Previously ON "THE ROOKIE: Feds"...
This stays between us, do you understand?
I had a stent put in my heart last month.
Doctors want me to have a double bypass at some point.
I've got it under control.
You doing okay, boss?
Yeah.
I'm just tired.
Pulse rate is bradycardic.
I want a CBC PT/PTT and an ultrasound.
We're losing him.
How's he doing?
They just rushed him in for an emergency surgery.
I thought he was stable.
They replaced the collapsed stent in his heart,
and everything was fine.
Yeah. Then this morning, his blood pressure bottomed out,
and they found a clot in his lung.
Okay. I'm gonna head your way.
No. No, no, no, no.
I'm already juggling 15 emotional cousins,
four worried aunts, and my hysterical mother.
Do not need more company.
Hey. He's gonna be fine.
Yeah. I gotta go.
Garza's going back into surgery.
W... Oh, my God. What happened?
I think it's complications from removing the old stent.
I didn't know about the first stent.
That's not really something he should have kept secret.
I saw him the other day, and he didn't look good,
and I let it slide.
You know, my son has a heart condition
he rarely tells anyone about.
He just doesn't like it when they treat him like he's breakable.
Alright! With Garza still in the hospital,
Carter is acting agent in charge
of the Special Investigative Unit and this task force.
Some time in the past three to six weeks...
We're still not sure yet...
There was a breach of the FBI's mainframe,
and a hacker got away with a list
of our undercover agents currently in the field.
Now, we're talking cover identities, operations... everything.
Meet Amy Wright, our target.
She's part of a heist crew that was
hired to break into a safe-deposit box
where the stolen undercover list was hidden.
Nolan, you have further information?
Just that Amy is the only remaining member
of the heist crew that is still at large.
She is the one with the undercover list.
So we gotta find Miss Thing
before she hands off that list to whomever hired her.
Right. And a word of warning.
This suspect has already murdered one of her robbery partners,
so she should be considered armed and extremely dangerous.
Our UC list is in the open, people.
The lives of hundreds of undercover agents
are depending on us.
Hey. Uh, we just intercepted an encrypted DM
from Amy's ClipTalk account.
The guy who's smuggling her across the border
said he's gonna pick her up at a closed-down dry cleaner
in Pico Gardens.
FBI! We have a warrant!
Show us your hands!
Gun!
Damn it.
Too many civilians. Watch your backstop.
Get down! Stay down!
Amy, stop!
Amy!
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Yo. Fatback.
Yeah.
Get in here.
So, can you deliver or what?
I'm working on it.
Not good enough, man. I'm low on pills, meth,
completely out of coke.
Relax. I got a new connect.
I'm just waiting on a phone call.
Hey! Hey. Some bank robber was getting chased by the cops
and got demolished by a pickup. Cash everywhere.
It's like "Grand Theft Auto" out there!
Stop!
Hey, Antoinette. Looking lovely, as always.
Must be nice to get out of the lab, huh?
Not really.
A person died.
Yeah. No. I know. I know.
Antoinette, you good?
My team's all set. Thanks.
You got anything?
Uh, her backpack. Found it at the cleaner's.
But there is no undercover list inside.
Which explains why Amy had a duffel bag full of cash.
She got paid for the list.
You know, one of her heist crew is still at Saint Stephen's Hospital.
He broke his arm, has some nerve damage,
so they're hanging on to him for a few days.
R-Roger Armistead.
He gave up his accomplices in exchange for a deal.
It's possible he knows more.
Laura and Brendon, see what you can find
on who hired them, where the hand-off
was supposed to take place... Anything.
- Yeah. We're on it. - Got it. Thanks.
Unless you need me for anything else,
I should be getting back to patrol.
- Great. - Uh, walk me to my shop?
- Yeah. - Excellent.
Told you.
Told me what?
That you would make a great FBI agent.
You always believed in me.
You might have been the only one.
I should make you dinner. That is the least I could do.
Oh, and I wanted to get some advice from you.
I'm going crazy staying with my dad.
Oh. Yeah. No. I get it.
My first six months here in Los Angeles,
I spent living in my college roommate's pool house
before I could buy my own place.
Buying is definitely not an option right now,
but my dad does have a garage that he's not really using.
I was wondering if you knew someone
who might be able to convert it for me.
I do. Me.
If you want, I can come by, give you a rough estimate.
What? Handsome and handy?
If you were not dating that cute little firefighter,
I might let you date me.
I might let you let me.
Wait. Does that make sense? If I let you...
- I'll see you later. - Okay.
I need your honest opinion about something.
- About what? - Me and Antoinette.
Ah. Well, that implies that there is a you and Antoinette.
Yeah. Well, we've been on three coffee dates.
But that's it... coffee.
Wait. Do you not know how to ask someone out on a date?
Of course I do. I just... I've been famous for a long time.
- Oh, here we go. - No. I just...
Since I started dating, people always wanted to date me, you know?
Celebrity's a real social lubricant.
Okay. Never say that again.
The point is Antoinette doesn't care about
what TV shows or movies I've done.
And I kind of like her, you know?
Well, you're not a celebrity now, so...
So I should just act like a normal person and ask her out.
Yeah. It feels like we didn't need a whole conversation to get here.
Hey, Elena.
Is he out of surgery?
We just got him back from recovery.
Doctor said it went well.
But till he wakes up...
Didn't I tell you not to come?
Well, we have to interview a subject down the hall, so...
Well, do that, because when Tío opens his eyes,
we don't want him thinking about work.
Okay. See ya.
Hey.
We're here to see the prisoner.
Mr. Armistead, FBI.
I'm Special Agent Stensen. This is Special Agent Acres.
Hey. I already talked to the cops.
Oh. Well, now your crimes are federal, so you get to talk to us.
Mm-hmm.
Later. Game just got good,
and my pain meds are about to kick in.
Oh. Nice.
Not cool, bro.
Here's what we know... bro.
You and your crew broke into a bank
and stole a list of FBI undercover agents.
And here's what you don't know.
Your partner, Amy,
she straight-up murdered your friend Todd,
and she'd probably do the same thing to you
if you weren't stuck in here, so...
- You're lying. - No, he's not lying.
If you want us to plug the TV back in,
we can show you the news reports.
Well, that's on Amy, not me.
Wrong. No. You helped steal the list,
so if anyone gets killed because of its release,
then you're an accessory to murder.
Wrong. I got a deal already.
Mm. With LAPD.
LAPD. Right.
Not us.
And like I said in my thesis statement, your crimes are now federal.
Wait. What? How is that fair?
I know. I know.
It's just so hard to be a criminal these days.
Now, who hired you? Who has the list?
I don't know who he is.
All Amy said is that he's a do-not-pass-go kind of guy.
Hmm?
Meaning if you screw him, you end up dead, not collecting.
Yeah. See, that's not gonna be enough
for us to give you a deal, unfortunately.
Amy said the list exchange was supposed to happen last night.
Where?
Some warehouse downtown by the train tracks.
She was all nervous about it being in an isolated location
because she didn't know
if she was gonna get double-crossed or not.
We know what kind of car she was driving,
so let's just scrub the traffic cams
and see if we can narrow down our search.
Mm.
We'll be in touch.
W-Will you plug the TV back in?
The people we're dealing with are likely long gone,
but still be vigilant. You just never know.
Clear.
There's nothing here.
Except that.
Someone's watching us.
You think any chance we could trace the signal?
Chances are it's encrypted.
You think I should answer it?
Here.
Hello?
What took you so long?
I was getting so bored waiting for you
to follow all of my bread crumbs.
This is Special Agent Simone Clark.
Who are you?
Wrong question. Who are they?
The undercover agents on the list.
Not just their names.
Their operations.
The groups they've infiltrated.
One phone call from me, and bodies start dropping.
Okay. You obviously have some demands.
No. Just one. I'm not greedy.
Release prisoner number 43602
from your Federal Correctional Institution in Terminal Island
or I will release the real name of one of your undercover agents
every day at 10:00 a. m. Starting today.
It's a little after 10:00 now.
Yes. But... as I said, I was growing impatient,
so I released one already.
Sent a text to someone who wasn't too pleased to learn
that there's an FBI agent in their midst.
Give us the name.
Now where's the fun in that?
Once you find their body, you'll understand how serious I am.
Alright. Uh, we want to work with you,
but you gotta give to get.
Tell us the name of the undercover agent you exposed,
and... then let's talk.
Prisoner 43602.
Release him or get used to burying your dead.
Who the hell is he?
No idea. Five weeks ago,
prisoner 43602 walked into a federal courthouse,
punched out a random bailiff,
then he got on his knees and put his hands over his head.
Oh. He wanted to get arrested.
Yeah, but neither his fingerprints nor his DNA are in the system.
He came in as a John Doe.
The only identifying thing about him are those tattoos,
which appear to be of Colombian origin.
What's he got to say for himself?
Not a damn thing.
Hasn't spoken one word since he's been in custody.
Cyber Unit determined which list
the hackers initially stole off our database.
There are over 1,800 FBI undercovers
operating nationwide, but we got lucky.
There's only 214 names on the sub-list that was hacked.
All in the Western territory.
We got to take those agents out of the field.
No. It's not that simple. Undercovers aren't planets.
They're suns.
Any abrupt extraction would endanger everyone in their orbit...
Who they vouched for, whoever vouched for them.
They're all as good as dead as soon as an undercover is made.
Well, the buffet's open tomorrow night.
We're bagging pills, snort, and smoke.
Just got the word from my new source.
What? You're gonna trust a new source?
Talk about dog-crap ideas.
No one asked you!
Hey.
Back off.
A Handler will send a coded warning
if there's a risk of exposure... Something benign
that only the Handler and an undercover knows.
But undercovers work cases for months, sometimes years,
investing countless hours, building relationships,
finding sources, gaining trust.
So it's gonna take more than just one warning
to convince an undercover to end an op.
They'll want confirmation that everyone left behind is safe.
So you're telling me if you were undercover
and you thought you were exposed, you'd just ignore it?
Until I got everyone in my orbit out safe, yeah.
And most undercovers will risk their lives to do the same.
And, Laura, Brendon, mobilize agents to start alerting UCEs.
Carter, Simone, find out who the hell our mystery prisoner is.
Hey, look. I know you're the boss now.
I know. You have more experience with teens in crisis.
You take point.
I'm Simone.
Who are you, sweetie? Hmm?
I see the scars and the tattoos, but...
mostly I see pain.
And I hate that for you.
You deserve better.
What is the red-and-yellow fist tattoo?
The symbol for MNF...
Movimiento por una Nación Fuerte.
Colombian paramilitary group fighting the government
in the jungles of the Darién Gap.
Are you MNF?
Hmm?
You saw death and destruction all around you, didn't you?
You were a soldier?
Yes.
What's your name?
No.
It's okay, sweetie. But listen.
Someone is willing to kill a lot of really good people
if we don't let you go.
Who would do that for you?
I don't want to be free.
You want to stay in prison?
I'm safe there.
That kid seems terrified.
Yeah. Chose to rot in prison
rather than face whoever's behind all this.
What the hell is all this about?
Yeah. It's me... Gideon.
I wouldn't have called if it wasn't important.
Yeah. I need you to get out of town, like now.
Hey, Gideon...
We need to have a little talk.
Aunt Cleo, I need a ride ASAP.
Sierra and Flora Avenue.
Special Agent Acres. I'm calling about your undercover, Natalie.
You need to try and pull him. We have a credible threat.
Gideon Byers, AKA Special Agent Jason Simmons...
He just sent up a flare for an urgent exfil.
Did he give a location?
We have an agent down!
We need an R. A. at the corner of Sierra and Flora!
Jason?
Who attacked you? Did they get far?
They went that way.
- What? - David Eaton.
His nickname's Fatback. He's white, 5'9"...
Okay. Stay with him.
Yeah.
Hey, Jason. How you doing?
Hey. I haven't heard that name in a while, man.
I know. I'm... I'm Brendon. Brendon Acres.
Hey. How you doing?
So, it's... it's a little deep, but let's...
I've been better, man.
...put some pressure on it. I know. I know.
Hey. Where's... Where's Rachel?
Um... she's on her way.
Okay. No, no, no.
Hang in there. Hang in there. Hang in there.
I just... It's okay.
I want to... I want to go home.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Hang in there.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Hang in there.
Hang in there. Hang in there.
No, no. No. Oh.
You know, you just murdered an FBI agent.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I didn't murder anybody.
Yeah, well, I caught you with the murder weapon.
Self-defense weapon. Yeah.
Some guy I barely know came at me throwing fists.
Self-defense. I got witnesses.
- Yeah? - They'll testify.
Well, then, can you explain this mystery text, hmm,
that you got 10 minutes ago?
I never even saw that text.
I'm terrible at checking my phone. Just ask my girlfriend.
Now is not a great time for jokes.
Yeah. Not a great time for questions either.
I know my rights. Go run and get me a lawyer.
Yeah. Let's get him out of here.
- Hey. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Are you laughing?! - Whoa!
Are you laughing?! Huh?!
Alright.
He's laughing.
Yes. Yes. But putting your hands on him
is not gonna change anything, so stand down!
Tío?
Huh.
Tío?
Elena.
What the hell are you doing here?
You should be back in the office.
He's awake...
and trying to control everything.
Well, that is very on brand for Matt.
Um, and what are the doctors saying?
That they don't foresee any further complications
and he should make a full recovery.
Thank God. We needed some good news today.
When do you think they'll send him home?
If all goes well, tomorrow.
You should know he's already asked me about the case.
And he's a master interrogator.
I might crack.
Just tell him I've got everything under control.
Yeah. And the most important thing for now
is to get some rest.
Have you met the man? I gotta go.
Thanks, Elena.
You okay, B?
No.
You know Jason had a wife?
Rachel.
Hadn't seen her in months because he's been on this op.
But he's never gonna see her again.
I'm so sorry. And I know you're angry and...
No. I was angry an hour ago.
This is like, uh...
I got rage.
Okay. Well, you can't let it control you.
I mean, that's not gonna help his family.
It's not gonna help you catch the person behind this.
You got to...
Simone, he bled out in my hands.
- Brendon, here's the thing. - Carter!
Carter, this... This self-defense thing,
it can't possibly work, right?
A good defense lawyer can make an argument
that there's no definitive proof
that he knew Jason was an undercover agent.
What? There's always one juror.
- Oh, so he could walk. - He might.
Look. It's been a long day.
He's already lawyered up.
Everybody go home and get some rest.
How are we supposed to do that
when another undercover's name
is gonna be released at 10:00 a. m.?
I know. And the Cyber Crime Unit
is trying to determine who sent that text.
But until they do, there's nothing we can do.
So... go home.
No.
Brendon... go home.
B, uh...
Hey.
Hi.
I, uh, I-I... I don't know if you heard,
but, uh, Garza is... Is gonna be okay.
I heard. Such a relief.
Um, so, listen. There's a...
restaurant that's opening in, um, NoHo.
I-I thought maybe you would, you know, like it.
I'm sorry. What?
- Um... - Hey. You going down?
Yes.
You coming?
Uh, no. I-I forgot something.
Did you need to talk to me about something?
No. Uh, tomorrow's fine.
So, uh, you were saying...
Oh, I got that.
You have to tell me... How did you do that with the ribs,
where the meat falls right off the bone like that?
Delicious.
Put my foot in it, didn't I?
Maybe an arm and a leg, too.
Who... Oh. Whoops.
Oh, Simone, I didn't know you were having a date.
Uh, I'll be in my room.
Daddy, stop. It's not a date.
You remember John. He's my friend.
Nice to see you again, sir.
Oh, yeah. John. Hello.
I never know with Simone.
I mean, she keeps me guessing.
Yeah. It's part of her charm.
And may I say, you have a fantastic house.
I'm a huge fan of mid-century modern as well.
It's just... It's so sleek yet functional.
It's... It's sophisticated but curvy.
Are you talking about the house or me?
Well, it'll be an honor to take on this project,
add a little more value to your home.
Uh, uh, John is an architecture nerd
and just doesn't know when to shut up about houses.
No, no, no. Please, John, keep talking.
'Cause I'd just love to hear all about
this project happening in my house.
Well, uh, maybe, I could just, uh, get out of here
and... and send it to you in an e-mail.
I was talking to John about converting the garage
into a unit with a separate entrance...
Just out of curiosity.
Curiosity, huh?
Well, you're awfully damn curious
for someone who doesn't own this place.
Gonna let myself out.
Mm, don't you know when a fellow officer needs backup?
Simone, you said that you were staying here temporarily,
and now you want to rebuild my house to fit your lifestyle.
Unbelievable!
Daddy, why are you tripping?
I'm tripping? Huh? John, w-who's tripping here? Hmm?
Oh, I'm a... I'm a terrible judge of, uh, tripping, sir.
It's always been a blind spot for me.
Okay. Well, let me help you.
I'm not. She is.
Dessert?
Uh, sure. Yeah.
Just as quickly as you can, if you don't mind.
Yeah. Okay. Perfect.
Thank you very much.
Yeah. Thanks. Bye.
What are you still doing here? Carter told us to go home.
You're still here.
Hey. Do not talk back to your training agent.
I figured I'd hang back while the Cyber Unit
tracks the text that got Jason killed.
Turns out the burner phone where the text originated from
was never turned off.
They were able to track its location.
Turns out LAPD just picked it up
in a trash can at 6th and Normandie.
Maybe one of the businesses has, like, a...
Security camera? Yeah.
That's who I was just talking to.
Zussman's Jewelers.
They're sending me over their footage from 9:47 a. m.,
when the text was sent.
Mm.
Wait.
Ooh. Hey. Screen-grab that.
Maybe facial recognition can help I. D. him.
It's got to be the guy who stole the list of undercovers.
Yeah. Could be.
I'm gonna send out a BOLO citywide.
Hey, boss!
Look who came to brighten up your evening.
Flowers, huh? Was that in case I croaked?
What? You would rather have a teddy bear instead?
Only if it's carrying a pepperoni pizza.
Simone, the food here sucks.
How you feeling?
I should be asking you that.
Me? I'm better than ever. You.
I'm good.
At lying.
I'm a professional investigator, too, Simone.
I mean, why else would you be visiting late at night?
I mean, I know I'm irresistible. I can't help it.
But something's up. Talk to me.
I stepped in it with my father.
What'd you do this time?
Nothing! It's him.
He likes having me at home and knows he needs me there.
But he keeps pushing me away.
This is refreshing.
You are always so on point with other people's emotions.
It's kinda nice to know that you have a blind spot.
I think not. I know my father.
Correction. You know how he presents himself to you.
He's a strong, stubborn man, Simone.
He probably is afraid to acknowledge the fact
that he can't do everything that he used to.
And the hardest thing for a man of a certain age to outgrow...
is our pride.
Our bodies start to wane.
Our... vanity kicks us in the cojones.
Okay.
You might have a point there.
Mm.
You want me to get you some more water?
Yeah. Please.
These poor overworked nurses are quiet-quitting on me.
Something to do with the case?
None of your business.
Come on, Simone. What's happening? Tell me.
Uh, what's happening is you're resting and I'll be back.
Hello? Does anybody work around here?
Ooh! Excuse me.
Doctor, I need, uh, some water for a patient.
Sorry. They need me in the O. R.,
but I will have them send a nurse, okay?
Oh, no.
Sir, did you see anyone come in this room?
Help! Somebody help! Please!
Help! Somebody help!
Help!
My keen powers of deduction are telling me
this guy's not a real doctor, huh?
You just had to be a part of the action, didn't you?
I just wanted a little more water.
This is the worst hospital ever.
He came all this way to kill Roger.
He's gotta be the big bad, right?
The guy with the list?
We heard you were back in action, boss.
Simone did all the heavy lifting. I just sealed the deal.
Oh. Hey. You guys, uh, came together?
We were having coffee.
We were kicking ass.
Oh. It's a little late for coffee, isn't it?
Well, decaf.
Okay. This guy is in custody, but the danger's not over.
It's possible he has a fail-safe plan
to release another name, so we need to go r...
Matt. Stop.
Yeah. Stand down, boss. Carter's got it.
Sorry.
No problem. Take him back to bed, will you?
Make sure he gets in it.
Oh, you know what? I'm not a child. You just...
Oh, no. Of course you're not.
What is up with Carter and Antoinette getting drinks?
Not drinks. Just coffee.
Oh. I smell hot goss.
Are Carter and Antoinette, like, a thing or what's going on?
I-I don't know. I'd like to know that, too.
Look. E-Everyone gets coffee with Carter.
He's got big-brother energy.
I leave your side for one night and you get into a street fight?
Okay. Hey, first of all, it wasn't a street fight.
We were indoors.
And Simone did all of the dangerous stuff, so...
Tío, from now on, if you even think about
getting out of bed without permission, I am cuffing you to the rail.
Jorge Peña.
It's nice to finally meet you in person.
How do you know my name?
You were fingerprinted when you came to this country
from Colombia as a refugee.
Now, where's the list you stole from us?
I stole nothing. I'm innocent.
You tried to kill me, a deputy,
and a man out there with a broken arm.
You're far from innocent.
Now, where's the damn list?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I swear.
Are you hearing what I'm hearing?
That he doesn't sound like the man on the phone?
Yep.
So you're not the man with the list,
but you work for him. Hmm?
He ordered you to give an undercover agent's photo
to Fatback and to kill all the loose ends
from the bank robbery, right?
Yes.
Why?
I was a soldier... in Colombia.
I had very... special skills.
Make problems disappear. You understand.
And I come here. I live American life, and I pay taxes.
Go to baseball games.
It's... It's quite nice...
Until a man I knew back home found me.
He's the kind of man you don't say no to.
Tell us his name.
I can't. He's dangerous.
So is the death penalty.
And that's what you're gonna be facing if you don't help us.
What's his name?
Good morning, Raul.
That's right, sweet thing.
We know exactly who you are.
We're dope like that.
More importantly, we know who your brother is.
Cesar Almunia,
former officer in Colombia's
National Intelligence Directorate.
He got fed up with the government,
switched sides, and founded the MNF paramilitary group.
Your brother is known as the Butcher of Bogotá...
but you looked up to him.
And shortly after he started the MNF, you joined.
You know nothing.
I know you wanted to escape the violence.
Didn't you?
Raul, we filed an application for emergency amnesty.
We are going to keep you safe.
W-Why would you help me?
Because somebody has to.
And just like we're helping you, you can help people, too.
Tell us what this is all about.
My brother.
He... He sent me here to negotiate a weapons deal...
$10 million for hundreds of RPGs and small arms,
enough to ensure the conflict back home
continues for a decade.
I was the only one he trusted.
But you didn't go through with it.
More orphans will not make our country stronger.
The payment was going to be through a cryptocurrency,
so... I made a new account.
Only I know the password.
So the only way your brother can get that money...
is to get to you.
There was nowhere I could go where he wouldn't find me.
And if he did, torture, pain beyond imagination.
So you went to the safest place you can think of.
Federal prison.
But he found me, even here.
I guess his contacts at the intelligence services paid off.
Carter, I have a crazy idea.
How crazy?
You want to stop the violence, the killing?
Yeah.
Raul, I need you to trust us.
Your plan is what now?
Raul gave us the password to his cryptocurrency account.
This is what Cesar really wants.
That's Cesar calling to say he's releasing
the name of another undercover agent.
And you're telling me you want me
to let a known war criminal walk with $10 million in untraceable money?
Tracy, it's either that or another one of our own dies.
And it's not really walking away.
He still has to buy weapons.
And Raul gave us the name of the arms dealer
he was gonna meet with.
And Brendon and Laura are working on tracing him.
- And have they? - Not yet, but...
Great.
Carter, this is quite the position you've put me in.
This is Special Agent in Charge Tracy Chiles.
You did not release prisoner 43602.
Uh, no, but we do have a series of numbers
that he said would be important to you.
We could give them to you if you agree to stop releasing names.
Agreed. Give me the numbers.
Okay. So we're good.
Are we happy?
FBI! Don't do it! Drop your weapons on the ground!
Drop 'em!
- FBI! You're surrounded! - Hey! FBI! Hands up! Hands up.
Hey. Okay.
You remember talking to me on the phone, Cesar?
Oh, don't be like that.
It's not my fault we're better at our jobs than you are.
So this is it? Our list of undercover agents?
With all 214 names,
including Special Agent Jason Simmons. May he rest in peace.
We recovered it in an apartment Cesar was using.
No copies?
None that we found.
But Cesar is not talking, so there's no way to know for sure.
Hey.
You did good today in your first foray as boss.
I know.
But Matt's being released tonight,
so this temporary assignment is officially over.
Carter?
Your time for advancement will come.
Oh, it already has... Several times.
They just always gave the promotion to someone else.
Night, Tracy.
Night.
You good, B?
Yeah. I'm okay.
You?
Yeah, I'm good.
But I also didn't have an agent die in my arms.
You want to talk about it?
Not yet.
Okay. Well, when you do...
Oh, and earlier,
when I was telling you you needed to pull up?
I don't want you to think I was being cruel.
I was just trying to keep you focused on the task at hand.
I needed a Simone-style boot in the butt,
so it's okay.
These are for kicking ass and looking fly.
It's crazy, though.
We've been feds less than three months.
And this is the second funeral for a fallen agent.
At least the Bureau does it right, you know? Classy.
But when them bagpipes start?
Oh, my God.
The waterworks! Yeah.
Jason won't, uh, have a formal funeral.
It'll be small and quiet.
Why?
'Cause he was killed while undercover.
They don't have parades. No fanfare.
Secrecy of the op comes first.
Yeah, but his cover was already blown.
I mean, it's... it's out there.
It doesn't matter.
There's still plenty of assets he came in contact with
that need protecting,
other ongoing operations that he was connected to
with principals who may not know the truth.
Yeah, but that doesn't seem right.
It's not. But it's the job.
Well, I'm still going.
We are still going.
- Alright. - Call me later.
Uh-huh.
- Good night, y'all. - See ya.
Now, what are you smiling about?
If I've learned anything these past few days,
it's that life's too short to play games.
So...
I'm gonna go talk to Antoinette.
I'm gonna tell her how I feel.
Ah. Finally.
But, um, maybe change your shirt first.
You got a little sweaty.
Oh, come on. Elena. I can walk.
You know it's policy.
Fine. Fine.
I just want to get home.
Speaking of, my mom and your sisters
are waiting for us at your place.
They cooked, they cleaned, and they cannot wait
to read you the riot act
about how disgustingly you've been living.
Okay. You know what?
Maybe I just want to stay in the hospital a little longer.
Oh. Tío, we're going.
- Yeah. Let me just be in the bed. - We're going.
I don't want to... Really. Oh, my.
Alright. Just be cool.
No, no. Just be yourself. Come on.
Ooh. Yikes.
I don't understand.
You said Carter gets coffee with everyone.
Well...
He's got big-brother energy.
Mm.
Big brothers got to date, too, right?
See ya.
Hey.
It was presumptuous of me to try to convert the garage
without talking to you about it first.
And I'm sorry.
That was all kinds of wrong.
What the hell were you thinking?
Well, Daddy, I was thinking that we both have busy schedules
and active dating lives, and...
it was just a bad attempt at me trying
to give you some of your space back.
Like you said, my being here was only supposed to be temporary.
Hm.
You want me to leave, Daddy?
Course not.
But hey, l-let's keep it real.
I am getting older.
And this house will belong to you
and the twins eventually.
So it wasn't a bad idea to be thinking about the future.
Wait. Hold on.
I know you're not trying to get out of here any time soon,
- are you? - No.
I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, baby girl.
All I'm saying is that your instinct
to make it more comfortable for yourself here was right.
But where you went wrong was not getting my blessing first.
Daddy, can I have your blessing?
Would you get that? It's for you.
- John? - Hello!
What's up, cute thing?
Hey. Come on in, man.
I invited him over.
Look, it got a little heated last night,
and for my part in that, I am sorry.
Well, I did eat all the short ribs.
What do you say we just call it even?
This is a long way for him to come for an apology, Daddy,
that could have happened over the phone.
Well, that's not the only reason.
I, um, asked him if he could walk us both
through the feasibility of converting the garage.
Daddy!
Oh, thank you!
Now, take it easy. We haven't even discussed a deposit.
I mean, my rates can get pretty steep.
We should be getting the friends-and-family discount.
I might be able to work that in
if we could work in a weekly delivery of cookies
and pies from Cutty's bakery.
- Deal. - Ooh!
If I throw in some of my fall-off-the-bone short ribs,
could we talk about maybe a plunge pool
and a theater room?
Simone, the ribs are good.
They're not that good.
- Here it comes. - Okay.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Here it comes.
Let him do the work first!
- Do not... - "And that's how he died."
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