- You good?
- Just getting my
10,000 steps in.
- Pete, relax. It's
gonna go our way.
You said yourself,
this case is a lock.
- That was before they started
day two of deliberations.
You both know, the
longer the jury's out,
the less likely it is that...
- We have a verdict?
- I had that jury eating
out of the palm of my hand.
- Cheers.
- But listen, this
was a team effort,
which is why my
illustrious second chair
gets the first break.
- Aw, so I can kick
your ass again?
- Please. You got
lucky last time.
- Y'all really are lawyers
through and through.
Gluttons for punishment.
Come on.
Johnnie, slow down.
- Walk faster.
- This is fast as I go in heels.
Hi.
- Uncomfortable workplace.
- We're not at work, Johnnie.
- Very true.
- Hey, Kat.
- Your way is
definitely not faster.
- No, wait, look.
The subway steps are on
this side of the street,
so now you don't have
to wait for the light.
- Okay.
- I have rights!
I will get a lawyer!
- Great.
Maybe she knows mine.
- What the hell is this?
- Just some regular
Tuesday drama in New York.
Dude, don't get involved.
- Me and my son. I
don't have the money!
- Get me the money, and
everything will be fine.
- Hey, hey!
- I don't have it!
Is this guy bothering you?
- This guy is her
landlord, all right?
- He is a slumlord,
raising our rent by $2,000.
My son and I have been model
tenants for four years,
and out of nowhere...
- Can you pay the money or not?
- I told you, I don't have it!
- OK, so I show
the apartment then.
- To Barbie and Ken?
Like hell you are.
I still got five days
left on my lease.
- I don't care...
- Hey, hey, hey.
Let's just all take a
deep breath right now.
- Stay out of this,
all right, buddy?
Or I'll call the cops.
- Call the damn cops.
- Ray!
It's Remy. We got to go.
- I'm sorry.
- Thank you.
- Give me the money or go.
- How many times do I have
to tell you, I don't have it.
- Then get your kid and get out!
- Don't get too comfortable.
Jet's gassing up as we speak.
- Ooh, Saint-Tropez?
- Forrest City, Arkansas.
An entire district
attorney's office
was assassinated last night.
- That's a big crime
for a tiny town.
What happened, overwhelmed
sheriff's office
call in overwhelmed
Little Rock SSA?
- Who called Isabel,
who called me.
PD sent these over.
They need help.
- Well, I can see why.
Were these taken
on a flip phone?
- sh**ting happened
outside a bar.
Owner says he heard g*nf*re
just after 3:00
a.m., around closing.
- Any witnesses?
- You're looking at 'em.
- Looks like they were
all sh*t multiple times.
- Yeah. Look at the bodies.
Clearly not a pro.
- Carnage suggests
rage, meaning that this
wasn't some random drive-by.
Our unsub was targeting
these lawyers.
- Three prosecutors.
Is that the entirety of
the county's DA office?
- Nearly.
Katherine Sloane, age
26, Peter Hill, age 29,
Johnnie Mow, age 28,
and then there's the district
attorney himself, Skip Hardy.
- He survived?
- He wasn't there
in the first place.
- Where was he?
- I don't know.
- You and I are
gonna go ask him.
Everyone else, I want
boots on the ground
for whatever you
can find, witnesses,
surveillance footage,
victim profiles.
We need to find this unsub
before he takes
someone else out.
Let's roll.
I have to ask,
why weren't you with
them last night?
- I don't drink.
I usually leave the victory
celebrations to my deputies.
I feel terrible.
I should have been
there with them.
- Where were you?
- I was at my Bible
study last night.
A big group of us,
including the mayor.
- We'll need a list
of names to confirm.
I apologize. We
have to be thorough.
- Yeah, I get it.
I've tried the cases.
Mom and kids m*rder*d
while Dad's on vacation.
Chances are, Dad's your guy.
- Is that how you thought
about your office?
Like family?
- My deputies, they
called me their work dad.
Those kids were smart,
driven, relentless.
I may have been their boss,
but they were the
ones teaching me.
- Did any of them have any
enemies that you know of?
- Hundreds.
Your job is to get the bad guys,
you run the risk of the
bad guys getting you back.
I reckon you both
know what that's like.
- So you think this is revenge
from an aggrieved defendant?
- Forrest City may
be a small town,
but we're the St.
Francis County seat.
We try everything from
arson to aggravated theft
to first-degree m*rder.
And these are from
the last five years,
all violent offenders,
all with axes
to grind against my office.
Bastard's got to be in here.
- Our team will
help you with these.
- Thank you.
- Was that Remy?
- Yeah, they confirmed
the DA's alibi.
He's cleared.
- Well, I hope you
brought your popcorn.
- Oh, yeah? What
are we watching?
- Hana versus Betamax.
- Yeah, mock the
millennial, not the genius
who decided to install
an analog CCTV system.
OK, finally.
- No, from this angle,
we can kiss any hope
of facial rec goodbye.
Play it again.
- So that's Johnnie, and
there's Kat and Pete.
- Looks like they were
more than just coworkers.
- See how fast she turns around?
It takes Pete and Johnnie
at least five seconds
to turn and follow.
- Driver must have
called Kat's name.
- Our unsub knew her.
- OK, so the DA's office
wasn't the target.
It was Kat.
So let's pull all
her phone calls,
emails, texts, both
work and personal.
Did she have family in the area?
- Yeah, her parents
live five minutes away.
- I'll let Remy know.
- The only thing Katherine
ever wanted to be was a lawyer.
She was so smart, so fierce.
- We were so proud.
I just... I can't believe
this is happening.
Arranging your own
child's funeral.
- We are so sorry.
No family should ever
have to go through this.
- Can you tell us about
your daughter's work?
- Kat was on the judge track.
Her first year with
the DA's office,
and she still
hadn't lost a case.
- During that time, did
she receive any threats,
mysterious phone calls,
suspicious cars on the street?
- I don't think so,
but I don't know.
She spent most nights at her
boyfriend's up in Caldwell.
- We'll talk to
Pete Hill's family.
- Kat's coworker?
That's not who she was dating.
- Her boyfriend's name
is Eli Dorflinger.
- Mm-hmm.
- Blood.
- FBI! Drop the Kn*fe, Eli.
- Come out slowly.
Get down on the ground.
Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.
Do you have any weapons on you?
- No.
I was just cleaning this guy.
It's a kindness, really.
Wild hogs wreak havoc
on the ecosystem.
- OK, get up. Get up.
- You're FBI.
What's going on?
- We need to know where
you were last night.
- On my way to a duck blind.
- Hunting in the
middle of the night?
- Hardy's almost
three hours away.
I had to wake up early to
make it before sunrise.
Please, what's going on?
- Eli, I'm sorry to tell you
that Kat Sloane was
m*rder*d last night.
- She what?
- We understand the two of
you were in a relationship.
- We were together
almost four years.
I don't understand.
How did this happen?
- Well, you tell us.
You must have been pretty pissed
when you found out
about her and Pete Hill,
maybe enough to grab one
of your r*fles and...
- Wait.
Kat was cheating on me?
- Lunch with a client?
- Something like that.
- I hope you're billing
those hours, partner.
- Always, man.
- Hey, Scott.
- You're late.
You have my money?
- Yep, and a little
something extra.
Let's take a drive, amigo.
Get in.
- We can cross Kat's boyfriend,
Eli, off our list of suspects.
He was freezing his ass
off in the woods all night
in a hunting blind.
- How's it going
with the DA's files?
- It's a slog.
If I have to read one more case
about the illegal distribution
of moonshine, I'm gonna barf.
- The sheriff cleared every
single person in this county
with an arrest warrant.
- So we're nowhere on suspects
unless Hana has any
luck with the tip line.
- I got something
on the tip line.
- We got to take
this act on the road.
- An anonymous caller
overheard, quote,
"two Latino g*ng-looking guys"
boasting about the m*rder
of the guys that put
their boss in prison.
- Caller didn't leave a name?
- Probably too scared.
Especially if these guys
look like gangbangers.
When did the call come in?
- About 30 minutes ago
from Hal's Sanitary Diner.
- Mmm, sounds yummy. Close by?
- Everything here is close.
- Agent Scott, FBI.
We'd like to ask
you a few questions.
- About?
- Three county prosecutors
were m*rder*d last night.
- I know. Everybody's
talking about it.
But I didn't know them,
and I don't know anything
about what happened.
- Got a call about
two potential suspects
who were eating here
about an hour ago.
- I don't want any trouble.
- We're not trying to
get you in trouble.
We just want to talk.
- Hey, Millie.
Is that four-top available?
- Yeah, I just bussed it.
- It's not polite to talk
business on an empty stomach.
Mind if we sit?
- Sure.
- All right.
Mm. Ah, thank you.
Oh, biscuits and gravy.
Now, these two aren't
fans, but I believe that's
because they haven't had
them the right way, hm?
With a little kick.
- Hal makes ours with
jalapeños and Rotel.
- See, now, that
sounds delicious.
Three orders, please.
- Anything else?
- Coffee.
- I'm good.
- I'm good, thanks.
- Why are we wasting
time on this, man?
- Man, it's not about
the biscuits, all right?
It's about the gravy,
metaphorically speaking.
- I'm not following.
- You got to take it easy with
these folks down here, OK?
You can't just go
barging... Thank you.
Appreciate it.
One second.
While we got you,
these two men that
we got a tip about,
Latino men, the caller said
they might've been g*ng
members or something.
- Yeah, I waited on them.
They sat over there, ordered
two three-plus-threes,
paid cash, and left.
- You happen to hear what
they were talking about?
- No, I was real busy.
But they weren't from
around here, I don't think.
Never seen them before.
- What did they look like?
- Regular. Kind of big.
Definitely Hispanic.
- Mm-hmm.
- One of them had a
tattoo. I remember that.
- Perfect. You know
what that looked like?
- Sort of like a snake thing
wrapped around a number?
Here. Give me that napkin.
Probably easier just to draw it.
- Just saying, a little
Southern charm goes a long way.
- Yeah, you're a
regular Andy Griffith.
- Which makes you Barney Fife.
Or Aunt Bee if she was younger.
- Rude.
- Let me see that
drawing she made.
This tattoo looks
like a g*ng call sign.
I'm gonna see if Kristin
knows anything about it.
- What's up with you?
- Nothing.
I've just been thinking
about that argument
we saw this morning.
- The mom and the landlord?
- Yeah.
Landlords like that piss me off.
They're predators, raising the
rent just because they can.
Look, he's taking advantage of
a hardworking mom and her kid.
- And by hardworking, you
mean attractive, right?
- The two aren't mutually
exclusive, all right?
He's a bully, and what
he's doing is wrong.
So if I stand by and
just watch it happen,
what does that make me?
- You want dirt on him?
- Now, we both know
that's a bureau violation.
- Not from the secure database,
just some open-source
reporting, old-school hacking.
Why do you think the FBI
recruited me in the first place?
- The guys our tipster overheard
were members of the
7th Street Serpents.
It's a g*ng out of West Memphis.
Luis Trevino, king of
the 7th Street Serpents,
convicted last month on charges
of federal racketeering.
- I combed the DA files.
There's no mention
of a Luis Trevino
or anyone from the
7th Street Serpents.
- That's because it
was a federal case.
Here's a quote from a press
conference last Thursday.
"Federal officials
would like to thank
"St. Francis County DA's office
for their ongoing role
in the investigation."
- So our prosecutors'
investigative efforts
helped put Luis away.
- And thanks to the
public shout-out, he knew.
It sounds like a motive to me.
- Luis is awaiting trial at
FDC here in Forrest City.
He's been there since
he got indicted.
- So if he did order a
hit on our prosecutors,
it would have had to
come from a phone.
- How? All the
calls are monitored.
- Not the ones from his lawyers.
- So you're thinking Luis used
his attorney to order the hit.
- If he did, that's a crime.
Conversation's not protected.
Call Kristin and Barnes.
Tell them to get a warrant.
Head over to the
detention center.
See if there's anything
on their recordings.
- Last call Luis made to
his lawyer was yesterday.
- So the morning
of the sh**ting.
- The hell's the holdup
with my appeal, man?
- That's Luis.
- You're kidding me, right?
- That's his attorney,
Scott Thomas.
- I already told
you, I'm not filing
another piece of paperwork
until I get paid.
I don't work for free, Luis.
- All right. All right, chill.
Get my brother-in-law
on the line.
- Have they run this
three-way call game before?
- I don't know,
I couldn't listen
to any attorney-client
recordings
before y'all came
with your warrant.
- You see this in
cartel cases a lot.
Represent your client by day,
run their drug business
from prison by night.
- ¿Bueno?
- Hermano.
My lawyer wants to get paid.
- Tell him to take a number.
- No, we should pay him.
And, Javi, give him a
little something extra.
He earned it.
- Earned it?
He lost Luis' trial.
- No, this is a hit.
Luis isn't telling
Javier to pay his lawyer.
He's telling him to k*ll him.
Probably arranged the
DA murders the same way.
- Luis orders, Javier executes.
- That's right. You know
this brother-in-law?
- Yeah. He's been
in here to see Luis.
Should have his info
in the visitor logs.
Javier Perez.
He lives in Madison.
- FBI!
- I'll go around the side.
- FBI! Freeze!
- Guys, in here.
That's him.
That's Luis' attorney.
- Quiet and quick.
Get a coroner down here.
I'm gonna call the DA, tell
him we got the douchebag
who k*lled his people.
- Thank you for your
help, Prosecutor.
- Hi, this is Dale Torres
at Hawkins and
Associates Law Firm.
Sorry I can't take
your call right now.
Leave your name and number,
and I'll call you back.
- Mr. Torres, this is Agent
Ray Cannon with the FBI.
Look, I have some
urgent information
regarding your
partner, Scott Thomas.
I need you to give
me a call back
at this number as
soon as possible.
I just tried to notify
Thomas' law partner.
Got the voicemail.
- Hey, check this out.
Now, this is from the g*n
that Javier was using.
I took a picture of it
and sent it to ballistics.
Now, it doesn't match
the shell casings
that were found outside the bar.
- Where the three
prosecutors were k*lled?
- Mm-hmm, which means that
this is not the m*rder w*apon.
- All right, but it doesn't mean
that Javier didn't k*ll them.
He could've been smart
and switched out the g*n.
- Or somebody else did
it with a different g*n.
- Look, Kristin said that
what she heard on the tape
was Luis ordering
Javier to make the hit.
- On his own lawyer, yeah,
but they didn't talk
about the prosecutors,
at least not in
that conversation.
- So you really don't think
that Javier is our fugitive.
- I don't know, but we do
have to go back in that house
and try and find
a different g*n.
- All right.
Hey, Remy.
Hey. What did the
DA have to say?
- He never answered my
calls. I just found out why.
Somebody k*lled him.
- You're kidding me. When?
- Not sure yet.
Courthouse bailiff
found him dead
on the floor of his office.
I'm meeting Barnes
and Kristin there now.
Talk soon.
- Well, this case just
got a lot weirder.
- You're telling me nobody
saw or heard anything?
- Nothing, no, I
found him like this
making my nightly rounds.
- Why hasn't the
scene been processed?
- Why weren't you here sooner?
Four dead lawyers may be
no big deal in New York,
but my town is
paralyzed by this.
A whole courthouse being
picked off, one by one.
- Sheriff, one dead is one too
many, as far as I'm concerned,
but playing the blame game
just gives our perp more time
to plot his next move.
- Why does the DA have a safe?
- Oh, evidence storage.
I put sensitive stuff in
there Skip needs for court.
- Open it.
- Yeah.
Well, that's weird.
- What?
- Skip was in the middle of
a fentanyl possession trial,
and I put a baggie of
it in there yesterday.
And now it's gone.
- Who's on trial in that case?
- A guy named Jimmy Burnett. I
actually arrested him myself.
- We need to see his file,
and I want to talk to the
courthouse security team.
- Well, that'd be me.
- Courthouse has
cameras, correct?
- Not in the offices,
but in all the courtrooms
and the garage entrance.
The surveillance office
is in the basement.
I could show you.
- Yeah, I got it.
- Body's still warm.
He's nowhere near rigor.
This happened in
the last two hours.
- At which point, Javier's body
was on his way to the morgue.
So there's no way
he can be our unsub.
- The k*ller has to work
in the courthouse, right?
Someone who could gain
entry late at night.
- No one can enter
or exit after hours
without swiping their badge.
- Who was here tonight?
- We can check the logs.
- Let's do it.
- Well, Skip's the only
one who hasn't swiped out.
- Come on, dude. Besides him.
- It looks like the
last person to leave
was Joanna Orr, public defender.
- What time?
- 6:03 p.m.
Oh, wait, no, that's the
time of her final swipe out,
but she left once before that,
at 5:15, and came
back 20 minutes later.
- Where does Joanna live?
- Not far.
Over by the Walmart.
- Call Hana and Ray.
Get over there now.
Lock this woman down.
- You don't think
Joanna did this?
There's no way.
- Let's look at the
security footage.
- Only got cameras on the
bottom floor of the garage.
- Luckily, Joanna
Orr parks there.
Her badge swiped in at
the entrance at 5:35 p.m.,
right about now.
- Is that Joanna's car?
- I don't think so.
No, she drives a 2014 Mazda.
- Wait, wait, wait,
wait. Black SUV.
That look familiar?
- Yeah, from outside the bar.
That's our unsub's vehicle.
- Rewind.
- Stop.
- Zoom in.
- 28K-XQ8.
- Which employee
drives a vehicle
with that plate number?
- Judge Roarke.
- What?
Circuit judge, division six.
His courtroom's upstairs.
- Kristin, hey.
- Remy, listen.
Joanna Orr wasn't at
the courthouse tonight.
She bumped into someone
in the parking garage,
and her badge was stolen.
The guy we're looking for is...
- Howard Roarke, I know.
Our fugitive is a sitting judge,
and he's murdering prosecutors.
- All right. BOLO's
out on Roarke's SUV.
Find anything interesting
in his background?
- Hardly. This guy's
a total snooze.
Born in Forrest City.
Graduated Georgetown Law in '94,
then worked in the Baltimore
DA's office until '09.
- OK, and then became a judge.
- Carried a briefcase
for a few years,
then ran his campaign for
criminal court justice
against an incumbent,
which he won,
and has been on the
bench ever since.
- Talk about a career pivot.
Respected judge
turned serial k*ller
of basically every prosecutor
who's ever had a
case before him.
- The question is, why?
- Guys.
- Find anything?
- Motive, I think.
Now, Kat tried a case six
months ago in front of Roarke.
The defendant was charged
with two counts of
felony sexual as*ault.
- So she won.
- The trial, yes.
The sentencing was
a different story.
Now, she argued for
ten years in prison,
but Roarke gave the defendant
two years, the minimum.
- To say we're disappointed
in Judge Roarke's
insultingly light sentence
would be an understatement.
The last thing sexual
as*ault victims
need added to the
injury that they face
in the court of public
opinion is the insult
of being disrespected
by the bench too.
- First year on the job,
speaking truth to power.
I'd say that's courage.
- No wonder her parents
were proud of her.
- No wonder Roarke
was so pissed.
Hello?
- This is the third
time I've called.
I don't like being ignored.
I'm not...
I'm not ignoring
you. I'm at work.
- You talk to the
police or the FBI?
- No.
- Don't lie to me.
- Judge, I'm not. I swear.
I didn't even know
the FBI was here.
- Calm down.
- I can't.
- Yes, you can.
You're not finished.
- What?
- I have something
else I need you to do.
- Judge, Judge, please,
I did what you asked.
I don't want to do any more.
- I don't care what you want.
This is my time now.
My terms and my rules.
They thought I would just
sit back and take it,
but they were wrong, and
they're all gonna pay.
- Who is? I have no idea
what you're talking about.
- You will soon
enough. They all will.
You have your laptop?
- Yeah, but like I
said, I'm at work.
- Then tell them
you need a break.
Go get it and call me back.
Knowing you, this
won't take long.
- I can't.
- I will make this very clear.
If you don't do what I ask,
it's not just you
I'm gonna find.
It's your mother and your
boyfriend in Brinkley.
Eric, right?
- Oh, my God. You
know about him?
- What's wrong? You
ashamed or something?
I thought your kind
was all about pride
and shouting it
from the rooftops
and making it so none
of the rest of us
can't get a word in edgewise.
You got five minutes.
I'll be waiting.
- Mrs. Roarke?
- Call me Cynthia.
I don't want to be associated
with his name anymore.
- I know this is
a lot to take in.
It is, and it isn't.
I stopped recognizing the man
I married a long time ago.
He'd become so mean, so angry.
And I'm not trying to excuse it.
I just want you to
understand that...
- He wasn't always like this.
- Not at all.
When we met, he was kind,
thoughtful, ambitious.
Sure, but in the name of
a selfless cause, the law.
- Was he already a
judge when you met?
- No.
No, we met when he moved
back from Baltimore.
2010.
He'd run for district
attorney there and lost,
so he came back to Forrest
City shortly after.
- Probably thought he'd
had more party support
in his home county.
- Which he got from marrying me.
My father was chief of police,
and everyone knows my mom.
Her family owns the
largest farm in Stuttgart.
Anyway, that was
all a long time ago,
before his career stalled out.
Lately, all he did was stew.
His law school classmates,
his former colleagues,
they all seemed to be working
their way up to higher office
while he was stuck on
circuit court bench.
- Is that what
made him so angry?
- Big time.
Blamed it on the system
for holding him back,
keeping him stuck.
- All due respect, I'd argue
that men like your husband
created that system.
- You try telling him
that, see what it gets you.
He left me with this.
- He did that to you?
- Five days ago, he
came home from a meeting
furious, screaming,
throwing things.
When he turned on
me, I packed his bags
and told him to get out.
He was gone the next day.
- Who was he meeting with?
- An old friend of
his, Arthur Hobbs.
He's president of the State Bar.
- Roarke and I clerked
together in D.C.,
so I guess that's why
I hoped our meeting
wouldn't hit him so hard.
- What were you meeting about?
- I'm chair of the
nominating commission
for the Arkansas
Court of Appeals.
Howard had applied
for an open vacancy,
and I had to give
him the bad news.
- He didn't get it.
- No.
He was under serious
consideration at first.
We didn't realize we had
a problem until we started
sending out JNEs,
surveys regarding
the judicial
nominees, basically.
- Sent to people who
know the candidate.
- Right.
Respondents' names and answers
are always kept confidential,
so we know we're
getting the truth.
- Which was what,
exactly, for Roarke?
- Ugly.
Allegations of
sexual harassment,
bribes, improper bias.
Frankly, temperament unbefitting
a traffic court judge,
much less a justice of
the Court of Appeals.
- Did you tell him
what you found?
- Yeah, and I told him
never to apply again.
As an old friend, I
was doing him a favor
by doing so discreetly.
He'd become something
of an activist judge
the last few years.
- In a save the
whales kind of way?
- More of a save the
marginalized white man
kind of way.
- Well, we know of one
controversial r*pe case ruling.
Was his issue with people
of color, as well as women?
- Yes. LGBT community too.
Whatever the
opposite of woke is,
that's what Howard had become.
It wasn't a good look.
- I'd say that
look's gotten worse
since he's wanted for the
m*rder of four people,
including the St. Francis DA.
- What? Skip Hardy?
- You knew him?
- We finalized our
shortlist of nominations
for the open vacancy yesterday.
- Let me guess.
Skip Hardy was on
the top of the list.
- So Roarke just had
any chance of career
advancement crushed on year
seven of an eight-year term.
- Meaning he'd be facing
reelection next year
as a divorcee of the
most well-connected woman
in St. Francis County.
- For a guy whose veins
pump with ambition in place
of blood, that's a
sentence worse than death.
So he snaps, kills Kat,
who publicly humiliated him
after his r*pe case sentencing.
- Then kills Skip
Hardy, a Black man
who made the
commission's shortlist
for Roarke's beloved appellate
court instead of him.
- But why k*ll Pete
Hill and Johnnie Mow?
- Are either of them
in the JNE files?
- Yes, both Johnnie
and Pete have JNEs.
They both gave
Roarke bad reviews.
- There it is.
- Those files are confidential.
How'd Roarke get 'em?
- I'm looking into it now.
If someone hacked the server
before me, I'll find them.
- Bottom line, Roarke's
furious the universe
hasn't bestowed upon him the
accolades he feels he's owed.
- So instead of taking
responsibility for it,
he takes his rage
out on the people
he thinks halted his success
because of their own.
- OK, I got it.
The appellate
commission's server
was hacked by an IP address
registered to a Samuel Gray.
He's on probation after
serving time for hacking.
Guess who sentenced him.
- The Honorable
Judge Howard Roarke.
- Looks like he works
at a catfish restaurant
about a half mile from here.
I'm dropping you a pin now.
- Got it.
- Oh, hey, Chip.
You know our VIP patient
will be here soon, right?
- I'm ready.
- All right. Well, I'm off.
Good luck.
- Have a good one.
- I didn't have a choice.
Howard said either hack the
appellate commission server,
or he'd revoke my probation.
So I sent him the JNEs.
- Then what, Sam?
You're deep in here.
Come on. Keep talking.
- He called me two hours ago,
asked me to hack into
Health Forward Labs
and get him their
employee directory.
- Health Forward Labs, why?
- I don't know.
He didn't say.
- Hey, Remy.
Roarke's SUV was found abandoned
on a residential
street in Crystal Hill.
When PD went door-to-door
looking for witnesses,
they found a neighbor dead.
His name was Chip Fox.
- Never heard of him.
I don't know anything
about this, I swear.
- Get him out of here.
- I didn't... please.
- Found him. Chip
Fox, 52 years old.
No criminal record.
Works as a scrub tech
at Health Forward Labs.
- What's his
connection to Roarke?
- I don't know.
The only thing that pops
up when I search him online
is this article from the
"Arkansas Democrat-Gazette,"
where Chip Fox is quoted
as a front-line worker.
Says he personally COVID
tested governor Nancy Novak
three times at St.
Michael's Hospital
in Little Rock last week.
- I'm just surprised
we didn't find
Governor Novak's face on a
dart board in Roarke's office.
As governor, she's the one
who picks the next justice
for the Court of Appeals.
- He remind you of anyone?
- Early 50s, hazel
eyes, he's bald.
He looks like Roarke.
- Chip has no connections
to the legal system,
so this wasn't revenge.
What if Roarke went to
him for the same reason
he bumped into Joanna
Orr, to steal his ID?
- But why k*ll him
in the process?
- Because if Chip Fox is
dead, he won't be clocking in
to work today, leaving Roarke
to show up in his place.
- Roarke is impersonating Chip
to get close to the governor
of Arkansas.
He's going after her next.
- Hey, I got the governor
for COVID testing.
Thanks.
Yep, photo ID?
All right.
Looks like I'm going first.
- All right. Head
back for me, please.
Really?
And they trust you with a g*n.
- Head back for me, please.
- Watch and learn, Daniel.
All right.
Let's roll.
I'm serious.
I'll never hear the end of it
if I'm late to this fundraiser.
- Dan?
Oh, my God.
Help!
He needs a doctor!
- Here, brother.
What happened?
- I don't know.
I'm just a tech.
- Get a doctor.
- Something's wrong.
- Governor?
- I don't feel well.
- Governor.
Governor. Stay with me.
Stay with me. Governor.
Governor. Governor.
- Alert hospital security.
Tell them to lock the
whole building down.
- We do not want
to start a panic.
The governor's SUV is
designed to withstand a b*mb.
- She's right.
All right, Novak's
detail will put a b*llet
inside Roarke's head before
he can get a sh*t off.
So unless he's learned
how to k*ll by osmosis...
- How much fentanyl
was in Skip's safe?
- Bailiff said the charge was
for second-degree possession.
That means at least a gram,
and enough to k*ll someone.
- Crushed up and
coated on a COVID swab,
you'd be dead in minutes.
- Breath is tachy.
- She's not breathing.
- What do you got?
- Low pulse.
- I got no vitals.
- Fentanyl OD.
- Narcan. Give them Narcan.
- Got it.
Where'd he go?
- Who?
- The guy that tested her.
- I don't know.
He was right here.
- She's alive.
She's breathing.
- Spread out, he can't be far!
FBI! Don't move!
- Got him.
He's getting in his car.
- Hey, get down!
Get down, down!
- Get down, get down!
- Hey, move!
- Move!
Get out of the way!
I don't have a sh*t.
- I'll cut him off at the exit.
- 38-2 responding to sh*ts fired
at COVID testing
site at the hospital.
- This is unit 622.
We are en route.
- Good job.
You did what you had to do.
The governor all right?
- Yeah.
She's gonna make it.
- It's like a silent
disco in here.
- Sorry, I'm just thinking.
- About what, the case?
- About all the
hate. What's it for?
- Look, we got Roarke before
he k*lled the governor.
He can't hurt anyone else.
- Look, I'm not talking about
the most wanted murderers.
I'm talking about the bigots.
My high school counselor
who would never shut up
about how "surprisingly
articulate" I was
for a kid from the
Lower Ninth Ward.
The crooked cops my
dad tried to put away,
but somehow were
set free because of,
ah, inconsistencies
in the investigation.
That's code for a Black
FBI agent investigating
a white sergeant, by the way.
- Hm.
- I'm talking about the
ones who refused to believe
that I earned my Quantico
spot on my own merit,
the ones who
attribute my success
to the color of my skin.
You know, I had to work twice
as hard to get half as far.
- Roarke really saw himself
as an endangered species,
the victimized white man.
- Oh, man, I know
a thousand Roarkes.
- What about that landlord?
- What about him?
- He's a Roarke.
- Oh, he's definitely a Roarke.
- Yeah.
- And the tenant he
was trying to evict...
- Oh, the future Mrs. Cannon?
- Oh, whoa.
Let's pump the brakes a little.
Look, it's gonna be her
kid who wears the scar.
Hm? I was 15 when Katrina hit.
We thought the flood was
gonna be the hard part,
but the real danger came after.
Restructuring, also
known as gentrification.
Restructured my uncle
right out of his home,
my best friends
out of our school.
You know, the folks that
moved in had the audacity
to call my neighbors refugees.
Like we were the interlopers.
It's like watching the water
bust through the
levee all over again.
We couldn't do
nothing to plug it up.
- That landlord's name
is Gunnar Jovanovic.
I found some pretty heavy dirt
on him if you wanna hear it.
- No.
- Ray, these are public records.
We're not doing anything wrong.
- I just... I don't feel
good digging like this.
- Okay, fine, totally get it.
I know that one
person couldn't change
what happened in your city.
But maybe you could
change what happens
in this woman and
her son's life.
- I didn't get to introduce
myself the other day.
Special Agent Ray Cannon, FBI.
- Hey, look, this
is all legal, OK?
If they can't pay,
they can't stay.
- Yeah, no. I
completely agree.
Speaking of, who's gonna
move into your place?
- What?
- Your apartment.
Yeah, I was wondering
who was gonna move in
when you go to prison
for tax evasion.
See, raising the rent,
that's one thing.
Skimming the
difference off the top,
that's a whole 'nother animal.
Now, by my calculations, you
owe $75,000 in back taxes.
Now, I can call my
buddies down at the IRS
and get this handled,
or you can draw up
another lease for
these nice folks.
I know what it looks like
when a bully games the system,
but we're not gonna
have that today, right?
- Wow, that was...
Thank you.
- It's not a big deal.
- Actually, it kind of is.
I'm Cora, and this
is my son, Caleb.
- I'm Ray.
- You're really an FBI agent?
- I sure am.
- Can I see your g*n?
- No, I usually don't have
it when I'm not working.
What about you?
What do you want to
be when you grow up?
- NFL quarterback,
like Patrick Mahomes
or Lamar Jackson.
- OK, all right.
Well, you know what?
I look forward to
seeing you play one day.
Can I help you take
these back inside?
- Actually, I have
a better idea.
Would you mind?
I'm not very good.
- Yeah, no worries.
All right, let's
see what you got.
All right? Come on.
- Ready?
- Yep.
- Oh!
OK.
Yeah, kid's got an arm on him.
- Actually, he's got two of 'em.
- I see what you did there.
Funny.
All right, young king.
I'm going long, all right?
- Ten hut.
- Oh!
- Oh!
- Let's go!
- Ready?
Let's go.
There we go, buddy.
04x08 - Appeal
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