(sighs)
You know, Strand, you might be a hell of a fire captain,
but you're not much of a spy.
Do you know how easy it was for me to find that thing?
Who do you work for, Owen?
ATF?
FBI?
Get out of my house.
Grab a helmet. We're going for a ride.
(theme music plays)
And what are we doing here?
Well...
there's someone I want you to meet.
(knock on door)
Hey, buddy boy.
What are you still doing up?
JOANNE: Jacob, only Mommy opens the door.
SGT. TY O'BRIEN: Hey, Jo. Mind if we come in?
Who's this?
A friend.
This is my nephew, Andy.
His mom, my sister Melinda, died when he was 16.
Breast cancer.
The father was never really in the picture
so I tried to do everything that I could for him.
Uncle Ty has been great to us, real great.
Andy's got a big heart.
He's been in a little trouble. Nothing serious.
But ever since Jake came along,
he's really straightened his act up.
Hasn't he, big boy? Up here.
This was him when, uh, Jacob was first born.
-He's so big. -JOANNE: You don't gotta me that.
There's your mama.
Huh? See your mama?
About a month ago, Jo got a call from Andy late at night.
He said he was scared, right?
Yeah, yeah. And Andy, he...
he don't scare easy.
He said he was sorry, that he was in trouble.
Wouldn't say for what.
And not to look for him.
O'BRIEN: That's the last anyone's heard from him.
Why do I feel like I know where this is headed?
Because you absolutely do.
He joined the Honor Dogs about a year ago.
Didn't tell me 'cause he knew I wouldn't approve.
I thought they were real nice at first.
Was even invited to barbecues with the wives and kids.
Then Andy stopped spending time with us
and started spending a whole lot more time with them.
He'd come home worked up, angry. I--
I told him to stop going if it wasn't fun no more.
Said he couldn't quit even if he wanted to.
And what did the police say?
They say that he's not really missing
because he called me to say that he wasn't coming home.
That he's an adult and he can leave if he wants to.
They're not even looking for him.
So you're in there looking for evidence of a crime.
No, I'm in there lookin' for my nephew.
-Ow! -Oh.
Oh, my God. I am so sorry.
Jacob! Not nice.
-O'BRIEN: Grab some ice. -JOANNE: Yeah, I got-- Let me--
OWEN STRAND: No, it's fine. (chuckles)
O'BRIEN: You okay?
Feel like I was hit by a truck.
JOANNE: He's been acting out.
-I'm gonna be fine. -You okay?
I am so sorry. Jacob!
Time for bed, you little monster.
-OWEN: Oof. That kid's got an arm. -Yeah.
OWEN: You should sign him up for the softball team.
-O'BRIEN: Sorry, Owen. -Yeah.
Ty, I-I'm sorry you're going through
what you're going through.
Thank you.
Look, the, uh, the people that sent you in there,
they've been watching these guys a lot longer than I have.
Maybe they've seen something that I haven't.
I could bring you in, you can talk to them
and see if they could help you.
No, I don't trust the federal government,
not at this moment.
You sound like them.
Look, if Andy's still alive,
I just wanna bring him home safe.
Him going to a federal prison doesn't do this family any good.
So, I don't suppose you wanna tell me
what the government thinks they're planning?
You know I can't talk to you about that.
Yeah.
I understand.
Maybe...
you don't need to tell them about me and my nephew either.
DETECTIVE GRIER: So when Iris left here the other night,
you had just served her with divorce papers?
I don't think "served" is the right word.
She took them with her.
Did she seem upset or agitated?
No.
So you wouldn't characterize this divorce as contentious?
Not at all.
And how long has Iris
been diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic?
Uh, she wasn't officially diagnosed
until after her sister
found her living on the streets a few years ago.
She had been struggling for a while.
She's-- she's in a good place now.
She's seeing a psychiatrist. She's taking her meds.
She's holding down a job.
She's better.
And yet she left her meds behind in her car
when she walked away.
I don't think she walked away. I think she was working.
Officer Reyes,
I know you're worried about your friend,
but I have nothing at that car to suggest foul play.
What I do have are a set of divorce papers
handed to her three days ago
by a husband she hasn't seen in over five years.
Divorce papers she had not signed.
She wasn't upset about the divorce.
The reason she didn't sign the papers...
is because she thought it would be better
if they got an annulment.
I went to see her.
-What? When? -Yesterday.
Why?
So-- so she could sign the papers.
-TK. -So you confronted her?
No. No, no. It-it wasn't like that at all.
We even hugged.
Alright. I'll be in touch.
If either one of you thinks of anything else,
here's my card.
-Thank you, detective. -GRIER: Mm-hmm.
I'll walk you out.
Carlos.
She was fine when I saw her.
I swear to God.
Okay.
-Where are you going? -I have a shift.
TK STRAND: Yeah. Tomorrow morning.
I'm starting early.
I can't just sit here
while she's out there.
-You think it's my fault. -CARLOS REYES: I didn't say that.
Yeah, but you're thinking it.
You should have given her time, TK.
-We weren't supposed to push, remember? -Uh, I-I know.
Yeah, she would have come around on her own.
You didn't have to go there and badger her.
I know.
Look, I'm sorry.
But she was fine.
She's not fine.
I gotta go.
(sighs)
(engine revving)
(engine stops)
-JUDD RYDER: Whoa! -Hey, Judd.
What, you forget to duck?
Oh, this?
Eh. It's nothing.
It don't look like nothin'. Looks like a story.
Yeah, it's just not a story that's worth telling.
But I will tell you this, this time I didn't swing first.
In fact, I didn't even swing at all.
(cell phone ringing)
(sighs) I gotta take this.
Sure.
(ringing continues)
This is Strand.
AGENT ROSE KACEY: (on phone) Captain Strand, Special Agent Kacey.
We'd like you to come in.
Right now? My shift just started.
KACEY: We need to coordinate you going back to the roadhouse
and activating the listening device.
Do you have a free spot in your schedule today?
Yeah, I don't really schedule my days like that. Chaos does.
KACEY: I know you appreciate the level of chaos we could be facing
if we don't get ahead of this, Captain.
Alright, I'll see what I can do.
(line disconnects)
What do you think he's playing at?
I have no idea.
Can you tell me your location?
CALLER: (on phone) McKinney Park. We're at, we're at the lookout.
I can't get to her, but I can see her.
And she's not moving.
Okay, sir, help is on the way.
-(sirens wailing) -(horn blaring)
MAN: Over here, please!
Please, okay, she's over here. She's not answering me.
Okay, I need to step back, sir. Thank you.
Ma'am, can you hear me?
No movement.
Alright, Strickland, Marwani, you're riding the ropes.
Judd and Mateo, you're on the winch.
Prep fluids. Be prepared for internal injuries,
broken bones, and a possible TBI.
-Copy. -Copy.
♪ ♪
-The victim, is she okay? -Uh, we just got here.
We're just suiting up. What do you mean, "victim"?
A witness on the service road called in to say
that she saw a man throw what had looked like a body over the cliff.
The body matches the description of a recent CLEAR Alert.
-Iris? -It could be her down there.
Oh, God.
MAN: How is she? Is she okay?
Is that the man that called it in?
-That's the boyfriend. -Boyfriend?
MAN: I love you. I'm here for you!
Sure.
Sir.
You placed the call to 9-1-1?
Yes. Is she okay?
You told the operator your girlfriend slipped?
Oh, it's all my fault.
You know, I was gonna break up with her today,
and-and I think she sensed it and--
Do you think she jumped?
What's your girlfriend's name?
MAN: Why?
I-I don't really feel comfortable
talking about that with a stranger.
You're gonna have to answer the question, sir.
The woman you say fell, is her name Iris?
Oh, I don't like that name. I call her Chrissy.
Marwani, Strickland, status report, please.
Gettin' there, Cap. Still not seeing any movement.
MARJAN MARWANI: Or any blood, for that matter.
CARLOS: If that's your girlfriend down there,
then you must have a picture of her on your phone.
-Show it to me. -She doesn't like to have her picture taken.
She's not really your girlfriend, is she?
Why does everyone say that?
Did you take her off the street?
I didn't t-take her! I found her.
Where did you find her?
Officer! A word.
Detective, we have a witness responding to the CLEAR Alert.
Yeah. Do we have a positive ID?
CARLOS: Not yet. They're...
retrieving her.
Mm-hmm. You let me handle this.
Mr. Granger, hi. I'm Detective Grier.
I have just a couple of questions for you.
Ma'am?
-Ma'am? -PAUL STRICKLAND: Still no movement.
MARJAN: Ma'am, we need to turn you over.
-Oh! -Oh.
-No way. -OWEN: (over radio) Alright, talk to me.
PAUL: (over radio) It's not Iris Blake, Cap.
-You sure? -PAUL: Yeah, I'm pretty sure.
It's not Iris.
Is she alive?
MARJAN: Uh, nope.
Was she alive when she went over, you think?
She-- she was never alive.
She's a sex doll, Cap.
Uh, what do you want us to do?
-OWEN: Sit tight. -Sit tight?
Do you wanna try mouth-to-mouth?
I don't know where she's been.
(both laughing)
Okay, so the detective has just gotten off the phone
with, uh, Mr. Granger's psychiatrist,
and apparently he suffers from
some sort of attachment disorder.
And he and Chrissy have been together for over two years.
-So it's serious then? -No, obviously the therapy
has progressed to the point that he's ready to move on.
I think it's time.
Okay, so if he brought her up here to murder her,
why did he call 9-1-1?
He can't let go of a bad relationship.
So maybe we can give him a hand with that.
Help end his suffering.
And Chrissy's.
(beeping)
NANCY GILLIAN: Come on, Chrissy!
Stay with us.
Oh, God, please let her be okay.
Her pulse is dropping, Cap. We're losing her.
No, damn it!
Live!
-Live! -(flatline)
TOMMY VEGA: Flatline.
Nancy, it's over.
-You did everything you could. -(sighs)
I'm sorry.
Her injuries were extremely grave.
Would you like to say goodbye?
Yeah.
(sniffles)
Goodbye, Chrissy.
(sniffles)
I'll love you forever.
Or your money back.
Ohh, I can't believe she's gone.
I'm sorry for your loss.
What do I do now?
Keep going.
It's what Chrissy would have wanted.
Thank you.
You may not have saved her, but I think you saved me.
That's what we're here for.
Captain Strand, thanks for--
What happened to you?
Nothing, I walked into a door.
Eye first?
It was the doorknob.
(groans) Alright.
So, about the listening device
-we asked you to plant-- -Oh, the listening device
you neglected to show me how to turn on.
It's on.
-It's on? How? -Yes.
I assume you turned it on
when you put it in your pocket.
In my pocket?
Yes. In your pocket.
Yes, it's in my pocket. Because I put it there.
-See? There. -Why?
-Yes.
Because I couldn't sleep.
I was worried that somebody would find it,
and then they would blame the new guy,
and then they would kill the new guy.
So I went back and I got it.
And walked into a doorknob?
I had to get on my knees.
Just out of curiosity, how long has this been transmitting?
Well, at least before your drive over here,
when we were treated to an alarmingly off-key rendition
of "Bridge over Troubled Water."
That is a very difficult song to sing.
Look, just tell me how to turn this thing on.
Oh, better yet, tell me how to turn it off,
and then I will go back and I will replant it.
I'm just gonna get another one.
Well, this one works pretty well obviously.
It's protocol.
Maybe grab a bunch of 'em.
(door opens, closes)
♪ ♪
(door opens)
Let me show you how to turn this on.
-Uh, I think I got it. -You sure?
It involves moving the switch into the on position.
Well, you could have told me that a lot earlier.
There's no need to cop an attitude.
Well, I can have them draw up a diagram if you'd like.
I think I can handle it.
Just plant it, turn it on, and leave.
And you'll be done with all this.
Okay, I'll do it.
And watch the doorknob on your way out.
(woman whispering)
I'm sorry, ma'am. Can you speak up?
I can't really hear you.
WOMAN: (on phone) He's in the room. Asleep.
Okay. Well, then,
you keep your voice nice and low then, that's fine.
Use as few words as you can.
Can you tell me where you are?
-WOMAN: No. -Okay.
Is it an apartment or a house?
WOMAN: A house.
He drove me here. I...
I don't know.
It's okay, love. I'm gonna find you.
My name is Grace. What's your name?
WOMAN: Iris. Iris Blake.
Iris, I'm with you, okay?
Listen, I'm trying to locate your phone.
It's not coming up.
IRIS BLAKE: His.
Oh, his-- Okay, It's his phone.
-IRIS: Yes. -GRACE RYDER: Okay.
Maybe it's a burner or something because I can't track it.
Iris, is there any way you can safely get past him to run?
IRIS: No.
Mattress...
Uh-huh.
Iris, you with me still?
IRIS: ... against door.
Okay, so he's asleep on a mattress in front of the door
-so you can't get out. -IRIS: Yes.
(keys clacking)
GRACE: Are you hurt?
IRIS: He's going to kill me.
I can't pull a location either.
Could she give us any details?
Uh-uh.
You know what?
Iris, I'm not leaving you, okay?
Give me one second.
APD Unit three-six-three-H-twenty, do you copy?
Copy, dispatch. What's up?
GRACE: Carlos, it's Grace.
I have Iris on the line.
Dispatch, how is she?
She's being held hostage.
She took his phone while he was sleeping,
but I can't locate the signal.
I need to know
where you guys found Iris' car last night.
Rusk Heights. Near the homeless encampment under 183.
-(keys clacking) -(beeps)
Iris, do you remember anything about being
in his vehicle last night?
Maybe what direction you guys were going in?
IRIS: No. Knife.
Oh, he had a knife? That's how he took you?
IRIS: Yes.
His trunk.
Okay, Iris, I really want you to think back.
How long did it feel like you were in the trunk moving?
Maybe five minutes or closer to an hour?
IRIS: Eleven minutes, twenty seconds.
You counted.
IRIS: Yes.
GRACE: That's really good, Iris.
And was he going fast or normal, like the speed limit?
IRIS: Normal.
That's 11 and a half minutes at 30 miles per hour.
SARA ORTIZ: A five-to-eight-mile radius.
Iris, can you tell me anything
about the house you're in right now?
Is it big?
(Iris breathing shakily)
Okay, is it new?
-IRIS: Abandoned. -Okay.
Okay. That's Laurel Commons in Rusk Heights.
Isn't that where all the loitering calls were coming from?
Uh-huh. Lots of foreclosures that are sitting empty.
Full of squatters and drug users.
Flophouses.
IRIS: He's going to wake up.
Okay, Iris, you hang in there, okay?
Help is coming.
All units, be advised, we have an abduction in progress.
The only location that fits the hostage's description
is Laurel Commons in Rusk Heights.
All units, please respond.
(tires screeching)
-OFFICER 1: Go, go, go, go! -OFFICER 2: Move, move, move!
ERT CAPTAIN: Alright, listen up. There's nine abandoned houses in the area.
SWAT goes through them one by one.
OFFICER 3: Eyes peeled!
IRIS: I don't want to die.
It's okay, Iris. They're gonna get to you on time.
Everyone else, canvass any neighbors
who might have seen something.
OFFICER 1: Quick. Check the back room.
OFFICER 2: Go, go, go, go!
Police! Coming in!
Move, move, move.
OFFICER 3: Make sure it's clear.
Check the windows.
-OFFICER 4: Bedroom's clear. -GRACE: Iris.
Make a sound for me.
Iris, it doesn't have to be much.
I just need to know you're with me still.
-IRIS: (softly) Uh-huh. -Okay, good.
OFFICER: Nothing in this one.
Iris, can you see out of a window from where you are?
Clear!
We've already gone through six abandoned houses.
Iris, is there a tree outside of the window
or power lines?
IRIS: Boarded up. Sky.
Okay. Well, can you hear anything?
Maybe like an AC or some wind chimes?
(Iris gasps)
Iris?
IRIS: (gasps) He's awake.
(line disconnects)
I lost her.
This room's clear.
GRACE: (on phone) Carlos, I lost connection.
(woman screams)
OFFICER 1: Move, move, move!
OFFICER 2: Go, go, go, go!
OFFICER 3: Police! We're coming in!
-CARLOS: Iris? -OFFICER 4: Clear!
Iris!
OFFICER 5: Closet's clear.
Hey. Hey, hey.
Hey.
Oh, thank God.
Come on. Hey, hey. I'm here.
-I'm right here. -Mm. Carlos...
I've got you. Okay.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(sirens wailing)
OFFICER: Let's go. Move, move, move.
I was afraid he was gonna--
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
It's okay, Iris, it's over.
It's okay.
(winces) Ow!
Sorry. Sorry. We have to clean this out.
This might sting a little.
BP's high, Cap. 160 over 90.
-I'm not surprised. -Is that bad?
No, it's okay, Iris, alright? We'll get it down.
We just gotta get you some oxygen.
Alright, Iris, I'm gonna need you to take
some deep, slow breaths, okay?
We're gonna take you in for observation.
She has a concussion.
IRIS: I was afraid you wouldn't find me.
It's okay.
Just breathe, okay? Just breathe.
Reyes, can I see you a minute?
I'll be right back. I promise.
How's she doing?
Pretty shaken up, but I think she'll be okay.
Did we catch the guy?
APD searched the house top to bottom.
There was no one inside.
Well, he must be in one of these houses, in the backyards or something.
We have the neighborhood locked down and we're sweeping,
but we're not finding anything so far.
You think we let him get away?
♪ ♪
O'BRIEN: That's him. That's Andy.
OWEN: Does that date mean anything to you?
December 8th. That's two days after his last call with Joanne.
Okay. So we know he was alive two days after that.
And he's still with the Dogs.
Wait a minute. How did you get this?
Uh, I came across it.
Did you steal this from the FBI?
I didn't say that.
Look, as much as I appreciate it,
not a great idea, Owen.
It wasn't an idea so much, it was... an impulse.
Look, I'm doing everything they want me to do,
including replanting this.
And let me make sure it's off.
Okay. Good.
But once I put this in the office, I'm done.
And the Feds are gonna do whatever they're gonna do.
In the meantime, let me help you find your nephew.
Why are you doing this?
Because I know what it's like
to have a dumb kid go down the wrong path.
This is a pretty darned wrong path.
And it's worse than you think.
Two days after that photo was taken,
a shipment of ammonium nitrate
was stolen from a truck outside of Laredo.
Maybe your nephew knew about it. Maybe it spooked him.
The FBI says that they have a source in the Honor Dogs,
but the source is gone unreachable.
Wait, y-you think Andy works with the Feds?
I don't know.
If he's made, he's probably dead.
Or in hiding.
So this training facility, do you know where it is?
No. But I have heard the members talk
about this place called The Farm.
I figured that's where they train.
You can't get in there unless you're branded.
Well, we need to find somebody who is who can get us in.
They didn't have jasmine, so...
-Peppermint. -CARLOS: You got it.
You haven't found him yet, have you?
Not yet.
We, uh, we just need you to retrace your steps.
See if you can remember any detail that can help.
This is Detective Grier.
Hello, Iris. How are you doing?
Seriously? What do you want, a one-word answer?
Iris. She's here to help.
Can you tell me what you were doing
out near the encampment last night?
I was looking for Donna Burton.
She's one of our residents, sometimes at the shelter.
So you went looking for her on your own at night?
It's not like I was afraid. I used to live at that camp.
And that's where he grabbed you.
Right?
Yeah, he...
He came up to me and, um,
I thought he was one of us,
them, who needed help.
But, I'd never seen him before,
and, uh, and he forced me
into the trunk and he took me to that... place.
Before he ran away,
anything stand out about this man's appearance?
I-I already told the sketch guy everything I know.
Tall, plain. Creepy. Mustache.
And he had a...
a messed-up hand.
Almost like it was burned.
The left one.
When he had you captive, he didn't--
He didn't do anything.
He said I wasn't "ready yet."
He just looked at me.
Looked, like I was a painting or something.
And then he-- he put the mattress against the door
and he just sat there, looking.
-He had a knife. -Hm.
And then he took a nap.
IRIS: He fell asleep, yes.
I'd have to step onto the mattress to get to the door
so there-- there wasn't anything I could do.
But he had a phone, so I used it.
And when the police found you, you were unconscious.
Do you remember what happened right before that?
How you got that gash?
He woke up and he slammed me against the wall.
And that's the last thing I remember.
So you didn't see how he left the room?
No.
GRIER: Thank you, Miss Blake.
You rest up.
I'll circle back if I have further questions.
Officer Reyes, a moment?
You don't believe her, do you?
I understand you have a strong connection to her--
You made up your mind this morning before you even found her.
-I let the evidence speak for itself. -What's it telling you?
That she wandered eight miles to a random house,
hit herself in the face?
No sign of anyone at that house.
No car that supposedly hauled her there.
The bedroom door,
the only door in and out of that room.
We had a drone over the neighborhood during the search.
No one entered or exited that house.
Not until your team went in.
She was alone.
(indistinct chatter)
(chatter continues)
There he is. Turner.
He's big, he's dumb, and he loves to show off.
Go, lose to him.
What about the bug?
I'll handle it.
Hey, brother, you up for a friendly game?
No. But I'm happy to whoop your ass
and take your money.
♪ We're here for a long time ♪
♪ We're here for a good time ♪
♪ We're here for a long time ♪
♪ We're here for a good time ♪
♪ If you're here for a good time ♪
♪ Put your hands up, now say it ♪
♪ Whoa, get ready, bam-ba-lam ♪
♪ Get ready to ride, ha, ha ♪
♪ Whoa, get ready, bam-ba-lam ♪
♪ Get ready to ride, ha, ha ♪
♪ Bam-ba-lam ♪
♪ Get ready to ride ♪
Let's go. Again.
Ohh! God!
♪ Bam-ba-lam ♪
♪ Get ready worldwide ♪
♪ Wildin' out, fill my cup to the tip ♪
♪ Ridin' out to Atlantic City ♪
♪ Hardrock, yeah, we opened it ♪
♪ Five, four, three, two, one for the win ♪
That's it, I'm tapped.
Yeah, I hope you're a better firefighter
than you are a pool player, Strand.
Hey.
You can still win some of this back.
Oh, yeah. How?
You got the pink slip to that Bobber outside?
No, I know when I'm beat.
From now on, I'm gonna keep all my shootin' at the range.
Nobody beats me there.
You don't say, huh?
Crackshot Strand. That's what they call me.
Who calls you that?
People.
People?
Well, these people...
they ain't never seen me shoot.
And I will go up against you at any range, anytime,
any day of the week.
How about today?
Well, today's a day of the week.
I don't think there's a range in Texas
who would let you shoot in your condition.
Uh, hell, I can still shoot.
Yeah. Maybe next time.
No. Hey, listen. Let's do it now.
I know a place, but you gotta promise not to tell anyone.
Just gotta leak the lizard first.
(footsteps approaching)
TOMMY: You okay?
Um, Carlos just called me.
He's at the hospital with Iris.
Okay, that's good. She's been through a lot.
Did they catch that guy?
You ready for this?
There may not have been a guy.
What do you mean?
I was there when she gave
the description to the police.
Which might have just been Iris' paranoid delusions.
She had a nasty head wound.
They had a drone up and...
no one else came out of that house, Cap.
Oh.
Oh, I see.
I mean, I don't get it. She was doing so well.
I mean, she hadn't had an episode in years.
Well, mental illness isn't something you cure.
It's something that you treat, but it's always there.
And-and, yes, you can
all of a sudden be triggered again.
There's a chance I may have loaded the gun.
I do not like that woman.
You don't have to.
She's just here to work the case.
She doesn't believe me, does she?
Well, a good detective never takes a position
on an investigation.
Then she's not a very good detective
because her position is that I'm lying.
How is she supposed to find him if she doesn't think he exists?
Oh.
You don't believe me either.
Of course, I do.
I really think you experienced everything you said, Iris.
In the tiny world inside my head full of oompa-loompas.
That's the worst part of mental illness.
Doesn't matter if you get better,
it's the only thing anyone ever sees
when they look at you.
Not me.
Iris...
we launched drones above the neighborhood
when we arrived.
That was several minutes before your call ended
and we scoured the footage and no one ever left that house.
What about his phone that they took into evidence?
We couldn't get anything off of it.
I'm gonna ask you this as your friend.
Is there any chance that your mind
is playing tricks on you?
I have been taking my meds.
I was doing so much better, wasn't I?
You have. You've been doing great.
-Haven't I? -Yeah.
I can-- I can still smell him.
It was like a flowery detergent.
I can see him.
I see his face.
The mind is a petty thing.
Just one little thread gets pulled
and everything starts shifting.
You start doubting.
That-- that coffee ring on the counter.
I mean, I didn't see anyone put a cup there.
Might have been a nurse or maybe it was just me.
That's not the point.
I mean, but there's probably an explanation,
but every little thing makes you start to doubt.
Is this even a hospital?
Is everyone lying to me?
This one little tiny crack of doubt just rips open
and then everything falls into it.
Iris.
I don't wanna be in there again.
It was so lonely.
♪ ♪
OWEN: What's the code?
One, two, three, four, five.
(gate buzzes)
(laughs)
(O'Brien chuckling)
We're not really gonna put a loaded gun in that guy's hand, are we?
Are you outta your mind?
Ahh!
Okay.
Now, watch this.
(gunshot)
Nice.
I do that?
All by yourself. Bet you can't do it again.
Oh, I bet he could.
Oh, just watch me.
Aah. I didn't even feel myself squeeze the trigger.
You got a real buttery touch there.
(sighs)
Alright.
-You. -Me?
Let's see what you got.
O'BRIEN: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Hmm.
(thuds)
Hmm.
I don't know how that guy is still standing.
-Oh, he's not. -Wh--
Alright, so I counted five buildings.
Let's split up.
It doesn't look like anyone lives back there.
I don't think anybody could live here.
Hey, hey, hey.
That look familiar?
Yeah.
Huh.
Now, it couldn't be, could it?
-(clicks) -O'BRIEN: Yeah.
Well, this is some pantry.
I'm surprised the Feds can't get 'em on gun charges alone.
Well, you're assuming any of this is illegal.
I bet it's not.
Well, that's not legal.
So this is what the Feds were looking for.
14,000 pounds of stolen ammonium nitrate.
You know, we're gonna need to get this reported
before our friend outside wakes up.
OWEN: Yeah.
(tires screech)
Thank you for coming.
Parking garage again?
Yes, the parking garage again.
We found the ammonium nitrate.
-"We"? -Yes.
It was in the most obvious place imaginable.
It was at The Farm, in a barn,
where they keep their munitions and where they train.
You've been to The Farm?
(scoffs) Yeah.
It's a whole story.
And I will tell you everything.
Yes... you will.
-But not in a parking garage. -(tires screech)
-What is this? -This is what happens
when you remove government property
from a federal building.
Load him up.
(Owen exhales)
You know I did everything you asked me to, right?
Yeah, and a few things we didn't.
It's kinda the problem.
Okay, I'm telling you, you need to get down to that farm,
and you need to get down there now.
What you're looking for is there.
Oh, we did.
Judge granted a warrant
five minutes after we took you into custody.
We raided the whole place.
Oh, well, then, what am I doing sitting here?
Because there was nothing there, Owen.
I mean, there were munitions, guns, lots of guns, all legal.
But no stolen ammonium nitrate.
No, no. I'm telling you, I saw it.
I believe you.
Well, then somebody must have tipped them off.
Yeah. You!
Me?
How much of what we shared with you
did you tell Sergeant O'Brien?
Sergeant O'Brien is not really one of 'em.
The only reason he is in there
is because he's looking for his nephew.
Which, if my guess is correct, was your former source.
Do you really think I would reveal to you a source,
former or otherwise?
My point is, Sergeant O'Brien is not an Honor Dog.
No.
He's just... a founding member.
Okay, he didn't mention that.
KACEY: No, I don't suppose he would have.
How much did you tell him, Owen?
Everything?
Look, this doesn't make sense.
If he were one of them,
why would he let me just walk in
to where they're storing the ammonium?
Because he wanted you to see it,
and he wanted you to tell us about it.
He knew we would raid the place and find nothing.
Before anyone even sets foot in a courtroom,
he's already discredited our star witness.
You were played, Captain, and you lost.
Release him. We're done.
(line ringing)
TK: (on phone) Hey, babe. I was getting worried.
Hey, no, everything's fine.
-Is it? -CARLOS: Yeah.
How's Iris?
Not great. Um...
Listen, don't wait up for me tonight, okay?
I might just stay with Iris here tonight.
Uh, yeah.
Probably best that she's not alone tonight.
Um, I love you.
I love you, too.
(line disconnects)
He's not comin' home tonight.
But you guys eat. I'm-I'm not very hungry.
(tense music playing)
CARLOS: (echoing) Iris!
-I'm here. I'm here. -Carlos.
I got you.
IRIS: He just looked at me
like I was a painting or something.
♪ ♪
(coughs)
(debris falling)
(Carlos grunts)
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