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Please tell me we're not
giving an inch on this deal.

It's your negotiation.

It's your call.

But take the emotion out of it.

It's not personal.

It's business.

Oh.

You just said, "Thanks for eating my dog

in Shanghai this morning."

Good night, Ryan.

Good night, Michelle.

Time to go home.

I had an aisle seat

and I was sitting next
to the most beautiful woman

I had ever seen.
There was no ring, either.

I couldn't believe it.

Outta nowhere, this man walks up to me

and asks to switch seats with me

because his wife and kid are sitting

in the aisle across from me.

- You didn't.
- I did.

I-I felt bad.

What the hell?

What are you doing, dumb-ass?

Hey!

No, no, no, no...

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But wait, wait, wait, wait.
Do you remember

when we tied Eric's shoelaces together

before we breached that apartment?

Fool. What a fool.

Man, ah,

- I'm sorry, Juan.
- Oh!

That's a game over, papi.

- Pay up. A bet's a bet.
- Relax.

No need to call the FBI.

Okay, but seriously, how you doing?

- I'm good.
- Yeah?

For real.

I mean, I'm still working
through some things,

but...

What?

I gotta go,

but if you need anything
or you wanna talk,

you just call me, okay?

I appreciate the offer.

I don't like to bother you, man,

now that you're a big fancy G-man.

Shut up. I'm here for you.

I'll see you soon.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Detective Steve Torino, Nassau County PD.

I thought this was ours,

but when I saw
the diplomatic plates, I, uh...

You knew the pleasure was ours.

Exactly.

Now, here's the nickel tour of the scene.

The vics are Ryan Parker...
he's the diplomat...

and his driver, Scott Callum.

What kind of diplomat?

To China, whatever kind that is.

I just did a ten-second search
on my phone.

Any witnesses?

Well, we're still canvassing.
Nothing so far.

Best lead we got is someone
down the block heard gunfire

and saw a white van driving away.

No plate, but we got the make and model

and we sent out a BOLO.

Well, they clearly waited
for them to go up the driveway,

maybe boxed him in.

Hmm. Any souvenirs left behind?

Negative. Shooter covered his ass.

Scooped up the casings.

Hey, look at the diplomat's right hand.

He's got abrasions on his knuckles.

Maybe there was an altercation.

I don't think so.

This looks like
a straight-up assassination.

Okay, I'll toss the interior.

- You take the trunk.
- Yeah.

Well, the luggage is all here.

Hey, OA.

Look at this.

There's paint that's hanging
off of the bumper,

except paint doesn't hang.

The spectrometry analysis
shows that the white paint

is actually 90-micron vinyl

with adhesive backing.

Meaning the van was wrapped
in automotive contact paper

- to mask its actual color.
- Right.

All right, hey, B, let's update the BOLO.

We're now looking for a van
that's anything but white.

And we're also looking for one shooter.

All the rounds came from
the same 9mm pistol.

- Okay.
- So we've got one van,

one shooter, two dead.

What do we know about these two guys?

Uh, well, we're still doing
our due diligence

on the driver, but I think we can assume

the primary target was the diplomat.

I mean, someone shoots
at The Clash's tour bus,

target's Joe Strummer, not the roadie.

- Well...
- Don't. Don't.

- Don't even start.
- And Ryan Parker?

38. Unmarried. Worked
for Google for five years

before joining the State Department.

His parents live in Tacoma, Washington,

and his only emergency contacts
in New York City

are his coworkers.

Yeah, well, let's talk
to them right away.

I just got a call from the ADIC.

As you can imagine, our friends
in DC are very anxious

to have this case solved quickly.

Yep.

Ryan and I worked together for six years.

We were very close.

What was his official position

with the State Department?

Deputy Assistant Secretary
for Regional Trade.

And you were with Ryan
all week in Shanghai?

Yes, we flew back last night.

We landed at JFK,
then went right to the party

at the consulate.

Why were you in China?

Ryan was negotiating trade deals.

Apple juice mostly.

And I'm his translator.

I'm sorry, apple juice?

China's the world's number-one supplier

of apple juice concentrate.

We were discussing packaging guidelines

to conform with new EPA guidelines.

Anything unusual happen?

No. It was pretty boring, actually.

America and China have their issues,

but apple juice isn't one of them.

Ryan had fresh scrapes on his right hand.

You know anything about that?

- No.
- I do.

Ryan told me about
an altercation he got into

yesterday at JFK.

What about?

Luggage.

I was able to pull this
from JFK security.

And there's Ryan.

Keep an eye on the guy
in a baseball cap to the right.

Appears to be male, black,

hat down low. He knows what he's doing.

What, 5'10"?

Yeah, and watch what he does next.

He tries to steal Ryan's bag.

So Ryan tries to stop him.

"Excuse me, sir, I believe
you've taken my valise,"

and whoosh!

Out of nowhere, baseball cap guy

takes a swing at him, misses.

And bam, Ryan hits back.
Not a bad right cross.

Yeah, especially for a diplomat.

So the fight starts to draw attention.

People try to break it up.

Baseball cap guy runs off.

Hey, check it out.

Look who's standing nearby, watching.

What? That's the translator, Michelle.

She said she didn't know
anything about the fight.

R - So either she's lost in thought,

ruminating over the riveting
apple juice negotiations,

or she's lying her ass off.

All right, y'all, check this out.

We have a new person of interest.

Her name is Michelle Chang.
She's a Chinese interpreter.

Most recently, she was working
with one of our DOAs,

Ryan Parker. Let's pull her file

and find out more about her, okay?

Let's go check out Ryan's suitcase again.

There's gotta be a reason why he wanted

that particular bag.
Something's gotta be inside it.

Something worth killing for.

Shirts, pants, socks.

A shaving kit.

- It's all standard stuff.
- I don't get it.

If the bag is so important,
then why didn't the shooter

just take it out of the trunk after
he shot Ryan and the driver?

Because then we would be entirely focused

on finding the missing suitcase.

He must have taken something
out from inside here.

All right, check that out.

Whoa. Hold up.

There's a false bottom.

It's empty.

Okay, let's get someone
to take this to the lab,

see if they can figure out
what was inside.

Yeah.

Michelle Chang is here.

So you told us that you didn't even know

that Ryan was in a fight,

but that's you right there, watching.

You're not even 30 feet away.

I didn't see it.

I was looking for my driver.

Well, our forensics team did
a geometric reconstruction

of your eyeline,
and based on their analysis,

they believe there's a 97.94% chance

that you were looking right at Ryan.

More importantly, it's
a felony to lie to the FBI,

so you might wanna reconsider
your answer.

Why don't you tell us about the suitcase?

I met a guy at a club last year.

We started hanging out.

He knew I was a translator
for a U.S. diplomat,

so one night he asks
if I wanna make some...

easy money.

What did he want you to do?

Give Ryan a duplicate suitcase.

One with a secret compartment.

Each time we flew back to New York,

I'd slip a package inside.

Said it was for his Nigerian friend

who worked at the airport.

What was in that package?

I don't know. I never looked.

How many times did you do this?

Five.

Your Chinese friend...
did he have a name?

All right, people, the man
Michelle was working with

is a Chinese national named Wang Li.

Odds of this being real seem remote,

but let's run it down anyway,

and yes, I know Wang Li

is the Chinese equivalent of John Smith.

Have we heard from the lab?

Uh, yeah, no forensics
in the car or on the body.

- Suitcase?
- Still working on it.

Stay on it. We need to find that van.

I want all available analysts
looking at traffic cams 24/7.

Yep. Oh, you wanna...

Um, I think I may have found
the Nigerian friend at JFK.

I did a rundown on
all Air China baggage handlers

that were scheduled to work yesterday,

and all of them showed up,
except for one.

His name is Kevin Okoro.

He was T-boned on his way
to work by a City Tour Bus.

Is he okay?

He's in a medically-induced coma,

but the doctors think he'll survive.

What do we know about Okoro?

Not much. He's 31. No priors.

He went to Nassau Community College

and he's got a really great credit score.

758.

Okay, so if the inside man is Nigerian,

we have to assume the boss is too.

I want you to call the OC,

ask if there are
any Nigerian street gangs

operating in Brooklyn, Queens...

There is one. Uh, the White Horses.

They run drugs out of Flatbush.

You have any sources you can talk to?

Yeah, I have a... friend

that lives in that part of town.

Great.

Mo!

- Come on in.
- Thanks.

- Good to see you, man.
- Yeah, you too.

What's up?

Uh...

Well...

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, no.

No, I'm good. How are you?

You solid?

You asking as my sponsor or my friend?

Uh, well, both,

but if you're gonna make me choose,

your sponsor, I guess.

I'm doing great, man. Yeah.

Good. I'm proud of you.

- 724 days sober, bro.
- Yep.

If it wasn't for you,
I wouldn't have made it, like,

724 minutes.

Stop it. It's all you.

So what's up?

Yeah.

So I know

we said to keep our jobs
and our lives separate,

so I-I hesitate to even ask.

And yet, you've come

all the way down here to my apartment,

so I'm guessing it's important.

It is.

Then I'm happy to help.

Great.

Do you know this guy?

What, all Nigerians know each other?

I'm just...

I'm just playing, man.

Just playing.

Yeah, I, uh... I know him.

Yeah?

His name is Okoro.

I think he works at JFK.

He does.

Does he, uh, work for anyone else

when he's not working at JFK?

Yes.

The White Horses.

H-he got involved with them
a few years back

when I was still in the...
in the drug game.

That's all I need to know.

Thanks for your help.

You're gonna make me look good
to my bosses.

I got you, man.

Okay. Got it. Thanks.

That was Jubal. His friend just confirmed

that Mr. Okoro is affiliated
with the White Horses.

Excuse me.

We'd like to speak
to one of your patients,

Kevin Okoro.

He died. An hour ago.

W... from his injuries?

Can I help you guys?

Yeah, we came in here
to check on Kevin Okoro.

- We just heard he passed.
- Yeah.

Somebody suffocated him.

All right, listen up, Yankee fans.

Another case just landed on the docket.

Victim's name is Kevin Okoro.

He was pronounced dead
at St. Ann's this afternoon

at 2:04 p.m.

NYPD believes he was suffocated.

Silver lining is Mr. Okoro
played for the White Horses.

Only evidence is a nurse saw a black male

leaving Okoro's room shortly
before he was found dead,

and there, of course,
no video of the crime,

since camera's aren't allowed
in the patients' rooms,

so that means
we will have to get creative.

So let's activate
the right side of our brains

and get to work. That is all.

Thing about these White Horses...

- Hmm?
- They sure play hardball.

Yeah, they must've caught wind

that we were investigating,

so they take out Okoro
to tie off the homicide case.

Mm. But I mean, what is this about?

Is it about cocaine? Is it about heroin?

No, it's worse.

Lab results just came back
on the suitcase.

Found traces of carfentanil.

100 times more toxic than fentanyl,

10,000 times more toxic than morphine.

China is a major supplier.

Based on the dimensions
of the hidden compartment

in Ryan Parker's luggage,

we're looking at a street value
of over $10 million.

Whoa.

They also found residue...

Of pure fentanyl in the bag as well.

I'm guessing that's
what Michelle was sneaking

into Ryan's suitcase
for the first few trips

before they upgraded
to the more potent stuff.

Hey, we just got a hit on the BOLO.

NYPD found an abandoned van...

same make, same model
of the van from the shooting.

Dent on the front bumper, too.

- Call Maggie and OA for me.
- Right away.

What's up?

My buddy, Juan.

We did a tour in Iraq together.
I told you about him.

- Yeah, yeah.
- He's struggling.

Seems a little lost.

What, drugs?

He's definitely partying too much.

He just needs a new job, find some focus.

Maybe you should talk to Jubal.

No, he's not an addict.

He's just having trouble
adjusting to the real world.

Hmm.

What?

Nothing. Look, if it were me,

I would talk to Jubal.

- Hey.
- Bar owner across the street

called it in yesterday.

Yeah, there we go.

The van was definitely wrapped in vinyl.

There's pieces left here on the bottom.

I mean, come on.

You're gonna be a criminal,
at least be all-in.

You know what I mean?

Like, pay attention to the details.

This is Agent Zidan.
Need an ERT down here

to do a sweep of this abandoned van...

prints, DNA.

Bar owner say anything else to you?

He saw a black guy parking his van here,

told him the spot was reserved.

Black guy flipped him off.

They got into it for a few minutes,

then he ran off
and jumped into a yellow cab.

The cab was waiting for him?

He was driving it.

What time was this?

Around 2:00 a.m.

Okay. Thanks.

Can you drop me off at the subway?

I just got another text.
I gotta check on Juan.

Uh, yeah.

I'm sorry to bring you into all this,

but I'm just in a jam.

My mom's cancer kicked up again.

Oh.

Um, I'm sorry to hear that...

She's okay, for now,

but she needs medicine.

Some sort of new chemo pill,

but her insurance got canceled
three months ago

'cause she got sick.
She had to stop working.

How can I help?

I hate to ask you again, but...

It's okay. Just name a number.

- Two grand?
- Yeah. You got it.

You're a good friend, Omar.

- Hey.
- Ah, hey.

So I've been trying to pull video footage

of any yellow cabs near the
location of the stolen van

around 2:00 a.m., but I struck out.

There are no cameras in the area,

so I shifted gears
and I looked for yellow cabs

near St. Ann's around the time
Okoro was suffocated.

Found this.

Yeah, all right.

Can't really make out his face.

No, but I got a really good
look at his license plate.

- Oh, great.
- Oh, good.

- His name is...
- Morris Kalu.

That's my... my friend.

It doesn't make any sense.
Morris is a good man.

He's had his issues,
but he's worked very hard

to do better, to... to move forward.

How exactly do you know this man?

I'm his sponsor. He's an addict.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

I didn't know that.

Ah, it's okay. He's very open

about his recovery.

Was Morris ever part
of this gang, the White Horses?

Yeah, yes. When he was younger,

he sold dope on the streets
for a few years.

Then he got addicted
and he started stealing,

did some time. I met him at a meeting

two years ago.

He was...

remorseful. He was honest.

We started talking.

Well, I became his sponsor, so...

Is it possible he started dealing again

for the White Horses?

Maybe...

But I doubt it.

I'm... I see him pretty regularly,

and, uh, there's no evidence

of any kind of illegal activity.

But if there was,

If there was,

then I screwed up.

I'll talk to him.

You'll talk to him as a suspect.

Yeah. Oh, yeah, as a suspect.

Right here is fine.

Yo, what's up?

You look upset.

I need to ask you some questions,

and just so we're clear,

I'm asking you as an FBI agent,
not your sponsor.

Oh, okay.

Okay.

So...

Are you carrying a gun?

I'm a cab driver in New York City.

- What you expect?
- And you got a license for it.

No. I-I... no.

Really, Mo?

What are you thinking, man?

A nine-mil?

You're carrying a nine-mil.

Yo, man, what are you...

I need... I need to take you in

and ask you some more questions.

What I need you to do is turn around,

put your hands behind your back.

- Yo, what are you talking...
- Mo.

Please.

Are you serious right now?

Sorry, man.

Look, Morris,

if you're using again and you
got caught up in something,

just lay it out for me
and I'll do what I can.

I'm not using.

Okay, good.

I need to tell me where you were
two nights ago at 11:00 p.m.

W-what's going on, man?

What do you think I've done?

I'm gonna cut through all the cop crap.

I'm gonna come at you straight,

and I appreciate you doing the same.

Are you working
for the White Horses again?

Are the involved
in the smuggling operation,

- the murders?
- What are you talking about?

We have video

of someone who looks like you

near St. Ann's hospital

minutes after Okoro was killed.

O-Okoro? St. Ann's?

Yeah.

I haven't been
in that part of town in months.

Okay.

Is that your cab?

Yeah.

That's mine, and I worked my ass off

to buy that cab, too, but I did it...

by working hard, not by moving drugs.

Are you positive? Did you look
at the license plate number?

Yes, I'm positive!

Then where were you
two nights ago at 11:00 p.m.?

At home.

Can anyone verify that?

No. I was alone,

and why do you keep asking
about two nights ago?

Two men were killed...

a diplomat and his driver...

and they were shot with nine-millimeters,

and there is evidence to suggest

the killer was using
a yellow cab, and this...

Is you,

a block from St. Ann's,
getting into your cab.

No, no. That... that's not me.

That's my cab, but that's not me, okay?

What do you mean?

No, that... that's the guy
I rent to sometimes.

Uh, does this guy have a name?

Trevor Jabari.

Trevor Jabari?

That's the man
who's getting into your cab?

Yes. I rent to him five times a month.

See, he writes me a check.

I-I-I can... I can show you.

Okay, good.

I believe you.

Trevor Jabari, known member
of the White Horses

and part-time New York cab driver,

is now our prime suspect.

We believe he was the man driving the van

the night of the two murders

and the man exiting the hospital
shortly after Okoro's death.

That's three kills, people.

Puts him in the Murderer Hall of Fame.

- Look into that.
- Let's find this pond scum, and fast.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

So we checked Jabari's last known.

His landlord says
he hasn't been there in months.

Okay. What about his financials?

Well, he's been making ATM withdrawals

over the last couple of months at a
place called Platinum Media, LLC,

doing business as "Nirvana,"

which is a nightclub in Brooklyn.

And here's why Jabari
was here all the time.

I found social media photos of him

and a woman named Chantelle King.

Single mom, five-year-old daughter,

and a cocktail waitress at Nirvana.

Yeah, quick, call Maggie and OA.

- Get 'em over there now.
- Copy that.

Thanks.

Trevor Jabari?

Don't know no one by that name.

That's a bad answer, Chantelle.

We know that you have a young daughter,

so I'm assuming
you don't want to go to prison.

Okay, I know Trevor.

We... hang out sometimes.

Why? What's up?

We need to know
where he's staying these days.

Don't know.

- Hey.
- Hey, it's me.

I just ran Jabari's financials.

He made a $300 withdrawal at Nirvana

ten seconds ago. He's there.

Send backup right away.

Copy that.

Wow, Chantelle.

You're a really bad listener.

- What are you talking about?
- We know that he's here.

Why don't you take us to him right now?

He's in the VIP room.

Well, why don't you show us
where that is?

Maroon shirt, black jacket.

On the couch.

Trevor.

FBI.

Don't move! Don't... move.

Move!

- Hey!
- I'm splitting!

Stop resisting!

Oh, he's got a gun.

Hey!

Drop the weapon!

We're sorry about your friend.

It was self-defense. He didn't g...

Which one of you shot him?

That... that's not relevant
to the conversation.

But like my partner said,

we really are sorry for your loss.

So it was you.

All right, look, Chantelle,

either you're gonna tell us
everything you know

about Jabari's drug operation...

who he worked for, where he hung out...

or we're gonna charge you
with felony obstruction.

What do you want to know?

For starters...

You good?

I gotta go.

Hey.

What the hell's going on?

Christina found him
on the floor, unconscious.

Unconscious? What, like he passed out?

No. He OD'd.

He OD'd?

On what? Coke?

No, this new crap. Carfentanil.

Is he gonna make it?

Don't know.

Doctors say they're doing their best.

I was... I was just with him.

He asked me for some cash.

He said his mom needed
to buy some medicine, so...

I gave him $2,000.

He was playing you, Omar.

He's an addict.

I just talked to ballistics.

The gun you found on Jabari
is the same weapon

used to kill Ryan Parker and his driver.

Great. Looks like we got our man.

Uh, we got the shooter.
I'm not so sure about the man.

From what Chantelle told us,

Jabari was taking his orders
from this guy named Tayo.

He's the one who calls all the shots

and is overseeing
the entire drug operation

from top to bottom.

Well, his drugs are starting
to wreak havoc.

In the past 24 hours, there
have been nine fatal overdoses,

all of them related
to this carfentanil crap.

We need to find this stuff fast.

Yeah, well, the good news is
we know where it is.

According to Chantelle,
Tayo's sitting on the drugs

at a warehouse on Frederick Street.

- Let's hit it now.
- Based on what?

We don't have enough evidence
to get a warrant.

So let's go back to your friend
Morris and put him in play.

Uh, no. He hasn't been
in the gang for years.

There's no way he'd be interested
in something like that.

Interesting? I wasn't planning
on sending an invitation.

We popped him for carrying
an unlicensed firearm.

That's three years, minimum.

Okay, well, I'm not gonna jam him up

over the gun, all right?
We'll find another way.

With all due respect,

that's not our problem.

I'm just telling you like it is, Jubal.

We catch a guy dirty, he has a choice.

He either cooperates or he does time.

That's how we do business.

That's how we get bad guys
off the street.

And I appreciate the lesson. Thanks.

Am I wrong?

Delivery's a little harsh,

but no, you're not wrong.

Morris is the only way
into that community.

He knows the players and the streets.

Jubal, we just need
one more piece of evidence

tying Tayo to the smuggling
and the homicides.

Then we can get a warrant
and we'll take that route.

I get it. I get it.

I think we can find another way.

My relationship with Morris
is complicated.

I've got a duty to look out for him.

You also have a duty to
protect the people of this city

and get these lethal drugs
off the street,

and to arrest the man who ordered

these three murders.

Right now, Morris is an asset.

He can't be ignored.

Okay, I'll talk to him.

You... you want me to wear a wire

a-and talk to Tayo?

I know it's a big ask,

but, uh, the truth is

that the other alternative
is a lot worse.

Excuse me?

The gun that we found...

W-wait, you're gonna
jam me up over that gun?

- For real?
- I'm sorry, Mo.

I'm... I'm... I'm just being honest.

You can work with us, and you'll
get a pass on the gun, or... or...

you're gonna be charged with
possession of an unlicensed handgun,

and you're probably
gonna serve some time.

- Wait...
- I will support you

no matter what you decide,
but in my opinion,

staying out of prison
is the better choice here.

I'm not sure about that.

Well, it's real hard
to stay sober in prison.

It's not a great support system.

Yeah, well, my support system
on the outside

not so great, either.

You're right,

but we are where we are,

and there's nothing I can do about it.

- You hear me?
- Loud and clear.

Okay, Jubal, we're good to go.

Got live audio and video.

Copy that.

Just do your thing. We're right
outside if things go bad.

We'll come pull you out.
Just say the word.

I know. Easter.

Let's do this.

What you need?

Uh, l-looking for Tayo.

Tell him Morris has something
important to tell him.

Why don't you tell me
what he needs to know?

Uh, it's sensitive. For his ears only.

Take a walk, bro. I ain't
got time for your games.

We will be there in 30 seconds
if things start to go south.

- Yeah.
- You want to be

the go-between?
That... that's cool with me.

He's gonna do fine. He knows the game.

I'm not so sure about that.
He's a different guy now.

He sees things differently.

Doesn't mean he can't fake it,

persuade Tayo to start talking.

Just tell him I got some information.

The FBI's been asking
about him and Jabari.

But trust me, Tayo knows me
from back in the day.

Dude named Morris is here.

Says he's been talking to the FBI.

- Okay, he's in.
- Yeah.

Now the only visual we have
is the body cam.

You know what? Give me the keys.

- Wait, what?
- Why? What are you doing?

I want to move the van closer.

No, we cannot risk moving.

Hey, last time I checked, I'm in charge.

Jubal, we have no idea how
many eyes are on the street.

I don't think we should make
any sudden movements.

Yeah.

This fool says he knows you.

He does.

What's up, homie?

All good.

Yeah, I don't mean to bother you.

I'm just here to relay some information.

Hmm.

FBI's been asking about me and Jabari.

Yeah, yeah, uh,

they came to me 'cause Jabari...
he rents my cab,

but they also asked about you.

Asked if I knew you,
if I ever seen you two talking,

so...

So yeah.

What did you tell them?

Nothing.

I know the drill.

Why did you lie?

What's your take?

I thought maybe...

Yes, that's no problem.

I appreciate you looking out.

Where are you going?

Why not get high right here?

What... what you mean?

If you came all the way here for that,

- why not take a bump?
- You gotta be kidding me.

I gotta pull him out.

Well, no, hold on.
Let's just wait a second.

Now.

Um, I'm saving it for later.

Me and my girl... we're g...
we're gonna share it.

- Later.
- Yeah.

Ain't no such thing as later
when you're an addict.

Did you pat this fool down?

He ain't got no strap.

- C-come on, man.
- I ain't worried about no gun.

Why y'all... why y'all doing this?

Easter's right around the corner, man.

He's been burned. Call it in now!

All units move in. I repeat,

all units move in.

They bailed.

Where the hell'd they go?

And why'd they take Morris?

To find out what he knows

and dump him.

Hey, guys, head back that way.

I got him. There he is.

FBI! Stop!

Oof.

Oh!

Don't move! Freeze!

- FBI!
- We got this.

- Get in the car.
- FBI!

Drop the gun! Don't move!

Back off, now, or I'll shoot him.

Put the weapon on the ground right now.

It's over.

We are driving out of here,

or I'll shoot him right now.
It's your choice.

You're not leaving with him.
It's not gonna happen,

so put your gun down,
or I will shoot you.

Oh, take the shot! He's gonna kill me!

Shut up! I'm not saying it again.

I got you. I got you.

- You good?
- Yeah, yeah.

I got you, Mo.

I got you.

- Um...
- Hey,

before you say anything...

uh, I just want to say
I'm... I'm really sorry

about your friend Juan.

Maggie just told me that he passed away.

I had no idea.

Thanks. Um...

I was in over my head.

I didn't even know that he was an addict.

Well, it can be pretty hard to spot,

unless you've lived
with the disease yourself.

Um... how's Morris?

He's good.

Yeah, he's... he's strong.

- He did great.
- Yeah.

It's not an easy position to be in,

especially as an ex-addict.

Well, there's no such thing, really.

All it takes is one bad day.

Anyway, have a good night.

Yeah.

May I come in?

Uh...

So I... I came by to say...

well, I wish I was a better sponsor.

I am truly sorry.

Now,

do you have what Tayo gave you?

Come on, Mo.

Yes.

There you go.

Come on.

And just the one baggie?

Yeah, it's okay.

It's just a slip, not a leap.

Okay?

So what now?

There is a meeting two blocks from here,

and it starts in a half an hour...

And we are going to go together.

You and me.