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Authorities have identified a person of interest

in the mysterious death of Treasury Official Edward Homm.

That's my Stacy. Someone's at the door.

- The fuck? - I was afraid of that.

Kills a guy with a fire extinguisher

and suddenly he's in MI5.

- You said he was okay. - He's fine.

Edward Homm is the story here.

Think about it. Can you think of one other person

in the last 2,000 years? My source, Zaius,

said he's gonna get me proof that Ed is not dead.

Weir didn't kill anybody. I have proof.

Oh, you figured out the stuff in the briefcase?

Whoever has this info controls everything.

- Where are you going? - To find him.

Maybe he went to his ex-wife's.

I didn't know Weir even had an ex.

- It's really good you came. - It doesn't hurt

to look like successful co-parents every once in a while.

Sir?

- What's this? - You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

What can I offer you

to make you forget this file ever existed?

Oh, I thought you'd never ask.

I'd like to be made the head of the task force

that's tracking down John Weir.

The Senate majority leader

has called for an immediate vote

on the shared data act.

This wasn't about winning the presidency.

This was about passing a piece of legislation

that the senator campaigned on.

And when it does, Crowley gains access

to thousands of data points on every single American.

- Your father is using you. - Liar!

Someone's telling you what to fucking say?

Hello, John.

Been running an op on me, Dad?

Jesus Christ!

Crowley wants no loose ends

in the Homm operation.

He just fucking outplayed me, John.

I'm so sorry.

No more apologizing.

Just tell me that we're gonna work together

to stop this motherfucker once and for all.

Another week? Seriously?

You were supposed to be done a month ago.

Yeah, but what about my job, my career?

I know things happen, but I mean...

We can talk about this when you're back, whenever that is.

It's giving me a headache

and that is the last thing I need right now.

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And with a stroke of the president's pen,

The Nora Evers American Protection Act has become law.

Today, the government begins sharing vast amounts of data

with approved intelligence contractors.

But is the cost of security too high?

Can we, as American citizens,

trust our personal data to the federal government?

To privatized intelligence?

Bring Arda engine online.

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Link to Intaverse company databases.

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Link to social media companies provided by Data Act.

Linking.

Download data points.

Downloading.

Isolate most active users by political beliefs.

Copy. Isolating... Downloading.

- Index. - OPERATIVE: Indexing.

Parse advertisement targeting data.

- Parsing. - Index.

- Indexing. - Parse newsfeed user algorithms.

Index.

Indexing.

Isolate federal judicial roster.

Isolate. Copy.

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Use Cyto-23 home DNA test data.

- Collecting data. - Index.

Downloading.

Isolate users with anxiety disorders and depression.

Isolating. Copy.

Parsing data.

Downloading complete.

Index is complete.

Execute.

A bizarre scene in Washington, D.C.

as three federal judges on the prestigious D.C. circuit

have died or been killed in a single day.

None of the cases seem to be connected,

but the D.C. circuit court

has been shut indefinitely

- for fear of further violence. - It's begun.

- Crowley? - Yeah.

It's like the most powerful court in the country.

Crowley's just shut it down.

Then he'll probably pack it full of his own people,

or just not reopen it again.

He-He's taking over.

He paralyzes the courts, then what?

We were in, uh, in India, in Mumbai, once.

We were looking out over the slums.

And he said, "They should all be put down like rabid dogs."

Then he said, "The one thing this country has got right

is the caste system."

Uh, "People know their place and they're kept there."

He'll build the country he's always wanted.

Ruled over by a privileged few.

He'll create a permanent underclass, women in the home,

homosexuals in the closet.

Or, better still, buried in the ground.

It's the world of a hundred years ago.

His world.

God help us all.

Let's talk about next steps.

We have documented proof of a conspiracy.

It-It's bigger than the Pentagon Papers,

Panama Papers, Pandora Papers.

I could build a bulletproof case on this.

- Anyone could. - Can we just go public?

Well, hardly.

Right now, Crowley controls the narrative.

You know, he's got the media blabbing nonstop

about the Evers assassination and dead judges.

And he'll use fear to turn public opinion

against whatever we throw out there.

He's right. We have to control the narrative first.

Then we can reach out to specific journalists.

I've got some ideas about that.

- Isn't it too late? - There's a window.

But it's closing. Which is why I think, for maximum exposure,

we need to move over to the Homm Plan.

Um, Homm... Homm Plan?

There's a Homm Plan?

- Of course, are you blind? - There's a Homm Plan.

And it's pretty simple.

We reveal that you're alive, it'll go viral.

At which point, the public

controls the narrative. We move in from there.

The bread crumbs we've been throwing out to Morgan Shaw

will pay off in a viral moment.

You're... You're Zaius?

It's much easier to create a folk hero now than it was back in the day.

Hold on. "Ed Is Not Dead" is you two?

- I-I thought that was... - Just post something on Reddit

and buy likes from a Filipino click farm,

and bingo, people are in love.

"Click farm."

Are you serious?

I don't even know.

So that's...

Debra.

And that's... Uh, just give me one, just...

Just wait a-a minute.

Uh-uh.

What?

You got a bizarre message in your public account.

I... thought it was typical wingnut bullshit,

but, uh, it said...

- Okay, first thing... - Spit. Spit it out.

Sorry. I...

There was an attachment.

- She's in. - Wow.

Briar Park Grill, 8:00 a.m.

There's only one thing that worries me about this plan.

It doesn't end with Crowley's death.

And that's the only way to stop him.

Dad. You have to trust me.

I know it's not a big thing in our family,

but we don't have a choice. This is gonna work.

Hmm. Okay.

"Okay"?

Wow.

You should get some sleep.

Yeah.

You, too.

Weir...

Um...

You had me worried.

I was... I was worried about you.

I know. I'm sorry.

I get it.

No, no, I-I don't think you do.

Look, I-I wasn't trying to be cute, okay,

putting you on the bus.

What we're doing right now is dangerous

and I was trying to protect you.

This work, um...

I'm gonna be honest, it...

it's cost me everything.

And I mean... everything.

Like your friends?

Valence?

Yeah.

Your wife?

What... What happened with her?

A job went wrong.

I fucked up, she got hurt.

Caught in the middle.

And then she left.

You still love her?

Hailey, I think you know how I feel about you.

Yeah.

Well, let's face it, I'm not the most...

...stable guy, so...

No.

I don't think I could handle losing someone like you.

I know I couldn't handle it.

I went to Jo Madi.

What?

I... I-I was worried, I-I...

You were out of your mind, you were...

I figured an arrested John Weir was an alive John Weir.

You said Jo Madi was honest.

So I...

I gave her some information

to-to prove what was going on and...

and I-I asked her to arrest you.

To take you off the street so that you could be safe.

Okay.

Okay?

Yeah, okay.

I mean, I... I get it.

You thought you had one shot to protect me and you took it.

Okay.

You did it because...

Yeah.

Yeah?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

What do you want from me?

What do you want?

Yes, sir.

We have her. What's next?

Yes.

Yes, sir.

What... What do you want?

Tell me, I'll give it to you.

What do you want?

It's okay.

We just need proof of life.

No. No. No. No!

No... Ahh! Ahh!

Morning, team. Sorry I'm late.

As the lead investigator, I thought it would be prudent

to do a point-by-point review of all the information

that we've gathered to date.

So, to start, I...

Sorry, I have Chloe for you.

Uh, hard pass.

She says it's important.

Un-fucking-believable.

- What's up, honey? - Hey, Mom.

- Everything okay? - CHLOE: No.

Mommy went to the store and I forgot to tell her I wanted Pringles.

Seriously?

Well, why are you calling me and not her?

I did, but she won't answer.

Well, she just left her phone in the car.

Like she always does.

Guess you're just gonna have to rough it today, Chloe.

But Mom...

Sorry, there's Mac Cheezies on top of the fridge.

And no more calls, unless it's an emergency.

Um, otherwise, text.

What the hell?

Hailey, you're with Ed, you know what to do.

- I'll see you at 4:00. - Okay.

As for you, I have a pickup in Yonkers. It's important.

The ex-wife you neglected to tell me about.

How'd you know about that?

Oh, you lied to me.

Well, not technically, you never asked.

Her name is Liv, she's expecting you,

and I know I can count on you to keep her safe.

Mm-hmm.

Hey.

Please try not to scare her unnecessarily.

All right.

Everything's a lie.

Like... my marriage.

My death, even me being alive...

it's all made-up.

I don't know...

I don't know what's real.

I killed someone.

What's that?

I'm not stupid, you know, I...

I know what I did to that security guy at the Gao thing.

I killed him.

Well, um...

I'm pretty sure he would've...

he would've killed if you didn't, Ed.

- Do you think he had a family? - What?

I... I don't know.

He at least had a dog, don't you think?

I-I have no idea. Listen...

What if his dog has one of those

hard-to-adopt personalities?

You know, protective... and nippy.

Do you think they put him down yet?

S-Stop doing this.

Did you notice that black SUV has been

behind us for a long time?

Don't worry, Ed. It's fine.

I know what I'm doing.

Hi. Could I interest you in some Girl Scout cookies?

Come on in.

Thank you.

- You're English. - I'm afraid so.

Did my son never tell you?

No, he didn't.

Well, sounds like him.

Wow.

Is this...

Is he my...

This is Samuel.

- He's just at a friend's house now... - Wow.

... but he'll be back. And, uh, when he's here, we'll go.

Hmm.

He'll be back soon.

Yeah.

I didn't quite know what to make of your email.

You could've been a crank or a kidnapper or something.

Technically, I suppose I am.

Yes, according to this.

Look, the reason that I'm bringing this to you...

And I'll be brutally honest,

most people in our society don't trust the news

unless it's feeding the narrative

they already want to hear.

But somehow you have managed to maintain your integrity.

You command respect.

So what are we talking about?

On this thumb drive is everything you need to know

about the people responsible for the assassination

of Senator Evers.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

This is a widespread conspiracy

to take over the United States of America.

Moreover, I can bring you a dead man

that you can resurrect on television

to expose it all: Edward Homm.

I only have one condition.

That this is presented on live television.

Think I have a few favors I can call in. What else?

Well, we have to get going.

Uh, and one more thing...

don't make me out to be a fool.

My reputation is all I have.

- See you later. - Yeah.

Oh, you're paying?

I haven't even ordered yet.

After all this time, I worried

that this was gonna be anticlimactic.

But honestly it feels better than I even imagined it.

I didn't kill anybody.

Hmm, no?

You just show up at crime scenes

at the same time people die?

Valence?

He jumped.

Your team?

They were shot, murdered.

Come on, you know I wasn't there.

You saw the video from the security feed.

Then how do you know they were shot?

What about Homm?

There's video of him getting into your car.

What? No answer? No excuse?

Murdering a government official is a federal crime.

And murdering someone who's part of the Justice Department,

- well, that's... - Homm's not dead.

Oh. Bullshit.

- He's not and I can prove it. - Stop it, Weir.

This is bullshit.

It's a distraction. He's just...

you know, muddying the waters or something.

Just look at my phone, okay?

I took a picture of him this morning.

I'm the only person who knows where he's at.

You want to talk to him, you need to listen to me.

Let's see it.

Yes, sir.

He stumbled across this conspiracy

during his investigation.

That's why they wanted him dead.

I got to him first, I saved his fucking life.

- He says Homm's still alive. - ... crazier than normal, Weir.

- Yes, sir. - Oh, come on, you've seen

some of the evidence, it's undeniable.

The connections. And there's more.

A ton more. And I will give it to you. I just need a favor.

No. No, this isn't you making a deal.

- This is you going down. - O-Okay.

I get it, okay, you wanted to arrest me for a long time,

congratulations, you win.

Okay?

But I know who you are. I know that you're a good cop.

I know that you're honest

and I know that you're not involved in this...

Yeah, yeah, this isn't the first time that we've danced, okay?

I know where this goes.

You'll lead me to some bullshit empty house

and then you'll take that opportunity to escape.

Goddammit! I am not playing games, okay?

You have me in custody.

I need to make a phone call to know that my family is safe.

Once I know that they're where they're supposed to be,

I'm in, I'll cooperate.

No deal.

- Why not? - You.

I don't trust you.

Fuck.

Where are we going?

Hang on a minute.

Got something I want to show you.

You see that up there?

All those people?

All those people, they believe in you.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God. - Yep.

Oh, shit!

Come on!

Have you lost your mind? Get in the fucking car.

Shit, it's him!

Turn around.

- I'm real! - You were just supposed

- to wave at them. - He's alive!

Unbelievable.

You were not supposed to jump out of the car.

- Wait, what... This is the plan? - This is the plan.

Back off. Yeah, that's him.

Zaius is never wrong.

He came to cheer on the protestors.

Ed's not dead! Ed's not dead!

It's all happening, people.

Ed's not dead! Ed's not dead!

Did you see that? That was... kind of amazing.

You see? I told you, Ed.

Let's go fuck 'em up.

We're gonna fuck 'em up!

- Yeah. We're gonna fuck 'em up. - Okay. Yeah.

- We're gonna fuck 'em up. Come on. - Fuck 'em up.

I smell bullshit on this Weir phone call ask.

If there's one thing I know about this guy,

it's whatever you think he's up to, he's up to something else.

It's probably a signal to alert his team

that he's been caught.

Well, he's not lying about this, though.

What do we got to lose?

Family could be useful as leverage.

Can you find out where they live?

Yeah, yeah, I can get that out of him.

I already know where they live.

Uh, I've been there.

Impressive, Madi.

Give me the address.

I'll send a team to bring them in.

Yes, sir.

_

So now, AP classes and test scores,

they're as out of fashion as...

shoulder pads.

But if you ask me, it's just exchanging one form

- of teenage stress for another. - Yeah.

Yeah, I see your point.

Um, perhaps you should call him again?

I'm not worried.

Well, see, I know you know

the kind of, um, business your-your former husband

was engaged in, and I don't want to alarm you,

but it-it never hurts to be a little extra cautious.

Okay...

Okay, let's call him.

Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message system.

At the tone, please record your message.

When you have finished recording...

We'll take my car.

I need to speak to Madi. Please.

Hands up. Get out of the car.

What do you want?

Where's Madi?

She sent me.

- Why? Where is she? - Family shit.

Her wife or daughter are always whining about something.

What do you want?

Same thing, family shit. I'd like to know mine's safe.

Yeah, the chief sent a team over to your wife's house

and they're bringing them in.

How's he know where she lives?

- Madi told him. - Madi's wrong, okay?

She only thinks she knows where my wife lives.

Right now, she sent your chief on a wild goose chase.

That's not where they are.

Oh, yeah?

So... where are they?

I thought you wanted to keep them safe.

Look, I can bring them in.

I can personally guarantee their safety,

you just got to give me their address.

You promise?

Yeah. Yeah.

Shake on it.

2352 Grosvenor Avenue. Yonkers.

Got it.

Oh, fuck.

Shake on it.

2352 Grosvenor Avenue. Yonkers.

Got it.

- Fuck. - Weir!

Come on, this way.

You're gonna have to rough it today, Chloe.

- But Mom... - Sorry.

There's Mac Cheezies on top of the fridge.

And no more calls, unless

it's an emergency. Uh, otherwise, text.

What the hell?

Jo Madi.

John Weir.

I'll skip right to it.

You've seen the files, so at this point you know

that Morello and half the FBI are involved in this.

Yes.

And now you realize that if you ignore the information,

you're on the wrong side of it.

Yes.

Which I'm hoping makes it impossible

for you not to take action against them.

Yes.

Well, it appears, Agent Madi, that we are actually on the same side.

You are correct and I'm not fucking happy about it.

I bet. So...

So, what's the fucking plan now, asshole?

Weir.

Come on, this way.

- What time is it? - 4:00 on the nose, we made it.

Thought the studio was uptown.

It is.

- Thank you. - I'll meet you up there, Weir.

Yeah. Let's go.

Madi?

What the hell's going on?

Internet media is ablaze

with alleged eyewitness sightings

of Treasury Investigator Edward Homm, previously thought

to be kidnapped and murdered a few weeks ago.

Long-time new media conspiracist Morgan Shaw

has been following these rumors for some time now

and has video of someone who appears to be Edward Homm

at a data privacy rally in Midtown.

But could this possibly be true?

Well, this journalist can confirm that Edward Homm

is indeed alive.

I can also confirm he will be here, in the studio,

for an exclusive interview at top of the hour.

You were always naive, Ben.

Oh, please.

Just put a bullet in my head.

You've won.

Dying a hero's death.

To save what?

This pathetic mess you call a country?

You know how fucked up it is.

We took a wrong turn.

A long, long time ago.

And now I'm in a position...

to fix it.

People need to have their decisions made for them.

And you know it. It's the only way...

to restore some fucking balance.

Balance?

You think I don't know what you're saying

when you talk about "balance"?

Of course I do.

It's time to bring the dogs to heel.

This country is not yours to take.

I already took it.

What was that?

What? What's going on?

The door.

What's going on? Hello?!

Fuck! Who are you?!

- It's almost time. You ready? - Hmm?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, a little nervous. Sweating a little, too.

But it's...

Hey. You're gonna be great.

Yeah.

Oh, my God, Ed, you got to see

these amazing suits they pulled for you.

You guys need to see something.

What?

DOJ.

Supposedly they have an injunction to stop the broadcast.

I sent a team from Legal to verify.

Bullshit. It's not real.

How do you know that?

Because there's no way they could get a judge

to sign off on it that fast.

Well, most of our security team is down there,

so they won't get by.

Maybe that's the point.

It's a distraction.

It's all in order.

You have five minutes to comply.

Five minutes? Where'd you come up with that?

I think we have the right to review this more properly.

Why don't you take a seat?

No. Everything's in order.

- Is it? - You see the stamp.

Is this even stamped properly?

It's stamped.

Five minutes is ridiculous.

We will review these documents in a timely fashion...

Come on.

Oh, shit.

Lock him up till the cops get here.

Nothing personal, boss.

It was just a job, okay? I just did it for the money.

Shouldn't take it so personally, you know?

- We want upstairs access now. - That's not gonna happen.

Forget it. Let's go.

Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?

- I'm sorry, but we can't let you pass. - Yeah? Did you read the injunction?

- I have read the injunction... - Yeah.

- And it's stamped by a judge. - I'm sorry,

- what lawyers are you? - Department of Justice.

- Don't touch me. - We just need a little time.

- FBI! FBI! - FBI, you're under arrest!

Hands on your head! Put your hands on your head!

Hands, hands! Let's see 'em!

Turn around!

These people are not DOJ.

On the ground!

Jesus, Madi, I hope you're right.

He's going down, Rasche. You'll see.

That his?

Let's see what we got.

Lock this up.

Prepare inputs.

Copy that.

- Link to databases. - Linking.

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- Index. - OPERATIVE 2: Indexing.

Hello?

Yes.

What?

Herpes.

Porn history and statutory arrest for soliciting.

But the one I see here,

where your father, the district judge,

managed to sweep it all under the rug...

Soliciting a minor? Very nasty.

Why would you take so many pictures?

Does your wife know?

I mean Jennifer.

Does Jennifer know?

I understand.

Five minutes. Let's get you to set.

Okay, thanks.

You are ready.

They're here.

Jess, your wife's on nine, says it's urgent.

Okay.

- Go get 'em, buddy. - Thank you.

Hey.

Okay, Ed, all you have to do is follow my lead.

We've already got the, uh, frame stores

of the leaders and financials all loaded in.

I'll set everything up and all you got to do is, um...

tell me what we're looking at. You good?

- I'm good. Thanks. - Good. Okay.

Got some water there.

- Thanks. - Okay.

- He's gonna be fine. - Yep.

One minute.

Who is this?

How do you know that?

How could you know that?

Please don't.

I'll do whatever you want.

Let's put up the graphics package.

Prepare to cut in. 30 seconds.

No, wait.

Don't cut in.

- Holding. - Why, what? What's happening?

Why are we stopping?

I'll be right back.

Jess? Why are we stopping?

What's going on?

He wants to talk to you.

I have your father and I have your wife.

Say hello, Ben.

Fuck you.

Any deviation from what I tell you to do,

I'll kill them.

There will be no broadcast, of course.

Understood?

Understood.

Good.

My father used to try and tell me

that the people you cared about the most

would be your greatest weakness.

If someone was coming after you, they'd be the way in.

You should've listened to your father.

Oh, that's not the first time I've heard that.

Well, now you've got him.

There's nothing I can do about it.

You've been waiting for this for a long time.

And I'm in no position to beg.

Or ask.

But I would be really grateful

if you would consider letting my ex-wife go.

She's not a part of this.

I'm not letting her go.

She obviously still means something to you

and that's the point.

She doesn't know anything.

What is your play here?

Wasting time?

For what, exactly?

It's over.

My wife left me because she was kidnapped.

By one of my competitors.

They threatened to kill her if I didn't do everything that they asked.

They even sent me part of her finger,

to make their point.

What the fuck is he saying? What's he on about?

So I had to hire a pro

to get her back, a real badass.

And it worked. I got her back.

But she never talked to me again.

None of this matters.

You may be right about that.

You see, 'cause the woman that you've got...

isn't my ex-wife.

She's the person I sent in to get her.

Fuck! Who are you?!

Your husband sent me.

- Let's go. - So good luck with that, motherfucker.

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

Clear!

What the blue, bloody fuck was that?

Yeah, sorry about that.

I suppose you kept me in the dark

because you felt up till now

you couldn't trust me, yes?

No, I was playing the narrative to the bitter end,

just like you taught me.

God...

Besides, you've got him now.

He's all yours.

John, that's the nicest thing...

anyone's ever done for me.

Well, that's kind of sad, Dad.

But you're welcome.

Oh, fuck.

Do you know I've spent the best part of my life...

watching you?

Chasing you.

Hiding from you.

I sacrificed my family.

My wife, my son.

A lot of the time, my sanity.

I wanted there to be some wonderful conclusion, you know?

The mother of all confrontations.

But fuck it, you can't even stand up.

Tell me something.

Did you, at any time,

have a nagging doubt that you might have been wrong?

No, of course not.

So, what's wrong with you, hmm?

How ill are you?

Maybe I should just let you die.

The only doubt...

that I ever had...

was about you.

Weir!

- Weir? - Don't worry about him now.

Let's get this going.

- Come on. - And we're in.

In five, four, three...

Many times in our nation's history,

we have heard pundits and politicians

speak of vast conspiracies to undermine the will of the people

and rule from the shadows.

Very few, if any, of these tales has ever

had evidence to back such claims.

Until now. Until tonight.

Joining me is Treasury Investigator Edward Homm,

who, until recently, was officially deceased.

But now sits in front of us alive and well

with an incredible story to tell.

Go ahead.

Uh...

Our team has accumulated enough evidence to bring

thousands of indictments and arrests against...

the richest and most powerful people in this country,

many... recognizable.

A far-reaching conspiracy

to control our lives while maintaining

the illusion of democracy.

But this about more than that.

This is about trust.

We-we place a lot of trust in institutions and politicians,

businesses or even a spouse.

A family.

Without thinking about whether or not

they have really earned it.

We log into social media sites,

shop online, run our genealogy,

vote for politicians... You surrender...

your information, pieces of yourself, to them.

You are trusting them.

Bunch of boring ones and zeroes. Just data.

But data that, in the wrong hands,

can be used against you.

We've-we've all known this is possible.

Right? Somewhere in our minds, we've always...

known, but, uh...

But still, we do it.

Because we don't really have a choice.

But now we have evidence

that proves that these powerful people and corporations use us.

Manipulate us.

And have long ago compromised our trust.

It's time for them to pay.

Ed is not dead.

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Weir.

Agent Madi.

Just so you know: I have enough evidence

to put you away for that Esper Ethicka job

you pulled at the steakhouse.

I'm sure you think you do.

Am I under arrest?

Not today.

I have to spend some time with my family.

God help me.

Tomorrow, then.

Tomorrow.

What the fuck was that?

What was what?

The look that Madi just gave you.

What are you talking about?

Hailey, I still know when you're lying.

I'm not lying.

I'm evading.

Okay, fine, when I met with Madi, I...

I made a deal. I saw an opening

to get closure with my old boss.

Oh, my God.

You had her arrest him instead of me.

He's a dirtbag.

And what about the money you stole?

As far as the FBI is concerned...

there was no money.

Wow.

You're not... mad about that, are you?

Nope. Not mad.

Just did not see that coming.

Okay, and...?

I'm a little nervous.

You're getting really fucking good at this.

I'm a work in progress.

Yes, you are.

And I suppose I don't...

I don't have a grandson, then?

No, Sam's mine.

He's been with his grandparents

- since things heated up. - Ah.

Hmm.

Who is this?

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