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Move! Move, move, move!

Idiota!

Get out of my way!

♪ Life of every party

♪ Happy at night or day

♪ We are one call away

♪ Happy at night or day

♪ We are one call away

♪ I always get it started

♪ Life of whatever party

♪ I be at night or day

♪ We are one call away

♪ I always get it started

♪ Life of whatever party

♪ I be at night or day

♪ We are one call away

♪ I always get it started

♪ Life of whatever party

♪ I be at night or day

Out of my way!

Watch out! Move, move!

Oh, no, you don't, Alvaro.

- No, no! - Where is it, Alvaro?

What do you want from me, man?

- Move! - Out, get out!

- Move! - Get out, get out!

Where are the drugs? Where's the money, huh?

I don't know. I don't know.

You're an even worse trafficker than I thought.

Huh? Where is it?

What is this?

I heard you had a major shipment.

That's everything I got.

I want all of it, Alvaro.

Not just your personal supply for the night.

Didn't run all that way for a roll of 20s and an eight ball.

Agent Lopez, is that Alvaro Serrano?

Sí.

Take him.

- Hey. - Hi.

I'm so sorry to do this to you. - Oh, come in.

Hi, Lili. - Hi!

I tried to reach the sitter,

but she can't come by till later.

I don't think I'll be more than an hour or two, if you mind.

Oh, my gosh, are you kidding? I get some Lili time.

I thought we were taking Tank to the park.

I'm sorry, princess. I have to go into work.

You're going to stay with Cameron for a little bit, OK?

Well, I'm sure we can both find something...

fun to do, right?

Yes!

You're a lifesaver.

So much for time to just be a mom, right?

Is everything OK?

I don't know.

Wes said the Office of the Inspector General

needs to speak to me personally.

Can't be good, right?

I'm sure it's fine.

OK. Thank you.

Bye. - Bye, Mommy.

Bye.

All right, movie?

Ice cream? - Yeah! Both!

OK, let's do it.

So we have to assume...

Ms. Tate, I'm Deputy Inspector General Dorian.

I appreciate you coming in.

I feel like I should have a lawyer present.

Oh, no. Don't worry. You're not being investigated.

The OIG is here for our help.

Indeed. Please have a seat.

I have a mission for you, and it is quite sensitive.

It's... it's so sensitive that if you fail,

it will damage the reputation of the Bureau,

and it could also compromise

the Fly Team's ability to even exist.

So I said, "No problem."

Look, uh, at the end of the day,

this has got to be your decision, OK?

Me?

Why me?

Well, because you'll need to join this investigation

out in the field.

There's... there's elements of your background,

your experience in surveillance,

your fluent Spanish, plus key characteristics...

make you perfect for this particular target.

Who's the target?

DEA Special Agent Daniel Lopez.

This guy's dirty as hell.

He's partying, he's throwing money around.

Way beyond what you'd expect from a normal DEA agent.

The money's got to be coming from somewhere.

We were tipped off by fellow DEA Agent Christina Bryant.

She suspected that he was stealing drugs

and cash from their busts.

Sadly,

she was killed by the cartel before she had a chance

to file a formal report.

This is a honey trap operation.

With me as the honey.

Can you handle that?

I, um...

I've never done anything like it before.

Um, but I, uh...

Amanda, look.

No one is going to hold it against you

if you want to pass on this.

You're a hell of an analyst.

You've never trained for undercover work.

Field work is dangerous.

And you have a kid at home.

I'll do it.

This guy thinks he's untouchable,

but Agent Bryant almost got him.

I can finish the job.

I'm in.

DEA Agent Lopez and his hand-picked group,

nicknamed The Crew, have been stationed in Madrid,

home of the rapidly-growing Serrano Cartel.

The Serrano's narcotics operation

has spread across Western Europe

and is now making inroads in Miami.

These boys have been having a non-stop party

from one European city to the next.

Sounds fun,

but why isn't the DEA cleaning their own house on this?

The Justice Department doesn't trust

an internal investigation.

The unit chief of their OPR is Lopez's godfather.

That's why it's all hands on deck.

Amanda's going to be with us in the field on this one

in an undercover role.

We're going to be teaming up with The Crew

to disrupt the cartel,

but our real mission is to gain Lopez's trust.

Which won't be easy.

Lopez is experienced in countersurveillance

and has been covering his tracks for years.

So we'll have to get creative.

The only person to get close so far,

a young agent he took under his wing,

Christina Bryant, now deceased.

Apparently, he thought showing off a little corruption

might get her into bed.

I've known men like Lopez for my whole career.

Eventually, they all make a mistake.

We're going to be there when he does.

Let's go.

Look sharp. The Bureau is here.

I'm Agent Wes Mitchell.

This is Andre Raines and Megan Garretson with Europol.

Pleasure. I'm Danny, and this is Boyd.

Sorry we don't have more of a welcoming committee.

If you guys weren't stretched thin, we wouldn't be here.

True enough.

The AG's been pushing increased cooperation

in the War on Drugs, but this is the first

I've seen of it. - Mm.

We're not here to step on your toes.

We're here to help in any way that we can.

Sounds good to me.

As you probably heard,

we haven't made much progress in Madrid.

Last night's bust only turned up a mid-level distributor,

Alvaro Serrano.

- You think you can flip him? - Maybe.

Based on his name, we thought he was well-connected.

My source told me he was in possession of a major shipment,

but something must have gotten lost in la translacción.

You mean traducción.

You said translacción.

What does that mean?

That you don't know Spanish.

This is Amanda Tate. She's our support tech.

A little better with computers than she is with people.

Well, thank you, Amanda.

Not everyone would feel comfortable

showing me up on the first day.

I'm sorry.

No, it's good to have someone who's actually fluent.

My parents never spoke Spanish at home.

All I learned was how to ask for sangría.

Could come in handy.

Amanda.

Do you think you could go find us a decent cup of tea?

Sure.

You can set up my computer when you get back.

Right.

All right, Danny, what do you say

you and I go flip this Serrano kid?

Absolutely. Welcome to The Crew.

All right.

You're wasting our time.

Mr. Serrano will be making no further statements.

Maybe the problem is

he hasn't been properly incentivized.

You want to shake me down again?

Alvaro, please.

I'm offering you a deal, idiot.

I hear he's sitting on a shipment.

If he can give us the location, your client can

walk right out that door like none of this ever happened.

How generous.

But with your lack of evidence and the beating and robbery,

my client has no need to cooperate.

The Spanish police will be releasing Mr. Serrano

by the end of the day. - Really?

If Alvaro is so innocent,

why'd he sprint halfway across Madrid?

Why's he got the cartel's top lawyer on speed dial?

Hmm?

Anything else?

No?

Then you can take your excessive force

back to the States, where it's more appreciated.

Excuse me.

Hey, come on, man. Let's go.

Tell your bosses we're coming for 'em, OK?

All right.

Have a nice day.

Thanks for having my back in there.

This one's on me. I jumped the gun on Alvaro.

I should have double-checked my source.

Thing is, it's personal between me and the cartel.

They shot a member of my team during the raid.

Now whenever I get my hands on anybody with the name Serrano,

I'm gonna make them pay.

Christina Bryant, right? I heard about that.

You can bet I would have done the same thing, maybe worse.

Don't doubt it.

I read about the Montrose shootout in your file.

Oh, well, then you know if I see an opportunity

to take somebody out, I'm taking it.

Screw the lawyers.

If bodies drop, bodies drop.

Yeah, absolutely.

Look, why don't we, uh,

go take a run at your informant together?

We'll put the fear of God into him.

It's an idea.

I wouldn't want to spook my source.

Mm.

Better for everybody if I handle that part solo.

Gotcha.

Oh, hey.

Are you getting the signal from Wes's wire?

It's crystal clear, but Lopez isn't exactly saying anything.

Listen to this.

It's personal between me and the cartel.

They shot a member of my team during the raid.

Now whenever I get my hands on anybody with the name Serrano,

I'm going to make them pay.

I mean, if you ask me,

it sounds like he is overcompensating,

trying to paint himself like

some kind of a righteous crusader.

To justify stealing drug money?

I guess.

But I have studied his financial statements,

and there is no way that he is stealing enough evidence

to pay for the way he's been living.

The Crew's raids,

they've all been done hand-in-hand with the Spanish,

so either the entire SNP is in on the take

or The Crew is getting its fun money elsewhere.

What if he isn't stealing from the Serranos?

What if he's in bed with them?

Could be tipping off the cartel before the raids.

Yeah, that would explain why the DEA keeps coming up empty.

Yeah. The cartel bribes Lopez,

throwing him a small fish every once in a while,

but always knowing there'll be no real damage.

Meanwhile, The Crew gets to live it up across Europe.

Everybody wins.

That would mean he tipped them off

before the raid that killed Agent Bryant.

He had the cartel shoot her.

We need proof.

Coast is clear.

We're in.

Thanks.

Amanda.

Am I looking at what I think I'm looking at?

That's a wireless signal detector.

He's going to know if we turn on the bugs.

Uh, there's got to be another way in.

Something he won't see coming.

Heads up. Target heading your way.

Pull them both. Pull everything.

Let's go, let's go. Move.

Let's go.

What are you still doing here?

Hey.

You know, first one to arrive, last one to leave.

That's me.

Really?

No.

This is my first time in the field,

and so I've been putting in extra hours

to impress Mitchell and Garretson.

That been working out for you?

Not even a little bit.

How am I ever supposed to prove myself if they don't trust me?

And you saw how they treat me.

It's pathetic.

I'm sorry. Uh, you do not need to hear about my problems.

I'm going to go.

No, it's OK. Maybe I can help.

I'm going to meet with an informant later on tonight.

Maybe you should come with.

- Me? - Yeah, you.

I can always use a translator.

You want to get in on the action.

Let's do it.

Well, I don't know how Mitchell would feel about that.

Who cares?

We're supposed to be working together on this.

So what do you say?

You can ride along, see how I operate.

Yeah.

I'd like that.

I would, too.

Wire me up. We just found our way in.

The FBI has rules about undercover ops

and these are not the rules we play around with.

You can smile, you can flirt,

you can flatter, you can bat your eyes,

you can say whatever you got to say,

but you cannot touch him, not in any romantic way.

Got it.

One kiss, one hand on the thigh,

God forbid, something more,

nothing you get will be used in court.

Right? They're just going to claim entrapment.

I've seen it happen. It ain't pretty.

All these rules about what I can and can't do.

What about him? What can't he do?

Listen, you're not going to be alone in there, right?

If it feels too dangerous, you use the distress word.

You picked one out?

Yeah, um, princess.

OK, we hear that, we pull you out.

In fact, you can use it right now, OK?

We'll find another way 'cause the most important rule:

everybody goes home.

Wes.

I knew this was going to be dangerous when they handed me

a picture of a dead woman, and I said yes.

I knew it was going to be tough and I signed up anyway.

Have a little faith that I can pull this off.

She's all set.

Go get him.

Take a moment, check in with yourself,

and when you are ready, we go.

- All right. - OK.

My contact is Simón Ruiz.

He owns one of the restaurants

that the cartel leaders come to meet, so he hears things.

Right.

The Serrano leaders are thugs,

but they want to be seen as sophisticated.

They drink the nicest wine, eat the nicest food,

go to the best parties.

If I want to put together a network of connections,

I got to match that.

So the globetrotting, the nightspots,

the sexy car, it's all research?

I'm very thorough.

I think I joined the wrong department.

So, Mitchell... he acts like he's some cowboy,

but all the other FBI agents I've met before

are more like Boy Scouts.

So which is it?

You know, I don't really know.

He hasn't been with us that long. Why?

It's hard to find information on your team.

If I was the paranoid type,

I might even think that the FBI is here to check up on me.

No.

You know, it makes sense.

I mean, they don't tell me anything, obviously.

But Mitchell's been weird ever since we got here.

So he could have another agenda?

Totally.

Ruiz.

Señor Daniel, welcome back.

This is the colleague I told you about, Amanda Tate.

Hola.

Please, right this way.

I have your favorite table for us to talk.

And, um, in honor of our guest, something special to drink.

I apologize for the mix-up with Alvaro.

My information was out-of-date.

Yeah, I noticed. What happened?

Ah, Alvaro is not careful.

He has been, um...

Getting high on his own supply.

Sí.

The Serrano leadership was concerned,

so they changed up the routines and moved the shipment.

Where to?

Ah, this wine is truly unique.

So where is this mystery shipment?

What are the cartel's new routines?

Um, sadly, I don't know.

From what I hear, they are making many changes.

Mainly because of him.

You must understand The Crew have put fear

into the minds of the Serrano Cartel.

They heard what they accomplished

in Paris and in Munich and they are on their heels.

Ah.

Please enjoy.

Our croquetas, they're not tapas.

They are an art form.

Oh, wow.

Um...

What now?

It'd be a shame to waste an art form.

I suppose the case can wait.

This freaking guy. Are you buying any of this?

Not for a second.

Ruiz doesn't sound like an inside source.

He sounds like someone who says

whatever Lopez tells him to say.

It's a waste of our time.

OK, if Ruiz isn't Lopez's informant

with the cartel, then who is?

I ran the phone number that Tate sent us.

It's a burner phone, so I can't ID the caller directly,

but using the cell towers that the call pinged from,

we should be able to find a location.

Check it against Lopez's contacts.

Maybe something pops.

You can't win an unwinnable war.

For every operation we disrupt,

another one pops up in its place.

It's Serranos now,

it'll be someone else when they're gone.

There's no difference.

So I say why not take every chance to enjoy it?

Exactly.

Whatever that means.

Look...

I've seen enough of your bosses to know that

you're going nowhere in the FBI.

Mitchell will never appreciate you.

And if he does, that British chick will bury you.

But I've got an offer.

I can get you a direct placement at the DEA.

Maybe even on my team.

I've been down a member for the last few months.

Seriously?

You've got that kind of pull?

I'm just saying,

instead of working late trying to impress Mitchell,

maybe you should be trying to impress me.

Well, what exactly did you have in mind?

I shouldn't say. Not here.

We could talk about it back at my place.

If you want to get out of here.

Hola, guapo.

I didn't come here to translate

while you pick up women.

You're jealous?

I'm not.

Um, I'm sorry.

Um, I'm going to go.

I'll get a cab. - Amanda.

- You OK? - Why did you pull me out?

Because Lopez was getting a little intense.

No, no, I had him.

If I get him in private,

maybe he'll talk about Christina Bryant.

Going back to his apartment would have been too dangerous.

I told Wes I don't need the kid gloves.

I can handle this. - It's not about that.

You were doing great.

But it's better to leave Lopez wanting more, right?

We push for too much, he could catch on.

Listen to your team.

Got it.

Plus, thanks to you, we have another lead.

What do you got?

Phone call that came to Lopez's car

was made from a café near Puerta del Sol.

Doesn't mean much on its own,

but DEA records show a single meeting at that same place

between Lopez and a cartel source.

Street name, Conejo.

According to the DEA, he was too unreliable

to be used as an informant.

So why is Lopez trading calls with him weeks later?

He put him in his hip pocket

so he can keep him off the books.

Who is this guy?

Childhood friend of Lorenzo Serrano.

So presumably, the family trusts him.

And now he owns a café, which could be

the real meeting place for the cartel leaders.

OK. Everything else is a smokescreen.

This guy is the real source.

I looked it up. Conejo is Spanish for rabbit.

- Interesting. - Yeah.

There, that's him.

You think he got that street name

for being all cuddly and cute?

Excuse me.

Andre, the truck!

Hey! Stop!

FBI.

Nowhere to run now, rabbit.

Hey, stop!

Wait, wait!

You're American?

Agent Lopez can vouch for me.

Yeah, that's what we want to talk to you about.

Jose "Conejo" Ramos...

you have a surprisingly clean rap sheet

for someone that grew up with the Serranos.

I didn't do anything.

Am I being arrested?

We just wanted to ask some questions.

You're the one who took off, got all this extra attention.

I don't know you.

I'm only supposed to talk to Danny.

As an informant, you can talk to any of us.

Oh, yeah, right.

OK, here's the thing.

We know you're playing both sides.

You're the go-between for Agent Lopez

and your buddies at the cartel.

You're probably taking a nice cut of the bribe, too.

You're just making things up

that I don't know anything about.

Sure. You know what?

Why don't we put word out on the street that he came to us

looking to expose the whole scheme

in exchange for a payout? - Sounds good.

I mean, if we're making all this up,

nobody will believe it.

Of course, if he really did have that sort of information,

it'd be a race between the Serranos and Lopez

to see who could silence him first.

OK, OK.

What do you want?

Have a seat.

Just tell us about Lopez.

I just take messages back and forth.

He tells me when a big raid is coming and I pass it on.

And who paid him for those tips?

No way.

You want to bust your own guy, I'll help you, but that's it.

OK.

We're going to need you to schedule a meeting with Lopez.

And wear a wire.

That won't work.

He's paranoid about being recorded.

He only talks business at his flat,

and the place is rigged with bug detectors.

The guy is smarter than he looks.

Sorry to interrupt. Agent Lopez is outside.

I had to hear from the SNP

that you brought Ramos in for questioning?

Isn't that something a joint task force

should do jointly?

Your case file said he wasn't important,

so I didn't think you'd mind.

I could have saved you some time.

Guy is unreliable.

If he thinks there's cash in it for him,

he'll tell you whatever you want to hear.

The problem is none of it's true.

We'll keep an eye out for that.

- Yeah. - If you want, I could jump in.

We could talk to him together.

I think we got it covered. You know what?

I think it's best for everybody if I handle this part solo.

What are you really doing in Madrid, Mitchell?

I'm stopping the cartel, the same as you.

Go do your thing.

If Lopez wasn't suspicious before, he sure as hell is now.

We need a new plan.

It's got to happen fast while he's rattled.

We've got to get this guy talking somehow.

With the real informant in our back pocket,

we have an information advantage.

As long as Raines keeps Conejo isolated,

I think we can tell Lopez whatever we want.

So let's say his source gave up the location of the shipment.

We're planning a raid... something big.

Then we watch and wait.

And when Lopez tips off the cartel,

that's when we've got him.

I don't think this guy's going to believe

anything we tell him directly.

Well, we'll have to be subtle about it, let it slip.

All right, I like that idea, but if he takes the bait,

how do we get a bug past his scanners?

I can do that.

We pulled the technical specs of the scanner

that you found in The Crew's office.

I'll just need to reconfigure a microphone

using a signal converter.

Anything beyond 110 gigahertz

should register as ambient electromagnetic noise.

I don't know what language that was in,

but it sounded confident. Let's do it.

No, we're going to need more manpower

for a raid of this size.

I need Europol to pull everybody that we can.

Well, if I could trust the DEA,

I wouldn't be calling you, would I?

Yes, the stash house is a refurbished steel factory

right across from Atocha Train Station.

We're moving tomorrow at 0500.

Thank you.

- What's up, buddy? - Update on the case.

The FBI found Alvaro's shipment.

They're planning a raid tomorrow.

Thought you'd like to know.

Seems like I missed my invitation.

What do you think?

Send me the info and sit tight.

You got that, Wes? He took the bait.

Yeah, I'm reading you.

I got eyes on the target now.

He's headed to his apartment.

He's calling the lawyer.

Olivárez must be the connection.

That's a straight shot to the cartel.

It's pretty late for a business call,

don't you think? - Sorry about that.

I've got some more questions for Alvaro Serrano.

I was hoping you can help me contact him.

What is this about?

It's time-sensitive.

If you swing by my place,

we could talk about it face-to-face.

I know how you always like to do

what's best for your clients.

On my way.

This is it. This is our chance.

You place it and then you get out of there.

OK? - Yeah.

With the new programming,

the bug will be undetectable, right?

Yeah, should be.

Assuming Lopez is using the same model scanner

he has at his office,

which I'm now realizing is a very large assumption.

Honestly, the tech should be the least of our worries.

What do you mean?

He doesn't have to find the bug.

All he has to do is look at me, notice how much I despise him.

Oh, God, what if he already knows?

I will be listening.

Raines and Mitchell will be shadowing you all the way, OK?

You say the word, we move in.

I've got your back.

OK.

What are you feeling? Talk to me.

I... I just...

I just wanted to show that I can handle anything, you know?

That's just, what, pride?

I should have been thinking about Lili.

What happens to her if I'm the next Christina Bryant?

Hey.

Hey.

You don't have to prove anything to any of us, OK?

And not even Wes.

Yes, you may have sensed some doubt, but that is his job, OK?

He has to make sure before he makes that call.

But we are only here now

because he believes in you 100%, and so do I.

Hey.

Can I come in?

I'm sorry, this isn't...

this isn't a good time. I'm... I'm expecting company.

You were right.

The FBI is investigating you.

Mind if I have a drink?

Please, just wait.

Shh. Give me your phone.

I'm risking my job by coming here, you know?

Shh.

Shh.

You don't trust me?

Are you enjoying this?

It worked. Lopez's scanner didn't pick up the bug.

Sorry about the security.

Just needed to make sure that we can speak freely.

What are you doing here?

I need to know if your offer's real.

Because if it is,

I'm prepared to give up the intel on Mitchell.

You've got a spot at the DEA if you've got real information.

OK.

I did some digging and found out that Mitchell made his name

by flipping on his fellow members of the LAPD.

He's done the same thing everywhere.

Throws his colleagues under the bus and moves up.

And how do you know about it?

I'm better with computers than people, remember?

Before we came to Madrid,

Mitchell pulled up a bunch of messages

from a woman named Christina Bryant.

What does he have on me exactly?

Not much, but he got Conejo to give up a stash house.

It's only a matter of time before he gives up you.

How about that drink?

Whiskey on the rocks?

Thank you.

How's she doing?

Perfect so far.

The wire is placed and he is definitely rattled.

OK. Now all she has to do is get out of there

before the cartel arrive.

That's not going to be so easy.

What do you mean?

The lawyer's here early. You seeing this, Wes?

Yeah, and it looks like he brought a friend.

I should go.

No.

But you said you were expecting company.

It's OK. We can talk more tomorrow.

Stay. I don't want our night to be over just yet.

Well, how about we meet up when you're done?

You can show me more of Madrid.

Wait for me in the back.

And if this meeting goes exactly how I think it'll go,

I'll have Mitchell off my back for good.

And then I can give you a proper thank you.

Unless I've got the wrong idea

why you came to see me in the middle of the night.

Take care of your meeting.

Get the FBI off your back.

And then we'll see what happens.

OK, this can still work.

She hasn't used the distress word.

Andre, just stay close.

Olivárez is smart. - I'm ready.

The instant we hear the word, we move in.

Good.

So, uh, what's going on?

It's very, very late.

Sit, sit, please.

Uh, amigo, this is not how we do business.

I had no other choice.

After tonight, I'm getting the hell out of Madrid.

Conejo's locked up and there are eyes all over me now.

Then you should be even more careful, not less.

Just tell your clients that I've got another tip for them.

Something big is going down tonight.

Big? How big?

They know where the shipment is.

My boys tell me that the FBI are going to be

hitting the stash house by the train station.

And you can tell the Serranos that if they want

our agreement to continue, that they need

to take Agent Mitchell out permanently.

That's it. We got him.

What are you talking about? Where is this stash house?

They said it was a steel factory across from Atocha.

But where did you get this information?

I got a direct source in the FBI.

She's in the back right now if you wanna talk to her.

You got a woman here? Now?

- Yeah. I got a direct... - Shh, shh.

Madre mía, que idiota. Adios, cabrón.

- What's going on in there? - Do we move in?

Olivárez must know the real location of the stash house.

He knows it's a trap. Yes, move!

Hey.

Can we finally get out of here?

No, I don't think so.

I'm honestly impressed.

What are you talking about?

What's that?

- You think you can play me? - Hey.

Hey.

Hey! Don't do anything stupid.

Drop it.

On the ground.

Don't move! Stay down.

Keep your hands where I can see them!

You OK?

Princess.

You were great out there.

It's a shame none of the recording equipment

was running.

Funny.

Uh, Wes, I have to tell you something.

I kissed him.

He got suspicious, and I...

I had to sell it somehow.

It was only for a few seconds,

but I was physically seducing him.

OK, well, maybe to be effective,

you had to push the boundaries a little bit.

No, I broke the rules.

And now they're going to use it against me in court, and...

No, Amanda, you're going to be fine.

We can still make this work.

How?

My boys tell me that the FBI are going to be hitting

the stash house by the train station.

The Crew is done, boy.

Your cartel lawyer's in the wind

and the Serranos are sitting back and laughing

while the DEA takes the fall.

Daniel Lopez, he's going down.

He attacked our undercover with intent to kill.

What about you?

We're willing to offer you a reduced sentence.

But there's a catch.

You have to tell us what really happened to Christina Bryant.

You know the deal.

First one who talks wins the prize.

The rest of The Crew go away for life.

What side of the bars do you want to be on

when that happens?

What a surprise.

Agent Boyd confirmed that you orchestrated the murder

of Christina Bryant.

He'll be testifying under oath that you sent her on a raid

and had a cartel hit man waiting to silence her,

just like you were planning to do to Agent Mitchell.

I'll see you at the trial.

I'm looking forward to it.

I plan on making sure the world knows what I know,

what Christina knew.

You're a disgrace.

A small, ridiculous coward.

- Hey. - Come, Tank!

Found us.

Yeah, I wanted to see you in person,

tell you I spoke to Dorian.

Lopez made a plea deal. There won't be a trial.

He's going away for a long time.

Thank you.

You didn't think I had it in me.

You just had to convince yourself.

Come on!

Listen, Amanda, you're made for field work.

You've got a knack for it.

So if you want to be out in the field with the team more,

just say the word.

You're ready.

- Thanks. - Come on!

I'm happy right where I am.

For now.

Tank, sit.

Throw it far.

OK.

Maybe a little too far. OK, I'll be right back.

You seem happy today, Mom.

You're right, princess.

I am.