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PREVIOUSLY ON "THE ROOKIE: Feds"...

This is our target, Tobias Kazan.

He runs the largest fentanyl syndicate in the Southland.

That's his wife, Cora.

They've been married 21 years.

That's his daughter, Aliz.

She's a little ratchet.

Out of my way. She's my daughter.

Your daughter is the prime suspect in her own kidnapping

and the kidnapping of Kellen Filmore.

And for the murder of Tony Eakins.

You came at me through my kid. I won't forget that.

If I were you, I'd get her a really good lawyer.

As far as Tobias goes, we'll get him one day.

My darling. Finally, we are together.

And on Valentine's Day.

An ocean couldn't keep us apart, Loretta.

It's fate.

I don't know if it's the champagne, but my head is spinning.

I mean, just six weeks ago,

you were a ClipMates profile.

And now I'm sitting across from the love of my life.

God, she always lays it on so thick.

You know you men love your compliments.

Whenever you're ready.

- No, no, no. - Um...

- I'll take it. Thank you. - Oh.

You know that pains me.

It's just that my enemies have tied up my fortune

with their frivolous lawsuits.

But as soon as I am victorious,

I am taking you to Firenze, Italia.

Mamma Mia!

Until then, I got it. I know you're good for it.

You're doing great, Simone,

but pretending to be a rich man and taking gifts is not a crime.

Remember, to get him on wire fraud,

he has to ask for money for his fake corporation,

which you need to send and he has to accept.

You got him on the hook, so let's reel him in.

What's the matter, darling? Is everything okay?

Well, I told you coming here is dangerous.

That's why I have to travel covertly.

I-Is there anything I can do?

A slight injection of funds right now would help me

stay one step ahead of my enemies.

Of course. Well, how much do you need?

$25,000 should more than suffice.

Okay.

Where should I send it, my love?

My company's account should be easiest.

Ah. Got it.

You, my dear, are a lifesaver.

And you, my dear,

are under arrest. FBI, sweet thing.

Come back here!

Give me your car! Now!

FBI. We got this.

No, I do.

Naomi Voss, LAPD.

And this is my collar. Back off.

- Synced and corrected by synk - - www.addic7ed.com -

Captain, I had no idea they were working this case,

but I made the arrest.

Don't let them do this.

Yes, sir.

I bust my ass for months to get close to the ClipMates Casanova,

and you Bogart my arrest? Our case takes priority.

After he played a widow's lonely heart

and conned her out of a hundred grand,

then I found five other women he scammed from here to Dubai.

I've got files, interviews...

That all sounds great.

Now please send it over when you get a chance.

You're not interested in his romance scam.

You're on to him for something else.

Detective Voss, I do appreciate

- all of the hard work that you've... - You want to blow me off, fine.

This man has ruined women's lives.

Whatever you're up to, you better do right by them.

- Can I? - Yeah.

Hey.

My name is Simone,

and I'm sorry about what happened back there.

Just tell me you snagged him for a good reason.

You didn't hear it from me, but we're after Tobias Kazan.

That's major. Keep talking.

Well, a few months back, we crippled his operation.

But word on the street is he's planning something big.

What's that got to do with my case?

Tobias tripled his security,

so it's been damn near impossible to get to him,

so we've been tracking him through his wife.

She's a Casanova victim.

But keep it on the low?

Thanks for the straight answer.

Ooh, uh, hold the door, please.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Ooh! Beautiful flowers.

I can't believe it's, like, the first time in, what, 30 years

that I'm not gonna have somebody to love up on

for Valentine's Day.

Unlike you, B.

No, Antoinette doesn't like Valentine's Day, so I'm cool.

I'm not supposed to do anything for Fortune, right?

I mean, we've only gone out a few times.

What?

Being married on Valentine's Day was so much easier.

My wife would lay out all the rules a week before,

so I always knew what to do.

Valentine's Day is so lame.

It's just another day of insincere overtures.

But all the sheeple continue to fall for it.

Well, I love it.

And there's no shame in my nosy game, sir.

Who are those for?

Oh, um, someone named Laura Stinton?

Stensen?

Aah! Oh, my God!

Oh, what? Atlas... so sweet.

Thank you, kind sir.

I hope you have a really nice Valentine's Day.

He even remembered marigolds are my birth month flower.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Hi.

I know you said you don't care about Valentine's Day,

but I had to get you something, so... here you go.

"I like you hot or cold."

You know, like the pizza.

It's good either way.

- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.

Uh, I get all of that now.

Great.

Thanks. It's... cute.

Yeah, thanks.

Uh, so I'm... I'm so glad we're on the same page

about this whole Valentine's thing.

You know, just keep it casual.

Just a regular old Tuesday.

- Indeed. - Yeah.

So, you still coming over tonight?

Do a little ramen, watch a documentary?

- Yes. Uh, 8:00? - Great.

Uh, you got a secret admirer I should know about?

Oh, Jackie's husband always sends her

a bunch of gifts throughout the day.

It's a big old waste of money on things you're gonna throw away

two days later, you know?

No, thank you.

I'll see you later, alright?

It's not a crime to date multiple women.

Rude? True.

But against the law?

I don't think so.

How about fraud, forgery, theft, for starters.

And all of those on an international scale.

You lie about who you are, what you do,

con women into giving your fake business money... Duncan.

- I... - Don't say a word.

They can't make any of this stick.

We literally caught him conning one of our undercover agents.

No way. If anything, Loretta conned me.

He's telling the truth about that.

I'm good.

And so humble.

Carter Hope.

Yes. Hi.

Oh, that's right.

Uh, I'm gonna need to cancel that. My wife and I...

What do you mean, it's non-refundable?

No, I know what the word means. It...

Never mind.

What's non-refundable?

Last Valentine's Day,

I messed up with Evelyn, like, really bad,

so I figured I'd plan ahead for this year,

save future me from grief,

so I made reservations at Ravenna for tonight.

The chef's table's so exclusive, I had to pre-pay...

$500 a head.

- Well, that's perfect. - What?

Well, you got the dinner reservations in the divorce.

You forgot to give Fortune a Valentine's Day gift,

so looks like past you just hooked future you up.

It's too much too soon, right?

I mean, we're barely dating.

Are you hearing yourself, Carter?

This is the thing that can lock it in.

Look, we can prove that you conned multiple women,

but right now, we only want to talk about one of them...

Cora Kazan.

She's married...

To a very dangerous drug kingpin.

Ah. Look at that. He wasn't aware of that.

She told me he was a businessman,

had his own company.

Yeah, manufacturing and distributing methamphetamines

and killing a bunch of people in the process.

You got two paths.

One, we pack you off to an American prison,

where you never step foot in your homeland ever again.

Or two, you help us get to Cora's husband, Tobias,

and you go home.

How about three? We fight this in court.

Sure, but that might trigger four...

Tobias greenlights a hit on your client for screwing his wife.

- I'll help. - Absolutely not.

It's my life.

I'll do it.

Just tell me what I have to do.

You are going to give her this gift.

Really? A literal Trojan horse?

It's Celtic.

It's a symbol of good fortune...

Something our Casanova here should have no problem

making up a really good story about.

And what is it really?

A Wi-Fi hacker.

Give it to her, tell her to put it in the house.

When she looks at her husband, she thinks of you,

or... or whatever.

And meanwhile, we're tapping into their home network

and intercepting all communications.

Fine.

Your phone.

Arrange a meeting with Cora...

Today, in person.

But it's Valentine's Day.

She's probably with her husband.

Then make sure that she chooses you.

Hi, Amy.

What a surprise.

Darling, can you get away?

Today's tough.

Could we do Pilates and mimosas tomorrow morning?

I can't wait.

I need my lips on your neck

in that spot that you love, just under your ear.

I'll make it work.

Text me when and where.

I still think we should be the ones

surveilling Cora's date with Chase.

The surveillance team is top-notch.

Plus, Cora already knows what we look like.

Why risk her making one of us?

Is that another present from Atlas?

Yes, but I'm the only one with a key to this drawer.

How'd it get in there? Did one of you help him?

- Wasn't me. - Not me.

I am dating a cat burglar.

Oh!

A dreamy, romantic cat burglar.

You gotta be kidding me!

Well, then get him back, now!

Chase just blew through a red light,

and he lost the two agents who were escorting him

to his date with Cora. He is in the wind.

- Any idea where he's going? - Not a clue.

I bet I know someone who might know...

The one person who's been on his tail for months.

Appreciate this, Detective.

Couldn't wait to get my gloat on.

Boat slip U-1.

There's a yacht being leased

by one of Mr. Bad Romance's shell corporations.

LAPD!

FBI!

We're coming on board!

Oh, no.

You should have listened to me.

If you hadn't stolen my case, this guy would be in lockup,

and I'd be getting restitution for his victims.

Okay, someone please tell me that they got a lead.

No sign of a struggle, which means he either knew his killer,

or they got the drop on him.

And they used a weapon found in the boat,

all pointing to a crime of opportunity.

Alright, well, he ditches us, he tries to get away on his boat,

and then someone catches him before he can.

Yeah, but he has screwed over so many ladies,

we are not short on suspects.

Where do we start?

How about Cora Kazan?

I just got off the phone with surveillance.

She didn't show up to the hotel to meet him.

That's far from proof she came here and harpooned him.

Agreed. But she has a FastTrak on her car for tolls.

She got off the 110 freeway heading to the marina

less than two hours ago.

Let's get her in here for questioning. Now.

Since I clearly know more

about the victim/former suspect than you,

would you like me to observe?

- Actually, I... - Great.

I'll meet you at your office.

Damn!

And you complained about me.

If you think you can get me to give you dirt on my husband,

you're crazy.

Mm. Crazy is being married to a psychopath

and cheating on him with a con man.

Yes. We know about Chase Harrison.

And we know that he contacted you earlier for a hookup,

and then two hours later, he's dead

with a spear-gun arrow through his heart.

- He's dead? - Yeah.

- I want a lawyer. - You can go that way,

but then your husband's gonna find out about the affair,

and we both know he's not gonna take that too well, so...

Safer bet... you just come clean with us.

I didn't kill him.

We know you set up a rendezvous.

He called me back an hour later and changed the plan.

Did you know that?

No.

He called me from a new number, which was odd.

He said he was in trouble and needed me to meet him at the marina.

What else did he say?

Duncan wanted to sail away with me.

You knew his real name?

Yes.

Busted him on our first date.

So you knew exactly what he was doing and you still gave him money.

Why?

Because burning Tobias's money was almost as satisfying as the sex.

But mostly, I did it because Duncan and I were in love.

Unbelievable.

She knew who he was and still fell for his lies.

How do you know he's lying?

Even con men can fall in love.

Because this guy knew more than anyone that love is a scam.

Wow, Negative Naomi.

Think about it.

If our victim didn't have real feelings for her,

he would have given her the Trojan horse gift

and walked away. But he didn't.

- You're wrong. - I'm right.

- No, you're wrong. - No, I am right, and you...

Would you two cut the bickering?

I'm trying to listen.

I'm right.

Tell us what happened when you met up at the marina.

I never met him.

I couldn't find his yacht.

I tried calling that phone number, but he didn't pick up.

Cora, do you expect us to believe that?

I don't care what you believe. What we had was real.

You were gonna go with him?

I wanted to, but no.

My daughter is in prison and needs me.

So, why did you go to the marina, then,

if you weren't gonna sail off with him?

To say goodbye.

Cora, don't say another word.

Unless you're arresting Mrs. Kazan, we're leaving.

Her husband's waiting for her in the lobby.

Of course he is.

Garza.

You've already taken my daughter from me,

now you're coming for my wife.

How far do you think you can push a man

before he decides to push back?

Careful, Tobias.

You're just a few words shy of threatening a federal agent.

Yeah, but that would be such an unsatisfying way

for you to end up in handcuffs.

So unless you're willing to escalate to assaulting a peace officer,

you should go.

Hmm.

When you're looking into Cora's alibi, check out Tobias's, as well.

Because if he knew that she was cheating on him with Chase,

he has certainly killed for less.

Mm.

Seriously? Atlas again?

Hey, no. It's not for you. It's for him.

- For me? - Yeah.

- From who? - Uh, I don't know.

Mm!

"Just a sweet chocolate treat

to an even sweeter chocolate treat."

It's from Fortune.

You're doing something right, Carter.

Clearly not. But I'm about to.

Hey, you.

Hey. I am looking for a woman.

Maybe you can help me find her.

She is kind, thoughtful,

and apparently considers me a chocolate treat.

Mm. I think I know who you're talking about.

That was really nice.

Look, I know this is last minute, and I'm so sorry.

Are you free for dinner?

Tonight?

Well, maybe I can get someone to cover me,

but good luck getting in anywhere on Valentine's Day.

I... actually know someone at Ravenna.

Uh, he can get us in.

Ravenna? For real?

I've always wanted to go there.

What time?

- Pick you up at 8:00? - I'll be cute.

What did you tell them?

Nothing about you or your business.

Not everything is about you.

So it's about your boyfriend, then.

You knew?

You're not as clever as you think.

Did you...

Hello?

This is a call from Riverside Correctional.

To accept the charges, say yes.

Yes.

- Dad? - Sweetie?

Daddy.

Hey, Aliz, what's wrong?

They know who I am.

Who? What are you talking about?

The Mala Noche. They found out I'm your daughter.

They've been threatening me.

You said you could protect her.

I have people inside, but Mala Noche's running the prison.

What do they want?

Your business, or I'm dead.

- Got that, Papi? - Listen to me.

If you hurt my daughter,

I will kill every single person you care about.

Gotta go. We'll be in touch

after we put a beating on your little angel.

Wait.

Hey. Got anything on who killed our ClipMates Casanova?

Waiting to see.

ERT didn't find any prints

on the spear gun that killed your victim,

but they pulled multiple latent prints from the yacht.

- Okay. - AFIS is searching for a match.

Well, fingers crossed.

Oh, also, fingers crossed we can find some good food tonight,

'cause the ramen place I was gonna take you to...

Health code violation, so...

Guess we dodged a bullet.

Yeah, totally.

Uh, I was thinking maybe we could do, like,

a drive-thru on the way to my place?

Oh, yeah. Uh, fast food sounds great.

Great.

We got a hit.

Fingerprint match from German Intelligence.

Alright. Hans Becker.

German national suspected of multiple murders for hire across Europe.

An assassin.

He just landed at LAX late last night from Frankfurt.

And just happened to end up on our victim's yacht.

What are we thinking? Valentine's Day Massacre?

All of Chase's recent marks have deep pockets.

A betrayal like that, I wouldn't put it past them

to want revenge, hire a hitman.

No, Tobias wouldn't waste the money,

and Cora didn't have time to bring him in.

Well, but Chase has been dead for hours now.

I mean, this guy could be on his way back to Germany.

I'll get a BOLO out for him

and have every agency in the region on high alert.

With any luck, we'll catch him before he leaves town.

Look, uh, it's Valentine's Day, right,

for those of you who celebrate.

So go and have a night or whatever,

and just stay by your phones. If I get a lead, I'm gonna call.

What, you got big Valentine's Day plans tonight?

No Valentine, no plans.

I lateral transferred from Oakland PD six months ago,

and I gotta say, I'm still not vibing with the "LA thing."

Just do my job and go home.

See, you just haven't given the right people a try.

Trust, once you find your folks and a good place to hang,

you gonna see LA through different eyes.

Really? Down here, there's not even any decent restaurants,

just overpriced hot spots and sushi.

Seriously, what is up with all the sushi joints?

Okay, um, try this taco truck,

Bangin' Tacos, downtown.

If you love that, I'll give you some other recommendations.

Not big on tacos, but thanks anyway.

- Have a good night. - Good night.

You look beautiful tonight.

I mean, not that you don't look good on other nights.

I get it.

And thank you.

Carter?

Evelyn?

What are you doing here?

Oh, no.

"Oh, no" is right.

The reservation was in my calendar,

and I thought it shouldn't go to waste.

I figured you'd long forgotten about it.

All those missed Valentine's Days...

Guess you needed a new lady to suddenly find the time.

- Uh... - Hi, I'm Fortune.

Hi, I'm... I'm sorry about this.

I'm Evelyn.

The ex-wife.

Figured.

Hey, guys. How are you?

I'm Marcus. Nice to meet you.

Well, now that we all know each other,

if you don't mind, Fortune and I

are gonna enjoy this reservation that I prepaid for.

As a gift to me. Remember?

Aren't you supposed to be at home with our son?

The one you want to take 2,000 miles away from me?

Really, Carter?

You want to do this here and now?

Hey.

All done.

- Thanks for waiting. - Yeah.

So, I-I was thinking,

greasy drive-thru sounds terrible.

On Valentine's Day? Yuck.

I have a cauliflower pizza in my freezer,

so I thought maybe I'll just do that for us.

Yeah.

You are the worst actress in the world.

You do care about Valentine's Day, don't you?

Don't you?

Alright. Yes, okay? I love it. I'm a woman.

I'm French. I'm a romantic.

It's the one day of the year designed for lovers.

Then why didn't you say anything?

I was embarrassed.

Hey.

I love that you love Valentine's Day,

'cause guess what?

I love Valentine's Day.

Which is why I planned something for us.

I rented us a house in Malibu,

and there's a chef there right now

cooking us a five-course dinner,

and then we are gonna walk on the beach.

We're gonna get massages while we listen to the ocean,

and then we are going to...

sit by the fire until the sun comes up.

What happens after the fire and before the sun?

I'll leave that up to you.

You can't have Al pastor. That's pork.

Yes, I agree pork is delicious, however, your diabetes...

Look, we'll eat chicken tacos and binge-watch something, okay?

Bye.

Oh! So much has happened since

the last time I saw you, hmm?

You took my advice on the tacos

and got you a hot date.

Get it, girl.

Date? Nah.

That was my mom.

She's getting older and in denial about it.

She's the reason I moved down here.

Wanna grab a drink while we wait for our order?

- Sure. - Yeah? Come on.

You and your ex have some unresolved issues.

I'm sorry you got caught in the middle.

Look, I get it. We all have baggage.

But you told me you were gonna be honest with me,

and then you go and pull this?

Bringing me to a dinner meant for your ex?

I know.

And I don't know what's wrong with me.

I like you, Carter.

I'm just not sure you're ready to date right now.

No, no, no. Don't say that.

I like you, too.

We can salvage this night. Where do you want to go?

Anywhere. Anywhere at all.

I think it's best if you just take me home.

I had been with my girlfriend for two years,

but after I transferred down here, we broke up.

That sucks.

I don't have any excuse as to why I'm single.

I date men and women,

so you would think that my odds would be much better.

Ever date anyone in law enforcement?

Mnh-mnh.

Why you ask?

No one else understands the demands of the job.

We move different.

Oh, I would much rather date a civilian.

I don't want to be in that headspace when I get home.

Well, then, get used to being alone.

Damn! Harsh.

I'm just being real.

I come from a cop family, and everybody's still together.

Just saying.

Anyway, Mama's tacos are getting cold.

I better go.

You're right, though. Those were bomb. Later.

Show me your hands. Show me your hands.

I come in peace.

I don't believe you.

I have an offer.

My daughter was beaten in prison by the Mala Noche.

Now they're threatening to kill her

if I don't turn over my operations to them.

So what's your offer?

Transfer her to a minimum-security federal prison

Far away.

Where my enemy can't reach her.

And what do I get in return?

Me.

I do hope one of y'all made up for my usexy Valentine's night.

Talk to me.

Well, I FaceTimed with Atlas all night.

Props. Carter?

B?

Mine just ended an hour ago.

Whoo-hoo! Winner, winner!

Well, you better get yourself a double espresso, probie,

because we've got a busy day ahead of us.

Okay.

Last night, I had a surprise Valentine's date...

with Tobias Kazan.

Are you serious?

Apparently, Mala Noche has been threatening

his daughter's life in prison,

and he wants us to transfer her to a minimum-security facility

for the rest of her sentence for her safety.

And in exchange, he'll help us make a case against Mala Noche,

and he'll give up his meth-manufacturing lab here in LA.

Tobias did not seem like the type to surrender like that.

I was skeptical at first, too, Carter, but as a show of good faith,

he passed along some Intel about his drug suppliers in Greece.

Interpol verified it, and this morning,

Hellenic Police arrested 30 people.

So this is real.

Tobias has already set up an in-person exchange.

He's gonna hand over all of his supply to Mala Noche's leadership.

So we can kill two birds with one arrest.

W-When's the exchange?

That's the tricky part.

Tobias says that he's only gonna give up the time

and the location if we grant him immunity and move Aliz,

so I'm gonna meet with the AUSA to work out a deal.

In the meantime, Laura, Brendon, liaise with the Bureau of Prisons,

and you make sure that Aliz is under protective custody

until she's transferred. And do it on the QT.

We do not want Mala Noche catching on.

This is, uh, Naomi.

Hey, Detective.

You're on speaker with Garza and Carter.

Hey. DHS picked up our hit man,

Hans Becker, at LAX, about to board a flight to Frankfurt.

He's en route to my station right now.

Oh, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

This is a federal case. He should be on his w...

And this is a courtesy call.

More than you gave me, for the record.

She hung up.

Okay.

Will you two please go over there and see what you can get out of Hans?

Don't ever complain about me again.

Okay.

Mnh-mnh. Don't do it.

How much were you paid, Hans, to kill Chase?

Which would be the eighth murder

across three continents you're suspected of.

But never charged with.

That's the most important part, yes?

Hans, we didn't pick your name out of a hat.

Your prints were at the scene.

Sure. 'Cause I'm a conflict resolution specialist.

You have my mobile phone.

So you'll discover I was hired by a woman, Victoria Wagner,

to find a man who played a nefarious confidence game

and tricked her out of over $200,000.

She paid you to find him and to kill him.

No, resolve conflict.

But when I boarded the ship,

I found him sitting there, speared like a fish.

You expect us to believe that?

Hypothetically,

were I this man you're accusing me of being,

I would never use a weapon so crude and unreliable.

It's a nice story.

I did not kill that man.

Just found him.

So what do we think?

Hans is clearly a killer, but is he our killer?

Well, he's telling the truth about one thing.

He did get money from Victoria Wagner... 20,000 euros.

And then she started sending him all these texts in German.

I'll reach out to the language analysts to translate.

There's a lot of clearly coded text about payment.

And then yesterday at 11:47 a.m.,

he messaged her, "The job is done."

Wait. You speak German?

And Spanish. Some Arabic.

Show-off.

Hans just got a text from Victoria.

"You lied. Chase is not dead.

He just contacted me for more money."

That's impossible.

Unless someone has access to his account

and is posing as him.

Chase must have had a partner

who's just become desperate for cash.

Damn.

You want to do what now?

Catfish the catfisher.

Our Casanova had a partner,

and they contacted one of his German victims,

Victoria Wagner, posing as him,

trying to extort another payment.

Okay, so we want to draw the partner out

by pretending to be Victoria online.

Victoria will say she can't transfer funds

electronically the way she normally does

because her account's tapped out.

Yeah, but she can get a physical check made out to cash

by one of her business associates in Los Angeles.

And we'll set that trap up in an office building that we control.

You smell what I'm cooking?

Do it.

- We're in position. - Copy.

Position secured in the lobby.

When the partner picks up the check from the receptionist,

- we got him. - Okay.

So it's obvious that the partner is the killer, right?

But why turn on Chase?

My bet... They were lovers.

- No. - No, no, no. Hold on.

The partner finds out that Chase is gonna run off with Cora,

has a fit, kills in a jealous rage.

Boom.

50 bucks says it was all business.

Why do you hate love so much?

Again with this? It's like "The View" with you two.

Oh, hush.

One thing that's become clear...

If Chase was the face of the operation,

then his partner was the brains.

I agree, Whoopi.

I take that as a compliment.

Now, Chase had a sophisticated financial operation,

so his partner had to be someone

who knew how to open shell corporations,

move cash internationally.

Chase's lawyer.

That's a reach, don't you think?

Not really. She's here.

It's Audrey Evans, Carter, and she's headed your way.

As soon as she picks up the envelope, we'll move in.

Damn! She made us.

Audrey, don't.

FBI!

LAPD!

Settle a bet. Did you kill Chase for love or money?

Lawyer.

Damn!

This looks to be in order.

Deal's not gonna get any better, Tobias.

You work your entire life to build something,

and then just like that, with some paper and a borrowed pen,

it all goes away.

I'm not the audience for your self-pity.

You are a drug dealer, and everything that you've built

has been at the expense of other people.

That's karma.

Hmm.

At 8:00 p.m. tonight,

several high-ranking members of Mala Noche

will meet at my cookhouse on Soto and Valley.

They're coming to take all my product and supplies.

Get comfortable

because you're not going anywhere until this is done.

What's the sit-rep?

We closed the ClipMates Casanova case.

Well, Naomi did. We let her take the collar,

'cause honestly, she earned it.

- Should we fold in on Tobias? - Yeah.

I need you to get Aliz's statement

before marshals transfer her to her new prison, okay?

Simone, you got her to open up the last time,

so do your thing.

- Don't I always? - Yeah.

Laura, Brendon, and I are going with SWAT to Tobias's cookhouse.

Got you.

They said if my dad doesn't hand over his business by tomorrow...

...they'll cut my throat.

Thank you, Aliz.

A marshal will be here soon to transfer you.

I was surprised you were taking my statement.

You put me away, and now you're helping me out.

Thank you.

Thank your father.

Wait.

I-I thought you were just being kind.

My... My father actually gave up his drug operation?

Yeah.

He made a deal with Garza.

Garza?

No, my... my dad hates that guy.

Well, maybe he loves you more than he hates him.

No, he doesn't.

You think my dad actually cares about me?

No. The only thing that he loves is his business.

He would never give that up.

Especially to your boss.

Surveillance feed is up and running.

- Did you get Aliz's statement? - Yeah.

But are you sure this deal is on the up and up?

Why do you ask?

Because based on what Aliz just said,

Tobias as the dutiful father is an act.

Meet's supposed to be at 8:00.

They're already 12 minutes late.

Maybe Mala Noche got cold feet.

Or Tobias gave you bad Intel

to lure you down to an environment he controls,

setting up both the FBI and Mala Noche.

Boss, what better way

to get rid of all your enemies

than to have them there at the same time?

Matt, this is a meth lab.

With the amount of volatile chemicals in there,

it would only take one well-placed explosive

for this whole block to go boom and a lot of people die.

Would he sacrifice his own men like that?

Risk blowing the deal that he cut?

Tobias Kazan? One hundred percent.

Let's go check it out.

We have two armed bogeys, south wall.

Copy that. Keep eyes on them.

It's getting a little crowded in here.

We need to step this up.

Almost to the tanks.

Matt, we got a problem.

Carter was right. This is a trap.

Tobias wired C4 onto one of the tanks.

And if it goes off, this whole block becomes a crater.

Mala Noche just arrived.

We need to disarm that bomb right away.

Bogeys on the move. They're all in the one spot.

Bomb disarmed.

SWAT team, move in. Go, go.

FBI! Hands up right now!

No, no, no, no, no. Hands up. Let's go.

Show me your hands. Hands up, everyone.

Boss, you okay?

- Yeah. You good? - Yeah.

- Laura, you good? - Yeah.

You surprised to see me alive?

Did something go wrong?

Cut the crap, Tobias.

You set us up, and you set up Mala Noche.

You had that place rigged to explode.

Why on earth would I do that?

To send a message to anyone who might be coming after you again.

Your daughter's prison transfer was dependent on this deal,

and I'm pulling it.

Threatening my daughter's safety?

Oh, you must be desperate, Garza.

But we both know you're too much of a do-gooder

to send her back into that lion's den.

Are you willing to risk your daughter's life for this?

To use her like some kind of pawn?

Aliz... She's a big girl.

She made her choices. Now she's on her own.

And the deal I signed granted me immunity

from prosecution regarding the LA meth lab.

So...

...unless you can prove

I have something to do with that supposed bomb...

...may I go now?

Why am I here?

Tobias says he gave up his entire operation.

But I know that there's got to be more,

and we believe that you know all about it.

Turn state's evidence.

We can put him away for good.

Forget it.

We can keep you safe.

You can start a new life. Find new love.

Look, my husband is not a good man.

But my daughter needs her father in her life.

I'm not going to destroy what's left of our family.

Well, it's a shame

that your husband doesn't feel the same way.

Are you willing to risk your daughter's life for this?

To use her like some kind of pawn?

Aliz... She's a big girl.

She made her choices. Now she's on her own.

You are the only one who cares about Aliz.

It would seem that you're right.

Which is why the last place I should be is in witness protection...

Unable to look out for her, to use his resources to protect her.

So you're gonna stay with him,

even though he is a complete monster?

I have to.

For my daughter.

Delivery.

Oh, that's beautiful. Who's it for?

You.

You trying to buy my forgiveness?

I am so sorry about last night. You were right...

about everything, except one.

I am ready to date.

- Sure about that? - Absolutely.

I promise you, no more lies.

No more dodging, hiding, no more being afraid

that my truth is too much for you to handle.

Just radical transparency.

That's a serious commitment.

I'm a serious dude. I can prove it to you.

Here are some straight-up truths

that I've never mentioned to anyone before.

In the fifth grade, we had "share day."

But I thought the teacher meant Cher, the singer/actress.

So I dressed up in a big wig and jumpsuit.

No, you did not.

Yes, I did. And I looked fly as hell.

Here's another truth...

Electric Boogaloo" is my all-time favorite movie.

And that's for real.

I tear up during the final dance number every time.

Sorry not sorry.

- Number three... - Okay, stop now,

or I'll regret what I'm about to say.

I am willing to give

this radically transparent truth-teller another chance.

Hey, you.

Hi. How was your day?

It was touch and go at first.

I haven't pulled an all-nighter since... l'universit�.

Mm.

But it was worth it.

Best Valentine's Day ever.

It was.

And so sweet and thoughtful.

Now it's my turn.

Oh.

I bought us the last two tickets

for "Am�lie" at the New Beverly.

I know it's your favorite film.

Uh, tonight?

Okay. Uh, it's a late show.

It's midnight.

Yep.

Can we fall asleep and stream it at your house instead?

Oh, thank God. Sweeter words have never been said.

Thank you.

- Let's go. - Let's go.

Hey, girl, hey.

Hey. What are you doing here?

Well, I had an update on the Casanova case

and wanted to share.

What's up?

Garza invoked the power of the federal government

here and abroad to seize all of Aubrey Evans's assets.

So the women that her and Chase conned

will get restitution.

I'm glad to hear it.

Now, if only we could un-break their hearts, too.

Wait a minute.

Is that a sweet statement from someone who hates love?

Could you please speak into the Mic?

Shut up.

Even I've got a heart buried in here somewhere.

And for the record, I give you Feds props

for how you handled the case.

But the jury's still out on this sun-baked purgatory called LA.

And Negative Naomi is back.

You've got to admit that the sunsets here are unmatched.

And you even said you liked the tacos.

Ah?

True, true.

See you.

Hey, since you're the LA restaurant expert,

I read about this Jamaican spot on Washington... Natraliart?

Ah. They have the best beef patties in town.

Well, we should go sometime.

I'd say tonight, but I'm taking my mom

to this "silver and sexy" mixer.

You're a good daughter.

Rain check?

Rain check.

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