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Please, please, don't do this!

Don't do this to me!

Please! Please!

I gave you a chance.

I want what's mine.

No!

No!

Help!

That's Trevor weikert.

He co-chairs the event with my dad.

And that's Margaret Lazar,
big private equity investor,

really generous.

There is a lot of money in this room.

Yeah, and it's all for veterans.

Well... what?

I think we know how these things work.

You blow $1.5 mil on
a party just to raise $2.

But your dad's heart's in the right place.

Hey, hey. Cool beans.

Boss, what is up?

Looking fit, brother.

- Nice suit.
- You know.

You clean up well.

I'm sorry.

This is my girlfriend, Gemma Brooks.

Gemma, this is Clay voss.

We served together as
platoon leaders in the regiment.

Wow, let me just take
care of the housekeeping.

You are way out of his league.

Who's cool beans?

Should I tell her or do you want to do it?

We are not in the barracks, so I don't

- great, I'll do it. So...
- Please don't.

During ranger selection, we
washed Omar's boxer briefs

in vaporub.

For days, this guy was
scratching at his... ok.

I never laughed so hard in my life, man.

What are you doing here?

I thought you lived in London.

Well, we got a lot to catch up on, man.

You free for dinner tomorrow night?

Three of us, overpriced steaks, on me.

Yeah? If you're buying it.

I'm buying, baby.

It's good to see you, brother.

Wow, look at you.

Americano, extra shot, almond milk.

Egg and sausage on
sesame, no cheese.

That's a lucky guess.

Sofia otero, did my research.

How's your leg?

Good. Yeah, no, nerve damage.

So lucky me.

Good to hear. So eat fast.

We got a case up in
Hastings-on-Hudson.

Husband and wife
discovered this morning,

violent scene by the sound
of it, bludgeoned to death.

Local pd reached out for help.

Agent bell and agent zidan are en route.

Sac castille asked us
to be ready to dig in.

Who are you exactly?

Sofia otero, your new partner.

Jack and Cheryl Fleming.

You knew them?

Sponsored my kid's soccer team.

I've never seen anything this depraved.

Skull's caved in, skin burnt.

Signs of forced entry?

No, windows and doors were locked.

It's still warm.

Fire poker is missing.

Could be the murder weapon.

It doesn't look like a robbery.

They were clearly
tortured. Question is why.

I mean, I guess we'll find out.

Gets weirder.

Anonymous 911 caller
claimed that he found

two dead people in his house.

I thought they were the owners.

Again, that's why we called you.

- Morning.
- Hey.

I don't know how we're going to swing it.

I mean, after all of Tyler's medical bills,

everything we saved for college.

- Well, what were we gonna do?
- I know.

I just... I wish we'd made a plan.

He's already been through so much.

I don't him to start his life
drowning in student debt.

I don't want that either.

I should have been thinking ahead.

But, look, I'm going to fix this, all right?

I'm not asking you to fix it.

I want us to figure it out together.

- Yeah...
- look, I got to go.

Sam

ok, so someone brutally
tortured and murdered

Jack and Cheryl
Fleming in their own home

in an otherwise quiet neighborhood

in Westchester county
and we have a 911 call.

Yes, sir. Just pulling it up now.

- Ok.
- 911, what is your emergency?

Yes, there are two
dead people in my house.

I'd like to have them removed please.

The address is 327 grove street.

Sir, are you alone in
the house right now?

I'm leaving now. Please send someone.

It's a mess.

Well, that was strange.
Can we identify him?

No, the call came from the landline

inside the Fleming home.

So either this was the murderer

or our first-time caller
contaminated the crime scene.

I heard from Maggie in oa.

They got a description
of a suspicious vehicle

from a nosy neighbor.

Yes.

The observational prowess
of the nosy neighbor.

What, pray tell, are we looking for?

Older model camper Van, brown.

Brown camper Van, yeah.

Check this out.

Traffic cam footage, road
leaving the crime scene,

3:00 am last night.

That's enough for a plate, yeah?

- Yep.
- Already on it.

Camper is registered to a Mike Holland.

Very business casual.

Doesn't seem like the
brown camper Van type.

Who is he?

Trial lawyer, graduated nyu with honors,

worked at hephner and Russell.

Then... hang on.

Wait, credit history falls
off a cliff two years ago.

Lost his job, lost his apartment.

Lost his mind.

Looks like Holland was a frequent flyer

at bellevue psych ward,
where he assaulted a nurse.

He hogtied her, served
six months at rikers.

Ok, so he spiraled, went
from penthouse to Van life.

But why target the Flemings?

The Flemings came back
from a European vacation

and found Holland
squatting in their home.

He claimed the home was legally his.

They had him forcibly removed.

Hence why he said the
bodies were in his house.

Sounds like he's our guy.

Where's his Van now?

Hey.

Mike Holland, FBI. Come
out with your hands up.

Bloody dish towel.

All right, guys, he's not here.

I'm going to need a
virtual perimeter set up,

pole cams, traffic cams.

Subject's likely on foot.

FBI!

Drop your knife! Drop your knife!

Drop the knife!

Keep your hands where I can see them!

This is an unreasonable
search and seizure

and a violation of my
fourth amendment rights.

Well, you're under arrest.

What the hell are you doing splitting off

from me like that?

He could have been
washing away evidence.

Adverse possession
whereby a legal title to disused

or abandoned property can be
claimed by a person or people

who can cultivate it properly.

Stop, ok?

Just back up, all right?

So last fall, the Flemings go on vacation.

Yeah, they abandon their property.

It was a European river cruise.

They left their house to rot.

And I lived in and cared
for that property for 36 days.

And after 30 days, I
can establish a claim

and title will transfer to me.

Look, I get it. Ok?

You're angry.

You were wronged by the system.

So what happened?

Last night, you broke in.

And you made them pay?

You can't prove that.

No?

So why don't you tell me
what I'm getting wrong here?

I parked my Van on grove
street last night legally.

I saw a movement
in the yard at 3:00 am.

I searched the back yard.

And I could see them tied up in there.

Now, I am no fan of the Flemings.

But I entered my property to help.

How'd you get inside?

The side window was wide open.

And I shut it before I left.

I egress through the back door.

So why did you close that window?

It was supposed to rain.

I didn't want to ruin my floors.

He admitted to being inside the house,

even admitted to touching the bodies.

But won't cop to the murders.

But he's got motive,
means, and opportunity.

Yeah, we'll talk to him again with bau,

see if he changes his story after

he's had time to think about it.

But you should get with ausa.

Yeah, solid work, everyone.

Boss.

Kelly, hate that tone.

What is it? Flag on the play?

Yeah.

Techs just checked the back window

of the Fleming house to verify his story.

Second set of prints,
exterior side of the window.

Did ifs find a match?

Yeah, they sure did.

Jerry.

Paul Gordon.

Paul Gordon, an inmate at fci ridge bury.

A violent offender three years

into five consecutive life sentences.

That can't be.

I mean, maybe... maybe
he worked for the company

- that installed the windows.
- Right.

So the prints were left there from before

he was incarcerated?

No, no, fingerprints come
from the oils on our skin.

Inside, they can last for years.

But exposed to the elements, no way.

So these prints had to be recent.

Paul Gordon couldn't have
been at our crime scene.

That's not possible.

He's locked up.

I need the warden at ridge bury.

Let's get this place fired up.

It looks like we have a
prison break on our hands.

So the news vultures have it.

I know. I've been coordinating with

the U.S. marshal and
the New York state police.

It's a multijurisdictional manhunt now.

So what do we know?

So yeah, I've been in
touch with fci ridge bury.

Paul Gordon's not
somebody we went out

strolling around in public.

He kidnapped, tortured,
and dismembered

four exotic dancers before
being apprehended in Newark.

This man is cold-blooded.

He didn't escape alone.

He had a partner with him,
fellow inmate, John pereira.

Seven years into a 20-year sentence

for intent to distribute
fentanyl and money laundering.

And they weren't
discovered missing until

prison roll call at 6:30 am.

Which means they got a
full night's head start on us.

Right, but who escapes
prison and heads straight

to Hastings-on-Hudson?

What's the connection?

The Fleming house used
to belong to John pereira.

He's the former owner, sold
it to pay for his legal defense.

Ok, so they escape
and beeline it straight to

John pereira's old stomping ground.

And torture the new
owners for information?

Maybe they were looking for
something pereira left behind.

Right.

And whatever it was, they risked

getting caught to find it.

We need to figure out
where they're going next

before somebody else gets hurt.

All right.

Other inmates may have
gotten wind of the plan.

We need to call the warden,
tell them we're on our way.

What's that about?

I ran into an old ranger
buddy at the charity event

last night... Clay voss.

He's taking me and
Gemma out to dinner tonight.

We lost touch when
he moved to London.

But I guess he's here now.

So Clay's always a wild time.

I think I'm actually a little jealous.

No, you're not.

Yes, I am.

I would love to get to know
Gemma more outside of casework.

I just figured you're
busy with Ella and this.

I am, but I guess I'm trying
to do this thing where

I don't know.

I'm trying to be more present in my life

with the people I care about.

And that includes you.

What did this guy do, anyway,

to score a dinner invite with you?

He saved my life.

This all of ya?

Special agent scola and
otero will be here any minute.

Ok. Well, I'm Melissa mulwray.

I'm the unit manager here.

Officer Curtis was on duty
at the time of the escape.

He was under his watchful eye
that this whole mess happened.

And now, we'll both be
updating our resumes.

Like I said, they were
both in their cell at lights out.

I saw it myself.

The watchtower was on all night.

I mean, they must have
memorized the pattern

in order to avoid the spotlight.

How'd they get out of their cell?

They would've had to be
working in shifts around

the clock in order to shave
through these window bars.

Don't you inspect the cells?

Bi-monthly, yeah.

But, I mean, as long as they're
cutting from the inside out,

we would have never known.

Must have had a steel
cable rope saw or something.

It's a problem in all prisons.

Smugglers markets, cons can
get tools, drugs, burner phones,

you name it.

But the fact is that if
these guys were able

to watch the guards' movements,

trust each other like
brothers, and run like hell,

they could probably get pretty far.

Ok, your records show
that you moved Paul Gordon

into a cell with pereira six months ago.

Why?

Personality complications.

I ain't stab Paul Gordon.

I might have threatened
him with such action.

Go at a psycho like Paul? Hell, no.

So they moved him out of my cell.

Good riddance.

And how'd John
pereira like his new celly?

They got tight fast.

Didn't make no sense to me.

Paul should have made
John his bitch day one.

But he didn't.

Any idea why that would be?

Word was John's loaded.

Stole a whole bunch of cash
before his ass got locked up.

You believe the rumors?

What's it matter what I think?

Your boy Paul ate it up, right?

It was a full moon. Right?

Not easy to stay hidden
on a night like that,

summer evening, not a lot of darkness.

Why break out now?

You keep asking me the same questions.

What's in it for me?

An extra hour of fresh air every week,

right here, place to yourself, blue sky.

You can do that?

A federal favor in a federal prison?

Of course I can.

You're sitting on the information I want.

They should have waited for winter.

But after his last visitation,
John, he started tripping out.

Whoever came, they lit a
fire under his ass for real.

So Paul Gordon hasn't had
a visitor in over two years.

But five days ago, John pereira's ex-wife

goes to see him alone.

Ok, ok.

So what do we know
about John pereira's ex-wife?

Yes, Angela pereira.

No criminal record.

She's an er nurse.

Married John out of high school,

divorced him just after his arrest.

She got sole custody
of their daughter, naomy.

Seemed like they stayed on good terms.

They both visited him every month.

Ok, but it was just the wife five days ago.

So something must have
changed at the last visit.

No, a week before actually.

Looks like Angela took a
new job in Washington state.

Ok, so this is starting
to paint a picture, right?

Pereira's ex-wife tells him
she's moving their daughter

across the country.

No more visits.

So John moves up a breakout
date to get to his daughter.

So what, is he going to grab her?

Where are Angela and naomy now?

Pinging Angela's cell,
but it must be turned off.

Yeah, the last address on
file was the Fleming house.

No property ownership, no leasing

under married or maiden names.

- What about bank accounts?
- Yeah, motel stays.

Is there any sign of

of her subletting off the
books, something like that?

No checks or transfers.

But wait a minute.

Looks like she wired $1,500

the first of every month
via venmo to a co-worker,

Carla Hughes.

Could be rent. They're living there.

Yeah, she owns a house in Valhalla.

City planners have it
zoned as two-family.

And it's only 12 miles
from the Fleming home.

Bingo, it's got to be it.

Maggie.

We have signs of forced entry.

Copy. Backups en route.

Hang back, wait for SWAT?

No, they're still 15 minutes out.

These guys are
desperate and dangerous.

Let's go in.

Oa.

FBI!

John pereira, you're under arrest.

You have to believe me. I didn't kill her.

You have to believe me. Please, please.

He took my daughter.

I swear. God!

He took my baby!

I didn't kill my wife.

Ex-wife, who just told you that

she was moving across the
country with your daughter.

I-I went to convince Angela to stay,

to not give up on our family.

It's a big risk for little reward.

Yeah, well, you haven't
spent the last 1,275 days

in a cinder block cell
replaying the handful of times

you've seen your child's face.

When Angela took this
job, I had to do something.

So you beat her to death with a fire poker

no, no.

Only after you went to
your old house and did this.

My god.

What did he do? What did he do?

I am not a violent man.

I couldn't... I couldn't do that.

It was Paul.

Paul Gordon, your friend?

You two escaped prison together.

And now, you're telling
me that he's the one

that's responsible for all that violence?

Yes.

Must be nice to have a fall guy.

I did not do this. I didn't do any of it.

How did Paul even find Angela?

- Her address is unlisted.
- I don't know.

Maybe he got the address off
of one of the letters she sent me.

What about your old place?
Why did Paul go there first?

For the money.

I needed Paul's help to break out.

He had the place wired.

Anything we needed, he could get.

But he's... you know,
he's... he's messed up.

So I told him about
some money that I stole

before I got pinched,

$2 million hidden at my old place.

You bought him off?

I told him I'd send him a
cut once we got out of state.

He got himself transferred into my cell,

got us the tools and...

Once we got out, he betrayed me.

We made it past the fences.

And we found his car in a field

just sitting there?

Yeah, Paul hot wired it.

And then, the son of a
bitch took off without me.

He went straight to your old place

to get the money for himself.

Yeah, except there was no money.

I lied.

So you betrayed each other?

The Flemings were innocent.

Your ex-wife was innocent.

And all this death for what?

I just wanted to see my daughter.

By the time I got a car and
made it to Angela's place,

she was dead and naomy was gone.

This monster has my baby, my baby girl!

Please, you have to find her.

Where's John's burner?

Joc's scrubbing it now.

If what he's saying is
true, Paul's going to call.

We can't possibly know that.

Paul Gordon kills
without thought or mercy.

And yet, he doesn't kill
naomy. Instead, he takes her.

Why?

Leverage.

He wants his money.

John claims Paul killed his
ex-wife and the Flemings.

So where are we with forensics?

Well, the rope found on Angela pereira

is the same brand of
braided nylon marine rope

used on the Flemings.

Did we get any prints
off the murder weapon?

No. No prints.

But the DNA they found
under Angela's fingernails

just came back as a
match for Paul Gordon.

She fought back.

Ok, so we can now place
Paul at both murders.

- But... hey.
- Yeah.

John claims Paul ditched
him after they broke out.

He went on foot until he
stole a car at a gas station.

We need to verify that.

Yeah.

- John's burner?
- Yeah.

Sarah's got it.

- Wait, I think we got him.
- Yeah?

I've been scrubbing
video near the prison.

- Yeah.
- Here's John borrowing a car.

But this video places him 70 miles

from our first crime scene.

He's telling the truth.

Which means our top priority right now

is to find Paul Gordon
and the girl he's holding.

That's got to be Paul Gordon.

Get it to them now. Go!

You want to see your
daughter, you talk to him,

not a word about us.

Paul? Where's my daughter?

Daddy, I'm scared.

Naomy, it's going to be ok, sweetie.

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

I promise. Daddy promises.

No. Daddy, please help me.

You lied to me, John.

It wasn't under the crawl space.

If you hurt her, I swear to god

this is what's going to happen.

You're going to bring
that money to gantry park

near the north pier, 3:00 pm.

Money for your kid.

Come alone.

What am I going to do?

There is no money.

We have some time.

We're not going to let anything
happen to your daughter.

Isobel, ransom demand just came in.

Paul Gordon needs $2 million.

Justice will never sign off on that.

I know, but it's not like
we have a lot of options.

No, you do... reach back out to John,

have him try and talk Paul down.

- Isobel, I...
- or have John lie to him.

That's what he's good at.
Say he only has 200,000.

Wait, we don't have time for that.

We need the money.

Maggie, shut the door.

I heard you the first time.

Paul Gordon is a ruthless killer.

In the past 12 hours, he
has brutally tortured and killed

three innocent people that we know of.

Yeah, and now he has a 12-year-old girl

- who's in danger.
- I wasn't finished.

You disobeyed a direct order in the field,

hiding Nadia amini

when you were
supposed to bring her here.

Now we are under a
microscope... all of us

because of you.

It's protocol, Maggie.

So if I ask you to reach
back out to Paul Gordon

and renegotiate the ransom deal,

that's what I expect you to do.

You think naomy's dead?

I think it's something
we have to consider.

And what if you're wrong
and we can still save her?

It's not about the money.

This might be the only way
that we can save this girl's life.

I can't believe we're just
handing it to a known criminal.

I thought we were listening to his story.

Duffel cam's live.

No, but seriously, what if this is a setup?

John lied to his so-called best friend,

planned to ditch him.

How do we know he isn't
lying to us, about all of it?

The guy's not a Saint,

but to go through all
of this, I'm not buying it.

Hey, how's it going in here?

Debating if this exchange is legit.

Personally, I don't trust our guy.

Who wants to put some money on it?

Scola, 20 bucks?

Hey, otero,

there's a 12-year-old
girl being held captive

by a violent murderer.

She is scared to death,

and she just lost her mother.

I was just

this is not a game, and
you are not at Quantico.

This is real life.

And we need to work
together as a team to find her.

- Do you hear me?
- Yeah.

Is the bag ready?

Yep, good to go.

Scola, otero, are you in position?

All I'm missing is a waffle cone.

This goes smoothly,
I'll buy you a whole pint.

All right, we got eyes on the north pier.

That's where Paul
Gordon proposed the meet.

But I want to know the second he arrives

so we can get a team on his car.

Copy.

Was I too hard on otero?

It's the New York field office.

If you want to play big league ball,

you got to earn your spot.

Look, I know that it
can be hard sometimes

to be the new kid on the block.

The agent before you

special agent Tiffany Wallace?

Yeah. Tiff was a great agent.

She was a powerhouse.

She was brilliant, you know, thoughtful.

But you got good instincts too.

And we'll find a new rhythm.

Hold your shirt open.

It's all gonna be over soon.

How close will you guys be?

I don't want anything to
happen to my daughter.

We got agents all over the
map watching every move.

You guys don't know
him, what he's capable of.

Well, then you're gonna have to trust us.

All right, we're up.

Hey, we got you.

We don't have a lot of time.

Ok.

Head's up. John's on the move.

Yeah, we see him, Maggie.

He never leaves our sight.

Copy that.

I got him.

Anyone have eyes on
Paul Gordon and naomy?

No, not yet.

Your boy looks nervous.

Can he keep it together?

He's got to.

Hey, John, listen.

Do everything I say, and
everything's gonna be ok.

Just take a breath.

Northeast entrance by the library,

baseball cap, sunglasses.

Is that the prison manager?

Is the girl with her?

There's no sign of her. Look.

Someone give me a
confirmation please, people.

Affirmative.

It's the prison manager, mulwray.

She's headed right for pereira.

Oa.

Give me the money, John.

What are you doing here?

You're working with him?

Give me the bag.

I get someplace safe.

I'll text you with naomy's location.

No, that wasn't the deal.

Well, it is now.

I want to see my daughter.

We got a new player on the field.

What do we know about
our prison manager?

Yeah, been employed
at ridge bury for 24 years,

unmarried, no criminal history.

Well, she arrived on foot.

They have to have an escape plan.

Should we intercept?

No, no.

Let it play out until
we get eyes on naomy.

Where is she? Where is naomy?

You don't get to make demands.

That is not how this works.

Why help him?

Is it the money?

I love him.

And he loves me.

He doesn't know anything about love.

He's a murderer. He's a killer.

You always underestimated Paul.

You thought you could
use him to get you out.

You were never gonna
give him his part of the cut.

But guess what? He outsmarted you.

He won. Paul won.

John, do what she
says. Give her the bag.

We'll take it from here.

I want to see my daughter.

No, not until I see her!

- Let go of the bag.
- No!

Let go of the bag!

- No!
- Give her the money, John.

No, I don't trust them!

Who are you talking to?

I was

she's making a break for it.

You guys stay on her.

Recovery agents, grab John pereira now.

The rest of you hang back.

We want her to think she's in the clear.

That's right.

We're gonna track her right to our girl.

Suspect is moving southwest on foot.

She's ducking around the corner.

Scola, vehicle incoming.

All right, jubal, are you still getting this?

Yeah, crystal clear.

Do not lose her.

Got a green buick, New York
plate 0-6-Calvin-2-Alpha-3.

Yeah, yeah. You got that? Run it.

Reported stolen this morning

from the Hastings on Hudson area.

I have visual confirmation.

Paul Gordon is behind the wheel.

What?

Tell me we have eyes on naomy!

Nothing, nothing yet.

They're gonna flee.

Maggie, oa, get ready to tail them.

We'll guide you from the sky.

There's a tracker and a
microphone in the duffel.

So there's no need to get too close.

Copy that.

We did it, baby.

We're rich.

You did good.

- Shots fired! Shots fired!
- She's down.

He's moving south.

All agents, hold your fire.

Repeat, hold your fire.

We need him alive to find naomy.

Maggie, oa, can you cut him off?

- There he is.
- We're on him.

- Whoa, whoa.
- Whoa.

Car just wrecked.

Suspect's on foot.

- FBI!
- Drop your weapon!

Hold your fire. She
could be in the car still.

She's not in the car.

I don't know where naomy is.

He's dead.

All right, people.

12-year-old naomy
pereira is still missing.

Her captors are both confirmed dead,

which means we need
to get clever to locate her.

And we need to do it now.
They probably stashed her

somewhere private
along their getaway route.

Jubal, we found a key
in Paul Gordon's pocket.

Sending you a photo now.

Yeah, I got it.

We have a key with a foam keychain.

Those are designed to float in water.

Marine rope was used to bind our victim.

We're looking for a boat possibly

registered to our
deceased prison manager,

Melissa mulwray.

Wait, hang on.

I got a 34-footer named "day dreamer,"

registered to a Reginald mulwray.

- I think that's her stepfather.
- Where's it docked?

Liberty landing Marina, Jersey city.

Naomy?

Naomy?

Is she... she's alive. She's sedated.

But she's alive.

We need an ambulance
to Liberty landing Marina.

Thank you.

Hey, naomy.

I know this has been very hard.

You've been so brave.

Your dad is on the other side of that door.

And he went through
a lot to help us find you.

Before they take him back to prison,

I know he would really love
to see you one more time.

But you do not have to go in.

It's your choice.

Do you want to see him?

Yes. I do.

Ok.

I'll be waiting for you out here, ok?

- Hello.
- Hey.

Hey.

Let me guess.

You're here to unilaterally
decide the solution

to a family problem.

Come on. That's not fair.

I do have a proposition.

But you're probably going to hate it.

I mean, I guess it's not the best thing

for you or me, really.

But it might be the best thing for Tyler.

And we owe him that.

What exactly are you proposing?

Well, I was... I was thinking what if

what if I moved in here with you guys?

I'd... I'd sleep on the
couch, of course, you know.

But we could stop paying two rents,

share some of the expenses,

and really just start
saving for Tyler's tuition.

And, I don't know. It might be nice.

I've already lost so
much time with both kids.

But look, I know your ex moving back in

is not the version of the
fairy tale you told yourself.

- So...
- Yes.

I just thought... I'm sorry, yes?

Yes.

Now, get folding.

Sure.

Otero.

Something wrong with
my after action report?

No, that was annoyingly perfect.

Actually, bagel or are you one
of those weird parfait people?

Breakfast is on me tomorrow.

That's really nice, but no need.

I put in for a transfer.

Do you know how I knew your
breakfast order this morning?

Tiffany left a note in her old desk

addressed to scola's next partner.

The way that you talk about her

and what she meant to the team

I don't want to start my career

trying to fill someone else's shoes.

Good luck finding your rhythm.

Hey, you got another
one of those chateau notes

- in your cellar?
- Yep.

Don't worry. It's on the firm.

They really give a mad man
like you an expense account?

And a pad in Tribeca, fully loaded.

Wait, what do you do again?

Private security.

More like corporate espionage.

Hey, hey, all right.

I'm sure the feds give
you plenty of perks.

Am I right?

I will be right back.

- Save me a glass, ok?
- Yes, yes, yes.

Happy for you, man.

But if this is some
kind of recruitment ploy

hey, chill. Ok?

I know you're happy
where you're at, g-man.

I'm actually on the clock right now.

An associate of mine is meeting a target

tomorrow in that back booth.

He'll be frisked for a wire.

But we need ears on the convo.

So I'll distract the waiter
while you plant this book.

Absolutely not.

Come on.

New York's a single-party consent state.

It's all legal.

All right, fine. All right?

You distract the waiter.
I'll take care of the bug.

I don't want any part of this.

Ok?

What happened to rangers lead the way?

You owe me, brother.

- What did I miss?
- Nothing.

Could you take a photo of us?

- Absolutely.
- Thank you.

What's gotten into you?

Smile.

Ok.