[indistinct chatter]
- You two!
Back of the line. - [groans]
- Come on.
- Let's go. - Come on, man.
Hey!
[camera shutter clicks]
Hey.
What you doing?
- Just looking. - Just looking?
- Okay, relax, I'm walking.
- You screwing with this car?
- I'm minding my own business.
You should do the same.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[man clearing throat]
Oh, it's you. You scared the hell--
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- Hey, Kristen,
any luck with that project we discussed?
- No, not yet.
I'm working on recovering Jason's texts and phone calls,
but I haven't heard back from the phone companies yet.
- Okay, if anything interesting comes up, just let me know.
- I will. - Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Hey. - Hey.
- I just got a call from Organized Crime.
- About what? - Greg Kennedy.
He's just been shot.
[dramatic music]
[sirens wailing]
- Bell and Zidan? - Yeah.
- Tom Andrews.
I was Greg's ASAC over at Organized Crime.
- I'm sorry we have to meet like this.
- You know what Greg was doing out here?
Was he on or off duty? - On.
He told me he was going to be out here
collecting plates associated with the Cayenne.
- What's the Cayenne?
- It's a new nightclub.
Owner is Jimmy Ramirez.
He's a shot-caller for the local drug trafficking ring.
- You think Ramirez is responsible
for Agent Kennedy's murder?
- Not sure. Case was fresh,
so no way Ramirez knew we were up on him yet.
- Have any witnesses or physical evidence?
- Nothing yet, but unfortunately, to avoid being
spotted by the target and associates,
Greg was parked in a total dead zone
as far as CCTV was concerned.
Greg was shot three times in the upper chest
as he was getting into his car.
- Pattern burns on his chest.
Weapon was less than a foot away from him.
That means he was looking his shooter in the eye
when he was hit.
- Robbery gone bad, maybe? - Doubtful.
His watch, wallet, and gun were still on him.
- This feels premeditated.
I mean, shot pattern is tight.
And like you said, nothing was stolen.
- Can we get the file on Jimmy Ramirez, even if
it's just the preliminary investigative notes?
[tires squealing] - Oh, jeez, she can't be here.
Linda, hey.
- What's going on?
- That's Linda. That's Greg's wife.
- Linda.
Linda, please, no, you shouldn't be here.
- No, no, no, Linda, Linda. - Let me go in there.
Let me through. - Hey, hey, Linda!
I know, I know. - [sobbing]
No. - I know, I know, it's okay.
- [sobbing]
- It's okay.
- I just want to see him, Maggie.
Please let me see him.
- I know you do, but we have to let them
process the body first.
- Who? Who would do this?
- Did Greg get any threats that you know about?
- No. - Was he nervous at all
the last time you saw him?
- If he was, Maggie, I would tell you.
W-what about this club that he was looking at?
This Ramirez guy, you think he has something to do with it?
- Maybe, but, according to Andrews,
this is the first physical surveillance
he's done on the place, so it's doubtful.
- No, no, I know for a fact that that is not true.
I know he went down a couple of times late last week
to sit in on the club.
You know how bad he was at keeping records.
[sobbing]
- I gotta get back to work.
- You'll keep in touch? - Yes, of course.
Look, you were so good to me when I lost Jason.
I'm here for you, okay?
If you need anything at all, you wanna talk about anything,
I'm a phone call away.
- Thank you. Thank you.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
♪ ♪
- How do you do it?
- Do what?
- Stay so calm.
You know Greg. You're close with his wife.
I mean, at the crime scene, you just acted
like it was any other case.
- Well, it wasn't.
I hide my feelings and...
I just focus on the matter at hand.
It's not ideal. [elevator dings]
But sometimes it's necessary.
- The Bureau has lost one of its finest members.
Agent Greg Kennedy was
a decorated and respected member of our family
for the past 12 years.
His death is a devastating loss,
to us and all the citizens he served.
You can be sure that we will not rest
until those responsible are brought to justice.
- Do you have a suspect yet?
- No one in custody at this time.
- Was he shot while working a case
or was he off duty at the time?
- This is an ongoing investigation.
I can't answer that. Thank you very much.
[overlapping chatter]
Yes, sir, I understand.
Oh, I couldn't agree more.
This one's important to all of us.
Of course, you'll be updated on a regular basis.
Thank you, sir.
Okay, in case you didn't figure that out,
that was the director himself.
He wants answers. - JOC has been briefed.
This is our number one priority.
- Greg was one hell of an agent.
- I never got a chance to meet him.
- About six years ago, we worked a case together.
He was smart, focused, no fear.
He was one of the best.
- I was told that you knew Greg,
and you're good friends with his wife.
- Linda and I went to Quantico together.
She works in White Collar.
- She was at the crime scene?
- Yes, but we made sure that she didn't interfere
with the process.
- Will your relationship with her be an issue?
- No, ma'am.
I understand that this is a case that can't risk
being compromised.
I'll proceed with that in mind.
- Okay.
[sighs] Let's find Greg's killer.
- The director himself wants answers,
and he wants them fast.
To him, just like us, this is a fallen brother.
But more importantly, one of ours is mourning
the loss of her husband.
So let's rise to the occasion. What do we got?
- The three rounds recovered from the victim's chest cavity
were from a .357 revolver.
Ballistics has no match on file.
- Okay, what else?
- According to Agents Bell and Zidan,
the latest case Agent Kennedy was working on
was focused on Jimmy Ramirez.
- Jimmy Ramirez? Tell me about him.
- Well, he was arrested three years ago for distribution
as part of a DEA sting.
He got off on a technicality.
That was in 2017.
And then about a month ago, Greg got a tip
that Ramirez was back in business,
so he started looking into him again.
- Okay, what did we get from the Cayenne Club?
- We checked the CCTV cameras of the immediate area
of the club, both public and private.
We have footage of Greg grabbing plates,
being confronted by a bouncer. - Confronted by him?
- The bouncer told field agents
he thought Greg was casing cars to steal,
so they got into a verbal confrontation,
but then Greg walked away.
- Can we account for the whereabouts of the bouncer
during the time of shooting?
- Yeah, I have the bouncer on the CCTV camera
at the front door of the Cayenne club
at the time of death.
- Okay, well, let's widen the CCTV search
to three to four blocks from the immediate crime scene.
If Greg was killed by this Ramirez
or one of his goons, let's prove that.
[man shouting indistinctly] - Here he is.
- Jimmy Ramirez, FBI, you have a minute?
- I don't.
- Oh, let me rephrase that.
We have a few questions, so you definitely have a minute.
- I know my rights. You have a nice day.
- Don't be rude.
Nothing good happens to rude people.
- Listen, you guys can call my lawyers.
We can set up a time and place
and then we can discuss things.
But until then? I'm busy.
- Whoa, OA.
- Are you carrying?
- Hey, hey, relax, relax. So what if I am?
All right, I own this place right here.
Listen, the law states that I can carry on private property.
- [laughs] No, it doesn't.
- It definitely doesn't. Put your hands on the wall.
Put your hands on the wall!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[sighs] .357 caliber.
Put your hands behind your back.
You're under arrest.
- You seriously believe that I'd be
dumb enough to kill a fed?
- Well, I think we've already established that you're dumb.
What we wanna know is where you were at 3:00 a.m. last night.
- In my club, speaking with my manager.
We were going over the monthly vendor reports.
- Can anyone besides a paid employee
vouch for your whereabouts?
- Half the people inside the club.
I was on the main floor, working my VIPs.
I have video footage if you'd like to see it.
- Have you ever seen him before?
- I've never met him.
- But you've seen him.
- Earlier that night when I was driving by,
not in front of the club, but a block away.
He stared at me like he knew me.
I've never met him, so I found it pretty weird.
Just figured he was a cop.
- Hey, so it looks like his statement about seeing Greg
a block away from the club matches up
with what I found on a bus cam.
- Bus cam?
- Yes, initially I was checking them to see if
any potential suspects hopped on board,
and when I did, I noticed you can get a good visual
of the street from the cameras facing the door.
It's a little grainy, but around the 2100 mark
I found a possible match for Greg
based on physicality and clothing.
That is him, right?
- That's not his wife.
♪ ♪
- Field agents have interviewed dozens
of patrons and employees of the Cayenne Club.
Looks like Ramirez was telling the truth.
He was in the club when the shots were fired.
- And his gun doesn't match the murder weapon, either.
- Okay, so we can rule him out as the shooter.
- So now our primary focus is the woman
our victim was seen kissing.
She was one of the last people to see him alive.
- We know that Greg was shot at close range, no robbery,
so it's likely he knew his assailant.
- Crime of passion?
- Well, let's keep in mind that Greg was
a respected member of this Bureau,
and his reputation is our reputation,
so what we learn in this JOC stays in this JOC,
unless I tell you otherwise.
That said, let's find out who she is.
- So along with his personal credit cards,
he also had this prepaid Visa.
- Hmm, so what's the history on that?
- A lot of hotels,
the last one being the Benedict Hotel
on the night he was murdered.
- I was afraid you were gonna say that.
I thought he and Linda were tight, you know, in love.
- Hey, we're working with a grainy photo
that isn't even in focus.
The man isn't here to defend himself.
That being said, an affair is a common motive for murder.
- All right, well, the hotel is right down the street
from the Cayenne.
We should probably look into the lobby cameras.
- Ian's already working on it.
We've seized the footage and he's combing
through it as we speak.
- Okay. Hey.
- Any breakthroughs?
- Uh, no, not yet, we're still in the early stages.
Why don't we go and talk over here?
- I'm so sorry. It's just, my head is reeling.
I'm just searching for an answer.
I just wanna help in any way that I can.
- You know how this works.
you can't be anywhere near this investigation.
In the meantime, there's really nothing you can do.
You know, just wait.
I know that's a hard thing to ask.
- No, I get it.
Protocol. - Yeah.
- I shouldn't have come by like this.
- It's okay.
I get it.
I've been there, you know.
Believe me, I know how you're feeling.
You need results, so you can find some sort of closure.
I'll get it for you. I promise.
For now, I really think you need to go home
and try to get some rest. Okay?
- Okay.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- We got a hit on Agent Kennedy's mystery woman?
- Yes and I managed to I.D. her.
Now, no criminal record, but a social media facial scan
did come up with a hit: Bonnie Snow.
She's a 26-year-old bartender
who, according to her social media profile,
likes yummy food, hard liquor,
and men who are willing to pay for both.
- Charming.
Get me a current location on her.
- On it.
- Hey, can I get some advice from you?
- Yeah, what's up?
- Okay, so before this case pulled me away,
I'd been looking into Jason's death, like Maggie asked us to.
I've been analyzing his digital footprint
for the two weeks prior to his death.
- Okay, so what's the issue?
- The more I dig, the less I like what I find.
I mean, I might just be reading into things...
- Kristen, what's up?
- Well, Jason deleted his call history
right before he was killed.
I checked with the carrier and I discovered over a dozen calls
to a woman named Angela Perez.
Most were late at night.
[tense music]
I also found receipts of a few expensive meals
that they shared together and confirmed it
with restaurant CCTV video.
- Work-related?
- I mean, she's the CFO for a major hotel holdings company.
Jason didn't write articles about stuff like that.
Hey, here, you can take a look.
♪ ♪
I mean, maybe it's nothing, but still.
♪ ♪
- Maggie asked us to look into Jason's murder.
So unless this woman has something to do with that,
I, uh...
think we should hold off on telling her.
- Okay.
Okay, thank you.
- I saw what happened to Greg on the news.
God, can you imagine how that made me feel?
- We're not here to talk about how you feel.
How long were you two involved?
- About two months. We met here.
- Any chance a jealous boyfriend is responsible?
- None. I don't date single guys,
'cause of stuff like that.
The married ones are way more chill.
- Well, we have you on video with Greg at 9:00 p.m.
What did you do after that?
- I came back here to work.
I wanted to hang out with Greg a little longer,
but he said he had something he needed to do.
- Well, did he say what that thing was he needed to do?
- Something about meeting the devil...
Weird, right?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- I'll get Kristen to check the database for the devil,
but I'm pretty sure that's a common moniker.
- And while you're doing that, I'll talk to Linda.
Maybe Greg mentioned that name to her.
- You gonna tell her about this?
- At this point, I think that'd just be a distraction.
Right now we just need to find out who the devil is.
Hey, Linda, thanks for coming up,
I just have a few questions--
- I heard you may have a witness?
- Uh, not exactly.
We have a woman on tape who was near the crime scene
around the same time that Greg was killed.
We thought she might be a witness,
but she wasn't.
- I see.
[sighs] Funeral.
Trying to write his eulogy.
It's a little harder than I thought it would be.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I remember writing that for Jason.
The words that we write or say,
they never seem to be enough.
- His mom and dad are coming in from Florida tonight.
I honestly don't even know if I can face them.
Every time I think I have this grief under control...
- It comes back.
- Yeah.
When does it stop?
- I don't know.
I just--I try to manage it.
- How?
- Well, when I figure that part out, I'll let you know.
- [sniffles]
- Look, I do need to ask you a question.
Did you ever hear Greg refer to a suspect or a target
as "the devil"?
- The devil...
Devil, yeah, it could be a reference to Mason Thorne.
Devil is his nickname.
He's in a biker gang called the Mongrels.
- The Mongrels?
- Yeah, Greg said it was more cartel than motorcycle club.
He worked them for about six months,
then finally arrested Thorne, their treasurer, last week.
- Okay. - You think it could be him?
- We'll definitely look into it.
- Mongrels are involved in a lot of criminal activity--
guns, prostitution, gambling--
but the last few years, they've been making most of their money
moving meth.
- Was Greg trying to start a RICO case?
- We both were.
I just couldn't get the Bureau to allocate the resources,
so we had to settle for arresting the treasurer,
Mason Thorne, AKA Devil.
- On what charge?
- He was using a cut-out to buy guns in bulk
from gun show dealers
and put them in the hands of his fellow bikers.
Thorne's staring down a 20-year sentence.
- So maybe he decided to get revenge?
- Is he being held at the Metropolitan Detention Center?
- No, he's got a high-priced lawyer on retainer,
Mark Krawley.
Guy got him out on a bond, pending trial.
- I know Krawley.
He's a good lawyer and expensive.
If this "devil" retained him, then he's worried.
Question for the room is, where's Thorne?
Let's get an address fast. [claps]
- Mason Thorne! FBI.
Okay, open it.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Mason Thorne. FBI.
♪ ♪
Clear.
- Clear.
- The bed doesn't look like it's been slept in.
- I'm betting he hasn't been here for a few days.
This place smells awful.
But he has a burner phone on him.
- Did you get him?
- No, but we have the ESN number from
a burner phone he has on him.
Maggie's sending it to you guys right now.
- Great.
- Got it. Sending it a ping now.
Okay, we got something back.
Looks like he's in...
Cancun, Mexico.
- Cancun?
- Hi, Mark Krawley. How can I help you?
- We need to find and talk to one of your clients,
Mason Thorne.
We believe he's hiding in Mexico.
- About what? - Agent Kennedy's murder.
- Thorne isn't stupid. I can't imagine
he'd gun down a federal agent.
- Yeah, you sure about that?
- Well, I'm his lawyer. I have to say things like that.
- I know you were a federal prosecutor at one point,
one of us. I'm sure you understand
how important, how emotional this is.
- While I wish I could help ya, I can't.
- Maybe not officially.
What about unofficially?
- If you really wanna find him,
I would talk to Tommy Chase.
- Leader of the Mongrels?
- Mm-hmm, if anybody's gonna know where he is,
it's Tommy.
- Thank you.
- Good luck.
[dramatic music]
[indistinct shouting]
- Door, door. - Eyes front.
[indistinct chatter]
- Flank left. - Hold, hold, hold.
- On my signal.
- Move. - Here we go.
♪ ♪
- FBI! - Federal agents!
- Hands where we can see them!
♪ ♪
- Put it down. Back against the wall!
- Hands, you heard him. - Stay where you are.
- Put your hands behind your head and face the wall.
- I got short room antics in the back!
♪ ♪
- We ain't got any kind of move here.
Just do what they say. - Stand up.
- Tommy Chase, put your hands behind your back.
- Say "please."
- Please.
You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes, Tommy.
Come on.
♪ ♪
Look at this.
- Same caliber.
Cylinder has four spent shell casings.
Let's get this gun to Ballistics.
We ran the ballistics.
The gun we found in your clubhouse was used
to murder Agent Kennedy.
- I don't know anything about that.
- Yeah, but I bet your buddy Thorne does.
Where is he? - I don't know.
- Well, that's bad news... for you.
An FBI agent is dead.
That's family, Tommy.
That means we're gonna use all of our manpower
and resources to find out who killed him.
That also means that we're gonna be surveilling
every suspect-- not--not just that--
every friend and relative of every suspect,
24/7.
- It's really hard to do business when the FBI
is parked outside of your clubhouse.
- Are you threatening me?
- No, we're threatening your whole damn club.
- So don't be stupid.
You're the leader, aren't you?
Leaders have to make tough choices.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- If Thorne really did do something crazy like that,
like you said, well, that's on him.
Not me, not the rest of us.
- I think we all agree.
- So just tell us where he's staying in Mexico.
- Mexico? No way.
Guy's afraid to fly.
- So where is he then?
- I don't know for sure,
but if I had to bet,
at the storage space we own over in the Bronx.
- The address?
Door's unlocked.
Oh, God.
- Ugh. - What is that?
- This place smells as bad as his apartment.
- Hopefully he's out buying air fresheners.
[chuckles] - Good one, Maggie.
- Thank you.
- Whoa.
Hey, come give me a hand.
[music intensifies]
♪ ♪
- Ugh.
- Okay.
- Mason Thorne was killed by a single shot to the head
with the same gun that was used to kill Greg.
- And according to the time of death,
Thorne was killed less than an hour after Greg,
so it's likely the same person killed both men.
- And since the gun was found inside their clubhouse,
that person is most likely a member of the Mongrels.
It's just a matter of which one.
- So let's dig into them.
- Hey, the evidence lab found a small red silk fiber
snagged on the hammer of the gun.
- Okay, so maybe a piece of fiber from a shirt.
Could've snagged on the hammer when it was being
shoved into a waistband.
- Have the lab do a comparison test of the clothing
of the Mongrels we have in custody.
- Okay. - Thanks.
- Hey, Mexican authorities finally got back to me.
Located Thorne's burner phone inside a Cancun post office.
They're forwarding me the data right away.
- Okay, so the killer sent the phone to Cancun,
knowing we'd track the signal,
and think Thorne was on the run.
Smart move.
Let's find out where it was mailed from.
Maybe we can find a witness, get a visual on who sent it.
- The real question is,
who would want both of these men dead?
It's such an odd combination of victims.
- It is.
- Circle back to the boss, Tommy Chase.
See what else he knows. - Yeah.
- I already told you,
I don't know anything about this.
- The murder weapon was in your clubhouse.
- Doesn't make it mine or ours.
We have rules. No guns in the club.
- Since when? - Since we started
getting raided by the cops every other week.
So we decided to keep the club clean.
No dope, no guns.
You violate that rule, you get bounced...
for life.
- So how'd the gun get there, Tommy?
- I don't know,
and if I really had something to do with it,
you think I would tell you where
I thought Thorne was hiding?
[door buzzes]
- Mark Krawley would like a moment.
- Good afternoon.
- At Mr. Chase's request, I'm now representing him
and the rest of the Mongrels so,
to put it bluntly, this interrogation is now over.
- Bye.
That's right.
- Hey, I heard the Mongrels are involved.
Is that true?
- Um, it's possible but we're still looking into it.
- Well, the murder weapon was found at the clubhouse, right?
- That's right. That's all we know.
Look, and they just lawyered up,
so we really gotta get back to work.
- But what about the red fiber on the gun?
- How do you know about that?
- Someone in the lab gave me a heads up.
- Okay, we talked about this. It's not good if you keep
inserting yourself into this case.
- This is my husband. I need to know what happened.
- Okay, I know where you're coming from,
but we have to play this by the book.
Any evidence that you touch, automatically tainted.
All right, the defense claims bias.
They'll file a motion to dismiss.
You know this.
- I'm sorry.
I'm just...
- You're angry.
- Yeah. - I know.
- Just find out who did this.
I'll stay out of your way.
- We're doing everything we can.
- Greg's affair is still on the table as a motive,
so we may have to sit Linda down
and talk to her as a suspect.
- I know.
[phone buzzing]
Hey, Kristen wants us in the JOC now.
- Hey. - Hi.
- Okay, so Organized Crime still had a pole cam
up across the street from the Mongrel's clubhouse.
We've been going through the footage
and--wait for it--there.
- What are we looking at?
- The interior of the briefcase, the lining,
it's red silk.
So if the gun was inside, it's not hard to imagine
a red fiber getting caught on the hammer.
- Show off.
- So the lawyer brought the gun into the clubhouse.
Why?
Trying to frame one of the Mongrels?
- That makes sense to me.
But, if that's the case, then Krawley's our killer.
- Well, it's a hell of a theory,
but without more evidence, a photo of an open briefcase
outside of a clubhouse means nothing.
If we're gonna accuse a prominent lawyer of murder...
need a lot more than that.
- Indeed. All right, people,
our new focus is Mark Krawley, Esquire.
Let's dig into his financials, his cases, his relationships.
Right now, this investigation is hanging by a thread.
A red silk thread, to be precise.
So let's connect some dots, shall we?
- Where's the connective tissue?
Why would Krawley want to kill both Thorne and Greg?
What's his motivation?
- I've been combing through Thorne's cell data.
He sent a pretty interesting text right before he died.
- To who?
- Don't have a name.
Recipient was using a burner, too.
- What does this interesting text say?
- "Meeting the FBI tonight to talk about Krawley and Rizzo."
- Okay, we know who Krawley is. Who the hell is Rizzo?
- I think he might be talking about Mike Rizzo.
He's a pretty major meth dealer outside of Philly.
Hold on, give me a second.
Okay, Michael J. Rizzo.
Lives outside of Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania,
two priors for narcotics distribution.
- What's Krawley's connection?
- Represented him two years ago on a money laundering charge.
- Two years ago? That's around the same time
the Mongrels started selling meth.
- Okay so Krawley, being this value-added lawyer,
introduces Rizzo to Thorne,
launching the Mongrels into the meth game.
- That's a win-win for everyone involved.
Until Greg arrests Thorne on a gun charge.
Good-bye, motorcycles, hello, prison.
So he offers to flip on Krawley and Rizzo.
- Well, it's a great theory, but we still have to prove
that Krawley did the murders.
Bring in Rizzo. - On what?
- [sighs] Be creative.
- Suspicious Activity Report?
- Form TD F 90-22.47, to be precise.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- Your bank filed a report last month,
stating that it believes that all of the money
you've been depositing may be derived
from illegal activities.
- What the hell does that even mean?
- It means we are opening up a case against you.
We're going to be digging into all of your financials...
Unless you talk to us.
- Talk to you about what?
- Mark Krawley.
- We believe he killed an FBI agent named Greg Kennedy
and a meth-selling biker named Mason Thorne.
- We also think that Krawley did this to protect you.
Thorne was about to sell you out.
- Krawley wouldn't even protect his own mother,
let alone some hump like me.
- What are you saying?
- I'm saying Krawley killed those people
because he wanted to protect himself.
He knew the feds were gonna bury him behind all this,
so he killed an FBI agent, then Thorne,
on his own.
- He told you this?
- Yeah, said he wanted to get paid too,
for saving my ass.
Son of a bitch asked me for 200 grand.
- Well, did you pay it?
- No, I told him to get the hell out of my office
before I beat him to death with a baseball bat.
Got it all on video, too.
- You have it on video?
- For a smart lawyer, Krawley's a dumb criminal.
- You'll testify to this? Hand over the video footage?
- Sure, as long as I get full immunity.
- We need to speak with Mark Krawley.
- He's not here.
- Where is he?
- Like I told the other agent, I don't know.
- I'm sorry, what other agent?
- Her credentials said Agent Kennedy.
- When was this?
- About five minutes ago.
- Linda must've heard we had a search warrant
out for Krawley.
- Wouldn't take long for word to spread.
- Yeah, but she's not thinking straight.
There's no telling what Linda might do
if she finds Krawley before us.
[phone trilling]
Hey, it's Maggie.
Krawley wasn't in his office and the receptionist
doesn't know where he is.
- Is there a cell number we can ping?
- No.
- We don't need one. I got him up on the pole cam
across from the Mongrel's clubhouse.
He walked in about two minutes ago.
- You guys hear that? Head over.
I'll send backup right away. Go, go, go!
[tires screeching]
[gunshots]
- Maggie...
- He's gone. - She can't be far.
[clattering]
Linda!
[grunts]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Tommy!
Hey, Tommy, stop!
Drop your weapon or I'll shoot.
- [panting]
[grunting]
♪ ♪
- There's nowhere to go.
Drop your weapon.
- Drop it.
- Okay, okay.
Don't shoot.
- Put your hands behind your head and turn around.
Why'd you kill him, Tommy?
- 'Cause he killed a Mongrel.
I can't let that stand.
It's like you said, a leader's gotta lead.
- I mean, you scared the hell out of me.
I really thought that, when you went there--
- I know, I know.
Truth is, I'm glad Krawley wasn't there.
I honestly don't know what I would've done if he was.
- I hope this helps, even if just a little bit.
- No, it does.
One less painful thing to think about.
I knew about the bartender, Bonnie.
- You did?
- I saw some texts. We argued.
Greg finally admitted to seeing her.
I like to think that he still loved me,
that we would've worked things out.
[inhaling deeply]
Either way, it still hurt when I lost him.
- Yeah.
I wanted to bring this up earlier, I just--
- No, you did the right thing, you did.
I just wanted you to know that I knew.
- That project I asked you to look into,
is there any new information?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
What? Just say it.
You can tell me.
- It may have something to do with Jason's murder,
and it may not.
- Who is she?
- Her name is Angela Perez.
It looks like Jason made some late night phone calls
to her during the last week of his life.
And, uh, they shared a few meals,
also late at night, but it's unclear
if they were personal or professional.
- Is that it? - Yeah.
- Thank you for telling me.
♪ ♪
See you tomorrow.
- Excuse me. - How can I help you?
- I'm Special Agent Maggie Bell.
I'm here to speak with Angela Perez.
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[dramatic music]
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