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♪ Oh, I love the feeling, I'm up so high ♪

♪ Let go of the fear ♪

Special Agent Simone Clark, FBI.

And you are?

Special Agent Brendon Acres.

Aaah!

- We did it, B! - Whew!

But I'm gonna tell you something.

You should not be here.

You should be out at a bar, picking up hot chicks

with your shiny, new creds, not coming with me

to say goodbye to my former students.

You listen to me. It's a huge day for you.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

All right.

Get ready to see me ugly-cry.

Surprise!

Thank you, guys!

Oh, my God.

I've had a crush on you since my freshman year.

- Ooh! - Okay.

Hannah, I'm flattered, but that's wildly inappropriate.

What? No, not you, Miss Clark.

I'm talking about Vampire Cop.

Oh, Lord.

I just loved you so much on that show.

Is there any chance that they're gonna reboot it?

Oh, well, I don't know. Not with me.

My acting days are... are over.

I'm a real cop now, an FBI agent like...

Miss Clark here.

That's right. So everybody relax.

Stop taking pictures.

Listen, do not embarrass me in front of company.

- What?! My daughter - You...

is in this school. I have a right

to see my daughter!

- Uh, sir, I cannot let you... - Don't you touch me!

Now, don't you... Don't you touch me!

My daughter is in this school, and I'm gonna see her!

Marjorie, call 911.

Go out this door down the side.

It's gonna lead you behind the dumpster.

Sneak up on him while I try to de-escalate this.

Stay in this room.

Hey, sir! Be easy!

Back off!

I just need to take my daughter home!

I never wanted any of this!

I know you don't, so why don't you put the bat down?

And let's talk about this.

Listen, i-if your daughter is anything like me

when I was her age,

she worships her daddy.

You're her hero.

You don't want her to look out here and see her hero like this.

Don't you break that baby's heart.

I didn't ask for this damn divorce!

It's okay! We got this.

We're Feds.

♪ I can see by the way that you look in your eyes ♪

♪ People talkin' to me, but I'm up in the skies ♪

♪ You're so fine ♪

♪ You know I live in the moment, I live for the thrills ♪

♪ And the way that you hold me is givin' me chills ♪

Welcome back. Need a ride?

John Nolan. People are gonna start to talk.

Oh, let them talk.

So, your first day as an FBI agent.

- You nervous? - No.

Yeah, a little.

I mean, ooh, it's finally here.

The dream is no longer deferred.

Mm-hmm. On top of that, you set the bar pretty high

the last time you were here.

Question is, will the Bureau give you credit for it,

or are they gonna make you prove yourself

all over again?

Garza will, I think.

But as a Black woman,

there's no resting on your laurels.

You gotta armor up every day and prove you belong.

Well, if you need someone to armor up next to you,

you know who to call.

The cutest guy I know.

Ugh!

I told you, I don't have access to what you're looking for.

You're lying.

But I appreciate your loyalty.

But we're leaving here with what we came for.

And when we're done, you'll be dead.

The only question is, are you gonna give us what we want,

or are we gonna have to kill them, too?

♪ Searching for a latch it fits ♪

Daddy! I'm here.

♪ Like when I dig in the crates ♪

♪ To find breaks and samples that inspire me to... ♪

I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow.

It is tomorrow.

I took a red-eye,

and I gotta get right into the office.

It's my first day, and I can't be late.

You never told me how long you'll be staying.

Well, I guess until I can find something that's affordable

with enough room for the twins

when they come home from college.

So, forever.

Ha, ha.

What, you worried about me

cramping your style with the ladies?

It's not about the ladies.

It's a little about the ladies,

but it's mostly about the kind of work I do in the community.

Meaning, how are you gonna represent police reform

when you got the police in your home?

Exactly.

Okay, well, you just tell them

that I'm working in a brand-new unit,

and I'm gonna reform the FBI from the inside.

So, how was D. C.?

Frustrating. I bet.

You know, can I just say I'm kind of flattered

you went all the way out there to complain about me?

Uh-huh. Don't be cute.

This special unit of yours

is counter to the entire FBI ethos.

Exactly, Tracy. The Bureau needs an upgrade.

Less process, more police work.

How do you think it's going in there?

You're the people expert.

I'm a profiler, not a body-language specialist.

Wouldn't take a specialist to read that.

Tracy, please, the Bureau needs a rapid-response unit

that can jump in on fast-moving cases.

I really wish you wouldn't see

what I'm trying to do as such a threat.

Well, I might be a little less concerned

if you hadn't picked Laura and Carter.

They are outside-the-box thinkers,

and they are experts in their fields.

They're a hot mess.

Laura melted down at BSU,

and Carter can't stay out of his own way.

And why on Earth

would you be stepping in on a murder case

LAPD just caught?

Because I have a feeling there's more to it.

Oh, feeling

is not an FBI investigative method.

And yet they helped me catch a Russian terrorist.

You know...

there's a flip side to this big swing of yours, Matt.

If your unit screws up in any way,

I will shut it down.

We done?

Yeah.

New blood.

Brendon Acres? Ah, yes, ma'am.

Are you my training agent?

Laura Stensen. This is Agent Carter Hope.

You'll be working with us

in the Special Investigative Unit.

Does that mean I'm your rookie?

Simone Clark. No.

I think you're assigned to the Background Check Unit.

I think not. Has to be a mi... mista...

Hey. Hey, Agent Garza.

Looking good.

Uh, there's some confusion.

I'm supposed to be assigned to your unit.

No, no, there's no confusion, Simone.

Let's get to work.

W... But, sir, I...

Background Unit's down the hall and to the left.

So, where are we going?

Overflow building.

It's where they keep the misfit toys.

It's where they keep the computer servers.

It's where Garza set us up to keep us out

from under the eye of the big boss.

All right, we've got a case. Elena!

What did we discuss about the yelling?

It's not yelling. It's exuberance.

Did LAPD send over the initial case file?

Yes, it's uploaded in the fishbowl.

Fishbowl? No, I prefer briefing room.

And I prefer sleeping in, but my uncle's all hung up

on this "normal business hours" thing.

Whoa. Hi. I'm Elena.

Brendon. Oh, I know.

I've seen every episode of "Vampire Cop."

Almost didn't recognize you with your shirt on, though.

Our victim's name is Roger Kynard.

LAPD responded to a 911 call this morning

after the Kynard family arrived home from Catalina

and found his body.

Now, as you can see by the initial crime-scene photos,

Mr. Kynard was beaten pretty badly before he died.

The working theory is a home invasion that ended ugly.

But you disagree, otherwise we wouldn't be talking about it.

Well, Mr. Kynard was the assistant director

of the Federal Facilities Management Department.

He oversaw retrofits for all federal buildings.

All? Including, like, the Pentagon?

And the White House.

So go find out who killed this guy, because I'm worried

he's connected to something much scarier.

Hey, everybody.

Agent Clark, you're late.

Well, yeah, I-I'm sorry.

I was, uh, just talking to Agent Garza.

That's no excuse.

You'll be doing background checks

on potential federal employees.

Well, I hope that involves a lot of field interviews.

No, this is purely a desk job. Files and phone calls.

And I expect you to clear a dozen a day.

That's nothing. I can do this in my sleep.

This guy looks all right.

Eh, iffy.

We like her.

Oh! Ding, ding.

This guy's gonna be a problem.

How could you possibly know that with one look?

Simple. I read thousands of student files

when I was a guidance counselor,

and I got really good at this game

I like to call "What doesn't belong here?"

See, this candidate, Micah Olsen...

He was a chemical engineer in Denver for damn near a decade,

but he's applying to be a janitor in El Paso?

In my experience, drastic change equals a person in crisis.

Really?

'Cause I'm talking to a middle-aged woman

who abandoned her life and moved across the country

to join the FBI.

Are you saying I should be worried that you're in crisis?

Okay, I see what you did there.

Files and phone calls, Agent Clark.

But I... Get to work.

We're underwater with security clearance requests

from local law and elected officials.

Every unit is expected to clear their backlog...

Agent Garza, I need to speak with you for just...

You're not supposed to be in here.

I know. I'm supposed to be in your unit, and...

Okay, outside. Outside. Outside.

This is why.

I'm sorry?

This is why I didn't have you assigned to my unit.

Because I'm an outside-the-box thinker

who's passionate about making a difference?

No, because you're a torpedo looking for a target,

and I can't afford for it to be my unit.

A unit that you were empowered to launch

because I helped you catch a terrorist.

I know that, Simone, I do.

This was not an easy decision to make.

But I'm walking a tightrope here.

I'm trying to change things up

in a place that doesn't do change,

so I need outside-the-box thinkers

who know how to keep things low-key,

and we both know that's not you.

I-I can't apologize for being my own advocate.

In a world that marginalizes you at every turn,

it's... It's who you gotta be.

But I hear you.

I just need to prove myself worthy again.

I'm on it.

No. No, no, no, Simone, that's... that...

That is not the takeaway.

What are you wearing?

Uh, it's a Ted Baker.

No, no, no. I didn't ask who.

That suit might look good on a red carpet,

but it's not appropriate for the field.

Too stylish?

Too tight.

So, why'd you look away from the crime-scene photos?

What? No.

New guy, the biggest sin in the Bureau is lying.

I spent six years covered in blood...

The fake blood as a vampire cop.

I-I... I have some PTSD about it.

No, you don't.

PTSD is caused by real trauma.

What you're describing sounds more like an aversion reaction,

and you're gonna need to get over it.

Fast.

You'll be seeing a hell of a lot of blood in this job.

Officer. Special Agent Hope, FBI.

Can you give me a rundown on what you found so far?

Sure. Uh...

"Crime sucks."

Oh.

The tag line for "Vampire Cop."

Is this gonna happen a lot?

Probably, although my fans tend to skew a little younger.

Do not puke in here.

Please, I'm not gonna...

Oh. Geez.

Yeah, it's an aversion reaction.

No, it's a problem.

Yeah.

Do you think you could get him to sign this?

Are you serious right now?

Hey, Simone. This is a bad time.

Tough. I need a pep talk.

Why are you in the bushes?

Because I almost threw up at the crime scene.

What's the crime you're investigating?

Did you catch a murder?

Guy with oversight over all the federal buildings was murdered.

Someone beat the hell out of him before they shot him.

So it sounds like they tortured him to get the information,

then killed him once they got it.

Who found the body?

His family, when they got home from a trip.

It's probably what tipped the scales for him.

He talked to keep them out of harm's way.

Brendon, who's that guy peeping behind you?

He... He could be a witness.

Oh. Hey.

Uh, excuse me, sir. FBI. Can I talk to you for...

Or the killer!

Hey, we got a runner!

Get him, B!

I'm running. I'm gonna get him.

♪ Gamma knife ♪

♪ Gamma knife ♪

♪ Crack the whip, I'll jump the hoop ♪

♪ Cut the skin and bend the truth ♪

Stay still.

Told you that suit was too tight.

♪ Gamma knife ♪

♪ Hey-oh, oh ♪

Hey, Agent Hope.

Did, uh, Brendon catch the guy?

Why'd you run, Mr. Lewis?

I was squatting in the house... House next door.

I'm the kind of guy cops look at when things go bad.

Well, to be fair, your criminal record

has an impressive amount of diversity.

But no real violence.

So we're giving you an opportunity to help us out here.

You mean, did...

Did I hear my neighbor get murdered?

No comment.

I don't... I don't want nothin' to do with those guys.

Which guys?

You need to do the right thing here, Tom.

I-I really only saw one of them, okay?

Young guy.

Red hair.

Had... Had a-a blue-devil tattoo on his forearm.

Did you get past the firewall yet?

Sure did.

I'm downloading the data to a thumb drive.

Good man.

Gonna be a shame to have to roll without you.

What?

Aah! Somehow the Feds made you.

They just put out a city-wide BOLO

with a pretty good description.

They don't know your name yet,

but they'll figure that out.

And this job is just too important to let you jam us up.

On the plus side, you've made a positive impact

on a major case.

Yeah, and shown my hind-quarters to my training agent.

So what? You did that all over TV.

Hell, there's like, what, eight or nine Cliptalk accounts

dedicated to your bedonkadonk.

Meanwhile, my ass is parked in FBI purgatory.

Hey, cute thing. How you doin'?

Can't complain.

You're assigned to Garza's squad, right?

That's what Nolan told me.

He did, did he?

Yep, what's up?

We've got a guy named Heath Radnor in lockup.

Picked him up a couple days ago on a parole violation.

And fun fact... his file mentions a known associate

with a blue-devil tattoo,

like the one on your BOLO suspect.

Sounds like a guy we should talk to.

That's what I thought.

Are you free to come over, or should I call Garza?

No, no, no. I'll be there in 20.

Be where in 20?

Lunch.

Ooh!

Found a winner.

Who are you?

Simone Clark, FBI.

And the fact that I'm here

should scare the hell out of you.

Baby, I'm already looking at five years

for a parole violation.

It's gonna take a lot to scare me.

Mm. How about first-degree murder, boo?

See, one of your known associates just killed a guy.

Yeah?

I don't know nothing about that.

Really? 'Cause when we searched your phone a few minutes ago,

we found the victim's address in your search history.

See, I think you were supposed to be a part of this crime,

only LAPD snatched you up.

But we can still charge you as an accessory

unless you tell us every damn thing you know.

Look, I didn't know they were gonna kill anyone.

Tristan asked me to scope out the house,

report back on the alarm system.

Didn't even tell me who he was crewed up with.

I swear to God.

What's Tristan's last name?

Hughes.

Well, so far we've struck out.

The blue-devil tat isn't in the federal database.

I have Brendon running a social-media search,

but it's a long shot.

His name's Tristan Hughes.

How the hell do you know that?

Promise not to get mad?

No. Tell me now.

O-Okay. I interviewed a person of interest

in your homicide through a contact I had at LAPD.

But before your head explodes, all right, just consider

that every fiber of my being wanted to lone-wolf this thing.

I wanted to hunt Tristan down and bring him in myself

so I could prove I belonged in your unit.

But that is what a torpedo would do.

And I'm a team player who shares all the information she has

and waits for instructions on how to proceed next.

So how should I proceed next?

Can I just say, this is a fascinating case

of behavioral dysregulation.

Please, can I work up a profile on her before you fire her?

Why would he fire her? She found our guy.

Tristan Hughes, 22.

Several arrests for minor crimes, but no jail time

and no known current address.

Where did he go to high school?

Why?

Because the one thing all criminals have in common

is that they all went to high school.

Arden High.

Agent Garza, I belong to a national network

of guidance counselors.

If you give me an hour,

I bet I can get an address for Tristan.

A League of Extraordinary Guidance Counselors?

How cool is that?

Say yes. Say no.

Agent Clark.

You have 30 seconds to explain

why you have abandoned your post.

Please let me help you.

Please.

Oliver, it's my fault.

Simone was running down a lead for me.

I'll need her for the rest of the day.

You'll have her back tomorrow.

But I

I am happy to help, sir.

You can't just poach my people.

He's right.

And you can't reward this one for breaking the rules, either.

I can if I think it'll help us catch our killers

and stop whatever else they're planning.

Go get me that address. And, you, go with her.

What? No.

She needs discipline, Carter.

And that's your... speciality.

Let's go.

- Can I drive? - No.

We're looking for Tristan Hughes.

We need you to show us his file.

I'm sorry.

He left his manners in his other suit.

You work with a lot of kids.

Do you even remember Tristan?

A little.

He graduated four years ago.

Any friends who may know where he is now?

His brother still goes here.

Joshua.

I need you for a minute.

I thought he didn't have any family.

She means group-home brother.

Joshua, this is Agent Hope and Agent Clark with the FBI.

They're looking for Tristan.

I-I haven't seen him.

You're lying.

And that's okay,

because if the Feds came looking for my family,

I would probably lie, too.

But here's the thing.

Your brother's in a lot of trouble.

And I'm guessing he's hanging around with some people

that you don't approve of.

Yeah. Yeah. For a job he's doing.

Any idea where we can find him?

Or the crew he's working with?

We shared a ride a few weeks ago,

and he got dropped off first, at a building downtown.

Do you remember the address?

This is boring.

Shouldn't we scope it out? Peek in a window?

Be sure we're not wasting our time?

That's not procedure. We keep our eyes on a place

until we can run a detailed records search.

That could take hours. Easily.

Well, I wish you would have told me that before.

Before what?

I could have brought snacks or some... Oh.

Did you call for backup from the LAPD?

No. I texted.

7-Adam-15, show me Code 6, Olympic and 10th.

Hey. What's going on?

John, this is my training agent, Carter Hope.

That's not... I'm not... Nice to meet you.

Yeah. So who are we staking out?

Well, murder suspects,

but she had no reason to alert you.

Whoa. Looks like they're coming out.

Seems like they're taking off.

We should go stop them, right?

Negative. We don't even know

if they're actually connected to the case.

So we're just gonna let them get away?

Even though we suspect that they might be planning

an even bigger crime?

I could try to call in another unit,

have them picked up on a pretext.

At least we get an ID.

Great. I'm gonna follow that guy,

call you with an intercept course.

Simone, no...

It's like she's allergic to listening.

You have no idea.

Hang on.

That changes things.

7-Adam-15, we have three suspects with guns

on Olympic and 10th.

Gonna have to make contact now.

Show me Code 3. Send backup.

- You coming? - Yeah.

Hello, handsome.

This is an R1?

You know your bikes.

Ha! I also know how to ride.

- Okay. - Okay.

Cops.

Shoot!

Shots fired, shots fired.

Three suspects on street bikes.

One heading east on Olympic, one heading south on 10th,

one in the alley behind Olympic.

What's going on with your hand? You okay? Hell no.

I chipped a nail, but I did it

scratching the guy on the bike.

I got his DNA.

Pretty good, right?

They killed him because we were onto him, huh?

Seems like it. Any sign of the crew?

No. They all disappeared.

Listen, uh... what is he wearing?

Out of all the probies, why did you choose a half-assed actor?

You need to watch an episode of his show.

You'll believe in the vampire cop.

Are you fanboying right now?

Hell yeah. He's a chameleon.

Just think of all the undercover ops we can run with this kid.

So they lit the computer on fire, huh?

Uh, no, sir.

They poured acid on it before they took off.

Which means they didn't want us to know

what they were doing on it.

You aced computers in the Academy, right?

Funny story... As a teenager

I played an emo hacker in "My Hard Drive Ate My Homework."

It was my first foray into method acting...

It's a yes or no question, Hollywood.

It's not an invitation to give a TED Talk.

Right, sorry.

Um, yes, I'm great with computers.

Good. Huddle up with I. T.,

see what you can salvage.

Priority One.

So, you scraped the unsub's skin for DNA.

That's clever.

Reckless as hell.

Reckless, yes, but "as hell"?

I'd say that's about a six on the Simone recklessness scale.

The lab will have some results by morning.

Hopefully he's in the system.

Does that mean I'm working for you again tomorrow?

Depends on the results.

Th-That's a yes, right?

Remi Wolf's "Disco Man" plays...

He's just playing hard to get, girl.

We bonded big-time today.

I feel like I'm back at the Academy, you know?

No one thought I belonged.

Or me. But finish that story.

We proved them wrong, and we can do it again.

Give me some.

Yeah, you're right.

I mean, sure, I-I made a mistake or two today.

Nine, actually. I kept count.

But it's not like my training agent

doesn't have her own issues, you know?

She's... She's a mess.

Who, Ms. Perfect? Yeah.

Garza's niece gave me the lowdown.

Give it to me. Spill that tea.

Laura was the youngest agent ever to be accepted

in the Behavioral Science Unit.

But she had a meltdown when she found out

that her fiancé was sleeping with her BFF.

I know you lyin'. Mm-hmm.

She out here catching serial killers

but couldn't catch a serial cheater?

Under her nose?

That is not... That is a terrible laugh.

Why am I... Stop laughing.

I gave Sam the ring back.

An engagement ring is an implied gift,

so legally that diamond is your property.

I know.

I, uh, did it for my own emotional health.

I need closure.

You need a vacation.

And selling that ring could've bought you one.

Yeah.

You and I both know I can't take any more time off.

My career is hanging by a thread.

Well, good thing you don't have a problematic trainee.

What about Carter? You hear anything about him?

The bosses all seem to respect him,

until it's time for a promotion.

He's been passed over for years.

So he's a crab in the barrel.

His company-man routine is not paying off,

but he's steady trying to dim my shine.

He's the worst.

♪ Disco man ♪

I went by your house. Evelyn said you were here.

You got a minute?

I got a choice?

Things at home salvageable?

We're seeing a marriage counselor.

Oh, good. That's good.

That should help.

But guess what?

I can, too.

You know that promotion you've been dying for?

Congratulations. It's yours.

Better office hours, better pay.

That should go a long way in working out things at home.

All you gotta do is help me.

Help you do what?

Get me intel that'll take Garza down.

Tracy...

I'm not gonna be your mole.

Just think about it.

We got a call about a truck fire?

You said there'd only be four of them.

Wait! No, no, no!

Daddy, I'm home! I got Post and Beam!

♪ Ooh, why should I ♪

Oh!

I am so sorry...

not sorry.

Netta, this is my daughter, Simone.

Okay, girl. Tell me how it went down.

Who swiped right first?

I should go. N...

Well, no, I can get out of y'all's hair.

Netta, please. N...

Daddy, I'm sorry. I... I just...

Netta's in some legal trouble,

and she came to me for some advice.

And that's exactly why I was worried about you staying here.

You get some sleep last night?

Pshh. Between worrying about my career

and my father telling me I don't belong at home,

not much.

Hm. Sorry.

Hey, Carter.

Looking good this morning.

Me and you really tore it up yesterday, didn't we?

Um, how about you hook a sister up

and put in a good word for me with the boss?

Don't even worry about it. I got you.

Really?

Okay. You just messing with me.

- All right. - Simone.

Oh! Good morning, boss.

You are my boss, right?

Please tell me we got a hit on the DNA.

We did. You're on the team.

Please don't make me regret this.

Everyone, get in here now.

His name's Todd Lenox.

ViCAP ties him to several violent heists across the U. S.

And facial recognition captured him arriving

at El Paso Airport last night.

El Paso was one of the cities accessed on our vic's laptop.

Exactly. We're wheels up in 15.

Wait, what? As in, in the air?

Oh, you don't know?

My unit has a jet.

Damn!

Now, thieves like Lenox are often driven by

a pathological need to perfect their craft.

With each successful score, their ambition grows.

So expect whatever he's targeting next

will be bigger and riskier than anything he's ever done.

Simone, you disagree?

No, it's just that with some of my most troubled kids,

it was less about what they were doing

and more about what they weren't doing.

They weren't coming to class, doing their homework,

engaging with friends.

Okay, well, then what isn't Lenox doing?

Breaking and entering.

I mean, there's never been a sign of forced entry.

It's not unreasonable to believe that he tapped a locksmith

or a hacker as the job demanded.

I mean, even with the best locksmith or hacker,

there'd be evidence the system was tampered with.

So either this guy is Houdini...

Or he had someone on the inside.

Well, to plant an insider at a federal building,

they'd have to have a clean record,

get past extensive background checks.

It'd be impossible to penetrate that kind of wall. Oh, my God, the...

the janitor.

When I was doing background checks yesterday,

I got a rush job... Uh, this guy Micah... Olsen.

Micah Olsen.

He was a chemical engineer, suddenly quits his job,

moves to El Paso to be a janitor at the Federal Reserve.

I thought it was suspicious as hell, but I got overruled.

Yeah, the Federal Reserve would match Lenox's M. O.

That security is impenetrable.

Unless Micah is the inside man.

He started work there this morning.

Carter, call the Federal Reserve Police.

Put them on high alert.

Laura, loop in the El Paso field office.

We land in 20.

This way.

Is there anyone left?

Oh!

The Federal Reserve's vault is on the basement level.

Yeah, but the fire alarm was pulled on the fourth floor.

Most likely to draw us away from the vault.

The money in the vault's traceable.

Even if they could walk out with all that cash,

they wouldn't be able to spend a dollar of it.

What's your point, Simone?

I'd go after the money that can't be traced.

The cash-processing room.

Millions of old bills

that are gonna be destroyed are separated out,

serial numbers erased from the federal system.

The money's untraceable after that.

It's got to be easier to get into that room

than it is to the vault, right? But with Micah's training,

they could easily blow a hole in the vault,

where there's twice as much money housed.

Let's go with the processing room.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Down the hall.

Never seen firefighters with luggage before.

FBI!

Pretty Vicious's "These Four Walls" plays...

♪ Step aside, get in line ♪

♪ I've been tied up with fear ♪

♪ Do it right, get in high ♪

Go, go, go, go!

♪ Keep in time and come in ♪

Stay down! Stay down!

We'll get the runner.

Keep going to the processing room.

I'll stay here with the subject. Don't move.

♪ And all these rhymes ♪

♪ I have to sit here and listen ♪

♪ These four walls ♪

♪ Yeah, the crowd's overheating ♪

♪ No supports ♪

Ugh! Drop it!

On your knees, hands behind your head!

Do it now!

♪ Make it fall and redecorate yourself ♪

Are you gonna puke?

No.

I guess my own blood doesn't bother me.

What does that mean psychologically?

That you're weird.

FBI!

Look out!

I didn't see that. Thanks.

Think the others got out?

Oh, I don't know, but if they didn't,

I hope they're creating a hell of a distraction

somewhere else so we can sneak outta here.

FBI! Let me see your hands!

Unh-unh!

Don't even think about it, playboy.

Out of the car. Hands on the hood now!

Get out of the car and put your hands on the hood!

This is Carter.

Two in custody, upper level of the parking garage.

And you know why we got two in custody?

'Cause we make a hell of a team.

Lots of hot goss going around the office

about your squad today.

I'm sorry. Hot what?

You even went viral.

Mm-hmm.

If I were into dudes, I'd totally be into him.

You... W...

Uh-oh. Closed-door meeting, huh?

What's wrong?

I saw you sweating,

popping prescription meds on the plane.

So?

So...

my dad wore compression socks, too.

After his first heart attack.

Look...

this stays between us, do you understand?

Mm-hmm.

I had a stent put in my heart last month... clogged artery.

Doctors want me to have a double bypass at some point.

- Oh, Matt... - No, no. No. It's fine.

I've got it under control.

Laura, forming a unit like this

is a once-in-a-career opportunity.

If I have surgery now, it'll be months of recovery.

They will shut us down.

♪ Bring it on back ♪

So if you are concerned about my health...

Mm-hmm.

...reduce my stress.

♪ Bring it on back ♪

Train Brendon.

And train him right.

'Cause this unit has gotta succeed, okay?

♪ I been pleading, I been yelling ♪

Hey, Sophie.

Bren, my favorite client.

Ex-client. I quit acting, you remember?

I'm in the FBI now.

I know. I-I saw the news coverage

of you being all heroic in Texas.

And so did Dylan Santiago.

Wait, what?

He wants you to star in his next little Oscar-bait indie.

Are you serious?

Your dream director. He wants you.

This is what we've worked for all those years.

What do you say?

Ah.

♪ Bring it on back, bring it on back ♪

♪ Bring it on back, won't you bring it on back ♪

♪ Bring it on back to me ♪

♪ Yeah, just bring it on back ♪

Nice win today.

She says with sarcasm.

Hmm.

You gotta admit what Garza's doing works.

Mm. I hear Evelyn's planning on moving back to New Orleans,

with your son.

That's none of your business.

♪ Oh, ohh ♪

You're right.

But you know what is?

The A-SAC position opening up at the New Orleans field office.

Help me undercut Garza and the job's yours.

You'll finally get that promotion you always wanted.

Just in time to save your family.

I need your answer by tomorrow.

♪ I speak the truth ♪

♪ Oh, nothing but the truth ♪

♪ You keep on running ♪

♪ But there's no use in trying ♪

- Oh, no, Netta's not here. - Okay.

You need to stop right where you are.

What? Did I step in something?

You know, I took that settlement money from the LAPD

and invested it into the community.

And the help that I've been able to provide...

You know, to people going through the same struggle...

You helped a lot of people, Daddy, I know.

But I need you to be considerate of that.

I will. I promise.

Yeah. Two ground rules.

One... That badge and that gun

must be taken off before you enter,

because in my house, you're my daughter,

not an FBI agent.

♪ Bring it on back ♪

Okay. And what's the second rule?

Bring home dinner once a week.

Local restaurants only.

Look, you get that money from the FBI,

you need to give some of it back to the people.

And are you sure that's about the community

and not about your belly?

I'm part of the community, hmm?

And so are you.

♪ Bring it on back to me ♪

Mm.

Okay. Mm-hmm.

Deal.

Mm-hmm.

Hey. You like? My stylist hooked me up.

Classic G-man. It's good, right?

What, do you want an award for best dressed?

No.

It wouldn't be my first, but...

Personalizing your space is a sign of overconfidence.

Or being human.

You know, you're actually supposed to listen

to your training agent.

Oh. You're gonna be one of those type of brothers.

What's that supposed to mean?

On me like flies at a picnic for every little thing.

That's my job.

Look, I understand you've spent your whole life

having to be better than everyone else

- just to get in the room. - But what?

You think I need to dial it down now?

If you think you're gonna get me to quit

by telling me that I'm being too "me," you're mistaken.

I'm not trying to get you to quit.

I'm trying to help you.

I need you to understand that it's okay not to know something.

You've never done this job before,

and you're here to learn how.

Because Garza clearly hates me,

I'm here to teach you.

Understood.

I'm good with that, as long as you're good with

learning something from me, too, along the way,

like how to lighten up and live a little,

flies at the picnic.

My God, this is gonna be the longest

18-month probationary period ever.

We've got a case. Elena!

Again with the yelling, tío.

Upload the case file into the fishbowl.

Ha ha ha. I mean briefing room.

Let's go, everybody. We got a crime to solve.

Hey. You coming or what?