01x01 - Pilot

[bunniefuu]

[owl hooting]

[doorbell rings]

- Uber Eats.

[pounding]

I have your order.

It's getting--

[suspenseful music]

- Stop!

Carlos!

U.S. Marshals!

I said stop!

Deputy Marshal Libby Farrell
in need of backup,

in pursuit of fugitive
Decena, Carlos.

Headed northwest off
Railroad Ave in Crozet.

Fugitive is unarmed,
on foot and--

[line beeps]

Carlos!

Carlos!

Stop!

♪ ♪

I said stop!

There's nowhere to run.
Backup's on its way.

If you come with me now,
we can save

a whole lot of drama
when they get here.

- I can't.

- Slowly down on your knees.

- I'm innocent.

- Maybe of something,
but not this.

- My son.

I can't leave him.

- I get it.
I do.

Which is why I can make you
a special deal,

one I think you'd like.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[g*nsh*t]

♪ ♪

[g*nsh*t]

♪ ♪

[g*nsh*t]

♪ ♪

[Natalie Bergman's
"Gunslinger"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ He was a traveling man
with a story to tell ♪

♪ Flew from city to city
collecting tales ♪

♪ He was a dream catcher ♪

♪ Suitcase was filled
with small treasures ♪

♪ Lost in the desert
for so long ♪

♪ I picked him up,
and I dusted him off ♪

♪ When another might
have left him for dead ♪

♪ He had whiskey
on his tongue ♪

♪ He was parched by the sun ♪

♪ I never should have ♪
[phone buzzing]

♪ Given him a chance ♪

♪ He could have
a wandering eye ♪

♪ And he could take me down
with his smile ♪

[phone chimes]

♪ I'm tired of playing
the joker now ♪

♪ I'll be your queen ♪

- Madam Marshal,
about to land.

♪ ♪

[shutter clicking]

- Has the location
been secured?

- Swept and secured, ma'am.

You were wearing that
yesterday.

- I slept at my boyfriend's.

Any press?

- Only a matter of time.

We need the FBI on this.

- I know just who to call.

- So I have some bad news.

- What the heck?

I thought you stayed over
because you didn't have

to be in until 10:00 today.

- So did I,
but I am being brought in

on a U.S. Marshal incident
two hours out by my mother.

Nothing like nepotism to force
a family get-together.

- Maybe she'll ask
why she hasn't met me yet.

- If you're lucky,
you never will.

- I'm not sure that sounds
how you think it does.

- You know how much
I hate letting you down.

Can we do dinner instead?

I will sneak away if I have to.

- OK.

- [clicks tongue]

[door opens, shuts]

- Morning, Joel.

I thought I was gonna finally
meet the elusive Clare.

- Nope.
You just missed her.

But isn't it gratifying
to know you're not

the only one she's elusive to?

- She is real, right?

This isn't, like,
a ChatGPT situation?

- [chuckles]

- Wait, were you going
to ask her to move in?

Well, there's always dinner.

- Here he comes.

- Congrats, Mike.
- Thank you.

- Your last week.
- Yeah.

[applause]
All right. OK.

- End of an era.

- Can't wait for the party.
- Big day.

- Get your bait ready!
- All right. All right.

It's a bit much,
don't you think?

- Mike.
- I told 'em not to do it.

- Why do people congratulate
you when you retire?

I'm not graduating.

I'm being fired, contractually.

- You should be happy.

You made it all the way
to the finish line.

- Well, maybe not just yet.

Hear me out.
- A new theory isn't enough.

- The guy we shot didn't do it.

The real assassin
is still out there.

- The one who missed--

on a president who isn't
even in office anymore.

- An extra 30 days, that's all.

- I will check one last time.

But what is that saying?

Asking the same question
over and over

and expecting a different
result is the definition of--

- How you solve a crime.

- See Sharon before
the briefing.

She has something for your
eyes only regarding your son.

- All right.

[line rings]

[phone buzzing]

- When I heard you applied,
I was shocked.

A Hollingsworth behind a desk

with your whole family
in the field.

- My career coach
in the Marines

felt the
National Security Division

was the perfect fit for my
skill set, what you do here.

- Two Secret Service agents,
a U.S. Marshal, a Fed--

[chuckles]

What your dinner table
conversations must be like.

- We'd have to have dinner
together to know.

- Which brings me to this.

As this is
the Department of Justice,

you can't tell anyone
what you see here,

including, let's say,
your father.

I want to make sure you have
a long career with us, son.

- I was told
by employee services

my security clearance
is pending.

I assume that's
a clerical error.

- Your status will update
once you've settled,

after we get to know you.

- Sir, if I may.
- Hmm?

- Do I have the job,
or am I on a trial period?

- Yes.

[phone buzzes]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Welcome to the DOJ.

♪ ♪

- If you left from McLean,

you would have been here


- I was at Logan's.

- Should I know who Logan is?
Oh, wait.

Is he the guy you've been
dating for six months

yet only mentioned existing
two weeks ago?

- I knew you pulled me
into this

to tell me how
I'm disappointing you.

- This should be open and shut.

It just needs
the bureau's rubber stamp

that it's how it appears to be.

- Brian Delaney.

- My phone isn't working.

- Yeah,
we have a hotspot for you.

- U.S. Marshal Libby Farrell.

Been tracking a fugitive
from Monterrey, Mexico

since he jumped bail
after an extradition hearing

three months ago.

She found that fugitive,
Carlos Decena,

last night, 23:46.

We know the time because
she called for backup.

We're awaiting the recordings.

So Decena takes off.

Farrell follows.
They land here.

Decena draws his weapon.

Farrell fires.

Decena fires back
as he's bleeding out.

Backup found her at 0100.

- Took the police
an hour to get here?

- She didn't call PD.

She called the local
marshal's field office.

- Why here?

- Trees make good cover.

- I mean, this is
a cellular dead zone.

Do you have any idea how
few of those there are?

- No, but I imagine
a fugitive in hiding might.

- 5G by his house,

but no reception
right here on this cliff.

- You want to subpoena Verizon?

- Libby was shot in her
pec major, sternal head.

Missed the kevlar
by a millimeter.

- Straight through
her left lung.

- That's more
than a lucky shot.

That's military sn*per level.

Add to that just having
been shot yourself,

you're talking magic trick.

Can you show me where
they entered the woods?

I want to time it out.

- This is why
I don't work with family.

They tend to make small things
into big things.

- My family knows there's
no such thing as small things.

♪ ♪

- Stallion, Sequoia, and
Splinter are at Camp David.

- And the president's daughter,
Micah?

- Sparrow is back in DC

looking at off-campus housing
for senior year at Howard.

Ellen?

- BG check on the real estate
agent came back clear.

Eight showings today.

Good to go,
pending on-site review.

- We'll reconvene at 17:00.

Junior, a moment.

You were caught sleeping
at the complex again.

This isn't a party you crashed.
It's a job.

And in order to keep it,

you have to remain professional
at all times.

- I've never crashed
a party in my life.

- So this isn't
you and Sparrow

on a yacht last week
off Zlatni Rat?

- It's my job

to go where she goes.

- In board shorts?

- She asked me to join her, OK?
She is my boss.

- I'm your boss.
- Wait, so she can't fire me?

- Yes, she can fi--
that's not the point.

You might be good at this,
but we can't get close.

If you are perceived by the
public as getting too close,

you not only
put your job on the line,

you call the entire agency's
ethics into question.

Can you understand that?
- Mm. Yeah.

What I understand is this is
my last week working for you.

And I plan on
celebrating that,

maybe with Sparrow
and her friends.

- OK, here's where we're at.

Carlos Decena entered
the United States illegally

with his boss,
Miguel Sandoval.

Sandoval is the head of
the Las Cruces cartel.

Sandoval disappeared.
Decena was arrested.

And after he jumped bail,
Agent Farrell was assigned

to the Fugitive Task Force.

- Uh, requests--

Libby requested to
be put on the FTF.

- What's the difference?

- Perhaps nothing,
but given the circumstances,

should be explored.

- This was
a cornered fugitive

who fought back,
plain and simple.

- Decena was
the cartel accountant.

Per all reports, he'd never
fired a g*n in his life.

- You think that the accountant
for the deadliest cartel

in the world doesn't know
how to fire a g*n?

Sandoval's nannies are armed.

- Why run if he was armed?

Why not just sh**t the second
she knocked on the door?

- Fire a g*n in the cul-de-sac,
someone calls the cops.

But here--
- Good you bring up cops.

Protocol on remote location

is to call 911
for immediate assistance.

Libby called for backup
she knew would take

over an hour to arrive.

- Libby was my mentor
and one of the best agents

that we have.

And we cannot release her body
until this case is closed.

- Preliminary forensics.

- Well, let's settle this
once and for all.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Sparrow's landed.
Headed in.

- Everything you requested--

high floor, tall ceilings,
good light.

And the neighborhood
can't be beat.

- Would love to feel the vibes
with only me here.

Hopefully,
that'll happen someday.

- Introduce yourself
to the super.

Get the names of the neighbors
we couldn't find.

Run BGs.

- You don't even know
if she likes it.

- She likes it.

- I'll be outside the door,
ma'am.

- Rachel.
- Mm.

- Initial report says
b*llet entry and exit wounds

match the caliber of the g*ns.

♪ ♪

- What are you doing?

- Come with me.

- Maybe a good salad?
- Russ! Hey!

Your dad wanted to surprise you
for lunch on your first day.

- Thank you, Ginny.

That look on his face
is exactly what I wanted.

- Oh, Mr. Bowling,
do you have a sec?

I need your signature, please.

- Uh, I'll be right back.

- Not here.
Outside?

- Yep.
- Right now.

[knocking]

- When you know which
bedroom you want to use,

let us know so we can check
the sightlines, ma'am.

- Why don't we
check them together?

♪ ♪

- OK.
Don't move.

[indistinct chatter]

Marshal, without moving,
look behind you to your right.

Then turn back.

Libby's entry and exit wounds
aren't clean.

She wasn't looking at Carlos
when she was hit.

She was turning.

She was looking for something
on the ridge.

- Yeah.
Decena with a g*n.

- I'm hearing a lot of ideas,
but not a narrative,

Agent Hollingsworth.

- I think a third party
shot them both.

- Come on.

- First, over Libby's shoulder,
then over Carlos's.

The sh**ter moved behind her,
over to Carlos's spot.

My theory is that only
one of them was the target.

The other was collateral.

If somebody wanted Decena dead,
they knew where to find him.

But that puts my money on
someone wanting Libby dead.

But why?

- Recording has landed.

- Deputy Marshal Libby Farrell

in need of backup in pursuit
of fugitive Decena, Carlos,

headed northwest off
Railroad Ave in Crozet.

Fugitive is unarmed--

- Did she just say
he was unarmed?

- Fugitive is unarmed,
on foot.

- OK.
You have 12 hours--


your third-party theory

and open
a formal investigation.

- On it.

[tense music]

- Seriously?

[chatter]

♪ ♪

- Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

- We probably should
get downstairs

before they wonder
what's taking you so long.

- No one wonders about me,
only you.

- That's not true.

But we probably should
be more careful.

On yachts and private planes

where nobody can see us
is one thing.

But back home--

- Are you breaking up with me?

- You know how much
I care about you.

I'm just saying it's dangerous.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, it's a good thing
we both like that.

♪ ♪

- What are you doing here?

- Can't I take my son
to lunch on his first big day

at the DOJ?

- If that's all it is.

- [chuckles]

Russell.

Oh.

Hey, do you remember

when former President Barnes
got shot at a few years ago?

Well, I'm running down
a new theory.

But before I present it
to the agency,

I just need one tiny favor.

- I was specifically
told not to talk

to you about this stuff.

- If that doesn't tell you
I'm on to something, what does?

All I need are
the medical examiner's files

for the alleged sh**ter
we k*lled.

That's it.

How about we hit that
Thai place you love so much?

- Hey.

- So I'm gonna be late
for dinner.

- How late?
- Tomorrow.

- Here you go.

- So this is what
Lois Lane feels like.

- I love you, Lois.

Thank you.

- Love you, too.

- Your door is open.

- I thought Clare was coming.

- Strike two.

- You like my breakfast?
Wait till you try my dinner.

I can get behind a partner
with unreliable hours,

especially someone doing
what she does.

But combine that with

how she withholds aspects of
her personal life, her family.

- For some people, their family
isn't part of their life,

like me.

- She sends fit checks
to her brother.

She can't rent a car
without having her dad

review the lease a dozen times.

She agonizes over gift wrap
for a present for her mom.

- Maybe she's trying to protect
you from something, you know?

A family full
of glorified cops

finding all your skeletons

before the hors d'oeuvres
hit the table.

- I don't have any skeletons.

I wish I did, then it
would make more sense.

You hungry?

- Oh, very.
- Have a seat.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

[phone buzzes]

- Calling instead of texting.
Who died?

- Needed my hands free
'cause I'm working.

- Oh, pass-the-time call.
My favorite.

- Can't it be
'cause I'm lonely?

- You?

- Fine.
I want to complain.

- Mom or Dad?
- Never Mom.

- That's where we're different.

- Well, clearly,
you need to go first.

- Should we conference
Russ in?

- No, let him stay
innocent as always,

where everyone's
kind and good.

- I was closing in
on a most wanted,

and Mom pulled me off to
authenticate a double m*rder

and doesn't seem to care that
I have my own caseload.

Never mind I have to fight
her cronies on this,

and it's almost like
she wants that.

- At least she wants your help.

Dad's been riding me
so hard lately,

and I can't figure out why.

It's like he's trying
to embarrass me

so he's the only Hollingsworth
the service remembers fondly.

- Yeah, he can't be
taking retirement well.

- Not at all.

- How do I get Mom
to take my job seriously?

- How do I get Dad
to trust me with mine?

- Maybe she's just trying
to make me pay for choosing

the bureau over her.

- Or maybe it's about you not
letting us meet this guy.

- OK, Logan is
also kind and good,

and I want to keep him that way
as long as possible.

You know Mom.

She's probably going to
polygraph him in the driveway.

And Dad's gonna tell me
to break up with him

'cause his handshake's weak.

- It's weak?

- It's not the firmest,
but he's a history teacher.

And who shakes hands
anymore, anyway?

Look, just let him
embarrass you.

In three weeks,
you're gonna wish

he were still there to do it.

- Love you.
- Love you.

[line beeps]

- Gotcha.

[thunder rumbles]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[gentle violin music playing]

- I'm sorry I'm late, Terry.

- I missed you this weekend.

- Ooh, that reminds me.

If anyone asks,
I was with you last night.

I used you to get out
of a work thing.

[footsteps squish]

[crowd murmurs]

[gasps]

- I'm gonna need
more than 12 hours.

- Tell your supervisor, not me.

- He needs your approval.

Approve this?

Someone shot a b*llet into
the ground next to Libby.

A GL*CK 19, like Libby's.

Only hers was fired once,
not twice.

The k*ller shot Carlos
with the GL*CK-alike

and then fired Libby's g*n to
make it look like she did it.

- A b*llet hole with no b*llet
isn't proof of anything.

And speaking of
a lack of proof,

I'd like to meet your
boyfriend, if he exists.

- That is not
at all relevant to--

- No.
You're probably right.

If you're so sure
I won't like him,

it's probably good
to keep him away.

- Passive-aggressive
doesn't work on you.

It's just aggressive.

- OK, I'll go direct.

You always said you didn't
want to end up like me,

hence your choosing the bureau.

I think you chose a partner not
like us for that same reason.

And while it's been
almost 12 months--

- Six months.

- you haven't introduced
any of us to this Logan.

So I can only assume
that you're currently

discovering the ones
not like us don't work out.

They see us as
exciting anomalies at first,

human superheroes
doing the Lord's work.

And while it's intoxicating
to be looked at that way,

they grow to resent
what we know is fact--

that you can't protect
the world

and the people you love in it
at the same time.

They end up wanting you
to choose.

And we all make
the right choice in the end.

- Logan isn't like that.

That's why
I don't want you to meet.

You always think
the worst of people.

- I think the real of people.

- Are you gonna give me
the time or not?

- You can have 12 more hours.

- 24.

And I will bring Logan
to dinner tomorrow night

and show you what I found.

- I knew you'd come around.

[door shuts]

- Babe, two?
There's only six of us.

- Well, I couldn't decide
if you were from a fruit

or a cream family.

And I couldn't
decide that because

I know nothing about them.

How much can you tell me in--
what have we got?



- Well, to start,
don't ask questions.

They hate that.

- That would be
incredibly rude.

- It's a house full
of government agents.

Let them do the asking,
or they're gonna think

you're deflecting,
which is what I'll be doing.

- What do they actually
know about me?

- They know your name.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Why do I need a warrant
to see what's in the camera?

- You know why.
What do you think is on there?

- Hi.

- It's not that I think
that there's anything.

But if the apartment has one,
there's got to be a reason.

I want to know what it is.

- Mom!

This is--

- Madam Marshal,
nice to meet you.

- Oh, you did your research.

It's Jane.

It's nice to meet you, Logan.

Clare has told me
next to nothing about you,

which means she must
really care for you.

[chuckles]
I'll try.

- You shouldn't have to.

Shall I give you some help
in the kitchen?

- Sure.

Uh, Micah,

see if our guest
would like a drink.

- I'm on the phone.

- OK, get off the phone.

- I've got the drinks.

- I got rid of the coat rack.

It was standing there empty
like some dead tree.

- Who doesn't love a "you
never visit" in metaphor form?

- I bought that coat rack.

You moved the sofa.

- Yes.
- Yo, Dad.

When's the last time
we did this, huh?

- Oh, gosh.
Not since--

- Forever.

- I, for one, feel like
I haven't seen you in forever.

- Yeah, yeah.
You saw me a couple hours ago.

You hid from me.
Is Russ here yet?

Russ!
Russell!

- He's not here.
- Russ!

What was that?
What's in there?

- It's messy.

- So you, uh, raised
all three kids here, huh?

- All three.

- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.

- Would you mind
if I stole Clare?

- No, no, no, not at all.

- OK, Logan,
I will show you around.

A lot has changed
since I was last here,

so it'll all be new
to the both of us.

- Yeah.
Mom got the house in the--

- Divorce.

- We're not divorced.
- We're not divorced.

- Just separated in perpetuity.

- She has better
health insurance.

- OK.
- Yeah?

- All right.
Yeah.

- Two.

- Fruit and cream.

- Why don't you take your
coat off and try to relax.

- Right.
Yeah.

Thank you.

- Logan.
- Mr. Hollingsworth.

- You can call me Mike.
- Mike.

Very nice to meet you.
- You too.

- What if I told you
I maybe got caught

doing something
I shouldn't have?

- Maybe or did?

- It's so nice that
you and your--

that you and Jane
are so friendly.

- It's all for your sake.

We haven't seen
each other in years.

There is something off
about this living room.

Can't put my finger on it.

[door opens, shuts]

- Hey.
I need advice.

- Uh-uh.
I gotta talk to Mom.

Uh, get Logan a drink.

- Russell.
- Hey, Dad.

- Just the man
I was hoping to see.

- Here's what I found.

Libby wasn't just
looking for Carlos.

She was secretly searching
for his boss, too.

Per her credit card statements,
any tip they got on Sandoval,

she followed up
on her own dime.

- Honey, I'm plating.
Help me.

- Is Bowling
treating you all right?

- Yeah. Good.
- Good.

Were you able to get it?

- You know, it's hard on
my first day to ask--

Logan!
- Russell.

- Excuse me. Man of the hour.
- Hi.

- Russell Hollingsworth.
Pleasure.

- Very nice to meet you.
- Good to meet you.

- Has nobody taken your coat?
- Oh, no.

That's all right.
- Let me hang that up for you.

You know, on second thought,

why don't you hang
both of these up?

I'll get us a drink, OK?
- Oh, sure.

- How's that?
- Yeah, that's great.

- How do you feel about bourbon?
- I love bourbon.

- Make yourself at home.
- OK.

- The judge would provide
the warrant,

but management would
review the footage first,

which means your dad,
unless you can tell them

what you're looking for
specifically.

- This is an empty rental.
It's a public space.

Why do we even need a warrant?

- The warrant
is for the landlord

to give us the footage.

What is on this footage,
Micah?

Can you tell me?

- Can you give me BG
on the landlord?

- I guess.

- Did I tell you
a neighbor's Nest cam

caught an Uber delivering
an envelope to Carlos's house

the day he died?

Driver said he didn't look,
but it felt like cash.

My hunch is that
the k*ller paid Carlos

to lure Libby to that
blind spot on the cliff.

Promised they'd get rid of her
to keep his hiding place

a secret,
then k*lled them both.

- You still haven't offered
why a deputy marshal

would be targeted for a hit.

- Sandoval knows
Libby's looking for him.

Maybe she's getting close.

- But why would Libby
be looking for Sandoval

in the first place?

We have a special
task force on him.

She could have
asked to be on it.

She didn't.

- Maybe she wanted brownie
points for finding him herself.

Or--

- Or maybe she wanted to
find him for another reason.

[tense music]

[phone buzzes]

- It's the medical examiner.

Been waiting for this.

[phone buzzes]

- Hi.
- Hello?

- You like bourbon?
- Thank you.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- What? Uh--
[phone buzzes]

How did that slip by everyone? -
Hello?

Can it wait?

- Did the Marshals Service
know?

- I am at dinner
with my family.

- Well?

- The background request on
the landlord set off alarms.

I couldn't stop it.
- Do you have the files?

- They're looking into you now.

- Did you get
the background or not?

- It's in your inbox.

[chatter]

- This is big news.

- That picture doesn't fit.

- Yeah, I know, um--

- Who plays piano?
- My brother--

- Oh, it's just for show.

- There's sheet music.
- It came with.

- Are there photos missing
from the wall here?

- So many questions.

What, are you a normy or CIA?

Hey, why is everybody
on their phones?

No more working.
It's family time.

- That wasn't work.

But they did call,
so I should call them back.

- Retirement 24 hours away,
and you're still whipped?

- What's going on with you?
- What's going on with you?

- Russ,

let's finish that conversation.

Junior can show Logan upstairs.

- If you want to talk to Dad--

- I'm not done with Logan.

- Oh, Russ.

Russell.

- OK, then.

- Libby had terminal cancer.

- Maybe contain your
excitement over that.

I just got off a call.

- Her blood work
showed trace amounts

of dendritic cell treatment,
whose clinical trial

is only approved in Mexico.

The waiting list is years long.

How did Libby get in?
- Clare--

- I need to be sent
down there immediately

to talk to the doctors
and interview everybody.

- Clare--

- What if Libby found Sandoval
but cut a deal,

told him she'd keep his
location a secret if--

if he got her into the trial?

I mean, with his connections,
that'd be easy.

But why k*ll her?
- Clare,

you have to stop.

- Stop what?

- Oh, Logan.

Excuse us.
Russ.

- Hey, uh, can I help at all?

- No.
- No.

- Your investigation
made it up the chain.

they think you've blown
a simple incident

out of proportion with no one
asking for a deeper look,

not your bureau,
not the Mexican government,

not even Libby's widower.

Everyone's happy with
how it appears, except you.

They're closing it out.

It's over.

- Did you or did you not
get what I was asking for?

Just answer me.

- I couldn't. I'm sorry.

- You couldn't
or you didn't want to?

Why did I even get you that job
if you can't help me?

- You didn't get me that job.
I got that job for myself.

- Oh.

- Time for dinner.

- After you.

♪ ♪

- These are really beautiful.

Terry's office.
Who's Terry?

- My boyfriend--

who's moving in.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

- You know,

I had something I was really
passionate about at work.

- And now you can
go back to it.

- I got taken off of it
for your case,

and now I care about your case.

- So, um, how long have
you been in this house?

- Around 30 years.

- 34.

- It was Mike's
before he met me.

- Now it's Terry's.

- And, um, what was
Clare like as a kid?

- The same.

Headstrong, determined.

- Insubordinate.

- My, uh--
my brother's like that.

I guess all firstborns
are, right?

- Clare's not the first.

- Yes, she is.

- Are we not counting
Jack anymore?

I don't think
that's right at all.

- Who's Jack?

Is there some kind of secret
sibling I should know about?

[laughter]

- Jack was my son from
my first marriage.

He died five years ago.

- I assumed Clare told you.

- Maybe she was waiting for it
to get more serious

before revealing something
so personal.

- Yeah,
I-I thought it was serious.

- Logan, please.

- Suddenly, I am not,
uh, feeling so great.

And I, um--

I think I'm gonna go.

Excuse me.

It was very nice to meet you.

- I'm sorry if we made you
uncomfortable in any way.

- Not at all.
Thank you.

- Seriously?

- I'm needed back
at the office.

- If that were true,
I would have heard.

- Enjoy your retirement.

- You know, I didn't
want to come tonight.

I knew we'd end up
pretending to be

how we haven't been in years.

Turns out we can't
even do that anymore.

- [sighs]

- Logan, wait.

Please.

- I don't even know
what to say, Clare.

Why didn't you tell me?

- Jack was in Afghanistan.

When he came back,
he was never the same.

He started drinking
and doing drugs,

anything not to face whatever
he had done or seen there.

Until one day, he realized
it would never work, I guess.

- Clare,

that is awful

for you and for your family.

But I don't understand.

Are you ashamed of that
or something?

Is this why you
hid them from me?

- I hid them from you because
of what you just witnessed--

a family full of people
who will stop at nothing

to protect literal strangers,

but are unable to stop
hurting each other.

- But they're not you.

They're not.

I thought we told
each other everything.

I told you everything.

[pensive music]

- Maybe my mom was right.

Maybe we're just too different.

♪ ♪

- I really thought
this was working.

♪ ♪

[engine turns over]

- Hey.
[car departs]

Let's get drunk.

♪ ♪

[gentle music]

- Mm.

Sprung for top shelf, I see.
- Yeah.

It gets the same job done
for a third of the price.

- Ew.

Why didn't you tell him
about Jack?

- I was gonna tell him.

I just thought tonight was safe
since Mom and Dad

never talk about it.

We've been so defined
by what happened,

I just wanted one thing
tragedy didn't touch.

- So sorry.

Did you know Dad tried
to manipulate me

into getting information
for him at the DOJ?

- That's why he tried
to corner you?

About that old
assassination attempt?

What'd you do?

- I got it,
but I didn't give it to him.

Our whole lives,
he's been Secret Service Agent

Mike Hollingsworth.

In two days, Dad.

I've been looking forward
to that for so long.

The idea I could be the reason
it got postponed--

- For the last hour,

I've been looking for dirt
to ruin a total stranger

just to save my own a*s.

Self-preservation at all costs.

We really are just chips
off the old blocks, huh?

Don't let Mom define your job

or your relationship
or yourself.

We're adults now.

We get to choose
the life that we want.

- You're right.

♪ ♪

- What's going on
with you and Russ?

- I needed his help.

The agents that get remembered
are the ones who screwed up.

I don't want that to be me.

- Isn't it possible
you didn't

and you're just afraid
to let go?

- Terrified.

- That's why you have to.

- Why are you torturing Clare?

You could have pulled
anyone on that case.

- I needed her.

Plus, she'd been avoiding me.

I wanted to make sure
she wasn't

making a mistake with Logan.

- Well, if you're so worried
about making mistakes,

maybe your boyfriend
shouldn't move in so fast.

After all,
it was my bed

you were in the other night,
not his.

- I know.

[door clicks]
- Dad?

- Dad, are you still here?
- Yeah.

- Mr. Farrell,
I'm so sorry to bother you,

especially during this time.

I'm just trying
to close the loop.

- Yes, of course.

- When the blood work
came back on Libby,

it appeared that there
were drugs in her system

that were not FDA approved--
meds, I should say,

one in particular for cancers,
such as melanoma,

lung, and breast,
the latter of which, your wife--

- For a few years, yes.

- Might you be able
to tell us

how she procured this treatment?

- Oh, God.
Uh, I have no idea.

- Are you sure?

Because you seemed pretty
involved with her care.

- God,
I knew this would happen.

I knew you would find out.

- I was able to get
what you wanted.

- Russ.
- I shouldn't have done it.

But I do have it.
So if you really want it--

- I don't.

- I can give it to you
and risk losing my job.

But, wait, what did you say?

- I said I don't want it.
[phone buzzes]

- You don't?
- Your mom and I talked.

I was grasping at straws,

looking for anything I could
to stay in the game.

And I never should
have used you to do it.

And I lied.

I said I pulled strings
to get you that job,

but you didn't need it.

Junior?

[phone buzzes]

- I'm kind of in the
middle of something.

- The camera wasn't recording.

- I know. I unplugged it.
- No, it was a prop.

The landlord plugged it in
to scare people.

Apparently, there's been
a string of squatters--

[quirky music]

- Is everything OK?

What did you want
to talk about?

- What kind of pizza
do you want for your party?

I'm in charge of F&B.

You know what?
Don't tell me right now.

I gotta run,
but, uh, I'll call you later?

- Yeah.

- Clare called
an emergency meeting

to present new evidence
she's found.

I have to stop her right now.

- I thought this was
open and shut.

- It's not.
- It's not.

- And yet I have
the director of the FBI

calling me at 9 o'clock
saying I need to hear

what you have to say,
and it can't wait.

What's so urgent?

These two people
shot each other.

- No, Clare was right.

They were shot by a hit man
hired by Miguel Sandoval.

- Libby's widower
gave me permission

to share chats between her and
Sandoval on Discord, in code.

She found him in March, but
facing her terminal diagnosis,

she asked for help
in place of an arrest.

He arranged a round
of treatment

in a medical trial
in Cancun for Libby,

and then he ghosted her.

And when she needed another
round to keep her numbers down,

her only chance was
to find Carlos in hopes

that he'd rat out where
his boss was hiding.

Sandoval heard that Libby
was closing in on Carlos,

and afraid her asks
would never stop,

hired an assassin to k*ll both
and make it look like

they did it to each other.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

There was an accident
on the Roosevelt.

I tried to stop Clare
from calling you all in.

- No need.
Your daughter did well, Jane.

Never thought
one of our own could do this,

especially Libby.

Thank you for putting this
together, Agent Hollingsworth.

The USMS will take over.

You can get back
to your caseload.

Jane, a word.

[footsteps]

- You tried to stop me?

- And I would have
if I hadn't been late.

- You've never been late
a day in your life.

You wanted me to do that.

- Maybe I knew more about
poor Libby than I let on.

Maybe I thought
no one would listen

because who wants to admit one
of their own had gone rogue.

And maybe--
maybe I needed someone

from the outside
who I knew would stop

at nothing to find the truth.

- So you do believe in my work.

- I don't believe in you.

I'm sure of you.

And I really would like
to give Logan another chance.

- I would as well.

He's called so many times.
I've ignored them all.

Avoidant, as always.

- Afraid,

not avoidant.

But I bet you have
nothing to be afraid of.

Go talk to him.

[knocking]

- Hello?

[gentle music]

Ms. Hollingsworth?

Clare?

Is anybody here?

♪ ♪

I wanted to apologize
for earlier.

♪ ♪

Hello?

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- So I'm not who I said I was.

But neither are you.

♪ ♪

- Logan?

Babe?

[tense music]

[phone buzzes]

- Oh, we can't do this here.
No.

[phone buzzes]

I gotta go.

[phone buzzes]

[chatter]

[phone buzzes]

[Zero 7's
"In The Waiting Line"]

- ♪ Waiting in line ♪

♪ Till your time ♪

- This is ridiculous.

Has it dawned on you
that we could help?

- I've said what I can
at this time, sir.

- All we know is that
my daughter's boyfriend

was attacked.
Is he alive?

Is he dead?
Is he in critical condition?

- I've got it from here.

Homeland Security Detective
Nia Wallace.

- ♪ Different things to me ♪

♪ ♪

- Never been in this
situation before,

but since you all have as high
security clearances as I do,

I feel you'll understand
more than most

what I'm about to share.

Someone's been targeting
high-ranking government agents

in the past few weeks.

- What do you mean, targeting?
- What do you mean, agents?

- We've lost a a DEA agent,

an A*F officer, and--
- A U.S. Marshal.

- Whoever this k*ller is,
one of you was their goal.

Your boyfriend was
just in the way.

We need to keep this
out of the public eye.

You need to continue
business as usual.

You need to remain
at your posts

until we know who's doing this
and who in your family

was the target.

Retirement's put on hold,
Agent Hollingsworth.

Keep your eyes open,
but keep your cases up, too.

I'll need to bring you in
for interviews right now.

- Let me just gather my things.

Mike, some help.

- Yeah.

- I have a feeling
about something.

Come here.

- ♪ What you see ♪

♪ Motionless wheel ♪

♪ Nothing is real ♪

- Oh, no.

♪ ♪

- What?

♪ ♪

- It can't be Jack.

I refuse to believe it.

- Well, if it is, we have to
get to him before they do,

find out what's going on.

Come on.

- ♪ Everyone's taking
everything they can ♪

♪ Everything they can ♪

♪ Everyone's taking
everything they can ♪

♪ Everything ♪

[siren whoops]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪