General Lenkov's entire family
was struck down by a drone strike.
And he blames America.
This terror event is imminent.
Based on intel
from Agent Scola in the field,
the C- is likely to be used
in New York City.
- [g*nshots]
- [SOBS]
Nina's the mother of his baby.
He has a right to know
that she got sh*t.
Scola is working undercover.
I don't think it's a good idea.
What the hell is going on?
I was just trying to protect you.
You do not get to make that decision.
I actually do. That is my job.
How do you feel? What about the baby?
I felt him kicking.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[JAZZY PIANO MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[PHONE RINGS]
This is Sittenfeld.
Starboard engine?
No, that's a definite MEL.
Let's ground it.
Alert Ramstein we'll be delayed.
And ping the contractor from Boeing.
Yeah, I'm on my way.
[GROANING]
♪ ♪
Colonel? Colonel, are you there?
[SIREN WAILS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- Hey, how was the ultrasound?
- Fine.
Uh, the doctors are running
a few more tests to be sure,
but Nina and the baby are doing okay,
despite everything
that went down in Rome.
I still can't believe
that really happened.
It was really close, Tiff.
Yeah, I know.
But like you said, they're both okay.
They got lucky.
Agent Ward, OSI.
I've been detailed to assist.
Hey. I'm Agent Wallace.
This is Agent Scola.
We understand
you have a missing colonel.
John Sittenfeld,
deputy commander of th Airlift Wing
at Steward Air National Guard Base.
At , he leaves that bar,
takes a call from his crew chief.
He was on the line
when someone att*cked him...
been MIA ever since.
We found his phone by his car.
This is the car.
Okay, we'll need that phone
sent to Fed.
On its way.
The colonel oversees critical missions
that support our warfighters.
SECDEF is obviously very concerned
and wants this resolved
as soon as possible,
so whatever you need, just ask.
Any witnesses?
A few folks heard the commotion,
but no one who bothered
to get out of bed.
What about surveillance video?
No external cameras
in the immediate vicinity.
Okay. Anything inside the bar?
Manager's on his way.
Yeah, he was here...
alone, for once.
Usually brings a girl or finds one.
But not last night?
No.
Romeo got someone's attention, though.
A tough guy.
Got right up in his face too.
Okay. Any idea why?
No, I didn't really hear
what they were saying.
Do you have cameras?
Yeah, right behind the bar.
We keep it concealed,
otherwise customers get antsy.
All right, folks, so Colonel Sittenfeld
has been missing for almost hours,
and we all know the odds
do not improve from here,
so we should all be
digging for leads, yeah?
Any update on the ransom?
No, and it seems unlikely...
no wife, no rich uncle.
He lives off a government salary,
which we all know
is not worthy of a kidnapping.
All right, where are we with
the surveillance of the bar?
Yeah, scrubbing it now.
Ok, Sittenfeld arrives at : p.m.,
drains a $ cocktail,
keeps to himself, until this.
♪ ♪
Are there any interactions before this?
Uh, no, none.
All right, so it seems
like a prior grievance.
Any luck with facial rec?
Let's see.
Got a match.
Derek White, .
- He's air force too.
- Uh, used to be.
Looks like Mr. White was discharged
for striking an officer two months ago.
Okay. Any connection with our victim?
Well, they didn't serve together,
far as I can tell.
White was special ops while
the colonel worked logistics.
Whoa, hang on.
White's wife is the colonel's
adjutant assistant.
They definitely text
back and forth quite a bit,
and there's definitely
lots of heart emojis
and romantic banter.
Pulled this off the colonel's phone.
Looks like they're more
than just friends.
Hmm. Let's get a warrant.
Yeah.
[POUNDING]
Derek White, FBI!
We need to talk!
Open it.
Stand back.
♪ ♪
FBI!
Buh, buh, buh. Sit down.
Sit down!
Where's the colonel?
What colonel?
Don't play dumb.
We know about the affair with your wife,
and we know you went
to the bar last night
to confront him about it.
- So tell us what happened.
- Nothing happened.
I didn't do a damn thing to the colonel.
We had some words, that's all.
Then I came home.
Well, we have you on camera
having a little bit more than words.
Wha... [SIGHS]
Look, the guy... the guy was
screwing my wife, all right?
I was upset. I was real upset,
so I roughed him up a bit.
And I waited outside the bar for him.
I was gonna light his ass up.
But then I got sober, and I realized
that there was no point, all right?
I already b*rned down enough of my life.
So I took off.
Look, I'm telling the truth.
I didn't touch Sittenfeld.
Then who did?
I don't know who did, I...
look, there was a van outside
that was parked near the bar.
Lights were off, but it looked
like the engine was still running.
What was the make, model, color?
It was blue and a Kia, maybe.
And it had a hippie sticker,
the peace sign.
Okay.
A peace sign? Really?
That's an odd detail for a lie.
Let's scrub traffic cams and
see if Derek's story checks out.
All signs point to yes.
This is from an intersection
three blocks from the restaurant.
Wait, stop right there.
Pull up that rear bumper.
Looks like Derek was telling the truth.
Yeah. I'm running the plate.
Car is registered to a
James and Eliza Van Epps,
both in their s.
According to Facebook, currently
enjoying a cruise to Antarctica.
All right, let's assume
that car is stolen.
- Does it have GPS?
- Yes, it does.
And it's stationary...
warehouse district in Queens.
♪ ♪
Guys, we have something in here.
[WHEEZING]
Cover me.
♪ ♪
We need a medic on our location ASAP.
Hey, hey.
Hey, it's gonna be okay.
Is that Sittenfeld?
Yeah, looks like they
tortured him then sh*t him.
It's a miracle he's still alive.
Hey, we're gonna get you to a hospital.
No, no, no, don't move. Don't move.
You're losing a lot of blood.
The medic's five minutes out.
The armory.
Please, you have to get to the armory.
The armory at the base, why?
What's going on?
They have my access card.
I tried my best. I... [WHEEZES]
But I couldn't take it.
I had no choice.
Please.
Please, you have to stop them.
Okay, who's them?
Why? What are they after?
Colonel?
No, no. Colonel!
He's gone.
We should warn the base and
let 'em know what's going on.
It's too late. That was Jubal.
a*mo supply point
was hit minutes ago.
Multiple casualties.
♪ ♪
Agent Ward, what's our sitrep?
Intruders entered the gate
using Colonel Sittenfeld's CAC card,
then penetrated the Class V
palletization point you see there.
Okay, and these are casualties?
Two sentries, both sh*t dead,
we assume, with sound suppressors.
I'm gonna need these shell
casings sent to Ballistics right away.
- They make it inside?
- Affirmative.
The Colonel's codes disabled security...
cameras, locks, all of it.
Clinical moves.
Sounds like these guys
had some training.
Do you have any idea
what they were after?
Not yet.
It's a lot to go through.
The place was packed
for a delivery to Ukraine.
Sir, you gotta see this.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪ ♪
The seals on the pallet were broken,
so I cross-checked inventory
with the flight manifest.
Two FMG- s are missing
along with another command launch unit.
I'm sorry, two Javelins are missing?
Yeah.
Okay.
Anti-t*nk missiles.
We used them in Afghanistan...
state of the art and highly portable.
Do they have GPS?
Is there any way we can trace them?
No, because if we could track 'em,
then they could track 'em.
Are they difficult to operate?
The opposite... fire and forget.
It's like a video game.
All you do is point and sh**t.
I know the security cameras
in here were disabled,
but what about outside by the gate?
A different system, so the
feed should still be intact.
Here's the ingress.
Did you run the plates?
Yeah, they came back cold.
And here's where they came out.
Can you speed it up?
♪ ♪
Hold on. Wait a second. Can you go back?
Stop. There.
Driver isn't wearing any gloves.
Okay, but did he touch anything?
Can you slow it down?
There. We got him.
We need to find that dolly
and dust for prints.
All right, people, look alive.
Weapons of w*r are now MIA
on the streets of New York.
We need to figure out who
the hell took them and why.
Can we trace the vehicle from the scene?
No, Agent Ward was right.
Plates are cold.
And OSI didn't find any tread marks.
Yeah, we're checking traffic cams,
but the nearest is on the I- .
A generic van, we're never gonna
narrow it down from there.
What about ballistics?
Did we find anything from the slugs
that k*lled our sentries?
Ran both through NIBIN. No match.
Good news... ERT got
a partial print off the dolly.
All right, that's our driver.
Let's run it.
Okay, the prints match
to Ray Nichols, , lives in Homecrest.
All right, people, check it out.
He's got a pretty good rap sheet...
larceny, strong arm robbery, theft.
Yeah, but this is from a decade ago.
How did he get tied up
in a m*ssile heist?
Yeah, I'll do a deep dive into Nichols,
see if I can't fill in the gaps.
In the meantime,
saddle up and take him down.
♪ ♪
In position.
Copy that. Standing by.
So I heard a rumor.
Yeah? I'm not really a rumor guy, Tiff.
Okay, well, call it intel.
A friend of mine
from White Collar said, uh,
he heard you were applying
for an SSA position.
Just exploring my options.
All right, we got movement.
It's him.
Go, go.
- FBI!
- Hands up!
Ray Nichols, hands in the air now.
- Baby, what's happening?
- Whoa. I don't know.
- Baby, I don't know. It's okay.
- Let her go. Let her go!
What are you doing?
All right. Okay! Okay!
Just be careful with my wife.
She's pregnant.
Ray, what's happening?
Just take it easy. Give them some room.
Where's the Javelins? Hey!
Where are the javelins, inside?
I got nothing to say.
You got nothing to say?
Your wife is pregnant.
You got a kid on the way.
You tell me everything you know now.
Nah, I ain't talking.
I want a lawyer.
Any sign of the missiles?
No, this place is clear.
All right, so here's the deal.
No sign of the missiles
at Nichols' place,
and he is not talking,
but the good news is,
people don't just wake up
and decide to rob armories.
So there must be something
in his history
that will lead to his confederates.
We just need to find it.
Kelly, anything?
Yeah, not much.
The guy's pretty low profile.
Hasn't filed a tax return in years.
Mm-hmm. Ian, what about your team?
Same story... he has no social media
and minimal presence online.
- I might have something.
- Yeah?
So Ray hasn't been formally
employed in a decade,
but the last place
he worked was a garage
owned by a shell corp linked
to a man named Adem Polat.
Looks like A*F has been
investigating him, for two years.
Okay, now I'm intrigued.
Tell me more about this guy.
He's originally from Turkey,
spent a lot of time in the m*llitary.
What's he doing here? He have a job?
I don't know if it's a front or a job,
but it looks like he owns
a garment factory in Queens.
All right, let's dig deeper
into this Polat.
And hey, have Tiffany
interview Nichols' wife,
see what she knows.
♪ ♪
Do you know this man?
Is that a yes?
I need to know what's
going on with Ray first.
Ray's in a holding cell staring
down federal m*rder charges,
that's what's happening with Ray.
He's not talking, is he?
No.
But if you cooperate,
we can use that to help Ray,
talk to the AUSA
about reducing his charges.
So I'm gonna ask you again.
Do you know this man?
♪ ♪
Yeah.
And he scares me a lot.
Did Ray work for Adem?
Yes.
For the past ten years.
They met at the garage.
Adem gave him odd jobs off the books.
Dangerous things,
but we needed the money.
Do you know anyone else
that works for him?
No, Ray never talked
about the other guys.
Would you be willing to wear
a wire and talk with Adem?
A wire?
I... I don't know.
Like I said, he scares me.
And I'm pregnant.
I'm about to have a baby boy.
I understand.
You wanna make the best
decisions for your family,
as a mother and a wife.
But right now the best decision
for your family
is to help us put Adem behind bars.
If it'll help Ray, I'll do it.
Okay.
Okay, that unit captures
audio and visual,
so we'll be able to hear what
you hear and see what you see.
You're gonna be okay.
Just be natural.
Not that easy.
Adem doesn't exactly
make you feel comfortable.
Stay focused, okay?
Make it about business.
You want Ray's share of the profit.
You've got a family to look after.
Lean into that.
So I go in, ask for the money
he owes Ray,
and when he pays me...
You get the hell out
of there as quick as you can.
But the more he says
about his known associates
or accomplices, the better it'll be,
for Ray down the line.
Don't push it, though.
All we really need is that payment.
That confirms that Adem was involved.
You ready?
Yeah. Okay. Ready.
Good luck.
[PENSIVE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
What was that about?
What?
"Don't push it."
"Get out of there quick."
I mean, we do need
to find those missiles.
I get it, but that's not her problem.
She didn't do anything wrong.
This white collar thing,
is that Nina's idea?
No, it's mine.
But she's stepping back too.
Yeah, that makes sense,
after what happened with Rome.
You know her, she claims
it has nothing to do with that.
And for real, I think she just
wants a more stable schedule.
You buy that?
I don't know.
As long as she's happy, safe,
I'm good.
Here we go.
[TENSE MUSIC]
I need to see Adem.
Tell him it's Mila, Ray's wife.
I know who you are.
This way.
Okay, new face.
Send him to the JOC.
Omer Kiraz, ex-OKK,
Turkish special forces.
Trained as a sn*per.
Okay, could be our triggerman
at the armory.
Maybe we can roll up
the whole damn crew.
♪ ♪
Sorry to bother you.
Mila, what are you doing here?
- They got Ray.
- Who did?
The FBI.
This morning, in front of our house.
Where is he now? In custody?
Yes.
But he called me,
said he asked for a lawyer.
He's not talking to them.
Did they say why they arrested him?
Don't answer. Tell him you don't know.
No, I have no clue.
And Ray didn't say anything
on the phone.
He knows people are always listening.
I'm sorry to hear about this.
And I appreciate you telling me.
If there's anything
I can do to help, just ask.
I like Ray.
I don't want to be rude, Mila,
but I have a meeting I need to attend.
No, don't leave.
Ask him about the money.
I understand, but first...
I have lots of medical bills.
The baby is due in a month.
I need a C-section.
That costs money.
So whatever you were gonna pay Ray,
you can give it to me.
Good job.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Who said I owed Ray any money?
Come on, I'm not stupid.
I know Ray helps you out
and that you pay him for...
for the things that he does.
I don't ask questions.
The truth is, I don't wanna know.
But I need money.
He's onto her.
All right, Mila, play it cool.
Ask him to pay for the lawyer.
I don't even have cash for the lawyer.
Please, Adem, you owe him that.
If he's in jeopardy,
I know it's because he was helping you.
Tell me, Mila.
The FBI...
did they speak to you?
I've known you for years.
You never ask questions.
You never come to my office.
So what changed?
What changed?
My husband got arrested.
Is that all?
I need to use the bathroom.
The baby's pushing on my bladder.
I saw one in the hall.
♪ ♪
Oh, my God. He knows what I'm doing.
Okay, take a breath.
You're okay.
I need to get out.
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
What is it? I'm not done!
You have to get me out.
Keep your voice down.
Mila, who are you talking to?
Myself. You're scaring me.
No need to be scared, I promise.
I want what's best for Ray,
so please just come out.
I'll give you some money
for the medical expenses.
Consider it a gift.
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
Okay, I'll be out soon.
I'm not done in here.
- Help me.
- [KNOCK AT DOOR]
- Ah!
- [YELPS]
Let's go.
Ah!
Why are you lying to me, Mila?
FBI!
[g*nsh*t]
♪ ♪
Suspect is fleeing east on th Street.
Move!
[g*nshots]
[PEOPLE SHOUTING]
♪ ♪
You got nowhere to go, Adem.
Come out with your hands up!
[g*nsh*t]
Suspect is down.
Help! Help!
Somebody call !
I need an ambulance to and Vernon.
Hey, hey, hey, look at me.
Keep your eyes open, okay?
We're gonna put pressure.
Stay with me. Stay right here. Tiff!
Look at me.
All right, help's on the way, okay?
I need you to stay with me.
I need you to breathe.
You're doing fine.
Breathe.
♪ ♪
[SIREN CHIRPS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Hey. She gonna make it?
I don't know.
There's a lot of blood.
She was minding
her own damn business too.
Yeah, it's crazy.
All because of this bastard.
I found his phone.
Diane, can you send this down to Fed?
- You got it.
- I gotta get to a sink.
Yeah, that's probably a good idea.
I'll call Maggie and OA and get
'em down to the garment factory.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Upstairs is clear.
How's it going down here?
Nothing. Just a bunch of junk.
♪ ♪
Can I get some cutters here, please?
Help me move this.
Thanks.
♪ ♪
Quite the arsenal.
AK- s, HE-frag grenades...
no wonder A*F was all over this guy.
Hey.
OA, are these the Javelins?
Check the other one.
The missiles are missing.
All right, everyone,
search of Adem's factory
turned up empty.
It appears the stolen missiles
have been transferred or sold.
At the very minimum,
we know they have been removed
from their crates and are no longer
being housed at the garment factory.
Where are we with Adem's residence?
- Did we find anything?
- Got no luck. Ditto with Omer's.
We're processing computers,
laptops, but so far, nothing.
All right, well, what about
the phone, the one Tiff found?
I don't have much.
He was using some cutting-edge
encryption software.
Emails and texts are all locked up.
- GPS?
- Disabled.
But carrier data can give us
a good history of his movement.
Okay, get it up on the map.
Let's start with the first hours.
We are looking for anywhere
Adem could have stashed
or transferred that Javelin.
Okay, besides the garment
factory and his house,
there's only one other place
Adem spent time.
Hempstead. What's out there?
It looks like a residential zone.
The only business
I'm seeing is a restaurant.
All right, check the financials.
I wanna know who owns it.
Wait.
It has the same director
as other LLCs linked to Adem.
I'm guessing he's the owner.
All right, let's get Maggie
and OA over there right now.
I want that place turned inside out.
The owner had a couple duffel bags,
and they looked heavy.
And I offered to help him carry them,
and he said no, and he meant it.
I thought the guy was
gonna take a swing at me.
How long was he here for?
A couple minutes.
He put 'em in storage and left.
Okay. This is it?
Yeah.
- She's all yours.
- Thanks.
♪ ♪
Okay, we have millions
of dollars in here.
Looks like Adem sold those missiles.
The question is to who.
The only people who can tell us for sure
are either dead or in custody.
All right, let's get
these bills processed.
Maybe a serial number will hit.
You have a UV light?
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Okay, they're not counterfeit,
but they are marked.
I'll call it in.
So we ran the serial numbers,
but there's nothing in our case files.
Well, somebody marked
those bills with UV.
There's a reason.
Well, whoever did it
is probably law enforcement.
Criminals don't mark their own bills.
Yeah, do we have an image?
Yep. Here you go.
Okay, I want every rep to check
with your respective agency.
Do you recognize this marking?
A*F, Treasury, Coast Guard...
I got it.
Isobel, that's DEA.
Jordan, what else can you tell us?
Those bills were marked
in a joint operation
with the Mexican Federal Police
to track money laundering
in the Colima Cartel.
According to my file,
they were in their possession
less than a week ago.
Okay, well, that's progress.
Although we still don't know
what the cartel is planning
to do with those missiles.
Let's try another run at Ray Nichols.
We just wanted to update you.
Adem Polat is dead and so is
his right-hand man, Omer.
For real?
Which means you're the only
person who robbed that armory
that's still alive.
The good news for you, at least,
is that the missiles
are still in the wind.
I don't follow.
It means they need you.
So if you know something, anything,
I can get you a deal. I can't do that.
Sure you can.
We just told you
that Adem and Omer are dead.
Ray, if you go to trial...
No, no, no, you don't get it.
Adem has friends all over the place,
guys who can come for my family
while I'm locked up.
I have to protect them.
I mean, that's a noble idea,
but the cost of that,
of you keeping your mouth shut,
is that you may spend the rest
of your life in prison.
You may never meet your son
on the outside,
never take him to get ice cream
or teach him how to play catch.
I get that, yeah.
But I gotta do what's best
for Mila and the baby,
keep them safe.
Keep them safe?
Okay.
So you're God?
You have some sort of magic wand
you can wave around to make sure
that nothing bad ever happens?
It doesn't work that way.
♪ ♪
Look, I understand what
you're trying to do, Ray.
But you gotta focus on actually
spending time with them,
on being with them.
The only way that that is
ever gonna happen for you
is if you tell us
what you know, here and now.
Who bought the missiles?
What are they planning
on doing with them?
Okay.
♪ ♪
I'm not a k*ller.
I was the driver.
I stayed in the van.
Maybe the law doesn't care about that,
but I want you to know that, okay?
Okay.
Buyer's name is Pascual Santos.
Called Adem a couple weeks ago.
Said he needed a w*apon that
could destroy an armored van.
All right, did you get that?
Copy. Santos, first name Pascual.
Multiple hits but only one
with ties to the Colimas.
All right, throw it up.
This guy a sh*t caller?
Mm, looks like more of a hit man.
Over kills... mayors,
police chiefs, school students.
And that's just with g*ns.
Imagine what he can do with missiles.
Jordan, do you have any intel
on his whereabouts?
No, but last time
Santos was in the U.S.,
he was here for less than hours.
A guy with that rap sheet's
not gonna stick around for long.
Isobel, he bought those
missiles this morning.
I know. So whatever he's planning,
it's happening today.
All right, folks, eyes on me!
Our new objective is
to find Pascual Santos.
We believe he is in possession
of the stolen missiles.
Now, given his avocation
as an experienced hit man,
we should assume he plans to use,
rather than sell, these weapons.
All we know is, he is in New York,
so I suspect his target is too.
Let's get a BOLO out to NCIC as well as
all the other major agencies...
CBP, DHS, NYPD.
All right, let's also
include media, local channels,
and national press.
Hey, Jordan.
Does DEA have any informants,
somebody we could ping about Santos?
No one local.
I can try a source in Mexico.
Ah, no time.
att*ck is coming today, and
there's not much of it left.
Okay, well, if we can't find Pascual,
let's do the next best thing...
ID his target.
Ray said that it was
in an armored van, right?
So what's inside the van?
Well, not cash or valuables, right?
A Javelin would blow that
to kingdom come.
Right, so we're talking flesh
and blood, an assassination.
We use armored vans
to transport prisoners
when there's a credible thr*at.
That's a theory. Let's run with it.
Charlie, do you have anyone high profile
moving through the area?
Let's see.
Okay, only two prisoners
getting armored transport today.
One is a convicted t*rror1st
on a transfer
and the other one is a witness
going to a routine hearing
at the Southern District Court
in White Plains.
Tell me about the witness.
Former drug trafficker.
Don't have the details,
but the hearing is related
to a pending case, United
States versus Nico Hernandez.
Hernandez is the former boss
of the Colima Cartel.
If that witness is gonna
testify against him,
they would see him as a traitor,
someone to eliminate at all costs.
Where's the van now?
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
There it is.
I got eyes on the van, still intact.
Our guys are stuck in traffic.
The courthouse is
right around the corner.
If there's an ambush,
it's gotta be there.
They are sitting ducks. Hey, Charlie?
I need you to warn the marshals.
You all should be scrubbing
every cam you can find.
We need to know where Santos
is bringing those missiles.
How many guys does it take
to operate a Javelin?
Two... you need a sh**t and a spotter.
I'm guessing these guys
are gonna have backup too.
So three, maybe four guys? Where?
The most effective sh**ting
position would be a roof.
Okay, which one?
Jubal, where are we with air support?
Uh, five minutes out.
SWAT's also airborne, same ETA.
Okay, Tiff, see if
you can get the marshals
to start evacuating the witness,
and we will start searching on foot.
Me and Maggie go north. Scola, south.
How you guys doing? Anything?
Getting nothing on street cams.
All right, keep scrubbing.
Hey, you know what?
Let's push Santos' photo out
to every uni in the area.
Thank you.
Guys, you're on your own for now.
Do what you can.
♪ ♪
Hey!
Come on, where's your witness?
He's staying put.
What about "m*ssile"
don't you understand?
- This could be a fake-out.
- It's not, I promise you.
It's my call.
Hey, guys?
I think I see a scope
that might be a spotter.
He's on the building north of the van.
Jubal, we think we got him
on the roof of the building
north of the courthouse.
Copy that... choppers
are three minutes out.
Maggie might have something.
Scola, get to our position immediately.
Okay, two minutes.
I'm gonna check something.
♪ ♪
Damn it! It's a false alarm.
It's a survey team.
[VOICES SPEAKING SPANISH]
I got 'em.
Parking garage, th floor.
I see the Javelin.
- Wait for backup.
- Copy that.
There's no time.
Engaging.
FBI! Show me your hands!
[g*nf*re]
[CARTEL TEAM SHOUTING IN SPANISH]
♪ ♪
Jubal, the Javelins are secure.
Hey.
Witness doing all right?
Yeah, he's safe and sound.
[APPREHENSIVE MUSIC]
You okay?
Just another day, right?
[PHONE BUZZING]
It's Nina.
Yeah. Go ahead.
♪ ♪
Do I need my lawyer?
I just wanted to let you know
that the information
you shared saved lives.
I spoke personally to the AUSA,
for what it's worth.
Thank you.
I screwed up, man.
I had no idea what they were
gonna do to the colonel.
Whole time, I tried to play it safe.
I told Adem I didn't
wanna go in the armory.
I wanted to stay in the van.
'Cause of the baby, you know?
But I screwed up.
What-what do you mean?
If I had just gone inside,
if I was with Adem instead
of that other dude...
we wouldn't have sh*t anyone.
I wouldn't be riding
a m*rder case right now.
Good luck with everything.
♪ ♪
How's Nina?
Uh, she's good. Yeah.
Not quite back to normal,
but getting better every day.
The baby?
All good.
When do you hear back
about the white collar gig?
Oh, I just got the call, actually,
but I turned it down.
[PENSIVE MUSIC]
It may not be
the world's safest job, but...
I love what I do.
And who I work with.
You know, you were so right.
About what?
That you don't just
get to wave a magic wand
and hope that nothing bad ever happens.
The world doesn't work that way.
So I'm gonna do my thing
and hope for the best.
That's all you can do.
♪ ♪
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[WOLF HOWLS]