01x01 - Day One

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♪ Oh, I love the feeling,
I'm up so high ♪

♪ Let go of the fear ♪

Special Agent Simone Clark,
FBI.

And you are?

Special Agent
Brendon Acres.

Aaah!

We did it, B!
Whew!

But I'm gonna tell you
something.

You should not be here.

You should be out at a bar,
picking up hot chicks

with your shiny, new creds,
not coming with me

to say goodbye
to my former students.

You listen to me.
It's a huge day for you.

I wouldn't miss it
for the world.

All right.

Get ready
to see me ugly-cry.

Surprise!

Thank you, guys!

Oh, my God.

I've had a crush on you
since my freshman year.

- Ooh!
- Okay.

Hannah, I'm flattered,
but that's wildly inappropriate.

What?
No, not you, Miss Clark.

I'm talking about
Vampire Cop.

Oh, Lord.

I just loved you
so much on that show.

Is there any chance
that they're gonna reboot it?

Oh, well, I don't know.
Not with me.

My acting days are...
are over.

I'm a real cop now,
an FBI agent like...

Miss Clark here.

That's right.
So everybody relax.

Stop taking pictures.

Listen, do not embarrass me
in front of company.

- What?! My daughter
- You...

is in this school.
I have a right

to see my daughter!

- Uh, sir, I cannot let you...
- Don't you touch me!

Now, don't you...
Don't you touch me!

My daughter is in this school,
and I'm gonna see her!

Marjorie, call 911.

Go out this door
down the side.

It's gonna lead you
behind the dumpster.

Sneak up on him
while I try to de-escalate this.

Stay in this room.

Hey, sir! Be easy!

Back off!

I just need
to take my daughter home!

I never wanted
any of this!

I know you don't, so why
don't you put the bat down?

And let's
talk about this.

Listen, i-if your daughter
is anything like me

when I was her age,

she worships her daddy.

You're her hero.

You don't want her to look out
here and see her hero like this.

Don't you break
that baby's heart.

I didn't ask
for this damn divorce!

It's okay!
We got this.

We're Feds.

♪ I can see by the way
that you look in your eyes ♪

♪ People talkin' to me,
but I'm up in the skies ♪

♪ You're so fine ♪

♪ You know I live in the moment,
I live for the thrills ♪

♪ And the way that you hold me
is givin' me chills ♪

Welcome back.
Need a ride?

John Nolan.
People are gonna start to talk.

Oh, let them talk.

So, your first day
as an FBI agent.

- You nervous?
- No.

Yeah, a little.

I mean, ooh,
it's finally here.

The dream is
no longer deferred.

Mm-hmm. On top of that,
you set the bar pretty high

the last time
you were here.

Question is, will the Bureau
give you credit for it,

or are they gonna
make you prove yourself

all over again?

Garza will, I think.

But
as a Black woman,

there's no resting
on your laurels.

You gotta armor up every day
and prove you belong.

Well, if you need someone
to armor up next to you,

you know who to call.

The cutest guy I know.

Ugh!

I told you, I don't have access
to what you're looking for.

You're lying.

But I appreciate
your loyalty.

But we're leaving here
with what we came for.

And when we're done,
you'll be dead.

The only question is, are you
gonna give us what we want,

or are we gonna
have to k*ll them, too?

♪ Searching for
a latch it fits ♪

Daddy! I'm here.

♪ Like when I dig
in the crates ♪

♪ To find breaks and samples
that inspire me to... ♪

I thought you weren't coming
until tomorrow.

It is tomorrow.

I took a red-eye,

and I gotta get
right into the office.

It's my first day,
and I can't be late.

You never told me how long
you'll be staying.

Well, I guess until I can find
something that's affordable

with enough room
for the twins

when they come home
from college.

So, forever.

Ha, ha.

What, you worried
about me

cramping your style
with the ladies?

It's not about
the ladies.

It's a little
about the ladies,

but it's mostly about the kind
of work I do in the community.

Meaning, how are you gonna
represent police reform

when you got the police
in your home?

Exactly.

Okay, well,
you just tell them

that I'm working
in a brand-new unit,

and I'm gonna reform the FBI
from the inside.

So, how was D. C.?

Frustrating.
I bet.

You know, can I just say
I'm kind of flattered

you went all the way out there
to complain about me?

Uh-huh.
Don't be cute.

This special unit of yours

is counter to the entire
FBI ethos.

Exactly, Tracy.
The Bureau needs an upgrade.

Less process,
more police work.

How do you think
it's going in there?

You're the people expert.

I'm a profiler,
not a body-language specialist.

Wouldn't take a specialist
to read that.

Tracy, please, the Bureau
needs a rapid-response unit

that can jump in
on fast-moving cases.

I really wish
you wouldn't see

what I'm trying to do
as such a thr*at.

Well, I might be
a little less concerned

if you hadn't picked
Laura and Carter.

They are outside-the-box
thinkers,

and they are experts
in their fields.

They're a hot mess.

Laura melted down at BSU,

and Carter can't stay
out of his own way.

And why on Earth

would you be stepping in
on a m*rder case

LAPD just caught?

Because I have a feeling
there's more to it.

Oh, feeling

is not an FBI
investigative method.

And yet they helped me
catch a Russian t*rror1st.

You know...

there's a flip side to this
big swing of yours, Matt.

If your unit screws up
in any way,

I will shut it down.

We done?

Yeah.

New blood.

Brendon Acres?
Ah, yes, ma'am.

Are you
my training agent?

Laura Stensen.
This is Agent Carter Hope.

You'll be working with us

in the Special
Investigative Unit.

Does that mean
I'm your rookie?

Simone Clark.
No.

I think you're assigned
to the Background Check Unit.

I think not.
Has to be a mi... mista...

Hey.
Hey, Agent Garza.

Looking good.

Uh,
there's some confusion.

I'm supposed to be assigned
to your unit.

No, no, there's no confusion,
Simone.

Let's get to work.

W... But, sir, I...

Background Unit's
down the hall and to the left.

So, where are we going?

Overflow building.

It's where they keep
the misfit toys.

It's where they keep
the computer servers.

It's where Garza set us up
to keep us out

from under the eye
of the big boss.

All right, we've got a case.
Elena!

What did we discuss
about the yelling?

It's not yelling.
It's exuberance.

Did LAPD send over
the initial case file?

Yes, it's uploaded
in the fishbowl.

Fishbowl?
No, I prefer briefing room.

And I prefer sleeping in,
but my uncle's all hung up

on this "normal business hours"
thing.

Whoa.
Hi. I'm Elena.

Brendon.
Oh, I know.

I've seen every episode
of "Vampire Cop."

Almost didn't recognize you
with your shirt on, though.

Our victim's name
is Roger Kynard.

LAPD responded to a 911 call
this morning

after the Kynard family
arrived home from Catalina

and found his body.

Now, as you can see by
the initial crime-scene photos,

Mr. Kynard was beaten
pretty badly before he d*ed.

The working theory is
a home invasion that ended ugly.

But you disagree, otherwise
we wouldn't be talking about it.

Well, Mr. Kynard
was the assistant director

of the Federal Facilities
Management Department.

He oversaw retrofits
for all federal buildings.

All?
Including, like, the Pentagon?

And the White House.

So go find out who k*lled
this guy, because I'm worried

he's connected
to something much scarier.

Hey, everybody.

Agent Clark,
you're late.

Well, yeah,
I-I'm sorry.

I was, uh, just talking
to Agent Garza.

That's no excuse.

You'll be doing
background checks

on potential
federal employees.

Well, I hope that involves
a lot of field interviews.

No, this is purely a desk job.
Files and phone calls.

And I expect you
to clear a dozen a day.

That's nothing.
I can do this in my sleep.

This guy looks all right.

Eh, iffy.

We like her.

Oh! Ding, ding.

This guy's gonna be
a problem.

How could you possibly
know that with one look?

Simple. I read thousands
of student files

when I was
a guidance counselor,

and I got really good
at this game

I like to call
"What doesn't belong here?"

See, this candidate,
Micah Olsen...

He was a chemical engineer in
Denver for damn near a decade,

but he's applying to be
a janitor in El Paso?

In my experience, drastic change
equals a person in crisis.

Really?

'Cause I'm talking
to a middle-aged woman

who abandoned her life
and moved across the country

to join the FBI.

Are you saying I should be
worried that you're in crisis?

Okay, I see what
you did there.

Files and phone calls,
Agent Clark.

But I...
Get to work.

We're underwater with
security clearance requests

from local law
and elected officials.

Every unit is expected
to clear their backlog...

Agent Garza, I need to
speak with you for just...

You're not supposed
to be in here.

I know. I'm supposed to be
in your unit, and...

Okay, outside.
Outside. Outside.

This is why.

I'm sorry?

This is why I didn't have you
assigned to my unit.

Because I'm
an outside-the-box thinker

who's passionate
about making a difference?

No, because you're a torpedo
looking for a target,

and I can't afford
for it to be my unit.

A unit that you were
empowered to launch

because I helped you
catch a t*rror1st.

I know that, Simone,
I do.

This was not
an easy decision to make.

But I'm walking
a tightrope here.

I'm trying to
change things up

in a place
that doesn't do change,

so I need
outside-the-box thinkers

who know how
to keep things low-key,

and we both know
that's not you.

I-I can't apologize for being
my own advocate.

In a world that marginalizes you
at every turn,

it's...
It's who you gotta be.

But I hear you.

I just need to
prove myself worthy again.

I'm on it.

No. No, no, no, Simone,
that's... that...

That is not the takeaway.

What are you wearing?

Uh, it's a Ted Baker.

No, no, no.
I didn't ask who.

That suit might look good
on a red carpet,

but it's not appropriate
for the field.

Too stylish?

Too tight.

So, why'd you look away
from the crime-scene photos?

What? No.

New guy, the biggest sin
in the Bureau is lying.

I spent six years
covered in blood...

The fake blood
as a vampire cop.

I-I... I have some PTSD
about it.

No, you don't.

PTSD is caused
by real trauma.

What you're describing sounds
more like an aversion reaction,

and you're gonna need
to get over it.

Fast.

You'll be seeing a hell of
a lot of blood in this job.

Officer.
Special Agent Hope, FBI.

Can you give me a rundown
on what you found so far?

Sure. Uh...

"Crime sucks."

Oh.

The tag line
for "Vampire Cop."

Is this gonna
happen a lot?

Probably, although my fans
tend to skew a little younger.

Do not puke in here.

Please, I'm not gonna...

Oh.
Geez.

Yeah,
it's an aversion reaction.

No, it's a problem.

Yeah.

Do you think you could
get him to sign this?

Are you serious
right now?

Hey, Simone.
This is a bad time.

Tough.
I need a pep talk.

Why are you
in the bushes?

Because I almost threw up
at the crime scene.

What's the crime
you're investigating?

Did you catch a m*rder?

Guy with oversight over all the
federal buildings was m*rder*d.

Someone b*at the hell out of him
before they sh*t him.

So it sounds like they tortured
him to get the information,

then k*lled him
once they got it.

Who found the body?

His family,
when they got home from a trip.

It's probably what
tipped the scales for him.

He talked to keep them
out of harm's way.

Brendon, who's that guy
peeping behind you?

He...
He could be a witness.

Oh. Hey.

Uh, excuse me, sir. FBI.
Can I talk to you for...

Or the k*ller!

Hey, we got a runner!

Get him, B!

I'm running.
I'm gonna get him.

♪ Gamma Kn*fe ♪

♪ Gamma Kn*fe ♪

♪ cr*ck the whip,
I'll jump the hoop ♪

♪ Cut the skin
and bend the truth ♪

Stay still.

Told you that suit
was too tight.

♪ Gamma Kn*fe ♪

♪ Hey-oh, oh ♪

Hey, Agent Hope.

Did, uh,
Brendon catch the guy?

Why'd you run,
Mr. Lewis?

I was squatting in the house...
House next door.

I'm the kind of guy cops look at
when things go bad.

Well, to be fair,
your criminal record

has an impressive amount
of diversity.

But no real v*olence.

So we're giving you an
opportunity to help us out here.

You mean, did...

Did I hear my neighbor
get m*rder*d?

No comment.

I don't... I don't want nothin'
to do with those guys.

Which guys?

You need to do
the right thing here, Tom.

I-I really only saw
one of them, okay?

Young guy.

Red hair.

Had... Had a-a blue-devil tattoo
on his forearm.

Did you get past
the firewall yet?

Sure did.

I'm downloading the data
to a thumb drive.

Good man.

Gonna be a shame to have to
roll without you.

What?

Aah!
Somehow the Feds made you.

They just put out
a city-wide BOLO

with a pretty good
description.

They don't know
your name yet,

but they'll figure
that out.

And this job is just too
important to let you jam us up.

On the plus side,
you've made a positive impact

on a major case.

Yeah, and shown my hind-quarters
to my training agent.

So what?
You did that all over TV.

Hell, there's like, what,
eight or nine Cliptalk accounts

dedicated to
your bedonkadonk.

Meanwhile, my ass is parked
in FBI purgatory.

Hey, cute thing.
How you doin'?

Can't complain.

You're assigned
to Garza's squad, right?

That's what Nolan
told me.

He did, did he?

Yep, what's up?

We've got a guy named
Heath Radnor in lockup.

Picked him up a couple days ago
on a parole violation.

And fun fact... his file
mentions a known associate

with a blue-devil tattoo,

like the one
on your BOLO suspect.

Sounds like a guy
we should talk to.

That's what I thought.

Are you free to come over,
or should I call Garza?

No, no, no.
I'll be there in 20.

Be where in 20?

Lunch.

Ooh!

Found a winner.

Who are you?

Simone Clark, FBI.

And the fact
that I'm here

should scare the hell
out of you.

Baby, I'm already
looking at five years

for a parole violation.

It's gonna take a lot
to scare me.

Mm. How about
first-degree m*rder, boo?

See, one of your known
associates just k*lled a guy.

Yeah?

I don't know nothing
about that.

Really? 'Cause when we searched
your phone a few minutes ago,

we found the victim's address
in your search history.

See, I think you were supposed
to be a part of this crime,

only LAPD
snatched you up.

But we can still charge you
as an accessory

unless you tell us
every damn thing you know.

Look, I didn't know
they were gonna k*ll anyone.

Tristan asked me
to scope out the house,

report back
on the alarm system.

Didn't even tell me
who he was crewed up with.

I swear to God.

What's Tristan's
last name?

Hughes.

Well, so far
we've struck out.

The blue-devil tat isn't
in the federal database.

I have Brendon running
a social-media search,

but it's a long sh*t.

His name's
Tristan Hughes.

How the hell
do you know that?

Promise not to get mad?

No. Tell me now.

O-Okay. I interviewed
a person of interest

in your homicide
through a contact I had at LAPD.

But before your head explodes,
all right, just consider

that every fiber of my being
wanted to lone-wolf this thing.

I wanted to hunt Tristan down
and bring him in myself

so I could prove
I belonged in your unit.

But that is what
a torpedo would do.

And I'm a team player who shares
all the information she has

and waits for instructions
on how to proceed next.

So how should
I proceed next?

Can I just say,
this is a fascinating case

of behavioral
dysregulation.

Please, can I work up a profile
on her before you fire her?

Why would he fire her?
She found our guy.

Tristan Hughes, 22.

Several arrests for minor
crimes, but no jail time

and no known
current address.

Where did he go
to high school?

Why?

Because the one thing
all criminals have in common

is that they all
went to high school.

Arden High.

Agent Garza, I belong
to a national network

of guidance counselors.

If you give me an hour,

I bet I can get
an address for Tristan.

A League of Extraordinary
Guidance Counselors?

How cool is that?

Say yes.
Say no.

Agent Clark.

You have 30 seconds
to explain

why you have
abandoned your post.

Please let me help you.

Please.

Oliver, it's my fault.

Simone was running down
a lead for me.

I'll need her
for the rest of the day.

You'll have her back
tomorrow.

But I

I am happy to help, sir.

You can't just poach
my people.

He's right.

And you can't reward this one
for breaking the rules, either.

I can if I think it'll help us
catch our K*llers

and stop whatever else
they're planning.

Go get me that address.
And, you, go with her.

What? No.

She needs discipline,
Carter.

And that's your...
speciality.

Let's go.

Can I drive?
No.

We're looking
for Tristan Hughes.

We need you
to show us his file.

I'm sorry.

He left his manners
in his other suit.

You work with
a lot of kids.

Do you even remember
Tristan?

A little.

He graduated
four years ago.

Any friends who may know
where he is now?

His brother
still goes here.

Joshua.

I need you for a minute.

I thought he didn't have
any family.

She means
group-home brother.

Joshua, this is Agent Hope
and Agent Clark with the FBI.

They're looking
for Tristan.

I-I haven't seen him.

You're lying.

And that's okay,

because if the Feds
came looking for my family,

I would probably lie,
too.

But here's the thing.

Your brother's
in a lot of trouble.

And I'm guessing he's hanging
around with some people

that you don't
approve of.

Yeah. Yeah.
For a job he's doing.

Any idea
where we can find him?

Or the crew
he's working with?

We shared a ride
a few weeks ago,

and he got dropped off first,
at a building downtown.

Do you remember
the address?

This is boring.

Shouldn't we scope it out?
Peek in a window?

Be sure we're not
wasting our time?

That's not procedure.
We keep our eyes on a place

until we can run
a detailed records search.

That could take hours.
Easily.

Well, I wish you would have
told me that before.

Before what?

I could have brought snacks
or some... Oh.

Did you call for backup
from the LAPD?

No. I texted.

7-Adam-15, show me Code 6,
Olympic and 10th.

Hey. What's going on?

John, this is my training agent,
Carter Hope.

That's not... I'm not...
Nice to meet you.

Yeah. So who are we staking out?

Well, m*rder suspects,

but she had no reason
to alert you.

Whoa. Looks like
they're coming out.

Seems like
they're taking off.

We should go stop them,
right?

Negative.
We don't even know

if they're actually
connected to the case.

So we're just gonna
let them get away?

Even though we suspect that
they might be planning

an even bigger crime?

I could try to
call in another unit,

have them picked up
on a pretext.

At least we get an ID.

Great.
I'm gonna follow that guy,

call you
with an intercept course.

Simone, no...

It's like she's allergic
to listening.

You have no idea.

Hang on.

That changes things.

7-Adam-15, we have
three suspects with g*ns

on Olympic and 10th.

Gonna have to
make contact now.

Show me Code 3.
Send backup.

- You coming?
- Yeah.

Hello, handsome.

This is an R1?

You know your bikes.

Ha!
I also know how to ride.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Cops.

sh**t!

sh*ts fired,
sh*ts fired.

Three suspects
on street bikes.

One heading east on Olympic,
one heading south on 10th,

one in the alley
behind Olympic.

What's going on with your
hand? You okay? Hell no.

I chipped a nail,
but I did it

scratching the guy
on the bike.

I got his DNA.

Pretty good, right?

They k*lled him because
we were onto him, huh?

Seems like it.
Any sign of the crew?

No.
They all disappeared.

Listen, uh...
what is he wearing?

Out of all the probies, why did
you choose a half-assed actor?

You need to watch an episode
of his show.

You'll believe in
the vampire cop.

Are you fanboying
right now?

Hell yeah.
He's a chameleon.

Just think of all the undercover
ops we can run with this kid.

So they lit the computer
on fire, huh?

Uh, no, sir.

They poured acid on it
before they took off.

Which means they didn't
want us to know

what they were doing on it.

You aced computers
in the Academy, right?

Funny story...
As a teenager

I played an emo hacker in
"My Hard Drive Ate My Homework."

It was my first foray
into method acting...

It's a yes or no question,
Hollywood.

It's not an invitation
to give a TED Talk.

Right, sorry.

Um, yes, I'm great
with computers.

Good.
Huddle up with I. T.,

see what you can salvage.

Priority One.

So, you scraped
the unsub's skin for DNA.

That's clever.

Reckless as hell.

Reckless, yes,
but "as hell"?

I'd say that's about a six on
the Simone recklessness scale.

The lab will have some results
by morning.

Hopefully
he's in the system.

Does that mean I'm working
for you again tomorrow?

Depends on the results.

Th-That's a yes, right?

Remi Wolf's "Disco Man"
plays...

He's just playing
hard to get, girl.

We bonded big-time today.

I feel like I'm back
at the Academy, you know?

No one thought
I belonged.

Or me.
But finish that story.

We proved them wrong,
and we can do it again.

Give me some.

Yeah, you're right.

I mean, sure, I-I made a mistake
or two today.

Nine, actually.
I kept count.

But it's not like
my training agent

doesn't have
her own issues, you know?

She's... She's a mess.

Who, Ms. Perfect?
Yeah.

Garza's niece gave me
the lowdown.

Give it to me.
Spill that tea.

Laura was the youngest agent
ever to be accepted

in the Behavioral Science
Unit.

But she had a meltdown
when she found out

that her fiancé
was sleeping with her BFF.

I know you lyin'.
Mm-hmm.

She out here catching
serial K*llers

but couldn't catch
a serial cheater?

Under her nose?

That is not...
That is a terrible laugh.

Why am I...
Stop laughing.

I gave Sam
the ring back.

An engagement ring
is an implied gift,

so legally that diamond
is your property.

I know.

I, uh, did it for my own
emotional health.

I need closure.

You need a vacation.

And selling that ring
could've bought you one.

Yeah.

You and I both know I can't take
any more time off.

My career is
hanging by a thread.

Well, good thing you don't have
a problematic trainee.

What about Carter?
You hear anything about him?

The bosses all seem
to respect him,

until it's time
for a promotion.

He's been passed over
for years.

So he's a crab
in the barrel.

His company-man routine
is not paying off,

but he's steady trying
to dim my shine.

He's the worst.

♪ Disco man ♪

I went by your house.
Evelyn said you were here.

You got a minute?

I got a choice?

Things at home
salvageable?

We're seeing
a marriage counselor.

Oh, good.
That's good.

That should help.

But guess what?

I can, too.

You know that promotion
you've been dying for?

Congratulations.
It's yours.

Better office hours,
better pay.

That should go a long way
in working out things at home.

All you gotta do
is help me.

Help you do what?

Get me intel
that'll take Garza down.

Tracy...

I'm not gonna
be your mole.

Just think about it.

We got a call
about a truck fire?

You said there'd only be
four of them.

Wait! No, no, no!

Daddy, I'm home!
I got Post and Beam!

♪ Ooh, why should I ♪

Oh!

I am so sorry...

not sorry.

Netta, this is my daughter,
Simone.

Okay, girl.
Tell me how it went down.

Who swiped right first?

I should go.
N...

Well, no, I can get out
of y'all's hair.

Netta, please. N...

Daddy, I'm sorry. I...
I just...

Netta's in
some legal trouble,

and she came to me
for some advice.

And that's exactly why I was
worried about you staying here.

You get some sleep
last night?

Pshh. Between worrying
about my career

and my father telling me
I don't belong at home,

not much.

Hm. Sorry.

Hey, Carter.

Looking good
this morning.

Me and you really tore it up
yesterday, didn't we?

Um, how about
you hook a sister up

and put in a good word for me
with the boss?

Don't even worry about it.
I got you.

Really?

Okay.
You just messing with me.

- All right.
- Simone.

Oh!
Good morning, boss.

You are my boss, right?

Please tell me we got a hit
on the DNA.

We did.
You're on the team.

Please don't make me
regret this.

Everyone,
get in here now.

His name's Todd Lenox.

ViCAP ties him to several
violent heists across the U. S.

And facial recognition
captured him arriving

at El Paso Airport
last night.

El Paso was one of the cities
accessed on our vic's laptop.

Exactly.
We're wheels up in 15.

Wait, what?
As in, in the air?

Oh, you don't know?

My unit has a jet.

Damn!

Now, thieves like Lenox
are often driven by

a pathological need
to perfect their craft.

With each successful score,
their ambition grows.

So expect whatever
he's targeting next

will be bigger and riskier
than anything he's ever done.

Simone, you disagree?

No, it's just that with some
of my most troubled kids,

it was less about
what they were doing

and more about
what they weren't doing.

They weren't coming to class,
doing their homework,

engaging with friends.

Okay, well, then what
isn't Lenox doing?

Breaking and entering.

I mean, there's never been
a sign of forced entry.

It's not unreasonable to believe
that he tapped a locksmith

or a hacker
as the job demanded.

I mean, even with the best
locksmith or hacker,

there'd be evidence
the system was tampered with.

So either
this guy is Houdini...

Or he had someone
on the inside.

Well, to plant an insider
at a federal building,

they'd have to have
a clean record,

get past extensive
background checks.

It'd be impossible to penetrate
that kind of wall. Oh, my God, the...

the janitor.

When I was doing
background checks yesterday,

I got a rush job...
Uh, this guy Micah... Olsen.

Micah Olsen.

He was a chemical engineer,
suddenly quits his job,

moves to El Paso to be a janitor
at the Federal Reserve.

I thought it was suspicious
as hell, but I got overruled.

Yeah, the Federal Reserve
would match Lenox's M. O.

That security
is impenetrable.

Unless Micah is
the inside man.

He started work there
this morning.

Carter, call
the Federal Reserve Police.

Put them on
high alert.

Laura, loop in
the El Paso field office.

We land in 20.

This way.

Is there anyone left?

Oh!

The Federal Reserve's
vault is on the basement level.

Yeah, but the fire alarm was
pulled on the fourth floor.

Most likely to draw us
away from the vault.

The money
in the vault's traceable.

Even if they could walk out
with all that cash,

they wouldn't be able
to spend a dollar of it.

What's your point, Simone?

I'd go after the money
that can't be traced.

The cash-processing room.

Millions of old bills

that are gonna be destroyed
are separated out,

serial numbers erased
from the federal system.

The money's untraceable
after that.

It's got to be easier
to get into that room

than it is to the vault, right?
But with Micah's training,

they could easily blow a hole
in the vault,

where there's twice as much
money housed.

Let's go with
the processing room.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Down the hall.

Never seen firefighters
with luggage before.

FBI!

Pretty Vicious's
"These Four Walls" plays...

♪ Step aside, get in line ♪

♪ I've been tied up with fear ♪

♪ Do it right, get in high ♪

Go, go, go, go!

♪ Keep in time and come in ♪

Stay down! Stay down!

We'll get the runner.

Keep going
to the processing room.

I'll stay here with the subject.
Don't move.

♪ And all these rhymes ♪

♪ I have to sit here
and listen ♪

♪ These four walls ♪

♪ Yeah,
the crowd's overheating ♪

♪ No supports ♪

Ugh!
Drop it!

On your knees,
hands behind your head!

Do it now!

♪ Make it fall
and redecorate yourself ♪

Are you gonna puke?

No.

I guess my own blood
doesn't bother me.

What does that mean
psychologically?

That you're weird.

FBI!

Look out!

I didn't see that.
Thanks.

Think the others got out?

Oh, I don't know,
but if they didn't,

I hope they're creating
a hell of a distraction

somewhere else
so we can sneak outta here.

FBI!
Let me see your hands!

Unh-unh!

Don't even think about it,
playboy.

Out of the car.
Hands on the hood now!

Get out of the car
and put your hands on the hood!

This is Carter.

Two in custody, upper level
of the parking garage.

And you know why we got
two in custody?

'Cause we make
a hell of a team.

Lots of hot goss
going around the office

about your squad today.

I'm sorry.
Hot what?

You even went viral.

Mm-hmm.

If I were into dudes,
I'd totally be into him.

You... W...

Uh-oh.
Closed-door meeting, huh?

What's wrong?

I saw you sweating,

popping prescription meds
on the plane.

So?

So...

my dad wore
compression socks, too.

After his first
heart att*ck.

Look...

this stays between us,
do you understand?

Mm-hmm.

I had a stent put in my heart
last month... clogged artery.

Doctors want me to have
a double bypass at some point.

- Oh, Matt...
- No, no. No. It's fine.

I've got it under control.

Laura, forming a unit
like this

is a once-in-a-career
opportunity.

If I have surgery now,
it'll be months of recovery.

They will shut us down.

♪ Bring it on back ♪

So if you are concerned
about my health...

Mm-hmm.

...reduce my stress.

♪ Bring it on back ♪

Train Brendon.

And train him right.

'Cause this unit
has gotta succeed, okay?

♪ I been pleading,
I been yelling ♪

Hey, Sophie.

Bren, my favorite client.

Ex-client.
I quit acting, you remember?

I'm in the FBI now.

I know.
I-I saw the news coverage

of you being all heroic
in Texas.

And so did Dylan Santiago.

Wait, what?

He wants you to star in his
next little Oscar-bait indie.

Are you serious?

Your dream director.
He wants you.

This is what we've worked for
all those years.

What do you say?

Ah.

♪ Bring it on back,
bring it on back ♪

♪ Bring it on back,
won't you bring it on back ♪

♪ Bring it on back to me ♪

♪ Yeah, just bring it on back ♪

Nice win today.

She says with sarcasm.

Hmm.

You gotta admit
what Garza's doing works.

Mm. I hear Evelyn's planning on
moving back to New Orleans,

with your son.

That's none
of your business.

♪ Oh, ohh ♪

You're right.

But you know what is?

The A-SAC position opening up
at the New Orleans field office.

Help me undercut Garza
and the job's yours.

You'll finally get that
promotion you always wanted.

Just in time
to save your family.

I need your answer
by tomorrow.

♪ I speak the truth ♪

♪ Oh, nothing but the truth ♪

♪ You keep on running ♪

♪ But there's no use in trying ♪

- Oh, no, Netta's not here.
- Okay.

You need to stop
right where you are.

What?
Did I step in something?

You know, I took that
settlement money from the LAPD

and invested it
into the community.

And the help that I've been able
to provide...

You know, to people going
through the same struggle...

You helped a lot of people,
Daddy, I know.

But I need you
to be considerate of that.

I will.
I promise.

Yeah.
Two ground rules.

One...
That badge and that g*n

must be taken off
before you enter,

because in my house,
you're my daughter,

not an FBI agent.

♪ Bring it on back ♪

Okay.
And what's the second rule?

Bring home dinner
once a week.

Local restaurants only.

Look, you get that money
from the FBI,

you need to give some of it
back to the people.

And are you sure
that's about the community

and not about your belly?

I'm part of the community, hmm?

And so are you.

♪ Bring it on back to me ♪

Mm.

Okay. Mm-hmm.

Deal.

Mm-hmm.

Hey. You like?
My stylist hooked me up.

Classic G-man.
It's good, right?

What, do you want an award
for best dressed?

No.

It wouldn't be my first,
but...

Personalizing your space
is a sign of overconfidence.

Or being human.

You know, you're actually
supposed to listen

to your training agent.

Oh. You're gonna be
one of those type of brothers.

What's that
supposed to mean?

On me like flies at a picnic
for every little thing.

That's my job.

Look, I understand
you've spent your whole life

having to be better
than everyone else

- just to get in the room.
- But what?

You think I need
to dial it down now?

If you think
you're gonna get me to quit

by telling me that I'm being
too "me," you're mistaken.

I'm not trying
to get you to quit.

I'm trying to help you.

I need you to understand that
it's okay not to know something.

You've never done this job
before,

and you're here
to learn how.

Because Garza
clearly hates me,

I'm here to teach you.

Understood.

I'm good with that,
as long as you're good with

learning something from me,
too, along the way,

like how to lighten up
and live a little,

flies at the picnic.

My God, this is gonna be
the longest

18-month probationary period
ever.

We've got a case.
Elena!

Again with the yelling,
tío.

Upload the case file
into the fishbowl.

Ha ha ha.
I mean briefing room.

Let's go, everybody.
We got a crime to solve.

Hey.
You coming or what?