[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- Hey, Mom, can I run ahead?
- Of course go ahead, but then wait for me, all right?
[beeping] - Never saw a kid
in such a rush to get to preschool.
Must take after his mom, I guess.
- You just like me because I bring you snacks.
One for you. One for Frank.
- Well, not if I finish them both first.
What you got in here, Encyclopedia Britannicas?
- He likes to pack extra toys.
♪ ♪
[dramatic musical sting]
- What do we know? - Nothing good.
You're looking at four dead and we've got
three in the ICU in New York Presbyterian.
- Okay, witnesses? - Tiff and Scola are on it.
- What about security footage?
- It's already sent to the JOC.
Carla, what do you got?
- We need our lab to isolate the exact chemical signature,
but it looks like the device was a timer detonated
exothermic charge mixed with ball bearings and nails.
- That sounds like an Iraq IED. - Absolutely.
And I checked with my colleague at the Newark office.
It's basically the same bomb that went off three weeks ago
at the IRS building in Jersey.
- Except the Newark bomber died delivering that package.
So who's behind this?
- So you were in the bathroom when the bomb went off?
- No, no I was on my way back, all right?
I just got into the lobby and--boom.
I mean, I'd be dead if it wasn't for
my prostate being swollen up like a grapefruit.
- Did you spot anything else out of the ordinary?
- That's the thing. St--Stacy Rose, right?
She's--she's a lawyer up on the third, you know?
She was coming through the line.
She gives my buddy, Bill, a vegan donut.
Man, she--she brings us two every day, you know.
I'm sorry, man.
- So you saw Stacy Rose go in, and then what happened?
- I think the bomb was in the kid's backpack.
- All right listen up, people.
Security cam confirms that the bomb was tucked in
to Evan Rose's backpack.
Looks like the kid is gonna make it,
but assuming young Evan is not a five-year-old terrorist
with an axe to grind means somebody must've planted it.
And we know it was not Trey Dawkins,
the New Jersey bomber, because he died in the IRS blast.
So priority one, find the new suspect.
Priority two, figure out
if these two bombings were related.
Let's make sure nothing else
is coming down the turnpike, people.
Let's go to work.
- What about the deceased mother of the little boy,
Stacy Rose-- what do we know about her?
- It doesn't seem likely. She was an AUSA.
Checks out as squeaky clean.
Plus, if you're going to be carrying in a suicide bomb--
- You might as well carry it yourself.
- Right, so who else had access to Evan Rose's backpack?
- I just scrubbed the building's footage
for Stacy and Evan's approach. No one touched the backpack
anywhere on the grounds.
- Well, let's retrace their steps even further.
What is their morning commute like?
Are they subway riders? Ride share people?
- A witness said that Stacy brought the guards
vegan donuts every day.
Could be that the bomber knew her routine?
- There's a vegan bakery food truck that parks
just around the corner from the courthouse every morning.
- Good. Let's have Maggie and OA check it out.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Hey, um, can I borrow you a second?
I know we're still figuring each other out
in terms of a working relationship,
but, uh, you should know I'm a big believer in transparency.
- Okay.
- I wanted to give you a quick heads up.
I already got a call this morning from DC.
The director is getting a lot of heat,
which means I'm getting a lot of heat.
He wants this case closed fast.
- I get it. People blowing up
federal buildings is not a good look.
- Right, um, but it could be a really good look
for the Bureau and for you if we do close this case quickly.
- I thought you were being transparent.
- Excuse me?
- Closing this case quickly is good for your career, right?
- Okay, how about this?
It is in both of our best interest
if we catch this bomber as soon as possible.
Is that better?
- Yeah, a little.
- Good.
- Hey, they said Stacy and Evan are regulars.
They didn't notice anything out of the ordinary this morning,
and there are no cameras on the truck.
Well, looks like this bodega cam's our best bet.
Assuming it still works. - Only one way to find out.
- Each tape holds six hours. This is 6 a.m. to noon.
I'll be up at the register if you need me.
- Okay, thank you.
- All right, so running it back to...8:00?
There they are.
Did you just see that?
- Yep.
Guy just switched the bags. That's our bomber.
- So he must've been casing the courthouse.
Found a mule and then figured out their routine.
- No one would ever look at a five-year-old kid.
Question is, who is he? 30s, tall--
- I mean he's too covered up.
This isn't enough for facial rec.
I'm going to take it back.
Hold up.
Look there. It looks like a trident
branded into his left forearm.
- Yeah, he could be ex-navy, but let it play.
♪ ♪
His walk right there. He's trying to cover it up,
but that man's right leg is a prosthetic.
♪ ♪
- All right, your suspect is a white male.
Approximately 6'3", probably navy background,
and a prosthetic right leg. Let's go.
- VA just sent over medical records.
We've got 13 known navy vets under 40 in New York City
with a prosthetic right leg, but only one
is white and taller than 6'1".
- Yeah, yeah, yeah throw him up.
Okay, let's meet Ryan Davis. Visual comparison with
the footage of the bakery truck please.
- Looks like a match. - All right.
So what else do we know about this guy?
- Lieutenant Ryan Davis was a Navy Seal.
Honorably discharged with a Purple Heart
and currently rents a small house in Long Island City.
- All right Purple Heart or not, this guy used a kid
to set off his bomb. Call SWAT.
I want him brought in.
♪ ♪
- FBI!
- Let's go!
[indistinct chatter]
- Split T!
- Eyes up for tango.
- Clear!
- It's clear.
- Place barely looks lived in.
- Well, sometimes comfort can be hard
when you've gotten used to war.
- [screams]
- [groans]
[shots ricocheting]
[groans]
- Maggie, cover me. - I got you.
[man groans]
[overlapping shouting]
- [groans] - Take him out.
- Suspect is fleeing through the adjacent lot.
- Copy.
♪ ♪
- Let me see your hands, Lieutenant Davis.
Put them up. - Don't pretend you respect us.
- We're trying to help you,
but in order for us to do that, you need to help us first.
Tell us what you know.
Start with what you said
to my partner before I tackled you.
"Don't pretend that you respect us."
Who's us?
You're looking at four counts of murder.
Five if that boy that you planted that bomb
in his backpack dies.
The only way you're gonna live to see old age
is if you cooperate right now.
Fine. We'll do this one at a time then.
How do you know Aaron Walsh?
How do you know Patrick Carr?
How do you know Trey Dawkins?
- You just told us you do. Why don't you tell us how?
- I'm not saying another word until I speak with a lawyer.
- All right, so here's what we know so far.
According to our lab team, Trey Dawkins and Ryan Davis,
they set off chemically identical bombs.
And before he lawyered up, Davis, he seemed to
indicate that he knows Dawkins.
So we got two islands off the coast.
We need to know what makes them an archipelago.
You know, it's a group of islands that share
the same geological origin? Never mind.
Point is, Dawkins, Davis, what is their point of nexus?
Are they a part of some militia?
And if so, are there more bombs on the way?
- Well, they're from different service branches.
No social media interaction,
and phone records show they never even called each other.
- I think I got your archipelago, Jubal.
- Kelly Moran, go.
- Cross referenced Davis and Dawkins credit cards,
and they're both customers at the Garrison Lodge.
- What are we looking at?
- Well according to our database,
it's a members-only club for combat vets in Staten Island.
And ATF has it flagged as being under active surveillance.
- All right, I'm going to rendezvous with ATF,
wee what I can find out. - Yeah.
- The Garrison Lodge? Yeah, we've been up
on the place six months, but we still
got more questions than answers.
- What's the scope of your investigation?
- Well, it comes up tangentially
in the illegal gun market a lot.
Buyer gets caught with a fully automatic rifle,
he's a member. Rumors of trophy weapons
coming back from Iraq.
Picked them up in Staten Island.
Meaning someone inside the Lodge
is likely running guns, but we've had
zero luck getting an undercover inside.
- Why's that? - Place is too tight-knit.
We can't risk a raid.
Last thing we want to do is shoot it out Waco style
with a bunch of vets on a hunch.
- That would be a PR nightmare.
- Yeah, so the best we can give you right now
is access to our pole-cam feed and a roster of members.
- Okay, thank you,
and obviously we will reciprocate in any way we can.
- Hold on. - What?
- I know one of these names. - Someone we've worked?
- Chris Zapata, he's a friend of mine.
We served together in the 75th.
- You two stay in touch?
- Actually, we talked two weeks ago.
He got wrote up on a federal weapons charge.
I told him that I would call the AUSA
and vouch for his character. Stuff like that.
- Good. Well then, he needs a favor.
Use it. Get what we need.
- Okay, just so you know, I think Chris
is still adjusting now that he's back on the home front.
- Okay. - And the weapons charge,
he said that he bought an M4 because it felt weird
not to have a service weapon nearby.
- I mean, I can only imagine how difficult
it would be to reacclimate. - But he's a good man.
The closest thing I've ever met to a real life American hero.
Chris.
- [laughs]
- What's up, buddy? How are you?
- Good.
- This is Maggie Bell, my partner.
- Hey, nice to meet you. - Same.
- Partner, huh? This FBI business?
- It is.
I know I told you that I would help you
with, uh, that M4 possessions charge,
but something came up.
Something we need your help with.
It should help us get those charges dropped.
- Sounds good.
- We need to know about the Lodge.
- Like what?
- For starters, what goes on inside.
Trey Dawkins was a member. He blew up the IRS building.
We just picked up another member, Ryan Davis.
He's responsible for the federal courthouse bombing.
- Damn, man, that's uh--
I mean it's a bar, OA. You know, guys just drinking.
Venting their frustrations about how bad it feels
to get chewed up and spit out by the service.
- Yeah, like the barracks.
- That's exactly what it's like.
- You get me inside?
- I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but no.
It's not a country club where you can
just show up with a guest.
The place only has 85 members, and everyone's checked out
before they get an invite.
They'll sniff you out as an outsider a mile away.
- Outsider? I'm a vet. - You a Fed.
- What about Davis and Dawkins? Do you know them very well?
- Uh, a little. They mostly kept to themselves.
- Did you see them speaking with anyone?
- The only person ever I saw them hang out with
was the owner. - You know the owner's name?
- All right, so Nick Hawthorne,
owner and bartender of The Garrison Lodge
is a former college debate champ.
Army major, spent 24 months in Iraq
without ever leaving the green zone.
And most importantly, the recipient
of several phone calls from both Dawkins and Davis
in the weeks leading up to each bombing.
- Sounds like an armchair general to me.
- Well, yeah, based on the phone calls,
that might be exactly what we're looking at.
What if Hawthorne had an axe to grind
with the federal government? You know, passed over
for a promotion. Wanted to be a general.
And he's recruiting struggling vets from his bar
to do his dirty work for him.
- Yeah, the only problem is the phone calls themself
aren't actually proof of a crime.
- But they're good enough for a warrant.
Let's talk to this guy. We need information.
- Yeah.
- Nick Hawthorne, FBI, we got a warrant
to search the premises.
- I guess you better come inside.
Mind if I ask what this is about?
- Got you on record taking dozens of calls
from Trey Dawkins and Ryan Davis.
- What happened to Davis?
- He bombed the federal courthouse.
- I see.
- You don't seem that surprised.
- Well, I'm not.
Both those guys were really struggling.
- And they came to you for advice?
- Yeah, we're friends.
Whole reason I opened the Lodge is so guys like that
would have some place to go. - Guys like what?
- Vets...who are tired of the piss poor,
patchwork help they've gotten since coming home.
Tired of the lack of respect. And do you two
have any idea how many homeless vets there are?
How many are struggling with substance abuse and PTSD?
And it's not exactly like Jane and Johnny Libtard care.
There are a lot of ex-soldiers who are rightfully angry.
- What about you?
- No more so than average.
Then again, I'm not starving or having my wages garnished
by the IRS like Dawkins.
And I don't have three platoon mates
who are staring down prison time for stealing
opioids from the VA after some navy doc
got him hooked on that crap in the first place.
- Are you saying you condone attacking government buildings?
- Doesn't matter what I condone.
Violence is an individual choice,
but I doubt the bombings will stop until
some systemic wrongs have been righted.
- Scola.
- What did we find? - Nothing.
- What do you mean nothing? - I mean nothing.
No bomb residue, no chemicals. Not even a handgun.
- What about the computer? - Clean.
Might as well be the demo computer at Best Buy.
- Okay, well check the place one more time.
I'm gonna head to the office.
- Guy definitely thinks
he's the smartest kid in the class.
- Yeah, well let's show him that he's not.
- I heard we came up empty at Nick Hawthorne's.
- Uh, yeah, but Tiff and Scola both came back
convinced that Hawthorne is the brains behind the bombings.
- Okay. Good, let's, uh, chase that.
- That's the plan.
Yeah, we're trying to get inside the bar.
- Look, Isobel, I'm a--I'm not trying to--
I'm not playing games here.
Okay? What's good for me is good for you.
We're a team.
- Well, I appreciate that.
- But do you believe it?
- OA--
- You wanted to see me? -Yes, please. Have a seat.
We need to get eyes and ears inside the Lodge.
- I agree, but according to ATF
that's almost impossible, right?
- Which is why we need to use your friend, Chris Zapata.
- Using Chris isn't a good idea.
- He is our only option. - I understand that, Isobel,
but the thing about Chris is that he is--
Struggling. Readjusting to civilian life,
if you know what I mean.
- I get it, OA, I do, but we need him.
Okay? If he chooses to cooperate,
I will do everything I can
to get his weapons charge dismissed.
- If he cooperates?
He already has given us information.
He has already cooperated.
He's already helped us.
That should be enough to drop the charges.
- It's not enough.
It might reduce the charges or lessen the sentence,
but the US Attorney's Office isn't
just gonna dismiss this case.
OA, if he is struggling, spending time in prison--
any time in prison--is only going to make things worse.
This is a win-win.
- Then I will, uh, try and sell it to him.
- Wasn't expecting you two so soon.
If I knew you guys were coming
I would've thrown away the pizza boxes.
- We've been looking into Nick Hawthorne
based on what you told us about Dawkins and Davis.
We think that he's been taking advantage of them.
- How? - Well by feeding
into their anger and then sending them on patriotic
missions to strike against places where vets
have been mistreated. But we cannot be certain
of that until we get somebody inside the Lodge.
- No, no. I'm not a snitch, and the Lodge is the only place
in this country I feel at home right now.
And Hawthorne's a good guy. - Mm.
Show him the picture.
- We've not released that to the public yet,
but one of the victims was at the courthouse
was a little kid on his way to the lobby daycare.
Davis put a bomb into his backpack--
we believe because Hawthorne ordered it.
And good guys do not hurt kids right, Chris?
- Yeah, OA told me the story on the way over here.
Said that one time in Mosul you charged into
a burning school bus filled with kids before it exploded.
- Wasn't their fault the neighbors were insurgents.
Hawthorne did this? - Mm-hmm.
- Okay, look, I know he's trying to help vets,
but this is not the right way to do it.
- All right, I'm in.
Tell me what I need to do.
- You ready?
- Come on, bro. I think I can handle a recon.
- All right. This is your earpiece.
I'm gonna be in your ear the whole time.
All right? This is a button cam.
We'll be able to see everything you can see.
- Okay.
- Now why don't you explain to me the layout of this place?
- All right, bar in the front. There's a hallway
that leads to the latrine and kitchen in the back.
- Simple.
This is magnetic. Your job is to stick it
anywhere in the bar so that we can hear and see
whoever Hawthorne is grooming next.
- Got it.
- What's that, Chris? Huh? What is this?
- Dude, dude, I told you, this is a place where people carry.
- No, that is all the more reason why you cannot
take a Glock in there, you understand?
This is police work, not war. Okay?
Your mission is to go in there and have a drink,
plant the bug, and get out.
[tense music]
- Copy.
♪ ♪
- He's packing? - Yep.
One thing you need to know about Chris, Maggie,
is that he does not have an off switch.
Which is really good when you're in battle
but when you're not--
you know that bus full of kids that he saved in Iraq?
- Yeah. - Okay, the other half
of that story is that my unit spent the next two months
hunting down every insurgent
responsible for planting those bombs.
- Okay. - One of those insurgents
that Chris was hunting down just, uh--just disappeared.
- Okay. - Yeah.
- We'll keep a close eye on him.
- Yeah, we have to.
He just brought a Glock to do recon.
- Which he doesn't have in his possession anymore.
Like I said, keep an eye on him.
There he is.
- Just saying, it was out there for days, man.
- What's up, fellas?
- Mm-hmm. How you doing, man?
[rock music playing]
♪ ♪
- What are you drinking, soldier?
- Triple bourbon, rocks. - That means business.
- Dawkins? Yeah, he was there
for the last six months,
and, uh, then he was gone. Yeah.
What a character, that guy. - Roger.
- Yeah, no kidding.
♪ ♪
- Great. - Good.
- Something wrong tonight, Zapata?
- I mean, when isn't it? - [laughs]
I don't know.
You just always struck me as more of a beer guy.
- Yeah, well, I usually am, but I got a tax bill
for 18 grand today that I don't have, so...
kind of makes you understand why Dawkins
blew up that IRS building, doesn't it?
- He's coming in way too hard.
- It's okay. Just let it play out.
It's good if he does a little fishing.
We might get something useful.
- I guess so.
Take it easy with that, would ya?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- He's gonna get himself burned.
I'm gonna pull him out.
Chris, let's stop going for extra credit.
Let's call it a night, man.
♪ ♪
- What? Where is he going? - What are you doing, Chris?
You planted the bug. Let's get out of there.
♪ ♪
- Yeah, imagine so, huh?
- Want me to grab that? [indistinct conversation]
♪ ♪
- Yeah, we already sent the word out, you know?
- The hell you doing, soldier? - I want in.
- To what? - Fight.
I saw the news about Davis before I came over.
He bombed that federal courthouse.
And I know you were close with Dawkins.
Look, I'm tired of being treated like mud
on the bottom of some bureaucrat's shoe.
- Look, Zapata, whatever you think's happening,
you're wrong.
Get this moron out of here. - I'm not a moron, Nick.
- Oh, come on, Maggie. - Just hold on, hold on.
- I did a decade as an Army Ranger.
- Then you outta be smart enough
to know this doesn't concern you.
Get him out of here. - Time to go, Zapata.
- I'll get him out. - Oh, wait. Don't.
You're gonna blow the case.
[grunting]
They're not gonna kill him.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- You okay? - I'm all right.
- What the hell were you thinking, man?
- FBI has a bunch of facial rec stuff, right?
Big Brother and all of that? - Yeah.
- Figured as much.
So now you got a nice pic of the three guys
Hawthorne was meeting with in that kitchen.
Use it.
- Yeah, so here's our burly Lodge linebacker duo.
- Looks like Hawthorne's muscle.
- Yeah exactly, but the question is,
who is this mystery man?
- The facial rec comes back to a Victor Maxwell.
- Okay, he spent time in the service.
- Yes, was a lieutenant, served in Iraq,
responsible for disarming IEDs.
And based on their army HQ deployment calendars,
Maxwell would've overlapped with Hawthorne for six months
at the Baghdad Hilton in 2014.
- You know, everything about Nick Hawthorne's profile
screams strategist, but there's nothing that indicates
he can actually make a bomb. Where is he now?
- According to this, Maxwell was living in Ohio
up until two months ago, where his wife
filed for divorce in Cuyahoga County.
He's now living in a residential motel
in Staten Island, just south of Bulls Head.
- All right, you all want to pay this motel a visit?
We'll send you the address.
[tense music]
- FBI!
♪ ♪
- You smell that?
- Rotting fruit. It's gotta be APEX.
♪ ♪
FBI, do not move. - He said, don't move.
- Or I light these acetone peroxide crystals and we--
- Put the lighter and the beaker down now,
or I will shoot you. - Think about this, Victor.
You're a scientist, not a martyr.
- I'm going to give you to the count of three.
One...
two...
Down.
Turn around.
- Put your hands behind your back.
Victor Maxwell, you're under arrest.
♪ ♪
- We got a problem. Based on the detritus inside,
it looks like Maxwell made four bombs.
Dawkins and Davis each used one,
plus the one we found here, but that's only three.
- Which means the last bomb is in the wind.
- Take a look.
I want you to see what the jury's gonna see
in six months, when I ask for the death penalty.
- What, do they teach you that line at Quantico?
- No, they teach us to establish rapport,
but I don't have time for that because I need to know
who has the next bomb.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Who does? Nick Hawthorne?
We have you on tape in his bar last night.
- So what?
You never visited your friend at work?
- Where is the bomb, Maxwell? - I told you,
I don't know what you're talking about.
- Enjoy your lethal injection.
- What is this, good cop, bad cop?
Which one are you?
- Neither.
I'm just a guy who's going to ask you a few more questions
because you seem so intent on wasting my partner's time.
And I understand why you're angry.
- Why am I angry?
- My first summer after West Point,
I did Beast Barracks with a crew of about 20 guys.
It was hell, but we were close like brothers.
I imagine you know what I'm talking about.
For about 16 hours a day, as you know,
we would clean latrines or clean our rifles.
Do PT under thousand-degree heat.
It was one of the most difficult things
any of us had ever done, but it gave us this bond that...
That we thought would last forever.
I'm 34 years old.
I'm supposed to be in the prime of my life,
and five of those guys are already dead.
They were killed in war.
And three of them are struggling so much
with civilian life, they can't even hold on
to regular jobs.
So I understand why you're angry.
Some bureaucrat refusing to help my struggling friends
would piss me off too. It does piss me off.
And they don't understand everything we've sacrificed
to keep them free.
- Exactly.
Which is why people need to be reminded
that signing up for the army is dangerous.
- Absolutely.
What's the next target?
[dramatic music]
- [clears throat]
You'll see soon enough. - Where's the bomb, Maxwell?
- I'm done talking, and I want a lawyer.
♪ ♪
- Not much to go on.
- I'm gonna check in with Scola and Tiff,
see what they know.
- What do you know about your neighbor, Mr. Maxwell?
- Well, he's only lived here a few months.
He--he goes to the grocery store on Thursdays,
likes to watch sports on TV at night.
- Has he had any visitors? - Almost none.
That--well, except for yesterday.
- What happened yesterday?
- A young man came over to visit.
- Can you describe him to us?
- Uh, was a white guy wearing a baseball hat,
probably in his 30s. Then he left with a backpack.
- Any chance you happen to see
what kind of car the young man was driving?
- All right, here we go, people.
We're looking for a gray Chevy Silverado.
- Cross-referencing the ATF Lodge roster
with DMV records shows me two Silverados.
- Do either of them look like
they belong to Hawthorne's muscle?
- No, I've got the owners listed as Josh Taylor
and Dante Cross. - Okay, the witness said
that Maxwell's visitor's a white guy in his 30s.
Tell me about Joshua Taylor.
- According to his rap sheet, Taylor picked up
an assault charge at a recruitment center
in Bensonhurst last month.
- Maxwell told me that people need to be reminded
that signing up for the army is dangerous.
- What if the recruitment center
is Hawthorne's next target?
- Where's Taylor now? - His phone just pinged
out a tower on 14th Ave and 65th Street.
That's only six blocks from the recruitment center.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Scola, we got a suspect.
♪ ♪
- Scola, my 12.
Josh Taylor, FBI.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- This bomb is live. - How much time?
- Uh, 25 seconds.
- How do you disarm this? - I don't know.
- The dumpster?
- It's better than here. Go!
♪ ♪
Come on.
♪ ♪
[groans]
♪ ♪
- Hey, just talked to the U.S. attorney's office.
They're still working to see if Taylor and Maxwell
are willing to flip on their leader, Hawthorne.
- Any progress so far?
- No, they are doing the loyal soldier thing,
protecting their commanding officer.
- Oh, there's nothing wrong with being loyal
to your commanding officer.
- Uh, well, the good news is that we have the bombmaker
in custody and we officially have all of the explosives
accounted for, so we won.
- Hey, guys, we have a problem.
ATF pole cam showed your friend, Chris Zapata,
pulling into the Lodge parking lot.
He's still sitting in his truck, but--
[tense music]
- What the hell is he doing? - He's completing his mission.
When I told him we got his weapons charges dropped,
he asked me about Hawthorne. I told him we didn't
have enough to arrest him.
That didn't make him very happy.
- Okay, who else is in the bar right now?
- Right now, just Hawthorne. - Call him.
- Tell him to lock the doors and to hide anywhere
before Chris gets out of that truck.
Let's go.
- Chris, it's OA. Call me back, man.
Okay, whatever you're thinking about doing, please do not.
Just call me.
JOC said that Hawthorne isn't picking up
the bar line, either.
- Guys, Zapata just stepped out of his truck,
and he's carrying a pistol. - Copy that.
We're almost there. Hold on.
- Hey, he just entered the bar.
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- Turn around. - Zapata?
- Turn around!
- What are you doing, man?
- I'm going to do this on camera.
- What are you doing, Chris, huh?
- Like you said. You guys need evidence
to send this scumbag to jail.
- No, not like this, man. Not like this.
- You gave me a mission, Captain.
I'm going to finish it.
So now you got three seconds to admit on camera
that you ordered Davis and Dawkins
to bomb those buildings,
or you'll end up like those people in that courthouse.
Three... - No.
- Two! - Chris, Chris--
Chris, hey, hey, I need you to put the gun down.
I need you to stop for a second and think, okay?
- He's playing chess with broken pawns.
- You think it's my fault
those guys took justice into their own hands?
No!
Dawkins hated the IRS and Davis hated the legal system
because over and over again, our country's institutions
turned their backs on them,
ignored them.
You're fighting for a system that could care less
about guys like us, man. Those soldiers were in pain.
- It's a soldier's job to eat the pain.
- No it's not, Chris.
All right? No, it's not, okay?
And it's not your job to take down Hawthorne all by yourself.
So put the gun down, and if you do that,
we can walk back from this.
You can still live a good life, man.
Put your gun down, soldier.
[screams]
No, no, no, no.
He's dead.
[sighs]
- OA, um...
how'd it go at the hospital?
- Uh, they have Chris in a psychiatric hold for now,
and he's still staring down
a murder or a manslaughter charge.
- I am sorry.
Listen, I know that this is, uh, not the best time
to discuss all this, but we--we have to talk
about what goes in your official report.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- I mean your informant shot a suspect,
and we have to be thoughtful in how we explain that.
- You're not asking me to pretend
that we didn't know he was struggling, are you?
Isobel, Chris shot Hawthorne because we weaponized him,
because we took advantage of a struggling vet
against my objection to help us solve a case.
And now my friend's going to jail.
- OA, we did what we had to do to keep people safe.
That is our job.
- You're gonna get your report tomorrow morning,
and it'll say everything it needs to say, but I...
I don't think either of us deserve much sleep tonight.
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