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Boys. We got a contender here.

Yeah? You think?

- Oh, dude. - What?

- No chance. - What? Come on.

I'm going for it.

Watch and learn, boys.

I'm going in.

Hey. How you doing tonight?

Can I buy you a drink? - I already have one.

No, I mean, like, a real drink.

Hey, Mia.

Mia, can we get this lady here some Grand-Dad?

- No, no. - On me.

No. I--I'm good.

I'm--I'm meeting somebody.

Oh. You don't look like it.

So, uh, Valerie, how--

- Dude. What the hell? - Sorry.

Sorry. That's my bad.

Look, I'm not interested, okay?

So please just leave me alone.

I could. I could.

Or, um, I could take you home

and help you get out of those wet clothes.

You're disgusting.

I have to go.

Whoa.

See that move right there?

Pete, come on.

There's plenty more where that came from.

Listen, how about you and me go out there and--

Move your ass, loser.

Nice.

You bring both things?

Just relax. We're okay.

Hey, bitch.

I ain't paying for that glass.

Who's this?

You were supposed to come alone.

I did--it's just some drunk guy from the bar.

I mean it! Get your ass back in there!

- Get off me! - Hey. Let go of her!

What the hell was that?

You two making some kind of deal here?

- It's none of your business. - Well, it is now.

Give me the money.

Drugs too.

Look, that's not what this is.

What, do you think I'm kidding here?

Give it!

He saw our faces. Go!

Get out of here!

My God. Woody, what are you doing?

- Ask you the same thing. - Are you stalking me?

Whatever you're up to, I suggest you go now.

How's work?

It's good. Good.

I mean, I'm not sure anyone even likes me at work.

I mean, who likes their boss, right?

I've been through two new agents since Kristin left,

but I finally found a replacement for her.

Her name is Nina Chase.

She starts today.

Good.

I know that's been weighing on you.

It was actually my team's idea.

She used to work for another FBI squad upstairs.

So she knows how we roll,

and I don't have to break her in.

I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner.

Although...

What?

When I met with her yesterday, she--

she said something that kind of put me off.

She asked if Kristin's leaving had anything to do with me.

I guess I just didn't care for the tone of Nina's question.

It was like she was implying something about me.

You have been going through a lot lately

with the documentary on your brother's case coming out.

That's personal.

It's never affected my work, ever.

Okay. I believe you.

So we've covered work, your mother,

the Jets having a terrible season.

Mm. Terrible.

What am I missing?

Something is obviously on your mind.

Yeah.

Um...

What's that?

These are all to Corey.

- Your nephew. - Yeah.

I've been sweeter than pineapple juice to this kid,

and he's never replied to me.

Remy, he's a fourth-year medical student, right?

I'm sure he's just busy. - I don't think so.

We've been talking on the phone every now and then

up until a month ago, and now he's ghosting me.

A month ago is when the documentary came out.

Has he seen it?

I don't know. Maybe.

It could have triggered him again.

He could just be processing.

Yeah.

I mean, he doesn't even talk to his own mother anymore.

I wanted to be there for him

so we could process it together.

We're family.

You want my advice?

It's kind of what I'm paying you for.

Technically, you are family,

but it was a pretty big bomb you dropped in his lap

when you told him about Mikey.

Trauma is fluid.

It ebbs and flows, and everyone reacts to it differently.

My point is, I don't think this has anything to do with you.

Try not to take it personally.

So what do I do?

- Nothing. - Nothing.

You're gonna have to give him his space.

Just wait for him to come to you.

You're gonna have to be patient.

Is that him? Is that Corey?

No.

Someone named Barnes.

He says a case just came in.

She.

I gotta go.

Knock, knock.

There she is.

Nina Chase is in the building.

I got the Bat-call, so I came straight to the Batcave.

You look great. How's the baby?

Thank you. Wonderful.

Sleeps wonderfully, doesn't talk back, unlike his dad,

and everything's wonderful.

I have my stuff.

Where's my desk?

- You have a locker, no desk. - Yeah.

The only person with a station around here is Hana.

- Very special. - Yes, you are.

Nice to see you.

Good to see you too.

This is all very exciting.

Morning, everybody.

Welcome, Nina. - Thanks.

Catch me up to speed.

Murder and abduction

outside a bar in Salisbury, Virginia last night.

DOA on the left is Pete Sky, 42, unemployed.

Missing woman on the right is Valerie Watkins.

Case is ours 'cause she's a federal employee,

works for NASA at their flight control

facility on Wallops Island.

Anybody see it happen?

One of Pete's friends, Jud.

He said that Pete and Valerie were at the bar talking.

They went outside. He heard two gunshots.

He ran out with another buddy.

That's when they saw Pete dead on the ground.

They also saw a Toyota registered to Valerie

driving away with a white male in the backseat yelling at her.

Said she looked like she was terrified.

What's the relationship between Pete and Valerie?

Unknown.

Could it have to do with Valerie's work?

Valerie's cell is off,

and she didn't show up for work today.

And the BOLO is out on the Toyota.

Virginia State Police are currently searching

the 45-mile stretch between Salisbury

and Wallops Island. - All right.

Let's hit the road and get some answers.

You three take the crime scene.

Nina and I will go see Valerie's coworkers at NASA.

Hey. Let me see your phone.

Sure. What's up?

I'm gonna transfer you everyone's contacts.

Apologies in advance for Ray's picture.

- What? - This should be interesting.

That's her, but I don't know what Jud was talking about.

She wasn't hanging out with Pete.

She was trying to get him to leave her alone.

He wouldn't stop hitting on her, and it was gross.

So they didn't know each other?

No, but that never stopped Pete before.

He was a pain in the ass, especially when he was drunk.

We got two 40-caliber shell casings

and the knife that Pete was holding.

Now, he must have pulled it out to fight off the attack,

but there's no blood on it.

Any luck on video?

So one cam inside got the two of them at the bar,

but there's nothing here.

I'm gonna check the street cams.

Anything else you can think of that might help us?

I do remember she seemed nervous.

She said she was meeting somebody.

Who?

I have no idea.

Okay. Thank you.

Valerie is a good employee--

quiet, works hard, just does her job.

Which is what?

IT integration specialist.

She makes sure the software in our launch vehicles

interface properly with the payloads we deliver.

Are those payloads government or military?

No. We're a third-tier facility.

It's mostly mundane stuff like weather balloons

and low-orbit satellites for our private sector clients.

Why do you ask?

Just trying to figure out if Valerie's abduction

is related to her job.

Can't imagine...

Hi. I'm Special Agent Nina Chase.

I'm Alison.

Thanks for your time, Alvin.

Did you know Valerie?

Yeah, she was my best friend here at work.

Okay, do you mind if we ask you some questions?

Sure.

This is Alison. She knows Valerie.

What can you tell us about her?

Well, she's nice, and she's smart,

but she's also kind of private.

So...

Listen, we need to find Valerie, and fast,

so anything that you can tell us.

It's okay.

She's been going through a really rough time lately--

money problems, a sick sister,

but mostly her boyfriend, Woody.

Val's been talking about breaking up with him,

but she's been too afraid.

Is he violent?

I wouldn't put it past him.

Look, I don't know his last name

or where he lives, but he runs a crab boat

for some rich guy around here.

It's called the "Ann Blanche."

Val's always talking about how bad he stinks.

Excuse me a second.

Hey, Ray. What's up?

Divers found a vehicle submerged in the pond

by Pocomoke Creek right off of Highway 13.

Is it the Toyota?

Yeah, they're pulling in the tow rig now.

Look, we're pulling up

to Val's last known, so you're closer.

We'll take it, and circle back.

- All right. - Can you do me a favor?

Text Hana.

Tell her about the boyfriend and have her check

the "Ann Blanche's" registration

with Fish and Game. Done.

Okay, Nina Chase. I see you.

You screwed up, Travis.

Valerie saw you shoot that man.

Just calm down and quit stressing me out.

It has been 12 hours.

What if she went to the police?

After what she sold us, no way.

She's probably halfway to Mexico by now.

We just stick with the plan and wait for Caploe.

It's Valerie. - Don't answer.

She could be with the cops.

Hello.

I don't know who you are

or what you're up to with my girlfriend,

but I do know I'm sitting here with 100,000 cash in my hands,

and my guess is, there's more where that came from.

You've got the wrong number.

I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

Oh, yeah?

Two to the gut right after he drew the knife.

You ran off in a red Toyota, license plate 3X5TC21.

I made sure to write it down.

Where's Valerie?

Don't worry about her.

I want another 100K in cash,

or I tell the cops what I saw.

That's gonna take time.

You have one hour. Text me when you have it.

We don't have another 100K in cash.

We don't need it, Millie.

We just say that we have it, and we arrange a meetup.

What, you gonna shoot him too?

No. Caploe will take care of it.

He's the boss.

He'll handle it.

- What have we got? - Whole lot of nothing.

Passenger compartment and trunk were empty.

No body and no personal effects

like a phone, purse, or ID either.

- Windows were already down? - Yeah.

Divers are about to search the creek bottom

to see if anything fell out when we pulled it.

All right. Thanks.

Where the hell is she?

Talk to me.

Tire tracks, probably from the getaway vehicle.

Your shadow's in the way.

Stance is wider than normal, and so are the tracks.

Claw pattern tread bar impression.

I mean, based on that and these spin-outs,

I'm guessing we're looking for a Jeep or a truck,

four-wheel drive with aftermarket off-road tires

that are worn way down.

Jubal teach you all that?

I know cars. It's kind of my thing.

Barnes told me that Pete was harassing Valerie,

so maybe we got this wrong.

Maybe the boyfriend was here to pick her up.

They shot Pete, took off, and ditched the car here.

So Valerie is an accomplice, not a victim.

I don't know. Maybe.

Hana, the Toyota is empty, and Valerie's still missing.

We ID'd her boyfriend.

His name's Elwood McCarron.

He has priors for assault and theft.

He wasn't at his last known, but his crab boat's

registered to a slip at Watts Bay Marina.

We're on our way now. - All right.

Send me the address and check to see if this guy owns

any kind of Jeep or truck.

We'll meet you there. - Copy that.

Ray and Barnes with me.

You two cover the docks just in case he tries to run.

Elwood McCarron.

FBI.

He's got a gun.

Stop. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey. You guys all right?

Yeah. He's dead meat.

Remy, over here.

That's Valerie.

Hey, guys.

I got a laptop here.

Looks like Woody was on it.

I got three text messages.

"I have it.

"Meet 2:30, Clarkston Ave, Salisbury.

Come alone."

Whose phone is that?

- Dead guy. - Okay.

Now we just need to figure out who the meetup is with

and what it's about.

Well, it probably has something to do with this.

Whoa.

Where'd he get all this?

Well, I doubt it's from crabbing.

You wanna respond?

Hell, yeah, I wanna respond.

Keep whoever this is on the hook.

Hana. - Yeah. I got the laptop.

Keep digging on it.

Call the coroner and wait for the ERT.

The rest of us are gonna crash this mysterious meetup.

Anybody see anything?

Negative.

I'm gonna try to flush these jokers out.

Hey. Right there.

Blue Chevy by the curb.

You guys see the guy with the phone?

All right, let's move.

We got a bogey-- blue van coming in.

Yeah, I see it.

Looks like he knows them.

Everybody, stand down.

Driver's a white male. No one in the passenger seat.

Ooh. What's going on? Is the meet off?

Hey, he's got a woman with him.

Who's that?

She has something in her hand.

Let's hit it. Move.

FBI!

Hands in the air where I can see them.

On the ground now!

Someone's in the back!

Sheryll, let me drive!

Where'd you learn to drive like this?

East Texas.

I grew up racing dirt tracks with my dad.

Hang on.

There's the van.

Bye!

Hey! Whoa!

See that? Guy's nuts! - He almost hit me!

Man.

We lost them heading north.

State police are on it with two choppers.

Sorry about that.

I would have had him, but a school bus

got in the way. - Don't apologize.

Those kids are lucky you were behind the wheel.

Anything on these two?

Married couple, Millie and Travis Chambers.

Travis had a 40-caliber on him, same as the weapon that was

used to kill Pete at the bar.

So when Valerie said she was meeting someone,

it was probably Travis. - Could be.

Ambiguous what the connection was

or why those pricks in the van would wanna kill them.

Obviously, they wanted whatever was in that envelope.

We got Travis and Millie's last known.

All right? They were in an apartment

in Snow Hill two weeks ago.

Anything else on them?

Hana's working on it.

Get the address from Ray

and go check out that apartment.

We'll get with Hana and see what she knows.

- Text me. - Yeah.

- You take care of it? - Yeah.

Those are the best I could do on short notice.

What happened?

Travis and Millie are dead?

I had to take 'em out.

Wait.

You killed them?

Why?

Because they led the Feds to us.

We are soldiers at war, Evan, and wars have casualties.

Tommy understands that.

Rico understands that.

We all have our reasons we're doing this,

and we all made the commitment.

Including you.

Cap, I know. I--

Do you remember what I said about how wars begin?

The price of aggression is cheap.

Yes.

We can love our country and not our government.

And when our government fails us, what does the patriot do?

Strikes at tyranny.

At the heart of tyranny, in a way that can't be ignored.

Travis and Millie had to be sacrificed for the cause.

But that's handled now, and we're not stopping.

We stick with the target.

We stick with the plan.

Understand?

Yes.

Good.

Now, get your bag and come on.

These are new?

Yeah, fresh off the rack.

Leave it on.

You'll know when I call.

Cap.

This is for Mallory.

I know.

Valerie had big financial problems.

She was paying for rehab for her sister

at some schmancy clinic in Boston.

Now, she was relying on a promotion and a raise at NASA

to help cover it.

But for the first time in history,

a qualified woman was overlooked for the job.

So she was really pissed.

She filed a lawsuit for discrimination,

but it got dismissed in a technicality.

So twice burned by a system

that was supposed to protect her.

Yes, and a desperate need for money.

What's Millie and Travis's connection to that?

Well, it's weird.

There really isn't any,

but they were in their own legal hell.

Have you heard of the 861ers?

Those knuckleheads, they claim

all federal income taxes should be illegal.

That was Travis and Millie.

They hadn't filed a return for 12 years.

The IRS slapped a lien on their house,

and it sold at foreclosure last month.

They lost everything.

What'd they think was gonna happen?

Still, that's three people with really big grudges

against the government.

Now, what about Woody?

Just an opportunist and a stalker.

He had all of Valerie's passwords saved on his laptop.

He was tracking her texts and emails.

My guess is that he saw something about meeting up

with Travis, he followed her there,

and he ended up way in over his head.

I mean, he's more into greed than ideology.

Laptop from Travis and Millie's,

they were all over some website called Trace Burn.

Well, that tracks.

That place is a cesspool for anti-government nuts.

Yeah, they were super active until about a month ago,

then they disappeared and joined some private

chat page that we couldn't get into.

Okay, that's because it's a crash-and-trash site.

It's like Snapchat for conspiracy nuts.

They encrypt it so that all their messages disappear.

Okay.

So I'm in the private chat room.

Well, I can't see the messages,

but it looks like there are six users.

I mean, it's safe to say that two of them

are Travis and Millie.

Driver and the shooter make four.

Who's the other two?

One could be Valerie,

if that's how she and Travis met.

I mean, maybe.

It's impossible to tell.

All of these handles are anonymous and encrypted.

It's just users one through six.

All right, whoever this is or whatever they're planning,

we're not gonna get there tonight.

Let's hit the hotel.

Start fresh in the morning.

Nina, can you hang back for a second?

- Sure. - Good night.

Yeah, good night.

- Good night. - Night.

When we met the other day, you asked if Kristin's leaving

had anything to do with me.

Yeah.

What's the question?

I'm just curious.

I've been going through some family stuff lately,

and I thought I was doing a good job of keeping it in,

but if you think it was affecting my work--

No, it wasn't that.

Then what was it?

It was a rumor.

Nina, what did you hear?

That you and Kristin had a thing outside of work.

My personal relationships

are none of your business or anyone else's.

Is that clear?

Okay.

I understand.

Yeah.

Don't hold it against me.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Will do.

In and out, fast but careful.

I know.

Won't take long.

I don't think we'll need that.

I'm not taking any chances. Go.

Hana.

Nina.

- Yeah. - I just got a call

from the National Reconnaissance Office

outside D.C.

Somebody's launched a cyber attack

on our satellite system,

and they think it might be our guys.

Okay. Why?

They traced the breach to a Space Force base

in New Hampshire.

Someone accessed one of their tracking domes

around 11:30 last night using Alvin Singh's security card.

- Who? - Oh, Valerie Watkins' boss.

Okay, so she must have stolen it

and sold it to Travis outside the bar.

Exactly.

Security also caught a Ford Taurus

outside the base a half hour later.

Two males inside reported it stolen yesterday

from a metro station parking lot

in Vienna, Virginia.

This isn't good.

Why are they hacking a satellite?

I don't know, but people are freaking out,

and we gotta get popping.

You and me and Ray, we'll go to D.C.

Nina, grab Barnes and take the metro station in Vienna.

Let's rock and roll. - Got it.

Barnes.

Up and at 'em.

Ray, meet you in the Tahoe.

I'm Director James. We spoke earlier.

What's the situation?

Not getting better.

Our cybersecurity chief is Dennis Owen.

He can brief you in the control room downstairs.

Started about 4:00 this morning.

At first, it was broad and fairly weak,

but then it became faster and more focused.

Ping after ping on these URLs,

trying to take down the system.

So it's a denial-of-service attack.

Yes, just like what the Russians did in Ukraine.

You really think it could be them?

These people were chasing--

We can't rule it out, sir.

I mean, it could be another foreign country.

It could be a bunch of terrorists

in a basement somewhere.

But right now we think they're focused on this bird

right here, Sallust 7.

What's it do?

It's an uplink booster.

It's basically a switching station to funnel

all comms through the tracking network.

In English, please.

If this gets compromised, these hackers

could potentially control any bird out there.

You take out one GPS satellite,

you lose air traffic control, marine navigation.

All banking transactions come to a halt.

But what about military satellites?

That's the real concern.

They're full of sensitive intel and operations control.

Theoretically, they could send one into dead orbit,

and we'd be out a billion bucks or so.

But worst case, they could take down

our recon imagery anywhere in the world.

Someone could launch a missile at us,

and we would never see it coming.

- Is DOD in the loop on this? - Definitely.

What about the JTTF?

They're pulling up right now.

Go find them.

We need to pool our resources here.

Okay. Where's your station?

I need to see this code.

Okay, stop right there.

Can you blow it up?

Okay. Thanks.

We got it from here.

Hey, thanks, by the way.

Remy said you and the gang

vouched for me so I could get the gig.

I really appreciate that.

Totally made sense, right?

I just didn't expect you so soon.

Didn't you have another month of maternity leave left?

Yeah.

I was ready to come back to work, though.

You're okay with leaving the baby?

Dougie's on a bottle.

We have a great nanny, and Scola's

actually a really fantastic father.

I love Jubal, but come on.

The Fugitive Task Force.

I'm not gonna miss this train.

Okay, we got a hit.

Thomas J. Hopkins, 42.

It doesn't look like the driver of the van I saw.

Uh-uh. Scroll down.

One prior for insurance fraud.

Last known residence is in Reston.

Also owns body shop in Manassas.

How about you take that, and I'll take his house?

I'll drop you off on the way and head to Manassas.

There it is again.

Sweep, pause, re-sweep, and go.

But the route adjusts every time.

What's going on?

I don't think this is a bunch of terrorists in a basement.

There is an algorithm, but it's too fast to be human.

This could be one guy with a laptop using AI,

assuming he has access to a powerful enough server.

Wait a minute, you're telling me one dude

on a computer can hack into a military satellite?

Sallust 7 is civilian. It's not military.

Most private companies rely on security through obscurity.

They haven't hardened their systems in years.

Can we stop it?

If I can capture the algorithm

and slave it to our server...

Then I can at least slow it down.

It'll be our robot against theirs.

Hey, Nina. What's up?

Nina?

There's no service down here. You gotta go upstairs.

All right. I'll be right back.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Nina. Sorry about that.

Yeah, we got an ID on one of our guys.

Name's Tommy Hopkins.

I'm at his body shop now.

Place is empty, but the van we're looking for is here.

Hana just told me this hack could be one guy and a laptop.

If it's Hopkins, we need to find him fast.

All right. I'm headed to the house now.

Barnes is there. I'll call her, okay?

Hey, hey.

Remy. Remy, what was that?

I gotta go.

Hey, we got shots fired outside the building!

- What? - Call PD and SWAT!

No, no, no, no! Secure the exits!

Move, move, move! Go, go!

Hey, no, no, no. Get--get to cover!

Ambulances too.

We got one woman down.

Repeat!

One woman down! Hurry!

I'm Eskridge. This is Miller.

He's in the building west side, up top.

Automatic weapon.

He's already reloaded twice, so he's got plenty of ammo.

The hell is going on here?

It's a diversion. All right?

There's a hack in progress in the NRO

to try to distract the staff and pull them

away from their stations.

Hey. No. Hey. No!

No, don't move, don't move!

It's coming from over there.

We got another one.

Hana, we got two shooters now.

Where the hell is SWAT?

They're about two minutes out.

You want me to come up?

No, stay where you are and focus on the hack.

Tell the director no one else leaves the building.

We don't want any more targets.

Copy that.

We gotta move.

You don't wanna wait for SWAT?

No.

Waiting never works.

We gotta engage these psychos and take them out.

Miller, you come with me, and we'll go west.

Ray, take Eskridge and go east.

We good? - Yes, sir.

Stay on comms and know your positions.

We don't want our crossfire making this any worse.

Cover us.

Hey, Nina. What's up?

All hell's breaking loose at the NRO.

Two snipers are outside shooting

at everybody they see. - What?

Where's Remy? - He and Ray are engaged.

SWAT's on the way, and there's PD everywhere.

Oh, my God.

And what about the hack?

Well, Hana said that it's still ongoing,

but she doesn't think it's a big group of people anymore.

It might just be one guy somewhere with a laptop

using AI. - One guy?

Yeah.

Well, I might know who.

Tommy Hopkins had a wife, Mallory,

who was murdered last year by a felon on early release.

He was devastated, so upset.

So was his dead wife's brother, Noah Caploe.

So I'm looking at a picture of him right now.

English professor at Colewood College.

Lots of emails between the brothers-in-law

about the government failing people

and how something has to be done about it.

I mean, the guy analyzes Chaucer.

I highly doubt that he's hacking

into a satellite system.

Unless he has help. Think about it.

There were six users in that chat room--

Travis, Millie, the two snipers.

Caploe would make five.

And whoever's helping Caploe makes six.

Okay. Where does Caploe live?

Arlington, but he's gotta be smart enough

not to hack from there. - Wait.

Hana said they would need a powerful enough server.

And who has those?

Colleges.

Colewood's only three miles away.

How close are you? - Two minutes.

Call campus PD and SWAT.

I'll be waiting for you out front.

All right.

You should have had it by now.

Told you it was gonna be complicated.

We're running out of time, Evan.

There we go.

Come to papa.

We've got it.

Get out now.

Shooter's gone.

Our guy too.

This is weird.

Where'd they go?

I don't have a clue.

Tell SWAT to secure the perimeter

and bring those emergency vehicles in.

We got wounded.

Whoa.

What the hell just happened? - I don't know.

Hana, talk to me.

All our monitors just went blank.

Agent Gibson, over here.

Remy, hang on.

What is it?

Live feed from a satellite owned

by Fairfax Power and Gas.

It was launched from Wallops Island two months ago.

Wallops Island?

That's where one of our victims lived.

Why is it showing a map?

I don't know.

- What are you doing? - It's not me.

Someone else is controlling it.

What the hell?

That's Chantilly.

That's not Chantilly.

That's--that's us. That's here.

That's this building.

They're raising the gas pressure levels.

They're gonna blow up the building.

They're gonna blow up the building!

Everybody, get out!

Everybody, get out!

- Hana, are you sure? - Yes.

They're over-pressurizing the gas lines.

Is this a secondary attack?

Yes. Go.

Get out of there.

Evacuate the area!

There's a bomb!

Everybody out!

Show me your hands!

Drop your weapon!

Ray, where are you?

- Two suspects down. - Leave 'em!

Get the hell out of there!

What's that noise?

I don't know.

Everybody out!

Come on!

Move, move, move!

Caploe's not in his office.

He's down there.

Door's locked, and he's not responding.

All right. Let's go.

Time to breach.

FBI! Hands in the air!

Stop the hack.

I can't.

I got him.

Yes, you can. Do it now.

Hana, we found them.

They're on a laptop, but I can't get the program to stop.

Forget the program.

Cut the server connection. - I did.

It's not working.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Come on. - Wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Here.

Okay.

Okay. Step back. Step back.

Yeah? Hana?

Hang on.

Hana, I think we did it.

The pressure's not going up anymore.

Hey.

You sure?

Guys, the gas company says the pressure's going down.

We did it.

Oh, thank God.

Okay.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm good. I'm good.

Hopefully, they don't send us the bill for that.

Get his ass out of here.

That the student who did the hacking?

Yeah. Computer major from Wisconsin.

Caploe met him at an anti-government campus protest

and radicalized him like all the rest.

This obviously wasn't the way to handle things.

But these people lost a lot--

wife, sister, house, livelihood.

Guess government by the people, for the people

wasn't for them. - Yeah.

Call a lawyer. Write to government.

Make a stand. - Yeah.

What they were trying to do wasn't a statement.

It was a manifesto.

Yeah, it was.

Caploe actually wrote it.

We found this in his office.

"Riot is the language of the unheard."

Are you serious?

Are they really trying to justify killing people

by quoting Dr. King?

Okay, well, this has been a crazy first case.

I'm famished. Does anybody wanna grab dinner?

Sure.

Don't you have a baby to get home to?

He'll already be asleep, and Scola's on daddy duty, so.

I could use some food and a drink.

Or 20.

I'm gonna go roller skating with Cora, so.

It's cool, all right? - Okay.

What about you, boss?

You know, I'm late for my disco spin class.

So I'm gonna head out with Ray.

You ladies have fun.

Make bad decisions.

Hey, Corey. How you doing?

Uh, good.

I was, um--

I was sleeping.

What's going on?

I haven't heard from you in a while.

I figured I'd stop by and check out your place.

Mind if I come in?

Oh, wow.

Neat freak, huh?

Well...

Med school diet.

They've been running me pretty ragged lately.

Yeah, I figured as much,

so I got you some mortadella and Boursin cheese

from Tarantino's Deli.

Slap it on this fresh bread here

with a little Dijon and tomato--mmm.

Make you wanna kiss your grandma.

Thanks.

So listen, Corey--

Look, I know why you're here.

I'm sorry I didn't respond to your texts.

I've just been really busy.

Too busy for family?

Remy, we're not family.

I barely know you.

I regret not knowing your father.

I wish I knew him better,

but he was my brother,

and I loved him.

I'm not gonna make that same mistake twice.

This isn't about you.

Look, the only real family member

I've ever had was my mother,

and she lied to me about every single

important thing in my life.

She was just trying to protect you.

I don't need protection.

I'm a grown man just trying to live my life, okay?

I don't need a friend or a mentor or a father figure

or whatever the hell this is that you're trying to do.

Don't you wanna know your own father, who he was?

No.

What's the point?

The point is, I see a lot of him in you,

and you should be proud of that.

You just said that you didn't know him.

He had a good heart, Corey.

Oh, good for him.

I don't care.

Well, you should.

Whoa.

You're left-handed, just like your old man was.

You need to go.

Come on, Corey.

No, I'm serious.

I have a double shift on peds in the morning,

and I've got a lot of studying to do.

Please.

I'm tired, Remy.

I'm not going anywhere,

and there's nothing you can do about it.

So get used to it.

You got my number.