[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Hey, Mike, come here a sec, will you?
I wanna introduce you.
Hey, Congressman Curtis Grange.
I rep New York's st.
So you know this guy's
personally responsible
for keeping our agency funded, right?
Nice to meet you, Congressman.
- You a big fan of hockey?
- Absolutely.
My son and I, we've had Rangers tickets
for the last three years.
That's him over there
in the puffer coat.
- [CHUCKLES]
- Pretty sure you're both
gonna end up disappointed by the play
- you see today, though.
- Not a chance.
I mean, when you're cheering
for real-life American heroes,
ICE vs. The DEA?
I brought a film crew
to get some footage
for my next campaign.
Don't take this the wrong way,
but I'd prefer not end up
in a campaign commercial.
You're not proud of
protecting America, Agent?
I'm just more of a
keep my head down
and do my job kind of...
[g*nf*re]
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
All right, folks, listen up.
minutes prior to face-off at a
charity hockey game this morning,
a sn*per opened fire
and put two rounds into
ICE Agent Mike Mulder's chest.
Anyone else sh*t? Other agents?
So it sounds like the sh**t
sprayed b*ll*ts
for another seconds or so,
hit a few other agents, minor injuries,
scared some hotshot
congressman that was there,
and that was it. The sh**ting stopped.
So what about the sh**t?
Anybody see anything?
- Getaway car?
- Nothing, nothing yet.
Okay, so we're thinking
Agent Mulder was targeted?
Given the fact that he was the first one
who was sh*t and the only one
who was k*lled,
that's the working theory.
The sh**t clearly took his time
to carefully line up
the sh*ts on Mulder.
OA and Tiffany
are on their way to the scene.
In the meantime,
we need to start digging
into potential reasons Mulder
would've been targeted, yeah?
It doesn't appear to be
financially motivated, boss.
This guy's got zeroed out credit cards
and a nearly paid-off mortgage.
All right, let's check
into Mulder's cases.
Any threats that might
have been made, et cetera.
Someone just sh*t
a federal agent, folks.
It's time to get to work.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
- Detective Jackson?
- Yes, sir.
Where are we with injuries?
EMT's taken care of everything.
And the deceased?
M.E.'s are waiting for you
to your sign-off.
Okay, any witnesses
have eyes on the sh**t?
- No.
- What about footage?
Just the film footage from the
congressman, and his film crew.
Congressman Grange,
Special Agent Omar Zidan.
Congressman and his son.
Ethan.
Nice to meet you. How you doing?
Okay, it's just my first time
being around
an actual g*n that got fired.
It's a lot.
I remember the first time I saw
one get fired at West Point.
It's okay to be spooked.
I've always wanted to be an FBI agent.
It sounds like a cool job.
It is.
Congressman, thank you
for sticking around.
Zidan, huh?
Your family from Middle East?
- Dad, you can't ask that.
- It's okay.
Yes, we are, and we're from Queens.
How can I help you?
Well, either way, I'm glad
someone finally got here at least.
I'm sorry?
Just my first time in the midst
of a leftist as*ault
on American patriots.
I was kind of expecting my own
government to get here quicker.
Well, Congressman,
I can assure you that this one
has our full attention,
but it is too soon to be sure
who's responsible for this.
But Detective Jackson said you
guys might have some footage?
Yeah, we were just doing
a camera set-up plan
when the sh**ting started.
We swung around and grabbed
some of the aftermath.
We'll make sure you get
all the video we've got.
I appreciate it.
Anything else you guys wanna
tell me about what happened?
Yeah, this country is
changing in unacceptable ways.
I'm gonna make sure the cowards
who did this are brought to justice.
I've got powerful friends.
Of course.
It's okay.
♪
Hey.
- Everything okay?
- Yeah.
I think I just heard the beginning
of some congressman's stump speech.
"This country is changing
in unacceptable ways."
Grange, right? Yeah.
He's always on those
political news shows,
ranting about liberals.
Ah, that's why you diverted yourself
to the evidence zone so quickly.
Exactly.
His kid seems all right, though.
All right, what are we looking at?
Well, we've got a bloody
through-and-through
on this sign right here that
I'm waiting on ERT to extract,
but... actually,
can you do me a favor
and stand on this X?
Yeah.
What are we thinking?
Okay, well, Mulder's about ' ",
and both these sh*ts hit him
right below his sternum,
so I'd say our sh**t was
in that building over there.
♪
- Clear.
- Clear.
The air vent definitely provides
a direct line of sight to the rink.
Although if this guy was here,
he left the scene pretty clean.
Or did he?
sn*per shells can eject pretty far.
Pretty damn far.
Tough to get everything
when you're in a hurry.
- Hey, Jubal?
- Yeah.
Ballistics just came back
on that shell casing OA found.
Oh, good. Anything interesting?
Well, according to the lab,
it's a Lapua . ,
which is kind of like the little
black dress of sn*per b*ll*ts.
- Every closet has one?
- Yeah, exactly.
But the good news is,
this one's a wildcat,
which means it was custom-modified
to spin faster and fly truer.
Any chance we can tell who did the mods?
Yeah, maybe.
A*F started a pilot program last fall
buying boutique a*mo from g*n shows.
If we can match the measurements
and the engravings
on the shell casing OA found
to something in their database, we...
Okay, yeah, I think we got something.
Thank God for agency reciprocity.
Looks like the mods were done
by a local gunsmith
named Jim Weaver.
Works out of his garage
in Staten Island.
FBI! We'd like to talk!
[ENERGETIC ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
♪
[MUSIC STOPS]
- What the hell?
- Jim Weaver, FBI.
- FBI?
- That is us.
And it would definitely be
in everyone's best interest
if you'd set the w*apon down,
Mr. Weaver.
What's this about?
We need your help locating a suspect.
Guy m*rder*d an ICE agent
with one of your Lapua . wildcats.
[SCOFFS] Help? No.
I got no interest
in joining Crime Stoppers.
You know, it's illegal to bore
the serial number off of a g*n?
In a country where you can
build an U*i with online parts,
you're gonna bust me
for a serial number?
Carries a $ , fine
and up to six months in federal prison.
Up to you.
♪
Well, when you put it that way...
♪
I got a customer Rolodex
in that metal lockbox
full of receipts.
On the card, I write down
what kind of a*mo they purchased.
♪
So if we narrow it down
to the last three months,
we're looking at eight different people
who have purchased
Weaver's . wildcats,
but only one of them has a Facebook wall
full of "abolish ICE" posts
and angry screeds
about the right-leaning
direction of the country.
Bradley Baker, Esquire.
Okay, tell me more
about this Brad Baker.
Went to law school at UVA
on an ROTC scholarship
followed by years in the JAG Corps
where he received outstanding marks
for marksmanship during basic training.
So he's a lawyer?
Who apparently has a political axe
to grind with ICE agents
and is good with a r*fle.
Let's track this guy down.
Where is Baker now?
Phone's pinging at the legal clinic
- he runs in Greenpoint.
- Bring him in.
Yes, ma'am.
♪
[BELL JINGLES]
FBI. Where's Brad Baker?
He's in a meeting right now.
He said no interruptions
- Brad Baker!
- Hey, freeze!
What's going on?
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[ENGINE RUMBLES]
Stop the bike, Brad!
Jubal, Baker's fleeing north
on a late-model Triumph motorcycle
wearing a brown leather jacket.
[SIGHS]
Baker got away.
Left his phone.
Interesting luggage for a lawyer.
♪
A couple pistols
and a bolt-action MRAD sn*per r*fle.
That's our guy.
♪
All right people, listen up.
Our suspect Brad Baker
has slipped the pocket
on his Triumph motorcycle.
License plate -XX- .
He can't have gone too far
so let's put a BOLO out on that bike.
Let's run his credit cards.
Let's scour the grid
before his trail goes cold.
Kelly, give me traffic cams.
Absolutely, rolling back
the time six minutes
and... okay.
- He headed south.
- Uh-huh.
Still south.
Turns east onto rd Street...
Hey, Jubal, got something.
According to public real estate records,
Baker's dad owns
a massive warehouse in Gowanus.
Yeah?
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Mr. Baker!
It's the FBI.
We know you're in here.
♪
Hands up!
I'm unarmed! Don't sh**t!
- Bradley Baker?
- Yes.
We're gonna need you to come with us.
Yes, of course.
♪
You're a smart guy, Brad,
so I'm gonna cut right to it.
Somebody sh*t into a crowd
of federal agents
this morning at a hockey game.
sh**t was across the street.
Set up like a sn*per and opened fire.
An ICE agent, Mike Mulder, was k*lled,
along with others who were injured.
When the FBI went to go speak with you,
you jumped on your motorcycle,
and you took off.
Which tells us
that you're probably involved.
I have no idea
what you're talking about.
No?
We pulled an MRAD sn*per r*fle
from your closet,
a g*n that is more than capable
of picking off a target long distance.
I grew up with a lot of g*ns.
I've been a competitive sharp sh**t
since I was years old.
Not weird for me to have a r*fle.
The sh**t fired a custom batch
of Lapua . wildcat b*ll*ts.
They were purchased from
a local g*n dealer, Jim Weaver.
You know him, right?
Look, I know what you're doing, okay?
Yeah? What are we doing?
I sat on the other side of this table
for four years in the JAG Corps,
laid out cases the exact
same way, but I am not...
According to your Facebook posts,
you don't like ICE agents
very much, do you?
I'm looking at one right here that says
"They're glorified thugs
that tear families apart for no reason."
Of course, I don't like ICE agents.
I run a legal clinic
that fights deportation cases,
but that doesn't make me a k*ller.
Then why'd you run
when we came to arrest you?
I think I want to talk to my lawyer
before I answer that question.
I'm gonna call the U.S. Attorney
and let them know
that Baker is lawyering up.
Good. What do you think?
I think if he was innocent,
he would've reacted with more shock.
Yeah, I agree.
And when we get ballistics
back on his sn*per r*fle,
I think this case will be a slam dunk.
Uh, not so sure about that.
You guys are gonna wanna see this.
Do you guys remember Curtis Grange,
the congressman that witnessed
the sh**ting this morning?
Yeah, of course, he's already
made a half dozen calls
to D.C. trying to force us
to close the case faster.
Well, that's not the only
thing he has been up to today.
He just posted a new
fundraising video online,
and the setting is gonna look familiar.
I'm Congressman Curtis Grange
of New York's st District.
Today I was standing on this very spot
when I witnessed a tragedy.
A cowardly leftist who was trying
to destroy the integrity
that has made this country
so great for so long opened fire
on a group of American patriots,
wounding four federal agents,
all because they had the temerity
to enforce our country's borders.
Think about that.
This is gonna keep happening
until America takes out the trash.
Okay, well, obviously, this commercial
is in poor taste, but don't we already
have access to this footage?
The tape came in minutes ago.
Intake did a preliminary scrub
of the video
and deemed it a low priority
because it didn't give us
a glimpse of the sh**t,
but all we had to do was listen
harder than we were looking.
Go ahead.
- [g*nf*re]
- [PEOPLE SCREAMING]
- [g*nshots]
- Right there.
Pop, pop, pop.
You hear that b*llet rhythm?
Mm-hmm.
Three quick sh*ts of sn*per fire
essentially right on top of each other.
Which is impossible to do
with the bolt-action r*fle
that we took from
Baker's closet this afternoon.
It takes time to rechamber.
Okay, but doesn't
the MRAD fire a . shell?
So do a lot of sn*per r*fles
and most semiautomatics.
So what are we thinking, that Baker had
a second sn*per r*fle
tucked away somewhere?
Or he's telling the truth
and someone else
was the sh**t today
at the hockey game.
Hey, the sn*per just sh*t
an immigration Judge
on the courthouse lawn
at th and Archer.
Two sh*ts in the sternum.
Same M.O. as Mulder.
So first an ICE Agent,
now an immigration judge?
They have to be connected.
Which means we're looking
at a spree sh**t,
and it's not the guy we have in custody.
[SIGHS]
♪
The deceased is Teresa Alvarez.
years old, federal judge,
sh*t twice in the chest from the rooftop
of that building right there.
You already found the sn*per's nest?
Fast, I know,
but the station took a call
about some suspicious activity
on the rooftop.
Responders were already en route
when the sh**ting went down.
Did anyone get a good look
at the sh**t?
No, guy was wearing a hooded jacket.
And obviously, the first squad car
was diverted toward the vic.
But we did manage to recover this.
Those look like . wildcats to me.
Are you some kind of ballistics expert?
No, this is just the second
time we have seen these today.
Okay, I need your team
to pull any footage
you guys have of the rooftop
where the sh**t was posted up
and then start canvassing
the neighborhood.
Alvarez's clerk, Vince,
is waiting on you two
inside the courthouse.
Kid was with her when it happened.
He's pretty shook up.
Thank you.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
Vince?
I'm Agent Wallace. This is Agent Zidan.
Is it all right
if we ask you a few questions?
Okay, we understand
that you were with the judge
when she was sh*t today?
Yeah, I was walking right beside her,
carrying her briefcase, this briefcase.
Then I heard these two loud pops and...
Dove for cover like a coward.
You're not a coward, Vince, okay?
That's normal human behavior.
But listen, were you aware
of any recent threats
made against Judge Alvarez?
Yeah, she's an immigration judge.
Half the days we come to court,
there's someone waiting to yell at us.
But the crazy thing about today
is this isn't even
our regular courthouse.
- What do you mean?
- Our chambers are across town.
The judge was a last-minute sub
for an off-docket deportation panel.
We weren't even supposed to be here.
And her presence
wasn't public knowledge?
No, I only just put it
in her personal calendar this morning.
Why? Does that matter?
Well, it depends.
If this is just another
"wrong place, wrong time,"
then it doesn't matter,
but if our judge was targeted,
then our sh**t
may have been surveilling her.
We're gonna need access to her computer,
her phone, tablet,
actually, anything
that connects to the internet.
This is her laptop.
Okay. Thank you.
So yeah, Tiff and OA are right.
Alvarez's calendar is infected
with some kind of
Trojan horse tracking virus.
So Judge Alvarez was actually a target.
Can we use it to identify
where the virus came from
or who the sh**t is?
In a perfect world, yes,
but the IP address is masked by a VPN,
so all we can say for sure
is that our guy is good with computers.
Okay, that's... That's something, right?
All right, so we know we're looking
for a tech-savvy sh**t
who's got issues
with both Mulder and Alvarez.
That narrows it down a bit.
Don't forget the possible
connection to Brad Baker.
That's right.
I'm on it, and cross referencing
Mulder's arrests with Alvarez's docket
gives me points of overlap,
which... hey, this looks interesting.
This is Oscar Rodriguez.
He's a coder at Data Tech Innovations.
Mm, so we know he's tech-savvy.
And his parents were arrested
by Mulder six months ago,
and then Judge Alvarez
deported them back to El Salvador.
Okay, so we know
he's angry at the system,
but thousands of people
are deported every day.
It's gotta be something more
to motivate a spree sh**ting.
I think it might have something
to do with what happened next.
This is an AP wire report
that came out of San Salvador
six weeks ago.
Apparently, Oscar's parents
were found dead in a ditch.
sh*t up by local MS- .
Ooh, well, as tragic
as that is, that is motive.
Does Oscar know Brad Baker?
They're friends,
at least according to Facebook.
Bring him in.
- FBI!
- Federal agents!
[TENSE MUSIC]
- Point up!
- Pull a right!
Drawing room clear!
Clear.
Clear.
Well, looks like this is where Oscar's
been spending most of his time.
Got Oscar's laptop here.
Let's get it to CART.
I've got draft letters
of angry petitions
to New York senators,
and LexisNexis articles
on deportation law.
All of the things that you would
expect to see from someone
who has been fighting the system.
♪
Hey, Tiff, take a look at this picture.
Isn't that Baker with Oscar?
Yep.
♪
"I promise, Oscar, whatever it takes
"to get through this pain, we'll do it
"so the two of us can have
the future together we deserve."
I think Baker and Oscar
are more than just Facebook friends.
Found this in Oscar's apartment.
I'm assuming that's your handwriting?
You don't have to answer that.
Yeah, it's my handwriting.
So when you wrote
that you'll do "whatever it takes
to get through this,"
you were talking about
helping Oscar k*ll people?
I already told you people before,
I'm not a k*ller.
Just a guy who buys high-powered r*fles
and specialty amm*nit*on for fun?
Why'd you run?
Because seconds before
the FBI barged into my office,
I heard a breaking news report
that Mulder had been sh*t,
and I panicked.
Because you knew it was Oscar.
Don't say anything you're
going to regret here, Brad.
No, it's okay, Phil.
They know it's him now.
Do you have any idea what it was like?
Watching Oscar go through this?
Enlighten us.
Mike Mulder and his storm troopers
pulled Oscar's parents out of their bed
in the middle of the night
after years of living in this country
all because Oscar's dad
got a speeding ticket
and ended up on some list.
- So you fight it in court.
- We tried.
But we kept running headlong
into this...
Conservative activist judge, Alvarez.
She sent Oscar's parents back
to the same country
they fled decades ago.
They sh*t his parents
and left them in a ditch like dogs.
So this is when
the revenge plot started?
I don't know. I didn't plot it.
Yeah, but you knew about it.
I know that's when the
quiet man I love grew angry.
I also know I came home
one day last week
and found one of my g*ns missing.
A semiautomatic sn*per r*fle
and lots of a*mo.
- Did you report it?
- No.
I just pretended like
I didn't notice it was gone.
Brad, that makes you responsible
for the deaths of Mulder and Alvarez.
I didn't want this to happen.
After the first g*n went missing,
I moved the rest to my office.
Then prove it by giving us
a lead that we can work with here, Brad.
Because if you don't,
you're staring down
an accessory to m*rder charge.
Okay, is there... Is there anyone else
that you know that he blames for this?
Or... or a hideout
that maybe he's gone off to?
Look, if I knew where he was,
I would tell you
because I don't think he's gonna stop.
But you have to find him another way.
Then that's what we'll do.
We're gonna send you down
to MDC for booking.
All right, so unfortunately,
other than a lot of shared rage,
it looks like Oscar
mostly kept his boyfriend
Baker in the dark,
so how do we find him?
And if we can't find Oscar,
let's try and find his next target.
- What about Oscar's laptop?
- Yeah, what do you mean?
I mean, we found the Trojan horse
on Alvarez's computer, but we
didn't know who the sender was
because he used a VPN,
but if Oscar is the sender,
and we have his computer,
wouldn't there be some evidence
on the hard drive?
I'm assuming it's wiped.
You wouldn't want to leave
easy access to malware.
Whoa.
What? You got something?
If I'm reading this right, yeah.
Oscar initially sent two copies
of the virus.
One to Mulder, one to Alvarez,
but then recently he fired off
a third to Congressman Grange.
That makes sense.
With all of his "taking out the trash,"
- anti-immigration rhetoric.
- Yeah.
All right, folks, it looks like
we found our next target.
We need to find Congressman Grange.
Hey, according to Oscar's tracker,
Grange and his kid are being interviewed
by a journalist right now
at their home in Brooklyn.
Get over there now.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Congressman Grange!
We need you
to get back inside right now.
- Zidan, right?
- Correct.
We met yesterday, but we
need you to get back inside.
- We have reason to believe...
- [g*nsh*t]
Get down! Get down!
[g*nf*re]
♪
[TENSE MUSIC]
Okay. Thank you.
Anything?
No sign of the sh**t,
but I found these casings.
Looks like he climbed down
this fire escape
at the rear of the building.
Okay, we're setting up containment now
for whatever it's worth,
see if we can find anything.
- How's Congressman Grange?
- It was a flesh wound.
He'll survive.
So who in the hell is sh**ting at me?
Suspect's name is Oscar Rodriguez.
His parents were deported by ICE
and then k*lled six weeks later
in El Salvador.
And he blames me for this somehow?
Not his parents who came here
illegally in the first place?
Well, maybe you can ask him
once we find him,
but for now, we need to concentrate.
You don't know where Oscar Rodriguez is.
No, which is why we'd like
to provide protective detail
to you while we continue our hunt.
And so you want Zidan here
to be my bodyguard?
Agent Zidan will run point, yes.
That's fine, but I'm not gonna hide
like some beta back bencher
who's afraid of a fight.
What does that mean?
I have to give a speech
to a VIP meet and greet
this afternoon in Tribeca
at the Holland Terrace rooftop
full of big money donors,
and I'm not missing it.
You don't get to make
the rules here, Congressman.
We're trying to keep you safe.
Which I appreciate,
but with all due respect,
I'm a member of the U.S.
House of Representatives.
Who's willing
to risk another public sh**ting
to hold a fundraiser?
Sir, it's reckless.
That may be true,
but I have an election in six months
against a liberal Coexist billionaire,
so I'm gonna go out and raise some money
with or without the FBI's help.
We'll get an advance team
down to Tribeca as quickly as possible.
Just give us a minute
to work out the logistics.
Good.
Thank you.
Playing Russian roulette with
a dangerous revenge sh**t.
We can't let this fundraiser happen.
Obviously, the first call
I make will be to D.C.
to see if we can stop it.
Well, the FBI stepping
on first amendment rights
never goes down well in the press.
No, it doesn't.
Hopefully, we can get a bead on Oscar,
but until then, I need you
to keep that congressman safe
even if he thinks our
two families don't belong here.
You don't like me much, do you, Zidan?
I do not see how that is relevant, sir.
I'm just here to keep you alive.
[CHUCKLES]
That's a hell of a non-answer.
I'm sorry.
Were you hoping for better conversation
in addition to the scenario
where one of us might
take a b*llet for you today?
A little bit, yeah.
Since we're spending
so much time together.
Okay, then why don't you tell me
why you won't cancel this fundraiser?
I will, if you'll tell me
why you don't like me.
I thought it would be more obvious.
Congressman, just look at me.
Because all I hear when someone says
that this country is changing
in unacceptable ways
is that foreigners are
no longer welcome here, okay?
Your entire campaign
is built off of tearing down
and hating immigrants like my parents.
That, sir,
is why I do not like you, okay?
You need to go get dressed, son.
There's someone trying to sh**t you,
and we're still doing the fundraiser?
- Why?
- You know why.
This is about your mom, Ethan.
Now go put on a suit, okay?
Please.
[SENTIMENTAL MUSIC]
♪
Just so you know,
I don't hate immigrants.
Well, your stump speech says otherwise.
No, it doesn't...
Not if you listen.
I'm just opposed
to open border crossings,
to people coming here illegally
like the animal who k*lled
my wife nine years ago.
So why can't you just say that?
Hm?
Why is every single one
of your speeches filled
with "taking out the trash"
and calling immigrants animals?
Why?
Because that is how you get
a seat at the table.
The only people
my voters respect are fighters
who are just as extreme
as the other side.
Which is why, to answer
your earlier question,
I'm not gonna cancel my speech today.
- Do you understand?
- Yeah.
I do.
But you are going to wear
this bulletproof vest.
Do you understand?
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
You got anything, Tiff?
Nothing yet, but obviously,
everybody inside the event
is just the tip of the iceberg.
I know, we're looking at, like,
, windows here, guys.
You hearing this, Maggie?
Yeah, I can hear you, Scola.
The longer I'm down here,
the less I like this.
I'm thinking you guys
should take another run
at trying to talk Grange down.
♪
Congressman, we have just received
an update from the perimeter.
We still do not have eyes
on Oscar Rodriguez.
Meaning he's not here?
Meaning that there is no way
to know for sure.
But he'll be protected, right?
If he sticks to the script.
We have a top-of-the-line
bulletproof shield
in front of the podium
and he is wearing a vest,
but Congressman,
I am urging you
to reconsider going out there.
You remember what I said today
about getting a seat at the table?
Those people out there,
they control the purse strings
that keep me in office, Zidan.
And their political donations
say patriots don't cower.
♪
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Thank you.
Thank you.
I want to thank you for coming out today
to acknowledge what we know is true.
America is under att*ck, people!
Today, I was sh*t at
for the second time
in less than hours,
targeted to the point that
I'm wearing a tactical vest
and standing behind bulletproof glass.
Stop giving away our protection, please.
Because a society that has
no standards for admission,
common heritage, or values,
that society stands weakened
on the brink of collapse.
Agent Mulder, Judge Alvarez,
all these patriots were guilty of
was trying to remove American's toxins.
Subtle.
- Both sh*t and k*lled.
- I know, right?
Roofs are still clear.
By barbarians who had snuck
through our porous gates.
And this will keep happening
until America takes out the trash!
[APPLAUSE]
'Cause once the trash is deported,
Americans, once again, will be safe
to walk the streets.
Safe to mix with friends,
and I say we show these animals
that we're not afraid right now.
This is supposed to be
a meet and greet, right?
Well, let's meet, then.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
What is he doing?
- sh**t.
- Congressman.
- [g*nsh*t]
- [PEOPLE SCREAMING]
- No!
- Medic!
Congressman's been sh*t!
Guys, it's Oscar.
He's in the old shoe factory
building on Leonard.
You promised you would keep him alive!
- This is your fault!
- Medic!
You could have stopped him
from going on stage!
You're the FBI!
♪
There's our guy.
Oscar Rodriguez! FBI!
Stay back!
Everyone back or I'll sh**t her!
If anyone armed enters this place,
I'll end this girl's life
without a second's regret!
♪
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Hey, the owner just sent over
prints and a layout.
Assuming that Oscar pulled her
all the way to the back,
we're looking at about
feet of washing machines
between the front door and our hostage.
Is there any way to get a camera
in there to confirm their location?
CART team is tapping into
the building security as we speak.
We should have eyes and ears soon.
Um, what about the girl?
Just talked to the friend.
Our hostage's name is Elena Ramirez.
Sophomore at NYU.
Family's originally from Honduras.
Honduras? Okay, good.
Maybe we can use
the Central America connection
to our advantage.
We could also just
overwhelm him with SWAT.
Not without risking Elena's life.
He has a semiautomatic r*fle
and we don't know how much amm*nit*on.
What about this back office, guys?
Looks like there's an entrance
from the side street.
There is, but it's padlocked.
What are you thinking?
Divide and conquer.
One of us walks in unarmed with Maggie,
starts up a conversation.
The other two slip around back,
ready to make entry
if talking goes south.
Yeah, that might be our only play.
I ran point on the congressman's detail,
and his son blames me
for not protecting him,
so I'm gonna face off with Oscar
if it comes down to it, okay?
OA, we did everything we could.
The guy went off-script.
I know, Scola. I know.
Let you and me take the back.
We'll take the back.
♪
What's going on?
Guard who pulled me
from my cell wouldn't say.
Oscar just k*lled Curtis Grange.
- The congressman?
- Yes.
And now he's pinned down in
this laundromat with a hostage,
which is a situation
he is not going to survive
unless he turns himself in.
You're here because I need you
to help us make that happen.
- I don't think he'll listen.
- Why?
Because if Oscar
wanted to be talked down,
he would've told me
about his revenge plan
in the first place.
Either way, we really need you to try.
I read the letter that you wrote Oscar,
how you want to grow old together.
But if you really do love him,
the only way you're gonna see him again
is if you pull him back from the brink.
Tell me what you need me to say.
♪
Oscar?
I'm Special Agent
Tiffany Wallace with the FBI.
I just wanna talk for a minute.
Can you hear me?
- [MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY]
- [GASPING]
That's okay.
You... you don't have to talk right now.
♪
I'm by myself...
And I don't have a g*n.
Oscar, I want you to know
that we understand why you're angry.
I can't imagine the pain
you must have felt
when your parents were k*lled.
But right now,
you're endangering the life
of that young lady.
Her name's Elena,
and her family came here
for a better life
from Honduras, just like yours
came from El Salvador,
and she's got nothing to do with this.
So I'm gonna need you to let her go.
Okay, it's clear.
♪
If you don't, none of us
are gonna like how this ends.
So what's gonna happen right now
is I'm gonna bring somebody else in
to speak with you.
We've got Brad Baker here with us.
Hey, Oscar?
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay, Brad.
Look, I'm sorry I took your g*ns.
Don't even worry about that now.
But you gotta let her go, okay, love?
Why?
So I can spend my entire life
rotting in some jail cell?
I can visit you.
They're gonna k*ll you
if you don't let her go.
I don't care.
These people,
they ruined my entire life!
So now, either you're gonna let me go,
you give me a plane to flee,
and then I'll release the hostage.
No, there's not gonna be a plane.
They're gonna k*ll you
if you don't surrender, Oscar.
There are SWAT agents everywhere.
You m*rder*d a congressman.
Well, let them try.
Te amo.
Drop your w*apon, Oscar!
It does not need to end this way!
- [YELLS]
- [g*nshots]
He's dead.
Okay, wait. Brad.
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
[SOBBING]
- Hey.
- Hey.
How's it going with Baker?
Scola and Maggie
are still talking to the AUSA.
I think there might be a deal struck.
- He did help us, after all.
- Yeah.
What about you? What's this?
I am reading some
old articles on Grange's wife.
He really raised Ethan
as a single father,
and that just must have been a reminder
of all the pain every day.
He was pretty consumed with his cause.
Basically martyred himself for it.
It's just all so confusing, yet...
Yet it makes perfect sense.
Well, that's confusing.
What I mean is that Grange
blamed our immigration system
for k*lling his wife,
and Oscar blamed our immigration system
for k*lling his parents.
What's gonna happen to Grange's son?
I don't know.
♪
He's right there.
What do you want?
I just... I wanted to stop by
and check on you, see how you're doing.
I thought you hated my father.
No.
Not even close.
What's this?
That is an application for the FBI,
which you will be eligible
to join in seven years.
What am I supposed to do with this?
Hold onto it.
Use it as a motivation
to avoid doing all the things
that FBI agents can't do.
When you're ready, you call me,
and I'm gonna help you through
the whole process, okay?
I'm so sorry for your loss.
[SOBBING]
♪
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
[WOLF HOWLS]