Should I order something in?
I'm okay.
We have to eat.
Does anybody wish that I never found Joe in the first place?
Nobody's wishing that, Sean.
Push that thought out of your head. I mean it.
Yeah, it never even occurred to me.
Something did occur to me.
Though I probably shouldn't say it.
Then probably don't.
What occurred to me...
...is that if two heads are better than one,
we have, what, six here?
Yet some of us didn't make the cut.
There was no cut. That's not how it worked.
Four of us were left out.
You can't make an equation out of this.
Sure I can.
The top cop putting the job first,
plus a kid brother with a penchant
for getting a little something extra for himself.
You're out of line, Danny.
-Whoa. -Minus...
three experienced cops and a prosecutor,
equals one thing.
Hey, leave me out of it.
You were already left out of this.
We sent Joe out there without all the brains
and all the backup at this family's disposal.
The equation I see here, that someone goes off like that
in the heat of a moment like this
flags himself as a security risk.
Yeah.
And that's confirmed?
Thank you.
The body in the car wasn't Joe.
Still haven't heard from him yet, though.
Well, at least there's reason to think you might.
I'm gonna order some food.
Pizza okay with everybody?
Good, then. Pizza it is.
I can't take another funeral.
I can't bury another one of us.
Whatever it takes, from each of you...
...bring him back alive.
No, seriously, after all I've done,
-that's the bonus I get? Whacked? -Yeah.
Except you're sitting here and you're still bitching about it,
which means you didn't get whacked.
Yeah, but it was clearly part of the plan.
After all I've done.
Richmond gets too hot to move weight through,
who figures out -the work-around? Me. -You, yes.
But if recent history teaches us anything,
it's that when people do the things that they ask them to do,
it's not really what they wanted, is it?
No.
So how you want to get back at them, then, huh?
It's David versus Goliath!
You're just gonna take this lying down? Huh?
Where are you going with this?
Kenny's got something big in the oven. All right?
He wouldn't tell me what it was,
he wouldn't tell me what was cooking
or where it was going down,
but Ty, it is something big, man.
It's something big.
What you know about it?
Look, maybe we throw a little monkey wrench in their plans.
Huh? We get some revenge.
Get a little something for you and me.
Look around, man, it's just us!
Ty, I will even do all the work, all right?
I'll do everything. All you got to do
is give me the geography, that's it.
Gas, lotto, beer, cigarettes, in two miles.
Yes, of course, but answer the question.
A smoke, a beer and a couple scratch-offs
is the only answer I got, Joe.
It wasn't meant to shut you out.
Yeah, well, that's what happened.
And it's not like I even volunteered for it.
You didn't have to volunteer for it.
You're the chosen one, so you were chosen.
What does that mean? What does that even mean?
What it means, little brother,
is that I'm right and you know it.
Look, I didn't get the gene
that's part cop, part parish priest like you did.
I got the gene that's all cop, all the time.
Leave the politics to you and Dad.
Is there a statute of limitations
-on self-pity here? -I don't know. Maybe.
Hold on.
What kind of cell phone did Joe have?
That kind.
Okay.
Well, he is one of us.
You're undercover, you need to reach out
but your phone is gone. What do you do?
I get a text every time
his undercover credit card runs a charge.
He's at a gas station in Kinderhook, New York,
or at least -his card is. -Okay, so we got him.
I'm gonna go run up and take a look.
I'm in.
Just because he's my guy...
He's our guy.
...doesn't mean I get to take a look at his actions
through a filter.
Nobody's asking you to.
Fact is, he's AWOL.
His contact at ATF
hasn't heard from him in over 24 hours.
And there isn't any evidence,
except for an efficient execution of Max Fagan
by Detective Hill and Mr. Dickson.
You sound like a prosecutor. You should leave now.
Not before you tell me what's in his profile
that explains any of this.
Okay, here goes.
He is a decorated NYPD detective,
which makes him the finest of the finest,
with deep experience in the Firearms Investigation Unit,
which makes him uniquely qualified for the operation
you requested him for.
I know all that.
And your profile?
You broke our agreement when you worked him
in the confines of this city.
Undercover agents go with the flow, wherever it takes them.
Not when it takes them into broad daylight.
You didn't have his back.
Your man went there. Your man made that choice.
Your rep is you stand by your cops no matter what.
So stand by this one, and his choices.
-I do. -Then stop blaming me
and set your sights on him.
Well...
my grandson can be a little gung ho.
Just keep it on Detective Hill, please.
I am.
Detective Hill is your grandson?
Yes.
And he has contacted the NYPD sergeant
who has been handling him.
You are a piece of work.
I've been told that before.
Detective Hill is on assignment with ATF.
He gets handled in our house.
Copy?
Copy that I heard what you said.
-Need a key for this? Nope.
-Help yourself. -Thanks.
Excuse me.
Detective Reagan, NYPD.
You're a little out of your jurisdiction.
Yeah, well, we got a, uh, hit on a stolen credit card.
Couple of bad actors we like for a double homicide
down by us, so we're wondering
if we can take a look at your security tapes.
I'm alone here today, I can't just leave the register
and, uh, play them for you.
Uh, what kind of security system you got here?
Deja View, the old version.
You mind if I take a peek?
Uh, it's just past the freezer case there.
Okay. Thanks.
Yeah.
Okay.
Deja View.
Okay, there's our boy.
I'm okay? That's it?
Yeah, he's testing our response, I'm guessing.
No way we see this tape unless we drive all the way up here.
So he wanted us to drive all this way
just to give us a thumbs-up?
Point is, is that we did. I mean,
he's still driving his undercover G-ride,
so he knows we can track him, with the credit card
and the license plate readers, right?
Okay, but track him where?
That I don't know.
I don't know if he realizes
that the guys he's ratting on are not the type of guys
to give up if they try to whack you and miss.
I'm sure he knows that.
Well, I'm starting to think he doesn't.
Thanks for your help.
What if I get a warrant to search Fagan's apartment?
We could at least harvest some sense
of where Joe is headed, set up a perimeter
and then intercept him.
Yeah, we thought about that.
About a warrant?
No, about intercepting him.
But he may not want to be.
What, be brought in safe?
No, pulled off of his assignment.
Is he out of his mind? These guys don't fool around.
We went over that, too, and you're right.
Well, then, all the more reason to head him off.
I hate to play Erin Reagan on you,
Erin Reagan, but do you have anything
connecting his girlfriend to his criminal activities?
No, but, I...
Then you don't have probable cause,
and she's got a reasonable expectation of privacy.
So unless you have a judge willing to look past that,
I don't know what to say.
He's got a point.
Look, I'm going with what Pop said.
"Do whatever it takes."
Just texted into a hotel in Worcester, Mass.
I think it's pronounced "Wus-ter."
Let's go.
Yes!
Hey!
How much?
20 bucks!
You know that's a losing game, right?
Until it's not.
How much do you figure you won on those--
like, 20 bucks-- against how much you've spent?
A lot more than 20 bucks.
You can't put a price on your dreams, Joe.
-Crepes. -Crepes.
I'm going to the vending machine-- you want anything?
-Bourbon on the rocks, thank you. -Bourbon on the rocks.
Hands where I can see 'em! Hands where I can see 'em!
Do not move!
Okay, who are you? What do you want?
Friend of Kenny's.
You know, I got a theory how to sniff out a cop.
Guns on the floor, slow
and smooth.
-You first. -Easy.
Slow.
Okay?
Easy.
Slow.
You know what they say about cops?
They stick to the Glocks.
No love like a first love.
Am I right?
Show me what you got.
-Glock? -Of course it's a Glock.
I'm in the business. Guy sells Rolexes wear a Swatch?
Okay?
Show me your holster.
What is this? We're not cops!
Shut up!
Cops love real holsters, hmm?
They don't feel dressed without one.
Let's see the holster.
This is the holster, okay?
Wire holster.
All right?
We're not cops.
Show me what you got.
A holster?
I got to admit.
My money was on Slim over here.
He's not a cop.
Oh, he's not a cop?
No.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I swear to God.
I swear to God I'm not a cop.
He's not a cop.
No! I'm not a cop. Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
You forgot that cops
like to carry backup guns.
Take the guns!
Grab a cloth-- we got to shut him up.
You're a cop? Yes.
A detective, the one who just saved your life.
Now do it!
Do it! Hey, shut up!
Joe's car.
Yeah, think good thoughts.
Hold up, sirs!
NYPD. Who-who's in the bus?
You're a little out of your jurisdiction.
We got a guy who's working undercover up here.
Not anymore.
He's in the--No. Oh, no, no.
No, there was only one victim in the room.
One Felix Evans.
We're waiting on records.
Is he likely? No.
Whoever shot him just took out both his knees.
Good, well, make sure when he can walk again,
you guys got cuffs on him.
We like him for a homicide in New York.
So what's your undercover doing up here?
He's on loan to the feds.
Anything pop at the scene
that you might share with us?
Like?
Like we said, our guy's undercover, so he's got
to be creative keeping in touch.
Anything would help. Nothing?
Come on, Cap, between us?
All right, there is one thing we can't suss out.
This was found on the victim.
Mean anything to you? No.
Don't-don't recognize it.
But I appreciate it.
Good luck.
Thank you. Thanks.
The first part of that is Joe's shield number.
Yeah. Second part I don't know what it is.
Why is this kid giving us the runaround?
Well, maybe he's not.
-What do you mean he's not? -No.
He's got us on -a wild goose chase. -Hear me out.
Say he's about to take this crew down.
But he knows that his own dad died...
embedded with bad guys, on the job.
-Mm-hmm. -And so he knows for sure
that we're gonna be trying to pull him out of this.
And being that he's a Reagan...
what would we do, if we were in his shoes?
We wouldn't want to get pulled out.
-Okay. -Yeah.
So what are you thinking?
Six numbers, an R and an I.
Uh-huh, Rhode Island, Rhode Island license plate.
I'm guessing he took the vic's keys and stole his ride.
He's still on the run.
-Let's go. -Come on.
You got to eat.
I did eat.
No, you didn't.
I had some pistachios, Mom.
That's snacking, not eating.
Delmonico's got a shipment
of those tomahawk steaks you like. I had 'em put some aside.
Look... I appreciate it, both of you.
But I know myself well enough
to know if I have no appetite,
I'm incapable of conversations.
We'll do all the talking.
It's just...
one of those times.
Nothing to do but wait.
And I'm kind of superstitious about it.
Of waiting?
Yes. How you do it.
There's more than one way to wait?
Oh, yes.
See... here's the deal.
If you try to distract yourself
by say, going out to dinner with friends
to take your mind off it,
the fates might take it the wrong way.
The fates might get all pissed off
and throw the worst possible outcome at you
as punishment for not taking
the matter seriously enough.
See?
Yeah, I know, it's kind of stupid.
But...
We going out to dinner?
No. No.
Thought so.
Once again, boss, your instincts were right.
Sit tight and wait by the phone.
We've been notified
that someone in law enforcement
ran Joe Hill's undercover plates.
-Someone who? -We're not sure yet.
Our guys are running it down as we speak.
Well, Jamie and Danny have been tracking his plates.
-Maybe that's what flagged it. -Not unless they're
working out of the federal buildings
of Providence, Rhode Island.
'Cause that's where the plate was run.
Federal, how?
FBI, DEA,
ICE-- they're all on the same campus there.
And, yeah...
ATF.
If I ask for a warrant and the judge declines,
then it's game over.
Go to Judge Schlossberg.
He's always putty in your hands.
Yeah, but there's no guarantee of that.
Plus, if we are turned down, then there's no wiggle room.
We've already shown all our cards.
Well, we do have Fagan's address.
I am the head of the Trial Bureau
of the Manhattan District Attorney's office.
I can read a door.
Okay, well, I put people away
for doing what you're thinking.
Okay.
Listen, Matt O'Connell,
guy I went through the academy with?
He made detective.
Got assigned to the gang unit.
Specializing in high-end auto-theft crews.
He retired at 29.
Ask me what he did then.
Okay, I'll tell you.
He moved to Miami and opened
a very successful stolen car ring.
Made a killing.
Is that fact or legend?
Fact.
Sometimes your best move is to copy the other guy's playbook.
You want to help bring your nephew back alive?
You're gonna do what you got to do.
Skirt the law?
Or regret that you didn't.
For the rest of your life.
After everything I've done for you?
Looking out for you? Bringing you in?
-And I appreciate it. -That's it?
You appreciate it?
Ty?
You're a career felon, okay?
You know how these things go.
I'm pulling over.
Got to tap the hog.
What are you doing, Joe?
Let's talk business.
The way I see it,
you have two choices.
One, you can work with me.
Two, you can spend the rest of your
life walking like Kenny's friend.
Now you're starting -to sound like a cop. -I am a cop.
And I have questions
that I need answers to right now.
Hey, hey, easy.
The Big Bang. What is it?
The what-what?
It's a phrase I heard a couple times last month
from Kenny and his friends.
No idea.
Hey!
What the hell, man?
You don't know?!
You're gonna have to do better than that! Where?
What the hell?!
Oh!
Okay!
It's a shipment coming in.
-A shipment? -Heavy ordnance.
Battlefield-type stuff.
Only they're not bringing it in to sell it.
Mm-hmm.
They're using it for themselves.
I don't know, maybe, maybe that's it.
Okay. A shipment.
Okay. Headed where?
I swear I don't know.
I swear I don't know, Joe!
Headed where?!
Look, I owe you my life!
You don't think that means something to me?
Headed where?!
A lot of people
are gonna die, Ty. A lot!
Headed where?
Where?
Flash him.
Maybe he's taking a nap?
If this is another game of musical cars, I...
You're gonna what?
The Camaro owner
left his car running
While he ran in for a coffee.
-Uh-huh. -The pickup guys decided
to trade up, and took off in the Camaro.
Really, that's all I got.
Surveillance video?
Please. I'd appreciate it.
Go forward.
This is Kenny.
We found the truck.
What we got on the car they swiped?
Providence gone offline? Since when?
Okay, roll that back.
Roll it back, right there.
Hold it right there. Stop.
Got everything you need?
No, but I'll grab the rest on the way out.
No, text me the plates.
I don't got a pen.
Come on, guys, let's go inside.
Gentlemen.
Gents.
Hey. Company?
Yeah, Moonshine Crew. Same trail as us.
Joe's next stop is Portsmouth, New Hampshire.
How'd he tell you this time?
He held up a map to a surveillance camera.
I ever tell you I hate scavenger hunts?
Pull up to the pump over there.
We gotta stay ahead of these good ol' boys.
Keep an eye on the door, I'll meet you there.
Go! Go!
He's getting away!
Yes, it's confirmed.
-That's all you got? -Yes,
it's confirmed our office in Providence was compromised.
That pass as an apology where you come from?
We don't apologize where I come from.
We either confirm or we deny.
Okay, can you confirm or deny whether the compromise
involves more than one rat?
Not at this moment.
Do you have a moment in mind?
Look, I'm sorry, I...
Thought you don't apologize where you come from.
We do, where I come from.
Before I got to Washington.
Okay.
Okay, I never-- I don't know what to do with the silences.
Look, I'm sorry. Okay?
Us going at each other isn't getting us anywhere.
Detective Hill is our problem
and our responsibility.
Please.
Okay, what we know.
He's not trying to hide from us,
but he's not coming in, either.
So what is he doing?
He is most likely running towards something
and wants to get there before we can.
Because...
Because he's the kind of pain in the ass who always
has to do it his way.
And are you speaking as his CO or as his grandfather?
Both.
Sir.
-Yeah, Baker? -Detective Reagan
and Sergeant Reagan are on the line.
You stay.
Our problem.
Thank you, Baker.
Detective Reagan and Sergeant Reagan?
You got it.
Guys, I'm here with the ATF special agent
-in charge of New York. Great.
Want to ask him what could be shaking
in Portsmouth, New Hampshire?
It's a her.
Sorry, her.
Special Agent Rachel Weber,
and I have some questions for you first.
Ma'am, with all due respect...
And if you cooperate,
I might see my way clear
to deputizing you both
since you are working on an ATF operation
and you are out of your jurisdiction.
Okay, well, since you put it that way...
I'm going in, without a warrant.
Enough.
All you gotta do is follow her and shoot me a text
when she's a block from back home.
And then-- how far back do I stay?
As far back as you can
and still keep an eye on her.
And then what?
Then I'll text you from wherever I end up,
and then you'll come and get me.
What if that's from a holding cell?
It won't be.
Come on, you're doing great.
I haven't done anything yet.
Yeah, but you're about to.
Look, all you gotta do is
drive around without hitting anything or anybody.
Come on. You got this.
This pizza holds up. Where's it from?
Sofia. But it's not just the pizza,
-it's how you reheat it. -It is?
Most people make the mistake of just putting it in the oven.
But you...
Aha.
A few drops of olive oil in a really hot skillet.
Swirl it around
and then you slide in the slices,
and you cover it for a minute.
And the crust comes like just out of a brick oven.
You invent that?
Far as I know.
Well...
maybe Joe's a black sheep.
We haven't had one of those in the family since... who?
You gotta go back to Clara Siobhan Reagan,
back in the last century.
-Remind me. -She quit the convent
after a week, and then a couple of years later
she showed up as the featured act
at a burlesque house in the Bowery.
You're kidding.
Hey.
Hey! Hi.
We just searched Max Fagan's apartment.
Have a computer, an old cell phone,
uh, blueprints to what looks like, um, a courthouse.
Detailed maps of the ingress
and egress of the surrounding areas.
Well, that's great.
You got consent to search the place?
Well, uh, not exactly.
Not exactly?
Francis.
Please tell me you got a warrant.
I got a warrant.
Good. From who?
The ghost of my brother Joe.
You want to know a secret?
I don't know, do I?
Our brother knew the Blue Templar was onto him.
He's a smart guy, I'm not surprised he figured it out.
No, I don't mean generally.
I mean he was tipped off that there was gonna be
a friendly fire incident the morning of the raid.
He was warned to call in sick.
He went ahead with it anyway.
We know the secret as to why?
Because he thought he could outsmart them,
catch them in the act.
Sound familiar?
Joe Hill's his father's son.
Mm-hmm. I mean, we all are,
you think about it.
But maybe Joe Hill has the same blind spot
as our brother had.
Thinks he can see the line between fearless and reckless.
How about this time
you go in and talk to the manager
about getting some security footage?
Well, why don't we go work him together?
Well, maybe we should just
change things up, don't you think?
You just want to drive the car.
Well, I would like to drive the car,
but that's not why I'm saying it, just...
-It's like we're partners. -Come on.
Hey!
Hey.
Long time no see in person.
Except for when you almost got us both killed.
Sorry for all the hide and seek.
I imagine you're under orders to bring me in? Right?
I'm good with that.
You are? Good.
Let's get the hell out of here.
All right, but I need 12 more hours, give or take.
Did somebody die and make him boss?
I'm just asking for the same break you would.
Or you.
Or my dad.
They're good burgers.
I'm in a black Camaro with Connecticut plates.
If I lose you, I'll wait up
at the next mile marker.
If you need gas, fill up now.
We're good on gas.
And we got your six.
Okay.
The schematic is of the federal courthouse in Portsmouth,
and the map notes the security checkpoints in the area.
What's playing -at the courthouse? -Here's the thing.
There's a sentencing hearing this afternoon
for a guy facing 40 years
for drug trafficking charges.
But I can't connect him to anyone in the Moonshine Crew.
If it were me, I'd take a flyer on him.
We're running everything we got on the laptop and the phone.
Again, if it were me.
I've got agents concentrated in the area, more on the way,
and a request for the National Guard
to have their presence there is going through the channels.
Just tell them to postpone the hearing.
That's going through the channels, too.
How many channels can it take?
It's the federal government. We got a lot of channels.
Too many channels, if you ask me.
Yeah, well, I'm not asking you.
We can't run our operations like some mom-and-pop family business
that gets to run-- do whatever the hell they want
with whoever the hell they want to do it with.
Yes, sir.
Yeah, copy that, sir.
Yes, I'll meet you out front.
Thank you, sir. Thank you.
I apologize for my outburst.
I pride myself on my professionalism...
Done. We're all stressed.
Please pass along the gratitude of ATF
to whoever it is under your command
that brought us the evidence.
-Will do. -Our plane is flying from Teterboro
to Portsmouth, the director has asked you
if you'd like to join us.
Uh, I think I'm gonna stay right here.
Uh, what about an extraction of Detective Hill?
My intel is he's reached his mission-critical destination,
with backup in place.
Meaning NYPD?
Yes. We're handling this in-house.
In more ways than one.
I'll be rooting for them.
Good luck, Rachel.
Hey.
Hey, yourself.
Wendy, what are you doing?
Where's your cop friend?
I ditched him.
I'm right here.
You're in way
over your head, weasel.
And here.
Ty, take the gun.
You, get some rope; you, come here, sit down.
One hand, right here.
Other hand.
-It's Kenny. -Don't answer it.
What do you mean, don't answer?
What's he gonna think if she doesn't pick up?
Then they'll figure we're here.
Exactly. All right.
You haven't seen us,
or you will never walk again, you understand?
Yeah, he'll do it.
Hey, Kenny.
Answer when I call you.
I was just taking a pee. You mind?
We're five minutes out.
Any sign of Dickson and the cop?
There's four of them, and they beat you here,
you dumbass!
Buckle up.
This would be it.
Let's go.
-You got to be kidding me.
What the hell was all this for, World War III?
You got the answer, now's the time.
To take a federal courthouse and spring a guy.
When?
Today.
Two trucks, 12 o'clock, right there.
They're flanking us on the right.
Keep an eye out.
Grab cover right here.
-Go to the left. -Go around.
Get down.
I'm gonna spread out. Cover me, yeah?
You ready? Yeah.
-Let's go. -Go!
Clear!
He made it.
Get some cover over there.
Yeah.
All right, give me some cover. Go high.
Go!
You all right? Yeah.
How many you count?
-Give me some cover. -Go!
Draw them again.
I got three.
One's reloading.
Good.
Let's take the other two. Ready?
Yeah.
Go!
One to go!
-Six o'clock! -What?
Six o'clock! Right there!
Six o'clock!
Take him.
Cover!
Got him!
Behind the tractor!
Joe, behind you!
Joe!
No!
Joe! Danny!
Joe! Joe!
Everybody, get out!
-Danny!
Check it out! I got you covered!
How bad are you hit, Joe? How bad are you hit?
I look like a doctor to you?
Ty. How is he?
Ty, how are you doing?
Jamie?
Jamie, how is he?
Come on. Come on!
Come on, man.
Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts,
which we are about to receive from Thy bounty,
through Christ, our Lord. Amen.
Okay, before we start, look under your plate.
Okay.
Ah...
Your uncles rescued it.
Wow. Thank you, guys.
Well, it wasn't easy.
You know this was my dad's, right?
Saint Jude.
We were each given one of those the day we made
our first Holy Communion.
But better
around your neck, harder to lose that way.
-All right. The food came from that place
out in Glen Cove that you like.
No. No, you didn't have to go through all that trouble.
Well, w-we don't know your favorite food.
The only thing we had to go on
was the stuff that you gave us that time, so...
Hmm. Yeah, that time that you didn't show up for dinner.
Yeah. -Yeah.
When you bailed on us.
-Stood us up. You know,
Sean, he cried his eyes out.
-I did not. -You should've seen him.
-Yes, you did. -Yeah.
Yeah, he did.
Well, I guess we all did in our own way.
-Yeah.
Um, I'm-I'm really sorry about that.
No apologies necessary.
No, no, I am. I really am.
With everything that was going on, I was
way out of my wheelhouse and, I don't know, I just...
Turtled.
-Yeah. Yeah, I turtled. -Yeah.
But running from a gang of thugs trying to kill you
has got you feeling more sociable again.
So, that's-that's your wheelhouse, huh?
Oh, I don't know if I'd say that, I'd say that
being on the run for my life is more my happy place.
Oh, shut up.
You shut up.
Not at the table, boys.
We're all wondering
if maybe you're the new black sheep
of this family.
Black sheep? How?
The one that acts out, takes risks
makes the rest of us worried.
The thing is, though,
that quality goes for everyone at this table, on a given day.
We're really a whole family of black sheep.
Except I'm the distinguished
grey-silver sheep.
Oh...
-Wow. -Wha...
Boo.
But Joe is something special here.
He is truly his father's son.
And that's a good thing?
There is no better thing.
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