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Ladies!

Are we having a party or what?

I could have another.

You too, right, Jess?

Okay. Ah, yeah.

Can't have a bunch of thirsty sailors out here, huh?

Uh-oh.

No problem. Play more downstairs.

No,

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

Where's Kat?

That was refreshing.

Refreshing? I'm exhausted.

Good.

I was afraid you were off the market.

I heard things were complicated with, uh... What's her name?

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

I'm a free man.

You've made that abundantly clear.

Mm-hmm.

So... La Loca Brea.

Oh, really? We're gonna talk about work, are we?

Okay.

Lalo Cabrera.

High up in the Ortega cartel. He's known to us. What of him?

He's here.

In New York City.

Says who?

Says me.

Okay.

So what's someone so high up in the Ortega cartel doing here in the city?

It's your job, isn't it?

But whatever it is, it can't be good.

Because Lalo Cabrera isn't good.

No, he definitely is not.

Be careful.

Cabaret has a nasty reputation.

And I'd hate for you to get yourself killed just as we're getting

reacquainted.

Well, I will try my level best.

And just to say it... You know when I say, what's her name?

I'm referring to Tony Napier.

Rogue CIA intelligence officer.

What's her name?

Don't worry, that's over.

I've learned my lesson there.

Never fall in love with your partner, unless they fake their own death and go

on a killing spree.

You've got the room till 11.

Enjoy yourself.

Boom.

Okay. All right.

You know what?

You are definitely not as rusty as I thought you'd be.

I was only out three weeks.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

I'm always here for you, man. Come on.

So you doing all right? Or what?

Yeah. Yeah?

I remember when we lost my dad.

Cancer, same deal. It just went so quick at the end, you know.

Yeah, I'm fine.

You sure?

We boxing or talking about our feelings? Okay.

Okay.

You all right? Oh, hold on. Yeah, no.

That's a pretty good shot for a guy who swears that he's fine.

Sorry. My bad.

Yeah, yeah. I'll be there.

Down to the last of the boxes. Your mom swears. Her words.

I'll go through them. It won't be a problem.

Okay.

Hey, please be nice to my... Who am I kidding?

You're always nice to my mom.

I'll see you for dinner.

Love you.

Love you more.

All right, partner.

Your first day back, and I have to hear about it third-hand.

You know, it wasn't funny the first time, and believe it or not, it doesn't

get funnier the more you do it. Oh, I strenuously disagree.

How did you even... It doesn't matter. It's okay.

You can admit it. You missed me.

That's your takeaway here?

No, my takeaway is you don't call, you don't write. Your dad passed away a

month ago, and as your friend, I would have liked to have been there for you.

Well, you're here now.

Yes, I am.

So, um...

Do you want to talk about it? Your dad?

Some other time.

Good. Because we've got a live one and you're making us late.

Come on, what are you waiting for?

You're not getting up front?

No, no. No time. The world needs saving.

So how's the new girl?

Way more fun than you are, mate. That's for sure.

Teddy.

Look who came back early. Bill, meet Teddy Marsh. He just transferred here

from the Berlin station.

Hey. This one. Do you let him drive?

I do not let him drive.

Well, he tricked me.

Welcome to his world.

Good to see you, Bill.

Gina, let's bring the group up to what we know.

Yeah, Colin tipped us off to a visitor who just arrived in New York. This is

cartel fixer Lalo Cabrera.

Fixer being an odd name for a guy who has broken as many bones as he has. He

works for the Ortega Cartel out of Colombia.

He's now recognized as an international terrorist organization. He's wanted in a

dozen different countries.

Today he's here. I want to know why.

I'll call FBI Transnational Organized Crime. Yeah, not necessary.

We have a lead, courtesy of my asset.

Lalo needs documents for his eventual exit.

That's our angle. We locate him and we put a tail on. I'm going to reach out to

my DEA contact. Make sure we don't run into any friendlies out there.

Copy that.

No rest for the wicked, eh?

Thanks.

Why don't you load up your arsenal? I'll meet you downstairs.

Okay.

You look good.

You're sleeping.

Yeah. I'm good. Ready to work.

I know.

You said so before I even asked.

Listen.

Ops go bad. People die. Wives leave.

Officers drink.

Or worse. To compensate or overcompensate.

All we do is hard.

You don't need a clear conscience. You need a clear head.

I am ready.

I will not put myself or this team in danger.

Okay, I've been meaning to ask you. No, still haven't spoken to Tony.

And, uh, I've decided I'm not going to. Don't even know where to take you now.

I'm over it.

Deeply.

Profoundly. Heroically.

I was going to ask if you know who stole my desk chair.

Oh.

Yeah, no, that was me.

Yeah, I'm not giving it back, though.

Here we are. We got movement.

Okay, that's Cabrera. And they've made contact.

Walking towards you.

You ready for this?

Like riding a bike.

He's crossing the street, handing over to you.

Where is he?

He's gone.

What do you mean he's gone? What do I mean? What do you mean, what do I mean?

You didn't go wide enough to keep eyes on him. Why would I have to go wide if I

told you I was dropping back?

See, maybe we should have had a better plan.

Great. Like riding a bike.

Do you think you're so much better than everyone? People could just try, you

know, a little bit harder. People? Yes, people, you know, in general, humanity.

You know what I ought to do?

Please, enlighten me.

He's all yours now.

Okay, copy that. Thanks, Nikki.

I know this is just for show, but do you want to finish that thought? You want to

what?

I forgot. I don't know. I was just improvising. You sounded very

believable. Hey, boys, can we focus?

Yeah, I know I can.

Gina, can you track him?

We can.

Also, we are eastbound.

Sending it through now. Black sedan, Florida plates.

Oh, how did we... Did we just try and... Nikki, brush him with a low-level

radioactive tracing powder.

Love it.

Posh friends, Lalo.

Very tasteful.

Zeep, who's at 9-3 Baker Court? Anyone on our watch lists?

Something weird here.

The house is owned by a Delaware LLC and it's tied to a shell company in BVI.

This guy did not want to be found.

Can you get a name?

I think I can.

Appears to be Mitch Selby.

former navy seal and has done quite a few tours as a private contractor with

the dea

Don't move.

Who the hell are we?

We're the guys who finally caught you, mate.

I recognize you.

The idiots on my ass back in the city.

Yeah, that's us. Tell me, when you're torturing a guy, do you yank the nails

off real quick, or do you peel them back nice and slow?

I did nothing here.

You travel all this way to ask this DEA agent some questions?

How'd you find him? Because he didn't make it easy.

You know I didn't kill that man.

Why don't you hurt me, huh?

See what that feels like? Maybe you might like it.

Well, if that's what you want.

But I gotta tell you, I'm all messed up.

Mentally.

You can't do that.

CIA doesn't torture.

Not anymore.

What made you think I'm CIA?

Experience.

Now, come on, uncuff me. Let me go home.

Want the help of the CIA?

How did you find Mitch Selby?

Six years now, I've been looking for this money.

Last week, I got a tip that this DEA pig stole from me. And now you found me

here? No, no, no, no.

It's too easy.

Something bigger is going on.

Someone wanted you to find me here.

I didn't have time to kill this guy.

Nice house, isn't it?

For a DEA contractor.

Nice paintings.

Of course.

Antonio Jacobson.

Not cheap.

How'd you know that?

Besides the fact that his name's written at the bottom.

I mean, color palette, shading, late 19th century.

Bill Goodman.

You really are an onion, aren't you?

Okay. Well, if you're going to spend all that money on this painting, why would

you... Why hang it half an inch crooked?

Yeah.

Well, whatever selfie was hiding in here is gone now.

I'm going to call Nikki.

We're not seeing the full picture here.

Deborah?

Nikki Raynard.

What do you have to trade today?

Trade? No, me, never. No.

I come bearing gifts today.

We got Lalo Cabrera in custody.

How? Tailed him to a house in Douglaston.

Found him standing over a dead DEA agent.

Was it Kip Hall?

It's Mitch Selby.

Who's Kip Hall?

Six years ago, DEA tracked Lalo to a safe house in Antiguaia.

It was a fortress loaded with cash.

We built an advanced team.

Kip Paul was on it.

Selby. We raided the house, but it was dry.

No Lalo, no money.

But?

I wondered.

Was it possible dirty agents on our side scooped up the cash before we hit the

house?

Have you confirmed this wonderment?

Well, Kip Hall retired at 50, bought a 60-foot yacht on the government's

pension, and then vanished out the back of it two days ago, so... So Hall's

missing.

Selby's dead, tortured first. Maybe Lalo finally tracked the guys who ripped him

off. He's here for his revenge.

Who's on the advance team?

I have to check, but... Nikki, if it's what it looks like... I know.

This isn't a one-off. It's a killing spree.

Hey, what do we know about our missing DEA agent, Kip Hall?

Suffolk County PD searches Yacht Bow to Stern. Not a speck of blood or trace DNA

belonging to anyone who wasn't on board. And according to the two female

companions, Kip went down below for a few minutes.

Later, they hear a strange noise, go to check it out. He was gone.

A strange noise, like someone prying a hole open into a wall?

They weren't specific.

And their judgment may have been clouded by a heroic amount of cocaine and age

drum. Wait, a hole in the wall like the one at Selby's?

So two former DEA agents, one dead, one MIA.

Safe to assume the worst. That's evidence that the killer was looking for

something. Stolen drug money?

Millions?

Lalo didn't do this murder.

And there's no evidence he was even on that boat.

No, of course he didn't, because the cartel does not leave witnesses. But

somebody else did this.

Someone very careful.

So we're saying that someone hired a professional, someone with insider

knowledge on this DEA team. Thank you.

What is it?

Intel.

From my DEA contact.

The agent who coordinated the failed bus. Name was Keith Truman.

He can lead us to this DEA team.

Great. Where can we find him?

Well, that's the problem, isn't it?

Keep it quiet. Keep it clean. Last thing we want is a shootout.

Confirmation on a target?

Keyhole recon puts him inside with three, maybe four associates.

Satellite imagery.

Busting into places without a warrant. Sounds like fun.

Show me your hand.

What's it? Now!

Where's your warrant, pig?

Dad, where are you at? Move it!

What are you doing?

Agent, don't come in. Relax.

Yeah, I don't think I will.

This better be damn good, because you are about to blow a six-month off.

We had to.

Agent Keith Truman, listen, I hate to be a party pooper, but we think your life's

in danger.

You may be the only person who can tell us why.

Someone's after my guys? What are you talking about?

First of all, why don't you tell us about this raid on Lalo Cabrera's house

six years ago?

Down in the Aurora Valley.

This guy's supposed to be sitting on a mountain of cash.

We get there, house is empty.

This raid's supposed to make my career, right?

Instead, look at me.

Still sitting here chasing these dirtbags undercover.

Never figure out what went wrong?

Talked it up to bad intel.

Well, it might not be that simple, Keith.

Mitch Selby's been murdered.

Kip Paul went missing off his boat two days ago, and NYPD just dredged up his

body with a bullet wound to the head.

Both professional hits.

Oh, man.

Mitch and Kip.

They were my advance team on that raid.

They're dead.

This was revenge.

It was them. They stole that money.

Was it bad intel?

My guys used my work to rip off the cartel and make me look the righteous

ass. Listen, we coordinated with DEA. We've set up a safe house for you. We'll

get you taken there.

Then we're going to find this assassin.

You lay low until we give you the all clear.

You understand?

Watch your back.

all right guys i might have something so we know that local pd dredged the sound

near kip's boat found his body weighted down single gunshot to the head i just

got off with a source in mi6 this here was erica nystrom swedish tech

billionaire went missing off her 60 meter yacht three years ago sailing the

coast of sardinia divers found her body weighted down just like kip hall single

bullet to the head so we got same same

So the Brits think that this was the work of an assassin named Felix Vincent.

What?

Yeah.

You guys have heard of him?

Yeah, understatement.

He's killed three CIA operatives, amongst many others.

But his greatest skill is convincing the world he doesn't exist.

We thought he was dead. I guess we thought wrong.

Yeah. Not a single image on file? Okay, there's just this sketch made by the

police officers in Latvia.

But, I mean, this guy could be anyone.

Even his name, Felix Vincent, could be an alias or an anagram.

Well, whoever he is, he could be our guy hunting down former federal agents. And

robbing them of cartel cash.

Do you have any idea who hired him?

Well, how do we even find this Felix guy? I mean, I'll start by looking up

suspicious activity reports, wire transfers, mentions in other cases,

anything. But clearly this guy's a ghost.

And how long do we have any possible locations?

Many, many hours.

Craig. Oh, look who it is. Sorry I'm late.

I was just showing Katie the pictures from the spring break at Lake George.

Yeah, how could we forget the time I broke my arm and my ankle water skiing?

Oh, but it couldn't keep you down. Hey.

Hi, honey.

Look at this.

Such a great picture of you and your dad.

Come on the food is here.

Let's sit down so I can tell her about the time you got into a fight with a

goose He started

Mom, when was Dad in Georgia?

I don't know. He had connecting flights in Atlanta all the time.

No, this boarding pass puts him in Tbilisi in 1998.

98? Uh, he was consulting then, after the Army.

Right. Must have done some business over there.

Huh?

Abe? Yeah?

You okay?

Yeah, all good. Just going down memory lane.

So this is it?

Vincent's name pinged at this location?

According to Gina's analysis, yeah.

It's a garage.

Well, nothing gets past you, does it?

Hold up. Are we calling SWAT or are we clearing this ourselves?

Guess we're not calling SWAT.

Maybe this is his?

Could be.

Whoa, don't... Don't what, Bill?

Just a drop cloth.

Camera.

Gina, call NYPD. We need to secure this location.

There's a bomb in the garage.

Unbelievable.

You guys are okay?

We're alive.

So, good news, bad news. We found Felix Vincent's car. It was under live camera

surveillance. Surveillance is smart.

Breaking a car to blow, that's a break glass in case of emergency maneuver.

You think someone tipped him that we're onto him?

Only other person we told about any of this was Keith Truman.

Oh, and then a day later, you're nearly incinerated by the killer.

Yeah. I don't think it's a coincidence.

Agree. I scanned all of the cams from the garage going back three weeks, and

look who I found.

Agent Keith Truman. Twice.

Was there last night.

I thought he was supposed to be in a safe house.

He lied.

He's working with Vincent.

It makes sense.

DEA agent Keith Truman, he whiffed six years ago.

He wanted to arrest Lalo Cabrera.

But his case went bad.

So he finds a way to tip Lalo off, brings him up from South America to

frame him for a couple of murders.

A dirty DEA agent, we will get him.

The real win is taking out a wanted assassin.

Only reason a killer like Vincent sticks around is if he has another target.

I'll reach out to DEA, see if there's something or someone we're missing.

Meantime, Gina, get eyes on Truman. Put a drone over his ass.

We don't lose them. You understand?

Yep.

Here's what I know.

Truman's after action listed himself, Hull, Selby, and local hires. The

official version.

And the unofficial?

Pulled the flight logs myself. There was a pilot, Gary Martin, a contractor,

elite military background.

He didn't make tactical entry, so his name stayed buried.

Well, if that money made it out of the country, somebody flew it out.

DA lost track of him. Some real Rambo situation, according to my girl here.

Says Gary Martin lives down two dirt roads in Tennessee.

Gets his mail delivered to the Dairy Queen, go figure. But more to the point,

Martin landed in JFK this morning.

Why would he do that?

Mitch Selby's funeral is one guess.

I owe you one. You owe me several.

I'll keep a ledger.

No answer.

It's definitely staying here the guy in reception just said he popped out for a

coffee so The waiting game a

Bill you with me

Yeah, I Just been going through my dad's things and

Okay, mate. Look you don't need to be here. No, I found an airline ticket at

Tbilisi in Georgia My dad didn't keep secrets. I don't know. It's not sitting

right

It's policing.

Yeah, it was after he retired from the military, though.

Never mentioned it.

Phil, mate, I wouldn't overthink it.

I mean, you don't tell Katie what we do, and I still consider you a good person.

Thank God.

What?

You just gave me a compliment.

Would I see him that messed up?

No, no, just as confused as usual.

And he's back.

Heads up.

Gary Martin.

We need to talk.

Seemed pretty calm for a man on a hit list.

Yeah, well, I figured this day might come.

You know, Keith, Keith is a miserable person. I didn't want to rob the cartel.

Well, you did.

Well, they blackmailed me.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

Found out about my drug problem.

Yeah, I was the D.A. cliche, but Keith, he was dirty since day one.

So, are you saying that Keith set up the heist?

Yeah, that was his whole deal.

I mean, as he would have told you, you know, no one tracks the money better

than me.

Maybe he was right.

But we got there a day early and hit the house.

So the three of you double-crossed your boss?

Yeah, we did.

Yeah, I could screw him, you know.

Robbed from bad people, what'd you think was gonna happen?

Yeah, we knew.

But it felt good to get over on him.

For a second, there was this guard that we didn't expect.

He was a kid.

Maybe 15 years old, you know?

Now, Kip was the one who pulled the trigger, but Mitch and me, did we stop

him?

I quit the DEA, got clean, tried to start over.

But I would...

I just see his face, you know?

I'll just be sitting at a red light.

After all that, why come to Mitch Selby's funeral?

Mitch was decent.

Mitch got me clean.

So I'm gonna pay my respects. That is all I ask.

And then you guys can lock me up for what we did.

What I did.

I'm thinking that maybe we can help each other out here, Gary.

How do you feel about being a live target for an international assassin?

You seem a little on edge, Gary.

I got this.

Ever owned Keith's planes before?

Be fun to try it sober.

Good man.

Here.

Listen, if you want to skip the funeral, I can handle it from here. Let you take

all the credit, no way.

Okay.

Good.

Let's go and have some bad guys.

Okay, Gary's wide open.

Let's see who's taking an interest.

Gravedigger, 50 yards east, lingering by a pickup.

Zeb?

The gravedigger appears to be making a living as a gravedigger.

Lonely widow.

Red dress, carrying flowers, 9 o'clock.

I don't want to burst your bubble, but your lonely widow is visiting her late

ex-husband's grave. She's a middle school English teacher.

I don't think she's our shooter.

Keep scanning possibilities.

At this time, Selby family would like to invite you to a reception honoring Mitch

at Gil's Bar on Stillman Avenue.

Nikki, do you want Teddy and me at this reception?

Uh, no.

No, get back here.

I want Gary transferred to FBI custody.

Copy that, Nikki.

I think we might roll to this reception just in case.

Bill, you're joining us. I still need your eyes.

Bill.

Bill.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Copy that.

Get right with the world.

There'll be time for that.

Go, go, go, go.

Let's go.

I've got Gary! Go! Go!

FBI! Stay down! Get down!

It's over.

Just give yourself up.

I'm ready for this, Mr.

FBI man.

Are you?

No.

All right, Keith.

How's that safe house working out for you?

Why don't you open up the van for us?

It's not my van.

Oh, yeah?

Why don't we test that theory?

Still haven't seen a warrant.

Ask my partner.

Well, well.

Not your van?

Guess that's not your money.

You think you're better than me?

Well, I know I'm not.

But my friend Bill here definitely is. He's honest to a fault, aren't you,

Bill?

But the one thing he really can't stand is a dirty Fed.

Felix Vincent, your hitman for hire, he's on the run.

If you help us find him, maybe we can help you.

I wouldn't help either one of you two, even if I could.

I had a phone number, that's it.

Felix Vincent?

Who knows who the hell he is?

Bill, I think I'm done here.

Read him his rights.

I could do a lot of good with that money.

What money?

I suppose I should say thank you for saving my life at the cemetery.

But I'm not going to.

Because it was luck, Bill, wasn't it?

You just got lucky.

Because I saw you staring out over those buried people and you froze.

Your dad just died. It's fine if you're not okay.

You can lie to yourself, but you can't lie to me.

So don't try.

Come on in.

Hey, hard date to mind.

What's that supposed to mean?

Huh? Nothing at all. You've been monitoring my social life.

Listen, um...

I need access to all CIA files on Operation Panama, Tbilisi, 98 to 2003.

98 to 2003, yeah, that is a dark stain on us all.

Yeah.

What could that matter tonight?

It's probably nothing.

Is this going to be a problem?

You tell me.

I'll get you access.

Thank you for that.

Everything else good?

Just peachy.

Peachy? Yeah.

Won't get better than that.

What?

What do you mean they didn't find a body?

No body.

No trace of him.

You know what this means?

Felix Vincent is alive.

And we need to get our arms around this.

Yeah.

Cheers.

I wasn't sure what I was looking for, but then... Here.

What is this?

This can't be right.

My father's CIA?

What does this even mean?

I don't know.

I don't know, but you and me are gonna figure it out together.

Okay?