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Uber Eats.

I have your order.

It's getting...

Stop!

Carlos!

U.S. Marshals!

I said stop!

Deputy Marshal Libby Farrell in need of backup,

in pursuit of fugitive Decena, Carlos.

Headed northwest off Railroad Ave in Crozet.

Fugitive is unarmed, on foot and...

Carlos!

Stop!

I said stop!

There's nowhere to run. Backup's on its way.

If you come with me now, we can save

a whole lot of drama when they get here.

I can't.

Slowly down on your knees.

I'm innocent.

Maybe of something, but not this.

My son.

I can't leave him.

-I get it. -I do.

Which is why I can make you a special deal,

one I think you'd like.

♪ He was a traveling man with a story to tell ♪

♪ Flew from city to city collecting tales ♪

♪ He was a dream catcher ♪

♪ Suitcase was filled with small treasures ♪

♪ Lost in the desert for so long ♪

♪ I picked him up, and I dusted him off ♪

♪ When another might have left him for dead ♪

♪ He had whiskey on his tongue ♪

♪ He was parched by the sun ♪

♪ I never should have ♪

♪ Given him a chance ♪

♪ He could have a wandering eye ♪

♪ And he could take me down with his smile ♪

♪ I'm tired of playing the joker now ♪

♪ I'll be your queen ♪

Madam Marshal, about to land.

Has the location been secured?

Swept and secured, ma'am.

You were wearing that yesterday.

I slept at my boyfriend's.

Any press?

Only a matter of time.

We need the FBI on this.

I know just who to call.

So I have some bad news.

What the heck?

I thought you stayed over because you didn't have

to be in until 10:00 today.

So did I, but I am being brought in

on a U.S. Marshal incident two hours out by my mother.

Nothing like nepotism to force a family get-together.

Maybe she'll ask why she hasn't met me yet.

If you're lucky, you never will.

I'm not sure that sounds how you think it does.

You know how much I hate letting you down.

Can we do dinner instead?

I will sneak away if I have to.

OK.

Morning, Joel.

I thought I was gonna finally meet the elusive Clare.

Nope. You just missed her.

But isn't it gratifying to know you're not

the only one she's elusive to?

She is real, right?

This isn't, like, a ChatGPT situation?

Wait, were you going to ask her to move in?

Well, there's always dinner.

Here he comes.

-Congrats, Mike. -Thank you.

-Your last week. -Yeah.

All right. OK.

End of an era.

-Can't wait for the party. -Big day.

-Get your bait ready! -All right. All right.

It's a bit much, don't you think?

-Mike. -I told 'em not to do it.

Why do people congratulate you when you retire?

I'm not graduating.

I'm being fired, contractually.

You should be happy.

You made it all the way to the finish line.

Well, maybe not just yet.

-Hear me out. -A new theory isn't enough.

The guy we shot didn't do it.

The real assassin is still out there.

The one who missed...

on a president who isn't even in office anymore.

An extra 30 days, that's all.

I will check one last time.

But what is that saying?

Asking the same question over and over

and expecting a different result is the definition of...

How you solve a crime.

See Sharon before the briefing.

She has something for your eyes only regarding your son.

All right.

When I heard you applied, I was shocked.

A Hollingsworth behind a desk

with your whole family in the field.

My career coach in the Marines

felt the National Security Division

was the perfect fit for my skill set, what you do here.

Two Secret Service agents, a U.S. Marshal, a Fed...

What your dinner table conversations must be like.

We'd have to have dinner together to know.

Which brings me to this.

As this is the Department of Justice,

you can't tell anyone what you see here,

including, let's say, your father.

I want to make sure you have a long career with us, son.

I was told by employee services

my security clearance is pending.

I assume that's a clerical error.

Your status will update once you've settled,

after we get to know you.

-Sir, if I may. -Hmm?

Do I have the job, or am I on a trial period?

Yes.

Welcome to the DOJ.

If you left from McLean,

you would have been here 25 minutes ago.

I was at Logan's.

-Should I know who Logan is? -Oh, wait.

Is he the guy you've been dating for six months

yet only mentioned existing two weeks ago?

I knew you pulled me into this

to tell me how I'm disappointing you.

This should be open and shut.

It just needs the bureau's rubber stamp

that it's how it appears to be.

Brian Delaney.

My phone isn't working.

Yeah, we have a hotspot for you.

U.S. Marshal Libby Farrell.

Been tracking a fugitive from Monterrey, Mexico

since he jumped bail after an extradition hearing

three months ago.

She found that fugitive, Carlos Decena,

last night, 23:46.

We know the time because she called for backup.

We're awaiting the recordings.

So Decena takes off.

Farrell follows. They land here.

Decena draws his weapon.

Farrell fires.

Decena fires back as he's bleeding out.

Backup found her at 0100.

Took the police an hour to get here?

She didn't call PD.

She called the local marshal's field office.

Why here?

Trees make good cover.

I mean, this is a cellular dead zone.

Do you have any idea how few of those there are?

No, but I imagine a fugitive in hiding might.

5G by his house,

but no reception right here on this cliff.

You want to subpoena Verizon?

Libby was shot in her pec major, sternal head.

Missed the kevlar by a millimeter.

Straight through her left lung.

That's more than a lucky shot.

That's military sniper level.

Add to that just having been shot yourself,

you're talking magic trick.

Can you show me where they entered the woods?

I want to time it out.

This is why I don't work with family.

They tend to make small things into big things.

My family knows there's no such thing as small things.

Stallion, Sequoia, and Splinter are at Camp David.

And the president's daughter, Micah?

Sparrow is back in DC

looking at off-campus housing for senior year at Howard.

Ellen?

BG check on the real estate agent came back clear.

Eight showings today.

Good to go, pending on-site review.

We'll reconvene at 17:00.

Junior, a moment.

You were caught sleeping at the complex again.

This isn't a party you crashed. It's a job.

And in order to keep it,

you have to remain professional at all times.

I've never crashed a party in my life.

So this isn't you and Sparrow

on a yacht last week off Zlatni Rat?

It's my job

to go where she goes.

In board shorts?

-She asked me to join her, OK? -She is my boss.

-I'm your boss. -Wait, so she can't fire me?

-Yes, she can fi... -that's not the point.

You might be good at this, but we can't get close.

If you are perceived by the public as getting too close,

you not only put your job on the line,

you call the entire agency's ethics into question.

-Can you understand that? -Mm. Yeah.

What I understand is this is my last week working for you.

And I plan on celebrating that,

maybe with Sparrow and her friends.

OK, here's where we're at.

Carlos Decena entered the United States illegally

with his boss, Miguel Sandoval.

Sandoval is the head of the Las Cruces cartel.

Sandoval disappeared. Decena was arrested.

And after he jumped bail, Agent Farrell was assigned

to the Fugitive Task Force.

Uh, requests...

Libby requested to be put on the FTF.

What's the difference?

Perhaps nothing, but given the circumstances,

should be explored.

This was a cornered fugitive

who fought back, plain and simple.

Decena was the cartel accountant.

Per all reports, he'd never fired a gun in his life.

You think that the accountant for the deadliest cartel

in the world doesn't know how to fire a gun?

Sandoval's nannies are armed.

Why run if he was armed?

Why not just shoot the second she knocked on the door?

Fire a gun in the cul-de-sac, someone calls the cops.

-But here... -Good you bring up cops.

Protocol on remote location

is to call 911 for immediate assistance.

Libby called for backup she knew would take

over an hour to arrive.

Libby was my mentor and one of the best agents

that we have.

And we cannot release her body until this case is closed.

Preliminary forensics.

Well, let's settle this once and for all.

-Sparrow's landed. -Headed in.

Everything you requested...

high floor, tall ceilings, good light.

And the neighborhood can't be beat.

Would love to feel the vibes with only me here.

Hopefully, that'll happen someday.

Introduce yourself to the super.

Get the names of the neighbors we couldn't find.

Run BGs.

You don't even know if she likes it.

She likes it.

I'll be outside the door, ma'am.

-Rachel. -Mm.

Initial report says bullet entry and exit wounds

match the caliber of the guns.

What are you doing?

Come with me.

-Maybe a good salad? -Russ! Hey!

Your dad wanted to surprise you for lunch on your first day.

Thank you, Ginny.

That look on his face is exactly what I wanted.

Oh, Mr. Bowling, do you have a sec?

I need your signature, please.

Uh, I'll be right back.

-Not here. -Outside?

-Yep. -Right now.

When you know which bedroom you want to use,

let us know so we can check the sight lines, ma'am.

Why don't we check them together?

-OK. -Don't move.

Marshal, without moving, look behind you to your right.

Then turn back.

Libby's entry and exit wounds aren't clean.

She wasn't looking at Carlos when she was hit.

She was turning.

She was looking for something on the ridge.

-Yeah. -Decena with a gun.

I'm hearing a lot of ideas, but not a narrative,

Agent Hollingsworth.

I think a third party shot them both.

Come on.

First, over Libby's shoulder, then over Carlos's.

The shooter moved behind her, over to Carlos's spot.

My theory is that only one of them was the target.

The other was collateral.

If somebody wanted Decena dead, they knew where to find him.

But that puts my money on someone wanting Libby dead.

But why?

Recording has landed.

Deputy Marshal Libby Farrell

in need of backup in pursuit of fugitive Decena, Carlos,

headed northwest off Railroad Ave in Crozet.

Fugitive is unarmed...

Did she just say he was unarmed?

Fugitive is unarmed, on foot.

-OK. -You have 12 hours...

12 hours to prove your third-party theory

and open a formal investigation.

On it.

Seriously?

Oh, my God.

We probably should get downstairs

before they wonder what's taking you so long.

No one wonders about me, only you.

That's not true.

But we probably should be more careful.

On yachts and private planes

where nobody can see us is one thing.

But back home...

Are you breaking up with me?

You know how much I care about you.

I'm just saying it's dangerous.

Mm-hmm.

Well, it's a good thing we both like that.

What are you doing here?

Can't I take my son to lunch on his first big day

at the DOJ?

If that's all it is.

Russell.

Oh.

Hey, do you remember

when former President Barnes got shot at a few years ago?

Well, I'm running down a new theory.

But before I present it to the agency,

I just need one tiny favor.

I was specifically told not to talk

to you about this stuff.

If that doesn't tell you I'm on to something, what does?

All I need are the medical examiner's files

for the alleged shooter we killed.

That's it.

How about we hit that Thai place you love so much?

Hey.

So I'm gonna be late for dinner.

-How late? -Tomorrow.

Here you go.

So this is what Lois Lane feels like.

I love you, Lois.

Thank you.

Love you, too.

Your door is open.

I thought Clare was coming.

Strike two.

-You like my breakfast? -Wait till you try my dinner.

I can get behind a partner with unreliable hours,

especially someone doing what she does.

But combine that with

how she withholds aspects of her personal life, her family.

For some people, their family isn't part of their life,

like me.

She sends fit checks to her brother.

She can't rent a car without having her dad

review the lease a dozen times.

She agonizes over gift wrap for a present for her mom.

Maybe she's trying to protect you from something, you know?

A family full of glorified cops

finding all your skeletons

before the hors d'oeuvres hit the table.

I don't have any skeletons.

I wish I did, then it would make more sense.

You hungry?

-Oh, very. -Have a seat.

-Calling instead of texting. -Who died?

Needed my hands free 'cause I'm working.

-Oh, pass-the-time call. -My favorite.

Can't it be 'cause I'm lonely?

You?

-Fine. -I want to complain.

-Mom or Dad? -Never Mom.

That's where we're different.

Well, clearly, you need to go first.

Should we conference Russ in?

No, let him stay innocent as always,

where everyone's kind and good.

I was closing in on a most wanted,

and Mom pulled me off to authenticate a double murder

and doesn't seem to care that I have my own caseload.

Never mind I have to fight her cronies on this,

and it's almost like she wants that.

At least she wants your help.

Dad's been riding me so hard lately,

and I can't figure out why.

It's like he's trying to embarrass me

so he's the only Hollingsworth the service remembers fondly.

Yeah, he can't be taking retirement well.

Not at all.

How do I get Mom to take my job seriously?

How do I get Dad to trust me with mine?

Maybe she's just trying to make me pay for choosing

the bureau over her.

Or maybe it's about you not letting us meet this guy.

OK, Logan is also kind and good,

and I want to keep him that way as long as possible.

You know Mom.

She's probably going to polygraph him in the driveway.

And Dad's gonna tell me to break up with him

'cause his handshake's weak.

It's weak?

It's not the firmest, but he's a history teacher.

And who shakes hands anymore, anyway?

Look, just let him embarrass you.

In three weeks, you're gonna wish

he were still there to do it.

-Love you. -Love you.

Gotcha.

I'm sorry I'm late, Terry.

I missed you this weekend.

Ooh, that reminds me.

If anyone asks, I was with you last night.

I used you to get out of a work thing.

I'm gonna need more than 12 hours.

Tell your supervisor, not me.

He needs your approval.

Approve this?

Someone shot a bullet into the ground next to Libby.

A Glock 19, like Libby's.

Only hers was fired once, not twice.

The killer shot Carlos with the Glock-alike

and then fired Libby's gun to make it look like she did it.

A bullet hole with no bullet isn't proof of anything.

And speaking of a lack of proof,

I'd like to meet your boyfriend, if he exists.

That is not at all relevant to...

-No. -You're probably right.

If you're so sure I won't like him,

it's probably good to keep him away.

Passive-aggressive doesn't work on you.

It's just aggressive.

OK, I'll go direct.

You always said you didn't want to end up like me,

hence your choosing the bureau.

I think you chose a partner not like us for that same reason.

And while it's been almost 12 months...

Six months.

You haven't introduced any of us to this Logan.

So I can only assume that you're currently

discovering the ones not like us don't work out.

They see us as exciting anomalies at first,

human superheroes doing the Lord's work.

And while it's intoxicating to be looked at that way,

they grow to resent what we know is fact...

that you can't protect the world

and the people you love in it at the same time.

They end up wanting you to choose.

And we all make the right choice in the end.

Logan isn't like that.

That's why I don't want you to meet.

You always think the worst of people.

I think the real of people.

Are you gonna give me the time or not?

You can have 12 more hours.

24.

And I will bring Logan to dinner tomorrow night

and show you what I found.

I knew you'd come around.

-Babe, two? -There's only six of us.

Well, I couldn't decide if you were from a fruit

or a cream family.

And I couldn't decide that because

I know nothing about them.

How much can you tell me in... what have we got?

22 minutes?

Well, to start, don't ask questions.

They hate that.

That would be incredibly rude.

It's a house full of government agents.

Let them do the asking, or they're gonna think

you're deflecting, which is what I'll be doing.

What do they actually know about me?

They know your name.

Why do I need a warrant to see what's in the camera?

-You know why. -What do you think is on there?

Hi.

It's not that I think that there's anything.

But if the apartment has one, there's got to be a reason.

I want to know what it is.

Mom!

This is...

Madam Marshal, nice to meet you.

Oh, you did your research.

It's Jane.

It's nice to meet you, Logan.

Clare has told me next to nothing about you,

which means she must really care for you.

I'll try.

You shouldn't have to.

Shall I give you some help in the kitchen?

Sure.

Uh, Micah,

see if our guest would like a drink.

I'm on the phone.

OK, get off the phone.

I've got the drinks.

I got rid of the coat rack.

It was standing there empty like some dead tree.

Who doesn't love a "you never visit" in metaphor form?

I bought that coat rack.

You moved the sofa.

-Yes. -Yo, Dad.

When's the last time we did this, huh?

-Oh, gosh. -Not since...

Forever.

I, for one, feel like I haven't seen you in forever.

-Yeah, yeah. -You saw me a couple hours ago.

You hid from me. Is Russ here yet?

Russ! Russell!

-He's not here. -Russ!

What was that? What's in there?

It's messy.

So you, uh, raised all three kids here, huh?

All three.

-Hey, buddy. -Hey.

Would you mind if I stole Clare?

No, no, no, not at all.

OK, Logan, I will show you around.

A lot has changed since I was last here,

so it'll all be new to the both of us.

-Yeah. -Mom got the house in the...

Divorce.

-We're not divorced. -We're not divorced.

Just separated in perpetuity.

She has better health insurance.

-OK. -Yeah?

-All right. -Yeah.

Two.

Fruit and cream.

Why don't you take your coat off and try to relax.

-Right. -Yeah.

Thank you.

-Logan. -Mr. Hollingsworth.

-You can call me Mike. -Mike.

-Very nice to meet you. -You too.

What if I told you I maybe got caught

doing something I shouldn't have?

Maybe or did?

It's so nice that you and your...

that you and Jane are so friendly.

It's all for your sake.

We haven't seen each other in years.

There is something off about this living room.

Can't put my finger on it.

-Hey. -I need advice.

-Uh-uh. -I gotta talk to Mom.

Uh, get Logan a drink.

-Russell. -Hey, Dad.

Just the man I was hoping to see.

Here's what I found.

Libby wasn't just looking for Carlos.

She was secretly searching for his boss, too.

Per her credit card statements, any tip they got on Sandoval,

she followed up on her own dime.

-Honey, I'm plating. -Help me.

Is Bowling treating you all right?

-Yeah. Good. -Good.

Were you able to get it?

You know, it's hard on my first day to ask...

-Logan! -Russell.

-Excuse me. Man of the hour. -Hi.

-Russell Hollingsworth. -Pleasure.

-Very nice to meet you. -Good to meet you.

-Has nobody taken your coat? -Oh, no.

-That's all right. -Let me hang that up for you.

You know, on second thought,

why don't you hang both of these up?

-I'll get us a drink, OK? -Oh, sure.

-How's that? -Yeah, that's great.

-How do you feel about bourbon? -I love bourbon.

-Make yourself at home. -OK.

The judge would provide the warrant,

but management would review the footage first,

which means your dad, unless you can tell them

what you're looking for specifically.

-This is an empty rental. -It's a public space.

Why do we even need a warrant?

The warrant is for the landlord

to give us the footage.

What is on this footage, Micah?

Can you tell me?

Can you give me BG on the landlord?

I guess.

Did I tell you a neighbor's Nest cam

caught an Uber delivering an envelope to Carlos's house

the day he died?

Driver said he didn't look, but it felt like cash.

My hunch is that the killer paid Carlos

to lure Libby to that blind spot on the cliff.

Promised they'd get rid of her to keep his hiding place

a secret, then killed them both.

You still haven't offered why a deputy marshal

would be targeted for a hit.

Sandoval knows Libby's looking for him.

Maybe she's getting close.

But why would Libby be looking for Sandoval

in the first place?

We have a special task force on him.

She could have asked to be on it.

She didn't.

Maybe she wanted brownie points for finding him herself.

Or...

Or maybe she wanted to find him for another reason.

It's the medical examiner.

Been waiting for this.

-Hi. -Hello?

-You like bourbon? -Thank you.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

What? Uh...

-How did that slip by everyone? -Hello?

Can it wait?

Did the Marshals Service know?

I am at dinner with my family.

Well?

The background request on the landlord set off alarms.

-I couldn't stop it. -Do you have the files?

They're looking into you now.

Did you get the background or not?

It's in your inbox.

This is big news.

That picture doesn't fit.

Yeah, I know, um...

-Who plays piano? -My brother...

Oh, it's just for show.

-There's sheet music. -It came with.

Are there photos missing from the wall here?

So many questions.

What, are you a nor my or CIA?

Hey, why is everybody on their phones?

No more working. It's family time.

That wasn't work.

But they did call, so I should call them back.

Retirement 24 hours away, and you're still whipped?

-What's going on with you? -What's going on with you?

Russ,

let's finish that conversation.

Junior can show Logan upstairs.

If you want to talk to Dad...

I'm not done with Logan.

Oh, Russ.

Russell.

OK, then.

Libby had terminal cancer.

Maybe contain your excitement over that.

I just got off a call.

Her blood work showed trace amounts

of dendritic cell treatment, whose clinical trial

is only approved in Mexico.

The waiting list is years long.

-How did Libby get in? -Clare...

I need to be sent down there immediately

to talk to the doctors and interview everybody.

Clare...

What if Libby found Sandoval but cut a deal,

told him she'd keep his location a secret if...

if he got her into the trial?

I mean, with his connections, that'd be easy.

-But why kill her? -Clare,

you have to stop.

Stop what?

Oh, Logan.

Excuse us. Russ.

Hey, uh, can I help at all?

-No. -No.

Your investigation made it up the chain.

They think you've blown a simple incident

out of proportion with no one asking for a deeper look,

not your bureau, not the Mexican government,

not even Libby's widower.

Everyone's happy with how it appears, except you.

They're closing it out.

It's over.

Did you or did you not get what I was asking for?

Just answer me.

I couldn't. I'm sorry.

You couldn't or you didn't want to?

Why did I even get you that job if you can't help me?

-You didn't get me that job. -I got that job for myself.

Oh.

Time for dinner.

After you.

These are really beautiful.

Terry's office. Who's Terry?

My boyfriend...

who's moving in.

You know,

I had something I was really passionate about at work.

And now you can go back to it.

I got taken off of it for your case,

and now I care about your case.

So, um, how long have you been in this house?

Around 30 years.

34.

It was Mike's before he met me.

Now it's Terry's.

And, um, what was Clare like as a kid?

The same.

Headstrong, determined.

Insubordinate.

-My, uh... -my brother's like that.

I guess all firstborns are, right?

Clare's not the first.

Yes, she is.

Are we not counting Jack anymore?

I don't think that's right at all.

Who's Jack?

Is there some kind of secret sibling I should know about?

Jack was my son from my first marriage.

He died five years ago.

I assumed Clare told you.

Maybe she was waiting for it to get more serious

before revealing something so personal.

Yeah, I-I thought it was serious.

Logan, please.

Suddenly, I am not, uh, feeling so great.

And I, um...

I think I'm gonna go.

Excuse me.

It was very nice to meet you.

I'm sorry if we made you uncomfortable in any way.

-Not at all. -Thank you.

Seriously?

I'm needed back at the office.

If that were true, I would have heard.

Enjoy your retirement.

You know, I didn't want to come tonight.

I knew we'd end up pretending to be

how we haven't been in years.

Turns out we can't even do that anymore.

Logan, wait.

Please.

I don't even know what to say, Clare.

Why didn't you tell me?

Jack was in Afghanistan.

When he came back, he was never the same.

He started drinking and doing drugs,

anything not to face whatever he had done or seen there.

Until one day, he realized it would never work, I guess.

Clare,

that is awful

for you and for your family.

But I don't understand.

Are you ashamed of that or something?

Is this why you hid them from me?

I hid them from you because of what you just witnessed...

a family full of people who will stop at nothing

to protect literal strangers,

but are unable to stop hurting each other.

But they're not you.

They're not.

I thought we told each other everything.

I told you everything.

Maybe my mom was right.

Maybe we're just too different.

I really thought this was working.

Hey.

Let's get drunk.

Mm.

-Sprung for top shelf, I see. -Yeah.

It gets the same job done for a third of the price.

Ew.

Why didn't you tell him about Jack?

I was gonna tell him.

I just thought tonight was safe since Mom and Dad

never talk about it.

We've been so defined by what happened,

I just wanted one thing tragedy didn't touch.

So sorry.

Did you know Dad tried to manipulate me

into getting information for him at the DOJ?

That's why he tried to corner you?

About that old assassination attempt?

What'd you do?

I got it, but I didn't give it to him.

Our whole lives, he's been Secret Service Agent

Mike Hollingsworth.

In two days, Dad.

I've been looking forward to that for so long.

The idea I could be the reason it got postponed...

For the last hour,

I've been looking for dirt to ruin a total stranger

just to save my own ass.

Self-preservation at all costs.

We really are just chips off the old blocks, huh?

Don't let Mom define your job

or your relationship or yourself.

We're adults now.

We get to choose the life that we want.

You're right.

What's going on with you and Russ?

I needed his help.

The agents that get remembered are the ones who screwed up.

I don't want that to be me.

Isn't it possible you didn't

and you're just afraid to let go?

Terrified.

That's why you have to.

Why are you torturing Clare?

You could have pulled anyone on that case.

I needed her.

Plus, she'd been avoiding me.

I wanted to make sure she wasn't

making a mistake with Logan.

Well, if you're so worried about making mistakes,

maybe your boyfriend shouldn't move in so fast.

After all, it was my bed

you were in the other night, not his.

I know.

Dad?

-Dad, are you still here? -Yeah.

Mr. Farrell, I'm so sorry to bother you,

especially during this time.

I'm just trying to close the loop.

Yes, of course.

When the blood work came back on Libby,

it appeared that there were drugs in her system

that were not FDA approved... meds, I should say,

one in particular for cancers, such as melanoma,

lung, and breast, the latter of which, your wife...

For a few years, yes.

Might you be able to tell us

how she procured this treatment?

-Oh, God. -Uh, I have no idea.

Are you sure?

Because you seemed pretty involved with her care.

God, I knew this would happen.

I knew you would find out.

I was able to get what you wanted.

-Russ. -I shouldn't have done it.

But I do have it. So if you really want it...

I don't.

I can give it to you and risk losing my job.

But, wait, what did you say?

I said I don't want it.

-You don't? -Your mom and I talked.

I was grasping at straws,

looking for anything I could to stay in the game.

And I never should have used you to do it.

And I lied.

I said I pulled strings to get you that job,

but you didn't need it.

Junior?

I'm kind of in the middle of something.

The camera wasn't recording.

-I know. I unplugged it. -No, it was a prop.

The landlord plugged it in to scare people.

Apparently, there's been a string of squatters...

Is everything OK?

What did you want to talk about?

What kind of pizza do you want for your party?

I'm in charge of F&B.

You know what? Don't tell me right now.

I gotta run, but, uh, I'll call you later?

Yeah.

Clare called an emergency meeting

to present new evidence she's found.

I have to stop her right now.

I thought this was open and shut.

-It's not. -It's not.

And yet I have the director of the FBI

calling me at 9 o'clock saying I need to hear

what you have to say, and it can't wait.

What's so urgent?

These two people shot each other.

No, Clare was right.

They were shot by a hit man hired by Miguel Sandoval.

Libby's widower gave me permission

to share chats between her and Sandoval on Discord, in code.

She found him in March, but facing her terminal diagnosis,

she asked for help in place of an arrest.

He arranged a round of treatment

in a medical trial in Cancun for Libby,

and then he ghosted her.

And when she needed another round to keep her numbers down,

her only chance was to find Carlos in hopes

that he'd rat out where his boss was hiding.

Sandoval heard that Libby was closing in on Carlos,

and afraid her asks would never stop,

hired an assassin to kill both and make it look like

they did it to each other.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

There was an accident on the Roosevelt.

I tried to stop Clare from calling you all in.

-No need. -Your daughter did well, Jane.

Never thought one of our own could do this,

especially Libby.

Thank you for putting this together, Agent Hollingsworth.

The USMS will take over.

You can get back to your caseload.

Jane, a word.

You tried to stop me?

And I would have if I hadn't been late.

You've never been late a day in your life.

You wanted me to do that.

Maybe I knew more about poor Libby than I let on.

Maybe I thought no one would listen

because who wants to admit one of their own had gone rogue.

And maybe... maybe I needed someone

from the outside who I knew would stop

at nothing to find the truth.

So you do believe in my work.

I don't believe in you.

I'm sure of you.

And I really would like to give Logan another chance.

I would as well.

He's called so many times. I've ignored them all.

Avoidant, as always.

Afraid,

not avoidant.

But I bet you have nothing to be afraid of.

Go talk to him.

Hello?

Ms. Hollingsworth?

Clare?

Is anybody here?

I wanted to apologize for earlier.

Hello?

So I'm not who I said I was.

But neither are you.

Logan?

Babe?

-Oh, we can't do this here. -No.

I gotta go.

♪ Waiting in line ♪

♪ Till your time ♪

This is ridiculous.

Has it dawned on you that we could help?

I've said what I can at this time, sir.

All we know is that my daughter's boyfriend

was attacked. Is he alive?

Is he dead? Is he in critical condition?

I've got it from here.

Homeland Security Detective Nia Wallace.

♪ Different things to me ♪

Never been in this situation before,

but since you all have as high security clearances as I do,

I feel you'll understand more than most

what I'm about to share.

Someone's been targeting high-ranking government agents

in the past few weeks.

-What do you mean, targeting? -What do you mean, agents?

We've lost a a DEA agent,

-an ATF officer, and... -A U.S. Marshal.

Whoever this killer is, one of you was their goal.

Your boyfriend was just in the way.

We need to keep this out of the public eye.

You need to continue business as usual.

You need to remain at your posts

until we know who's doing this and who in your family

was the target.

Retirement's put on hold, Agent Hollingsworth.

Keep your eyes open, but keep your cases up, too.

I'll need to bring you in for interviews right now.

Let me just gather my things.

Mike, some help.

Yeah.

I have a feeling about something.

Come here.

♪ What you see ♪

♪ Motionless wheel ♪

♪ Nothing is real ♪

Oh, no.

What?

It can't be Jack.

I refuse to believe it.

Well, if it is, we have to get to him before they do,

find out what's going on.

Come on.

♪ Everyone's taking everything they can ♪

♪ Everything they can ♪

♪ Everyone's taking everything they can ♪

♪ Everything ♪