(sirens blaring)
(tires screech)
(indistinct radio chatter)
Detectives Mitchell and Marks, Robbery Homicide.
Got yourself a little stand-off here?
Yeah, knucklehead robbed a liquor store,
fled our squad cars; now he's holed up in this warehouse.
TRAVIS: We got a dozen or so cops and one shooter.
What are you waiting for? (nearby gun fires, woman screams)
That was a warning!
If you don't back off, I'll kill her! I swear!
He took the clerk as a hostage.
My guys can storm the back entrance
and take him out, but we're going to need a distraction.
How much time you need?
Give me 15 seconds. I'll bring you that shooter.
15 seconds, all right.
You ready? Me?
Hey, you're the one with all the people skills, not me.
Who told you that? You tell me that every day.
Now's your chance to prove it. Look...
I'm going to have eyes on him
so if anything goes sideways, I'll let you know. Okay?
Hey, are you telling me the amazing Travis Marks
can't buy us 15 seconds? It'll be okay. Trust me.
We good? We got it.
It's not because I don't trust you.
It's just that if I let you do the talking,
there'd be gunshots within ten seconds. I just said that.
All right, you ready? (whispers) Stop stalling!
Okay, stay away! (woman sobbing)
(groans)
Okay, is this thing on? (feedback squeals)
All right, I'm talking to the guy on the third floor
with the gun.
I'm going to stand up now
and all I want is for you not to shoot me, emphasis on "not."
We good?
Drop the gun, cop!
Okay... gun's down. Gun's down.
And your vest!
Okay, so here's the thing:
I kind of like this vest.
You know, it's stylish, warm,
and, uh, it's bullet-proof.
Now! All right, all right, all right!
It's coming off.
Just don't hurt her.
All right, see that? See that?
Okay...
Okay, see, now that... that was a sign of trust.
All right? That's very, very important.
Okay, I'm going to be honest with you.
Even though you got a gun on me,
I'm still your best friend in the whole world.
You think I'm going to fall for that "trust me" cop crap!
He's going to shoot!
(woman screams)
(screaming) (explosion)
WES: Travis! Travis! (grunting)
I got shot.
You didn't get shot. You didn't get shot. See, look.
(panting and grunting) Shot at.
"Hello!" You got shot at.
Big difference.
Yeah.
Clear!
♪ ♪
MRS. DUMONT: You always say I don't have to worry about money.
Well, you don't. That's my job.
MRS. DUMONT: I found your passwords
to your brokerage account.
I made a few trades.
You did what?
Yeah, some index funds, muni bonds.
I made three percent last month.
In a month?
I'm sorry I went behind your back.
In a month?
Thank you, Grace.
It can be very frightening to tell our partners
something that they don't already know about us.
And you dove right in
and you gave us an issue
that we could address moving forward.
However, we're going to have to put a pin in that
because we're about to run out of time.
And there is one couple we haven't heard from yet.
Okay...
(both clearing throats)
WES: Uh...
So, uh, Travis...
This is, uh... this isn't easy for me to say,
but...
my weight in grams is...
almost 73,000... Oh.
You don't say. ...exactly. It's true.
TRAVIS: Go on. Go on.
I think they're playing you.
WES: 400... (mouth clicks)
...something, something, something. Oh! (door opens)
That's a sh... Oh, look at that. Oh, look at the time.
Who thought an hour could go by so fast?
Just one minute.
Guys, I can't help thinking
that you didn't get a chance to really dig in here today.
No, I think we... got plenty of... And...
since you didn't get to share with each other today,
I think you can do the trust exercise for your homework.
I want you to tell each other something
the other doesn't already know about you
every day until we next meet.
(chuckles) Okay, great session, guys.
Thanks.
You got us homework, dumbass.
Great. She's gettin' savvy.
They're gonna know something's wrong.
Just drive, asshole.
GUARD: Hey, Danny, right on time as usual, huh?
Hey, you know the drill.
Lady of the house wants you to check every drop-off.
MAN: Actually, we're here on a pickup.
Let's go!
(grunts) MAN: All right, three minutes,
I want that safe blown and the alarm off. Move, move, move!
MAN 2: Copy that.
MAN: Happy, take the driver. HAPPY: Yes, sir.
Sweet dreams. (grunts)
(cocks gun)
RADIO: Front gate, what's going on?
You shouldn't have done that, pal.
(grunts)
All right, let's move.
Come on. Let's go.
Let's bring this place down.
Let's go! Let's go!
Common Law 1x05 The T Word Original Air Date on June 15, 2012
♪
(chuckling): I forgot to mention...
Okay, so I'm 15.
I'm starting my sophomore year at a brand-new school.
Trouble is the school only teaches
English as a second language.
What in the hell are you talking about?
Our homework. I'm supposed to tell you something
you don't know about me. Oh, okay. Well, write that down, Travis
I'll just read it before the next session.
No, Dr. Ryan always guesses when we do it that way.
You use more details, see?
That's the key to good storytelling.
Trust isn't our issue.
It's never been our problem for us.
We trust each other with our lives
every time we go out in the field.
Check it out: we're not the only ones on site.
S.I.S? No, look at the shades.
G-men all the way.
G-men? No way. You want to make that interesting?
Always. Yep. Okay, usual?
Done. 20 bucks.
Special Agent Carrie D'Amico.
This is my partner, Tom Mills.
We're with the FBI. Come on.
Oh, I could tell by your glasses.
Points for working 'em.
Yeah, Travis Marks, Robbery Homicide.
My sidekick Wes Mitchell.
I'm not a sidekick. Hi.
You guys aren't going to be weird
about working with us, are you?
Sometimes the locals get squirrely when we show up.
Locals. Hmm.
No, ma'am, us locals, we really love helping
our friends in the government.
Good. So what's the FBI
interested in a home invasion for anyway?
We're with the serial crime division.
The crew that pulled this job
also robbed two mansions in Orange County.
We think they hit a house in Vegas last month.
Great. You learn anything so far?
The press in Orange County called them the Baby-Faces.
They've never been caught on camera
so these renderings are all we've got.
All right.
So who's up for spanking them?
Is he always like this?
Most of the time you build up a tolerance.
We'll see. The M.O. is always the same:
They invade, lock down a perimeter,
then blow some rich guy's safe with plastic explosives.
They work fast and precise and they don't leave anything behind.
What about witnesses?
You guys interviewed most of the, uh, neighbors?
We're the FBI.
We interviewed them. They didn't see anything.
Good. So, you talked to the neighbors' kids?
Tom...
you went over there.
They didn't mention a kid.
I got up really early this morning.
I wanted to do some drawings before breakfast.
But I heard all this yelling outside.
Mason loves his comic books.
Mom, they're called graphic novels.
What exactly did you see?
Uh, a couple of them circled on the side
of Mr. Tillotson's house.
They looked like
they made hand signals to each other, like this...
Ah, those are Army signals.
You served? Uh, no.
But I played Purple Heart--
pretty realistic video game.
That game is awesome. You too?
Final Mission. Final Mission is sick.
See, Travis is basically a big teenager.
It comes in handy sometimes.
(clears throat)
Detective Marks...
Can we continue? Excuse me...
Did you guys know that they were military?
No, no, we didn't.
Hmm. But I suppose
if we're looking for ex-Army in Southern California,
that narrows it down to 20,000 people.
Hmm. You were drawing their guns?
Uh, yeah. That should do it.
(grunts) Felt it, right?
Felt what?
The FBI lady-- she's giving me vibes.
What? There were no vibes.
There were vibes.
How is it that you can read a suspect, but not a woman?
It's a subtle thing.
It's an imaginary thing.
Special Agent D'Amico is a grownup
who's serious about her job.
Which means if she was vibing anyone,
she'd probably be vibing me.
So, you like her?
No.
No, no. We work together.
Listen, man, if you tell me she's in "No-Fly Zone,"
I'll respect that, bro code...
But, uh, I think we were vibing.
First of all,
I'm still not sure about the parameters
of this "bro code" still,
but she's a "No-Fly Zone" 'cause she's a colleague.
Who's a "No-Fly Zone?"
No one. Hi.
How can we help you, Special Agent D'Amico?
I sent Mills over
to Fort Erwin to see if anyone recognizes our rifle.
In the meantime, if you guys
are going to tag along,
might as well get right into our profiles.
I found it.
I found... I found the gun.
I found it.
It's a, uh...
an MP5 assault rifle.
It says here it's used exclusively by, uh,
uh... the Army... Rangers.
All right, I'll have my partner dig up profiles
on every Ranger who's been discharged
in the last two years.
All right, that sounds like a really good start.
You know what? I'll do you one better.
You get me the names of those Rangers...
I'll get you the guy.
How are you gonna do that?
You, me, a hot meal. Pack a bib.
♪ ♪
Travis Marks! You come over here.
You give your foster mom a big hug.
Hey, hey, been a long time.
Oh!
It's good to see you.
This is my partner, Wes.
Oh, the uptight one.
You didn't tell me he was so cute!
Give me a hug. Give me a hug.
(chuckles)
Welcome.
You look good. Oh, come on.
You look good. How you been?
Oh, you know, still looking for work.
But you know, Jason, he helps me get by.
Ho-ho-ho! Dirt dog?
Uh-oh.
Wow, boy!
Whoo!
What's up, J? Oh, wow!
What's up, man?
Yeah, nobody really calls me Dirt Dog anymore.
That's only 'cause they don't really know you.
You look good, man How long's it been?
Four years?
Oh! Yeah, Mom told me you just, you just got
discharged like, three months ago.
You know, two tours, man.
I'm still in one piece, though. That's good.
Hey, I'm gonna get some drinks, okay?
Okay. (chuckles) What's up, man? I'm Jason.
Hi.
You're not gonna hug me, are you?
Yeah! (chuckles)
Ooh!
All right. I'm Wes Mitchell.
I'm, uh, Dirty Dog's partner.
(laughs)
He ever tell you what a badass he was
before the LAPD gave him a badge?
Oh, anybody want some chicken?
No, no, no, I really want to hear this.
No, man, this cat,
this was the best street racer in the whole Valley
till a judge ended his career.
(both laugh) What's up, man?
Four years. You just stop by to say hi or what?
All is well, man, all is well.
Mom told me you got a job counseling vets now.
Yeah, ever since I got back from the Sandbox. Why?
You want me to snitch on my brother Rangers?
Jason, if the guys pulling these jobs are Rangers,
they're not your brothers.
Trav, this is wrong, like, six different ways.
These guys are my clients.
They trust me to keep their business to myself.
I get it.
But if any of these guys are violent, if any
of them might have even talked to you about
committing a crime...
Bro, it's great to see you. Seriously.
But I can't help you.
Now, granted, I don't speak foster brother,
but it seems to me Jason just shot us down cold.
I knew he wouldn't say anything.
But I also knew that if he felt like any one
of these guys was involved in something this bad...
he'd find a way to let me know.
He stared right at that picture.
Richard LeVelle, demolitions expert.
He tried to re-enlist, they turned him down.
Hmm. Hmm.
Guess LeVelle likes his privacy.
Yeah.
(slide racks)
Bad place to plan some robberies, huh?
WES: He looks pretty serious about these
"Do no enter" signs.
Maybe we should wait for a... warrant.
Check it out.
Summer after my freshman year,
my foster parents take me to Louisiana.
And that's where I met Laurie-Anne.
She's technically my foster cousin,
but is that really a relative, you know?
I mean, she was Laurie-Anne.
If you insist on doing this,
why don't you tell me about the time
you got arrested for drag racing.
My lips are sealed... just like the records.
Oh, so you trust me enough to regale me with stories of your conquests,
but when it comes to talking about something real, you clam up?
You tell me about your weight in grams.
I know you're not doing it right.
(metallic click)
Uh, what did I just step on?
What am I standing on right now?
It's been a minute since that bomb-defusing seminar,
but, uh... Oh, boy.
Okay, yeah, it looks like you stepped on a pressure plate.
I'm standing on a pressure plate?
Looks like a trigger mechanism.
A trigger mechanism? Ooh...
that's a varmar bar mine. Okay, here's the thing:
so if you step off, it's gonna blow.
Okay, here's what we're gonna do.
I'm gonna stand very still.
You're gonna call Bomb Squad.
You're gonna get 'em down here... No, no, not an option...
...they're gonna defuse this thing. Why?
...'cause if you don't step off,
it's gonna blow in 90 seconds.
90 sec...? Okay, okay, okay.
We-We need a plan.
Yeah, wait right here. Wait right here.
Uh, probably less than 60 seconds now, Travis.
How much do you weigh?
158, 155.
73,000 grams. How much?
Travis...
Oh, damn, okay, here's the thing:
one of these buckets is leaking, so we're got to do this fast.
How do you know those are heavy enough
to keep down this pressure plate down?
I don't, but they're getting lighter by the second, so...
Okay. Wait, wait, wait. Don't you trust me?
Do I have a choice?
No.
Okay, wait, wait, wait. Okay, on threezy, okay?
Yeah.
One...
two...
threezy.
Okay.
Go. Yeah, go!
Run!
(both grunt, car alarm blares, horn beeping)
Oh! (spits)
Ah!
(spits)
You think we can go ahead
and consider this guy a suspect now?
What?!
Exactly.
We're clear! No more booby traps.
I'm guessing you didn't find Richard LeVelle in there, huh?
No sign of him, unfortunately.
But you guys are definitely gonna want
to check out that basement.
Wow. Oof.
Okay. Yeah.
This guy's got enough hardware down here
to take over a small country.
Yep. What do we got here? M15s, RALs,
AK-47s, grenades,
det cord.
Wow.
Whoa.
Plastic explosives.
Blowing safes?
What do you think?
It'd be cool if we found some baby masks down here.
But aside from that, I think we got our guy.
CARRIE: We are cataloging the weapons
from inside of his hideout.
We have been hunting the Baby-Faces for two weeks,
but up until today we haven't learned much.
But now, thanks to the good work of the LAPD,
we finally have a suspect.
This man, Richard LeVelle, had what we estimate
to be $200,000 in illegal weaponry
stored in the basement of his house.
Our field office will handle transpo dragnet.
You guys work the contacts locally.
The goal is to have LeVelle in custody
by end of business tomorrow.
Are there any questions?
All right, then. Let's do it to it.
I must admit, Captain,
your boys did solid work out there today.
You run a tight ship.
They're the best there are.
Especially since they've been going to couples therapy.
Come on. What are you doing?
The don't need to hear about that.
What?!
Couples therapy?
Nothing to be embarrassed about.
Tell her.
Please.
We, uh... you know,
it's a long story. We fight a lot.
Now we're in therapy.
WES: Yes.
Well, whatever you're doing, keep it up.
What?!
(elevator bell dings)
Hold it! Hold it!
Detective Marks.
Special Agent D'Amico.
So, it was your foster brother who tipped us off to LeVelle?
It was indeed.
You must have one hell of an interesting story.
Yeah. It's, uh,
it's absolutely fascinating.
Mm.
Yeah, it usually takes me
about one dinner to get through it all.
Dinner?
You and me?
(chuckles)
We're working a case, Detective.
I know.
I guess we won't always be working a case.
Do not use this
until all four of those Babies are in prison.
Got it?
Absolutely.
And Detective?
Keep this conversation to yourself.
Mm.
You can trust me.
Oh, I doubt that.
(both chuckle)
Don't make me regret giving you that number.
Vibes.
RYAN So Travis, you told Wes about
a staggering number of women that you've been with.
And Wes, amongst other fascinating trivia,
you told Travis that you lived at 7000 Dallas Avenue
from March 17, 1988
until May of 1992.
So how do you both feel?
Really good. Great.
Completely therapized.
Ready to move... move on.
Interesting. It seems to me that what you've done is obey
the letter of the law while ignoring the spirit of it,
which is becoming something of a specialty with the two of you.
So? You gave us an assignment.
We did it. You can't ask us for more than that.
Yes, I can. This isn't secondary school.
The whole point of this exercise
was that the two of you build trust in each other.
You know what? Stand up
here and now and face each other.
I want you both to tell the other
something that you are scared to say.
(sighs)
Want to go ahead?
You go first. Let me help you get started.
Wes,
why did you pull a gun
on Travis?
That's why you're here, isn't it?
We've never even discussed it.
I don't think I want to get into that.
I had my reasons.
Tell Travis what they were.
(phones ringing) Excuse us.
Official police business.
You getting this?
They found LeVelle.
Gentlemen,
we will talk about this.
(buzzer) Ah, Detectives
Mitchell and Marks, the two men you tried to murder today
(door closes) when that bomb exploded.
Mitchell and Marks,
we were just explaining to Mr. LeVelle
the array of charges that he's facing.
If you'd like to see another day of freedom,
I suggest you start cooperating.
Who are your associates and where are they now?
My associates?
Yeah, the other Baby-Faces.
You think I'm with those guys on the news?
Sorry, not this Ranger.
Too bad, that was your only shot at daylight.
(door opens) Look, wait.
I'm not with that crew.
But if I can give you something on them, what would it be worth to you?
If it's good information, I can recommend
they drop the, uh, attempted murder charge.
You might make parole before you're a senior citizen.
All right, look,
I'm a guy that can get things, right?
Somebody got in touch with me,
said that they needed rifles and C-4.
It was your guys. What do they look like?
I didn't see them; they were wearing
those stupid masks... What did you see, Richard?
Be specific.
I can give you heights and weights,
but they were very cautious.
I don't know if this means anything,
but the one guy,
the one guy they handed all the money,
he had his Zippo lighter with him,
and he did, like, little...
tricks with it.
It was just like that?
You sure?
Huh? Was it
just like that?
Yeah.
(engine approaching)
Travis, man, we're not grilling tonight.
Oh, that's all right.
A beer will do.
Cheers?
Cheers.
You know I can't say anything about the job.
Forget about the job.
This is a social call.
You still smoke?
Nah, I gave it up right before I enlisted.
You? Nah, it's been years,
but I figure tonight,
we're gonna kick around the old times, you know?
Catch up. Uh-huh.
You, uh...
Aw, damn, you got matches?
I got you.
You still got that old Zippo?
Hell, yeah. I mean, I dropped the habit,
but I had to hold on to this.
You still do that old trick you used to do
every time we used to race?
It calms the nerves.
This bad boy saw two combat tours.
Just like you remember it?
Yeah.
(chuckles)
Here.
(phone rings)
(phone beeps) Hey.
Travis, hey, where are you?
I had something to take care of this morning.
Okay, well, you could tell me this stuff.
Sorry, last minute.
All right, all right, well, just wrap it up.
'cause look, we kept banging on LeVelle last night,
after you left, which was a very interesting tactic by the way.
Anyway, we're on to something.
Turns out his customers leave him messages.
This morning, someone sent him a postcard asking for Silly Putty,
which is LeVelle's code for C-4.
I know, it's genius, right?
Anyway, we're going to this exchange
and see if the Baby-Faces are gearing up for another job.
So, kind of a big deal here.
When are you getting in?
Uh, I don't know. I don't know.
It might be a while. Just cover for me, all right?
Travis, if you make me look bad
in front of this federal agent...
Yeah, no, you know what?
You stay there, you follow up on that.
Sounds important.
All right, so my partner
texted the number on the postcard.
The meet's set up for noon in Griffith Park.
Where's Marks?
Oh, he, um... (clears throat)
He heard from a really reliable C.I. last night.
So, he's following up on that. Right now?
We're about to break this thing open.
Well, it wouldn't be, uh, he wouldn't be
working it if it wasn't a really good tip, so...
Well, Detective, we've got some time to kill.
Are there any open cases you'd like my input on?
Very focused, I like that.
But no, I think we're all good here.
Are you sure?
'Cause I've got to do something
with the next couple of hours.
And I'm not gonna take your captain up
on his invitation to meditate.
Yeah.
Well, um, you texted me about that postcard this morning.
I came right in; I didn't get a chance to get any breakfast.
So, we could, uh, you know, do that,
if it's something you want to do.
You want to take me to breakfast?
I not... to take you.
Just have breakfast.
Why don't you just grab something here.
We're working a case together.
I don't think breakfast is a good idea.
Yeah, I'll go in the kitchen,
and, uh, I'll fill up on condiments or something.
But, Detective?
We won't always be working on a case.
Do not use this until we've got the Baby-Faces in jail.
Understood?
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, um, yeah, I got that.
That-that makes sense.
And do me a favor,
don't say anything
about the card.
We're working a job.
We don't need people gossiping about our private lives.
(engine starts)
♪ ♪
What's up, bro?
What's up, Jay?
You saw me, huh?
Only an hour ago.
So, you show up last night asking me
about that old lighter trick; today I see you tailing me.
What's going on?
I got a pretty good idea
you're mixed up in something bad, man.
If you are, I can help.
Something bad. You're talking about
them home invasions you're looking into, aren't you?
What, you think I'm a criminal? I'm your brother, man.
I know. That's why I'm here; I need you
to stop doing what you're doing.
Wow, this is crazy.
We go back. Where's the trust?
We're talking. My partner isn't here with me.
That's all the trust you're gonna get.
Yeah, well, you must have got all lost up inside
your own head, 'cause I don't know what you're talking about.
I counsel vets.
You buy that bike on a social worker's salary?
Save it, man. I didn't do it.
Of course, if I did, you'd be out of luck, wouldn't you?
You couldn't catch me that night we was racing.
I saw you tailing me today.
And I promise you, if I was involved in something heavy,
you couldn't catch me.
Not true, Jay.
I'll bring you in if I have to.
Will you?
(scoffs)
Please, man.
(phone ringing)
Yeah?
Should I call Missing Persons?
Where the hell are you?
I told you I had something to take care of.
Well, you need to get back here,
'cause we went to that exchange in Griffith Park.
Picked up a guy named Glen Marsh, ex-Army.
We think he might be one of the Baby-Faces.
Why?
Well, we found a Zippo lighter in his car.
We have been at this for hours,
Glen, and you still haven't told us anything.
'Cause it's the truth. Glen,
nobody uses C-4 plastic explosive to go fishing.
That's why we wanted to try it.
I mean, you heard of dynamite fishing, right?
You drop a few sticks down
into the lake, set it off,
then bam, all the dead fish
just rise to the top.
We wanted to see if the same thing worked with C-4.
And did it?
Did what?
Did the C-4 kill the fish?
Oh, not yet, but see, that's why we wanted to get some more...
(bang) All right, Glen, listen, I'm tired of this.
Who are the other Baby-Faces?
Dude, I don't know.
Man, there's no way I'm the only person
in the world with a lighter.
(buzzer buzzing)
(sighs) MITCHELL: What's up, Captain?
Excuse me, uh,
I don't think that's one of your guys.
Why not? There's been another robbery.
OFFICER: It was the same basic M.O. as before.
Wealthy business guy, lots of cash in the place.
The Baby-Faces took the service elevator up,
forced their way in, cleaned the place out.
Well, almost.
What do you mean, almost?
Yeah, I guess in the other robberies,
the Baby-Faces took every single thing
that was in the safe, right? Yeah.
Well, they didn't do that this time.
They left something behind.
I don't know.
Maybe they don't smoke?
They didn't leave that behind.
They put it there.
Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.
You want to tell me
what the hell is going on with you?
You've been behaving very un-Travis like lately,
ever since Richard LeVelle told us about that lighter.
Today, the Baby-Faces leave a Zippo behind for us,
you run outside, you make a phone call.
I'm usually pretty good at knowing
what's going on in that head of yours,
but I got to admit I'm lost here, Travis.
Hey!
I'm your partner.
We may have our problems,
but if this thing is going to work,
you cannot hide stuff from me, okay?
All right. All right.
You want a trust exercise for real?
Here's something you don't know about me.
That lighter is a message for me.
It's from Jason.
(sighs)
You think Jason is one of the Baby-Faces.
You've been thinking this
for the last day or so, clearly.
While Carrie and I were chasing Glen Marsh around,
you were running around
trying to find out if that was true.
You... why wouldn't you tell me this, Travis?
I wasn't positive until just now.
All right, 'cause I-I-I...
I really wanted to believe that Jason
was the same kid that I grew up with.
I'm really just...
I'm just not in the mood for one of your lectures, okay?
Yeah, I thought you'd be pissed.
I'm not pissed.
I'm disappointed.
You want to hear something about me?
I give you a lot of crap
about your foster brothers, but...
truth is I'm jealous.
'Cause I don't have any brothers.
I don't have anything like that in my life.
I can only imagine what you've been going through here.
Did we just make progress?
Yeah, it must be an accident or something, huh?
Look, uh...
if your head's where it needs to be, I'm good.
Is your head where it needs to be?
Yeah.
Great. Let's go catch these assholes.
I had a lot of sharp foster moms,
but you were hands-down the smartest.
(chuckling)
So I know you've done the math.
You're out of work, Mom.
Jason's drawing a government paycheck.
Where did all this stuff come from?
How's he bringing you a new TV, a new car?
I don't know.
I mean, he doesn't really want to talk about it,
so, you know, I don't ask.
You always knew what we were up to back in the day,
no matter what.
So I know you haven't been just watching
all this stuff come into the house.
You don't ask 'cause you already know, don't you?
Jason is mixed up in something real bad,
and he's going to get hurt
if this doesn't end soon.
You're talking about my son.
And my brother. I know.
I know.
I-I tried to help him with this.
He just shut me down.
I don't even recognize him, Mom.
It's time for you to help him.
I know.
I know
that Jason isn't buying all of this
with his investments.
Of course I know that.
I've been looking into his computer.
He's been doing research into houses.
The addresses--
they match the ones on the news.
There's been four robberies, right?
Jason looked into five addresses.
Remember, routine patrol of the neighborhood.
You just want to check out the grounds. You got it?
Okay.
Come here.
Get on the ground!
Don't move.
Get down!
Unload the C-4. Let's go. Let's go.
(siren blaring)
Okay, stay cool. Defensive protocol.
Everybody rendezvous at Mark Delta. Go!
Freeze! LAPD!
Drop the weapons now! Drop your weapon, Jason!
I've got him! That's it! That's it.
Don't move. Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
(grunting)
Put it down.
(gun fires)
(groaning)
(garbled radio transmission)
You know, Jason's going to be all right.
I would have pulled that trigger.
I know.
I was there to make sure you didn't have to.
It's his foster brother, isn't it?
The guy who first put us onto Richard LeVelle.
Jason didn't mean to put us onto LeVelle.
He got nervous when he looked at the picture,
and Travis just misread it.
But yeah, it's his brother.
You covered for him.
I could have you both arrested if I wanted to.
You're a good partner.
Sometimes.
Travis and I did our homework.
No tricks, no games.
RYAN: You want to talk about it?
Well, I think Wes proved that I can trust him,
and the rest is between me and him.
Okay.
I can respect that.
Is there anything else that you want to say to each other?
I find that it's often very helpful
just to lay everything out on the table
while we're still doing the exercise.
Well, actually, uh...
kind of got lost in the shuffle last couple of days,
but I thought I should say something
so things don't get all weird.
I'm going on a date with the FBI agent.
Say what?
Yeah, Carrie said after the case was over,
she'd go out with me.
TRAVIS: She told me that when the case was over,
she'd go out with me. Travis, that's not funny.
No, no, no. Don't do that.
She gave me her card, told me to keep it to myself.
Let me see it.
CLYDE: Uh-oh.
How...?
CLYDE: She wants to date both of you?
Hey, I'm-I'm sorry, but, uh, that's-that's hot.
Huh.
What?
I guess it's possible
she's an unusually promiscuous federal agent.
Or...
I'm assuming she's attractive, right?
She's probably used to her colleagues hitting on her.
Maybe, rather than risk
souring a relationship and disappointing you both,
maybe she strung you both along.
A long con.
Just so long. Yeah.
It's not actually that complicated.
Men are quite easily manipulated,
in my experience.
She played both of y'all.
I just... I just feel dirty. You?
I feel like a rube. Hmm.
(snickering)
Are we idiots?
Nah.
Does anyone else want to field that?
No, no comment.