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Hey.

Hey, Humphrey.

All right, let's get these jesters on.

My little man.

You want to go?

All right, let's go.

This right here is a peregrine falcon.

It, to the sky, is basically what a shark is to the sea.

Right now, it's circling its quarry, a pigeon.

Like in the park?

Like in the park.

Okay, here it's going into its dive.

That's what we call a stoop. A stoop is the fastest single action in nature, up

to 250 miles an hour.

That's about as fast as an Indy car on this right -of -way.

At the last second, the talons come out, and it grabs the prey. It actually

knocks the prey right out of the sky.

And that's how the falcon, being a predator, gets its food.

Hey, Humphrey. How you doing?

So did you miss me or what?

Huh?

Did you miss me?

Is that a yes?

Hi, it's Rachel.

Leave a brief message after the beep.

Hello. I know you're home, Rachel.

Pick up the phone, okay?

Pretend I'm your mother and you love me.

I met this guy the other night.

What do you think?

You have a personality disorder.

A bird fetish.

He thinks something happened to you when you were a kid.

Yeah, you happened to me, Mom.

The reason I'm calling is I'm coming to the city this week. Don't get that

worried look on your face. I'm not going to stay with you.

I just want to talk to you.

Oh, shit.

Shit, shit.

You heard that, didn't you?

You're thinking she's drunk.

She dropped her martini glass.

Well, all right.

I'm drunk, and I dropped my drink.

I can see you.

Hello?

We'd like to speak to you, ma 'am.

Who are you?

I'm Agent Hartz, and this is Agent Halsall. If you could just open the door

little, and we'll show you our identification.

Um, I don't understand.

Don't worry, Miss Evelyn, you're not in any trouble. We were just hoping you

could help us in an investigative matter.

Oh, um, what's this about?

Miss Evelyn, from time to time, in its effort to combat criminal activity, the

Bureau finds it necessary to set up surveillance centers to surreptitiously

observe the actions of suspects.

That's quite a bird you have there.

I don't want to alarm you, but there is a criminal suspect living in this

vicinity. And what we'd like to do is set up a command post right here in the

living room for a period of approximately one week, ten days tops.

I don't think so. There is compensation.

We're authorized to provide a stipend of $200 a day for the privilege of using

your premises.

We won't mess up anything.

What do you say, ma 'am?

I'm sorry. I just don't think it'd be a good idea.

If you change your mind in the next day or so, Miss Edwin, please give us a

call. Thanks for your time.

Why did you tell them no?

I don't want people going through my things, getting into my personal life.

what personal life would that be?

You know what your problem is? I know what you think my problem is.

It's not just that you never get laid. It's that you never take any chances.

You know, I know. I know you've had some bad luck with guys, but you've got to

take a shot now and then.

You know?

You're all comfy in your little nest, and along comes this incredible thing.

know? A way to put a jolt into your life or something.

You don't even have to leave home, and they pay you $2 ,000 for the experience?

You should pay them, Rachel. I know. The money was tempting. I haven't gotten a

raise in two years.

You won't do it.

What's he doing now?

Dining out.

Why do I get the feeling he eats better than I do? Because he probably does.

You're right. I gotta quit eating this crap. I gotta get healthy.

Okay. I'm late.

I'm, uh...

Temping at this accounting firm, and they're very picky about being on time,

I better go. Well, then you must.

All right. I'll see you later. Bye.

Ah, that's my boy.

That's my boy.

What do you say, Humphrey?

You up for a little company around the house?

Hmm?

This is all the room we require.

Hey, Humphrey, how you doing? We have our own cell phone. We bring our own

We'll try not to be any trouble at all. No smoking, no drinking, no profane

language, nothing like that.

Okay, good.

We work 12 -hour shifts.

Agent Hussle is here to take the next shift. I'm the day man.

Please don't talk to anyone about this.

And for your own protection, we're not allowed to discuss the nature of the

investigation with you. Now, have you mentioned this to anyone, Miss

No.

Good.

Your bird, what did you say it was, a hawk?

A caracara from Central America.

He was donated to the museum, but nobody quite knew what to do with him, so I

took him.

I don't think he likes me being here.

Yeah, he's very territorial.

So, are they married?

I don't know. I'm not supposed to be talking about any of this. Come on, what

you mean you don't know? You didn't look for a wedding band?

Harts is married.

Okay.

Hartz is the straight guy, and Hollis is the shy guy, right?

Yes.

Okay, I'm coming over.

No, no.

I'm not supposed to have visitors, okay? You know that.

There's no about any of this.

Why couldn't I just drop by unexpectedly?

Don't. Don't.

Hey,

Humphrey.

Who are you?

Dave McMillan.

I'm filling in for a hostel for the next couple of days.

They said that you didn't allow smoking inside.

Okay.

Are you staying in tonight, Rachel?

Pardon me?

I noticed there's a Chinese restaurant on the corner.

I was thinking of ordering out.

Would you join me?

Sure.

You don't seem like an FBI agent.

I'm a lot funkier than people think.

Remember, we had a director who used to dress up in women's clothes.

So why'd you... Why'd you join the FBI?

That's the bad guys.

Why else?

I don't... I don't want to seem nosy, but I'm... But you'd like to know about

our operation.

I could tell you, Rachel.

Then I'd have to kill you.

Hi, I just dropped by to borrow a

blender, but I can't stay long.

Hello. Dave McMillan.

Well, hello.

Christy Dyer.

Nice to meet you.

Pleasure.

Was that telescope new, Rachel? I hadn't seen that before.

Is he the big guy or the little guy? He's new. He's fucking gorgeous.

Hi,

Humphrey.

Well, if no one's going to invite me to stay, I guess I should get going. But,

um, you kids have fun.

Thank you.

If you know the last name of the person you're calling, please dial the first

three letters. If you need further assistance...

This is Special Agent

David J. McMillan.

I'm not in the office right now.

Please leave your message, and I'll return your call as soon as possible.

I've heard fixation of yours.

They are nasty little scavengers, full of whites, men, and boys.

Shitting everywhere.

How are you, Rachel?

Hello, Cynthia.

That was a mistake, huh? Should have never had you call me that instead of

Kind of used it against me, the way you say it.

You know.

Why are you here?

I want to check into a clinic in Hartford.

We just went through this.

You didn't show up, remember?

I'm sorry about that. I really am. But I wasn't ready.

And I just thought that if you could come with me this time, and maybe you

drive me and check me in.

Maybe you could come Sunday night?

All right.

I've got to get going back now, okay? Me too. I'm going to go to the Guggenheim

and see if I can find my husband.

Give me a hug.

You don't have to do that.

You're my big, beautiful girl.

I hope you don't mind. I made myself at home.

Do you like couscous?

Yeah.

You're very pretty.

So are you.

I take it you don't care for compliments.

You don't seem very concerned about your white guy tonight.

Always out of town till late. There's no action. Nothing for me to do.

So you're a ornithologist?

Yeah, I specialize in birds of prey.

Raptors.

Why raptors?

Because they're above it all.

Soaring up there in the clouds.

Serene.

In their own world.

Fearless.

Is that you?

Above the rabble?

It's the way I'd like to be, I guess.

I admire them.

It's a raptor.

It's a predator.

It must occasionally swoop down from the clouds and zap some helpless field

mouse.

Only because it has to.

You're not really with the FBI, are you?

Now, why would you say that?

Your accent.

It's, uh... It's not American. It's close, but there's something else in

Very good.

So... Who are you?

It was agreed that Nick Lea would be attached to the Bureau.

The FBI.

I can't say any more than that.

Are you trying to get me drunk?

Would it work?

Rachel?

Rachel, pick up the phone, will you?

Just give me a minute, okay? I thought that maybe I'd come.

Is she your mother?

Yes.

What's she like?

My mother?

She's a drunk and a nympho.

A real creature of the 60s, you know.

Sex, drugs, rock and roll.

She's been married four times.

The last one died and left her a chicken farm in Connecticut.

She thought it'd be a good idea to let the chickens die so she could live there

by herself and drink.

I should go to bed.

I've got to go in early tomorrow.

Thank you for dinner.

more than pretty.

Good night, Rachel.

I want you to have this.

I made it. It's a hobby of mine.

Very nice.

I can't.

Look at that.

Perfect fit.

Thanks.

Be good, Humphrey.

So I guess your advice is to sleep with him, huh?

No. My advice is to have raw, steamy, relentless sex with him, lock the doors,

and do not come out for a week because you need to get laid worse than any

female I have ever known, including myself in grade 12, and I needed it

really bad.

Besides, he's with the FBI, for God's sake. He probably uses double condoms.

I'll take it under advisement.

Yeah. Bye.

Bye.

Oh, Rachel, you know, if you don't want him, give him to me, okay? Just tell him

if he needs anything. A loan, a button sewn on, a blowjob.

Tell him to call me.

Bye.

Rachel.

Rachel.

Uh, wrong horse.

Hey, you must be Rachel's mother.

Yes? Who are you?

Oh, just a friend of Rachel's.

We're just setting up for a meeting tonight.

First off, you're Burgess?

That's right. This is a connection to her work in the museum.

She gave me the keys a while ago. She probably forgot by now.

But, uh, I was headed back to Connecticut, and I had to pee, so it was

way.

Yeah, go ahead.

Huh. You are a very good -looking man. Did you know that?

Really. Thank you.

Do me a favor. Don't tell Rachel that I was here, okay?

Promise?

Hmm.

Yeah.

She doesn't like me very much.

See, inside Rachel, there's this teensy -weensy bit of

me buried.

But she can't stand it.

She hates it.

I've got to pee.

Shut up. Don't fight it. Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here. Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here. Come here.

Come here. Come here.

Come here. Come here. Come here. Come here.

Come here.

Let's go, let's go.

Okay.

Fuckin' bird.

What do we do now?

To wipe down the whole apartment?

Yeah, everything except the kitchen.

No fingerprints anywhere?

No, none.

Hey, don't worry. Nobody's going to hurt you.

Joint's jumping.

Pick up the things in the hallway.

Tonight's the night.

that the voice pushes us along, doesn't it, Rachel?

Rachel?

Good morning, Ms. Sutherland.

My name is Alan Kranzer. I'm acting undersecretary of the State Department.

At the direction of the president, my office is heading up this emergency

investigation, coordinating the efforts of all of the agencies represented in

this room.

Is there anything we can get you?

Coffee? Water?

No. No?

Fine. First off, let me say what a privilege it is to meet you.

You demonstrated amazing courage.

People keep saying that. I was just trying to save my life.

The president himself wishes to express... President?

You don't know, do you?

You mean no one at this table has told her?

Young lady, you saved the life of the president of Morikawa.

He's in the country to address the U .N.

This fellow calling himself... What?

McMillan.

McMillan was trying to kill him at a reception.

along with half his cabinet and dozens of VIPs.

You are a certifiable hero.

And you provided us with an excellent description.

Have we ID'd him? Not yet.

Well, he will.

Maybe we should give the lady a break.

She's had a long night.

Yes, of course.

And you are?

Lieutenant Jack Pellegrino, NYPD.

Lieutenant Pellegrino supervises the city's VIP security detail.

Of course that may change after this.

What?

I say... You know, your people demanded rooftop responsibility.

You were relegated back up in the streets. Thank you, gentlemen.

Miss Sutherland, on behalf of Americans everywhere, I want to express our

profound gratitude and to thank you for coming in here this morning.

Do you have someone you can stay with?

Why can't I stay at my apartment?

Well, it's a crime scene we got.

Sorry.

How about some parents?

My mother lives in Connecticut.

Okay. I can't stay there.

I have a friend who'll put me up if I can just go get some things first.

Sure.

So what happens now?

Well, I'm not going to catch this scumbag by sitting on her ass.

Excuse me.

I guess that's why they're not going to ask me to handle PR for the

investigation.

What are you keeping here?

A caracara.

You have a hawk?

I did have.

Want me to talk to her?

I have a bird.

Sulphur -crested cockatoo.

Ex -mother -in -law gave it to us.

I got to keep it in the divorce.

Lucky me, huh?

You ever heard of it?

They live a very long time.

A hundred years or more, they say.

You know what creeps me out?

This bird's going to outlive me.

It's going to outlive my daughter.

It's probably going to outlive her kids.

She and I...

We call it the energizer bird. It keeps going and going and going and... going.

How old's your daughter?

She's, uh, she's seven.

Yeah.

She's cute, huh?

She looks like you.

Listen,

I'll take you over to a friend's house now.

You'll be more comfortable over there.

We have a man stationed outside for your protection.

Okay?

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Jack.

Call me Jack.

You think we can make a stop on the way?

Sure.

So this is all we have on McMillan? Yes, sir.

It's going on 24 hours.

By nightfall, we'll have over 300 agents in the field, making this officially

one of the most extensive manhunts in American history.

And so far, this country's best investigative minds have turned up yet.

Does anyone have anything to add to that?

Am I misstating our situation?

The president is still insisting on continuing his tour, sir.

Oh, yes, thank you. I forgot that.

And now, in light of the Morakalon president's decision to press on with

speaking engagements, security has been beefed up to extraordinary proportions

for the remainder of... We've already seen that twice, haven't we?

Why don't you, uh... Why don't you go ahead to bed?

You don't have to babysit me. I'm okay.

No, you're not.

You're not okay. You'd have to be crazy to be okay.

You just have this guide. That's what I was falling for.

Tried to kill me.

Killed two people. He was going to kill a hundred other people.

And then he was going to kill me.

And you always said I was so choosy in men.

You know what? You're not going to like this. But I think you should go see your

mother.

There's a point she doesn't know anything about this.

She doesn't watch TV.

She didn't talk to anybody, and right now she's probably plastered.

So it looks like you're stuck with me.

Yeah, well, good.

The way I look at it is you get a place to stay, and I get my apartment cleaned

for the first time in six weeks.

It doesn't impress me.

That's my... Yes, of course. Yes.

Mr. Zender, do you love me or do you love me not?

I have to take this call in privacy.

Sir?

Where are you?

Just tell me.

Do you want me to go away?

Or do you want me to finish the job?

We should meet.

Why?

I can't speak about it over the phone.

All right.

Oh, my God.

Please, please don't kill me.

Why would I want to do that?

I'm the one who fucked up.

Do you want me to abort the mission or not?

We would like you to continue.

Oops.

It's an unusual model.

It's been customized.

Where does it go to get a smart weapon?

Not exactly available off the rack.

Yeah, I know.

That's all for now.

We'll deal with this later.

What?

FBI found a print match in Rachel Sutherland's apartment.

Cynthia Diane Kirkman?

Rachel's mother. She was convicted in 1968 for possession of marijuana and two

subsequent arrests in the 80s on DWI. Both dismissed.

So?

The apartment was meticulously cleaned.

The FBI found very few prints.

Hers were recent, in the bathroom.

Maybe she came by and met McMillan.

We've been over this.

Rachel told us who was there.

According to her, her mother never came to visit.

Don't waste any more time on this.

Where's Rachel?

She's gone. She left.

The cops took her somewhere. They took her somewhere safe. I don't know.

They wouldn't tell me. I don't know where she is.

Hey, Christy, it's me. I'm here at my mother's.

The car made it fine.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Listen, if you need to reach me, I left the number on the fridge.

Thanks for everything. Bye.

Are you... Thank you.

What's up?

Rachel Sutherland's friend.

Christy Dyer.

She's dead.

They found her in her apartment with a skewer through her head from ear to ear.

Where's Rachel?

There's no sign of her.

Let's find her.

Get her an APB, entire goddamn eastern seaboard. Check her museum contacts. Her

mother lives in Connecticut.

I want a pair of uniforms and a car out there right away.

Jackie hasn't left any witnesses yet.

He took her out, face it. No, he fucking did not!

Like it?

I bought the bird feeders last time I was in town.

Thought if I put some fake birds on them, they'd attract the real birds, and

that would attract you. It worked.

Bird girl.

Sorry about last night.

I called the clinic. They can take me today.

I'd like to go in this afternoon.

Rachel?

Yeah?

I have a theory about you and me.

Want to hear it?

See, I told somebody last week that you have this little speck of me inside you.

And you don't like it being there very much.

As always.

rubbing up against you.

And it produces friction.

But isn't that what produces a pearl?

Rachel, isn't it? I mean, a little bit of grit and some friction, and something

beautiful can happen.

If you say so.

See, I think if you could admit that there's something good in me, something

worthwhile.

Then we could produce a pearl together.

We just can't seem to get past the friction part.

I know I always said I was sorry all these years, but I never did anything

it.

I know that.

This time, I'm going to do something.

Today.

Wait here, okay?

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

I'm sorry to startle you. I got a flat tire out there. I was hoping I could use

your phone.

Do I seem familiar?

I have that effect on people.

Who are you?

You know your daughter says you're a nymphomaniac?

A drunk and a nympho?

Is that true?

Yeah.

Oh, by the way, where is Rachel?

She's not here. She drove to town.

I want you out of my house. I don't blame you.

See, Rachel doesn't hate you, Cynthia.

She fears you.

Fears becoming you.

Ending up like you.

A self.

Lonely. Old.

Slag.

Have you been a good person or a bad person?

In life, I mean.

Because at this moment... Mom? If you're religious, it's a critical point.

Run! Run, Rachel!

Run!

No witnesses, Rachel.

I can't have any witnesses.

You know that.

On the car, on the car, Rachel.

You're the helpless field.

It's no use, Rachel.

The car, car of boys.

Don't move.

Get in the back, on the floor.

Quick, move it.

Who

might

you be?

I'm the man who hired you.

And right now, I might be the one who fires you.

Unless, of course, you plan to complete our assignment.

Didn't Xander tell you?

Xander left the country.

Well, I plan to continue.

Why not?

Well, you certainly have an odd way of going about it.

Thanks to you, the president of Morikawa is now the most carefully guarded human

being on the planet.

But you have a new plan.

Don't.

Don't worry about the girl.

I'll take care of her.

Don't go anywhere near the girl.

Mom?

Mom, it's me, Rachel.

You're in the hospital.

You're safe now.

Can you hear me, Mom?

Lieutenant Pellegrino, I just thought of something.

You've got to protect Christy, too.

She saw him.

She... No.

No.

Rachel, I'm sorry.

But there's nothing we can do.

He even took out the man we had guarding her apartment.

I'd have gotten to you. I wish he had.

Mom, please wake up.

Mom.

Please, Mom, I need you.

Come along, dear.

Take her out.

More Callan presidents from March were warmly received by a packed general

assembly. Tonight he travels to City Law University for his final U .S.

appearance. And then the acclaimed leader returns home. His U .S. visit,

its bumpy beginning, a triumphant success.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

It's going to work.

Of course it's going to work, Colonel. Why wouldn't it work?

There's an assassination.

You take out the assassin, you get a medal.

And Amon Zimwe is buried forever.

You worry too much about Amon Zimwe.

He cares what happened in a couple of villages in Africa years ago.

Not a couple of villages, Colonel.

A tribe.

A whole people.

Early wiped out.

Look, it's Macmillan we've got to worry about. What if he decides not to go

through with it?

Oh, he'll go through with it.

I wasn't sure before, but I am now, after seeing him in the flesh.

Mom cries, baby fries.

Dad dies, Mom cries, baby fries.

No kill, no thrill.

Surely we could have arranged a better place than this island.

Men of our standing.

So, is everything on schedule for tonight?

No problem.

Nothing we can't handle?

Why am I not instilled with coordinates?

Strange, isn't it?

We had all the confidence in the world that I'm on Zimwe.

Please.

Africa is an open wound.

Blood has flowed from it since the beginning of time.

No one remembers the Amonsimwe Massacre.

It is a fleck of foam on a raging river.

You and Mr. Zanders apply the arms. If you hadn't, someone else surely would

have.

Our mission went awry.

No one wanted it to happen that way.

Not you, not me.

You shouldn't trouble your thoughts with that, Alan.

It weakens you.

Xander's dead.

I didn't think you'd mind.

After tonight, all the loose ends will be cleared away.

I know you were reluctant to take part in this, Alan.

I was forced to presume on our friendship.

I hope you understand that.

But I also hope that you will understand that this action had to occur, and it

had to occur now, with our president dead.

All of this will end.

There will be turmoil and confusion.

It will be a time for a strong leader to step forward.

Like you.

As my little boat rises in the water,

So will yours.

This must succeed, Alan.

I hope you understand that.

Nothing here.

You know, I don't get it.

This guy wasn't even from Maracala. Why are we going through his shit?

He had Maracala connections.

So what? Now we gotta go through the shit of every asshole that's ever been

Maracala? Look, somebody killed this asshole, okay?

Xander was your classic straight -up middleman dipping his dick into sleazy

activities all over the world.

Every little third -row flare -up, and he was there selling 8K47s to 12 -year

-olds.

Oh, Jack's gonna love this.

See anybody you know?

Xander?

Kranzer? And it gets better, Jack.

Kranzer pulled a 12 -year hitch at the CIA before moving over to State.

Much of his time he spent in Africa.

Where does Xander fit in?

A couple years back, Xander had a sticky problem with a Somalian general.

The problem disappears when the general suddenly turns up dead.

And the assassin vanishes into thin air after eliminating all the witnesses.

So Kranzer knew Xander, knew an international hitman.

It's a small world, huh?

And there's more.

I also found this.

I was kind of hoping for some home porn, but... Come here.

In what can only be described as an orgy of killing and mutilation, it is the

near annihilation of an entire people, the ancient African tribe of Amanzimwe.

Even in the tortured history of Morikawa, there has never been a horror

equal this.

But who is responsible for this grisly genocide?

Is it, as some are suggesting, a depraved new level of terror in an

campaign of murder and mayhem sweeping this country?

Why am I watching this?

was among the first outsiders to arrive on the scene.

Let me assure you, the United States government absolutely abhors this

We pledge all our power to assist the Morikalan government in locating the

perpetrators of this despicable act and bringing them to swift and resolute

justice. This is Jeremy Ransom. That's it.

I'm at Zimwe, Morikala.

So Kranzer was there.

The Alma Zimwe massacre.

The president's final appearance is at City Law University tonight.

It's going to be a small private reception beforehand.

Yeah, I know. I got an invitation.

From who?

I don't know. It just showed up here at the hospital.

Well, you're not going to go.

McMillan's going to be all over that place.

I don't understand why they don't just cancel that appearance.

He insists on attending.

Are you going to be there?

I wasn't invited.

But I'm going anyways.

Then I'm coming with you.

Are you crazy?

You're not going anywhere near that place. Jack, I'm the only one who's ever

seen him.

I have to be there. And give him another target? No way. Listen to me. If he

gets out again, he's going to come after me and Mom.

You'll have to.

Besides,

I have an invitation, so if you won't take me, then I'll go on my own.

Thank you.

Anything wrong, sir?

Everything's fine.

Everything's fine, officer.

Vander was an arms dealer, and he hired McMillan.

On behalf of Kranzer, it looks like.

But why did they want the president of Morakala killed? We don't know that yet.

Well, look at the other guy in Vander's photograph.

His name's Kumbat.

He's a member of the Morakala delegation.

He'll be here tonight.

And I'll bet he can share some light on the wine.

So you're sure Krantz was a part of this?

Yeah.

Well, I'm pretty sure.

You're starting to sound like a conspiracy nut, Jack.

Good evening.

Welcome.

I've got to check on something for a second. I'll be right back. Okay.

I'll be fine. Okay.

Miss Sutherland.

Yes. How do you do?

I'm Edward Kimbati, a member of the presidential delegation.

I'm so pleased you were able to join us this evening.

It's an honor to be here.

Oh.

Beyond is entirely ours. After all, you are the savior of our beloved president.

He's anxious to convey his gratitude to you personally.

Is there something you desire?

No, thank you.

Can I ask you a question?

But of course.

What can you tell me about Aman Zimwe?

Aman Zimwe?

Why would you ask that?

I was told you know everything about it.

And who told you that, may I ask?

Macmillan.

The assassin?

The president has arrived.

Please wait here.

I would advise you, madam, not to mention Aman Zimri to the president.

It would be a mistake, an insult.

It would awaken very painful memories.

Oh, dear.

agent down let's go secure the secondary route we're using the secondary route

Secondary route secure.

Do you read? Is the secondary exit secure?

Exit clear. Secondary exit clear.

Keep together. Keep

together.

Keep it tight.

Dead guys.

Mom would rise.

Baby fries.

We got a man down.

He's been hit.

Come back, he's been hit.

Stay with the president. Get down there.

I hate luck, right?

Don't you?

Put your hands up.

What? Put your hands up!

Put your hands up!

I got her!

She's part of it!

You have her?

Down three.

Like you were raptors.

Sorry. Come with me, Rachel.

Get back, people!

Get back!

Get back up!

Rachel.

Come on, Rollins, where the hell are you?

It's like I'm coming back to a place where I used to live a long, long time

Strange feeling.

You'll be okay.

Clean the place.

Clean up a little bit.

Me and Mom living together in the same apartment. The doctor said it might be

six weeks before she fully recovers.

You guys are going to get along fine.

The building super called yesterday. Said there was this really big bird on

balcony.

Dina found a guy at the Bronx Zoo. Falcon reaction.

Got him back in his cage.

Said Humphrey's a little malnourished, but he's okay.

Malnourished, huh? We'll take care of that, won't we, Humphrey?

Yes, we will. Hi, come here.

Come here.

But why did Kranzer kill Kambadi here in New York?

Because then it just looks like a botched attempt on the president.

No need to look any further.

Even as Kambadi finances his own assassination.

You ready for a little snack, my man?

Hmm? All right.

Don't be long.