Line of Fire (2026) s01e02 Episode Script
A Bigger Picture
1
Two Secret Service agents,
a U.S. Marshal, a Fed--
what your dinner table
conversations must be like.
And the president's
daughter?
Looking at off-campus
housing for senior year.
What is on this footage,
Micah?
Background request on
the landlord set off alarms.
They're looking into you now.
It's nice to meet you, Logan.
Clare has told me
next to nothing about you.
Who's Jack?
Jack was my son
from my first marriage.
He died five years ago.
So I'm not who I said I was.
But neither are you.
It can't be Jack.
Well, if it is, we have to
get to him before they do.
Someone's been targeting
high-ranking government
agents in the past few weeks.
One of you was their goal.
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da,
da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da ♪
How's today, Bob?
I can't get rid of this cold.
Can you believe?
With all the crap
flying around these days,
you bet I can.
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da,
da-da-da-da ♪
I'm here
if you need anything.
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da,
da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
I am sitting
in the morning ♪
At the diner on the corner ♪
I am waiting
at the counter ♪
For the man
to pour the coffee ♪
And he fills it
only halfway ♪
And before I even argue ♪
He is looking
out the window ♪
Bob!
Bob, did you forget this?
[music ends]
[car door shuts,
engine starts]
[muffled] Security on the
outside of the house,
front and back door, inside.
I know it's been
a difficult few days.
They're almost done
setting up the security system.
[dramatic music]
So we're putting together
a team to oversee
a joint task force nearby.
We're not here
to invade your privacy.
We just wanna be prepared
in the event whoever killed
Logan Welling three days ago
returns to finish
whatever job they mean to.
If they come back, don't worry.
There is
around-the-clock security
in a van down the street.
What about the rest of us?
We don't live here.
Only Mom does.
My boyfriend's supposed
to move in next week.
I'm not sure
that's still happening.
Why wouldn't it?
I just meant in light of--
[phone buzzes]
Just so I'm clear,
you have no leads?
There's no evidence,
no--no signature
or marker or calling card
of any kind?
I will bring any relevant
findings to you, I promise.
What about the neighbor?
Have you found him yet?
Joel? It's been days!
If you have not found
whoever did this,
then you've already
lost your advantage.
You're gonna have to wait
until they strike again.
You know that, right?
You're good at your job, right?
We have the resources
to protect this house.
Anything else, you'll have to
remain vigilant, on your own.
Stay safe.
Agent Wallace, upstairs.
If they would just
let the FBI take lead
Agent Wallace said she's
helping oversee a task force.
- The FBI is involved.
- She means herself, Dad.
She knows she can't work on a
case that directly impacts her.
She shouldn't
even be working.
Okay, talking about me
like I'm not here.
We're there already.
We don't want you
to worry about anything.
We'll alternate meals with you
starting today at lunch
until you're ready
to be on your own.
We got you.
I'm texting her
DoorDash favorites,
as well as a listicle
of the ten comfort shows
you never watched.
Oh, I've seen
a bunch of these.
When do you have the time
for that?
Sparrow loves a binge.
And you watch
through the door?
I think I'm gonna--
I'm gonna make a bagel
or something.
That's great, honey, 'cause
you've hardly eaten anything.
I got all your favorites--
sesame, onion,
everything, plain.
Those are literally
all of the bagels.
Just let her choose
what she wants.
- Here, I'll help.
- I don't need a bagel sitter!
Thank you.
Oh, thank you, everyone.
[tense music]
[breathing heavily]
[wood creaks]
[gasps]
♪
Logan!
[gasps]
[door slams]
Did Clare just leave?
She's exhausted.
I'm sure she's going home.
I've got an appointment
with the best grief counselor
in D.C.
I'll take her after lunch.
Please don't say anything.
Oh, I don't know, honey.
I don't think she's ready
to talk about it yet.
The best thing for her
would be to rest,
lay low,
use her bereavement days.
- I gotta head in. I'm on days.
- [phone buzzes]
- I'm in the middle--
- Madam Marshal,
file on the fugitive
in your inbox.
He's armed and dangerous.
We've set up checkpoints.
Meet you on site in 30?
Okay.
I will see you
at the briefing.
Oh, I completely forgot
I'm unretired.
I guess so.
You've been at
that desk for years.
What's a couple more months
until they figure this all out?
See ya.
[groans]
I have five till I have
to leave for my case.
- I'm so worried about her.
- Me too.
Plus, I've been thinking--
How do we know it was Jack?
We were told to
tell everyone he died
when he went undercover.
You think he's reached out
to the kids?
I'm pretty certain
they'd tell us.
They think he died
when we said he did.
Well,
we didn't have a choice.
- It's what he wanted.
- We did have a choice.
You just didn't wanna make it.
Agent Wallace can't find out
that we think it's Jack.
If he is alive, we have to
reach him before they do
and find out why
he's doing this.
You remember he gave us
that number of a supervisor
in an emergency,
asked us to memorize it,
never write it down?
You forgot it, didn't you?
703-009
[both]
Can you call today?
- Why me?
- He left you the crane.
I'll call.
- I have to go to work.
- All right.
What's that?
The info you requested on
the deceased--his passport,
apartment lease,
bill of sale for his car,
references
from his previous job.
- That's his address?
- Yep.
Good morning, Davis.
Fill me in.
Madam Marshal,
we have us a manhunt
for a fugitive
who mortally injured
a bank worker this morning.
We're pretty sure
this is the same guy
that hit a bunch of banks a
few years back and went silent.
Let me know
when the FBI arrives.
Yes, ma'am.
How's your sister?
I feel so awful for her.
She's laying low,
taking time to process.
Thank you for asking.
Well, let her know
if there's anything I can do.
Eyes at 1:00.
You know that guy?
Not as well
as he'd like me to.
All clear. She knows him.
Gabe Prescott.
He's in a bunch
of my classes, and--you know.
And?
Where's that "and" going?
He asked me out, twice.
Too bad he's not
really my type.
And when I move into
my own apartment,
I won't have to walk
by the quad anymore.
I can't wait for freedom.
And we'll run a background
screening on Mr. Prescott,
as with any other civilian
expressing an interest in you.
Thank you,
Agent Hollingsworth.
Yeah, sure thing.
[indistinct chatter]
It's been a long time
since I was summoned here.
What's going on?
They gave away your office
at headquarters,
which got me thinking.
Where could I use you most
since we're moving forward?
Welcome back
to presidential detail,
Deputy Special Agent in Charge.
Oh, DSAC?
So I can ride in the car
instead of run alongside it.
You're not happy?
I just assumed you'd park me
on some golf course
with the former prez.
Maybe I value
your experience.
Or maybe you need me
for something.
What is it, Daryl?
Candidly, we believe
something happened when Sparrow
toured apartments last week.
Her team appears
to be covering for her.
Her team, or my son?
Look, as far as we know,
it has nothing to do with him.
White House wants to
ensure the president
is seen as a family man with
a happy and stable home life.
If Sparrow is doing something
that could jeopardize that,
- we need to get ahead of it.
- Mm-hmm.
But if you feel
uncomfortable investigating
your son and his team
[tense music]
♪
Not at all.
You wanted to know
when the FBI was here?
They just arrived,
but they seem to think
this is their jurisdiction?
Whoever they sent
will understand
fugitives are our business.
I'm not getting
into a turf war today.
Do you know who
the agent in charge is?
Madam Marshal!
Good to see you.
What are you doing here?
Lamont Tucker was
one of our most wanteds.
I meant here at work.
You should be home.
Well, my boss
made it pretty clear
this was of
the utmost importance.
If we capture Tucker,
this would be
our third financial fugitive
in a row,
and they want that win.
If you catch him
instead of us,
the USMS could lose a chunk
of our budget from the bad PR.
So you understand the stakes.
Oh, you really
wanna do this?
Go toe to toe with me,
today of all days?
What I want is to get
some justice somewhere.
I'd think
you'd understand that.
- May the best agency win.
- Clare--
Agent Hollingsworth,
you mean.
Let's begin.
[tense music]
♪
I can't believe it.
He was such a nice man,
so quiet, that Logan.
Always stopped me
in the hallway.
Asked of my grandson, my cats.
Such a shame! So sad!
Can you tell me
about anyone else
in the building Mr. Welling
may have been friends with?
Maybe someone named Joel?
No Joel in this building.
[mysterious music]
♪
Upstairs, 2C?
Francine Chen's apartment?
Flight attendant for Delta.
She lives alone.
No boyfriend or anything.
No, nobody named Joel.
When did Mr. Welling move in?
November 1st.
♪
Just six months.
♪
Corner office.
Best seat in the house.
Bet you never imagined
being back here.
I definitely did not.
And you and I get to
actively work together.
We've never done that.
Since we are, can you tell me
a bit about your team?
Yeah, I see them in briefings,
but I don't feel I know them.
How do they work?
Who's closest to Sparrow?
Uh,
- probably me, honestly.
- Mm.
Ellen's amazing,
total badass.
Khalil's a little more
by the book,
but I think Sparrow
likes that I'm a little--
Looser?
That's okay.
Do a good job,
that's what's important.
Whatever happened
to that apartment, by the way?
I thought that was a done deal.
It was,
until you made the request
to look into the landlord
and attempted
to retrieve footage
from a security camera
that was unplugged.
That slowed things down a bit.
I was just looking after
the safety of my protectee.
Needed to make sure
the landlord wasn't compromised
and that the camera was owned
and operated by the building
and not by a third party.
- Smart thinking.
- Thank you, sir.
I should talk
to Ellen and Khalil,
get to know them better
before the president
gets back from Camp David
tomorrow.
Can you set that up?
[phone buzzes]
I'm not gonna lie,
with everything going on,
I feel a lot safer
with you here.
Too bad Mom and Clare
don't work together.
Five years ago,
Lamont Tucker--
Our fugitive--
Began robbing rural banks
in the U.S. by renting
a safety deposit box.
Using a medical-grade borescope
to take pictures
of the surrounding box's
contents and lock,
he made keys to steal
the valuables inside.
The FBI could never figure
out how Tucker did this,
which is why he remained
un-ID'd until today,
when he left his scope
behind with his prints on it.
The USMS could never
find him, either,
as there was no clear picture
of him.
He always wore a KN95 mask
with a baseball cap
in his previous robberies
years ago.
If you don't mind, Marshal
Service has some questions,
Agent Hollingsworth.
Go ahead.
Does the FBI have a theory
as to why Tucker left
his coat behind,
considering he took it with him
every other robbery?
Maybe something
in the bank spooked him
and he had to get out
of there fast.
Is that why today's robbery
took all of ten minutes
when in the past
the average was 40,
or why Tucker
shot and killed someone,
when in the past
no one was injured?
Perhaps he had never been
caught in the act before.
Or maybe he wanted
to send a message
- that this time was different.
- Yes, exactly.
The fact that this was
different clearly matters.
What matters most is
we have a fugitive on the loose
who is armed and dangerous.
Now that we've got an ID,
we can put his face up
everywhere and mobilize.
We will stop him.
Marshals have got it from here.
The FBI has got it
from here, too.
This is an active manhunt.
We've got local PD checkpoints
in a five-mile radius.
He can't have gone far.
He hasn't ditched the car.
It's a gray Civic,
license plate MXL-881.
Weapon's a.45 ACP.
Agent Hollingsworth?
[suspenseful music]
♪
Tucker abandoned his car on
Route 340 trying to evade us.
Carjacked a Kia K4.
Owner hurt but not shot.
Plates coming in shortly.
- [phone buzzes]
- Thank you, Davis.
Hello?
Yeah, we got a lead.
[camera shutter clicks]
Let's go, you're with me.
[phone rings]
Everything okay?
I'll be over at 1:00.
I just sent you something.
Did you get it?
I need you to tell me
where this came from.
Medical instruments
are hard to buy.
Can you expedite
a subpoena so I can
retrieve the purchase order?
Are you working a case
right now?
You need to be resting!
What I need to do is find
a fugitive who has killed
one person and may kill again.
A subpoena is nothing.
Can you do this or not?
Clare,
I'm still on probation here.
I need to make this job work.
I know about
the grief counselor.
I will do it
if you get me what I need.
Don't tell Mom, okay?
[tense music]
♪
- Hi!
- Hi.
They think you were
up to something
- in that rental apartment.
- I was.
We need to invent
something else.
Hey. Mike Hollingsworth.
How are you?
We met a few months ago.
- [phone buzzes]
- Uh--
Excuse me for one second.
So that number Jack gave us
is not in service
and hasn't been
for more than a decade.
It was a placebo,
a security blanket to make us
feel better over his leaving.
I had another idea.
Remember that ATF agent
we saw at all those fundraisers
who only wanted to talk about
how bad the roads had gotten?
Tom Carroll? Yeah.
His wife, Sharon,
was always hitting on me.
Sharon works for the agency
in Payroll.
Call her?
Uh, she and Tom
are separated.
She might think I'm interested.
That's fine. I'm on a case.
Look,
you're a Federal Marshal.
You have hundreds
of people under you
who can do whatever
you're currently doing.
Only I can see what I see.
And you know that
'cause you're the same.
♪
Subpoena's in your inbox.
The counselor is at 2:00.
The address is--
Can't make 2:00. Sorry, bud.
Wait, did you have
any intent--
♪
What is it, ma'am?
- Plastic.
- Are you still talking to me?
I gotta run. Call Sharon.
♪
Yeah?
Yeah, I was just
talking to her.
Uh-huh. For sure.
Sir?
You're wanted.
♪
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
♪
- What are you doing?
- I have an idea.
The thing I was doing
in that rental apartment?
I was talking to my
secret boyfriend, Gabe.
And tonight,
that secret's gonna get out.
[whispers]
It's a good idea.
[phone buzzes]
♪
Agent Hollingsworth, FBI.
FBI? Is everything all right?
It's for room B.
- I'm Clare.
- Nicki.
How long have you
worked here?
About six years. Why?
Would you know
if any medical supplies
went missing from this practice
five years ago?
Oh, gosh.
I don't know if the doctor
remembers that far.
This borescope was purchased
by your office in October 2021.
Do you recognize it?
Is this related to a case?
We believe it was used
in 17 robberies
three to five years ago
and in another this morning.
You said today?
This morning?
A bank clerk
in his 60s named Carl Sanford
was shot and killed
by the man who used this.
We're trying to act fast
so nobody else gets hurt.
Or dies.
It's okay. You can tell me.
You're not in trouble, Nicki.
He promised me he'd stopped.
♪
[siren whoops]
[tires screech]
I've got to stop sharing
my location with you.
- Don't do this, Clare.
- Let's go.
Tucker's wife let us in.
If you book him
on the wrong crime,
a good lawyer
will use that mistake
to get the right ones
dismissed.
We have the tool he used!
We have his fingerprints!
On this robbery only,
and even you know
that's not enough.
I have a theory,
and if you wanna hear it,
we can work together.
This is the FBI's case,
Madam Marshal, not yours.
Clare, you are not
thinking clearly.
Do not use your very real
personal issues
to cloud this case.
And how dare you use my
very real personal issues
to get what you want.
You really can't
stand losing, can you?
Well, I won, so if you'd like
to speak to my suspect,
you can file a request
with the FBI.
Clare.
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
Mr. Prescott?
Hi, I'm Micah Hollingsworth.
I'm one of Ms. Kayana's agents.
Yeah? Hey.
She requested I bring you
through a private entrance.
- Would you come with me, please?
- Yeah.
[upbeat music]
- Hey, Hollingsworth?
- Khalil.
What's--what's going on here?
Sparrow didn't want
anyone to know
Mr. Prescott was here
to see her.
We needed to keep it hush-hush,
but I checked him out.
He's clear.
You ready?
♪
One second.
♪
[knock on door,
door opens]
- Hey.
- Hi.
- He's here?
- Mm-hmm.
We just need to keep him here
long enough for my dad
to see him,
and then we're home free.
Okay. But not too long, okay?
It's not meant
to be a real date.
No, ten minutes, tops.
Gabe!
Ah, I'm so glad you were free!
I hope you don't mind
hanging here.
I can't really go anywhere.
Nah, man, this is--
this is so cool.
I always wanted to see inside.
Well, come on in.
♪
[sighs]
Khalil, you around?
Uh, I'm at Eisenhower.
He was just here
looking for your dad.
What'd Sharon say?
She has information, but
she'll only give it to us
in person,
in exchange for which
I'm having drinks with her
next week.
Oh, but not Saturday.
That's our night.
Yeah.
She'll be at Kalorama Park
tonight, 8:00 p.m.
I told her
you'd meet her there.
I can't.
I'm on shift!
Yeah, ten minutes away.
- I'm in Virginia.
- And I'm still on shift.
Can't you put the family
before work just this once?
Oh, you're gonna go there?
Oh, I'm sure
you'll get me back.
[line beeps]
♪
Micah, can you switch
from Charlie to Oscar?
Okay, I don't know
what you're up to,
and I better not
catch heat for it,
but your dad just
walked back in.
What about Khalil?
He's in the kitchen.
God, he's obsessed with
that new coffee machine.
Anyway, he's waiting for--
♪
That's funny, your dad just
grabbed his keys and left.
His shift's till 10:00.
I might not be FBI, but I am
the federally appointed
U.S. Marshal.
And if I could speak
with the suspect,
I think I might be able
to shed light on something
that might have
been overlooked.
Ma'am, ma'am,
I already told you.
They're waiting for the agents
from the previous robberies
to arrive
and interview the suspect.
You don't have
jurisdiction here
or in any case like this
anymore, apparently.
[chuckles]
[gentle music]
Who do I need to talk to
about this?
He didn't do this one!
Why does nobody believe him?
I'm the one that told you
where to find him,
and even I admit
I made a mistake!
[indistinct conversation]
♪
I can't help you.
♪
[phone rings]
Did you know
Clare stood up both me
and the grief counselor?
I moved it to 6:00,
but because I waited for her,
I'm so behind, and I'm on--
Probation.
Yes, honey, I remember.
But since you were able
to get to an AUSA
to rush a subpoena for Clare,
I'm pretty sure
you can do something
for me too.
♪
How did you know I--
You know we don't
waste time asking
that question in this family.
I need that same AUSA
to sign off
on a deal I wanna
offer a suspect
in exchange for a confession,
but you can't tell Clare.
This is ridiculous!
Clare shouldn't even
be on this.
She's in pain!
Will any of you ever
put family above work?
It's a family business, Russ,
and if you didn't
wanna join it,
you could have gone
to art school.
I can get Clare
to the counselor by 6:00.
I'll get you your deal.
♪
U.S. Marshal
Jane Hollingsworth.
I don't think your husband
killed that man today.
He didn't.
That's what I've been
trying to tell everyone!
And I never gave him
that borescope.
Did Lamont ever
have a partner?
I don't think that
I'm supposed to--
I-I have a theory.
Can I run it by you?
3D printers weren't easy
to lug around in 2021,
so whatever image
your husband took of a lock
had to be sent
to someone off-site
to have a key made
and brought to him.
And that's why it took
40 minutes back then,
and it didn't today.
If you tell me the name
of his partner,
I can offer
your husband a deal.
Henry Critchley.
But we haven't seen him
for years.
♪
[line ringing]
Madison Day School.
Radha speaking.
Yes, hi,
my name is Sylvia Blum.
I'm a recruiter for
a private school in New York.
I was wondering if you could
tell me if a Logan Welling
was employed there in the past?
He left this school
as a reference.
Logan!
Of course!
He started here
right after COVID.
Gosh, I had such
a crush on him.
He left a year ago
for a position in D.C.
of all places.
Do you know anything
about his family?
Oh, gosh, not much.
His parents died
when he was young.
They had him older.
He lived over in
Midvale Heights,
the house he grew up in.
He was so excited
to move to a big city.
He had never lived
in one before.
Do you know
what kind of car he drove?
Uh, sorry, no.
I wish I could remember,
but I can't.
You did say this was for a
professional reference, right?
Did you wanna speak
to a teacher here?
I'm good. That's all.
Thank you.
[mysterious music]
[keys clicking]
♪
I'm telling you,
this year, more booze,
more games, more fun, okay?
You have to bring your friends.
It's gonna be epic.
Yeah, totally!
I mean, I totally agree.
Your frat throws
the best casino nights.
Yeah.
Give me one second.
I'm gonna go check on dinner.
[phone buzzes]
How's that going?
You'll be shocked, but
Gabe Prescott is not a winner.
I've had deeper conversations
with publicists.
What's taking so long?
Nobody can find my dad.
Do you even need him
to see this?
Isn't it enough
if everyone else does?
You don't know him.
If it doesn't happen
in front of his own two eyes,
- he'll spin on it for ages.
- Okay, fine.
I'll just tell Gabe that
I don't like Cameron Winter.
That'll buy us
at least a half hour.
[tense music]
♪
Let him know
I'm here with the agents
from the prior cases.
They can prep
the interview room.
- What, they didn't tell you?
- Tell me what?
Your suspect
was just released.
Released when? By whom?
Your mother. And just now.
♪
- Wait to hear from us.
- Okay.
I'll be in touch very soon.
♪
You got him released so you
could catch him again yourself?
No, of course not.
There's a plan
you don't know about.
If you just slow down--
- Where are you going?
- After them!
I'm coming with you.
♪
[engine revs]
Do you know anything
about his family?
Oh, gosh, not much.
His parents died
when he was young.
They had him older.
He lived over
in Midvale Heights,
the house he grew up in.
He was so--
[voice rewinding]
His family?
- [keyboard clacking]
- Oh, gosh, not much.
She's typing.
Parents died when he was young--
hey had him older.
He lived over
in Midvale Heights,
the house he grew up in.
He was so excited
to move to a big city.
Never lived in one before--
I'll be back.
I'm onto something.
Tucker didn't commit that
crime today or murder that man.
I can't believe you would
trust the word of a criminal
just to save your funding.
All these years, the reason
the FBI could never ID him
is because
there were two of them.
Tucker had an accomplice
named Henry Critchley.
Tucker would do the bank side,
and Henry the keys,
and that's why
the robberies took so long.
And it didn't today,
because today, Henry was alone.
He 3D-printed the keys
and left the scope
behind to frame Tucker.
If that were true, why would
he frame his former accomplice
three years later?
Because after
the last robbery,
Tucker felt the FBI
was getting too close,
so they made a plan
to go their separate ways
and wait a few years to safely
fence what they stole.
Their meet-up was
scheduled for tomorrow.
Tucker thinks Henry
wanted to get him arrested
so he could take
the goods himself
rather than splitting them.
That is the story he fed you
to get you to release him.
Releasing him was my idea.
He made a deal
to flip on Henry.
Now when Henry hears
that Tucker's out,
it will draw him out.
Yeah, or you got played,
and they both run.
♪
There you are.
I've been looking
all over for you.
Yeah, I got called back.
I wanted you
to see something
that I couldn't
tell you myself.
- Mr. President.
- Good evening.
Let's go.
- Who the hell is that?
- Don't worry.
He's not dangerous.
He just sucks.
Sir, we caught him
trying to steal a bra
from Sparrow's room
for some frat initiation.
[playful music]
This is what
you wanted to show me?
Syd!
Why don't we go
grab an ice cream?
♪
[tense music]
♪
- Did you lock down the block?
- Of course.
- What are you doing?
- My job.
I'm gonna go in there
and arrest him again
so I can get the full story
since it's pretty obvious
that Nicki lied to me.
Oh, and if I were Tucker's
phantom accomplice,
I'm pretty sure
the last place I would show
is a street crawling
with unmarked cars.
♪
[banging]
Tucker, open up!
FBI!
I'm coming in.
♪
You must be Henry.
One more step
and I'll shoot her.
Close the door, real slow.
Good, now drop your weapon.
♪
Good.
[excited clamoring]
Look out the window!
[faint pop music playing]
♪
Your ice cream's melting.
It does that.
Oh, wait, I'm sorry.
Is it ruining the photo op?
Syd, can't I just wanna take
my daughter out
for an ice cream?
We could have had
any of the 100 flavors
that the chef has
in the kitchen.
And yet here we are.
It's always a difference
between what we hope for
and what we receive,
isn't there?
I mean, here I was hoping that
I'd come home early and have
a nice time with my daughter.
And yet, instead,
I walk into a mess.
When are you
going to understand
how different your life is now?
The whole world's
looking at you.
I didn't ask them to.
You chose that for me.
You'd rather I turn down
the nomination
so you can have
a better social life?
Is it any wonder
I'm polling poorly
when my own family shows
such bad judgment?
I can't even leave
for five minutes.
Yeah, especially not
during your shift.
I took a call.
Yeah, with your coat
and your car keys?
It is your job
to thoroughly vet anyone
who comes into contact
with your protectee.
We did.
Everything about Gabe
checked out.
He's the son of
a civil rights attorney.
He's got a 4.0 GPA,
for God's sake.
How could any of us know about
some frat hazing request?
Because this job
requires us to read people,
not just the facts about them.
And Junior,
this time, you failed.
Back up, get down.
The president is here!
What are you doing
in my house, Henry?
What are you doing here, man?
You're supposed to be
behind bars.
Yeah, thanks to you.
[tense music]
Why'd you have to
kill somebody, man?
We don't kill people.
Put the gun down, Henry.
We can talk!
You should go
before more Feds show up.
Let us handle her.
Of course
you want me to leave.
You did me dirty.
Ah, I did no such thing,
Critch.
There's nothing at the spot.
I went. It's all gone.
You moved it so you could
have it all for yourself.
I would never do that.
I'm a man of my word.
So much that you
rolled on me to get out?
Snitch!
Honey, please don't
let him shoot me!
- Shut up!
- Sweetheart,
I'm not gonna let
anybody shoot you.
Hey, hey, why don't we all
just take a big, deep breath--
No! You are not getting
my wife killed!
Stagecoach,
they're on the move.
It's no wonder they asked me
to look into you.
Well, they asked,
or did you volunteer?
Oh, they asked,
and they were right to do so.
You shouldn't be on this detail
if you can't notice things.
Or maybe I notice everything.
Have you thought
for one second that maybe
I did this on purpose?
You wanted to know what Sparrow
was hiding, and you found out.
And the fact that
I did it in a way
as to alert you and not break
her trust at the same time
means nothing to you, clearly.
Oh, you deserve a gold star.
Always looking out
for yourself.
That's my boy.
We're on the move.
Let's go. Eyes up.
Hey,
hands out of your pockets.
Hands out of your pockets now!
Let's go. Let's go.
We have a visual here.
We need to take our shot
before anyone gets killed.
One wrong move,
and everyone could.
I know my daughter.
She'll get him
in front of that window.
Stand by.
I don't have a clear shot.
He's blocked.
♪
[floor creaks]
Da, da, da, da,
da, da, da, da!
Where do you think
you're going?
I don't get it.
If you didn't move the stash,
then where is it?
Answer me!
Where the hell is it?
- I told you, I don't know!
- I moved it!
I tried to get you to stop
so many times,
especially with
our daughter coming.
But when I found out
that you were still planning
to meet Henry, I got so mad.
The only thing I could do
was get rid of it.
Get rid of it how?
They're in a safe place.
- Don't worry.
- Where, baby?
Where?
- Where?
- They're here, here!
I put it in our safe.
Take me to it right now.
♪
Take the shot.
[gunshot]
[screams]
[tense music]
[sighs]
Alright. Well, I appreciate it.
Thank you.
Appreciate your time.
Thank you.
That quarterly had been
stalking the First Lady online,
posting about how he was
the only man for her,
so I didn't wanna
take any chances.
You were right not to.
He had drain cleaner on him,
and he was gonna throw it
at the president.
Sequoia wasn't with us,
and you spotted
her quarterly anyway.
It's my job
to protect Sydney--
not only when she's alone,
but when she's
with her family too.
So I keep up on every member's
threats, not just her own.
Junior,
I was wrong about you.
No, Dad, you don't have to--
When I was on PPD,
I never looked at anything
outside my own protectee.
That's how we were trained.
But you, you--
[soft music]
And while I think there's
more to that frat guy
than meets the eye,
after tonight,
I trust you can protect Sparrow
better than anyone.
And that is the job.
I won't doubt you again.
♪
Oh, God. I was so scared.
You're gonna be okay.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
You saved my life.
What's a mother for?
This is exactly why
you didn't want me
to go back to work.
- Maybe a little.
- I rushed to judgment.
I didn't think it through.
So you didn't see
the bigger picture this time.
No one's at their best when
they're running from something.
I know that
from experience.
Maybe that's why
I was being so hard on you.
What do you mean?
When Jack died
[pensive music]
I couldn't
Face it.
I didn't wanna let myself
sit in the pain,
so I threw myself
into my work.
But I wasn't ready, and--
oh, I screwed up
a case big-time.
And no mother wants
their kid to make
the same mistakes they made.
You never told me that.
I never told anyone that.
I didn't come back to work
because I was
running from what happened.
I came back 'cause
I didn't wanna be alone.
When I'm alone,
I see his face, and I wonder
what he was thinking
when he died.
I wonder what I could
have done to stop it.
We're all here for you.
Yeah.
On top of me.
I need you beside me.
There's a difference.
You're absolutely right.
♪
Bad news.
You won't be moving
anytime soon.
Oh. Yeah, I figured.
I also agree.
Yeah.
There's gonna be more people
here to protect you,
but it's gonna be harder.
It's always been hard for us.
The whole time my dad was going
at me, all I could think about
was how that's what
you'd do for me.
You'd take bullets
just to keep us a secret.
Is it worth it?
[soft music]
You're the only person
I know that sees me as myself
and not as an extension
of somebody else.
♪
You're the only one
that sees me that way too.
I would take any bullet
for you,
emotional or otherwise.
Well,
one of them you have to.
Hmm, even if I didn't.
Prove it to me in 2028.
Yeah, we'll find a way.
God, I hope so.
♪
[Beck's "Lonesome Tears"]
♪
How long do you plan to stay?
As long as she'll have me.
As long as she wants!
Hey, I'm sorry.
For what?
I know how much you've
been trying to help me
and how resistant I've been.
And you're always
looking out for everybody.
And I just want you to know,
I see you.
Lonesome tears ♪
And if you wanna
make a new appointment,
I promise this time
I will make it.
Yeah, that guy's never
taking my calls again.
[laughter]
I can't think of
what they're for ♪
Did you really tackle
a Class 3 on P Street?
Did.
So cool!
Oh!
Remember this?
Oh!
♪
I missed Sharon. Sorry.
I thought you might have,
so I went to see her myself
this morning.
Well, I want you to know
it wasn't because of work.
It was family.
Micah--
You don't have to
justify it to me, babe.
I'm as guilty of that
as anyone.
♪
When Jack went undercover,
we had to say goodbye to him,
knowing we'd never see him again--
not we might never,
but we actually
would never.
And, I know
you've always hoped
that he was alive, but
I had to tell myself
he was dead,
because to us, he had to be.
♪
Is he dead?
All Sharon knows is that
the last pay stub in his alias
was over a year ago.
She assumes he died in service.
♪
[exhales]
♪
Lazy sun ♪
♪
Your eyes catch the light ♪
♪
What about the cranes?
It's not him.
It's someone who knew him,
and we just have
to figure out who that is.
♪
[phone buzzes]
Agent Wallace?
Is everything okay?
Can you take this outside?
Uh, sure.
♪
I needed to
talk to you alone.
Understood.
You're scaring me.
I told you I would bring you
any relevant information.
I think I have some.
Is it about the killer?
It's about the victim.
I followed up
on his work references
and discovered they're fake.
They're backstopping.
Logan Welling
wasn't a history teacher
who found you out of nowhere.
He was an undercover
CIA operative,
and I'm pretty sure
his assignment was you.
[dissonant tones]
[mysterious music]
[camera shutter clicks]
[camera shutter clicks]
♪
[camera shutter clicks]
♪
[rhythmic percussive music]
♪
Two Secret Service agents,
a U.S. Marshal, a Fed--
what your dinner table
conversations must be like.
And the president's
daughter?
Looking at off-campus
housing for senior year.
What is on this footage,
Micah?
Background request on
the landlord set off alarms.
They're looking into you now.
It's nice to meet you, Logan.
Clare has told me
next to nothing about you.
Who's Jack?
Jack was my son
from my first marriage.
He died five years ago.
So I'm not who I said I was.
But neither are you.
It can't be Jack.
Well, if it is, we have to
get to him before they do.
Someone's been targeting
high-ranking government
agents in the past few weeks.
One of you was their goal.
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da,
da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da ♪
How's today, Bob?
I can't get rid of this cold.
Can you believe?
With all the crap
flying around these days,
you bet I can.
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da,
da-da-da-da ♪
I'm here
if you need anything.
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da,
da-da-da-da ♪
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da ♪
I am sitting
in the morning ♪
At the diner on the corner ♪
I am waiting
at the counter ♪
For the man
to pour the coffee ♪
And he fills it
only halfway ♪
And before I even argue ♪
He is looking
out the window ♪
Bob!
Bob, did you forget this?
[music ends]
[car door shuts,
engine starts]
[muffled] Security on the
outside of the house,
front and back door, inside.
I know it's been
a difficult few days.
They're almost done
setting up the security system.
[dramatic music]
So we're putting together
a team to oversee
a joint task force nearby.
We're not here
to invade your privacy.
We just wanna be prepared
in the event whoever killed
Logan Welling three days ago
returns to finish
whatever job they mean to.
If they come back, don't worry.
There is
around-the-clock security
in a van down the street.
What about the rest of us?
We don't live here.
Only Mom does.
My boyfriend's supposed
to move in next week.
I'm not sure
that's still happening.
Why wouldn't it?
I just meant in light of--
[phone buzzes]
Just so I'm clear,
you have no leads?
There's no evidence,
no--no signature
or marker or calling card
of any kind?
I will bring any relevant
findings to you, I promise.
What about the neighbor?
Have you found him yet?
Joel? It's been days!
If you have not found
whoever did this,
then you've already
lost your advantage.
You're gonna have to wait
until they strike again.
You know that, right?
You're good at your job, right?
We have the resources
to protect this house.
Anything else, you'll have to
remain vigilant, on your own.
Stay safe.
Agent Wallace, upstairs.
If they would just
let the FBI take lead
Agent Wallace said she's
helping oversee a task force.
- The FBI is involved.
- She means herself, Dad.
She knows she can't work on a
case that directly impacts her.
She shouldn't
even be working.
Okay, talking about me
like I'm not here.
We're there already.
We don't want you
to worry about anything.
We'll alternate meals with you
starting today at lunch
until you're ready
to be on your own.
We got you.
I'm texting her
DoorDash favorites,
as well as a listicle
of the ten comfort shows
you never watched.
Oh, I've seen
a bunch of these.
When do you have the time
for that?
Sparrow loves a binge.
And you watch
through the door?
I think I'm gonna--
I'm gonna make a bagel
or something.
That's great, honey, 'cause
you've hardly eaten anything.
I got all your favorites--
sesame, onion,
everything, plain.
Those are literally
all of the bagels.
Just let her choose
what she wants.
- Here, I'll help.
- I don't need a bagel sitter!
Thank you.
Oh, thank you, everyone.
[tense music]
[breathing heavily]
[wood creaks]
[gasps]
♪
Logan!
[gasps]
[door slams]
Did Clare just leave?
She's exhausted.
I'm sure she's going home.
I've got an appointment
with the best grief counselor
in D.C.
I'll take her after lunch.
Please don't say anything.
Oh, I don't know, honey.
I don't think she's ready
to talk about it yet.
The best thing for her
would be to rest,
lay low,
use her bereavement days.
- I gotta head in. I'm on days.
- [phone buzzes]
- I'm in the middle--
- Madam Marshal,
file on the fugitive
in your inbox.
He's armed and dangerous.
We've set up checkpoints.
Meet you on site in 30?
Okay.
I will see you
at the briefing.
Oh, I completely forgot
I'm unretired.
I guess so.
You've been at
that desk for years.
What's a couple more months
until they figure this all out?
See ya.
[groans]
I have five till I have
to leave for my case.
- I'm so worried about her.
- Me too.
Plus, I've been thinking--
How do we know it was Jack?
We were told to
tell everyone he died
when he went undercover.
You think he's reached out
to the kids?
I'm pretty certain
they'd tell us.
They think he died
when we said he did.
Well,
we didn't have a choice.
- It's what he wanted.
- We did have a choice.
You just didn't wanna make it.
Agent Wallace can't find out
that we think it's Jack.
If he is alive, we have to
reach him before they do
and find out why
he's doing this.
You remember he gave us
that number of a supervisor
in an emergency,
asked us to memorize it,
never write it down?
You forgot it, didn't you?
703-009
[both]
Can you call today?
- Why me?
- He left you the crane.
I'll call.
- I have to go to work.
- All right.
What's that?
The info you requested on
the deceased--his passport,
apartment lease,
bill of sale for his car,
references
from his previous job.
- That's his address?
- Yep.
Good morning, Davis.
Fill me in.
Madam Marshal,
we have us a manhunt
for a fugitive
who mortally injured
a bank worker this morning.
We're pretty sure
this is the same guy
that hit a bunch of banks a
few years back and went silent.
Let me know
when the FBI arrives.
Yes, ma'am.
How's your sister?
I feel so awful for her.
She's laying low,
taking time to process.
Thank you for asking.
Well, let her know
if there's anything I can do.
Eyes at 1:00.
You know that guy?
Not as well
as he'd like me to.
All clear. She knows him.
Gabe Prescott.
He's in a bunch
of my classes, and--you know.
And?
Where's that "and" going?
He asked me out, twice.
Too bad he's not
really my type.
And when I move into
my own apartment,
I won't have to walk
by the quad anymore.
I can't wait for freedom.
And we'll run a background
screening on Mr. Prescott,
as with any other civilian
expressing an interest in you.
Thank you,
Agent Hollingsworth.
Yeah, sure thing.
[indistinct chatter]
It's been a long time
since I was summoned here.
What's going on?
They gave away your office
at headquarters,
which got me thinking.
Where could I use you most
since we're moving forward?
Welcome back
to presidential detail,
Deputy Special Agent in Charge.
Oh, DSAC?
So I can ride in the car
instead of run alongside it.
You're not happy?
I just assumed you'd park me
on some golf course
with the former prez.
Maybe I value
your experience.
Or maybe you need me
for something.
What is it, Daryl?
Candidly, we believe
something happened when Sparrow
toured apartments last week.
Her team appears
to be covering for her.
Her team, or my son?
Look, as far as we know,
it has nothing to do with him.
White House wants to
ensure the president
is seen as a family man with
a happy and stable home life.
If Sparrow is doing something
that could jeopardize that,
- we need to get ahead of it.
- Mm-hmm.
But if you feel
uncomfortable investigating
your son and his team
[tense music]
♪
Not at all.
You wanted to know
when the FBI was here?
They just arrived,
but they seem to think
this is their jurisdiction?
Whoever they sent
will understand
fugitives are our business.
I'm not getting
into a turf war today.
Do you know who
the agent in charge is?
Madam Marshal!
Good to see you.
What are you doing here?
Lamont Tucker was
one of our most wanteds.
I meant here at work.
You should be home.
Well, my boss
made it pretty clear
this was of
the utmost importance.
If we capture Tucker,
this would be
our third financial fugitive
in a row,
and they want that win.
If you catch him
instead of us,
the USMS could lose a chunk
of our budget from the bad PR.
So you understand the stakes.
Oh, you really
wanna do this?
Go toe to toe with me,
today of all days?
What I want is to get
some justice somewhere.
I'd think
you'd understand that.
- May the best agency win.
- Clare--
Agent Hollingsworth,
you mean.
Let's begin.
[tense music]
♪
I can't believe it.
He was such a nice man,
so quiet, that Logan.
Always stopped me
in the hallway.
Asked of my grandson, my cats.
Such a shame! So sad!
Can you tell me
about anyone else
in the building Mr. Welling
may have been friends with?
Maybe someone named Joel?
No Joel in this building.
[mysterious music]
♪
Upstairs, 2C?
Francine Chen's apartment?
Flight attendant for Delta.
She lives alone.
No boyfriend or anything.
No, nobody named Joel.
When did Mr. Welling move in?
November 1st.
♪
Just six months.
♪
Corner office.
Best seat in the house.
Bet you never imagined
being back here.
I definitely did not.
And you and I get to
actively work together.
We've never done that.
Since we are, can you tell me
a bit about your team?
Yeah, I see them in briefings,
but I don't feel I know them.
How do they work?
Who's closest to Sparrow?
Uh,
- probably me, honestly.
- Mm.
Ellen's amazing,
total badass.
Khalil's a little more
by the book,
but I think Sparrow
likes that I'm a little--
Looser?
That's okay.
Do a good job,
that's what's important.
Whatever happened
to that apartment, by the way?
I thought that was a done deal.
It was,
until you made the request
to look into the landlord
and attempted
to retrieve footage
from a security camera
that was unplugged.
That slowed things down a bit.
I was just looking after
the safety of my protectee.
Needed to make sure
the landlord wasn't compromised
and that the camera was owned
and operated by the building
and not by a third party.
- Smart thinking.
- Thank you, sir.
I should talk
to Ellen and Khalil,
get to know them better
before the president
gets back from Camp David
tomorrow.
Can you set that up?
[phone buzzes]
I'm not gonna lie,
with everything going on,
I feel a lot safer
with you here.
Too bad Mom and Clare
don't work together.
Five years ago,
Lamont Tucker--
Our fugitive--
Began robbing rural banks
in the U.S. by renting
a safety deposit box.
Using a medical-grade borescope
to take pictures
of the surrounding box's
contents and lock,
he made keys to steal
the valuables inside.
The FBI could never figure
out how Tucker did this,
which is why he remained
un-ID'd until today,
when he left his scope
behind with his prints on it.
The USMS could never
find him, either,
as there was no clear picture
of him.
He always wore a KN95 mask
with a baseball cap
in his previous robberies
years ago.
If you don't mind, Marshal
Service has some questions,
Agent Hollingsworth.
Go ahead.
Does the FBI have a theory
as to why Tucker left
his coat behind,
considering he took it with him
every other robbery?
Maybe something
in the bank spooked him
and he had to get out
of there fast.
Is that why today's robbery
took all of ten minutes
when in the past
the average was 40,
or why Tucker
shot and killed someone,
when in the past
no one was injured?
Perhaps he had never been
caught in the act before.
Or maybe he wanted
to send a message
- that this time was different.
- Yes, exactly.
The fact that this was
different clearly matters.
What matters most is
we have a fugitive on the loose
who is armed and dangerous.
Now that we've got an ID,
we can put his face up
everywhere and mobilize.
We will stop him.
Marshals have got it from here.
The FBI has got it
from here, too.
This is an active manhunt.
We've got local PD checkpoints
in a five-mile radius.
He can't have gone far.
He hasn't ditched the car.
It's a gray Civic,
license plate MXL-881.
Weapon's a.45 ACP.
Agent Hollingsworth?
[suspenseful music]
♪
Tucker abandoned his car on
Route 340 trying to evade us.
Carjacked a Kia K4.
Owner hurt but not shot.
Plates coming in shortly.
- [phone buzzes]
- Thank you, Davis.
Hello?
Yeah, we got a lead.
[camera shutter clicks]
Let's go, you're with me.
[phone rings]
Everything okay?
I'll be over at 1:00.
I just sent you something.
Did you get it?
I need you to tell me
where this came from.
Medical instruments
are hard to buy.
Can you expedite
a subpoena so I can
retrieve the purchase order?
Are you working a case
right now?
You need to be resting!
What I need to do is find
a fugitive who has killed
one person and may kill again.
A subpoena is nothing.
Can you do this or not?
Clare,
I'm still on probation here.
I need to make this job work.
I know about
the grief counselor.
I will do it
if you get me what I need.
Don't tell Mom, okay?
[tense music]
♪
- Hi!
- Hi.
They think you were
up to something
- in that rental apartment.
- I was.
We need to invent
something else.
Hey. Mike Hollingsworth.
How are you?
We met a few months ago.
- [phone buzzes]
- Uh--
Excuse me for one second.
So that number Jack gave us
is not in service
and hasn't been
for more than a decade.
It was a placebo,
a security blanket to make us
feel better over his leaving.
I had another idea.
Remember that ATF agent
we saw at all those fundraisers
who only wanted to talk about
how bad the roads had gotten?
Tom Carroll? Yeah.
His wife, Sharon,
was always hitting on me.
Sharon works for the agency
in Payroll.
Call her?
Uh, she and Tom
are separated.
She might think I'm interested.
That's fine. I'm on a case.
Look,
you're a Federal Marshal.
You have hundreds
of people under you
who can do whatever
you're currently doing.
Only I can see what I see.
And you know that
'cause you're the same.
♪
Subpoena's in your inbox.
The counselor is at 2:00.
The address is--
Can't make 2:00. Sorry, bud.
Wait, did you have
any intent--
♪
What is it, ma'am?
- Plastic.
- Are you still talking to me?
I gotta run. Call Sharon.
♪
Yeah?
Yeah, I was just
talking to her.
Uh-huh. For sure.
Sir?
You're wanted.
♪
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
♪
- What are you doing?
- I have an idea.
The thing I was doing
in that rental apartment?
I was talking to my
secret boyfriend, Gabe.
And tonight,
that secret's gonna get out.
[whispers]
It's a good idea.
[phone buzzes]
♪
Agent Hollingsworth, FBI.
FBI? Is everything all right?
It's for room B.
- I'm Clare.
- Nicki.
How long have you
worked here?
About six years. Why?
Would you know
if any medical supplies
went missing from this practice
five years ago?
Oh, gosh.
I don't know if the doctor
remembers that far.
This borescope was purchased
by your office in October 2021.
Do you recognize it?
Is this related to a case?
We believe it was used
in 17 robberies
three to five years ago
and in another this morning.
You said today?
This morning?
A bank clerk
in his 60s named Carl Sanford
was shot and killed
by the man who used this.
We're trying to act fast
so nobody else gets hurt.
Or dies.
It's okay. You can tell me.
You're not in trouble, Nicki.
He promised me he'd stopped.
♪
[siren whoops]
[tires screech]
I've got to stop sharing
my location with you.
- Don't do this, Clare.
- Let's go.
Tucker's wife let us in.
If you book him
on the wrong crime,
a good lawyer
will use that mistake
to get the right ones
dismissed.
We have the tool he used!
We have his fingerprints!
On this robbery only,
and even you know
that's not enough.
I have a theory,
and if you wanna hear it,
we can work together.
This is the FBI's case,
Madam Marshal, not yours.
Clare, you are not
thinking clearly.
Do not use your very real
personal issues
to cloud this case.
And how dare you use my
very real personal issues
to get what you want.
You really can't
stand losing, can you?
Well, I won, so if you'd like
to speak to my suspect,
you can file a request
with the FBI.
Clare.
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
Mr. Prescott?
Hi, I'm Micah Hollingsworth.
I'm one of Ms. Kayana's agents.
Yeah? Hey.
She requested I bring you
through a private entrance.
- Would you come with me, please?
- Yeah.
[upbeat music]
- Hey, Hollingsworth?
- Khalil.
What's--what's going on here?
Sparrow didn't want
anyone to know
Mr. Prescott was here
to see her.
We needed to keep it hush-hush,
but I checked him out.
He's clear.
You ready?
♪
One second.
♪
[knock on door,
door opens]
- Hey.
- Hi.
- He's here?
- Mm-hmm.
We just need to keep him here
long enough for my dad
to see him,
and then we're home free.
Okay. But not too long, okay?
It's not meant
to be a real date.
No, ten minutes, tops.
Gabe!
Ah, I'm so glad you were free!
I hope you don't mind
hanging here.
I can't really go anywhere.
Nah, man, this is--
this is so cool.
I always wanted to see inside.
Well, come on in.
♪
[sighs]
Khalil, you around?
Uh, I'm at Eisenhower.
He was just here
looking for your dad.
What'd Sharon say?
She has information, but
she'll only give it to us
in person,
in exchange for which
I'm having drinks with her
next week.
Oh, but not Saturday.
That's our night.
Yeah.
She'll be at Kalorama Park
tonight, 8:00 p.m.
I told her
you'd meet her there.
I can't.
I'm on shift!
Yeah, ten minutes away.
- I'm in Virginia.
- And I'm still on shift.
Can't you put the family
before work just this once?
Oh, you're gonna go there?
Oh, I'm sure
you'll get me back.
[line beeps]
♪
Micah, can you switch
from Charlie to Oscar?
Okay, I don't know
what you're up to,
and I better not
catch heat for it,
but your dad just
walked back in.
What about Khalil?
He's in the kitchen.
God, he's obsessed with
that new coffee machine.
Anyway, he's waiting for--
♪
That's funny, your dad just
grabbed his keys and left.
His shift's till 10:00.
I might not be FBI, but I am
the federally appointed
U.S. Marshal.
And if I could speak
with the suspect,
I think I might be able
to shed light on something
that might have
been overlooked.
Ma'am, ma'am,
I already told you.
They're waiting for the agents
from the previous robberies
to arrive
and interview the suspect.
You don't have
jurisdiction here
or in any case like this
anymore, apparently.
[chuckles]
[gentle music]
Who do I need to talk to
about this?
He didn't do this one!
Why does nobody believe him?
I'm the one that told you
where to find him,
and even I admit
I made a mistake!
[indistinct conversation]
♪
I can't help you.
♪
[phone rings]
Did you know
Clare stood up both me
and the grief counselor?
I moved it to 6:00,
but because I waited for her,
I'm so behind, and I'm on--
Probation.
Yes, honey, I remember.
But since you were able
to get to an AUSA
to rush a subpoena for Clare,
I'm pretty sure
you can do something
for me too.
♪
How did you know I--
You know we don't
waste time asking
that question in this family.
I need that same AUSA
to sign off
on a deal I wanna
offer a suspect
in exchange for a confession,
but you can't tell Clare.
This is ridiculous!
Clare shouldn't even
be on this.
She's in pain!
Will any of you ever
put family above work?
It's a family business, Russ,
and if you didn't
wanna join it,
you could have gone
to art school.
I can get Clare
to the counselor by 6:00.
I'll get you your deal.
♪
U.S. Marshal
Jane Hollingsworth.
I don't think your husband
killed that man today.
He didn't.
That's what I've been
trying to tell everyone!
And I never gave him
that borescope.
Did Lamont ever
have a partner?
I don't think that
I'm supposed to--
I-I have a theory.
Can I run it by you?
3D printers weren't easy
to lug around in 2021,
so whatever image
your husband took of a lock
had to be sent
to someone off-site
to have a key made
and brought to him.
And that's why it took
40 minutes back then,
and it didn't today.
If you tell me the name
of his partner,
I can offer
your husband a deal.
Henry Critchley.
But we haven't seen him
for years.
♪
[line ringing]
Madison Day School.
Radha speaking.
Yes, hi,
my name is Sylvia Blum.
I'm a recruiter for
a private school in New York.
I was wondering if you could
tell me if a Logan Welling
was employed there in the past?
He left this school
as a reference.
Logan!
Of course!
He started here
right after COVID.
Gosh, I had such
a crush on him.
He left a year ago
for a position in D.C.
of all places.
Do you know anything
about his family?
Oh, gosh, not much.
His parents died
when he was young.
They had him older.
He lived over in
Midvale Heights,
the house he grew up in.
He was so excited
to move to a big city.
He had never lived
in one before.
Do you know
what kind of car he drove?
Uh, sorry, no.
I wish I could remember,
but I can't.
You did say this was for a
professional reference, right?
Did you wanna speak
to a teacher here?
I'm good. That's all.
Thank you.
[mysterious music]
[keys clicking]
♪
I'm telling you,
this year, more booze,
more games, more fun, okay?
You have to bring your friends.
It's gonna be epic.
Yeah, totally!
I mean, I totally agree.
Your frat throws
the best casino nights.
Yeah.
Give me one second.
I'm gonna go check on dinner.
[phone buzzes]
How's that going?
You'll be shocked, but
Gabe Prescott is not a winner.
I've had deeper conversations
with publicists.
What's taking so long?
Nobody can find my dad.
Do you even need him
to see this?
Isn't it enough
if everyone else does?
You don't know him.
If it doesn't happen
in front of his own two eyes,
- he'll spin on it for ages.
- Okay, fine.
I'll just tell Gabe that
I don't like Cameron Winter.
That'll buy us
at least a half hour.
[tense music]
♪
Let him know
I'm here with the agents
from the prior cases.
They can prep
the interview room.
- What, they didn't tell you?
- Tell me what?
Your suspect
was just released.
Released when? By whom?
Your mother. And just now.
♪
- Wait to hear from us.
- Okay.
I'll be in touch very soon.
♪
You got him released so you
could catch him again yourself?
No, of course not.
There's a plan
you don't know about.
If you just slow down--
- Where are you going?
- After them!
I'm coming with you.
♪
[engine revs]
Do you know anything
about his family?
Oh, gosh, not much.
His parents died
when he was young.
They had him older.
He lived over
in Midvale Heights,
the house he grew up in.
He was so--
[voice rewinding]
His family?
- [keyboard clacking]
- Oh, gosh, not much.
She's typing.
Parents died when he was young--
hey had him older.
He lived over
in Midvale Heights,
the house he grew up in.
He was so excited
to move to a big city.
Never lived in one before--
I'll be back.
I'm onto something.
Tucker didn't commit that
crime today or murder that man.
I can't believe you would
trust the word of a criminal
just to save your funding.
All these years, the reason
the FBI could never ID him
is because
there were two of them.
Tucker had an accomplice
named Henry Critchley.
Tucker would do the bank side,
and Henry the keys,
and that's why
the robberies took so long.
And it didn't today,
because today, Henry was alone.
He 3D-printed the keys
and left the scope
behind to frame Tucker.
If that were true, why would
he frame his former accomplice
three years later?
Because after
the last robbery,
Tucker felt the FBI
was getting too close,
so they made a plan
to go their separate ways
and wait a few years to safely
fence what they stole.
Their meet-up was
scheduled for tomorrow.
Tucker thinks Henry
wanted to get him arrested
so he could take
the goods himself
rather than splitting them.
That is the story he fed you
to get you to release him.
Releasing him was my idea.
He made a deal
to flip on Henry.
Now when Henry hears
that Tucker's out,
it will draw him out.
Yeah, or you got played,
and they both run.
♪
There you are.
I've been looking
all over for you.
Yeah, I got called back.
I wanted you
to see something
that I couldn't
tell you myself.
- Mr. President.
- Good evening.
Let's go.
- Who the hell is that?
- Don't worry.
He's not dangerous.
He just sucks.
Sir, we caught him
trying to steal a bra
from Sparrow's room
for some frat initiation.
[playful music]
This is what
you wanted to show me?
Syd!
Why don't we go
grab an ice cream?
♪
[tense music]
♪
- Did you lock down the block?
- Of course.
- What are you doing?
- My job.
I'm gonna go in there
and arrest him again
so I can get the full story
since it's pretty obvious
that Nicki lied to me.
Oh, and if I were Tucker's
phantom accomplice,
I'm pretty sure
the last place I would show
is a street crawling
with unmarked cars.
♪
[banging]
Tucker, open up!
FBI!
I'm coming in.
♪
You must be Henry.
One more step
and I'll shoot her.
Close the door, real slow.
Good, now drop your weapon.
♪
Good.
[excited clamoring]
Look out the window!
[faint pop music playing]
♪
Your ice cream's melting.
It does that.
Oh, wait, I'm sorry.
Is it ruining the photo op?
Syd, can't I just wanna take
my daughter out
for an ice cream?
We could have had
any of the 100 flavors
that the chef has
in the kitchen.
And yet here we are.
It's always a difference
between what we hope for
and what we receive,
isn't there?
I mean, here I was hoping that
I'd come home early and have
a nice time with my daughter.
And yet, instead,
I walk into a mess.
When are you
going to understand
how different your life is now?
The whole world's
looking at you.
I didn't ask them to.
You chose that for me.
You'd rather I turn down
the nomination
so you can have
a better social life?
Is it any wonder
I'm polling poorly
when my own family shows
such bad judgment?
I can't even leave
for five minutes.
Yeah, especially not
during your shift.
I took a call.
Yeah, with your coat
and your car keys?
It is your job
to thoroughly vet anyone
who comes into contact
with your protectee.
We did.
Everything about Gabe
checked out.
He's the son of
a civil rights attorney.
He's got a 4.0 GPA,
for God's sake.
How could any of us know about
some frat hazing request?
Because this job
requires us to read people,
not just the facts about them.
And Junior,
this time, you failed.
Back up, get down.
The president is here!
What are you doing
in my house, Henry?
What are you doing here, man?
You're supposed to be
behind bars.
Yeah, thanks to you.
[tense music]
Why'd you have to
kill somebody, man?
We don't kill people.
Put the gun down, Henry.
We can talk!
You should go
before more Feds show up.
Let us handle her.
Of course
you want me to leave.
You did me dirty.
Ah, I did no such thing,
Critch.
There's nothing at the spot.
I went. It's all gone.
You moved it so you could
have it all for yourself.
I would never do that.
I'm a man of my word.
So much that you
rolled on me to get out?
Snitch!
Honey, please don't
let him shoot me!
- Shut up!
- Sweetheart,
I'm not gonna let
anybody shoot you.
Hey, hey, why don't we all
just take a big, deep breath--
No! You are not getting
my wife killed!
Stagecoach,
they're on the move.
It's no wonder they asked me
to look into you.
Well, they asked,
or did you volunteer?
Oh, they asked,
and they were right to do so.
You shouldn't be on this detail
if you can't notice things.
Or maybe I notice everything.
Have you thought
for one second that maybe
I did this on purpose?
You wanted to know what Sparrow
was hiding, and you found out.
And the fact that
I did it in a way
as to alert you and not break
her trust at the same time
means nothing to you, clearly.
Oh, you deserve a gold star.
Always looking out
for yourself.
That's my boy.
We're on the move.
Let's go. Eyes up.
Hey,
hands out of your pockets.
Hands out of your pockets now!
Let's go. Let's go.
We have a visual here.
We need to take our shot
before anyone gets killed.
One wrong move,
and everyone could.
I know my daughter.
She'll get him
in front of that window.
Stand by.
I don't have a clear shot.
He's blocked.
♪
[floor creaks]
Da, da, da, da,
da, da, da, da!
Where do you think
you're going?
I don't get it.
If you didn't move the stash,
then where is it?
Answer me!
Where the hell is it?
- I told you, I don't know!
- I moved it!
I tried to get you to stop
so many times,
especially with
our daughter coming.
But when I found out
that you were still planning
to meet Henry, I got so mad.
The only thing I could do
was get rid of it.
Get rid of it how?
They're in a safe place.
- Don't worry.
- Where, baby?
Where?
- Where?
- They're here, here!
I put it in our safe.
Take me to it right now.
♪
Take the shot.
[gunshot]
[screams]
[tense music]
[sighs]
Alright. Well, I appreciate it.
Thank you.
Appreciate your time.
Thank you.
That quarterly had been
stalking the First Lady online,
posting about how he was
the only man for her,
so I didn't wanna
take any chances.
You were right not to.
He had drain cleaner on him,
and he was gonna throw it
at the president.
Sequoia wasn't with us,
and you spotted
her quarterly anyway.
It's my job
to protect Sydney--
not only when she's alone,
but when she's
with her family too.
So I keep up on every member's
threats, not just her own.
Junior,
I was wrong about you.
No, Dad, you don't have to--
When I was on PPD,
I never looked at anything
outside my own protectee.
That's how we were trained.
But you, you--
[soft music]
And while I think there's
more to that frat guy
than meets the eye,
after tonight,
I trust you can protect Sparrow
better than anyone.
And that is the job.
I won't doubt you again.
♪
Oh, God. I was so scared.
You're gonna be okay.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
You saved my life.
What's a mother for?
This is exactly why
you didn't want me
to go back to work.
- Maybe a little.
- I rushed to judgment.
I didn't think it through.
So you didn't see
the bigger picture this time.
No one's at their best when
they're running from something.
I know that
from experience.
Maybe that's why
I was being so hard on you.
What do you mean?
When Jack died
[pensive music]
I couldn't
Face it.
I didn't wanna let myself
sit in the pain,
so I threw myself
into my work.
But I wasn't ready, and--
oh, I screwed up
a case big-time.
And no mother wants
their kid to make
the same mistakes they made.
You never told me that.
I never told anyone that.
I didn't come back to work
because I was
running from what happened.
I came back 'cause
I didn't wanna be alone.
When I'm alone,
I see his face, and I wonder
what he was thinking
when he died.
I wonder what I could
have done to stop it.
We're all here for you.
Yeah.
On top of me.
I need you beside me.
There's a difference.
You're absolutely right.
♪
Bad news.
You won't be moving
anytime soon.
Oh. Yeah, I figured.
I also agree.
Yeah.
There's gonna be more people
here to protect you,
but it's gonna be harder.
It's always been hard for us.
The whole time my dad was going
at me, all I could think about
was how that's what
you'd do for me.
You'd take bullets
just to keep us a secret.
Is it worth it?
[soft music]
You're the only person
I know that sees me as myself
and not as an extension
of somebody else.
♪
You're the only one
that sees me that way too.
I would take any bullet
for you,
emotional or otherwise.
Well,
one of them you have to.
Hmm, even if I didn't.
Prove it to me in 2028.
Yeah, we'll find a way.
God, I hope so.
♪
[Beck's "Lonesome Tears"]
♪
How long do you plan to stay?
As long as she'll have me.
As long as she wants!
Hey, I'm sorry.
For what?
I know how much you've
been trying to help me
and how resistant I've been.
And you're always
looking out for everybody.
And I just want you to know,
I see you.
Lonesome tears ♪
And if you wanna
make a new appointment,
I promise this time
I will make it.
Yeah, that guy's never
taking my calls again.
[laughter]
I can't think of
what they're for ♪
Did you really tackle
a Class 3 on P Street?
Did.
So cool!
Oh!
Remember this?
Oh!
♪
I missed Sharon. Sorry.
I thought you might have,
so I went to see her myself
this morning.
Well, I want you to know
it wasn't because of work.
It was family.
Micah--
You don't have to
justify it to me, babe.
I'm as guilty of that
as anyone.
♪
When Jack went undercover,
we had to say goodbye to him,
knowing we'd never see him again--
not we might never,
but we actually
would never.
And, I know
you've always hoped
that he was alive, but
I had to tell myself
he was dead,
because to us, he had to be.
♪
Is he dead?
All Sharon knows is that
the last pay stub in his alias
was over a year ago.
She assumes he died in service.
♪
[exhales]
♪
Lazy sun ♪
♪
Your eyes catch the light ♪
♪
What about the cranes?
It's not him.
It's someone who knew him,
and we just have
to figure out who that is.
♪
[phone buzzes]
Agent Wallace?
Is everything okay?
Can you take this outside?
Uh, sure.
♪
I needed to
talk to you alone.
Understood.
You're scaring me.
I told you I would bring you
any relevant information.
I think I have some.
Is it about the killer?
It's about the victim.
I followed up
on his work references
and discovered they're fake.
They're backstopping.
Logan Welling
wasn't a history teacher
who found you out of nowhere.
He was an undercover
CIA operative,
and I'm pretty sure
his assignment was you.
[dissonant tones]
[mysterious music]
[camera shutter clicks]
[camera shutter clicks]
♪
[camera shutter clicks]
♪
[rhythmic percussive music]
♪