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You good?

Just getting my 10,000 steps in.

Pete, relax. It's gonna go our way.

You said yourself, this case is a lock.

That was before they started day two of deliberations.

You both know, the longer the jury's out,

the less likely it is that...

We have a verdict?

I had that jury eating out of the palm of my hand.

Cheers.

But listen, this was a team effort,

which is why my illustrious second chair

gets the first break.

Aw, so I can kick your ass again?

Please. You got lucky last time.

Y'all really are lawyers through and through.

Gluttons for punishment.

Come on.

Johnnie, slow down.

Walk faster.

This is fast as I go in heels.

Hi.

Uncomfortable workplace.

We're not at work, Johnnie.

Very true.

Hey, Kat.

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Your way is definitely not faster.

No, wait, look.

The subway steps are on this side of the street,

so now you don't have to wait for the light.

- Okay. - I have rights!

- I will get a lawyer! - Great.

Maybe she knows mine.

What the hell is this?

Just some regular Tuesday drama in New York.

Dude, don't get involved.

Me and my son. I don't have the money!

Get me the money, and everything will be fine.

- Hey, hey! - I don't have it!

Is this guy bothering you?

This guy is her landlord, all right?

He is a slumlord, raising our rent by $2,000.

My son and I have been model tenants for four years,

and out of nowhere...

Can you pay the money or not?

I told you, I don't have it!

OK, so I show the apartment then.

To Barbie and Ken?

Like hell you are.

I still got five days left on my lease.

- I don't care... - Hey, hey, hey.

Let's just all take a deep breath right now.

Stay out of this, all right, buddy?

- Or I'll call the cops. - Call the damn cops.

Ray!

It's Remy. We got to go.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Give me the money or go.

How many times do I have to tell you, I don't have it.

Then get your kid and get out!

Don't get too comfortable.

Jet's gassing up as we speak.

Ooh, Saint-Tropez?

Forrest City, Arkansas.

An entire district attorney's office

was assassinated last night.

That's a big crime for a tiny town.

What happened, overwhelmed sheriff's office

call in overwhelmed Little Rock SSA?

Who called Isabel, who called me.

PD sent these over. They need help.

Well, I can see why.

Were these taken on a flip phone?

Shooting happened outside a bar.

Owner says he heard gunfire

just after 3:00 a.m., around closing.

- Any witnesses? - You're looking at 'em.

Looks like they were all shot multiple times.

Yeah. Look at the bodies.

Clearly not a pro.

Carnage suggests rage, meaning that this

wasn't some random drive-by.

Our unsub was targeting these lawyers.

Three prosecutors.

Is that the entirety of the county's DA office?

Nearly. Katherine Sloane, age 26, Peter Hill, age 29,

Johnnie Mow, age 28,

and then there's the district attorney himself, Skip Hardy.

He survived?

He wasn't there in the first place.

- Where was he? - I don't know.

You and I are gonna go ask him.

Everyone else, I want boots on the ground

for whatever you can find, witnesses,

surveillance footage, victim profiles.

We need to find this unsub

before he takes someone else out. Let's roll.

I have to ask,

why weren't you with them last night?

I don't drink.

I usually leave the victory celebrations to my deputies.

I feel terrible.

I should have been there with them.

Where were you?

I was at my Bible study last night.

A big group of us, including the mayor.

We'll need a list of names to confirm.

I apologize. We have to be thorough.

Yeah, I get it. I've tried the cases.

Mom and kids murdered while Dad's on vacation.

Chances are, Dad's your guy.

Is that how you thought about your office?

Like family?

My deputies, they called me their work dad.

Those kids were smart, driven, relentless.

I may have been their boss, but they were the ones teaching me.

Did any of them have any enemies that you know of?

Hundreds.

Your job is to get the bad guys,

you run the risk of the bad guys getting you back.

I reckon you both know what that's like.

So you think this is revenge from an aggrieved defendant?

Forrest City may be a small town,

but we're the St. Francis County seat.

We try everything from arson to aggravated theft

to first-degree murder.

And these are from the last five years,

all violent offenders, all with axes to grind against my office.

Bastard's got to be in here.

Our team will help you with these.

Thank you.

Was that Remy?

Yeah, they confirmed the DA's alibi. He's cleared.

Well, I hope you brought your popcorn.

Oh, yeah? What are we watching?

Hana versus Betamax.

Yeah, mock the millennial, not the genius

who decided to install an analog CCTV system.

OK, finally.

No, from this angle, we can kiss any hope of facial rec goodbye.

Play it again.

So that's Johnnie, and there's Kat and Pete.

Looks like they were more than just coworkers.

See how fast she turns around?

It takes Pete and Johnnie at least five seconds to turn and follow.

Driver must have called Kat's name.

Our unsub knew her.

OK, so the DA's office wasn't the target.

It was Kat.

So let's pull all her phone calls,

emails, texts, both work and personal.

Did she have family in the area?

Yeah, her parents live five minutes away.

I'll let Remy know.

The only thing Katherine ever wanted to be was a lawyer.

She was so smart, so fierce.

We were so proud.

I just... I can't believe this is happening.

Arranging your own child's funeral.

We are so sorry.

No family should ever have to go through this.

Can you tell us about your daughter's work?

Kat was on the judge track.

Her first year with the DA's office,

and she still hadn't lost a case.

During that time, did she receive any threats,

mysterious phone calls, suspicious cars on the street?

I don't think so, but I don't know.

She spent most nights at her boyfriend's up in Caldwell.

We'll talk to Pete Hill's family.

Kat's coworker?

That's not who she was dating.

Her boyfriend's name is Eli Dorflinger.

Mm-hmm.

Blood.

FBI! Drop the knife, Eli.

Come out slowly.

Get down on the ground.

Keep your hands where I can see 'em.

- Do you have any weapons on you? - No.

I was just cleaning this guy.

It's a kindness, really.

Wild hogs wreak havoc on the ecosystem.

OK, get up. Get up.

You're FBI.

What's going on?

We need to know where you were last night.

On my way to a duck blind.

Hunting in the middle of the night?

Hardy's almost three hours away.

I had to wake up early to make it before sunrise.

Please, what's going on?

Eli, I'm sorry to tell you

that Kat Sloane was murdered last night.

She what?

We understand the two of you were in a relationship.

We were together almost four years.

I don't understand.

- How did this happen? - Well, you tell us.

You must have been pretty pissed

when you found out about her and Pete Hill,

maybe enough to grab one of your rifles and...

Wait.

Kat was cheating on me?

- Lunch with a client? - Something like that.

I hope you're billing those hours, partner.

Always, man.

Hey, Scott.

You're late. You have my money?

Yep, and a little something extra.

Let's take a drive, amigo.

Get in.

We can cross Kat's boyfriend, Eli, off our list of suspects.

He was freezing his ass off in the woods all night

in a hunting blind.

How's it going with the DA's files?

It's a slog.

If I have to read one more case

about the illegal distribution of moonshine, I'm gonna barf.

The sheriff cleared every single person in this county

with an arrest warrant.

So we're nowhere on suspects

unless Hana has any luck with the tip line.

I got something on the tip line.

We got to take this act on the road.

An anonymous caller overheard, quote,

"two Latino gang-looking guys" boasting about the murder

of the guys that put their boss in prison.

- Caller didn't leave a name? - Probably too scared.

Especially if these guys look like gangbangers.

When did the call come in?

About 30 minutes ago from Hal's Sanitary Diner.

Mmm, sounds yummy. Close by?

Everything here is close.

Agent Scott, FBI.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

About?

Three county prosecutors were murdered last night.

I know. Everybody's talking about it.

But I didn't know them, and I don't know anything about what happened.

Got a call about two potential suspects

who were eating here about an hour ago.

I don't want any trouble.

We're not trying to get you in trouble.

- We just want to talk. - Hey, Millie.

Is that four-top available?

Yeah, I just bussed it.

It's not polite to talk business on an empty stomach.

- Mind if we sit? - Sure.

All right.

Mm. Ah, thank you.

Oh, biscuits and gravy.

Now, these two aren't fans, but I believe that's

because they haven't had them the right way, hm?

With a little kick.

Hal makes ours with jalape�os and Rotel.

See, now, that sounds delicious.

Three orders, please.

- Anything else? - Coffee.

- I'm good. - I'm good, thanks.

Why are we wasting time on this, man?

Man, it's not about the biscuits, all right?

It's about the gravy, metaphorically speaking.

I'm not following.

You got to take it easy with these folks down here, OK?

You can't just go barging... thank you.

Appreciate it.

One second.

While we got you,

these two men that we got a tip about,

Latino men, the caller said

they might've been gang members or something.

Yeah, I waited on them.

They sat over there, ordered two three-plus-threes,

paid cash, and left.

You happen to hear what they were talking about?

No, I was real busy.

But they weren't from around here, I don't think.

Never seen them before.

What did they look like?

Regular. Kind of big.

- Definitely Hispanic. - Mm-hmm.

One of them had a tattoo. I remember that.

Perfect. You know what that looked like?

Sort of like a snake thing wrapped around a number?

Here. Give me that napkin.

Probably easier just to draw it.

Just saying, a little Southern charm goes a long way.

Yeah, you're a regular Andy Griffith.

Which makes you Barney Fife.

- Or Aunt Bee if she was younger. - Rude.

Let me see that drawing she made.

This tattoo looks like a gang call sign.

I'm gonna see if Kristin knows anything about it.

- What's up with you? - Nothing.

I've just been thinking about that argument

we saw this morning.

- The mom and the landlord? - Yeah.

Landlords like that piss me off.

They're predators, raising the rent just because they can.

Look, he's taking advantage of a hardworking mom and her kid.

And by hardworking, you mean attractive, right?

The two aren't mutually exclusive, all right?

He's a bully, and what he's doing is wrong.

So if I stand by and just watch it happen,

what does that make me?

You want dirt on him?

Now, we both know that's a bureau violation.

Not from the secure database,

just some open-source reporting, old-school hacking.

Why do you think the FBI recruited me in the first place?

The guys our tipster overheard

were members of the 7th Street Serpents.

It's a gang out of West Memphis.

Luis Trevino, king of the 7th Street Serpents,

convicted last month on charges of federal racketeering.

I combed the DA files.

There's no mention of a Luis Trevino

or anyone from the 7th Street Serpents.

That's because it was a federal case.

Here's a quote from a press conference last Thursday.

"Federal officials would like to thank

"St. Francis County DA's office

for their ongoing role in the investigation."

So our prosecutors' investigative efforts

helped put Luis away.

And thanks to the public shout-out, he knew.

It sounds like a motive to me.

Luis is awaiting trial at FDC here in Forrest City.

He's been there since he got indicted.

So if he did order a hit on our prosecutors,

it would have had to come from a phone.

How? All the calls are monitored.

Not the ones from his lawyers.

So you're thinking Luis used his attorney to order the hit.

If he did, that's a crime. Conversation's not protected.

Call Kristin and Barnes. Tell them to get a warrant.

Head over to the detention center.

See if there's anything on their recordings.

Last call Luis made to his lawyer was yesterday.

So the morning of the shooting.

The hell's the holdup with my appeal, man?

- That's Luis. - You're kidding me, right?

That's his attorney, Scott Thomas.

I already told you, I'm not filing

another piece of paperwork until I get paid.

I don't work for free, Luis.

All right. All right, chill.

Get my brother-in-law on the line.

Have they run this three-way call game before?

I don't know,

I couldn't listen to any attorney-client recordings

before y'all came with your warrant.

You see this in cartel cases a lot.

Represent your client by day,

run their drug business from prison by night.

- �Bueno? - Hermano.

My lawyer wants to get paid.

Tell him to take a number.

No, we should pay him.

And, Javi, give him a little something extra.

- He earned it. - Earned it?

- He lost Luis' trial. - No, this is a hit.

Luis isn't telling Javier to pay his lawyer.

He's telling him to kill him.

Probably arranged the DA murders the same way.

Luis orders, Javier executes.

That's right. You know this brother-in-law?

Yeah. He's been in here to see Luis.

Should have his info in the visitor logs.

Javier Perez.

He lives in Madison.

FBI!

I'll go around the side.

FBI! Freeze!

Guys, in here.

That's him.

- That's Luis' attorney. - Quiet and quick.

Get a coroner down here.

I'm gonna call the DA, tell him we got the douchebag

who killed his people.

Thank you for your help, Prosecutor.

Hi, this is Dale Torres

at Hawkins and Associates Law Firm.

Sorry I can't take your call right now.

Leave your name and number, and I'll call you back.

Mr. Torres, this is Agent Ray Cannon with the FBI.

Look, I have some urgent information

regarding your partner, Scott Thomas.

I need you to give me a call back

at this number as soon as possible.

I just tried to notify Thomas' law partner.

Got the voicemail.

Hey, check this out.

Now, this is from the gun that Javier was using.

I took a picture of it and sent it to ballistics.

Now, it doesn't match the shell casings

that were found outside the bar.

Where the three prosecutors were killed?

Mm-hmm, which means that this is not the murder weapon.

All right, but it doesn't mean that Javier didn't kill them.

He could've been smart and switched out the gun.

Or somebody else did it with a different gun.

Look, Kristin said that what she heard on the tape

was Luis ordering Javier to make the hit.

On his own lawyer, yeah,

but they didn't talk about the prosecutors,

at least not in that conversation.

So you really don't think that Javier is our fugitive.

I don't know, but we do have to go back in that house

and try and find a different gun.

All right.

Hey, Remy.

Hey. What did the DA have to say?

He never answered my calls. I just found out why.

Somebody killed him.

You're kidding me. When?

Not sure yet.

Courthouse bailiff found him dead on the floor of his office.

I'm meeting Barnes and Kristin there now.

Talk soon.

Well, this case just got a lot weirder.

You're telling me nobody saw or heard anything?

Nothing, no, I found him like this

making my nightly rounds.

Why hasn't the scene been processed?

Why weren't you here sooner?

Four dead lawyers may be no big deal in New York,

but my town is paralyzed by this.

A whole courthouse being picked off, one by one.

Sheriff, one dead is one too many, as far as I'm concerned,

but playing the blame game just gives our perp more time

to plot his next move.

Why does the DA have a safe?

Oh, evidence storage.

I put sensitive stuff in there Skip needs for court.

- Open it. - Yeah.

- Well, that's weird. - What?

Skip was in the middle of a fentanyl possession trial,

and I put a baggie of it in there yesterday.

And now it's gone.

Who's on trial in that case?

A guy named Jimmy Burnett. I actually arrested him myself.

We need to see his file,

and I want to talk to the courthouse security team.

Well, that'd be me.

Courthouse has cameras, correct?

Not in the offices, but in all the courtrooms

and the garage entrance.

The surveillance office is in the basement.

- I could show you. - Yeah, I got it.

Body's still warm. He's nowhere near rigor.

This happened in the last two hours.

At which point, Javier's body was on his way to the morgue.

So there's no way he can be our unsub.

The killer has to work in the courthouse, right?

Someone who could gain entry late at night.

No one can enter or exit after hours

without swiping their badge.

- Who was here tonight? - We can check the logs.

Let's do it.

Well, Skip's the only one who hasn't swiped out.

Come on, dude. Besides him.

It looks like the last person to leave

was Joanna Orr, public defender.

- What time? - 6:03 p.m.

Oh, wait, no, that's the time of her final swipe out,

but she left once before that,

at 5:15, and came back 20 minutes later.

- Where does Joanna live? - Not far.

- Over by the Walmart. - Call Hana and Ray.

Get over there now. Lock this woman down.

You don't think Joanna did this?

There's no way.

Let's look at the security footage.

Only got cameras on the bottom floor of the garage.

Luckily, Joanna Orr parks there.

Her badge swiped in at the entrance at 5:35 p.m.,

right about now.

- Is that Joanna's car? - I don't think so.

No, she drives a 2014 Mazda.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Black SUV.

- That look familiar? - Yeah, from outside the bar.

That's our unsub's vehicle.

Rewind.

- Stop. - Zoom in.

28K-XQ8.

Which employee drives a vehicle with that plate number?

- Judge Roarke. - What?

Circuit judge, division six.

His courtroom's upstairs.

- Kristin, hey. - Remy, listen.

Joanna Orr wasn't at the courthouse tonight.

She bumped into someone in the parking garage,

and her badge was stolen.

- The guy we're looking for is... - Howard Roarke, I know.

Our fugitive is a sitting judge,

and he's murdering prosecutors.

All right. BOLO's out on Roarke's SUV.

Find anything interesting in his background?

Hardly. This guy's a total snooze.

Born in Forrest City.

Graduated Georgetown Law in '94,

then worked in the Baltimore DA's office until '09.

OK, and then became a judge.

Carried a briefcase for a few years,

then ran his campaign for criminal court justice

against an incumbent, which he won,

and has been on the bench ever since.

Talk about a career pivot.

Respected judge turned serial killer

of basically every prosecutor

who's ever had a case before him.

The question is, why?

Guys.

- Find anything? - Motive, I think.

Now, Kat tried a case six months ago in front of Roarke.

The defendant was charged with two counts of felony sexual assault.

- So she won. - The trial, yes.

The sentencing was a different story.

Now, she argued for ten years in prison,

but Roarke gave the defendant two years, the minimum.

To say we're disappointed

in Judge Roarke's insultingly light sentence

would be an understatement.

The last thing sexual assault victims

need added to the injury that they face

in the court of public opinion is the insult

of being disrespected by the bench too.

First year on the job, speaking truth to power.

I'd say that's courage.

No wonder her parents were proud of her.

No wonder Roarke was so pissed.

Hello?

This is the third time I've called.

I don't like being ignored.

I'm not...

I'm not ignoring you. I'm at work.

You talk to the police or the FBI?

- No. - Don't lie to me.

Judge, I'm not. I swear.

I didn't even know the FBI was here.

- Calm down. - I can't.

Yes, you can.

You're not finished.

What?

I have something else I need you to do.

Judge, Judge, please, I did what you asked.

I don't want to do any more.

I don't care what you want.

This is my time now.

My terms and my rules.

They thought I would just sit back and take it,

but they were wrong, and they're all gonna pay.

Who is? I have no idea what you're talking about.

You will soon enough. They all will.

You have your laptop?

Yeah, but like I said, I'm at work.

Then tell them you need a break.

Go get it and call me back.

Knowing you, this won't take long.

I can't.

I will make this very clear.

If you don't do what I ask,

it's not just you I'm gonna find.

It's your mother and your boyfriend in Brinkley.

Eric, right?

Oh, my God. You know about him?

What's wrong? You ashamed or something?

I thought your kind was all about pride

and shouting it from the rooftops

and making it so none of the rest of us

can't get a word in edgewise.

You got five minutes.

I'll be waiting.

Mrs. Roarke?

Call me Cynthia.

I don't want to be associated with his name anymore.

I know this is a lot to take in.

It is, and it isn't.

I stopped recognizing the man I married a long time ago.

He'd become so mean, so angry.

And I'm not trying to excuse it.

I just want you to understand that...

He wasn't always like this.

Not at all.

When we met, he was kind, thoughtful, ambitious.

Sure, but in the name of a selfless cause, the law.

Was he already a judge when you met?

No.

No, we met when he moved back from Baltimore.

2010.

He'd run for district attorney there and lost,

so he came back to Forrest City shortly after.

Probably thought he'd had more party support

in his home county.

Which he got from marrying me.

My father was chief of police, and everyone knows my mom.

Her family owns the largest farm in Stuttgart.

Anyway, that was all a long time ago,

before his career stalled out.

Lately, all he did was stew.

His law school classmates, his former colleagues,

they all seemed to be working their way up to higher office

while he was stuck on circuit court bench.

Is that what made him so angry?

Big time.

Blamed it on the system for holding him back,

keeping him stuck.

All due respect, I'd argue that men like your husband

created that system.

You try telling him that, see what it gets you.

He left me with this.

He did that to you?

Five days ago, he came home from a meeting

furious, screaming, throwing things.

When he turned on me, I packed his bags, and told him to get out.

He was gone the next day.

Who was he meeting with?

An old friend of his, Arthur Hobbs.

He's president of the State Bar.

Roarke and I clerked together in D.C.,

so I guess that's why I hoped our meeting

wouldn't hit him so hard.

What were you meeting about?

I'm chair of the nominating commission

for the Arkansas Court of Appeals.

Howard had applied for an open vacancy,

and I had to give him the bad news.

He didn't get it.

No.

He was under serious consideration at first.

We didn't realize we had a problem until we started

sending out JNEs, surveys regarding

the judicial nominees, basically.

Sent to people who know the candidate.

Right.

Respondents' names and answers are always kept confidential,

so we know we're getting the truth.

Which was what, exactly, for Roarke?

Ugly.

Allegations of sexual harassment,

bribes, improper bias.

Frankly, temperament unbefitting

a traffic court judge,

much less a justice of the Court of Appeals.

Did you tell him what you found?

Yeah, and I told him never to apply again.

As an old friend, I was doing him a favor

by doing so discreetly.

He'd become something of an activist judge

the last few years.

In a save the whales kind of way?

More of a save the marginalized white man kind of way.

Well, we know of one controversial rape case ruling.

Was his issue with people of color, as well as women?

Yes. LGBT community too.

Whatever the opposite of woke is,

that's what Howard had become.

It wasn't a good look.

I'd say that look's gotten worse

since he's wanted for the murder of four people,

including the St. Francis DA.

What? Skip Hardy?

You knew him?

We finalized our shortlist of nominations

for the open vacancy yesterday.

Let me guess.

Skip Hardy was on the top of the list.

So Roarke just had any chance of career

advancement crushed on year seven of an eight-year term.

Meaning he'd be facing reelection next year

as a divorcee of the most well-connected woman in St. Francis County.

For a guy whose veins pump with ambition in place of blood,

that's a sentence worse than death.

So he snaps, kills Kat,

who publicly humiliated him after his rape case sentencing.

Then kills Skip Hardy, a Black man

who made the commission's shortlist

for Roarke's beloved appellate court instead of him.

But why kill Pete Hill and Johnnie Mow?

Are either of them in the JNE files?

Yes, both Johnnie and Pete have JNEs.

They both gave Roarke bad reviews.

- There it is. - Those files are confidential.

- How'd Roarke get 'em? - I'm looking into it now.

If someone hacked the server before me, I'll find them.

Bottom line, Roarke's furious the universe

hasn't bestowed upon him the accolades he feels he's owed.

So instead of taking responsibility for it,

he takes his rage out on the people

he thinks halted his success because of their own.

OK, I got it.

The appellate commission's server

was hacked by an IP address registered to a Samuel Gray.

He's on probation after serving time for hacking.

Guess who sentenced him.

The Honorable Judge Howard Roarke.

Looks like he works at a catfish restaurant

about a half mile from here.

I'm dropping you a pin now.

Got it.

Oh, hey, Chip.

You know our VIP patient will be here soon, right?

I'm ready.

All right. Well, I'm off.

Good luck.

Have a good one.

I didn't have a choice.

Howard said either hack the appellate commission server,

or he'd revoke my probation.

So I sent him the JNEs.

Then what, Sam?

You're deep in here. Come on. Keep talking.

He called me two hours ago,

asked me to hack into Health Forward Labs

and get him their employee directory.

Health Forward Labs, why?

- I don't know. He didn't say. - Hey, Remy.

Roarke's SUV was found abandoned

on a residential street in Crystal Hill.

When PD went door-to-door looking for witnesses,

they found a neighbor dead.

His name was Chip Fox.

Never heard of him.

I don't know anything about this, I swear.

Get him out of here.

I didn't... please.

Found him. Chip Fox, 52 years old.

No criminal record.

Works as a scrub tech at Health Forward Labs.

What's his connection to Roarke?

I don't know. The only thing that pops up when I search him online

is this article from the "Arkansas Democrat-Gazette,"

where Chip Fox is quoted as a front-line worker.

Says he personally COVID tested governor Nancy Novak

three times at St. Michael's Hospital

in Little Rock last week.

I'm just surprised we didn't find

Governor Novak's face on a dart board in Roarke's office.

As governor, she's the one who picks the next justice

for the Court of Appeals.

He remind you of anyone?

Early 50s, hazel eyes, he's bald.

He looks like Roarke.

Chip has no connections to the legal system,

so this wasn't revenge.

What if Roarke went to him for the same reason

he bumped into Joanna Orr, to steal his ID?

But why kill him in the process?

Because if Chip Fox is dead,

he won't be clocking in to work today,

leaving Roarke to show up in his place.

Roarke is impersonating Chip to get close to the governor of Arkansas.

He's going after her next.

Hey, I got the governor for COVID testing.

Thanks.

Yep, photo ID?

All right.

Looks like I'm going first.

All right. Head back for me, please.

Really?

And they trust you with a gun.

Head back for me, please.

Watch and learn, Daniel.

All right.

Let's roll.

I'm serious.

I'll never hear the end of it if I'm late to this fundraiser.

Dan?

Oh, my God.

Help!

He needs a doctor!

Here, brother.

- What happened? - I don't know.

- I'm just a tech. - Get a doctor.

Something's wrong.

Governor?

- I don't feel well. - Governor.

Governor. Stay with me.

Stay with me. Governor.

Governor. Governor.

Alert hospital security.

Tell them to lock the whole building down.

We do not want to start a panic.

The governor's SUV is designed to withstand a bomb.

She's right.

All right, Novak's detail will put a bullet

inside Roarke's head before he can get a shot off.

So unless he's learned how to kill by osmosis...

How much fentanyl was in Skip's safe?

Bailiff said the charge was for second-degree possession.

That means at least a gram, and enough to kill someone.

Crushed up and coated on a COVID swab,

you'd be dead in minutes.

- Breath is tachy. - She's not breathing.

- What do you got? - Low pulse.

I got no vitals.

Fentanyl OD.

Narcan. Give them Narcan.

Got it.

- Where'd he go? - Who?

The guy that tested her.

I don't know. He was right here.

She's alive. She's breathing.

Spread out, he can't be far!

- FBI! Don't move! - Got him.

- He's getting in his car. - Hey, get down!

- Get down, down! - Get down, get down!

- Hey, move! - Move!

Get out of the way! I don't have a shot.

I'll cut him off at the exit.

38-2 responding to shots fired

at COVID testing site at the hospital.

This is unit 622. We are en route.

Good job.

You did what you had to do.

The governor all right?

Yeah.

She's gonna make it.

It's like a silent disco in here.

Sorry, I'm just thinking.

About what, the case?

About all the hate. What's it for?

Look, we got Roarke before he killed the governor.

He can't hurt anyone else.

Look, I'm not talking about the most wanted murderers.

I'm talking about the bigots.

My high school counselor who would never shut up

about how "surprisingly articulate" I was

for a kid from the Lower Ninth Ward.

The crooked cops my dad tried to put away,

but somehow were set free because of,

ah, inconsistencies in the investigation.

That's code for a Black FBI agent investigating

a white sergeant, by the way.

Hm.

I'm talking about the ones who refused to believe

that I earned my Quantico spot on my own merit,

the ones who attribute my success to the color of my skin.

You know, I had to work twice as hard to get half as far.

Roarke really saw himself as an endangered species,

the victimized white man.

Oh, man, I know a thousand Roarkes.

- What about that landlord? - What about him?

- He's a Roarke. - Oh, he's definitely a Roarke.

Yeah.

And the tenant he was trying to evict...

- Oh, the future Mrs. Cannon? - Oh, whoa.

Let's pump the brakes a little.

Look, it's gonna be her kid who wears the scar.

Hm? I was 15 when Katrina hit.

We thought the flood was gonna be the hard part,

but the real danger came after.

Restructuring, also known as gentrification.

Restructured my uncle right out of his home,

my best friends out of our school.

You know, the folks that moved in had the audacity

to call my neighbors refugees.

Like we were the interlopers.

It's like watching the water bust through the levee all over again.

We couldn't do nothing to plug it up.

That landlord's name is Gunnar Jovanovic.

I found some pretty heavy dirt on him if you wanna hear it.

No.

Ray, these are public records.

We're not doing anything wrong.

I just... I don't feel good digging like this.

Okay, fine, totally get it.

I know that one person couldn't change what happened in your city.

But maybe you could change what happens

in this woman and her son's life.

I didn't get to introduce myself the other day.

Special Agent Ray Cannon, FBI.

Hey, look, this is all legal, OK?

If they can't pay, they can't stay.

Yeah, no. I completely agree.

Speaking of, who's gonna move into your place?

- What? - Your apartment.

Yeah, I was wondering who was gonna move in

when you go to prison for tax evasion.

See, raising the rent, that's one thing.

Skimming the difference off the top, that's a whole 'nother animal.

Now, by my calculations, you owe $75,000 in back taxes.

Now, I can call my buddies down at the IRS

and get this handled, or you can draw up

another lease for these nice folks.

I know what it looks like when a bully games the system,

but we're not gonna have that today, right?

Wow, that was...

thank you.

It's not a big deal.

Actually, it kind of is.

I'm Cora, and this is my son, Caleb.

I'm Ray.

You're really an FBI agent?

I sure am.

Can I see your gun?

No, I usually don't have it when I'm not working.

What about you?

What do you want to be when you grow up?

NFL quarterback,

like Patrick Mahomes or Lamar Jackson.

OK, all right. Well, you know what?

I look forward to seeing you play one day.

Can I help you take these back inside?

Actually, I have a better idea.

Would you mind?

I'm not very good.

Yeah, no worries.

All right, let's see what you got.

All right? Come on.

- Ready? - Yep.

Oh!

OK.

Yeah, kid's got an arm on him.

Actually, he's got two of 'em.

I see what you did there.

Funny.

All right, young king.

I'm going long, all right?

Ten hut.

- Oh! - Oh!

- Let's go! - Ready?

Let's go.

There we go, buddy.