01x02 - Family Business

[bunniefuu]

Come on.

Wait, where are you taking me?

Patience.

You're so corny.

- Only for you.
- Oh, wow.

Almost there.

Okay.

Open.

What the hell?

Are we robbing the place?

Don't have to. I own it.

You mean your parents do.

Yeah, but then it'll be mine.

My grandfather opened
this place in 1950.

This one's gorgeous.

Not enough weight for a girl like you.

You're frickin' ridiculous.

I'll show you the good stuff.

First piece my grandfather ever made.

It's stunning.

You're stunning.

Turn around.

How's that feel?

Come here.

- Hey, Sam.
- Yo.

See what I'm doing here?

I see what he's letting you do.

It look like you're in trouble.

Okay, okay.

- Okay, okay, okay.
- Exactly.

I pay Professor Glick here
to beat me up once a week.

What does that say about me?

- You got issues.
- It's true.

- Come move around with us.
- Nah, nah, nah.

I'm-a move around with the bag.
I'm good over here.

We do this so we don't have to stand up,

- you know what I mean?
- Okay, enjoy yourself.

You go easy on him, okay?

Fair enough.

- Fair enough.
- All right, okay.

Go ahead, get snapped
like a bread stick. Enjoy.

Hey, you, find a place to live yet?

- Nope.
- No?

Well, I'm gonna introduce you to my girl.

She's the best agent
in the city, take care of you.

I haven't even thought about it.

Well, you got to think about it.

You want to be uptown,
you want to be downtown?

You want to be in Brooklyn?
Brooklyn's ni...

What about Park Slope,
with all the cute mommies

pushing the babies in the strollers?

Yeah, staring at mothers and
their babies. That's not creepy.

I'm gonna take care of it.
I will be your Sherpa.

Okay?

Also, what about a nice girl,
somebody you knew from the past?

You call up, you say, "Hey.

It's Sam. I'm back. You awake?"

Oh, yeah.

- Sounds really smooth.
- Yeah.

No, seriously though,
you don't have anybody,

like the one that got away, old flame,

somebody you could reconnect with?

Never go back to the well.
Things die for a reason.

I don't know if I agree
with that, first of all.

Second of all, there's something
very intoxicating

about a man coming home, okay?

Prodigal son.

You're still single, right?

I'm talking about you, okay?

I think people are gonna be excited.

You can be like a king
walking around here, like...

- We got work. Let's go.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Come on.

You like blondes, you like brunettes?

What do you like? Come on, just tell me.

Nick, you are not my Sherpa.

Yeah, I'd say it's about a carat.

I mean, maybe a shade under,

but definitely could pass as a carat.

It was an engagement ring,
but it didn't work out.

I don't think that's relevant
to the conversation.

The clarity?

It's clear.

Yeah, got it.

Well, I mean, I'd just,
I'd say with, the naked eye,

it's, SI2 clarity.

You know, you can just say
you're not interested.

Thank you.

What's the matter,

- you don't like my new haircut?
- What?

- I'm going for something.
- Yeah, it's fine.

Well, it's getting there.

Can you explain men to me, Wyatt?

Just, like, help me understand
how your brains work?

Best way I could say it
is we're big, dumb animals.

Ha, you're definitely dumb
animals, but you're not all big.

Look at this.

I went on a date with this guy last night.

- Hey.
- Shut up.

Look at his picture, okay?

Tell me what you see.

Six feet. Nice hair.
Likes to mountain bike.

Imagine my surprise when I show up

and he is five-foot-eight. Tops.

We really are dumb, Addy.

- I got hat-fished, too.
- What's that?

Hat-fished.

In the photo, he's got thick, luxurious,

JFK Junior hair flowing out of his hat.

And in real life,

he takes off his hat,

and I'm looking at a skirted egg.

Yeah, see, that's why I don't do the apps.

"Oh, I'm Wyatt. I meet girls
the old-fashioned way

at the apple-bobbing festival."

Come on, kids.
Come on, come on, come on.

Time to go to work.

Jewelry store was robbed
last night in Greenpoint.

Four-man crew using military C-4
to gain entry.

The store owner's son,
Ben Gelman, just happened

to be there with his girlfriend Corinne.

She got out,
but Ben was caught in the blast,

and now he's in critical condition

at 51st Street Hospital.

NYPD has been tracking
this crew for years.

They're smart, they're fast,
but these military expl*sives?

That's a new element.

Okay, how do we know
that the, C-4 was military?

The military uses coded micro plastics.

They are embedded in the expl*sives,

and it signifies what region

the ordnances are sent to
for training purposes.

Crime lab spotted the
micro plastics in their prelim

and tracked them
to Naval Weapons Station Earle.

We need to determine
how they were removed.

Sounds like an inside job, right?

Or they bought the C-4
off a different crew,

and that crew stole it from the armory.

You see that, Milk?

New York's got its very own

symbiotic dirt bag ecosystem.

Okay, boss, where do you need us?

You and Wyatt head over to the armory

at Naval Weapons Station Earle.

I want you to find out
how these ordnances were lifted.

Sam, Nick, I want you
to go talk to Corinne.

She's with the Gelman family
at 51st Street Hospital.

We were having such a great night.

We had this amazing dinner.

He planned such a beautiful night.

Take your time.

Tell us what happened.

We were in the vault.

He wanted to show me
his grandmother's necklace.

It was beautiful.

He was putting it on me,

and then the floor
just exploded and collapsed.

Told the police you saw four men.

They came up through the hole.

Can you help us
and describe them at all?

They had masks.

- You said masks. What kind?
- I don't know.

Like hockey masks or something.

Did you hear them speak?

Did they say anything to you,
to each other?

I could not hear anything.

My ears were still ringing
from the expl*si*n.

One of them put a g*n in my face,

but then he let me go,

- so I ran.
- Help! Help!

Help! It's Ben! Please!
Something's wrong!

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.

What's going on? What's happening?

See, the thing about online dating

is there's too many choices.

One little imperfection,
you don't like plaid shirts,

then swipe, you're onto the next.

- Bad shirt says a lot about a man.
- Identification, please.

Special Agents
Addy Ross and Wyatt Sellers.

Yeah, we all have a couple bad shirts.

Yeah, but he chose that shirt
for the profile pic,

so he's either got bad taste
or poor judgment.

Either way, plaid boy's out.

I just think if you don't
give people a chance,

you never get to know them.

Hey, Nick. Yeah, pulling in
to Naval Weapons Station Earle.

That's awful. Yeah.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Ben Gelman died in the hospital.

There's nothing they could do.
Thank you.



Wrong place, wrong time.

- Thanks, man.
- Thank you.

Okay.

That's pretty wild.

Very wild.

These guys put in a lot of work?

Okay, these guys were disciplined.

What makes you say that?

I was looking at the list
of the stuff they took.

Lot of Rolex Submariners,
a lot of Tudors.

- All right.
- Omega Speed masters.

All kinds of stuff
that's easy to fence, right?

Dime a dozen stuff. But these guys,

APs, Pateks.

I mean, these are, these are
hard to fence, right?

Somebody buys this watch,
they want papers,

they want to know where it came from.

Look at you. Slick Nicky's a watch guy.

Yeah, yeah, I'm a watch guy.
You got to have a nice watch,

you want to have a good time, right?

- Really?
- Yeah.

Every man should have a nice watch.

Keep it in your family forever.

This one right here,
this is my old man's Rolex.

Oh, you don't have to defend it.

You like a nice timepiece. I understand.

I do. You got, you got
a nice wrist clock or no?

Yeah, the sun. God's Rolex.

Let's check out the entry point.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

They got stairs.
You want to take the stairs?

Hey, no, no, no, no.
It's an eight-foot drop.

You want me to catch you?

Go on.

Guys are smart.

Should've been a clean heist.

Except they didn't expect
Ben and Corinne to be inside.

No. They caught a m*rder beef.

Bad night for everybody.

Look.

Water.

Lots of it.

Think they hit a pipe
when they blew the ceiling?

They used a water bag
to seal the ordnance.

Deadens the sound of the expl*si*n

and focuses the blast.

Then they stacked
these cardboard boxes

on top of each other,
all the way to the ceiling.

Catch the debris as it's falling,

and it breaks the sound
when it hits the floor.

Whoever set this charge
was well-trained.

So, a violent group of rogue soldiers.

Exciting.

This is nice.

Trees, grass, birds that aren't pigeons.

I can't believe this is
less than an hour from Brooklyn.

World is full of wonders.

Hey, do you mind if I run point in there?

I want to sharpen up my field interviews.

I'll be here if you poop your pants.

Thanks.

You're like a mean,
slightly a*usive mentor.

Yeah, well, do as I say

- or you'll get the paddle.
- You know what?

You should add that
to your dating profile.

Special Agent Wyatt Sellers.
This is Addy Ross. NCIS.

Could we get your full name, please?

Petty Officer Second Class
Joaquin Ricci, sir.

Joaquin, we're looking into
some C-4 ordnances

that went missing from this base.

- You think you could help us out?
- Yes, sir,

but we aren't missing any C-4 here.

- You sure?
- Yes, sir.

It's my job to know, sir.

What do you do here?

Receive the inventory,
log it in, certify the count.

- Perfect. We need to see all of it.
- Yes, ma'am.

I just have to ask my senior chief.

Ask me what?

I heard you from my office.

You're running down some C-4?

We need to see your paperwork, sir.

Yes, ma'am, but if it came
from here, we'd know.

We keep meticulous requisition
and intake records,

and we do regular
physical inventory counts

for all expl*sives.

Well, you mind if we take a second look?

Not at all.
Joaquin, pull up the paperwork.

Yes, Senior Chief.

It is a layered system,
so it'll take a minute.

We can wait.

Security footage shows a four-man crew.

See the duffle bags?

Carrying the expl*sives
and the water bladders.

There goes your cardboard boxes.

There any cameras in the storage room?

No.

Any footage from the exit?

Here it is.

Wait, how much time was that?





get in the vault room and get out.

- Pretty fast.
- Very.

Do you have any footage
of the getaway vehicle?

I can pull up the garage cams.

You don't have to bother with a
warrant for any of this footage.

It's all yours. Gelmans are good people.

I want to help.

Maybe get some of the inventory back.

Appreciate it, Mr. Villante.

How's their son doing?

Unfortunately, he didn't make it.

Garage cameras.

Zoom in on that image.

Pull it back, zoom in. On that.

Wallshill Commercial Cleaning.

Van's either skinned or stolen.

We'll get Sean to run it down.

- You signed off on this?
- I did.

It's all here. Feel free to count it yourself.

But we know
the C-4 came from this armory.

How could that happen?

If the count matches,
the only way to steal it

would be to falsify the paperwork.

Skim a few blocks off the top,

monkey with the intake log

so it matches what's in the armory.

And if that's the case, we have no idea

how much of this stuff was stolen.

Who could falsify the paperwork?

Either me or Joaquin.

Was it you?

Of course not.

And it couldn't have been Joaquin.

Why not?

Because he's a good sailor.

If I had a nickel every time I heard that.

- Yeah.
- Let's go.

Where's Joaquin?

He left.

- When?
- About ten minutes ago.

Said he had a family emergency.

Son of a...

Sean, get Nick and Sam.

One suspect fled the scene.

We need a BOLO for
Joaquin Ricci. R-I-C-C-I.

- I'm gonna go up.
- Yeah. I got you.

Joaquin Ricci! Federal agents!

Federal agents! Open up!

Joaquin!

Whoa, what's going on?

NCIS. What's your name?

What's NCIS?

Federal agents. What's your name?

Matteo Ricci.

- We're looking for Joaquin. Is he here?
- No.

You know where he is?

I think he's at work at Naval Base Earle.

- Anyone else inside?
- Just me.

- How are you related to Joaquin?
- He's my brother.

- Excuse me?
- He's my brother.

Did Joaquin do something stupid?

- Why do you say it like that?
- Like what?

Like he always does something stupid.

'Cause he always
does something stupid.

Right.

You mind if we come inside and talk?

- Yeah, please.
- Yeah?

We'll follow you.

Hello?

I-Is this a good time?

It's never a good time.

Don't you have work to do?

No, I tracked that stolen getaway van.

Registered to a cleaning company.

It's parked near a factory
in Long Island City.

- Aw.
- The van is still there?

No, don't touch that.

- The van is still there?
- Oh, yeah.

Wasn't reported stolen.

Addy and Wyatt
are gonna go check it out.

- Nice work.
- Yeah.

- That's another task completed.
- Do you want a lollipop?

No, thanks, that won't be necessary.

Don't sit. Don't-don't do it.

I just have a couple questions.

- You can ask them standing.
- Sure.

So, thanks so much, again,

for keeping me out of the penal system.

Really not my people, so thanks again.

- You're welcome.
- So, second,

I was just curious, sort of,
like, how this all works.

- Like what?
- Well, just in terms of

you know, like,
taking time off my sentence.

Like, you said... Well, yeah,
well, just, you said,

like, if I help, I work out,
and then eventually I get out,

so I was just wondering, like,
what sort of unit of measurement

we're using to determine

the help that I'm doing,
'cause I think I'm doing a lot.

Is it, like, sort of per case
by case or is it sort of, like,

per helpful, like... solution I solve?

- Like...
- How long was your sentence?

Six years.

Then you have close to six years.

Please close the door on your way out.

- Thanks for the time.
- Yeah, sure.

You guys want a soda?

Good on drinks.

Do you mind if I take
a look at Joaquin's room?

- Yeah. Upstairs on the right.
- Great.

No one's in there, right?

Nobody's up there.

Okay.

I'm on my lunch break.

I'm an accountant over
at Castle Hill and Seward.

You okay if I eat?

I've been chained to my desk all day.

- Enjoy your sandwich.
- Thank you.

So...

about your brother.

- Joaquin?
- Yeah.

- What kind of guy is he?
- No, he's got a good heart.

But he finds trouble. Always has.

Not in a criminal way.

More like a... like a little boy

banging around,
breaking things, you know.

I'll give you an example.

Little kid walks into a bodega.

Owner says he stole something.

Grabs the kid by the arm.
Kid comes out crying.

Joaquin sees that,

marches in there
and whips the guy's a*s.

Now, did the little kid steal something?

Yeah, probably. But that doesn't matter.

He didn't like the way it looked.

- You never grab a little kid.
- Principles.

That's how my brother sees it.

You two grew up around here?

- Yeah, we did.
- Yeah?

- This was my parents' house.
- Oh, okay.

Joaquin's been living here.

I had a place of my own,

but figured I'd move in to,
you know, save a little money.

Like, 'cause it's impossible to live

in this city anymore,
even if you are working.

Yeah, it's a joke, man.

I, I can't afford a house
in my own neighborhood.

It wasn't that nice to begin with.

Right?

Parents still around?

No, we lost them when Joaquin was 12.

Car accident.

I'm sorry to hear that, Matteo.

Yeah, I tried to step up for him.

Be the man of the house.

But I could never get through to him.

Yeah, it's hard.

Kid's gonna find a family,
whether home or the street, man.

Yeah, I was only 19 myself.

Had to put my whole life on hold.

But I tried.

Joaquin have any, money troubles?

Any...

He's always broke. But that's Joaquin.

He'd give you the shirt off his
back just to freeze in the cold.

You ever notice him
with any new jewelry,

any watches, stuff he couldn't afford?

Why, did he rob someone?

Wait, is that what this is?

- We good?
- Yeah, we're good.

So, if you hear from your brother,

tell him to give us a call, all right?

Can you just tell me what he did?

Well, we're still trying to sort that out.

But tell him to give us a call.

And it's worse if he runs.

Understand?

Something felt weird in there.

What are you thinking?

Just a feeling. Something in the air.

Sammy's got a hunch.

Keep calling me Sammy,
I'm gonna mess up your hair.

Yo, if you ever touch my hair,
I'll be so upset.

- Mess your hair right up.
- For real.

I'd rather you sh**t me.

Okay?

Do you...

you still got that card
that we got from the guy

in the jewelry shop, the security guy?

Yep, got it right here.

Alex Villante. Manager.

Okay.

Now take a look at that.

Okay, what am I looking at?

That's Joaquin.

Front row, number 22.

Oh, yeah.

Little man must have been a freshman.

Now take a look at the coach.

Damn.

Coach Alex Villante.

Right. Small world?

Might be just a coincidence.

Bet you that fancy Rolex it's not.

When you think of
a high school football coach,

what comes to mind?

Alcoholic tyrant wearing short shorts,

who likes to make the chubby kid
run laps till he pukes, and also

will not start the highly
athletic kid at quarterback

'cause he's only five-six.

Okay, let's pretend you're not
in therapy for a second.

- That's good.
- Okay?

What comes to mind
generally speaking?

Teacher. Mentor.

- Father figure.
- Okay.

Joaquin lost his folks
when he was 12 years old.

Matteo tried to step up,

but that guy couldn't raise a houseplant.

So Joaquin turns to Villante.

- Father figure.
- What's new?

Oh. Hi. Well,

Alex Villante,

whose company runs security
for the jewelry store

that was hit with the C-4
that we think Joaquin stole,

also happens to be
his high school football coach.

- Well, that can't be a coincidence.
- I don't think so.

And who else is involved?

I think we pick up Villante.

I say we learn more about him
before we talk to him.

Look into his security company,

see if any other businesses
he has contracts with

have been mysteriously hit.

Well, do it fast. If they feel us closing in,

they're gonna move.
I don't want any more bodies.

It's your nice, dopey guy energy.

You're too... friendly.

Hey, you know what?
Take me under your wing.

- Make me look cool.
- Where would I even start?

Open to anything. Except tattoos.

My mom would k*ll me.

Never talk about your mother
to a woman.

- Really?
- Not if you want to get laid.

Okay.

Here it is.

Door's locked. Keys are in the ignition.

Hey.

Look at this.

Three cigarettes. Two different brands.

At least two of them were here waiting.

Good. Bag 'em.

We'll run 'em for prints.

Okay.

Cleaning crew shows up with the keys,

bad guys ambush them, take the van.

Yeah, but then why wouldn't
the crew report it stolen?

Because they couldn't.
We got to open this van.

Van's unlocked.

Open the back.

We got two bodies.

They're alive.

We need EMS.

Help is on the way.

Two victims, alive but critical.

Repeat, two critical patients.

The two victims in the getaway van

are Carlos and Vilma Molina.

Husband and wife, they worked
for the cleaning company

for six years.

Clean records. Complete innocents.

Animals.

They just left them there to cook.

Update on their condition?

Stable. They're gonna make it.

I'm telling you, something's off.

After Gelman died,
the heist became a m*rder.

That wasn't part of the plan.
This thing went sideways.

Now, the smart thing to do,

if I'm them, is k*ll these two,
leave zero witnesses.

- Yeah.
- Right.

m*rder one, two, three,
what difference does it make?

Well, maybe somebody panicked,
got sloppy?

Or they didn't have the stomach.

We got a hit off the fingerprints

from the cigarettes we found by the van.

Two sets, Roderick Gaines
and Michael Norton.

They both have records...
as*ault, burglaries.

Hold on, Roderick Gaines,
Michael Norton.

I know those names.

Sean, pull up that team photo.

That's it.

That's our crew, right?

Norton and Gaines are the muscle.

Found their prints
on the cigarettes by the van.

Joaquin is the demolition expert.

He stole the C-4 and knows
how to set the ordnance.

Villante is the ringleader and set it all up.

Four men.

That matches what Corinne said
at the jewelry store.

I think we got one more.

Joaquin's brother, Matteo.

I'm telling you, dude was off.

He's in this somehow.

It'd be weird if he wasn't.

Sean, we need addresses for
Villante, Gaines and Norton.

We should reach out to NYPD.

We got to hit these guys all at once.

Nick, Sam, you take Villante.

Addy, Wyatt, you'll hit the others.

Federal agents!

Villante, show yourself!

Alex Villante,

come to the sound of my voice!

Villante!

Clear.

Clear.

Clear!

Addy, what do you got?

Gaines and Norton are gone.

Looks like they left in a hurry.

Hey.

We got Matteo. They're bringing him in

to headquarters for questioning.

All right. I'll deal with Matteo.

- See what you can find here.
- Okay.

- Make good choices.
- Always.

How we doing, Matteo?

Drop your shoulders.
You look a little stressed.

Just want to talk to you
man to man. That's all.

- About what?
- I've been looking through your finances.

Looks like you're sucking wind
through your a*s.

You're strapped to that desk every day,

and what do you got to show for it?

Payday loans, maxed-out credit cards.

$30,000 in back taxes.

Back taxes?

You're an accountant, Matteo.
How does that happen?

Job doesn't pay what it used to.
Prices are going up.

Oh, inflation? That's what this is?

I'll tell you what.

Let's play a little game.

We're gonna call this game...

"Where's Matteo?"

There he is.

See him?

With a line tying him to three gangsters

and his younger brother.

Got a dead kid.

A bunch of military-grade expl*sives

out in the wild, just running around.

And all of it is gonna land on your head.

I need your help, Matteo.

Joaquin needs your help.

You already lost your parents.
You want to lose him, too?

Because that's how this ends.

- He'll k*ll me.
- Who?

- Villante?
- Yeah, man, he owns my a*s.

- What about your brother?
- He was just trying to help me.

- He ain't like these guys.
- So, help you how?

I gamble.

Sports, mostly.

I got this phone in my pocket,
it's like a crack pipe.

What does that have to do with Villante?

I got banned from the apps,

so I took my action to him.

Next thing you know,
I'm into him for 80K.

Only now, he doesn't want my money.

He wants Joaquin.

Addy, you there?

Yeah, hey, Nick.

Do me a favor.

Go slap Sean in the back
of the head, would you?

- I got something.
- I'm right here.

Wake up!

- I've never once been.
- Asleep in here. - Sean, listen to me.

I just sent you pictures from a workbook

that I found in
Villante's house. Looks to me

like it is recon for his next target,

and I think it is going down tonight.

Literally has today's date on it.

Got it.

Any idea where he might be?

No, I got no clue, but

I got a bunch of forged passports,

so it looks to me like
he's running somewhere.

Moving to the big screen.

- Looks like a cash flow pattern.
- Money going in or out.

Yeah, yeah, I'm thinking the same thing.

What do you make of "PC"?

Not sure, but it's
got to be a cash business.

Could be trying to time it up
so he can max out the score.

Right, right. He, he needs cash.

He's moving.

He has no time to fence anything.

What do we think? What do we think?

- Could be a pawn shop.
- No, it's not a pawn shop.

Too much flow.
It's too consistent. What else?

Something else.
Think, think, think, think,

think, think, think, think, think.

It's probably weed.

You know, like a marijuana dispensary.

Feds won't let them use banks.
Tons of cash on hand.

Weed. Weed, weed.

Yes. Sean, you sexy, glistening little nerd.

That is it.

I want you to find a weed dispensary

in this area that's got "PC" in the title.

The second you do, let me know.

I am here. I am waiting. It is going down.

I want to be the first one there.

Good job, buddy.

Villante got his hooks into us
back in high school.

Nothing criminal. More like a mentor.

A lot of us didn't have that.

None of us knew he had this other life.

Bookie, thief, gangster stuff.

I see Gaines and Norton.

What about you and Joaquin?

I didn't want nothing to do with it.

I don't rob people.

Okay? I'm not a thug. I've got a career.

But you don't make enough
to cover your debts.

Okay, I got down bad.

I couldn't pay.

He...

He put a g*n to my head and told me,

"Your brother works for me
or you're eating a b*llet."

Why does he want Joaquin?

Villante was going after bigger scores.-.

Places with vaults
and steel doors and whatnot.

Joaquin worked at the Navy base
and had access to expl*sives.

And you just...

served up your brother for him,

'cause you knew
Joaquin wouldn't say no.

There's no way he'd want
anyone getting k*lled over this.

It doesn't matter what he wants!

It's what you and Villante want.

Joaquin's just currency.

He's an $80,000 chip

that you cashed in to save your own a*s.

Where's your brother, Matteo?
Where is he?

I swear to God, I don't know.

- Where's your brother?
- I swear to God, I don't know.

- Where's your brother?!
- I swear to God, I don't know! Okay?

He owes Villante, he owes...

He owes Villante one more job,

and then he's free.

He's not free!

You're free!

His life's been destroyed

by men he trusted to show him the way.

Joaquin saved your life.

You ruined his.

Hey, we, we got a location.

- We got to go.
- Yeah.

We're looking for
Proper Care Marijuana Dispensary

on Bruckner Boulevard,
between Lincoln and Alexander.

Hurry up.

You don't want me to rush this, Coach.

Faster.

Where are you, Nick?

Just got to the dispensary.

I'm approaching on foot.

Headed south along
the back of the building.

It's set. Everybody get back.

What was that?

- They're already here.
- What's your ETA?

Five minutes.

- That's too long.
- Wait for us.

Do not go in there.
They got the numbers.

Norton, Gaines, check the back alley.

Well, the reason I'm here by myself

is because you drive like an old lady.

- Just wait for us.
- We're on the way, Nick.

I'm gonna cut my comms
if you keep barking in my ear.

- Nick. Nick.
- Stop screaming at me.

Stop screaming at me.
Goodbye. Goodbye.

Is he always like this?

- Yes.
- Wow.

I can hear you guys.

- What was that? Talk to me.
- Shots fired.

- Where are you?
- We're on the way.

I got one pinned down,
but I don't see the others.

- Hang in there, Nick.
- We're coming.

Reloading!

- Turning into the alley.
- One of them's

- right behind Nick.
- I got him.

His night's over.

Nick, are you okay?

Yeah.

White mask headed around the building.

You two cover the back.
Nick, come with me.

Got three suspects still in play.

Move!

There's Villante.

Federal agents! Hands up!

Reloading!

Okay, I got you!

Joaquin's running.

We're on Villante. He's in the van.

Go! Go!

Villante's headed east.

Nick, do you have eyes on the suspect?

I'm on it.

Villante's getting away!

- Hands in the air!
- Hands in the air!

Get out of the van, Villante!

Hands up!

Out of the van!

Hands in the air. Against the van.

Hands up.

You okay?

No, Addy, I'm not okay.
I just got into a car accident.

Ambulance or martini?

Martini.

Ambulance then martini.

Where's Sam?

Stop! It's a dead end, Joaquin!

All right, all right, all right!

Enough!

There's nowhere to go.

It's over, son.

Don't make it worse.

Yeah, it can't get any worse, man.

Do you have a weapon on you?

I'm putting mine down, okay?

We're gonna talk.

Can we just talk?

You're in a bad situation, Joaquin.

Okay?

I'm gonna give it to you straight.

You're gonna have to pay
for your part in all this.

I-I didn't want anybody to die.

That dude wasn't
supposed to be in the store.

And you let the girl go, didn't you?

Yeah.

Wh-What about the janitors?

V-Villante made me ditch the van.

I-I was supposed to k*ll them
both, but I couldn't do it.

I-I left them there.

They're alive. They're gonna be okay.

I looked into you.

You're not that guy. You're not this guy.

You're a good sailor, good man.

I tried to be.

Let me help you. Look.

You got a story to tell. That matters.

Let me help you tell it.

- I've heard that one before.
- Not enough.

Not nearly enough.

I'm with you.

You and me,
we're gonna walk out of here.

We're gonna do this together, okay?

I got you.

It's gonna be okay.

It's just protocol, okay?

It's just protocol.

You're gonna be okay.

Come on.

Give us a minute?

You're not off the hook.

But I'm gonna make sure
the world has context

regarding your actions.

Everybody's gonna know
exactly how it went.

I promise you.

Yes, sir.

Good luck, son.

Hang in there.

- But do I look handsome?
- All right.

Hey, buddy.

What's the diagnosis?

I've been concussed.

Probably some internal bleeding,

so they're gonna take me in.

So that hair saved your life?

Always wear a helmet.

Yeah.

How'd it go with Joaquin?

He's a boy caught up
in the troubles of men.

Bad men.

Bad deal.

Well, I'm him.

I grew up in the same
type of neighborhood,

went through
the same kind of situations.

Just was raised by wiser, better people.

You got lucky.

Wish I met him when it mattered.

Did matter. Probably saved his life, right?

I don't think Villante
was gonna leave any loose ends.

Do you want to ride with me

- in the back of the ambulance?
- What?

You heard what I said.

Are you gonna ride with me
in the ambulance?

Why am I gonna ride in the back

- of the ambulance with you?
- I'm in your life now.

No, you're not in my life.
You're at my job.

Well, our job is our life. Let's be honest.

You know what?
This man has brain damage.

Could you carry his a*s

to the hospital, please?
Thank you, thank you.

- Sophie, to the, to the place.
- Let's go.

All right.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.