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- This is Clay Voss. - We served together as platoon

- leaders in the regiment. - Wait, what do you do again?

- Pyramid Security.

- More like corporate espionage.

[dramatic music]

- Someone used your app to set up three bomb attacks today.

- I know you think that you owe him because he saved your life.

- You don't know the full story.

- I don't need to.

I just don't want to see you backed into a corner

you can't get out of.

Make him your CI.

- You will give me any and all intel on the app

that endangers public safety, understood?

You are my confidential informant.

[plane engines whooshing]

[vehicle beeping]

- 15 campus visits this fall,

and not a state school in the bunch.

- Take out that second mortgage.

College tuition ain't cheap.

- I'd give my daughter the world,

but, damn, she hate me or something?

[both laugh]

- On the ground! - Whoa, whoa!

- Down! Hey, hey!

- Go!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Who's in charge?

- OK, OK. - Who's in charge!

You. Where?

- Let me look.

- Hurry!

♪

Let's go!

- Here. - Truck, now!

- Hurry, let's go! - Okay, I'm going.

- Hurry!

[cart thunks]

Go, go, go, go!

♪

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

- Put down your weapon!

[gunfire] [yelps]

[woman screams]

- [speaks in Haitian Creole]

[indistinct shouting]

♪

[gunshots]

- [gun clicks] - Damn.

You been sneaking some practice rounds in?

- Yeah, Clay found out I had my firearms course coming up,

so he has been dragging me down to the range.

Doesn't want me to embarrass myself.

- [chuckles] - Sounds like a good friend.

- Did you hear back from the court?

- Yeah.

They officially approved Ella's guardianship transfer.

She moves in with her uncle soon.

- Oh. - Maggie, that's a big change.

- Yeah.

It's what's best for Ella.

- What about for you?

[soft dramatic music]

- Honestly, rather just keep shooting right now.

- OK. - I'm here if you want to talk.

- I know.

- Come on. Go again? - Mm.

[gun clicks]

[phone buzzing]

- Guess not.

- Breaking into a secure air cargo facility at JFK.

Cameras everywhere.

It's an impossible job.

- There's got to be at least 60 shell casings here.

- 223s. - They were using assault rifles.

These guys aren't messing around, Maggie.

- They don't care about casualties, either.

[camera shutter clicks]

[police radio chatter]

- Special Agents Bell and Zidan.

- Yeah. - Thanks for

- getting down here quick. - What do you have for us?

- Three shooters, one driver.

They came in hard, efficient.

They knew what they were looking for.

- Were you able to identify the assailants yet?

- No, they left four dead.

Including three federal agents.

- Did you know them?

- Yeah, I know them.

I know their families.

And I still got to notify them.

- We can handle that.

- No, no, no, I should do it. - It's the right thing.

- How'd they get into the airport?

- Doctored a shipping manifest.

Not as hard as you'd think.

They got waved in at the gate.

- The security cameras at the gate didn't catch anything?

- Driver knew how to avoid the security cameras.

And the truck's plates were covered in soot.

- OK, so the truck was a Trojan horse.

Whatever they took, they needed three men

to load it onto the truck.

You said they knew what they were looking for?

- What were they after? - We don't know.

- You don't know?

- No, secure air shipment from Zurich landed three hours ago.

Cleared customs multiple levels above my head.

- Well, if you don't know, who would?

- God, this is so...

I-I'm sorry.

I just never had 25 mil in gold bullion stolen before.

- No, it's the first time for us, too.

So you want to tell us why it was sitting at JFK

next to grandma's luggage?

- Mister... - Danny Chun.

I work for a hedge fund, Second Point Capital.

I pitched a trade to my boss,

gold hedge against market volatility.

I know, complicated finance stuff.

- Executed a bullion purchase agreement with a bank

in, what, Switzerland?

Had to import it stateside, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Bank can't hedge gold if you don't have it on hand.

When'd you execute the deal, Danny?

- Two days ago, 10:00 AM GMT.

Seller got on the first flight they could.

- I'm sorry, you're saying any international flight

could have millions in gold bars in the cargo hold?

- Banks have to transport bullion somehow,

and we ensure the shipment, keep the circle of people

who know about it small for security.

- If so few people know about it,

had to be an inside job.

- [scoffs] - What, you think that I...

no, I had nothing to do with this.

- Spot price of gold dropped in the pre-market hours that day.

Your trade's a loser, right?

Insurance claim, though, for the full value?

That puts you back in the black, and then some.

- No, no, no, no, I would never. - I've been working for...

- Stop.

Four people are dead, Mr. Chun.

- We're gonna need the names of every person that works

at your firm that knew this shipment was coming in today,

every detail...

the bank, the insurance.

We clear?

- Yeah, I'll get it to you.

- All right, folks, look alive.

We have a brazen and deadly heist

carried out in broad daylight.

And working theory is this was an inside job.

We get video of the truck yet?

- Trying. - Hundreds an hour pass by

on the Van Wyck Expressway outside of JFK.

- We're narrowing it down. - All right, well, keep working.

So, inside job.

Who on the inside had intel on the gold shipment?

- Well, the details of the gold shipment

were closely held inside Second Point Capital.

According to Chun, only two people inside the fund

were aware of the shipment, including the CEO.

- So three, including Chun, right?

And we checked him out?

- In process. - Scola scared him good.

Chun offered up his phone, logins, all of it.

We're digging in.

- Yeah. - Doesn't feel like he knew.

What about the CEO?

- Well, that guy is worth 475 million,

so doesn't need the money.

- Well, there could be some motivation in terms

of protecting his company's bottom line

from the bad gold trade, but that does not seem likely.

So tell me about the other one who had inside knowledge.

- Caleb Boyles, 41, the portfolio manager.

- Nine-year employee, makes good money.

On the partner track, too.

- So why rip off his employer? - Axe to grind?

- Pulling up his credit file. - [keyboard clacking]

Yeah, no, he's leveraged a second mortgage

on the Hamptons house, past due bills.

- So he could see this as an easy score to pay his debts.

That tracks.

- He didn't badge in for work today, either.

- Boyle's phone is pinging

at the private jet terminal at Teterboro.

- Port Authority, don't let that plane leave the ground.

- What's going on here, really?

You pulled me off that jet like a criminal.

I've been questioned by the SEC before.

They came to my office.

And they didn't get the FBI involved.

- Two days ago,

your fund executed a gold hedging strategy.

- Gold hedge? - I never heard of it.

- Danny Chun's deal.

Ran it through the fund manager, I thought.

- Yeah, I mean, if he did, it was some kind of

state secret, which is weird.

I mean, he doesn't need to clear any of his trades.

He's got his own book of business.

He can do what he wants.

- OK, we're talking about 25 million

in gold bullion that was stolen from JFK this morning.

- Thieves came in hot.

Four people are dead.

- Oh, my God.

- Why didn't you badge in for work this morning, Mr. Boyles?

- I was sneaking away to play some golf

with clients in South Carolina.

- Yeah?

Maybe you were getting ready to bounce out of the country.

- It's the truth. - I had nothing to do with this.

Why would I steal from the hand that pays me

an obscene amount of money?

- All right, so Boyles' alibi checks out.

His flight was chartered to South Carolina

for an investor meeting.

So what are we missing here?

- He said Danny Chun's gold trade

- might have been made in secret. - Yes, he did.

That was suspect.

Something fishy is going on at this firm.

Would be nice to get a wire up on their phones.

Whoever set this up will make a mistake.

I'm gonna make a call.

- Jubal? - Yep.

- Got a hit on the truck.

- OK, great. Eyes up.

- Now here's a truck headed west to JFK

just before the heist.

And here it is heading east from JFK immediately after.

See these shiny new holes punched in the truck's siding?

- Bullet holes.

Very good. Can we track it?

- Already on it.

[keyboard clacking]

- OK.

Yeah.

Here we go.

Where are they pulling, and where is that?

- Got it.

Industrial parking lot, East Garden City.

- OK, here's our crew.

You gonna take your mask off for me, buddy?

Give us a shot at facial rec?

Take that as a no.

All right, get Maggie and OA down to that parking lot.

[suspenseful music]

- They picked a good dump spot.

Had enough time to burn itself out.

- There's no way we're gonna get DNA or fingerprints

out of that cab.

- So they capped the security camera,

moved the gold to a second vehicle.

I doubt any witnesses drove by.

There's no other cameras around, either.

- [sighs]

They scratched the vehicle identification number off.

- They've done this before, whoever they are.

- All right, call ERT. - Get them down here.

Maybe they can get a CVIN off the engine block.

- Jubal. - Yeah?

- Box truck was reported stolen

36 hours ago from a moving company in Harlem.

It was street parked overnight.

Easy target for our rip crew.

- Any street cams at the location?

Maybe we can ID our truck thieves.

- The actual theft's in a blind spot.

But it does reappear around here.

Still, no good angles.

So, looks like we'll have to make one.

For a second, the truck is opposite

to this smoke shop window when it makes a right turn.

Might be able to peel off the reflection like...

This.

- You angling for a bonus?

That should be enough for facial rec, yeah?

- Yep.

He doesn't pop in the FBI databases.

Jubal, he's on Interpol.

- His name is Samuel Baptiste,

leader of a violent Haitian rip crew known as Bascote Six.

We've been hunting for him for over two years.

- And how did he sneak into the US?

- He must have used a false passport

to slip Interpol's surveillance.

That is our failing.

- Well, he's our problem now.

- Baptiste's crew hits high value targets.

The proceeds fund the gang insurrection

against the Haitian government.

Port-au-Prince is a war zone these days,

thanks to people like them.

- In other words, these guys can inflict

a lot of pain with 25 mil.

- Well, they had to have local resources

to pull off a job like this.

- Yes, our intel shows Baptiste has a cousin

in New York named Rose Girard.

- Yep, got an address.

Cousin owns a house out in Suffolk County,

and she's got priors.

Baptiste's gang could be based there.

- Approach with extreme caution.

Bascote Six has been known to take hostages.

- Copy. - SWAT is in position, Maggie.

- We don't have visual confirmation on Baptiste.

- Well, there's only one way to find out.

- Scola, you got movement?

- Negative. Nothing out back.

- We need to move while we have the advantage.

- OK, let's do this.

Single point of entry, breach from the front.

And, remember, Baptiste doesn't work alone.

Expect multiple hostiles.

- Copy. On the move.

[tense music]

- Let's go.

♪

♪

- FBI!

I got a body.

Looks like Baptiste.

Got some more.

Guy from the hedge fund.

- Danny Chun?

- Yeah.

♪

[exhales] Clay.

- Clear. - Bedroom's clear.

- Clear.

- Get to the kitchen.

♪

- Oh, my God.

- Gold's gone.

- Yeah, they took out the whole crew, too.

- Who are "they"?

- Well, that's what we got to figure out.

♪

- Hey, guys. It's confirmed.

The guns in the basement were a match for the JFK heist.

- OK, we got a positive ID on Baptiste, too.

- We interviewed Danny Chun earlier.

Guess that answers who the inside man was

at Second Point Capital.

- But why put this in motion at all?

- It's got to be a tale as old as time, right?

Greed.

We got a burner here.

Dark web. Yeah.

So Chun was communicating with the Haitians

the whole time... that's how he set it up.

- So who ripped off this crew?

- It was more than one person.

See these four zip tied,

single shot to the head, precise.

- With 9 millimeter.

- But Baptiste over here

was shot multiple times in the doorway, not tied up, messy.

- OK. - Yeah, there's .357 SIGs here.

You got .45s over in this corner.

I mean, these guys unloaded.

- Three different guns, multiple shooters.

- We're dealing with a rival crew.

- OK, so the bigger fish get a drop on this crew,

tie them up, but Baptiste arrives late.

- Big fish take him out. - Right.

- That's what the crime scene says.

- Well, this rival crew,

they're not ruthless like Baptiste.

- No, you're right. - Why zip tie the Haitians

if you're just going to murder them?

- Plan was to grab the gold and go,

but before they can even get in and out...

- Baptiste surprises them. - Now they got to kill everybody.

- Right, so there'd be no witnesses.

Well, they'll likely regret what they were forced to do.

- Mm, they're gonna be spinning out.

Maybe they'll make a mistake.

- Hopefully.

- I need to get some air.

[dramatic music]

♪

Clay, what the hell were you doing at my crime scene?

- Hey, take it easy, brother.

Same thing as you, following a lead.

I didn't kill those guys.

- Yeah, if I thought you did,

you'd be in a cell at 26 Fed right now.

I know how I got there, Clay. How about you?

- Second Point Capital, hedge fund.

They hired Pyramid to figure out who in their house

was leaking details of the gold shipment.

- So you were trailing Danny Chun.

- Tracked him right to the house.

I went in, saw what you saw, honest.

- OK, if you want to have an honest conversation,

have your Pyramid goons stand down.

- Look, O.

I'm your informant, right?

We can do this case together.

- No, you tell me everything you know right now.

- Or what?

- You want to find out? - Oh, boy.

- [laughs] - Where's the gold, Clay?

- Hey, man, listen, if I knew that,

I'd be spending my bonus right now, man.

- OK, you want to keep telling jokes,

I'm sure the AUSA would love to crawl right up your...

- All right, all right. - All right, look.

On the level, I got to the house.

Those dudes had just been smoked.

One of them still had a little life in them.

He told me, "They knew we were here."

- That's it? - That's it.

I swear.

Last words, island accent.

- [sighs] So they were under surveillance.

- Yeah, I'd sweep the place myself,

but your G-men got it locked up pretty tight over there.

- OK, one last thing... - your weapon.

- [chuckles]

- For real? - Oh, yeah.

- You met with Clay?

OA, so you called a private meeting

with a potential suspect off book.

- He's not a potential suspect. - That's not your call to make.

- He handed over his weapon. - Ballistics is clearing it now.

That is not the actions of a guilty man.

And I checked with the hedge fund.

They confirmed they hired Pyramid Security

to do an internal investigation.

- Isobel needs to know.

[scanner beeps]

- Hold this.

Of course she does, but she is going to tell you

the same thing.

Clay is more valuable in play than he is in the penalty box.

Come on, come on.

See?

Pretty sophisticated listening device.

- Well, parts are off the shelf.

Likely black market.

Similar to the lamp phone attack.

This one transmits using radio frequency.

So we are talking about a short leash, 300 feet max.

- All right, so it has to be close.

Maybe a nearby house, right?

- Or a car with an aftermarket antenna.

- Right. - No cameras on this street.

I got one on the next street over.

- OK.

- Yeah, this station wagon,

it's got the right antenna to receive

- a low range transmission. - Yeah? OK.

Can we scrub it, rewind it, see if we can see the owner?

- Yeah. - OK, here we go.

Yeah, rewind.

Pause it there.

Zoom in there.

That should be enough, yeah?

[computer chirps]

- Yep. Got a hit.

Comes back to a woman out of Patchogue.

Makes organic honey.

Name is Laura Thompson.

[distant train horn blares]

- All right, just a hunch,

but I'm thinking a Long Island beekeeper

did not take out an entire Haitian rip crew.

[phone buzzing]

[sighs]

- Everything OK? - Oh, yeah.

No, it's just a daycare snafu.

Nina's on it.

- Hmm. - She takes care of things, huh?

- Um, yeah, some of them, you know?

Today, it's her turn. But we're partners.

- Are you profiling me right now? - No.

- We got movement.

[shutter clicking]

- Her boyfriend's the big fish.

And he's got a badge.

[tense music]

- Uh, Jubal?

You know that Haitian rip crew?

I think they might have been taken out by a cop.

♪

- The trail has led us to Detective John Lettieri,

23 years on the force,

the recipient of the Police Combat Cross.

Not quite the resume of a dirty cop.

Elise?

- Lettieri was the leader of an elite

four-person special operations gang unit for nine years.

They ran their own ops without any direct supervision.

Detectives John LeDoit, Brian Jones, and Debbie Whittle,

all decorated officers in Suffolk County.

They have a laundry list of successful busts

against local gangs, stellar performance reviews,

commendations, no red flags.

- Is there any chance this bug is part of

- a legitimate investigation? - Well...

- I checked in with Suffolk County.

No active warrants on that house,

but it is a site of suspected gang activity

where Lettieri's squad has multiple investigations.

- Yeah, it's still possible Lettieri's team covertly placed

an unauthorized listening device in there

to develop intel to push their cases forward.

- Until, what, a jackpot lands in their lap?

- Why else wouldn't they come forward after the shooting?

- We still do not have the why.

We're missing something.

Listen, these are elite police officers we're running down.

We've got to get it right.

- Can we get up on their phones, do you think?

- We don't have enough for a warrant.

- All right, so what about Lettieri's girlfriend?

We pick her up. We brace her.

Maybe she gives us something that cracks this open.

- Yeah, all right.

Get her off the streets quietly.

Do not let her tip her boyfriend off.

- Yeah.

- No, there's no way John is connected to any...

- Here's how this works, Ms. Thompson.

You can cooperate,

or you can become a subject of this investigation.

- [scoffing] - John's a police officer.

I know my rights. I don't have to answer...

- Your car was observed surveilling

that safe house two days ago.

We have you on video dropping the car off.

- I-I have nothing to do with this.

- Look, you're an accessory at the very least here.

Look, what do you think, Ortiz?

You think AUSA is gonna pursue federal asset forfeitures

against Ms. Thompson here, like maybe take her house?

- Given the severity of the crime, yes.

Your car was involved.

Maybe your house and business were, too.

- Or you could just tell us what you know.

Your boyfriend's a decorated officer.

Why do this now?

- Look, I'm not saying he had anything to do with this, but...

if John and his team

were to pull off something like this,

it'd be because of that hedge fund.

- Second Point Capital.

[soft dramatic music]

How so?

- Five years ago, the county's pension

invested in those crooks.

John was the PD rep on the investment board.

He said that Second Point promised them

market-beating returns.

- Let me guess. - They didn't deliver?

- They lost the pension billions.

Of course, the hedge fund guys made out just fine.

[sighs]

John had plans.

Buy a boat, place in the Keys, whole nine yards, whatever.

It's cheesy, but he earned it.

Second Point Capital robbed him.

Robbed all of them.

If John and those guys saw a chance at payback

all those years later, well,

those Wall Street pricks got what was coming to them.

♪

[door buzzes]

- Wow, a disgrace to his shield.

- It's not that simple.

These officers dedicated their lives to their job,

protected their community for years.

And for what?

To get ripped off by a greedy hedge fund.

- Right, it's not a crime to them.

It's justice.

- Multiple murders is not justice.

- I agree.

- OK, but we need hard evidence

that puts these cops at the scene.

- Outside shell casings.

ERT didn't recover anything at the Haitian safe house.

No DNA, no prints.

- It's 'cause they can wipe a place clean.

This isn't gonna be easy.

- OK, what if it's about what wasn't there?

- OK, but now not as a riddle?

- They have $25 million in stolen gold

that they can't offload until they melt it down, right?

- Wait a second, so they stole something that they can't sell.

- Not quickly.

Gives us a chance to get close to them

before they convert it to cash and disappear.

- So go undercover with dirty cops?

No, they'll see us coming a mile away.

- Leave that to me.

- We can't use anyone from the New York field office.

It's too risky. They could be recognized.

Normally, we would fly in another undercover

from a different division fully backstopped.

Given the exigent circumstances,

we don't have that time.

And that's where you come in, Mr. Voss.

- Oh, running secret squirrel ops with Omar?

- [laughs] Hell yeah, I'm in. - Clay.

- I'm well-aware of your relationship

with Special Agent Zidan and what transpired earlier today.

I also understand that you have provided this office

actionable intel

and are situated to help us on this case.

But make no mistake.

You work for the FBI, not Pyramid Security,

and you are not downrange in Afghanistan.

- Understood, ma'am.

- Now, we have pinged two of the cops

to a dive bar in West Sayville.

You will go in undercover.

Your job is to gather intel

proving that they are behind the hit on the Haitians.

- More specifically, we need you to get eyes

on the stolen gold shipment.

We're gonna wire you.

- Ah, no wires.

I don't have a death wish.

- OK.

Maybe we can get Ian to piggyback

the bar's security cameras, get eyes and ears that way.

- Then we just need you to shake the tree,

just secure us a good backstop.

- Or we could give them a bear hug.

- Like in Tikrit? - Absolutely not.

- Eh, could work.

And you know it.

- What the hell is a bear hug?

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- You don't think he can do it.

- It's not that.

It's the...

- OK, listen.

My last tour...

- Yeah.

- My platoon had a Afghan source go south.

He set us up.

We got ambushed, and in the fight,

I got separated with one of my guys.

The Taliban captured us, imprisoned us in a compound,

beatings daily.

Barely any food or water for 22 days.

Noah didn't make it.

And I thought I was gonna die in that cell, too.

- So what happened?

- Day 23,

Clay's platoon raids the compound.

He's the first through the door.

Gets winged by a bullet as he takes out two of my captors.

And I come to find out later

that he never got the green light to hit the spot.

He took a platoon and mounted a rescue mission on his own

for me.

It's not about the trust between us, Maggie.

It is more than that.

It's loyalty. It's a debt.

He may play fast and loose.

I get that, but...

I owe Clay Voss my life.

♪

[vehicle whooshes]

- [sighs]

[tense music]

♪

- We're closed. - We don't open till 4:00.

- Oh, it's 4 o'clock somewhere, bro.

What y'all got on tap?

- There's a pub open down the street.

Why don't you take your business there?

- Hey, John Lettieri.

That's you, right?

Yeah, I think...

you know, I think you might have lost something.

Yeah.

♪

Probably want that back, huh?

- I don't know what that is.

You some sort of Fed?

- No, no, but I'm headed there next,

unless you boys want to play ball.

- Again,

I don't know what you're talking about and what you're going on...

- 25 mil in stolen gold.

Haitian thieves executed at a safe house 17 miles from here,

and this bug I found at the hideout

that took me three hours to trace back to a, um...

a Laura Thompson.

♪

Then back to you, Detective.

That's what I'm on.

Yeah, you guys had it sewed up pretty tight.

- I admit, this guy's better than I expected.

- I got to tell you,

I thought you sealed yourselves off.

You almost did.

Almost. Oh.

No wire. Welcome.

Whoa, whoa. OK, all right.

Hey, hey, look.

- OK, we've got to move. - No, Maggie, wait.

- We wait any longer, Clay's dead.

- Give him time to work, please.

- OK, all right.

You want to play hard? All right, I got you.

Pyramid Security, all right?

My team.

We got the contract to figure out who pulled off that heist.

And our client is out for blood, Old Testament-style.

Like, I mean, that's why I'm here.

Technically, still on the clock.

However, I am a very reasonable guy.

So either you work with me, or I show this photo to the FBI.

♪

- What do you want?

- A taste.

But I'm not that greedy.

5 mil, the bug stays between us.

- Hell no. Waste him now.

- OA, this is insane.

- He's got this.

- You think I walked in here without insurance?

I have an email set to auto send.

If I'm not allowed to cancel it,

this photo, along with your names and faces,

gets sent out wide.

Eastern District would love to chomp you boys up.

♪

- Follow us.

♪

[tense music]

- Walking out.

- They're taking him to the stash house.

- Hey, Jubal, target's on the move.

- That is how you do a bear hug.

♪

- All right, thanks to Clay, we have enough

to fast track a warrant and get up on the cops' phones.

- Great, great, great.

Maggie, OA, tail them, but give them plenty of space

to avoid detection, all right?

- Copy.

- All right, we're up on Clay's cell.

He just turned east on Pitkin.

- No, target's made a U-ie. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Correction, cops are now heading west on Pitkin.

They must be running counter surveil.

Eyes up, people.

- I don't see them. - No visual, Jubal.

- We... we still got them. - Yeah, they just passed you.

[tires squealing]

- They've been made.

[dramatic music]

- Need to catch up.

♪

- Jubal, I'm telling you, they didn't pass us.

- According to our map, they're ahead of your position.

They're stopping right now on Pitkin and Strauss.

♪

- I don't see them. - No sign of the SUV or Clay.

- You are right on top of them.

- What the hell?

- Don't move. Stay here.

- Clay's phone.

- The cops tossed Clay's phone.

- Just got a data dump from the other cops.

Text messages.

Look at this.

- OK.

Yeah. All right, guys, listen up.

Lettieri's last text to his squad was six minutes ago.

It says, "We're burned.

1034, meet at the spot. It's time to fly."

1034 is Suffolk County PD code, suspicious person.

- They're gonna kill him. - They're gonna kill Clay.

Get in. I'll drive. Come on.

- OA. - I'm not waiting. Come on.

- Stop. Please, listen to me.

I understand your loyalty to Clay.

I do.

When I took Ella in, I thought it was because I owed Jessica,

and that was my mistake.

My loyalty was my blind spot.

And I'm worried that you have the same blind spot with Clay.

You might not be seeing the full picture here.

- You think Clay's playing us?

- I don't know.

- OK, but whatever is going on, it is still 4 to 1,

and they are gonna kill him.

Get in the car, or I'm leaving without you.

Please.

♪

[tires screech]

- If we want to save Clay's life,

we're gonna have to figure out where they're heading.

Let's talk about these dirty cops.

- Well, we're tracking their credit cards,

trying to find a nexus anywhere.

- OK, well, what about connections,

exes, family, homes, anything?

10-mile radius. Ian?

- Still coming up empty.

- OK, look, folks... - Wait.

One of our cops, Brian Jones, works a second job,

security at a storage facility three miles west

- of Clay's last known location. - OK.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good a place as any to hide 25 mil in stolen gold.

- Yeah, get that location to all the teams

and loop in Suffolk County brass.

- Yeah. - It's time to let them know

they've got dirt inside their house.

♪

- I have eyes on Whittle and LeDoit.

- FBI! Get on the ground now!

- Hey!

[gunshots]

Back! Get back!

- [gunshots] - I got to get in there.

- No, you can't move yet. - It's not safe.

- I got you. Get behind me.

♪

[gunshots]

- I'm going in.

[gunshots]

- Ready? - Yeah.

- On my six.

[gunshots]

- Second floor clear. - Heading up to four.

- First floor clear. - Moving up to three.

[gun clicks]

- Fourth floor clear.

[gun clicks, clatters]

- [groans]

- OA, I have Jones.

- Copy that. Coming to you.

- [grunts] - Where is Lettieri?

- I have a gunshot wound to the chest.

I need an ambo immediately.

- Where is he?

♪

- OA.

Hey. OA!

- [grunts]

- On the ground! - Get on the ground!

- On the ground now!

- Get on the ground! - Hands behind your back.

♪

[tense music]

♪

- Clay.

Thank God. You're OK.

- This son of a bitch shot my partner in cold blood.

- Shut up! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, hey. It's over, man.

Lower your weapon.

- It's over. - Don't be a Boy Scout, Omar.

♪

- Clay.

- I'm walking out of here, right?

[tense music]

What I need you to do is give me five minutes

to load that truck up, and I'ma escape.

- I can't let you do that. - Why?

'Cause that badge you're wearing, huh?

After what we've been through?

- I'm not gonna ask you again. - Lower your weapon.

- You know what?

I knew you would say that.

Had to give you a shot, playboy.

- No.

It was you.

You tossed your phone.

You cut our surveillance.

♪

I can't let you walk again.

- Sure you can, huh?

This 25 mil, this gets me out forever.

All right?

No more orders.

No more "yes, sir."

A new life.

My own life.

- It doesn't work like that.

You got to earn that!

- Yeah. Maybe.

But you owe me.

- Clay,

this isn't you.

You saved my life.

Clay, you dropped into enemy territory.

You risked it all for me, man.

- Yeah.

Like I said, you owe me!

♪

[both grunting]

I'm not going to prison.

[gunshot]

- OA?

- Clay.

[somber music]

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

Clay, Clay, Clay!

♪

- Jubal, it's over.

♪

- 10 dead, including two federal agents.

- We only wanted what we had earned for 22 years of service,

what was rightfully ours.

Nobody... nobody was supposed to die.

- Well, that doesn't matter much now, does it?

- It does to me.

- No.

Whatever honor you had, you forfeited.

What that hedge fund stole from you, it was unconscionable.

But what you did today,

families just like yours were ripped apart.

And that is on you.

You took an oath.

This job, it's about sacrifice every day

for something nobler than yourself.

You're a disgrace, Detective.

[door buzzes and clicks]

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- Clay was right.

I'm a Boy Scout. I put the team first always.

That's what I always say.

It was because of what he did for me,

and I had to kill him, Maggie.

♪

- Clay knew that about you.

And he took advantage of it.

- My loyalty was my blind spot.

- It's not because of what Clay did for you.

You're loyal because it's who you are.

♪

- Yeah.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]