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- Go faster.
- I'm trying.

- Please.
- I'm trying.

- I can't see.
- Faster.

They're coming.

Please, God, help us.

Go, go.

They must be tracking
your phone.

Hand me that chair.

Hey.

I'll hold the door.
Go. Now!

Go!

Don't trust anybody.

They got people everywhere.

♪

Do you believe in the devil?

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

♪

It's about time.

Whoa.
It's 7:58.

We are officially
two minutes early.

Yeah, which by my account

makes you 13 minutes late.

Listen, you are
preaching to the choir.

I love to be early
for everything,

but I also have the opportunity

to, uh, carpool
with a human being

that has the clock management
skills of a tree sloth.

Ah.
What?

Oh, excuse me
if I like to have

a mindful breakfast
instead of sucking down

a jack-juice man-shake
like a couple of Neanderthals.

Wow, "man-shake."

What is this?

This is why Hetty made you
an investigator.

Ouch, yet acutely accurate.

It's from Beale.

Wonder if it's
a Dear John letter.

You think he found out about us?

Huh.

It says "Do not open

until everybody is present."

Yeah, which is why
we've been sitting here

for the last 14 minutes
waiting for you

to grace us
with your presence.

Grace us?

Who's us?

You got a special friend
we don't know about?

You got Snuffleupagus back there
making coffee?

- I think he means me.
- Whoa.

And my man-shake.

Wow, I did not see you there.

More importantly,

I didn't even know there
were desks over there.

A detective

- at the height of his powers.
- Okay.

Okay, this is-- we're definitely
close enough to a quorum.

Let's open them.

Here we go.
All right.

Oh, my God.

- $10,000?
- What?

Beale wrote me
a check for $10,000?

He says, "In Silicon Valley,

"we are all drowning in data
that we parade as knowledge,

"power's confused
with respect,

and success with happiness."

"I miss you guys,

"and by sharing my wealth,
I hope this brings us both

happiness.
Your friend, Eric Beale."

Wow.
Maybe he was inspired by Gibbs.

"I've also donated the
same amount to each one of

"your favorite charities,

"so the one stipulation
on this check

is you must spend it.
You can't put it in the bank."

Wow.

No problem.

The same amount to charities?

He's like
a modern-day Robin Hood.

Yeah, if the sheriff of
Nottingham is riding around

on a Segway, talking Klingon.

Shoot, well, I'd
strap on those tight tights

and be his merry man
for $10K.

Well, let's just
mark that down

to the ever-burgeoning list
of things I can't unsee.

When the, uh,

Make-A-Wish fever dies down,
get up to Ops.

You have a case.

Admiral, you get a check?

I did, indeed, Mr. Deeks,

and I have
already ordered

the noise-canceling headphones

and the soundproof glass
for my office.

Impending happiness.

You should head down
to your desk.

You got a, uh...

Check for $10,000?

I know, I was just
doomscrolling on Etsy

until we got
a very special guest.

So, what happened to waiting
for everyone?

God bless millennials.

So, who's the special guest?

Patching you through now.

You got the team.

Good morning, Avengers.

Talia Del Campo.

Good to see you.

Wish I were there in person
to give you each muffins

with extra gluten.

Maybe give Deeks a long

and questionably
inappropriate hug.

Yes, please.

I mean, no, thank y...
Rain check.

What?
How you doing, Talia?

Hey, Kens.

I was great 24 hours ago,

and then we lost contact
with one of our agents

who was helping
transport a whistleblower

for the Mexican government.

Unfortunately, the LAPD
found him two hours later.

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you, Sam.

Now the whistleblower's
on the run,

and we have no way
of contacting him.

Fatima.

Martin Henderson,
served 20 years in the Navy.

Worked his way up
to combat system weapons tech.

He got out,
got a job working

with Plutus Weaponry,

where he's currently
in charge of

distribution and sales
in the southwest.

What'd he blow the whistle on?

Straw buyers here in the U.S.

are purchasing guns legally
and then helping smuggle them

across the border
to cartel members in Mexico.

Pop quiz,

any of you know
how many guns are sold legally

in all of Mexico?

Mexico has

one legal gun shop,
and they average

just 10,000 guns a year.

Cupcake for the new lady. Yes.

But the Mexican government
believes

over 250,000 guns are being
taken annually

from the U.S. into Mexico.

That explains why
most of the firearms found

at the crime scenes in Mexico
trace back to the States.

Exactly, you all know this,

ATF knows, DEA knows.

I'm sure my grandma's bridge
club in Bakersfield knows.

Why aren't we doing anything
about it?

That is the $64,000 question.

You got any guesses,
my little Norwegian weasel?

Oh, wow.
Uh, political gridlock?

Wrong. This is actually one of

the very few issues that
the vast majority of Americans

and politicians agree.

Red and blue, north and south,
sea to shining sea.

No one wants American guns

in the hands of
foreign criminals.

Exactly, so now
the Mexican government

has taken matters
into their own hands.

They just filed a lawsuit
against the gun manufacturers

for targeting cartel members
in their marketing campaigns.

Marketing angle.

Like the victims' families
in Sandy Hook.

Yeah, I followed that case.

They sued the gun manufacturer,
alleging it targeted younger,

at-risk males in marketing
and product placement.

And they won
a $73 million settlement.

Now the Mexican government is
using that as a road map

for their own litigation.

Martin Henderson was
supposed to testify

on behalf of
the Mexican government

in front of a closed-door
congressional committee.

Wow. That's a dangerous
whistle to blow.

This is why we have an agent

who got his head severed
and thrown

eight stories off a building.

I've got two addresses
of interest on your phones.

I touch down in 30.

The clock is ticking.

If they find Martin
before we do,

he's gonna end up
in six different body bags.

All right, Fatima,
what do we know?

Not much. His family hasn't
heard from him,

neither has anybody
from the DEA's office.

These two addresses are
our only leads.

Okay, we're almost there.
Talk us in.

Okay, so,
on your phones should be

a photo of Martin's boss
Carlyle Huntington.

Owner of Plutus Weaponry.
No priors. No nothing.

He is squeaky clean on paper.

Wow. Hard swipe right.

Yeah, and according
to his tax records

he's been making,
like, pro athlete money

for the last three decades,

and he's got the assets
to prove it.

He's got a house in L.A.,
Manhattan,

a ranch house in New Mexico,

and a penthouse in Mexico City.

Kaleidoscope caught him

pulling into
La Bocca Felice valet

about an hour ago.

Wow.
Enjoy that beautiful brunch.

What about us?
Did we lose a bet?

Why are we going to Lancaster?

That was the last thing
Martin texted

before going off-line.

According to sat images,
it looks like a ranch house

under remodel.

We have no idea
what's out there,

so be careful,
watch your six.

Got it.

So, you want to talk about
how we're spending this $20K?

Mm, I was thinking maybe
put it back into the house.

You know, turn the garage
into a staycation paradise.

Oh, please, God, tell me more.
Mm-hmm. Pool table.

All right.

Flat-screen TVs.
What?

Mini fridge.
Huh?

And a golden shark.

You are...

a cruel and heartless
cross-eyed guttersnipe.

That's just not even cool.

I'm sorry.
What?

There was this moment,

a flicker and joy
in your eyes,

and then it all drained away.

Yeah, because I thought
you were serious

until you mentioned
my beloved golden shark.

I'm ser-- What are we--
For real, though.

I don't know, for real.

I haven't had a chance
to think about it.

Why? What about you?

I was thinking like a sat phone,

iPad,
maybe some monogrammed towels.

You know...

I'm pretty sure
you already have those things.

Not for us,
I mean for, you know,

Pilar. Rosa.

What?

Or not. I just, I was,
I was reading,

and this article said that
of the most important things

about adopting a teen
from a foreign country--

obviously,
you have to make them feel safe

and accepted and loved.
Mm-hmm. Right.

But also to give them
the opportunity

to keep in contact
with their extended family

from where they're from, so...

Sat phone.

What?

I love you.
That's really thoughtful.

You're thoughtful.

But now that you mentioned
that beloved golden shark,

maybe we just get
a pinball machine.

Yeah, you should stop
while you're ahead.

We can get a foosball.
Oh, my gosh.

Are you still talking?

Sorry.

Federal agents.
Keep it running.

♪ I shrug it off
like I already know ♪

Bingo.

♪ You drag it on
like you're ready to go. ♪

Federal agents.
We just want to speak to...

Got to be kidding me.

Fatima, we're gonna need LAPD
down here.

Copy that.

Wow, espresso martini
at 10:00 a.m.

Well, I don't do coke anymore.

Yeah?

Carlyle Huntington?

Yeah.

Special Agent Sam Hanna.

Of course you are.

We need you to come with us.

Security detail had
a little lapse in judgment,

earned themselves
a trip back to college.

I've never seen those men before.
Okay.

Sure you haven't.

But now that breakfast is over

and my pre-lunch sex
has vanished...

Hmm.

...let's go see

how poorly
our tax dollars are spent.

Yeah, let's do that.

I fully understand

the circumstances
and the protocol,

but why didn't anyone get
written testimony

to put before the committee?

Well, anything is better
than nothing,

and nothing is the scenario
we're teetering into.

This man dies
and the whole thing falls apart.

No, no, I'm not saying
I agree with him,

but I do believe
in the fundamental right

for this man to be heard.

I'll keep you apprised.

I'm not even sure
why we say it.

What? "Federal agents"?
Yeah.

It's like a cue for bad guys
to run away or start shooting.

Huh.
Maybe we should yell
"Jonas Brothers."

Everybody would be super
excited to see a Jonas Brother.

Federal agents.
Search warrant.

Because if we don't,
we're the bad guys

kicking in doors
in three, two...

Clear.

Clear.

Well, it seems like we've been
sent on a wild goose chase.

Hey, Fatima, what's up?

Uh, guys.

I'm looking at footage of you

pulling up to the house.

Footage? How?
We just got here.

Yeah, we had a video sent

to our content manager
for Threat Management.

I'm looking at footage

of you getting out
of Deeks's truck.

You want backup?
There isn't time.

We're in fricking Egypt.

What angle was
the footage taken from?

Is it just
a hacked surveillance camera?

No, looks like it's from
the south, across the street.

Oh, my God.

This video is only delayed,
like, 30 or 45 seconds.

Guys, somebody's right
outside the house.

Son of a bitch.

Oh, man,
this is such a bummer.

I really didn't plan
on bleeding today.

Yeah, it would be
such a bummer

to spend that $10K
on hospital bills.

In three, two... Go.

Guys?

Where is everybody?

Somebody wants us to know
we're being watched.

Well, that's not, like,
foreboding at all.

You know what's interesting?

You didn't even ask us
why we brought you in.

Let me do us both a favor

and skip the part
where I act oblivious.

Martin Henderson,
the head of my southwest sales

and distribution, is missing.

Okay.

Any idea why he's missing?

Maybe he has a second family
in Barstow.

Oh.
Try again.

Rumor has it he's working
with the government.

You two scaring off
my brunch with benefits

kind of confirms that.

We're just worried about him.
Yeah. Me, too.

Hmm.
Yeah.

I imagine his ex-wife
and his two daughters

are extremely distressed,

except they haven't even
approached me.

Now, I have
contacts all over,

but they didn't ask me

for help bringing him home.

Why do you think that is?

'Cause you can't photoshop
personality?

Maybe.

Or maybe it's because
he's working with the government

against me and Plutus Weaponry.

Why would he be doing that?

Selling guns and ammunition
isn't for everybody.

Maybe he became

allergic to a steady income
stream and a robust 401K.

Hmm, or maybe he knew

you and Plutus were knowingly
selling weapons to straw buyers,

insuring a robust supply

of weapons to the drug cartels.

You can get a warrant,

go through all the paperwork
in our office.

We haven't broken
one single law.

We are bulletproof.

Pun intended.

We'll see.

ATF's at your office right now

doing a spot compliance
inspection.

Well, they better hurry.

Why, you got an enema scheduled?

That's-that's funny.

I wasn't lying about not knowing
those guys at breakfast.

If they're watching me,

my guess is, they're already
way ahead of you.

Who do you think they were?

Gentlemen,
if we do legally sell weapons

and they somehow

illegally get smuggled
into Mexico,

then I would imagine
the buyers in Mexico would do

everything they can
to preserve that supply chain.

People who have
a very different idea

than us about
what's right or wrong.

Okay. Okay.

I don't like you.

Well, the night is still young.

I don't like him either.

Yeah, but he's not wrong.

Zero point sorting through
his paperwork like meatballs

while Martin Henderson is
being hunted by the cartels.

I might be able to help
with that.

I've got red flag city.

According to
these cross-referenced

Plutus sales reports,

we have one local address
in Culver

attached to
over a hundred gun purchases

from multiple buyers.

Talia just landed.
She wants to go check it out

and asked for
"a wingman to be her Goose."

Who's Goose?

Who's Goose?

You-- Seriously?

You never saw Top Gun?

Of course he hasn't,

unless it's in 30-second clips
on TikTok

or they've remade it
with vampires. Go.

Uh, meet Talia.

I'll handle Carlyle.

Oh, heads up.

Goose ends up dead in Top Gun.

Damn it.

Care to join me?

No, no, no, no.
Finish your proctology exam.

Wow.

Did the AARP special expire
at Denny's,

or did I just get lucky
and arrive on

Bring Grandpa to Work Day?

You're right.

I am 74.

And I should be
living on a beach

somewhere in Costa Rica,
making sweet time

to a cask strength single malt

and a cheap spy novel.

But, instead,
I am stuck in L.A.,

where ordinary
everyday outfits

are Halloween costumes,

and everyone reeks of kombucha

and their parents'
disappointment.

Where no one believes in God,

but they will accept advice
from their hot yoga instructor.

Looks like you should've
taken the red pill.

We need help finding Martin.

I need a name.

Keyser S öze.

That's clever.

That is clever.

How's that working out
for you, being clever?

Yeah. Did you see
my brunch date?

She's half my age, twice as hot.

Martin Henderson is
being hunted by the cartels.

Now, when they find him,
they will no doubt give him

a Colombian Necktie.

To clarify, that's when

they cut his throat
and then pull his tongue down

through the opening,
like a bloody necktie.

Wonder if that would count
as, uh, business casual, huh?

Now, I will ask
one more time.

I need a name.

Miguel Flores.

I've seen jellyfish
fold slower.

You know, I didn't have
you pegged as one of those...

smug, anti-gun snowflakes.

This isn't about politics.

I have voted red since Coolidge.

And it isn't about guns.

I got more guns than you've
got empty bottles of Viagra.

This is about people

who choose financial gain
over human decency.

Would've been faster if you'd
just started with that.

I don't think I've done that
since BUD/S.

You still got it.

Yep, Miguel Flores,

which was evidently
illegally coded as M. Flores

on the distribution history.

This guy fits the profile.

He was born and raised in
the cartel hotbed of Reynosa.

He became a U.S. citizen
after serving ten years

in the Navy.

And according to
the U.S. Customs database,

he crosses the border
almost daily

importing hand-painted tiles.

Where do we find him?

No brick and mortar address,

but he's got a sailboat docked
surprisingly close to Sam's,

and the DMV has him registered

with a brand-new Raptor
and a 25k Ducati.

On it.
Sorry, John Wick.

We work in teams here.

Take Fatima.

And bring me back blood,

answers or both.

Preferably both.

We're on it.

Still cleared.

What, are you getting paid
by the hour?

You put this much hardware
on a garage,

and you are just
screaming jackpot.

You know what? Screw it.

Crane kick, Daniel-san.

One, two, three.

Bingo.

Fatima said Miguel Flores
has a fancy Raptor.

And handmade Mexican tile.

Mm-mm-mm.

I'll call it in.

Sorry, back in L.A.,
had to grab some In-N-Out.

Oh, nice,
you get me anything?

I was kidding, a man's life's
hanging in the balance.

You think I'd grab
a pan-fried burger?

What kind of sloppy jalopy
agent do you think I am?

Sorry, I just...I'm just kidding.

I got a Double-Double
in the car for you.

For real?
God, no, man.

What is this, your first day
on the job, Goose?

Kick in those afterburners.

Hi. I'm DEA Agent
Talia Del Campo.

This is Special Agent
Squaretree.

Rountree.
Potatoes, Goose. Stay on topic.

It's not potatoes,
it's my name.

Sensitive is
the new masculine.

Good for you.
Also, for the record,

I know Goose dies.

Yes, he does.

Because he prematurely ejected.

Now, what is
the lesson we learn here?

Can I help you?

We've got a list of residents

that bought over 100 guns
in the last six months.

We'd like to see them,
please.

Help yourself.

And make sure you knock hard.

After water aerobics
at 10:00,

this place is
like Cocoonmeets Burning Man.

Could've lived
without that visual.

Ooh.
Excuse me.

Naughty grandpa.

Come on.

I'm just saying,
how you spend your money

is an extension of our values.

It's a window
into your priorities.

Okay, so what would you
spend your $10K on?

Well, something
that brings me happiness.

A family vacation,

down payment on Kam's car.

So, as a millennial,
I should probably stop

spending all my money
on useless tchotchkes from Etsy?

Depends. Do they spark joy?

Ah.

Brand-new Ducati.

Ooh. Maybe if we put
our checks together,

we could, uh, split.

Carpool like Harry and Lloyd.

Yeah, maybe.
Miguel Flores?

Special Agent Sam...

♪

Damn.

Now, that...

sparks joy.

Well, the truck is
squeaky clean.

I mean, is it possible
that he's just

transporting Mexican tile?

I mean, I'm not
in the import-export business,

but I can't imagine
that Mexican tiles have margins

big enough to afford new trucks
and fancy Italian motorcycles.

Okay, well... Oh.

Are we doing a remodel?

God, I love demo day.

What?

You know, your boy Chip Gaines?
Shiplap?

You watch Fixer Upper.
No, I don't,

but every time
I turn on the TV,

it asks me if I want to
"continue to watch."

Well, some guys sneak off
in the middle of the night

to have affairs.

I sneak off to watch
home repair shows.

One, two...
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Mm, and house-shop on Zillow.

Are you spying
on my browser history?

No, not at all.

"Two-bedroom bungalow in Kona"?

Zillow is the new porn.

Uh-huh.
Oh.

Wh-- Do you need a light?

What's going on?
I got my phone.

It's just not reading
with these fingers

in these stupid gloves.
Oh, my God.

There we go. Oh, my God!

Uh, Deeks, you okay? What...
Fraggle Rock!

Do you need something?

Dead body.

Oh, God!

Oh! This never happened

to Chip and Joanna.

Looks like Miguel Flores is

transporting more
than just Mexican tile.

I hate demo day.

You want to explain
why your truck was at a house

with dead bodies stashed
in the attic?

Man, you have no idea
who you're dealing with.

I just drive tiles
back and forth.

I don't ask questions.

I don't even go into that house.

Martin Henderson's on the run.

And we both know
what's gonna happen

if your employers find him
first.

You know what happens
if they find out

I even spoke to you?

We can help you stay safe.

Me?

I'm...

I'm a corpse walking.

This ain't about me.

My whole family is
back in Reynosa.

My mom, my dad,
my two little brothers.

My associates hear

a whisper of this conversation,

and my whole family ends up
in the bottom of a barrel.

Seems we got an Annie Oakley
on our hands.

Says here
Thelma Donstad purchased

a pair of
.223-caliber Bushmasters

for $1,100 a pop.

Bushmaster? That can fire
rounds capable of

piercing body armor.

Must have been
a Cali-compliant model.

Regardless, she's moving
military grade firepower.

Ah.
Ah.

Federal agents.

I bet you she's got
an eye patch.

Good morning.
Good morning.

I'm DEA Agent Talia Del Campo.

This is
Special Agent Rounleaf.

Do you have a moment?

Come in.

Thank you.

We just wanted to ask you
some questions

about some guns
you've purchased.

Who, uh, has them now?

I have them here.

I'm sorry. You have them here?

Of course. Got to keep
the good stuff close.

You want to see them?

Yeah.Yes. We'd love to. Thank you.

Don't want to get them scratched.

Yeah, smart, but...

The .22 pump action was

my late husband Curt's.

He wasn't as good a shot as me,

but not many people were
back then.

Uh, what about the twin .223s?

I don't have any other guns.

These are the only ones I own.

I'm sorry, you didn't purchase
two Bushmaster .223s

connected to a Napa address

in December?
Never heard of them.

Do you have an ID showing
the Napa address?

I do.

But because of a theft
last year,

the front office holds all
of our IDs to keep them safe.

The front office?
Yeah.

Loretta can help you.

She's the one that
collected them all.

Loretta. Excuse us.

Thank you.

Happy hunting.

Loretta.

Oh, my God. We need
an ambulance right now.

Copy that, Agent Rountree.

Son of a bitch.

Agent Castor.

This is Isabella Cruz,

- Carlyle's fancy lawyer.
- Yeah.

I got an alert that the human
tapeworm had arrived.

I'm sorry that due process
is proving

so cumbersome
to your witch hunt.

Your client is obstructing
this investigation

and withholding
crucial information.

My client has a flight
back to New Mexico at 6:00,

so let's wrap
this charade up quick.

His employee is being chased
by the cartels.

God forbid he misses his flight.

Oh, he won't miss the flight.

It's a private jet.

I just don't want
the sushi to spoil.

God, I love L.A.

So, what do we got?

We're clear.

So, you guys want the good news
or the bad news?

Eh, good news.
Bad news.

You sound like my parents.

Wait, is that the good
or the bad?

I'm going with her choice.

Eh.
The good news is,

we found no explosives.

What? That shouldn't count
as the good news.

You already established that
when you said "clear."

This is why I asked
for the bad news first.

Damn it, what is the bad news?

The bad news is, using our
subsurface scanning tech,

we found something else.

Well, this positively never
happened to Chip and Joanna.

Hmm.
Whatever it is,

it's throughout the whole house.
Huh.

Well, how do you think
that we should, um...

Oh.

And this is why
we don't have nice things.

Ow!

Ta-da!

I love demo day.

That's precisely what I said

until I fell through the ceiling
with a corpse for an airbag.

I think I broke a hoof.

Tell me somebody has something.

All out-of-state IDs
in Loretta's possession,

they linked up with
the purchase of guns

from Plutus's sales history.

So, she's the straw buyer,

using the residents' IDs
to buy weapons

and then handing them off
to the cartel smugglers.

Listen, even if we connect
these guns

to the retirement home
and Loretta,

it still doesn't give us
any evidence

or leverage
against Plutus Weaponry.

But who is behind

completing all these 4473s

and dealer records of sale?

This isn't about finding
a guilty party.

This is about Martin Henderson.

We got to find this guy.

He has all the answers, and
he's ready to tell the world.

We just need to find him

and give him
the opportunity to do that.

Listen, Carlyle or Miguel,

one of these guys has to
know something.

Yeah, we got to dig deeper.

Heart or hammer.

But we got to get
under their skin

and get 'em to break.

Admiral, you know what to do.

Little hand says "Tick,"
big hand says "Tock."

Psyops time.

You're right, you can go,

'cause we don't have
enough to hold you.

Told you, Gramps.

Hey, have fun trying to find
your car in the parking lot.

Must be fun being
on that side of the table,

not to care about
anything but yourself.

Sociopathic capitalist,
a narcissistic

civilian parasite just sucking

the blood from the dying carcass
of the American dream.

We don't have to listen to this.

Let's go.

Wow, there it is.

Sanctimonious
military hypocrisy.

How high and mighty
you must feel, Captain,

flying your moral authority

under the banner
of American principles.

Don't act like you

and your people
don't have the blood

of thousands of innocents
on your hands.

At least we're
on the right side of history.

Well, you're lying to yourself.

This is a country

born in genocide.

There hasn't been a good war
since the Great War.

So you know what?
Go ahead and dress up

in your fancy
military blues,

and act like
your kills are justified,

but you are just another cog
in the war machine.

I was a soldier,

who fought for
your freedom to be a jackass.

Well, here's the truth, soldier.

Your American ideals
don't mean crap.

You fight because
we want you to fight.

And we want you to fight because
we make money when you do.

Of course you do,
because you're a war profiteer

who only manages

to sleep at night because of
the illusion of the distance

between you
and the bodies that fall.

Says the man
who bombs children with drones

and calls it diplomacy.

What about
the 43 Mexican students

on a bus going to a protest

in the capital?
The cartels

captured, tortured
and killed them all.

That's just
population control.

Less mouths to feed.

Your dead mother in heaven
know what you've become?

You watch your mouth.
It's time to go.

Nancy Huntington was
the secretary in the church

and a middle school
music teacher.

She dedicated her life to making
the world a better place.

You don't know anything.

I know that
she is weeping in heaven

because what you are
is an abomination

to what she was!
None of this is my fault!

None of it!

Doesn't matter what I do!

I could give you the name
of every-every straw buyer,

every gun smuggler,
every cartel contact.

And then what?

You still have to remove
every dirty politician,

every corrupt lobbyist,

every judge.

This is so much bigger
than anything you know.

You think this is my lawyer?

I didn't hire her.

The system above me did.

They brought her here
to keep the system safe!

That's enough. Let's go.

Where is Martin?

You want know where he is?!
I want to know now!

On your knees! Castor!

- On your knees!
- We've got an ambulance

on the way. Fatima.

Hang in there.

Hang in there.
Stay with me. Stay with me.

There was poison on that pen.
What was on there?

♪

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Excuse me. Come on.

Huntington just got stabbed
in the neck

by his attorney.

They're tying
all loose ends.

Help me find Martin.

Help me save him.

We'll protect your family.

I promise you.
We can send agents

across the border right now.

We'll bring them back here.

We'll help them get asylum.

You guys are living
in a fantasy world.

They would be dead
before your agents

touched the tarmac.

You guys don't understand.
I do understand.

No, you don't understand.
I do understand.

I understand.

I understand that you
probably don't remember a time

you weren't working
for the cartel.

That they take care
of your family,

that they put food
on the table,

that they helped you
cross the border.

That they helped you
join the military,

and through that
you got dual citizenship.

That as conflicted
as you may feel about

what you do for them,

it doesn't matter
because they own you.

I can't speak to that.

Those sins are tied to
the circumstances of your birth.

All I know is,

right now you have the power

to save an innocent man's life.

And maybe, at the same time,
end the flow of weapons

going into the hands
of the same monsters

that own you and your family.

Please.

♪

I need my phone.

Yeah, here, here.
Here you go.

Look.

Usually, the hardest thing to do

and the right thing to do...

...are the same thing.

You can do this.

They found him.

He's at a warehouse
in Culver. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, man.
- Thank you.

We're five minutes out.
How far are Talia and Rountree?

That's not rhetorical,

Agent Rountree.

We need a damned ETA.

On the off chance we live,

seven minutes out.

What about Culver City PD?

They got anybody in the area?

They're ten out.

And 911 dispatch just got a call

there's a fire at that address.

Do we have oxygen masks
or EEDs in our go bags?

I wish. Budget cuts.

That's the first thing
I'm spending my $10K on.

Well, in the meantime,
you better start doing

your Wim Hof breathing.

Ha. That's funny.

Wait, what?
Sam, I've got
a full-face respirator.

We're two minutes behind you.

That's two minutes that
Martin Henderson might not have.

Sam, save this man.

We're here.

Get down!

Cover me!

Did you want to wait
for the respirator?

♪

♪

Drop it. On your knees.

It's better to die standing.

Shut up and drop it.

Do you believe in the devil?

I do.

Tell him I say hello.

♪

Come on, go. Go, go, go.

Get him. Get him, get him.
Get him.

Pull him in. Pull him in.

This man has to live.

Yo, he was recording something.

Come on. You go, I'll ride
with him to the hospital.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Let's go, move, move!
Go.

My God.

What are we gonna do?

Send it in,

pray it was worth the lives
of two good men.

Yes, ma'am. I understand
that it can't be used

as official testimony,

but it certainly has
probative value.

No, no, no. This goes
beyond partisan politics.

We have a moral obligation
to put this man's dying message

before that committee.

I just got confirmation
from my agent,

they pronounced him dead
in the ambulance.

I understand.

I will just bury it until I hear
back from the gods on Olympus.

Evidently the soundproof
glass has not arrived.

You were never here.

You saw nothing.

Said all murderers
right before they murdered.

That's what I'd spend
my $10K on.

Buy a time machine that
would take us back 12 hours.

Great, so we could relive

one of the worst days
on the job.

No, babe,
so we could redo it.

A little bit better,
a little bit faster

so that Martin Henderson
would still be alive

and his voice
could be heard.

It'd be worth it just to not
ride that corpse-coaster

through the ceiling.

Huh?

It's a video message
from a blocked number.

I got the same one.
It's to the whole office.

There's like 200 numbers
on here.

You want to throw it
on the big screen?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

For anybody listening to this,

the Mexican government is right.

These gun manufacturers
designed and marketed

these guns at the cartels
by doing things

like engraving quotes of famous
Mexican national heroes

on the slide,

and then distributing the guns
to us

with the knowledge
that we would be selling them

to a network of straw buyers,

who would smuggle them
across the border.

It's an orchestrated pipeline
to sell guns to cartel members.

Believe me,

I did not want to be
a whistleblower,

but I can't look at another
picture of a burned corpse,

or a bus of dead students,

or bodies hanging off
the side of a bridge

without acknowledging that
I played a role in this.

I'm the son of a pastor
and a preschool teacher.

I'm the father
of two beautiful girls.

I spent 20 years in the Navy

fighting for
this amazing country.

But I've spent
the last ten years

justifying my silence
in the face of something

I knew was wrong.

We all know that feeling.

It's that cold, dull guilt

that eats away at your soul

when you try to fall asleep.

Money doesn't set you free
from that.

Only the truth does.

Speak the truth
and the dawn will come.

And to my-my two
beautiful girls,

Zoe and Kristen,

I'm so proud of you.

And I love you so much.

Do you believe in the devil?

♪

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