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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.

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.

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?

- 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!

Go, go, go, go!

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

Put down your weapon!

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.

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?

Honestly, rather just
keep shooting right now.

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

I know.

- Come on. Go again?
- Mm.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Let's go.

FBI!

I got a body.

Looks like Baptiste.

Got some more.

Guy from the hedge fund.

Danny Chun?

Yeah.

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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

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?

Yep. Got a hit.

Comes back to a woman
out of Patchogue.

Makes organic honey.

Name is Laura Thompson.

All right, just a hunch,

but I'm thinking a
Long Island beekeeper

did not take out an
entire Haitian rip crew.

- 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.

Her boyfriend's the big fish.

And he's got a badge.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

- 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?

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.

- 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.

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.

They've been made.

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.

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!

Back! Get back!

I got to get in there.

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

I got you. Get behind me.

I'm going in.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

On my six.

- Second floor clear.
- Heading up to four.

- First floor clear.
- Moving up to three.

Fourth floor clear.

OA, I have Jones.

Copy that. Coming to you.

Where is Lettieri?

I have a gunshot
wound to the chest.

I need an ambo immediately.

Where is he?

OA.

Hey. OA!

- On the ground!
- Get on the ground!

On the ground now!

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

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?

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!

I'm not going to prison.

OA?

Clay.

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.

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.