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- I'm D.J. - I'm smitten.

So how about you and I have a proper catch-up?

Maybe some lunch, coffee?

But it's good to know you were looking.

Do you drink coffee?

Tomorrow, we should grab a cup.

It's a date.

No, it's coffee.

You guys, uh, came together?

We were having coffee.

You said Carter gets coffee with everyone.

Got big-brother energy.

Big brothers got to date, too, right?

See ya.

I've been dealing with some heart issues recently,

but it's no big deal. I'm just trying to clean up my act.

How broken is it?

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

I've got it under control.

Tío?

He's awake.

Healthcare is not a privilege, it's a right.

Now, folks love to say this is the greatest country in the world.

Then how about we start acting like it?

My Healthcare for All bill delivers

on the promise of the American experiment.

Congressman, proponents of your bill say it doesn't do enough,

while opponents say it will only drive up costs.

But you know what they're not saying?

They're not saying that I'm wrong, are they?

Thank you. Thank you.

Details for the bill can be found

on the congressman's website. Thank you very much.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

All right.

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U.S. Congressman Damien Roberts

was the target of a car bomb attack

outside of Ward AME Church this morning.

Roberts narrowly escaped injury.

However, his driver was rushed to a nearby hospital...

...and remains in stable condition.

Hey, Daddy, everything okay?

No. Someone tried to kill Damien Roberts.

My Damien?

Your Damien?

I donated, door knocked, and voted for him three times.

How's he yours?

Back when I was in D.C., I took a group of kids

to visit his congressional office.

He was mad inspiring.

Charismatic. Easy on the eyes.

I'm glad he's okay.

He's the boldest progressive in Congress.

No wonder someone tried to kill him.

You know, politics is a dangerous game.

Getting more dangerous every day.

Dressed to slay!

You got a hot date with Antoinette tonight?

No. I wish.

I never asked her out.

It turns out she's dating Carter.

Who told you that?

No one. I figured it out on my own.

What?

I-I'm good at reading people.

Let me guess. You worked up a profile, didn't you?

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, good Lord.

Brendon, in this particular case,

don't act like Laura.

Be more like me.

Okay. Um, what would you do?

I'm glad you asked.

Uh, what...

Hey, Carter. You and Antoinette hooking up or what?

- Really? - What are... What are you doing?

I'm just asking.

I'm sorry. What?

Why in the world would you think that

and then shout it across the bullpen?

B worked up a profile. Tell him.

Um... look, I-I-I know.

I mean, I-I've seen you guys together with the intimate talks

and the coffee dates. I-I-I know.

Not that it's any of your business, probie,

but she's been helping my son with his French homework.

- Say what? - Oh!

So you guys are just friends, right?

- Of course. - What?

Dating a colleague is completely unprofessional.

Uh...

Oh, my God. How did I get it so wrong?

I mean, I saw, like, legit flashing red signs.

Well, they're all green now.

- You got this, B. - All right.

Did someone just call out my name?

Uh, yeah, it was Simone.

- Does she need me? - No, no, no. No.

Um... I do.

What's up?

Listen...

Are you free on Saturday night?

Why?

My friend just opened a restaurant downtown.

I could get us the chef's table. It could... could be... fun.

Are you asking me out on a date?

Are you figuring out a way to let me down easy?

No.

I'm just wondering what took you so long.

Hey.

Well?

Okay. What is going on over here?

Oh, it's not my tea to spill. B?

Well, the tea's still brewing.

I-I think I'll wait till it's, you know, hot.

Hey, look who's back.

- Hey! - Hey!

Too soon, in my opinion.

I agree. You had emergency heart surgery.

You should be off at least another week.

Simone, please. We have work to do.

Tío, remember, ease yourself back in.

You promised me you'd implement a relaxed approach from now on.

I know. I know. But that was this morning.

So as you've all probably already heard,

Congressman Damien Roberts was almost killed in a car bombing.

I just received a call from HQ saying that the congressman

is gonna need a protection detail until he returns to D.C.,

and he is specifically requested that our team do the honors.

He requested us?

But since when did we become babysitters?

Hey, Laura, if our work is getting noticed in D.C.,

that's a good thing, right?

Now, I've already contacted his office for a list of people

who may have posed threats against him.

Carter, you and Simone are on 24-hour watch

over the congressman until he leaves tomorrow, okay?

Laura, Brendon, you take point on this bombing.

You find the bomber, you eliminate that threat.

Got it.

And what are you going to be doing?

I will be drinking a green juice,

followed by 10 minutes of guided meditation.

Antoinette. Hi.

Just checking to see if you have the bomb fragments already.

Just logging them in.

Going to take some time to analyze, but these parts look rudimentary.

Possibly the work of an amateur.

Great minds.

For instance, this is part of a cheap radio-controlled receiver.

It must have been on the same frequency as the driver's key fob,

which is why it detonated the bomb.

So I'll attempt to source the components

and search for prints, biologicals.

Text you if anything pops.

Sounds good.

- Thank you. - Mm.

So that's the tea.

Hmm?

All of the FBI units in L.A.,

and the congressman requests our team.

Don't you find that strange?

I find it strange?

You're just selling us short.

I mean, for a new team that includes two rookie agents,

we've been kicking ass and taking names.

Probably did his homework.

Yeah.

What are you doing, and where the hell did you get that perfume?

I keep a beauty go-bag in the glove compartment

in case I ever need a little refresh.

Do I have to remind you this is a job, not a date?

You're damn right it's not a date.

I wouldn't give him the satis...

Is there something you need to disclose?

Don't tell me you know the congressman socially.

Let me remind you, lying is the number-one sin in the FBI.

Okay.

Well, then, yeah, kinda sorta.

How "kinda sorta?"

We hooked up once or twice.

Okay. Actually, two dozen times when I lived in D.C.

The man ain't lying when he says he supports feminism

'cause it was crazy sexual equality...

All right, enough. Sorry I asked.

But I do need to know if anything's still going on.

I haven't spoken to him in over a year, Carter.

But you know how it is when you see your ex-piece.

They need to know what they missing.

I suppose it's not exactly a conflict of interest,

but still a cause for concern.

You need to be professional, Simone.

When am I not?

This morning was terrifying, almost deadly,

but not as deadly as millions of Americans

without adequate health insurance.

And that's why I'm not gonna let anyone scare me off my message.

The risk is worth it. But that's me.

It doesn't have to be you.

Folks, your safety is everything to me.

So if anyone feels

uncomfortable working here right now,

it's okay to leave. I understand.

We're not going anywhere, Damien. Right?

Thank you. Thank you.

Okay, then. Back to work.

We have to sell the congressman's bill

to the country before it goes into committee.

Feds, I presume.

Special Agent Carter Hope, Congressman.

Please, please call me Damien.

And this is Emma Taylor, my chief of staff.

- Hello. - Hi.

And who might you be?

Cut the act, Damien. I already disclosed our little history.

Ah. I told Emma, too.

Our unit is already exploring the bombing.

We'll have a team sweep your home and this office

for surveillance devices.

Carter and I will drive you to all your events,

and we will guard you in public places.

Stay close and do as you're told.

We'll need to see your schedule.

Oh, here. I'll give you a copy.

Thank you, Emma.

Do as I'm told?

I almost forgot how feisty you can be.

Forget nothing.

Not a day goes by you don't think on all of this.

I admit nothing.

Except for the fact that you've already made

a reputation for saving the day.

Something going on?

Absolutely nothing.

What's on the agenda?

Uh, next up, the congressman has an event

at St. Stephen's Hospital.

The healthcare leadership speech.

Yeah, we're gonna need specifics...

Who organized it? Who was invited? Is any security in place?

Settle down, people.

So, after sifting through threats

from the online bots, trolls, and foreign disinformation campaigns,

there are four credible bombing subjects in the Los Angeles area...

Oswald Largent, a doomsday prepper

and anti-government conspiracy theorist,

Teddy Booker, who has ties

to the far-right militant group The Citizen's Freedom Movement,

and Becky-Lynn Douglas and Melanie White,

both radical conservative influencers

who have posted threats against Congressman Roberts.

Now, they all have means and access.

Well, Becky-Lynn certainly has the motivation to do it.

All right, get out of my way. Get out of my way. I got this.

Now, my initial profiles are the women

are suburban armchair pundits, all bluster, no muster.

And the doomsday prepper,

he barely gets out in the sunlight.

But then there is Booker. Now, he could be our unsub.

What makes you say that?

His word choice.

He's detailed, articulate, educated,

which makes what he says all the more frightening.

He believes every word of his threats.

And has quite the rap sheet... Assaults,

illegal firearm charges.

Okay, go talk to him. See what you can shake out.

But be careful. Tac up.

Yeah.

FBI!

Uh... you got a warrant?

No, but we can come back with one and 15 more agents.

Might make a bit of a mess.

Or we can have a quick chat now.

Fine. Let me put on some pants.

Hey, stop!

You go. I'll try to head him off.

- Where'd he go? - Did he pass you?

No.

There's a lot of guns and ammo, but no bomb making material.

Well, maybe he keeps his explosives somewhere else.

Oh, and check out his writings.

This guy goes way beyond obsessing

over harming the congressman.

He's also very into cosplay.

Hmm?

Ah. A man of many faces.

And identities, yeah.

Oh, look.

Fake I.D. to St. Stephen Hospital.

The congressman has an event there. We should go.

Your revised talking points.

Healthcare as a human right, check,

broken system, prescription drugs. This is still too generic.

Where's my Aunt Winnie May's cancer story?

Oh, I love that story.

Especially how she made wigs

for all the chemo patients at her clinic.

I put your aunt's story right at the end.

It's heartwarming, Damien. You should open with it.

Agree. I'll launch with Winnie May.

How would you like to close?

Personal and immediate.

My driver is recovering at this very hospital

from a car bomb intended for me.

I'm gonna tell Tony's story and how I'm paying

his medical costs his insurance doesn't cover.

Then I will close with inspiring people

to imagine a world with single-pay healthcare.

Laura, you're on speaker with Simone,

the congressman, and his chief of staff.

We may have identified our unsub.

Teddy Booker.

Sending his photo now.

You recognize him?

- No. - Not at all.

Oh, it makes sense. He wears disguises.

We found racks full of costumes

and a fake I.D. to St. Stephen's Hospital.

He... He may show up.

We have to cancel this appearance. It's too high-risk.

My whole career is high risk.

I've managed crackpots the day I announced my candidacy.

I get that, but our job is to protect you, sir.

And my job is to lead and inspire.

You do yours, I'll do mine.

Damien, be reasonable.

I will not be deterred by hate.

Okay, but we're not leaving your side.

We're on our way. And we'll call for more backup.

See?

This right here is why I broke up with you.

Excuse me?

You don't listen. You're stubborn.

I see you study revisionist history.

I broke up with you.

Uh, boo, you may recall our fight

at The Capital Grille when you laid out your terms

and I refused them because no one dictates my life.

Except me, who can fire you for any reason.

Now, we have a credible threat.

Are you willing to comport yourself or not?

Yes, sir.

Because I'm not the one who got dumped.

- What the hell? - What is it?

My old agent just wrote, "Hope you're doing okay,"

and my dad said, "Any publicity is good publicity."

What the hell's going on?

I don't know, and I don't care.

Right now, neither do you. Put your phone away.

Oh, right, sorry.

Not because the patients she treated didn't make it, no.

Okay. What are we looking for?

All right, we always start with the three A's...

Assess, aim, adapt.

What ate at her were the patients she didn't get to treat

because they lacked health insurance.

First, we assess the location.

- Three entries, three exits. - Mm-hmm.

Was my mama alone in this, or does it break your hearts, too?

And aim?

Minimize the congressman's exposure.

That's why we placed him at the north side of the lobby

so we can see all the exits.

- Very good. - And adapt?

Be ready for it all to go to hell.

...in a modern society... in a moral society.

Gun!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Everyone, get down!

Get down!

Come on. Stay close. I have Damien.

I'm taking him to the secured location.

Is all this necessary?

That's what you say to me after I just saved your ass?

Technically, Carter did most of the saving.

Wow. Unbelievable.

Unh-unh. Move and you're dead.

Looks like you're coming with us, sweetheart.

Simone, we got Booker in custody.

You can come out of the secured room.

Simone?

Does anybody have eyes on Simone?

Okay, get into the van. Come on!

Damien, remember when we used to go to the Rosebar in D.C.?

What did I always tell you when we danced?

Follow your lead.

Both of you, shut up!

This is Simone Clark.

We got two down in the boiler room.

The congressman is secure.

That was a pretty bold scheme

you and your boys tried to pull off, Mr. Booker.

Arresting a few patriots is not gonna stop the revolution.

The Great Reset - will take this nation by storm.

Great Reset. Huh. Okay.

How about kidnapping Congressman Roberts, huh?

Is that part of the Great Reset?

It was only the beginning.

Wasn't the beginning planting that bomb

on the congressman's vehicle this morning?

You think that was us?

The Citizen's Freedom Movement had nothing to do with that.

We're supposed to just take your word for it, right?

- Is that it? - Our plan was to film him

recanting his radical socialist agenda.

Kill him?

Please.

He's worth much more to the revolution alive.

Okay, what is going on? Is there an emergency?

Yes. Well, no. Kind of.

You know my ex-girlfriend, Heather Jacobs?

- The model? - Yeah.

So apparently, she wrote a memoir.

She dropped a couple of chapters online.

Mm. I take it you don't come off well.

Uh, no.

She wrote that I'm a narcissistic serial dater

who's deathly afraid of being alone,

oh, and... and needs constant validation in order to breathe.

- What? That's not funny. - Sorry. No, not funny.

No, I... Just... I don't like my personal business

being blasted out around the world.

You know, people here just stopped... Hey...

Talking about "Vampire Cop."

I just... You know, I don't like the office...

- Would you relax? - What?

No one here even remotely cares about your personal life.

Hey, hey, hey, Elena.

You read it? Oh, God. Is it bad?

- Have you read the comments? - No.

Don't. But it's okay. We'll fix this.

We'll file a libel suit against Heather,

a cease and desist for the publisher,

run a social media campaign against the allegations.

No, no, no, you can't do that.

- Why not? - Because it's all true.

Okay.

If you're worried about Antoinette, don't be.

I'm... I'm... - I'm sure she didn't read it.

She is way above all the office gossip.

Right. Oh, hey.

- Oh, God. - Unless she's not.

You all right?

Ooh, I think I tweaked my damn knee kicking that guy.

You don't get that kind of action on Capitol Hill, huh?

Oh, no, not like that.

You put yourself between me and a shooter.

That's the job, boo.

And you're worth it.

We may have a problem.

Mr. Booker denies being involved with the bombing.

Well, he must be lying, right?

Possibly. There are some inconsistencies.

One of the members of The Citizen's Freedom Movement

served in the Army, has extensive munitions experience.

But the bomb was the work of an amateur.

So either they did it on purpose to confuse us

or there is someone else behind this.

And until we know for sure and can completely

rule them out, we need to stay vigilant.

Congressman, we had your house swept again,

and we strongly suggest you stay there

until we can root out a viable suspect.

Oh, for goodness' sakes, listen to them.

All right, fine. I'll cancel the rest of my day.

But tomorrow is a different story.

My rally could make or break the next election cycle.

Okay, well, then we'll enhance your security detail

- for the event. - Good.

As for now, Simone and I will stand watch.

I'll go with you now and take the first shift.

Simone, relieve me at 9:00 p.m.

Oh, wait a minute, though. Why do I have to work graveyard?

I mean, you want to rock, paper, scissors for it?

Oh. 9:00 p.m. sharp.

Shall we, Congressman?

Hey. Hot date tonight?

No, I'm just getting ready for work,

and I want to look my best.

And I'm trying to decide between

what's doing too much and what's just right.

Uh-huh. And what kind of work does the FBI have you doing now?

I'm on protective detail for Congressman Roberts

until he leaves town.

Oh, so you trying to capture more than a criminal

this evening?

Daddy, I have a confession.

I didn't just meet Damien in D.C.

We actually dated for a little bit.

How did you keep that a secret?

Well, because it didn't work out.

And 'cause I'm over him.

Well, not according to that outfit.

Oh, and just so you know,

I'm rooting for you.

Bam.

Special Agent Simone Clark reporting for graveyard duty.

Seriously?

That's how you dress to sit in a car on lookout?

What are you thinking?

That being cute has never held me back.

Simone, look me in my eyes.

You gonna keep it professional?

Of course, Carter.

Good night.

Wow. Uh, you look nice.

Thank you.

I just wanted to let you know that I was here,

and I'll be out front,

and give me a call if there's any sign of trouble.

Will do. Appreciate it.

Hey, are you hungry?

I, uh, had the Dungeness crab and garlic noodles

delivered from Crustacean.

You did not.

Pricy. And my favorite.

See, I see what you did there.

You know what? No, thank you. Right?

I am here to keep you alive, not have dinner.

But technically... technically, it would be easier

to guard your body if I was inside

where your body actually is.

I've got something.

Remember the radio-control switch

- that detonated the bomb? - Yeah.

I found a partial serial number and was able to source it.

Made by A.R.A. Industries, model number BY-2990.

It's quite a common device used for dozens

of completely innocent, non-bomb-related applications.

Well, there could be tens of thousands of people on this,

but, um, one of them could be our bomber,

so I'll have the eggheads check it out. Nice work. Thanks.

Hey, uh, you, uh... you okay?

Oh, okay.

Um, you read the excerpt from my ex-girlfriend's book.

Got it. Um...

Look, I'm... I'm not that guy anymore.

I believe you.

It's just a reminder you're still famous.

No, I-I'm not chasing that anymore.

Yet it's still following you.

I left Paris because my father is a giant in the wine industry,

and my mother was a model.

There were eyes on me the moment I was born.

I literally crossed an ocean to get away from all that.

- I understand that. - I like you, Brendon.

I'd just be more comfortable if we remained friends.

I'm sorry.

Mmm.

Let me tell you something.

I thought dating in my 20s was rough.

Lately, my love life has just taken a back seat to my career.

Same.

That's why they say at our age,

we should date someone we already know.

Is that what they say?

Yes, that getting acquainted phase can, you know,

waste precious time with the wrong person.

Mm.

I gotta admit,

when you ended things with me, I was a little shook.

Whoa, whoa. Can, uh...

Can you speak into the Mic, Congressman?

Did you just finally admit

that I was the one who broke up with you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's just

I'm just so used to doing everything on my own terms.

It's... It's a hard habit to break,

and I'm trying to evolve,

to be open to someone else taking the lead.

It's just...

It's just a hard thing for me to do.

I think I better get back to my post.

Outside.

Thanks for dinner.

Listen, I know your job is to protect me,

but how can I in good conscience

send a woman I care about into potential danger?

Well, it's not your choice, boo.

And besides, we both know I can handle myself.

Good night, Damien.

Night.

Morning.

- Hey. - You're here early.

So, warrants were executed

at the other two kidnappers' residences.

They found an arsenal of weapons,

but no bomb-making material.

Hm. Oh, uh, speaking of, the radio-control switch

that Antoinette sourced?

The techies compiled a list of all the consumers

who used a credit card to purchase one.

Neither Booker nor any of his boys were on it,

so unless they were smart enough to use cash...

I doubt it. These guys are morons.

Here, look.

They videotaped themselves planning the entire kidnapping.

Oh. Look at this police stuff, right? Like, authentic.

- Hey, Brendon? - Yeah.

Boss wants to see you in this office.

- Oh. Just me? - Yeah.

- That can't be good. - Usually, no.

- Okay. - Good luck.

Yep.

Hey, boss. Uh, look, about that tell-all book...

I don't give a crap about that. Shut the door and sit down.

What's up?

A little birdie told me you asked Antoinette out.

- A little birdie, huh? - Yeah.

Elena?

When I was a probie,

I was stationed in Tampa with a fellow trainee.

Her name was Candace.

She was a markswoman,

as smart as she was deadly, and I was a goner, Brendon.

I was smitten.

Wow. So... So what happened?

She became my first ex-wife.

Oh.

After the divorce, we had to continue working together

in the same field office for a year.

- Awkward. - As hell.

- Yeah. - So, word of advice...

Think hard before you jump into an office romance.

No, it's a... It's a moot point.

Antoinette, she... She turned me down.

Well, trust me, that's probably the best thing

that could have ever happened to you.

- Totally. - Yeah.

All right, that's it. You can go.

Hey, uh, Candace... I mean, it obviously,

you know, ended badly, but, uh, when it was good?

It was... magic.

Oh, hey, good morning. Get some sleep?

Of course not. I'm on duty.

Yeah. Duty, huh? Could have fooled me.

Except for that little break we took last night.

But it still shouldn't have happened.

Yeah, but it did.

And you know what?

I can get used to this.

Maybe a couple brushes with death

can make a man appreciate the finer things.

Okay. Mm. Mm. Mm. Okay, okay.

Enough of that.

Go get your fine ass dressed.

Go on. Shoo, fly, shoo.

Boss, you need to see this.

One of the congressman's attempted kidnappers

did some recon at the site of his first speech.

Got it all on video.

Oh, can we see them plant the bomb?

Yeah. Just watch.

I almost missed it the first time,

but watch when he pans.

So they're not the bombers.

No. He is.

Okay, Brendon, put out a BOLO

and check all surveillance cameras in the area.

We might get lucky.

Laura, go update Carter and Simone.

Yeah.

Our unsub is still at large.

Good morning, Emma.

Good morning.

And how are you this morning?

Simone is in the house with me and not outside in the car

because we were going over the day's schedule.

If you were wondering.

I wasn't. But okay.

Get down!

Three assassination attempts in two days.

Damien, we're canceling the rest of the L.A. itinerary.

Why don't the two of you come back to our field office

until your flight back to D.C. tonight?

Yeah. It's gonna be the safest place for you right now.

Damien, you go. I'll head back to the office.

I don't want this stealing focus from your healthcare initiative.

- Appreciate you. - We'll get through this.

We need to get you to safety.

Simone.

Just curious... When the shooting happened,

why were you in the congressman's house?

Coffee. Do you really need to know anything else?

No.

But can't say the same for Carter.

He's waiting for you back in the office.

Hey, Antoinette. Hey.

So I-I-I thought a lot about our conversation,

- and I respect your decision. - Thank you.

Will you answer these two questions?

- Excuse me? - Just two questions.

Come on. Humor me.

- Hey, Bob. - Hey.

So, one, do you like spending time with me?

Yes.

Okay. Yes. There you go. Amazing.

And, two, will you regret it

if you don't at least try to give us a chance?

You know what? You don't have to answer.

Just take your time. Think about it.

It's a blank screen.

I am being bombarded by messages.

Is there a space where I can return some e-mails, calls?

Uh, the fishbowl is open.

All right. Thanks.

Mm.

He is fronting like he's brave, but inside, that man is rattled.

You determine that when you were in his house this morning,

bonding over your coffee?

Would you like me to tell you what happened, Carter?

I already know.

What if the killer came back last night

and caught you with your guard and pants down?

At best, you've embarrassed the Bureau.

At worst, you're both dead.

You're right.

You got lucky.

Think about it, though, Carter.

W-W-Was it luck?

I mean, I was alone with Damien last night.

The unsub could have come at any time.

But he waited for the sun to rise?

- Why? - Our unsub isn't a pro.

Remember, the bomb was basic,

and shooting at a target through a window from a car

is a terrible idea, tactically speaking.

No. But it seems like we're missing something.

I'm protecting him last night,

but they don't show up to attack until after Emma gets there?

Shots rang out when she was there,

and the bomb was in a car she was about to get into.

Damien has had so many death threats against him

that if an unsub killed him and Emma was with him,

people would just assume she was collateral damage.

And no one would look into who would want her dead.

- Damn. - Hold up, hold up, hold up.

There is no way this is about Emma.

How much do you know about her? I mean her personal life.

I-I-Is she going through a bad breakup,

having a problem with her family,

- her... her finances? - No.

But, you know, there was this one thing, about a year ago.

She was driving home from a fundraiser.

It was late, and she accidentally hit a young man

running across Sunset.

He was only 19 years old. He wasn't in a crosswalk.

- He died at the scene. - Hit and run?

No. She called the police immediately.

There were witnesses that backed her story,

and the police report said that she was

- completely sober. - Were charges filed?

No. It was a tragic accident.

But, you know, a couple months ago, the boy's father,

he launched a civil suit against her,

but a judge dismissed it.

Carter, this is the kind of thing

a-a-a grieving father would do.

I mean, he's hurt. He's vengeful.

You know his name?

The father? No idea.

But the boy, I believe it was, um, Connor.

Connor Morgan.

We've got a list of over 10,000 people

who purchased a part that was used in the bomb.

Call Emma right now.

And there's one Morgan... Ian Morgan.

- Could be him. - Went straight to voicemail.

- Let's go. - I'm coming.

- You stay here. - I'm coming.

No, you're not.

Carter, that's him.

He's got a gun!

You're... You're Connor's father.

- I'm sorry. - FBI!

- Mr. Morgan, drop your weapon! - No.

We know what happened with your son.

It was an accident.

Ran him over like a dog and then tried to cover it up.

That's not what happened.

Please. Please.

It wasn't supposed to go down like this!

I had to be clever.

I had to be clever, had to be clever

and kill her when she's with the congressman.

And nobody would suspect that.

Losing a child is the most painful thing

a person can feel.

You're broken.

Don't do this.

I just wanted to... To get away with it

like she got away with killing my son.

Look at me.

Connor loved you.

I'm a coward.

Don't you dare dishonor his memory.

Simone. Simone.

Were you just gonna leave without saying goodbye?

It's not like that.

I mean, you're busy and your people need you.

Yeah, but what if I need you?

Let's, uh... Let's give it another chance.

Look, I know I'm mostly at the Capitol,

but I'm often here amongst my constituents.

Or better yet, you can put in a transfer to D.C. I can...

Like I should upend my life to make time for yours?

I don't think so.

You know why this would never work?

Because after raising my babies

and putting myself last for years,

I finally get to be the sun.

You're right.

Well, has the Internet stopped dragging you?

Oh, please. I'm too afraid to look.

You should be.

There are some pretty harsh memes popping up on social media

and #VampireCopSucks is trending.

Oh, nice.

Oh, just give it two weeks and the trolls will,

you know, focus on something even more meaningless.

Meaningless? I mean, this blew my chance with Antoinette.

- It's not meaningless. - Okay, so don't look now,

but Antoinette is over there chatting it up with Clancy.

- Ooh. - Yeah. Clancy.

Don't you find that a bit odd?

- Yes. Yes, Yes. - Who's Clancy?

Everyone knows you don't make eye contact with Clancy

unless you want a 15-minute conversation about his cats.

- Oy. - And nobody wants that.

No.

- Ooh. Yeah. - Oh.

Well, now if that is not a look of,

"Ooh, I'm still interested," I don't know what is.

Special Agent Acres, is this going to be a problem?

No, sir.

Go make sure it ain't.

Hey, I gotta talk to Antoinette about a case.

What case?

Uh, the case of you sneaking peeks at me.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I was just having a lovely chat with Clancy.

Oh.

Did you know a group of cats is called a clowder?

No, I didn't.

Okay. I'm gonna...

Wait.

I thought about the second question you asked me.

Oh.

And, uh... you have an answer?

Yes.

I like quiet.

And though it's not your fault, everything around you is loud.

Obnoxiously so at times.

I abhor that, Brendon.

Yet still... I would regret not giving us a try.

Wait, that's it?

Yes.

Until our date Saturday night.

I'll wear something quiet.

I'm just... I'm just grateful

that no one got hurt today.

Rather than vilifying the man behind the attacks,

I want to highlight the state's role in mental health.

This is why I push so hard for a more progressive

healthcare package... one that reaches everyone in need.

So, when is my future son-in-law coming over to dinner?

Uh, sorry to disappoint you, Daddy,

but Damien and I are not gonna work out.

What did you do?

What did I do?

Geez!

If you think he's so perfect, why don't you date the man?

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