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This is Clay Voss. We serve together as platoon leaders in the regiment.

Wait, what do you do again?

Pyramid security.

More like corporate SVNF.

Someone used your app to set up a third bomb attack today.

I know you think that you owe him because he saved your life.

You don't know the full story. I don't need to.

I just don't want to see you backed into a corner you can't get out of. Make him

your CI.

You will give me any and all intel on the app that endangers public safety,

understood? You are my confidential informant.

15 campus visits this fall and not a state fool in the bunch.

Take out that second mortgage. College tuition ain't cheap. I give my daughter

the world, but damn, she hate me or something?

Who's in charge? Who's in charge?

You! Where?

On the left.

Hurry!

Let's go!

Here.

Go go go go!

You've been thinking of the practice rounds, then?

Yeah. Clay found out I had my firearms quals coming up, so he's been dragging

down to the range. Doesn't want me to embarrass myself.

Sounds like a good friend.

Uh, did you hear back from the court?

Yeah. They officially approved Ella's guardianship transfer.

She moves in with her uncle soon.

Oh.

Maggie, that's a big change.

Yeah.

It's what's best for Ella.

What about for you?

Honestly, I'd rather just keep shooting right now.

Okay, I'm here if you want to talk. I know.

Come on, go again?

Mm.

Guess not.

Breaking into a secure air cargo facility at JFK.

Cameras everywhere.

It's an impossible job.

There's got to be at least 60 shell casings here.

223s. They were using assault rifles. These guys aren't messing around,

I didn't care about casualties either.

Special Agent Bell, incident?

Yeah. Thanks for getting down here quick.

What do you have for us? Three shooters, one driver.

They came in hard.

Efficient. They knew what they were looking for.

Were you able to identify the assailants yet? No. They left four dead.

Including three federal agents.

Did you know them?

Yeah, I know them.

I know their families.

And I've still got to notify them.

We can handle that. No, no, no. I should do it.

It's the right thing.

How'd they get into the airport?

Talked to the shipping manifest.

Not as hard as you'd think. They got waved in at the gate.

The security camera at the gate didn't catch anything?

Driver knew how to avoid the security camera. And the truck's plates were

covered in soot. Okay, so the truck was a Trojan horse.

Whatever they took, they needed three men to load it onto the truck. You said

they knew what they were looking for. What were they after?

We don't know. You don't know?

No. Secure air shipment from Zurich landed three hours ago.

Cleared customs multiple levels above my head. Well, if you don't know, who

would?

God, this is so... I'm sorry. I just never had 25 mil in Gold Bullion

stolen before.

Yeah, no, it's the first time for us, too.

So you want to tell us why he was sitting at JFK? That's the grandma's

Mr... Danny Chun.

I work for a hedge fund, Second Point Capital.

I pitched a trade to my boss. Gold hedge against market volatility. I know,

complicated finance stuff.

Executed a bullion purchase agreement with the bank in, what, Switzerland?

That imported stateside, right?

Mm -hmm.

Yeah, you can't hedge gold if you don't have it on hand.

When'd you execute the deal, Danny?

Two days ago, 10 a .m. GMT. Seller gone the first flight they could.

I'm sorry, you're saying any international flight could have millions

bars in the cargo hold?

Banks have to transport bullion somehow, and we insure the shipment. Keep the

circle of people who know about it small for security.

If so few people know about it, had to be an inside job.

What, you think that I... No, I had nothing to do with this.

Spot price of gold dropped in the pre -market hours that day.

Your trade's a loser, right?

Insurance claim over for the full value?

That puts you back in the black and then some. No, no, no, no. I would never.

I've been working... Four people are dead, Mr. Chun.

We're going to need the names of every person that works at your firm that knew

this shipment was coming in today. Every detail.

The bank, the insurance.

We're clear?

Yeah, I'll get it to you.

All right, folks, look alive. We have a brazen and deadly heist carried out in

broad daylight. And working theory is this was an inside job. We could video

truck yet.

Trying. Hundreds an hour passed by on the Van Wick Expressway outside of JFK.

We're narrowing it down. We'll keep working. So, inside job. Who on the

had intel on the gold shipment? Well, the details of the gold shipment were

closely held inside Second Point Capital. According to Chun, only two

inside the fund were aware of the shipment, including the CEO.

Three, including Chun, right? And we checked him out.

Uh, in process.

Skolas scared him good. Chun offered up his phone, logins, all of it. We're

digging in. Yeah.

Doesn't feel like he knew. What about the CEO?

Well, that guy's worth $475 million, so he doesn't need the money.

Well, there could be some motivation in terms of protecting his company's bottom

line from the bad gold trade, but that does not seem likely. So tell me about

the other one who had inside knowledge.

Caleb Boyles, 41, the portfolio manager.

Nine -year employee, makes good money on the partner track, too.

So why rip off his employer?

Acts to grind.

Pulling up his credit file.

Yeah, no, he's leveraged a second mortgage on the Hamptons house past due

So he could see this as an easy score to pay his debt. That tracks.

He didn't badge in for work today either.

Boyles' phone is pinging at the private jet terminal at Teterboro.

Port Authority, don't let that plane leave the ground.

What's going on here, really?

You pulled me off that jet like a criminal.

I've been questioned by the SEC before. They came to my office, and they didn't

get the FBI involved.

Two days ago, your fund executed a gold hedging strategy.

Gold hedge? I never heard of that.

Danny Chun's deal.

Ran it through the fund manager, I thought.

I mean, if he did, it was some kind of state secret.

Which is weird. I mean, he doesn't need to clear any of his trades. He's got his

own book of business.

He can do what he wants.

Okay, we're talking about 25 million in gold bullion that was stolen from JFK

this morning.

Thieves screaming hot.

Four people are dead.

Oh, my God.

Why didn't you badge in for work this morning, Mr. Boyle?

I was sneaking away to play some golf with clients in South Carolina.

Yeah. Maybe you were getting ready to bounce out of the country. It's the

I had nothing to do with this.

why would I steal from the hand that pays me an obscene amount of money?

All right, so Boyle's alibi checks out. His flight was chartered to South

Carolina for an investor meeting. So what are we missing here? He said Danny

Chung's gold trade might have been made in secret. Yes, he did. That was

suspect.

Something fishy is going on at this firm. It would be nice to get a wire up

their phones. Whoever set this up will make a mistake.

I'm going to make a call.

Jubal? Yeah? Got a hit on the truck.

Okay, great.

Eyes up.

Now, here's a truck headed west to JFK just before the height.

And here it is heading east from JFK immediately after.

See these shiny new holes punched in the truck siding?

Pulling holes.

Very good.

Can we track it? Already on it.

Okay.

Yep.

Here we go. Where are they pulling and where is that? Got it. Industrial

lot, East Garden City.

Okay, here's our crew.

You gonna take your mask off for me, buddy?

Give us a shot of facial rec.

Take that as a no.

All right, get Maggie and O .A. down to that parking lot.

They picked a good dump spot, had enough time to burn itself out.

There's no way we're gonna get DNA or fingerprints out of that cab.

So they capped the security camera, moved the gold to a second vehicle.

I doubt any witnesses drove by.

There's no other cameras around either.

It's scratched the vehicle identification number off.

They've done this before to whoever they are.

All right, call ERT.

Get them down here. Maybe they can get a thievin off the engine block.

Jubal, a box truck was reported stolen 36 hours ago from a moving company in

Harlem. It was street parked overnight.

Easy target for our rip crew. Any street cams? The location, maybe we can ID our

truck. The actual theft's in a blind spot, but it does reappear around here.

Still, no good angles, so I think we'll have to make one.

Now, for a second, the truck is opposite to the smoke shop window when it makes

a right turn.

Might be able to peel off a reflection like this.

New England for a bonus?

That should be enough for facial rec, yeah? Yep.

He doesn't pop in the FBI databases.

Jewel, he's on Interpol.

His name is Samuel Baptiste, leader of a violent Haitian rip crew known as Baz

Codd 6.

We've been hunting for him for over two years.

And how did he sneak into the U .S.? He must have used a false passport to slip

into pole surveillance. That is our failing.

Well, he's our problem now.

The Baptiste crew hits high -value targets.

The proceeds fund the gang insurrection against the Haitian government.

Port -au -Prince is the war zone these days, thanks to people like them.

In other words, these guys can inflict a lot of pain with 25 mil.

No, they had to have local resources to pull off a job like this.

Yes, our intel shows Baptiste has a cousin in New York named Rose Gerard.

Yep, got an address.

Cousin owns a house out in Suffolk County, and she's got priors.

Baptiste's gang could be based there.

Approach with extreme caution.

Ascult 6 has been known to take hostages.

Copy. SWAT is in position, Maggie.

We don't have visual confirmation on Baptiste.

There was only one way to find out.

Skully, you got movement?

Negative. Nothing out back.

We need to move while we have the advantage.

Okay. Let's do this.

Single point of entry, breach from the front. And remember, Baptiste doesn't

work alone. Expect multiple hostiles.

Copy. On the move.

Got a body.

Looks like that's Heath.

Got some more.

Got from the hedge fund.

Danny, John?

Yeah.

Clay.

Clear. Bedroom's clear. Clear. Get to the kitchen.

Oh, my God.

Gold's gone.

Yeah, they took out the whole crew, too.

Who are they?

That's what we've got to figure out.

Hey, guys.

Confirmed. The guns in the basement were a match for the JFK heist. Okay, we got

a positive ID on Baptiste, too.

We interviewed Danny Chun earlier.

Guess that answers who the inside man was at Second Point Capital.

Why put this in motion at all?

It's got to be a tale as old as time, right?

Greed?

We got a burner here.

Dark web.

Yeah. That's how John was communicating with the Haitians the whole time. That's

how we set it up. So who ripped off this crew?

It was more than one person.

See these four zip -tied, single shot to the head, precise.

With 9mm.

But Baptiste over here was shot multiple times in the doorway, not tied up.

Nothing. Okay.

Yeah, there's .357 SIG here. You got .45s over in this corner. I mean, these

guys unloaded.

Three different guns, multiple shooters.

We're dealing with the rival crew.

Okay, so the bigger fish get a drop on this crew, tie them up, but Baptiste

arrives late.

Big fish take him out. Right.

That's what the crime scene says.

Well, this rival crew, they're not ruthless like Baptiste.

No, you're right. Why zip tie the Haitians if you're just going to murder

Plan was to grab the gold and go, but before they can even get in and out.

Baptiste surprises them, now they've got to kill everybody.

Right, so there'd be no witnesses.

Well, they'll likely regret what they were forced to do.

They're gonna be spinning out.

Maybe they'll make a mistake.

Hopefully.

I need to get some air.

Clay, what the hell were you doing at my crime scene? Hey, take it easy,

brother.

Same thing as you, following the lead.

I didn't kill those guys.

Yeah, if I thought you did, you'd be in a cell at 26 Fed right now.

I know how I got there, Clay. How about you?

Uh, second point capital, hedge fund.

They hired Pyramid to figure out who in their house was leaking details of the

gold shipment.

So you were trailing Danny Chung.

Tracked him right to the house. I went in, saw what you saw, honest.

OK. You want to have an honest conversation, have your pyramid goon

Look, oh, I'm your informant, right?

We can do this case together.

No. You tell me everything you know right now.

What? You want to find out? Oh, boy.

Where's the gold, Clay?

Hey, man, listen, if I knew that, I'd be spending my bonus right now, man. Okay,

you want to keep telling jokes? I'm sure the AUSA would love to crawl right up

your... All right, all right. All right, look.

On the level. I got to the house. Those dudes had just been smoked. One of them

still had a little life in him. He told me they knew we were here.

That's it?

That's it. I swear.

Last words of the island accent.

So they were under surveillance.

Yeah, I sweeped the place myself, but...

Your German got it locked up pretty tight over there.

Okay. One last thing. Your weapon.

For real? Oh, yeah.

You met with Clay.

Oh, wait.

So you called a private meeting with a potential suspect.

Off book.

He's not a potential suspect.

It's not your call to make. He handed over his weapon ballistics with clearing

it now. That is not the actions of a guilty man. And I checked it with the

fund. They confirmed they hired pyramid security to do an internal

investigation.

Isabelle needs to know.

All this.

Of course she does, but she is going to tell you the same thing. Clay is more

valuable in play than he is in the penalty box.

Pretty good -looking device.

Well, parts are off the shelf.

Luckily, black market.

Similar to the land phone in tech.

This one transmits using radio frequency, so we're talking about a

300 feet max.

All right, so it has to be close. Maybe a nearby house, right? Or a car with an

aftermarket antenna.

Right. No cameras on this street. I got one on the next street over.

Okay.

Yeah, this... Nation wagon. It's got the right antenna to receive a low -range

transmission. Yeah, okay. Can we scrub it, rewind it, see if you can see the

owner? Yeah.

Okay, here we go. Yeah, rewind.

Pause it there.

Zoom in there.

That should be enough, yeah?

Yep. Got a hit. Comes back to a woman out of Patchogue.

Makes organic honey.

Name is Laura Thompson.

Just a hunch, but I'm thinking a Long Island beekeeper did not take out an

entire Haitian rip crew.

Everything okay?

Oh, yeah, no, it's just a daycare snafu.

Nina's on it.

Hmm.

She takes care of things, huh?

Um, yeah, some of them, you know.

Today it's our turn.

We're partners.

Are you profiling me right? No.

We got movement.

Her boyfriend's the big fish.

And he's got a badge.

Jubal.

You know that Haitian rip crew?

I think they might have been taken out by a cop.

Lettieri was the leader of an elite four -person special operations gang unit

for nine years. They ran their own ops without any direct supervision.

Detectives John Ladoit, Brian Jones, and Debbie Whittle, all decorated officers

in Suffolk County. They have a laundry list of successful busts against local

gangs, stellar performance reviews, commendations, no red flags.

Is there any chance this bug is part of a legitimate investigation?

Well... I checked in with Suffolk County. No active warrants on that

it is a site of suspected gang activity where Letary's squad has multiple

investigations. Yeah, it's still possible Letary's team covertly placed

unauthorized listening device in there to develop intel to push their cases

forward. Until what, a jackpot lands in their lap?

Why else wouldn't they come forward after the shooting?

We still do not have the why.

We're missing something.

Listen, these are elite police officers we're running down.

We've got to get it right. Can we get up on our phones, do you think?

We don't have enough for a warrant.

All right, so what about Lydia's girlfriend? We pick her up, we brace

maybe she gives us something that cracks us open.

Yeah, all right, get her off the street.

Quietly, do not let her tip her boyfriend off. Yeah.

No, there's no way John's connected to any of you. Here's how this works, Ms.

Thompson. You can cooperate, or you can become the subject of this

investigation.

John's a police officer.

I know my rights. I don't have to answer. Your car was observed

safe house two days ago.

We have you on video dropping the car off.

I have nothing to do with this. Look, you're an accessory at the very least

here. Look, what do you think, Ortiz?

You think AUSA is going to pursue federal asset forfeitures against Ms.

here? Maybe take her house?

Given the severity of the crime, yes, your car was involved.

Maybe your house and business were too.

Or you could just tell us what you know.

If your boyfriend's a decorated officer, why do this now?

Look, I'm not saying he had anything to do with this, but if John and his team

were to pull off something like this, it'd be because of that hedge fund.

Second point capital.

How so?

Five years ago, the county's pension invested in those crooks.

John was the PD rep on the investment board. He said that Second Point

them market -beating returns.

Let me guess.

They didn't deliver?

They lost the pension billions.

Of course, the hedge fund guys made out just fine.

John had plans.

Buy a boat, place in the Keys, whole nine yards, whatever.

Cheesy, but he earned it.

Second Point Capital robbed him.

Robbed all of them.

John and those guys saw a chance at payback all those years later. Well,

Wall Street pricks got what was coming to them.

Wow, a disgrace to his shield.

It's not that simple.

These officers dedicated their lives to their job, protected their community for

years, and for what?

To get ripped off by a greedy hedge fund. Right. It's not a crime to them,

justice.

Multiple murders is not justice.

I agree.

Okay, but we need hard evidence that puts these cops at the scene.

Outside shell casings.

ERT didn't recover anything at the Haitian safe house.

No DNA, no prints.

They can wipe a place clean.

This isn't going to be easy.

Okay, what if it's about what wasn't there?

Okay. But now not as a riddle? They have $25 million in stolen gold that they

can't offload until they melt it down, right? Wait a second. So they stole

something that they can't sell?

Not quickly.

Gives us a chance to get close to them before they convert it to cash and

disappear.

So go undercover with Dirty Cop?

No. They'll see us coming a mile away.

Leave that to me.

We can't use anyone from the New York field office.

It's too risky they could be recognized.

Normally, we would fly in another undercover from a different division,

backstopped, given the exigent circumstances.

We don't have that time, and that's where you come in, Mr. Voss.

Oh, running secret squirrel ops with Omar?

Hell yeah, I'm in. Clay. I'm well aware of your relationship with Special Agent

Zidane and what transpired earlier today. I also understand that you have

provided this office actionable intel and are situated to help us on this

But make no mistake.

You work for the FBI, not Pyramid Security, and you are not downrange in

Afghanistan.

Understood, ma 'am.

Now, we have pinged two of the cops to a dive bar in West Fayetteville. You will

go in undercover.

Your job is to gather intel proving that they are behind the hit on the

Haitians. More specifically, we need you to get eyes on the stolen gold

shipment. We're going to wire you. No wires.

I don't have a death wish.

Okay. Uh, maybe we can get Ian to piggyback the bar security cameras.

Get it near us that way.

Then we just need you to shake the tree.

Secure us a good backstop.

Or we could give him a bear hug.

Like into crit?

Absolutely not.

Could work.

You know it.

What the hell's a bear hug?

You don't think he can do it?

It's not that.

It's the... Okay, listen.

My last tour.

Yeah? My platoon had an Afghan source go south.

He set us up. We got ambushed. And in the fight, I got separated with one of

guys. The Taliban captured us.

Imprisoned us in a compound.

Beatings daily.

Barely any food or water for 22 days.

Noah didn't make it.

And I thought I was going to die in that cell, too.

What happened?

Day 23.

Clay's platoon raids the compound. He's the first through the door.

Gets winged by a bullet as he takes out two of my captors.

And I come to find out later that he never got the green light to hit the

He took a platoon, mounted a rescue mission on his own.

For me.

It's not about the trust between us, Maggie. It is more than that. It's

It's a debt.

He may play fast and loose.

I get that. But I owe Clay Voss my life.

We're closed. We don't open till 4.

Oh, 4 o 'clock somewhere, bro.

That's why I got on tap.

There's a pub open down the street. Why don't you take your business there?

Hey.

John Lettieri.

That's you, right?

Yeah. I think, uh... Hold on. I think you might have lost something.

Yeah.

Probably want that back, huh?

I don't know what that is.

You some sort of fed?

Nah, nah, but I'm headed there next, unless you boys want to play ball.

Again, I don't know what you're talking about and what you're going on. 25 mil

in stolen gold.

Haitian thieves executed at a safe house 17 miles from here.

And this bug I found at that hideout. That took me three hours to trace back

a, um, Laura Thompson.

Then back to you, detective.

That's what I'm on.

You guys, uh, got it sewed up pretty tight. I'll admit, this guy's better

expected.

I gotta tell you, but, uh, I thought you filled your cells off. You almost did.

Almost. Oh.

No wire.

Welcome.

Oh, oh, okay. All right. Hey, Nate, look.

Okay, we've got to move. No, Maggie, wait.

We wait any longer. Clay's dead. Give him time to work, please.

Okay. All right.

You want to play hard. All right. I got you.

Pyramid security.

All right.

My team.

We got the contract to figure out who pulled off that heist.

And our client is out for blood.

Old Testament style. Like, I mean, that's why I'm here.

Technically still on the clock. However, I am a very reasonable guy.

So either you work with me.

Or I show this photo to the FBI.

What do you want?

A taste.

But I'm not that greedy.

Five mil?

The bucket takes between us.

Hell no.

Waste him now!

Oh wait, this is insane.

He's got this.

You think I walked in here without insurance?

I have an email.

Set to auto -send. If I'm not allowed to cancel it, this photo, along with your

names and faces, gets sent out wide.

Eastern District would love to chomp you boys up.

Walking out. They're taking him to this guy's shop. Hey, Jubal Target's on the

move. That is how you do a bear hook.

All right. Thanks to Clay, we have enough to fast -track a warrant and get

the cop's phone. Great, great, great. Maggie, always tell them, but give them

plenty of space to avoid detection, all right?

Copy.

We're up on Claystall.

He just turned east on Pitkin. No, target's made of Yui. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Correction. Pops are now heading west on Pitkin. They must be running counter

-surveil. Eyes up, people.

Don't see them. No visual, Jubal.

We still got them. Yeah, they just passed you.

They've been made.

You need to catch up.

Jubal, I'm telling you, they didn't have the... According to our map, they're

ahead of your position. They're stopping right now and picking Strauss.

I don't see them.

No sign of the SUV or Clay. You are right on top of him.

What the hell?

Don't move.

Stay here.

Clay's phone.

Cops tossed Clay's phone.

Just got a data dump from the other cop.

Text messages.

Look at this.

Okay.

Yeah. All right, guys, listen up. Lenny Ari's last text to his squad was six

minutes ago. It says, we're burnt.

1034, meet at the spot. It's time to fly. 1034 is Suffolk County PD code.

Suspicious person.

They're going to kill him.

They're going to kill Clay.

Get in. I'll drive.

Come on. Oh, wait. I'm not waiting. Come on.

Stop. Please, listen to me.

I understand your loyalty to Clay.

I do.

When I took Ella in, I thought it was because I owed Jessica.

And that was my mistake.

My loyalty was my blind spot. And I'm worried that you have the same blind

with Clay.

You might not be seeing the full picture here. You think Clay's playing us?

I don't know.

Okay, but whatever is going on, it is still four to one and they're going to

kill him.

Get in the car or I'm leaving without you.

Please.

We want to save Clay's life. We're going to have to figure out where they're

heading. Let's talk about these dirty cops. We're tracking their credit cards,

trying to find a nexus anywhere.

Okay, well, what about connections, exes, family, homes, anything?

Ten -mile radius. Ian? Still coming up empty.

Okay, look, folks. Wait, one of our cops, Brian Jones, works the second job.

Security at a storage facility three miles west of Clay's last known

Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Could have placed us anywhere. 25 million stolen gold. Yeah, get that

to all the teams and loop in Suffolk County Brass. Yep. Time to let them know

they've got dirt inside their house.

I have eyes in the middle of the doy.

FBI, get on the ground now!

Hey!

Jack, get back!

I gotta get in there.

No, can't move yet. It's not safe.

Got you. Get behind me.

I'm going in.

Ready? Yeah.

I'm gonna sit.

Second floor clear. Heading up to four.

Fourth floor clear.

Oh, hey, I have Jones.

Copy that. Come in here.

Where's Lady Harry?

I have a gunshot wound to the chest. I need an ambo immediately.

Where is he?

Oh, wait.

Hey! Oh, wait!

Get on the ground. Get on the ground now, Taylor.

Get on the ground.

I can't find your back.

Hey.

Thank God.

You're okay.

This son of a bitch shot my partner in cold blood.

Shut up. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey.

It's over, man.

Lower your weapon.

It's over.

Don't be a boy scout, Omar.

Clay, I'm walking out of here, right?

All I need you to do is give me five minutes to load that truck up, and I'm

escaped. I can't let you do that.

Why? Because of that badge you're wearing, huh?

After what we've been through? I'm not going to ask you again. Lower your

weapon. You know what?

I knew you would say that.

I had to give you a shot, playboy.

No.

It was you.

You tossed your phone.

You cut our surveillance.

I can't let you walk again.

Sure you can't, huh?

This 25 mil, this gets me out forever.

All right?

No more orders. No more yet, sir.

A new life.

My own life. It doesn't work like that.

You gotta earn that.

Yeah. Maybe.

But you owe me.

Clay.

This isn't you.

You saved my life.

Clay, you dropped into enemy territory.

You risked it all.

For me, man.

Yeah.

Like I said, you owe me!

I'm not going to prison!

What? Clay.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Clay.

Clay.

Clay.

You will.

It's over.

Ten dead, including two federal agents.

We only wanted what we had earned for 22 years of service.

What was rightfully ours.

Nobody.

Nobody. Well,

that doesn't matter much now, does it?

It does to me.

No. Whatever honor you had, you forfeited.

What that hedge fund stole from you was unconscionable.

But what you did today, families just like yours were ripped apart.

And that is on you.

You took an oath.

This job, it's about sacrifice. Every day for something nobler than yourself.

You're a disgrace, detective.

Clay was right.

I'm a boy scout. I put the team first always. That's what I always say.

It's because of what he did for me, and I had to kill him, Maggie.

Clay knew that about you, and he took advantage of it.

My loyalty was my blind spot.

It's not because of what Clay did for you.

You're loyal because of who you are