Hey, sorry to keep you waiting.
- No worries.
- Whew.
Double espresso, almond milk.
Thank you.
- You're wearing the scarf.
- Oh, yeah.
Of course. I love it.
You look good.
I'm gonna wear anything you give me.
- Plus, it's cold out.
- Yeah, what happened?
- [g*nsh*t]
- [GRUNTS]
Oh, je... Jesus.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[PANTING]
[COUGHS]
Baby, you're okay. You're okay, Rina.
Hey, this is
Special Agent Jubal Valentine.
I need an ambulance at
the block of Chamber Lane.
I have an agent who's been sh*t.
The block of Chamber Lane. Now!
♪
Hey, any luck with the witnesses?
No. Everyone heard the sh*t.
Nobody saw the sh**t.
- Okay.
- Any update on Rina?
Yeah, she's being rushed into surgery.
Hobbs is there.
Jubal, you know, we all feel
terrible that this happened.
Yeah. Yeah.
You didn't see the sh**t?
No. No.
ERT scrubbed the immediate area.
No discarded shell casing.
So the sh**t either policed
up his own brass,
or he was using a revolver.
It wouldn't have been a revolver.
He would have had to be close.
I would have seen him, so...
It could have been a sn*per.
Tiff and I'll grab some agents.
Start canvassing possible
vantage points.
Yeah.
Hey.
- Jubal.
- Yeah?
Listen, we're gonna find out
who did this.
- Yeah.
- I can arrange for you
to be taken home or directly to Rina...
- No, no.
- To check on her.
I'm good.
Jubal, I know you two were dating,
and that you were standing
right next to her
when she got sh*t.
- Protocol says that you...
- I didn't see anything,
so I'm not a good witness anyway,
so I think we can put protocol aside.
I need to stay focused on this.
I'm good. Please.
Okay. Let's get to work.
Assistant Director in Charge
Rina Trenholm
is in surgery right now...
sh*t in cold blood.
We are gonna find
the coward that did this.
What do we know?
The b*llet taken out of Agent Trenholm
was a millimeter.
There's no ballistic record on file.
millimeter is not a b*llet
associated with sniping.
Yeah, well, what else do we know?
Any cameras in the area?
We've been scrubbing
every available piece
of traffic cam footage on that street.
So far, no sign of the sh**t.
I found something interesting
when I scrubbed
Rina's door cam footage.
This guy was lurking near
Rina's house a few days ago.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
And this was just yesterday.
He appears to be following Rina
as soon as she leaves her house.
Kelly, can you get
a facial rec hit on this guy?
Yep.
Frank Castlewood. years old.
Does he have a criminal history?
Yeah. A few armed robberies.
Looks like the most recent
arrest was for mail theft.
Earned him a one-year stretch at MCC.
Got out a week ago.
He have a past with Rina?
Was she one of his arresting agents?
That's negative.
No ties to her that I can find.
So why was he following her?
Uh, yeah, there's only
one way to find out.
Did probation have an address for him?
No, but it does say in his
supervised release file
that they're about to violate
him if he doesn't supply one.
It looks like he called
their office yesterday.
I've got the burner
phone number that he used.
- Ping it.
- Okay.
Phone is currently
at a hotel on West th Street.
Go. Now. Bring his ass in.
♪
FBI. Nobody move!
Hands where I can see them.
Come on. Get out. Let's go.
Sit on the bed.
- Hey, come here. Let's go.
- Have a seat.
On the bed.
- Where's Castlewood?
- Frank?
Uh, he just left about minutes ago.
- What's this about?
- [RINGTONE PLAYING]
How do you know Frank?
We met him a couple days ago at a bar.
[RINGTONE PLAYING]
Number's a match.
Why'd Frank leave his phone?
He didn't. That's mine.
What do you mean it matches?
- You let Frank use your phone?
- Only once.
He said he had to call
his probation officer.
♪
Frank have a g*n?
Yeah. A little p*stol.
Did he say where he was going?
To get cigarettes and to meet some guy.
He said it wouldn't be long.
It's just down the street.
Right. Stay with these two.
We're gonna start a grid search
in the surrounding area.
Okay, he couldn't have gotten far
if he just left minutes ago.
True.
Castlewood!
FBI. We wanna talk to you. Hey!
[g*nshots]
sh*ts fired.
In full pursuit of suspect
eastbound from our location.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
I got you.
Go, go!
Put your g*n down. Now.
Okay! Okay! Everybody relax.
Listen to her, Frank. Put it down!
Now get your hands up nice and high.
Okay.
Where'd you get this money from?
♪
- Hey, Jubal.
- Yeah?
Ballistics already came back
on Castlewood's millimeter.
Okay. And?
g*n's not a match to the one
that sh*t Rina.
Okay, well, we saw the way
he was stalking her.
We know he's involved.
Uh... oh, sorry.
[STAMMERS]
Isobel said that it would be better
if we went in there without you.
Look, Rina's fighting for her life.
I'm gonna fight to make a case
against the guy who sh*t her.
We care about Rina, too, Jubal.
We just gotta protect the case, right?
Okay, look, I get it,
but I-I-I'm going in.
Hey, Elise. Where's Jubal?
Interviewing Castlewood.
Do you want me to go grab him?
Um, no. No thanks.
Of course you did,
and that's why you sh*t at us.
I sh*t in the air so I could run.
Wasn't trying to hit anyone.
Oh, come on, Frank.
You think the jury's gonna believe that?
Look, I saw something
about this on the news.
Happened in the morning, right?
You know exactly when this happened,
so please do not insult us by pretending
that you saw it on the news, okay?
I keep telling you,
you got the wrong guy.
I was sitting in a hotel cafe
this morning
eating my breakfast.
I saw it on their TV.
Can't be in two places at once.
All right? Check with the waitress.
She'll remember me.
I left her a fat tip.
We have you on camera
following our agent.
Even if you weren't the sh**t,
you were definitely helping whoever was.
If you're gonna keep
telling me that I'm lying,
why are we even talking?
Ain't I supposed to have
a lawyer present for this?
What if we drop the attempted
m*rder charge
for sh**ting at these two?
Jubal, what are you doing?
Oh, you can do that?
You can make this case go away.
- I mean we'd have to talk...
- Yeah. I can do that.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Tell me who the sh**t was.
All I can tell you is that
I'm not the sh**t.
All I did was follow the woman
and make a log of her daily routine.
Okay. For who?
Can't say.
Look, on my mother's grave,
I didn't know she was gonna get sh*t.
Is that where you got the money from?
From whoever asked you to follow her?
♪
This deal is still on the table,
but it's not gonna be for long. Tell me.
Who paid you to follow her?
All right.
You write out the deal
right here, right now,
I'll tell you everything I know,
but I want to be absolved of all crimes.
Past. Future.
No more supervised release.
Okay, I gotta talk to the
US attorney's office first.
All right. You know what?
I'm done talking for good.
- I want a lawyer now.
- You don't. Trust me.
Keep talking, okay?
We're gonna work something out here.
- I'm done talking.
- Okay, Jubal...
- Tell me who it was now.
- Lawyer. Now.
- Tell me who it was!
- Jubal.
Yeah.
♪
We gotta walk out. It's done.
He asked for a lawyer.
Even if he said something
relevant right now,
the court'd dismiss it.
Yeah.
His alibi checks out.
Yeah, okay. But still...
Jubal, you crossed the line in there.
He asked for a lawyer.
Yeah. Okay. I hear you.
Maybe I was pushing too hard.
What's going on?
Um.
Rina has a brain hemorrhage.
[APPREHENSIVE MUSIC]
- Jubal...
- I made a mistake in there.
It won't happen again.
♪
All right. Clock is ticking.
We know Castlewood was not the sh**t,
but he gave information
to the man who was.
So let's connect those dots.
What do we know?
I've been scrubbing street cam footage,
retracing Castlewood's steps
after he left his lady friends
in that hotel this morning.
Found some street cam
footage of him talking to a guy
a few blocks from the hotel.
Oh, yeah, okay.
That's... yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay, wait. Pause it there. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay. Did you run facial rec?
Yes. Ex-marine. Name is Logan Winters.
Looks like A*F was recently
working a case on the guy.
Yeah? Okay.
Steve, what's A*F's interest
in Logan Winters?
Yeah, two years ago,
Winters was arrested
by our New York office for
a federal weapons violation.
Well, that crime has a stiff sentence.
Why is he still on the street?
Shows he was arrested, convicted,
but then b*at the case on appeal.
Do we have an address
or a phone we can ping?
No, nothing in the system,
but here's something
that's probably pertinent.
Looks like Castlewood
and Winters were both together
at the Metropolitan
Correctional Center this year.
Housed together prior to Winters
having his case overturned.
Okay, unless I'm missing something,
neither of them did time on a case
that would indicate
a grudge against the FBI.
Yeah, or Rina.
Okay, so now, we've got
more questions than answers.
How do we remedy that?
Okay, Steve, I need to see
the case file.
Yeah, I'm trying to access it,
but the system's shutting me out.
Looks like it's got restricted
access for some reason.
"For case agents' eyes only."
Why would they seal an old case file?
- I'm not sure.
- Okay.
Case agent is Sanchez.
- Get a hold of him.
- Yeah.
Maggie. OA. Talk to the case agent.
- Get some answers.
- Okay.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[SIGHS] Winters is no joke.
Believed to be responsible for a handful
of assassinations in South America.
He trying to take out a fed?
That's a lot of heat.
Don't see why he would do
something like that.
That's why we need your
investigative files on him.
I can't do that.
That's for internal review only.
Part of a bigger case.
Is it bigger than our agent getting sh*t
in front of her house in broad daylight?
Look, I understand the importance
of your investigation,
so I'm willing to tell you
everything that's relevant
to your needs,
but that file stays sealed,
so just ask me what you need to know.
Do you have a last
known address on Winters?
That's a no.
What about known associates?
Maybe that can help us track him down.
- I do, but it's complicated.
- Well, what does that mean?
It means that I want to help,
but I don't want to blow a case
that I've been working on for two years.
I don't even know why we're doing this.
Your deputy director
is Tom Parsons, correct?
What about him?
I served in Afghanistan with him.
I'm gonna give him a call
and see how he feels
about you stonewalling us.
[LINE TRILLING]
Okay, okay.
Winters has an associate
by the name of Bill McCain.
He owns a private g*n club in Brooklyn.
During our investigation, we've
seen Winters make daily visits.
From what I understand,
the two of them are close.
Does he still frequent the place?
He did as of two days ago,
but just do me a favor.
If you jam Winters,
do it away from the g*n store.
Understood. Address?
Bill McCain is my primary target.
The dude is responsible
for flooding the country
with a bunch of untraceable ghost g*ns,
so if he gets nervous and rabbits,
that's two years' worth of work
down the drain.
Yeah, even your big sh*t friend
Deputy Director Parsons
will be pissed, if that happens.
You didn't really work
with his boss, did you?
No.
Man, I don't know
how this place stays open.
There's not been anybody in or out,
for the last three hours.
Going in the online reviews,
it only gets two stars.
Lots of comments about the
owner being a bit of an ass.
Well, I guess when you got
a lot of g*ns,
you can afford to have
a lot of attitude.
[PHONE RINGS]
What's up?
It's an update from Jubal on Rina.
Doctors are doing their best,
but it's an uphill battle.
If I was Winters,
I would be heading for
the border, not a g*n store.
We're tracking all the borders
and flight manifests.
If he's our sh**t,
I'm sure he's aware of that.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
There he is. Heads up.
Our target just pulled in
driving a late model Chevy Malibu.
Stand by for plates.
Yeah. We got a New York plate.
Sierra Papa Victor .
- Kelly, run that plate.
- Copy that.
- Are you sure it's Winters?
- Affirmative.
Looks like he's on his own.
Hey, Scola, we're gonna stand our ground
unless you tell us otherwise.
Okay. Copy.
When we announce ourselves,
you and OA pull up hot.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[BELL RINGING]
♪
Okay. There's a train coming.
Get ready to hop out when he bails.
[TRAIN HORN BLARING]
- No, no, no, no.
- You're not gonna make it!
[GRUNTS]
[TIRES SCREECH]
[TRAIN HORN BLARES]
Damn it.
Damn it!
Jubal, we lost him.
What do you mean you lost him?
Are you serious?
Kelly, where are we with that plate?
It's a rental out of Brooklyn.
Okay, good. Is the GPS accessible?
Looks like he disabled it.
I'm gonna try
to turn it back on remotely.
- Got it.
- Yeah? It's him?
- We got him?
- It's him.
All right. We're getting his location!
♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Okay, so the building is owned
by the same shell corporation
that rented the vehicle,
most likely set up by Winters.
It's probably where he lays his head,
- so assume it's fortified.
- Copy that.
Blue team, secure the rear.
♪
Hey!
- We've got eyes on Winters.
- He's heading to the roof.
Stop! Hey!
- [g*nsh*t]
- [GROANS]
Agent down. Maggie, where are you hit?
Talk to me, Maggie. You okay?
[COUGHS] No.
I don't see a sh**t.
♪
Talk to me, Maggie.
Talk to me, Maggie. You okay?
- [MAGGIE GRUNTS]
- Come on. Come on. Come on.
Hey.
How you feeling?
Vest did its job. I'm fine.
The b*llet didn't penetrate
the vest, but she's got
some bruised ribs
as well as a mild concussion.
- My advice is roll her to a hospital.
- Yeah. Thank you.
All due respect,
I'm not going to the hospital.
Maggie, can we just slow down?
I thought I almost lost you,
for a second.
Yeah. Yeah. That was scary.
Look, I don't want
to get into that right now.
Did we lose Winters?
Yeah, but we are scrubbing
traffic and surveillance cams.
No sign of him.
Hey, so what is this thing?
Some sort of remote-control machine g*n?
I don't know for sure,
other than it looks like
a pretty sophisticated device.
Software processing boards
inside are cutting edge.
What makes it work and how
sophisticated is a mystery
because unfortunately,
OA did a number on it.
Good thing he did,
or else it would have kept sh**ting.
No doubt, but if it wasn't damaged,
I'd be able to track
some of these components.
Maybe use that
to help track down Winters.
You know, this thing
was hidden in plain sight.
I might be able to help with that.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
Right there.
- It looks exactly the same.
- Right?
I'm betting that's by design.
An electrical box
isn't gonna raise any eyebrows.
Makes sense why Jubal
didn't see a sh**t.
Ian, how's it coming?
The device outside
Rina's home is kind of genius.
In a bad way. Take a look at this.
The camera on this thing
searches for a facial rec hit
then uses that alert
to trigger the device.
Interesting side note,
the same kind of device
was recently used in Iran
to k*ll a nuclear scientist.
Okay, so facial rec.
That means somebody
input Rina's face, yeah?
It wasn't just her face.
What do you mean?
[MECHANICAL WHIRRING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
It was yours and a dozen others.
All the...
♪
Our... our families?
Okay, if Jubal's face was in there,
why didn't it sh**t him as well?
The magazine jammed.
That's why Tiff and Scola
weren't sh*t either.
All right.
Okay, we're gonna get
agents out in the field.
Make sure our families
are sheltered in place.
- Yeah.
- Where are you going?
I'm gonna go talk to Castlewood.
He knows what's going on.
No. He has lawyered up.
You going into that interview room angry
is only gonna make things worse.
We're gonna find Winters.
I promise you that, and Castlewood?
He will be charged for his
involvement in all of this.
Right now, you go down to the
hospital and check on Rina.
Be there for her
when she comes out of surgery.
That's an order, not a request.
♪
You took photos of us, of our families,
and you gave them to Winters.
Does that mean there are
more devices out there?
I'm not gonna let him answer that.
If Agent Trenholm dies,
or anyone else for that matter,
you know he is looking at life.
Then make the deal I'm asking for.
The best I can do is ask the AUSA
to shave a little time
off of his sentence,
but you know damn well nobody
is gonna make the deal he's asking for.
I think we should talk
about our offer in private.
No. No!
That doesn't work for me.
Look, if I run my mouth
and still go to jail,
even if it's for a month,
even if I'm in protective
custody, he's gonna find me.
- I'm as good as dead.
- You're talking about Winters.
No.
Winters is a walk in the park
compared to the guy we're working for.
You know what? Forget it.
It ain't worth dying over.
I'll take my chances at trial.
♪
- Hey.
- Hey, hey. Anything new?
- Just talked to the nurse.
- Yeah?
It's still a few hours
before they'll know
- anything substantive.
- Yeah.
That's her ex-husband over there.
You two already know each other.
Yeah. We've met a few times.
The way he's looking
over here, I'm guessing
it wasn't a good experience
for either of you.
Yeah, well, I'm kind of the reason
for his divorce, so.
All right, well, he's been
asking for an update.
Just wait here. I'll take care of it.
Yeah, no. I got it. I got it. Thanks.
All right.
Hey.
How's she doing? What do we know?
Well, there's not too
many details at the moment.
The doctors are doing
everything they can.
We're just gonna have
to be patient, I guess.
So what happened?
Um.
Well, I mean,
I can't talk to you about...
For God's sakes, Jubal.
She was my wife for ten years.
Just tell me what the hell happened.
Yeah, um, you know,
we were outside her brownstone,
we're about to go to work, and then...
It was just, you know,
it was out of nowhere.
This g*nsh*t and...
And then she went down.
That's... you know.
♪
We're working under the assumption
that there are more
AI devices out there.
Good news is, all of our family members
are safe and accounted for.
For now, I need you both to avoid
all of your daily routines and habits.
We all need to wear
facial coverings while out
in certain parts of the field.
Anything to throw off
the facial rec software
until we can figure out
what the hell we're up against.
Oh, hey.
Hey. How's she doing?
She's still in surgery.
It's too soon to tell.
- How are you?
- Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks.
Do you guys mind giving us a second?
- Of course.
- Yeah.
- Jubal.
- Yeah?
I thought I asked you
to wait at the hospital.
You did, but I'm not a doctor.
I can't do anything there.
What I can do is try to figure
out how to protect my kids.
I need to be here, Isobel.
Okay, but you are on a very short leash.
Okay. Fine. Any update?
No... Castlewood isn't cooperating,
but he did allude
to someone behind Winters.
Someone he is scared of more than us.
So if that's true, we don't even know
who the sh*t-caller is.
These guys are just a bunch of pawns.
We need to talk to Winters' friend,
the g*n shop owner McCain.
A*F wants us to stay away,
and we don't have a warrant
to kick their door in.
Well, give me ten minutes. I'll get one.
♪
FBI!
Place is clear.
Then where the hell's McCain?
His car's still outside.
- Let's do another sweep.
- Sounds good.
What the hell are you guys doing?
We had an agreement.
I've been sitting on the block
watching this place
when you guys just rolled up
and busted through the door.
Okay, we really didn't have a choice.
My partner was just sh*t,
and they are gunning
for our kids and family members,
so I don't know
what you want me to tell you.
I'm sorry. I didn't know.
You could have just...
If there was time to track
you down, I would have,
but right now,
we have to find this sh**t
before more agents are sh*t,
you understand?
Well, was it worth it?
No. It wasn't.
He's not even here.
Been sitting out front for hours.
He's here.
My foreman told me
about this months ago.
I've been dying to see it
with my own eyes.
Cover down.
♪
Show me your hands!
Don't sh**t. Please.
Maggie, look.
You son of a bitch.
So you manufactured
these k*ll box devices,
so you're responsible for
two federal agents being sh*t.
I had no idea. Look, I make g*ns.
I don't pull the trigger on them.
And I'm not interested in going
to jail for the people that do,
so I'm happy to talk,
if you promise to help.
Yeah, we can do that.
So let's start with where's Winters?
I don't know. I really don't.
Last time I saw him
was a couple of days ago,
and he's always switching burner phones.
How many of these devices
did he have you make for him?
Six. He took five.
The one in my shop wasn't finished yet.
Winters say why he was targeting us?
Not really.
The guy's always been a loose cannon.
I served with him in Afghanistan.
He's got a sickness.
He's always looking for a fight.
I just talked to Ian.
According to him, McCain didn't
just build those damn things.
He inserted our photos.
Yeah, I figured, but don't
confront him right now.
Not when he's giving us
the answers we need.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
You don't just target
a random team of FBI agents
whom you've never had contact with.
So he must have had a reason.
What is it?
He mentioned a client.
Not by name.
Just that this client
wanted you people dead.
Winters said the money
was too good to pass up,
and when he found out the
targets were feds he balked.
He tried to back out.
Obviously, he didn't.
Because the client wouldn't let him.
Winters is terrified of the guy.
Described him as the devil.
When he tried to back out,
the guy said he would k*ll him
and his two kids.
♪
Believe me,
Winters isn't easily spooked.
Short of God himself,
the man fears no one.
Okay, so only three
of the six AI devices
built for Winters
have been accounted for,
so we have two missions ahead of us.
We have to find them
and we have to catch Winters.
And since we're at an impasse on both,
this mysterious client is
the key to figuring it all out.
Okay, so we've been digging
deep into Winters' life, right?
Last known associates,
favorite restaurants,
his damn pets, and still nothing.
I have something.
I've been scrubbing
Winters' incarceration records.
Visitor logs, things like that,
and I came across something
concerning in his prison
housing records.
Concerning is good. What is it?
Winters was housed
in the same wing as Castlewood,
which explains their connection,
but it got me thinking about
how they're both scared
of the client, so I dug deeper.
Pulled Winters' work assignments.
He was a trustee while locked up.
He worked in the chapel at first,
but then was assigned to cleaning floors
in the segregated high-profile wing.
Okay, Elise, where are you
going with this?
One of the men housed there,
I think he's behind this.
♪
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[DOOR BUZZER BLARES]
Do you know why we're here?
Of course I do.
How's that kid of yours?
I heard through the grapevine
that he's a little sick.
Why are you doing this?
Because I want to.
If this is another stunt
to get released,
- I am telling you...
- It's not a stunt.
And I don't want anything...
Other than to see each
and every one of you dead.
Why? Because we...
Because we arrested you?
Because you played dirty.
What the hell are you talking about?
The last time we spoke, you showed me
a video of my wife and my son.
You knew that
it would change my decision.
That I would do whatever
it took to keep them safe,
including going to jail
for the rest of my life.
Congratulations.
You love your wife and kid.
Get to the damn point.
They're dead.
♪
And you think that we would...
When FBI agents
come into town, people talk.
The word spreads.
The second your people left Mexico,
the hyenas moved in,
and they got their revenge.
My wife and my son
hung from a bridge
like rag dolls for everyone to see.
And soon, you will all feel
the same pain that I feel.
No. We won't.
We're gonna find Winters,
and we're gonna stop him.
I love the optimist in you, Valentine.
That positive mindset
is not gonna work this time.
The truth is,
you should already be dead.
♪
And if Winters doesn't get the job done,
then I will find someone
to take his place.
And another. And another.
Until you're dead.
♪
Now...
If the people I assume
you have searching my cell
are done, I'd like to go back.
[DOOR BUZZER BLARES]
♪
Came up dry... nothing in here
but toiletries and blankets.
Of course it's clean.
He knew we were coming.
But he's definitely
in contact with Winters.
He knew the device jammed
after it sh*t Rina.
That's why he said
I should already be dead.
That information
was not released to the press.
So how's he doing it?
How's he staying in the loop?
Winters was an inmate trustee, right?
He cleaned the floors of this row.
You're the only inmate on record
to have access to Vargas.
Like I said,
I mop the floors, that's it.
I've never even said a word to the man.
You're doing a year
for tax evasion, right?
You really want to stay in jail
for lying to us?
I'm not lying.
Hey. We just found this.
Probably has Vargas' prints all over it.
Last chance.
You tell us everything you know,
or you're gonna spend five years in jail
for every lie you just told us.
I had no choice.
Vargas wanted me to hide his phone.
Said he would k*ll me
and my family if I didn't.
♪
Kelly, what do you got?
Looks like the cell that you found
has only been used
to call one other phone.
It's gotta be Winters.
Ping it and get us the location.
It's showing it's currently in Brooklyn,
just by Prospect Park.
Go.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Yeah, the cell is pinging
in your general area.
You should be right on top of him.
Guys, he's coming out of the bar.
He's heading towards us.
Hey! Put the g*n down!
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
[GRUNTS]
- He's hit.
- Yeah.
Hey. No, no, no! Let him go.
- Back off! Back off!
- Get back.
Contain him. Do not k*ll him.
We need to know
where the other devices are.
Winters, let him go.
This is not gonna end
the way you want it to.
Either I walk away from here or he dies.
You are hurt.
Man, you need medical attention.
We can get that for you.
Okay.
You want a hostage
that has real leverage?
Take me.
No, no, no. That's not gonna happen.
Don't even think about it.
- Take me.
- Not happening.
One more step, and I sh**t...
No, no, no.
♪
Get medical! Get me medical!
- Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
- [WINTERS MUMBLES]
You'll be all right. Hang in there.
Hey, hang in there.
We're gonna get you help.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
Listen to me.
I need you to tell me
where those other devices are.
Listen to me!
- Give us this day our daily bread...
- What?
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass...
What are you saying? Hey, hey.
Hey, you want to make peace with God?
Then help.
Tell me where you put those devices.
[WINTERS MUMBLES]
♪
- Hey.
- Hey.
With what Winters told us
and the GPS record on his burner phone,
we've managed to collect
all the other devices.
Yeah. I know. I know.
He positioned one feet
from my kid's school.
We both know Vargas
is not going to stop trying.
Even in segregated housing,
he'll always be able
to get a message out.
Crooked guards. Dirty lawyers.
I know that.
But Vargas has a lot of enemies.
If he hits the yard at MCC,
he won't survive a week.
- What are you talking about?
- I got friends there.
Clerical errors happen all the time.
I assume that you're just venting.
He's targeting our families, Isobel.
I understand that.
And we are going to stop him,
but we're better than that.
We have to be.
♪
[MONITORS BEEPING]
Come on, Rina. You got this.
Any news?
Oh, uh...
Well, we caught the people
responsible, so.
It doesn't change
what's going on here, but, uh,
yeah, it's something.
[SOLEMN MUSIC]
So you two were...
Yeah. We were...
We are gonna give it a sh*t.
For real. Not like last time.
That was messed up back then.
I know. I was... I was messed up.
I've worked really hard to, um...
I can't believe I let this happen.
Somehow... somehow, it's my fault.
Something I could have...
I could have done, you know?
There's something I could have done.
Who the hell do you think you are?
Some sort of mind-reader? A saint?
You're just another selfish prick
who thinks the world revolves
around him and himself.
So as much as I'd like
to lay this at your feet...
I can't do that.
♪
This isn't on you. Or her.
It's just something that happened.
Part of the job you two signed up for.
So save all your "what-ifs"
and self-pity for someone else.
♪
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
[WOLF HOWLS]