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Over there.

That's awesome.

Send some pics.

No rush.

You too. Bye.

How's Gemma?

Ah, she's good, but
that was Maggie.

Oh.

She's still in Ohio with Ella.

They're having fun, but she's
definitely ready to get back.

Yeah.

Hey. You guys FBI?

Yeah. I'm Agent Wallace.

This is Agent Zidan.
- Agent Herrera.

ISB. Thanks for coming.

We don't get a lot of
homicides in the park service.

OK. Where's our vic?

Down here.

Birdwatcher spotted him
this morning, called it in.

ID names him as Tim Baker, 42.

Lives in Queens.

He's a little ripe.

Do we have a time of death?

ME estimates between
three or four days ago.

Wallet and phone
were on the body.

Hey, we got a shell casing.

OK. We'll get it to ballistics.

What about surveillance?
Are there cameras nearby?

We got one at the entrance,
but it's down for maintenance.

What about that?

Trail cam.

There are several in
the area for wildlife.

You're welcome to check them.

OK.

All right, folks, eyes up.

We caught a homicide at the
Jamaican Wildlife Refuge.

Federal land, hence our handle.

Trail cams show our
victim, Tim Baker,

being chased by an unknown
male assailant three days ago.

Body is old, which
means so are our leads.

So let's get busy.

OK. So what's our theory?

Uh, well, perp brought them
to the refuge to kill him,

but Baker ran.

And this is the best
view of our attacker?

Yeah. No face from here.

Anything on ballistics?

No match, and no prints
or DNA on the duct tape.

All right.

Well, let's focus on
our victim, Tim Baker.

What do we know?
- Commercial truck driver.

Was reported missing by his
employer, Long Island Chemical.

Both he and the van
that he was driving

disappeared after leaving to
make a delivery three days ago.

All right. What else?

Well, he's single,
no criminal record.

What about his financials?

Bad credit, lots of debt.

All right, well, let's...
let's dig into that.

Maybe he owed someone other
than Visa and Mastercard.

Yeah, and in the meantime,
let's talk to his employer.

The guy was pushy.

He kept asking for a
raise, more overtime.

But nothing bad, you know?

We're all in shock here.

Well, let's talk about the
night that he went missing.

What was he hauling?

500 liters of a
pharmaceutical reagent

to our incinerator in Jersey.

Do you normally
burn your product?

No, that batch was contaminated.

It had high levels of
tropane, a toxic alkaloid.

Pushy guy, short on cash.

So you ever think
maybe he stole it?

Thought occurred to me.

Both the van and its
contents are valuable.

What kind of reagent are
we talking about here?

4-Piperidone.

All right, team, there
is a new motive in town.

People don't kill
for penicillin,

but they do for fentanyl.

And Tim Baker was transporting
500 liters of a key ingredient

used to make said drug

4-Piperidone.

Jordan, any idea
how much fentanyl

you can make with that?

Around 25 kilos.

Bad enough on its own,
but spiked with a toxin...

It's enough to kill the
entire state of New York.

I think I have something.

I've been scrubbing the area
where the van went missing.

I found a utility
pole cam nearby.

It's not the best view.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Eyes up.

It's a hijack.

So much for Tim being
involved in the theft.

The guy with the hoodie, he's
from the trail cam, right?

And he's got a friend.

Can we get facial rec
on either of these guys?

No, not from here.

All right, somebody run
the plates on that Sedan.

Yep, comes back to a
BMW reported stolen

in the Rockaways last week.

It has GPS.

Yep, this is it.

Clear.

Hood is cold.

Can I help you?

FBI.

Do you work here?

I own the place. Why?

Who parked this vehicle here?

One of my tenants.

He rented the garage
a few weeks ago.

Is he still here?

No.

This tenant have a name, yeah?

I didn't ask. He paid cash.

But I can give you the key.

Please.

It's a lab.

Next to a daycare.

Classy.

That's the load we saw
our victim carrying

when he got jacked.

Hey, OA, check this out.

Pill press.

Yup. And we got a pill.

"OC" for oxycodone.

Yup.

He cooked the fentanyl,
then disguised it

as a prescription drug.

Got a fingerprint.

Let's get ERT in here.

Yeah.

All right, bad news first

lab report is back.

Confirmed high
levels of tropane.

Means someone just cooked
a hot batch of fentanyl

and disguised it as oxycodone.

Good news... single fingerprint.

ERT recovered from the garage.

Gio Russo, 38, known member
of the Long Island Vandals,

biker gang out of New York.

Bad crew. I've dealt
with them before.

- Do we have an address?
- Afraid not.

Looks like Gio jumped
bail six months ago

on an attempted murder charge.

NYPD has been looking
for him ever since.

- Hey, Jubal.
- Yeah.

I just got a report
of multiple overdoses

at a nightclub in Manhattan.

Report is police
found oxycodone pills

on one of the victims.

Might be nothing, but...

Let's get over
there and find out.

Yeah.

We need to get in here.

Thank you.
- Thank you.

Excuse me! Excuse me!

My daughter is in there.

I tracked her phone.

She's not answering, and
they won't let me in.

Please.

Your girl, what's her name?

Emma, Emma Brandywine.

She has blonde hair, and she
was wearing a light blue dress

with little sparkles on it.

OK, wait here.

We'll let you know.
- Thank you.

How many?

Got five ODs, four dead.

They tried everything too...
Narcan, chest compressions.

Where are they?

They're upstairs.

I've seen a lot in my time,
but this is a lot, even for me.

They're all friends,
fresh from prom.

God, they're so young.

How about the survivor?

Where is she?

ICU.

Touch and go last I heard.

You got a name on this one?

Emma Brandywine.

Take a good look...
four teens dead.

Toxicology confirms the
presence of both tropane

and fentanyl in their system,
an exact match with the pills

we found in the lab,
which means whoever

stole those tainted
chemicals and murdered

Tim Baker is directly
responsible for their deaths

as well.

Follow the pills. Where
did our victims get them?

Who did they buy them from?

Elise, where are we
with the surveillance

video from inside the club?
- Nowhere.

The Wi-Fi was down.

What about the girls' phones?

Any leads there?

No mention of oxycodone or
drugs in any of their texts.

Somebody had to see something.

And keep scrubbing social media.

Kids these days
can't go 10 minutes

without posting something.

Just got the call from
Eastern Ridge Hospital.

The one girl who didn't die is
awake and in stable condition.

I'm sorry.

Everything about last
night is just so fuzzy.

That's OK.

Do you remember who gave
you the pills, though?

Um...

You're not in trouble.

We just want to make
sure what happened to you

doesn't happen to anyone else.

Yeah.

OK.

Um, we were dancing
and doing some shots.

And then Emma said that
she scored some oxy.

"Scored" meaning at the club?

Yeah, from some guy
she had just met.

What did he look like?

Uh, he was wearing a white
shirt with a red jacket.

He's Caucasian, I think.

Maybe Latino. I don't know.

OK, what about height,
hair color, eyes?

He had dark hair, I guess.

And he was my height.
So... so 5'9".

OK.

Thank you.

You did good.

You should talk to Emma, though.

She could probably
tell you more.

Emma, Emma, Emma!

That's Emma Brandywine.

Emma!

- Red jacket there.
- Yeah, freeze it.

Run facial rec...

What?

That's Joe Becerra's kid.

The name sounds familiar.

Yeah, former FBI
agent Jose Becerra.

We worked VCMO together
for five years,

and that is his son Nate.

He's my godson.

So this kid, Nate, I know
you're his godfather.

You guys still in touch?

Ah, not much.

Last few years,
just life, you know?

But he's a good kid... I
mean, for the most part.

What's that mean?

Well, maybe he's a little lost,

like a lot of young
people these days.

He's got some pretty
big shoes to fill.

His dad was a hell of an agent.

Yeah, I've heard the stories.

Yeah.

Well, they're all true.

I mean, he... he saved
my life, actually.

Hmm.

Saw this perp
drawing down on me.

He pushed him out of the
way and took a bullet

in his shoulder
for his troubles.

This guy's the real deal.

Hey, Joe.

Jubal, what the hell
are you doing here, man?

So good to see you.
- You too.

- Who's this?
- This is Agent Stuart Scola.

Yeah, we need to talk.
- About what?

About Nate.

What? Did something happen?

- Is he here?
- No.

Can we come inside
and talk to you?

- Yeah, of course.
- Great.

OK, so five kids
OD'd at a nightclub.

And what's this got
to do with Nate?

Well, witness said
Nate was the one

that sold them the drugs.

Who's the witness?

What are you talking about, Joe?

Come on, you know how this goes.

I can't start naming names here.

Oh, so it's like that. So
exactly why are you here?

Because we don't know how many

lethal pills are out there,
and we need to figure out

where they're coming from.

And right now, we
think Nate can help.

No, I get it.

But come on, you know Nate.

He's a good kid.

He's not some sort
of drug dealer.

Do you know where he is, Joe?

No.

He just comes and
goes these days.

But he does live here?

Yes.

All right, can you call him?

He lost his cell a few days
ago, ordered a new one.

Hasn't come in yet.

Do you mind if we, uh,
take a look around?

You want to search my house?

Four girls are already dead.

We don't have time to
get a search warrant.

Please.

Yeah, OK.

Help yourself.

You know where his room's at.

Thanks.

That was a great day.

Yeah.

It meant a lot that
you were there.

Of course.

You have another big
day coming up, right?

What is it, June 4th?

I just booked my
hotel and flight.

Yeah.

I still can't believe my
little girl is getting married.

Crazy.

How's Tyler?

Uh, he's OK.

Ups and downs, you know?

What's that?

It's just some pills.
It can be anything.

Yeah, except they
have "OC" on them,

just like the pills
that killed those girls.

Well, you give to me. I'll
dump them in the toilet.

What?

Jubal, it's me.

Just look the other way.

Pretend nothing happened,

like I did for you when you
were hitting the bottle.

Hey, I didn't see
anything upstairs.

Yeah.

Everything OK?

I'll... I'll catch up with you.

Yeah.

Joe,

I can't just pretend
that I didn't find them.

Sure you can.

Come on.

Give them to me.

I'm sorry.

All right, people,
what do we know?

The pills that you found
in Nate Becerra's room,

they're an exact
match to the ones

that killed Emma Brandywine
and her three friends.

So we know Nate's involved.

No, we do not know
that, not yet.

We know Nate was in
possession of those pills.

That's it.

Let's not jump to
any conclusions here.

All right, speaking of Nate,
do we know where he is?

Have we tried pinging his phone?

Yeah, I tried. No signal.

I'm guessing his father
was telling the truth.

Phone really was lost.

Well, what about credit
cards, debit cards?

Any recent activity?

Checking now, yeah, there
was a charge at a café.

Where?

Well, he's not here.

Can I help you?

Yes.

Um, have you seen this man?

That guy, he was just here.

Ordered a bagel.

You see where he went?

No, he hung out for a
while, then got in a car.

- What kind of car?
- Green.

- Make, model?
- It was an SUV.

OK, thank you.

Any luck tracking the vehicle?

Not yet.

Surveillance in
the area is poor.

All right, try further out.

No dice.

It's a popular color.

I can't narrow it down.

Jubal.

Yeah, check Jose Becerra's GPS.

He has a green Cherokee.

Yeah, he was there.

Look.

Stopped at the exact location
the witness saw Nate.

Where is that vehicle now?

Stationary, near the
Williamsburg Bridge.

Scola, be advised, we
have eyes on the Jeep.

Hey, put your hands up.

Out of the car.

Hey, put your guns down, please.

- Wait, what?
- Is he here?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. What's going on?

Where is he? Where's Nate?

- I don't know.
- Joe, stop lying to me.

Tell me what's going on.

OK, he called as
soon as you left,

from some stranger's phone.

I told him, stay put, and
I went to pick him up.

And I tried to convince
him to turn himself in,

but he freaked out,
and he took off.

Where? Where did he take off to?

He... he ran onto the
bridge a few minutes ago.

OK, go.

I'll catch up with you.

What were you thinking, man?

He's my kid, man. He's my kid!

And you got to know,
I'm going to do

everything I can to help him.
- Help him?

Really? Is that a
joke or something?

You had your chance.

I'm not talking about
burying evidence.

That is not an option.

Right, right, right.

Because you're a Boy
Scout now, right?

You don't cheat on your wife.
You don't drink anymore.

What I need to be
focused on right now

is finding out where
the hell these pills are

before they flood the streets.

He didn't know those
pills were hot.

He was just trying to get
some girls to like him.

I am going to do everything
I can to help him.

You've got my word.

Nate Becerra.

Hey, stop!

In pursuit.

Suspect's running east on
the Williamsburg Bridge.

Got it.

I'm at your three.

Move, move!

Nate!

Nate!

Stop right there
and turn around.

Put your hands behind your back.

A little word of
advice for next time

don't run.

Hey, Nate.

I... I'm not talking.

My dad said to
keep my mouth shut.

OK.

Nate, it's me.

I know.

He said not to talk to
anyone, including you.

Well, that is
definitely your choice.

But I got to say, I don't
think it's the right one.

I'm sure he told you
I found these pills

under your dresser, right?

OK, look, I'm going
to do everything

that I can to get
the powers-that-be

to go easy on you.

But in order for me to do that,

we need to show them
that you're remorseful,

that you're on our side, and
that... that you want to help us

get these deadly
pills off the streets

and prevent any more
people from dying

like these girls did.

That make sense?

All right, so did you sell
these girls the pills?

I didn't know they were hot.

I swear to God, I was just

we were hanging out,
dancing, having fun.

And they wanted to party,
so I gave them each a pill.

And I didn't even
sell it to them.

I just gave it away.

OK. Where did you get them from?

From a friend.

He gives me stuff to sell, a
few pills every now and then.

Just don't... don't
hate me, Jubal.

It's just a way to make money
until I find a real job.

Is this him?

No.

I've never seen him before.

OK, then who's your source?

What's his name?

Kevin Thomas, he
fronted Nate the pills.

And apparently he
made them as well.

Any idea if he's involved in
the murder of the truck driver?

Uh, no. We... we
could bring him in,

but he doesn't talk,
we're wasting time.

Yeah, we're going to
find the pills first,

then worry about
the murder later.

Question is, how?

Let's use Nate, put him in play.

He's a nickel-and-dimer.

You really think Thomas
is going to go for that?

I think it's worth a shot.

Hey.

Two years in prison?

Yeah, that's the best I
could do at this point.

That's a bunch of crap.

Joe, four girls are dead,
and Nate gave them the pills.

For God's sake, OK?

We're... we're lucky the
AUSA even took my call.

Lucky? Really?

Ask me, Nate's
doing you the favor,

helping you track
down the pills.

And the fact that he's
willing to cooperate

is the only reason I
got it down to two.

Let me see if I
got this straight.

For handing out a few
pills at a nightclub,

Nate has to wear a
wire, risk his life,

and if it goes well, he
still does two years?

That's where we're at right now.

But that does not
mean I'm not going

to go back and fight for less.

Nothing is set in stone,
not until we close the case.

What's important
right now is that

we show them that
Nate is remorseful

and he's willing to cooperate.

You know this.

I dealt with the Vandals.

I know how those maniacs roll.

Like I have been telling
you, Nate is not a criminal.

He's not tough.

Those bikers will eat him alive.

I'll make sure that
doesn't happen.

I promise.

Where the hell is
Kevin? He's late.

Ah, just a couple
minutes. We're good.

What if he asks about the ODs?

He won't.

He has no idea that
you were at that club

or that the pills are tainted.

You don't know that.

Nate, you got to
trust me here, OK?

I'm not going to let
anything happen to you.

How does he look?

Jumpy.

How jumpy?

1 to 10?

9.2.

Nate, remember, there are
FBI agents all around you

ready to help at any moment.

Just know they've
got you covered.

So focus on Kevin, OK?
- Yeah.

I've got eyes on Kevin
approaching from the north.

All right, buddy, he's
heading your way now.

Remember, I see what you see.

I hear what you hear.

So just relax, be yourself.

You got this.

- Nate.
- Kev.

What's up?

I got you a coffee.

So you're all out already?

Stuff was good. People
kept coming back.

Good. More chit-chat.

I want more.

How much?

As much as you can get.

No, I'm... I'm serious.

See, I... I got a friend.

He... rich dude.

He owns a pain clinic
down in Daytona Beach,

and he wants as much
as you can sell.

That's good. Keep going.

You get a cut?

Finder's fee.

10%, yeah?

Why are you so tense?

You... you're making me nervous.

Uh...

You look like you're
ready to puke.

No, no. I'm fine.

Just give me a break.

Hey. Look at me.

Look at me.

What's up?

Nate, admit you're scared.

You've never done
a deal this big.

For real?

I'm scared.

We're talking about
a lot of money here,

and I don't want to screw it up.

Relax. It's gonna be fine.

Great work.

So this guy, this doctor,

you know him pretty good?

Steve? Yeah, we're tight.

Friend of my dad, and
he's got a ton of money.

Well, the thing is, I
don't have the pills.

I... I already sold them.

But I know he's
looking for a buyer,

and he's still got
the whole batch, so...

What I'm saying is, if your
guy can take the whole thing,

then I bet he'd be
willing to sell.

All right, that's OK.
We can work with this.

Yeah, that would be amazing.

I'll reach out to him later
today and get back to you.

Nate

just so you know, your
buyer better be for real.

Because my friend,
he don't play,

not even a little.

If he even smells
something ain't right,

he'll put a bullet in your head.

Um, hi.

So Kevin Thomas just
reached out to Nate.

Deal is on an hour from now.

Where?

A bar in Queens
owned by the Vandals.

I'm going to get moving.
- OK, wait.

Jubal, are you sure
that you're up for this?

Me? Yeah, I'm fine.

It's like riding a bike.

Well, it's not the rust
that I'm worried about.

It's Nate.

I mean, you... you care about
this kid, and his father.

Yeah, I... I do.

But that just makes me
even more determined

to make sure this
goes down right.

Hmm, it's one thing to watch
from a surveillance van.

It's another to be up close.

Yeah, I'm aware.

I'm fine.

And my comms check?

Loud and clear.

Good feed on the button cam.

Where's SWAT?

Two locations...
vacant office across

the street and the south
side of the building,

ETA about 30 seconds.

Just say the code word.

Any sign of Gio?

No, but one of those choppers

is registered in his name.

You all right?

I just wish this was over.

I know.

Jubal, we got movement.

All right, here's your boy.

Let's do this.

- Kev, this is Steve.
- Family friend.

Yeah.

So your clinic...
Orlando, right?

Uh, Daytona, actually.

I got friends down there.

Oh, yeah? That's good to know.

So Dr. Steve,

let's see the cash.

Uh, well, I need to
see the pills first.

OK. Follow me.

- OK. Stay here.
- No, he's coming inside.

My boys want to talk to him too.

- Yeah.
- It's all good.

Yeah.

OK, keep your eyes
peeled for Gio,

but do not move until
you see the drugs.

That is the real target here.

Copy that.

Looks like Gio Russo.

Yes, pushing it to the JOC.

That's Gio, and
he's got a friend.

Can we get an ID?

Facial rec comes back
to Wade Burnett, 35,

another member of the Vandals.

Several priors... assault,
battery, narcotics.

Those are the carjackers.
Should we move?

No, no, no. You heard Isobel.

We wait for the pills.
That's our priority.

Jubal, be advised,
we have evidence

that these are the two
men who killed Tim Baker.

If you want us to
breach, just let us know.

The go-word is "baseball."

What's up?

Hey.

Wants to see the pills.

Thought your boy
here vouched for us.

Oh, yeah. No.

He... he definitely did,
but you know, it's my cash,

so I kind of need
to see the pills.

Well, I need to see the cash.

Right.

Well, um, it's real close by.

It's really not a problem.

I just need to put eyes
on what I'm purchasing.

Show him.

Great. Appreciate that.

Nice place.

Yeah.

What do you say? We got a deal?

- We good to roll?
- No.

As soon as Jubal and Nate
leave the bar with the pills,

we'll move.

Bravo Team, stand by.

Yes, sir. Why don't
you go grab the cash?

You know where it is.

No, the kid stays.

No, it's... it's right outside.

It's fine. I'll stay.

It's my house, my rules.

We'll go together.
I'll come right back.

I said, the kid stays!

Jubal.

Who's Jubal?

Look. No, hey...

Get on your knees.

OK, OK. Relax.

Everything's all
right. All right?

We're just trying
to make a deal here.

You're playing baseball.

- That's the signal.
- Bravo Team, move, move, move.

Get on your knees!

You got the wrong idea, man.

Kevin, get the
keys, take the cash.

Search him.

It's fine.

Yeah, Kevin, you
go get the cash.

It's in the trunk of the car.
- Kev, don't do this.

You got the wrong
idea here, buddy.

- He's holding.
- OK.

Yeah, of course,
I'm holding. Relax.

They're cops!

Go, go!

FBI!

FBI!

Hey!

Drop your weapon!

Shooter, we got
eyes. We got eyes.

Drop it, now!

Hell no!

Get back or I'll shoot!

I said, get back!

OK.

I'll kill him!

It's your last chance!

Do what he says!
Stand down, now!

OK.

Please.

We have two hostages...

Nate Becerra and Agent
Valentine behind the bar.

Status is unknown.

Is Jubal still wired?

Yeah, but his camera's
out, so we're audio only.

Let's keep the
snipers in position.

There's low visibility
through the windows,

but maybe they can get an
angle through the door.

- Sir, sir, sir.
- Who's this guy?

Stay right here. Sir.

He's OK.

Agent Becerra, you
can't be here right now.

A friend just called,
said Nate's inside.

He was taken hostage with Jubal.

What happened?

Sir, I'm sorry. You
can't be on the scene.

I'm FBI.

I used to be a
negotiator. I can help.

Thank you, Agent
Becerra, but we got this.

My kid is inside.

Come on, I can help.

Please.
- OK, OK.

Let's get him to
the situation tent.

We'll brief him there.

It's Jubal.

Jubal.

Guess again.

Who's in charge out there?

I am. My name is Omar Zidan.

I'm with the FBI.

We have you surrounded, Gio.

You need to come out
with your hands up.

I want the power back on!

Then you need to
give us a hostage.

I'm not done!

I also want a car.

Easy, man. Think this through.

No, let's not! Let's
not think this through.

All right?

You got 10 minutes
before they're both dead!

Gio, listen.

Look, Gio.

I can help you.

I'm an... I'm an FBI agent.

Shut up.

I'm just saying, you
do not need to spend

the rest of your life in jail.

Stop talking!

Let the kid go.
You don't need him.

You can use me.

Not another word!

OK, Gio.

You win. You get the car.

- When?
- Right now.

Take a look at your screen.

Tank's full too.

Good.

That's good, isn't it?

Yeah.

Get up on your feet.

Both of you, get
up on your feet.

Turn around.

Start walking slowly.

What's the plan here, Gio?

We're going for a ride.

Now, shut up.
- OK.

When you have the shot, take it.

Copy that.

Hold on. I've got movement.

Stop him!

Hey, hey! Let my kid go.

- Stop, get back!
- No, what are you doing?

- Take me instead!
- I'll shoot him, I swear.

- No, you need to get back.
- Come on!

Dad!

No!

Your weapon.

You hurt?

Yeah, help him.

We need a medic, now!

Come on.

Hey, Joe.

How is he? How's Nate?

He's out of surgery.

He's going to make it.

Thank God.

There's some tissue damage,
but the doctor says he's young.

It'll heal.

OK.

That's... that is
great news, man.

Hey.

You're crazy.

You know that?

I did what I had to do.

Yeah.

So now what?

I already talked to the...
the U.S. Attorney's Office.

And I told them what an
amazing job Nate did,

and I told them we
recovered the pills.

And we'll see.

I'm going to do everything I can

to make sure Nate
gets a good deal.

Let me tell you something.

You had your chance to
help, to really help.

But you didn't.

All you had to do was
give me those pills,

and none of this
would have happened.

Yeah, I know that.

But I... I just...

I couldn't do that.

I have an obligation to the FBI.

You had an obligation
to me, your friend.

I saved your career, your life.

And you couldn't flush ten
pills down the damn toilet.

I don't know what you
want me to say, man.

Don't make this into something
it doesn't have to be.

Oh, you're blaming me?

No, you did this.

You, not me.

We're done.

Come on, Joe.

Don't say that, man.

After everything
we've been through?

I mean, you're like
a brother to me...

You screwed me!

You could have helped
me, but you screwed me.

And you screwed over my kid.

And that I will never forgive.

I don't want to see you
at my daughter's wedding.

Because you and
me, we're through.