't get dirty.

But Cat gets to live
in the beach house,

no questions asked?

Cat's radar is usually good
on this stuff.

My advice... give her a listen.

Carter Eastland hush money fund
must be on full tilt, huh?

Eastland Empire
is a good corporate actor.

We take care of our employees.

Well, you should keep some of
those resources to the side...

you know, just in case.

We're always prepared for emergencies.

I'd say it's time to break the glass.

You know, unless you want me
to tell the whole world

that your boss bombed his own refinery.

You don't really think

I'd bomb my own refinery, do you?

Well, the accusation
got me in the door pretty fast,

considering it was a shot in the dark.

You always have an agenda,

and sometimes they're interesting.

After all,
your current place of residence

is the result of your last act

- of extortion against me.
- Extortion?

I did not extort that house from you.

I consider that a permanent loan

between two friends.

Or at least between two people

who tolerate each other.

You got another angle,

but you can't figure out
how to come around to it.

Well, it definitely
has not escaped my notice

that you and the Governor
are frenemies at best.

It also hasn't escaped my notice

that the Governor would
throw you under the bus

for polluting his bay like that.

So, I give you a direct line
into their investigation.

In return, you give me the deed

to the house that I did not
extort from you.

Even if I trusted you...

which, on my part,
would be a ludicrous idea...

I don't need your information.

The Green Tide bombed the refinery.

And you know that how?

Maybe an inside line into the RPD?

No, because it's obvious,

and because the Reef police
aren't incompetent.

Why don't you have the guts to ask me

what you really came here for?

Okay, you got me.

Tell me about your boy Richard Stuyler.

He's my head of security.

Just your head of security.

Because he seems to me
like a man with his own agenda.

Stuyler.

Now, this is interesting.

You know I'm the guy
with the legal right

to put people in cuffs, yeah?

My men used extreme caution
on their approach.

Green Tide have a reputation...

well-earned, as you can see.

Those guns aren't ours.

They were planted,

and they have no right
to search our offices.

Wow.

Looks like she knows
her Fourth Amendment

a little better than you do.

Yeah, but not her Federal law.

Posse Comitatus.

Mr. Kalama has
an outstanding bail warrant.

We're authorized to arrest him.

It's time to go.

Leave everything where it is.

Now.

Let's go.

I think we're done here.

Let me tell you a story

about the last person
who underestimated me...

Doug O'Casey.

Doug was sure that Jake Elliott
was on his team,

back when we were
in the Shorepound gang.

Turns out Jake was an FBI agent,

and together, we put Doug in jail

for a very, very long time.

That's quite a reach,

comparing me to a
criminal like O'Casey.

Maybe.

But if you're wrong about Stuyler,

you're not just going to jail.

You're going to Hell... probably.

On behalf of The Green Tide,

I deny any involvement
in the refinery bombing.

Great.

We're still searching
the premises, though.

Detective Cole, take a look at these.

Tree spikes
remarkably similar to the ones

found on Eastland's
resort property last month.

Anyone want to get in the drum circle,

chat about felony vandalism?

Smells like oil.

How do you know Eastland's goons

- didn't plant those?
- I don't.

But it doesn't mean
you don't owe me some answers.

- Are you kidding me?
- Come on.

- Two fish tacos, please.
- Thank you. Wait.

- Yeah, two fresh, bro.
- Ah, si.

You guys and your donuts.

Tacos, Ms. Torrance.

Whatever.

Nothing changes around here.

And what would you want to change?

The fact that the only people

that give a damn about the Reef

and are actually trying
to do something about it

are the ones being investigated.

- Ah, you mean Green Tide.
- Yeah.

While rich jerks like Carter Eastland

rape the land and blow up
their own refinery.

That's just a rumor.

Yeah, well, keep sitting around
eating your tacos

and protecting the status quo

and you'll never know.

Hey, this is your home, too.

What do you want to do about it?

Blow it up and start over.

That's bad for air quality.

- You were great out there today.
- Thanks.

That small arsenal of handguns
we confiscated

should make for good leverage
in the interrogation.

Nice to see someone else isn't
afraid to be a cop in 2019.

- Yeah, well, I like what I do.
- Hm. Me too.

Anything else, Sergeant Ellis?

Kristy. And yes, there is.

The bombing at the
Eastland Refinery this morning

is being treated
as an act of terrorism,

which means it falls under
the Intelligence Division.

- So I'm off the case?
- Not at all.

It's my department,
and given that it's Carter Eastland,

the brass are giving me
a lot of latitude on this one.

I want you to stay on.

- Thanks.
- Now let's go see

what those two from The
Green Tide really know.

We're not denying the tree spiking.

Erica and I led that mission.

And, no, I'm not telling you
who else was there.

If we ever use an explosive device...

and I stress "if"...
it's to stop destruction.

When we heard about the explosion,

we rushed down to help protect the bay.

But the fires... we had to leave.

We knew what it would look like

once we heard about the bombing.

The bay is what we live to protect.

We would never endanger it like that.

Meanwhile, you're giving
Eastland exactly what he wants.

You know why?

'Cause we're about to finally
beat him at his own game.

We took Eastland to court
over his new development.

And we've got a case.

He's going to lose.

Listen to me.

We are not that stupid.

And he's not that lucky.

So you got to look at the timing here

and wonder what's really going on.

Hello, Kitty Cat.

What you got there?

Best darn tacos on the Reef.

And this.

Eastland's new development project?

Gonna go down in flames

because Green Tide took him to court.

There are secret environmental reports,

destruction of bird habitat.

You know, it turns out

that Eastland's kind of a bad guy.

How much did you have to pay
to get this?

Two tacos.

Oh, and an expedited visa
for a janitor's refugee family.

You think your landlord's
trying to frame Green Tide?

Carter Eastland is not my landlord.

- I don't pay rent.
- Speaking of which, uh,

what were you doing at
Eastland Empire's office today?

I figured.

Working an angle, huh?

Want to share?

No... Do you?

Don't like Eastland.

- Kind of like the kid, though.
- Wait a second.

You like Wyatt Cole?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

I just don't want him
making any further mistakes.

I want to kind of nudge him
in the other direction.

I've been on the receiving end
of your nudges, Jake.

They leave bruises.

So, uh...

shall we just follow each other
around the island,

or do you want to carpool?

How about I let you use my computer

and give you Carter Eastland's
personal e-mail password?

And... I'll even
watch over your shoulder

while you hack into his account.

Great. No, that is all I need.

Thanks. See you.

Forensics got a match
on one of the guns

from The Green Tide office.

It was used in a shooting
last year in Compton.

Compton?

Those two bleeding hearts look like

they're rubbing shoulders with
the Bloods and the Crips to you?

Negative.

Well, I just got off the phone

with a buddy at the D.A.'s office.

You know that lawsuit Green Tide
have against Eastland?

They have every reason to be confident.

Apparently, Eastland's lawyers

just quietly reached out
to make a settlement.

Did we just exonerate
our number-one suspects?

Sure looks that way.

Well, someone set those bombs,

and if it wasn't the two Greenies,

who could it have been?

Tell Duncan if he
can't be on the ground

to run my P.R. Division,

- I'll find someone who can.
- Yes, sir.

Oh, and call the lawyers.

I want to know they're
aggressively working

that motion to dismiss.

The EPA want to sit down
tomorrow morning at 10:00.

Alright.

Stuyler needs to, uh, work up dossiers

on every single member of that team.

Left it on the charger, sir.

Thank you.

Our share price is down three...

My driver, he died
right in front of me.

Carter, I assure you

the Governor is deeply troubled
about what's happened.

He wanted Detective Cole
and I to personally tell you

- that every effort...
- Every effort?

We know who did this. The Green Tide.

They want me dead.

And now they've killed an innocent man.

All of the Green Tide suspects
were in custody...

I doubt you managed to round up

every crazy person
who backed their agenda.

And I doubt they're the only people

with an axe to grind.

Curious that the Governor's
wherever he is

and you're here to handle me.

I saw the damage at the refinery
firsthand...

watched oil burn over the bay
that our citizens love.

I'm determined
to see the guilty punished.

What an impressive sound bite.

I wonder... is that
the Governor's agenda

- or your own?
- Hey, you...

Carter.

What a relief to see you in one piece.

Doctor.

Mr. Eastland has suffered

a traumatic attempt on his life.

As his personal physician,
I need to examine him

before I can allow
any more questioning.

Doctor's orders.

Thank you.

What was that?

You're supposed to be the politician.

Keep me in the loop.

Ahead of your new friends, okay?

Okay, I'm asking.

How did you get Eastland's
personal login details?

I knew you wanted to know.

You were trying to act all cool,

like you didn't want to,
like it didn't matter.

Most business types use visual cues

from around their offices
for their passwords.

His boat is called Only Child.

Racing car... number 9 on his desk,

and a star doodad.

Okay, so OnlyChild9Star...

Carter Eastland's password.

Hm.

We find something,

- and it's gonna...
- You find something.

I'm drinking wine.

Huh.

Well, the magic will be

coming up with legit reasons
to run FBI backgrounders

since you often equal
inadmissible evidence.

Why? Because I'm
an unconvicted criminal?

Look at us, though.

Huh?

Fun, right?

A little like the old days.

Minus the part

where you were pretending to be a crook

and me actually being one.

Now you're pretending to be police

and me being one.

Look at you.

Getting back into it, Mr. FBI.

Getting a compliment from you
was my entire motivation.

Seems a little angry.

Can't I just say something nice?

Geez.

Yeah, sorr... sorry. It's, um...

Yeah, I-it's...

I'm just not used... used to, um...

Wait a second.

Go back one.

Ah, look at that.

Long sleeves in 80 degrees.

You remember the Billabong Tahiti Pro?

Uh, you came fifth.

Yes, because I broke into a safe

the night before to steal some jewelry

and I cut my arm wide open.

I had to wear a long-sleeve rash guard

in 90 percent humidity
to cover the wound on my arm.

Jakinda Sala did a
maintenance inspection

of the refinery three days ago.

Well, how about that?

We're gonna need more.

There's not enough evidence
to haul her in.

Aah!

Heard you were a good thief.

Once.

Burns on your arm?

Bombs will do that to you, huh?

I never make the same mistake twice.

Amazing. Just... amazing.

- And you waited till now to tell me?
- Okay, I survived

a cage fight with a trained killer.

I needed a night to myself.

A little ice pack,

a little nursing-my-wounds
kind of thing.

- You know what I'm saying?
- Why did you even

go in in the first place, alone?

Because I knew that you and Jake

would mess around
with all that cop stuff...

warrants, evidence.

- We didn't have time.
- Due process... such a drag.

I wanted to see
if I was right about her.

Well, that's as good a reason as any

to break into an apartment
and almost get killed.

Would you just take a look at this?

Please?

I think she might have something to do

with the bombs at the refinery.

Elidi Carras.

Three years ago,
she was arrested by San Diego P.D.

on two charges of arson

and willful destruction of property.

Judgment vacated.

The property she torched was purchased

by Eastland Empire and is now the site

of the second-biggest
casino in California.

She was a bomb thrower
for Carter Eastland back then,

whether he knew it or not.

And now, suddenly, three years later,

she shows up on his corporate team

vetted by Richard Stuyler,
your new buddy.

I think you're trusting
the wrong people.

People have been doubting me
since I took this job.

They think I'm only here
because of my sister.

But if you're one of those people,

then that's a problem.

If you think I'm one of those people,

that's a problem.

I...

Hey.

Um...

I need to ask a favor.

Burning out the competition
to gain a casino.

That's such old mobster stuff, huh?

And besides, you've got way
more money than they ever did.

- What's the point?
- Hey, hey,

I'm here voluntarily,

without the benefit
of an attorney present

because you said you had
important new information.

As Jakinda Sala,

she managed to infiltrate
your entire security apparatus

and get close enough to you
that you ought to be dead.

Does that not make you wonder
about your Mr. Stuyler?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you hired a mercenary
to head your security team.

He kills people for money.

Imagine the price for a guy like you.

Okay, that's preposterous.

Why am I still talking to you?

As opposed to Detective Cole?

It is still his case, is it not?

Not anymore.

Carras is a Federal target.

Which means the FBI

is also interested in the refinery now.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Mr. Eastland will no longer

make himself available for questioning.

You lawyering up now?

This your idea? Or is it his?

Well, you hire good people,
you take their guidance.

Uh-huh. Uh, just a minute.

Come here.

Yeah?

- What are you doing?
- You saw the file.

His life is in danger.

I'm ordering the protection detail.

Or are you just playing
into Stuyler's game?

Great.

I will just add your name
to the list of people

who don't think I know what I'm doing.

You know, I liked you better
when you were the town drunk.

Me too.

Lucky for both of us,
probably just a phase.

Hey, Ana.

- What's this?
- Something I shouldn't have.

Something I never did have,
as a matter of fact.

Why are you giving it to me?

Because you got it illegally

and you can't give it
to Wyatt or Jake yourself.

Let's just say

that's why we have you.

We both know you're
a very curious person.

I wonder what's inside.

Answer your damn phone, Jake.

Take a damn hint, Cat.

Nico Carras... Elidi's brother.

Shot and killed

by San Diego SWAT
executing a search warrant.

It says here that police
were working off

an anonymous tip
from the 692 area code.

That's the Reef.

Elidi goes off the grid
for a couple of years,

turns up as Jakinda Sala,

who nobody on the Reef,
including Eastland,

has ever laid eyes on.

As her revenge,
she bombs Eastland's refinery

and makes it look like
it was someone else.

That's why the bomb was so smart...

put the focus on The Green Tide

while she went after Carter Eastland.

Stuyler must've made the connection.

That's why he dragged him out the door.

To protect Eastland from Elidi.

Jake, Wyatt is with them.

That means he's right
in Elidi's cross hairs.

- RPD can track him.
- I'm coming with you.

You sure this location
wasn't published?

Yeah. Plus, I made another reservation

at another hotel as cover

- that I did release.
- Good.

I got four men on the inside,
two on the outside.

She comes, she won't make it
past the front door.

See, I'm here to make an arrest,

not give you an alibi for a hit.

Everybody down now!

Nobody shoot!

Are you really ready to die today?

How about you, Detective?

Prepared to meet your maker?

Not really.

But I'm not putting my gun down,
either, Jakinda.

It's Elidi, by the way.

Elidi, you don't have to do this.

Neither do you, Detective.

Don't have a choice.

Hello, Carter.

Don't look so surprised.

I suppose if there was
anything I had you wanted,

you would have asked for it by now.

People always say they want revenge.

But it's not want.

It's need...

deep, unquenchable need

to see your life forfeited
for my brother's.

You have one minute to leave.

Looks like she's already here.

We'll deal with him later.

This is not a drill.

Hey!

I'm so sorry.

I have no idea what it is
I'm supposed to have done.

Cut the head of the snake.

All your problems go away with it.

That bomb takes you with me.

Yeah.

That's the general idea.

I should've died that night
instead of my brother.

You and your friends should leave.

Last chance to leave.

This hasn't anything to do
with any of you.

Leave now.

Wish I could.

Why?

'Cause his life is worth
more than all of yours?

Is his life worth more than yours?

I don't think so.

See, I don't think that bomb is real.

That vest got you in here,

but you have another way out,
don't you?

Counting down.

- 15...
- Bomb and a knife.

...14...

Come on. I know a bluff when I see one.

...13...

A bomb was okay when you thought

- you could walk away from it...
- 12...

...and then you killed the driver.

- ...11...
- Right?

...10, 9...

- You didn't want him to die...
- 8...

He was collateral damage.

- That's why the knife.
- ...7...

The knife, you can control.

...6...

5...

- It's up close.
- ...4...

- It's personal.
- ...3...

- Look at me.
- ...2...

Killing him won't bring
your brother back.

Shut up!

I told you... she was bluffing.

I...

You don't know that.

She came here to kill Eastland.

You're trusting the wrong people.

You don't get to judge me.

Well, it's not my judgment
you have to worry about now.

This is a crime scene.

You should leave.

Those tacos you like so much.

And you don't.

Ah!

Have you heard from Wyatt?

Uh, not since
the post-shooting interview.

- Why?
- They said he asked for a few days off.

He isn't answering his phone.

It's not like him.

Should I be worried?

Uh, the last thing
Wyatt wants right now

is for somebody to ask him
if he's okay.

He'll be there when he's ready.

Do you think that...

What, that he jumped the trigger

to prove something to himself, to us?

I don't know.

Jakinda was armed.

It was justified.

But dead bombers don't tell no tales.

This is not why you're here, is it?

You got a Band-Aid you want to rip off.

Cat and I.

Mm.

We were it.

When she thought I was a
crook, when she,

found out I was a cop.

It was real.

Brutal.

But we got each other out alive.

And there's still something there.

Yeah.

Something's still there.

But that something...

...isn't...

what you think it is.

I'm exactly where I want to be.

Hey, before you sit down,

I should let you know

that by the time the sun comes up,

I'll just be a memory.

Not looking for any commitments?

No.

I'm definitely a...

"for now" kind of girl.

For now works.

- Can I buy you another drink?
- Sure.

Vodka, straight.

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