Line of Fire (2026) s01e05 Episode Script
Cul-De-Sac
1
Our son Jack
had been offered
an undercover assignment
for life.
This is his.
[dramatic music]
I didn't come back to work
'cause I was running
from what happened.
I came back 'cause
I didn't want to be alone.
I want a partner
who gives me
the benefit of the doubt.
I could give you an ex-husband.
Do you remember
when former President Barnes
got shot at a few years ago?
I was specifically told
not to talk to you
about this stuff.
[crowd chanting]
Four more years!
Four more years!
Four more years!
Four more years!
Four more years!
Four more years!
Because this presidency
isn't about me!
It's about us!
[cheers and applause]
It's about you!
[cheers and applause]
It's about
the United States of America!
It's about
the health-care worker
- Yeah!
- Whoo!
The factory guy.
Yeah!
[cheers and applause]
It's about the people
who make the heart
of this nation beat.
Americans who deserve
the dignity of a--
- Gun! Jack, get down!
- [gunshots]
Shooter, 10:00!
[grunts]
Get the president!
[dramatic music]
♪
Drip for Mike.
Emily, red-eye.
[J.J. Cale's "After Midnight]
- Oh. Sorry.
- Oh. Sorry.
Well, they usually label them,
or attempt to.
Mine's a red-eye.
Oh, big day ahead?
This one is definitely yours.
- How do you know?
- It's weaker, so
Ow.
Oh, that wasn't
a character assessment.
That only matters if you're
a good judge of character.
I don't think
I made a mistake
pretending
to confuse our drinks
so I could say hi to you.
- [phone buzzing]
- Uh
Oh, I
I am having one
of those mornings
where attractive women
just hurl themselves at me.
And yet you're still
magically free
to have this conversation.
You don't know
what I'm doing with my hands.
Are you trying
to make me jealous
'cause I canceled on you
last night?
Only if it's working.
I can make it up to you
tonight.
Barnes is in town.
I'll be done at 8:00.
Your girlfriends won't mind?
Oh, don't worry about them.
They'll do whatever I say.
Oh, that's too bad.
I was looking for someone
to do what I say.
Have fun with Barnes. [gasps]
Stevens, what are you
doing here?
♪
Oh, I'm in your way again.
No, you're not,
but that ring definitely is.
♪
Oh, well.
Um, I'll see you around.
[chuckles]
♪
You want us
to relocate your witness?
We just did this.
Why would a lead witness
for the prosecution
in an impending trial
blow his cover twice?
He's putting his own life
in danger.
I've been working with him
for a while.
He's not the brightest bulb
in the box.
My theory is that he's lonely,
so he's telling anyone
who will listen
that he's a whistleblower
for attention.
I can't keep moving him
without being sure
he's the one
blowing his own cover.
We need outside verification.
Call in the FBI.
[curious music]
♪
[speaking indistinctly]
One sec.
[scoffs]
♪
You're gawking.
In my experience,
when a man gawks,
he either wants your number
or to offer unsolicited advice.
- If I may--
- There we have it, folks.
Your boot's untied.
And if you want
a tighter grouping,
more weight on your left leg.
I was actually going
for a loose group.
And my advice--
turn that focus on yourself.
Natural deodorant is not
a safe bet in our line of work.
[phone buzzing]
Hollingsworth.
No, I'm not on a case
right now.
Why?
[siren wailing in distance]
You've made some changes.
Not enough, if you ask me.
The cafeteria still has
frank-and-bean Fridays.
- This way, sir.
- I know my way around.
Stop acting
like I'm an old man.
You are an old man, sir.
- Dolores, hello.
- Mr. President.
Just Mr. Barnes now, Dolores.
I'm a citizen like anyone else.
- I just made Dolores's day.
- That was Marjorie, sir.
Doesn't matter.
She's thrilled.
That touch of the common man
is why they're giving me
a library.
All former presidents
get libraries.
Yes, but mine's bigger.
Stick around.
I have a surprise.
[applause]
The boys are here!
Wouldn't miss a chance
to see you.
Oh, this is great. Oh.
- There he is.
- There you are.
- Good to see you.
- Good to see you both.
Six years ago, during
a campaign stop in New York,
an unhinged man
tried to kill me.
I'm only alive thanks
to God and to you.
That's why I wanted
to come here directly
to share that when it opens,
I will be dedicating
a wing of my library
to the men and women
of the Secret Service.
- Look at Dad. He's happy.
- He's faking it.
Not even two months ago,
he was still chasing
his wild theories about
the assassination attempt.
Maybe he found peace in this
last month, finally moved on.
And no one has done more
to keep me safe
than Mike Hollingsworth.
Come on up, Big Mike.
[applause]
At the library opening,
in front of the world,
I want you, Mike,
to give a speech.
Share the story
of your remarkable bravery
on the day you saved my life
so the world can see
what a hero looks like.
[light music]
- Surprise.
- [chuckles] Yeah.
He's not happy.
Not even a little.
♪
The crane was just
sitting there at your house?
- Yes.
- It's a warning.
He wants you
to stop looking for him,
or he's toying with you
like Berkowitz
or the Zodiac Killer,
which means
you're getting close.
There's something else.
I live in Seattle.
The list of people who know
I'm on assignment up here
is minuscule.
I'm in unlisted
government housing,
so how did this guy get
my address?
- He followed you?
- And my apartment number?
You think there's a mole.
Or the killer works
in government,
somewhere with access.
- Marshal Stevens?
- How much have they told you?
William Casale's
the star witness
in the DOJ's embezzlement case
against the CEO
of Rocket Tires.
Embezzlement's
too nice a word.
The guy drained hundreds
of pensions.
Employees of 20 years
wound up homeless.
Casale is the guy who can fix
that if he can stay quiet.
You think he blew
his own cover.
The first location,
a fire broke out
while he was asleep.
This last location,
a car tried to run us over.
No chance
they were both accidents?
It's my job
to assume the worst,
that the CEO is trying
to kill Casale
so he can't testify next week,
which would level
the prosecution's case.
Per Division,
they want you to go undercover
to find out just how indiscreet
my witness is being.
Alias details in that folder.
You'll be newlyweds
from Vermont.
- Yeah, I don't have a partner.
- You do now.
Meet your husband.
both: Oh, come on.
I did not sign up
for a reality show.
I'm one of the best agents
in the Bureau.
Said no best agent ever.
I'm gonna tell Division that
I don't think this job
needs two agents on it.
I'm sure I can get this guy
to open up on my own.
Not with that level
of hostility, you won't.
You sound like
a real married couple already.
Wheels up in 20.
[knocking]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Uh, thanks for being
there today, guys.
Are you gonna
give the speech?
No, I'm not,
and you know why.
Dad, it's not about one day.
It's about your entire service.
Can you focus on that?
No, not when
an innocent man was
blamed and killed by us,
I can't.
You don't even know
if that's true.
- That's a hunch that you've had.
- I believe it.
It's one thing to feel
something privately.
But how can I stand up there
and be applauded
for what I consider to be
a gross miscarriage of justice?
Why don't you let me and Russ
take a crack at it?
Prove you wrong.
You're not gonna find
anything that I haven't.
Then let us prove
that's because
there's nothing to find.
This poisoned my career.
Do you think
I want that for you?
Leave it be.
What are you gonna
tell Barnes?
The same thing that I'm
going to tell the president.
I can't live with this
uncertainty anymore
or the guilt of what
I believe I allowed to happen.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Is he saying--
- Yeah.
30 years,
thrown away like that.
Unless we prove
there's no conspiracy,
no cover-up,
Dad's gonna resign.
♪
[birds chirping]
I assume this is
your first time undercover.
Based on that
sentence construction,
I assume it's not yours.
I promise not to mansplain.
It's just we don't have
a lot of time to rehearse.
You know, usually you get
weeks to perfect a cover,
and sometimes you get hours,
so I want to help.
Oh, don't worry.
I've perfected mine.
Her name is Laura,
and she stabbed
her first husband with a knife
for offering her
unsolicited advice.
Dark web syndicate,
Albanian Mafia,
eco-terrorists--
I've hidden in plain sight
with them all.
Oh.
And the fastest way
to get someone to open up
is to know your own cover
inside and out.
You got to open up
to them first.
Look, I know what I'm doing.
I was brought onto this case
because I can handle
what comes at me.
I'm Laura. You're Aaron.
We've been married a year.
Beyond that,
I will use instinct
to decide what happens next
and the time I just saved
to learn about our mark.
William Casale was the oldest
middle manager at his company.
That tells me
he felt passed over.
He is the middle child
who's been divorced
with no girlfriend since.
That tells me he craves
attention on two counts.
He has a shellfish allergy--
a point of contact with which
to start a conversation.
I don't bake.
I don't fish.
But my last cover did,
so I learned.
It says in the dossier
Laura knows how to bake.
Well, then you should
DoorDash a cake, because--
and to prove my point--
this file can say
whatever it wants.
But what it cannot do
is download how to bake
into my brain.
The closer
my cover is to Clare,
the more convincing I'll be.
Why are you fighting me?
Because they should have
sent me in alone.
You know,
maybe they still can.
[knocking]
New neighbor alert!
- It's him.
- Oh, no.
[quirky music]
- New neighbor alert. Hi.
- [laughs]
I live just right
across the street there.
I'm Ben--Dan!
Dan.
Dan, it's so nice
to meet you.
- I'm Laura.
- And Aaron Dunne.
Oh, you came at the right time.
My wife was just about
to bake you a welcome cake--
Pie.
Well, if it doesn't have
shrimp in it, I'll eat it.
- [laughter]
- Come on in.
Pie I can do.
♪
Coroner's report for
Hoyt Sutcliffe, the shooter.
Do I want to know
how you have this?
Dad thought it might prove
they got the wrong man,
so he asked me to break some
rules and pull it last month,
then changed his mind.
What was he hoping
was in here?
Sutcliffe had been one
of Barnes's quarterlies.
Having visited him
over the years
and noting the condition
of his health,
Dad's theory was that Sutcliffe
couldn't pull a trigger
because of inflammation in his
joints from recurrent gout.
Well?
I'm not a medical examiner,
Micah.
Perivascular cuffing.
OK, that's inflammation.
Hyperuricemia.
Abnormally high
uric acid in the blood.
That's gout.
Was Dad right?
How did no one find this
before?
37 witnesses saw
Sutcliffe with the gun,
then he was shot
and killed instantly.
No one saw this file
because it wasn't
necessary to review.
Why would anyone care
what an assassin's
chronic health issues were
after he'd been ID'd
and killed?
Dad did.
I'm calling him.
Wait. His levels were high.
List of meds in his system,
including indomethacin.
OK, so?
It's prescribed
for gout flare-ups.
It would make him pain-free.
He could have fired the gun.
So this proves that
Dad was wrong, right?
Either way, it's a win.
This win's better because
the right guy went down.
How is it a win,
telling a man
who's made a career
out of his instincts
that his instincts are wrong?
Because there's
no conspiracy.
Dad doesn't have to resign.
[dramatic music]
♪
Everyone in this task force
is an incredibly
venerated agent
with a strong career
behind them.
It would be hard to believe
any of them could be a killer,
or aiding one,
and if they were,
what would they want,
hiding out here?
Everyone I've looked into
has an alibi
for at least one
of the murders.
So unless they're all
working together
and you're in some
serial-killer version
of "The Truman Show,"
there's no leak here.
Maybe the killer's just
good at what they do.
Maybe they traced my phone
or hacked the IP address
of my Netflix account--
I don't know.
Well, if they wanted
to kill you, you'd be dead.
And if they don't want
to kill me yet?
You wanted a sweep
for electronic surveillance?
The tech's here.
[rustling softly]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone buzzing]
Let me guess--
now the First Lady's
throwing herself at you.
I saw Barnes.
He wants me to give a speech
at the opening of his library
about what a hero I am.
Mm. I know how you feel
about that day.
You can turn it down
respectfully.
I plan on doing
more than that.
Don't act rashly, Mike.
Let me talk you out of it
over dinner.
Uh, I got to go.
I'll see you tonight.
- Micah, my mind is made up.
- I can change it.
What is this?
That's what you requested
from Russ.
Your whole theory was
that Hoyt couldn't have fired
because of his gout.
He was medicated
out of his mind that morning--
no pain, no swelling.
He could have done it?
He did it.
No second shooter, no cover-up.
You did your duty.
You protected Barnes,
and the right man went down.
It's over.
I told you not
to look into this.
You did.
- [sighs]
- You OK?
Yeah.
Sometimes you hang on
to something for so long,
you're not sure who you are
without it.
You're the guy that was
finally right to let it go.
[tense music]
[chuckles]
Give the speech.
You've never gone
fly-fishing?
Man, we got to go.
It is incredible.
I'm not really
an outdoorsy guy.
I mean I do like
Rollerblading, though.
Fly-fishing's more
about peace and quiet
than the outdoors.
I think Daniel's trying
to say it isn't for him.
Laura,
how's that pie looking?
- Need to check on it?
- Nope.
There's this
incredible movie called
"A River Runs Through It"
with Brad Pitt.
I'm gonna show you a clip.
Honey, do you know
where I left my iPad?
Excuse me.
What are you trying to do,
bore him to death?
I'm trying to build
a confession scenario with him.
We go fishing,
I get him alone for hours.
It's a lot of time to talk.
He's not going fishing
with you.
I am so sorry.
My husband just loves
fishing so much.
Ah, at least he has
a passion.
Wish I had one.
Well, you must be passionate
about something.
- I can tell.
- [chuckles]
- What is it?
- You'll laugh.
I'm seriously
into Leonard Cohen.
Like, I think we should be
naming streets after him.
Get out!
I love Leonard Cohen.
Have you ever seen him
in person?
I did, right before he died.
Oh, where?
Oh, gosh, I can't remember.
He wasn't famous
until he was almost 50.
He spent more than half
his life with so much to say,
and nobody had really
heard it yet.
Leonard makes me feel
like I could be more, you know?
Like maybe I have
a passion or a skill
or just unique knowledge
about something
that, if only people knew
Yeah, I've felt that way
my whole life.
And then the one day
that I found somethi--
Found it.
I'm not gonna make you watch
the whole movie,
but it did win an Oscar
for cinematography--
You know what?
I really need to get going.
Mm-hmm.
- Come on, just one clip.
- We'll see you soon.
Nice to meet you both.
[door closes]
He was just about to spill
before you interrupted us.
Interrupt?
I didn't interrupt.
I rejoined.
We're working this together.
Remember that?
We're not working it at all,
since he clearly
got weirded out
by you pressuring him to watch
Brad Pitt clips on YouTube.
This isn't music video night
at your gay bestie's house, OK?
[smoke detector beeping]
[scoffs] Your pie's done.
Oh, my God.
Why'd you text me
to come here?
I was with Dad.
I took that report
to a friend of mine, an M.E.
I wanted a real set of eyes
before we said a word to Dad.
About that--
The gout meds, they're listed
in his blood work,
but the panel that detects them
has to be specifically ordered.
It's not anywhere
in this report.
It was never run.
How'd they know
the meds were in his system?
Exactly. They didn't.
Someone wanted to make it look
like Sutcliffe
could have fired a gun.
It was a cover-up.
Dad might have been right
all along.
Why couldn't you
just call me?
Micah, what did you do?
[car door closes]
- Hi.
- Hi.
Nice to meet you.
I'm a cousin of Dan's
from across the street.
Yeah, you don't have
to pretend, Stevens.
I'm pretty sure we weirded out
"Daniel" so much
that our goal is now
unachievable.
- Not going well?
- I hate being married.
You and my first wife
have that in common.
[both laughing]
It's hard, what we do.
Yeah, my mom always says
it's impossible to protect
the world and also each other.
Everyone makes a choice.
I heard that,
probably from your mom.
[laughs]
Hey, Fred.
What are you doing?
I was just introducing myself
to your neighbor.
You shouldn't be outside,
though--you know the risks.
Yeah, I got
a pounding headache.
I thought that maybe the fresh
air would do me some good.
[dramatic music]
Stevens, gun!
Gun. Down!
[grunting]
[gunshots]
♪
[panting]
♪
What the hell just happened?
[panting]
Somebody took a shot at Casale.
And we just blew our cover.
- We have to tell him.
- Tell him what?
An hour ago,
I got him to put down a burden
he's carried for six years.
I'm not handing it back.
A federal autopsy
was doctored.
Results from a test
never ordered are included.
Yeah, but who's
willing to listen?
Nobody listened to Dad before.
Why would they now?
Now we have proof
of a cover-up.
That's all we have.
And whoever made that ME
fake the report
could still be in power.
It'd be easy for them to say
a coroner forgot to log a test.
A good lawyer calls a missing
lab test a clerical error.
But it's not an error.
It's too coincidental
to have a missing test
that covers up the one thing
Dad's hunch has been based on.
We tell Dad,
he walks into that speech
screaming "cover-up"
over a test nobody ran.
Best case,
he's back to resigning.
Worst case, whoever buried
this the first time buries him.
Makes him the lunatic
instead of the hero.
We find a smoking gun.
A doctored report proves
somebody lied--
not who, why,
or who pulled the trigger.
Then we find the actual gun.
Hoyt Sutcliffe had it on him
when he died.
If he's innocent,
somebody put it on him,
and that somebody
also fired it.
We need to review any footage
captured from that day,
but I'm sure it's classified.
How do we get it?
- [siren chirping]
- It doesn't add up.
Will Casale just moved in.
He hasn't had time
to blow his cover,
and yet there's already been
another attempt on his life?
How could the CEO
he's about to put away
know where he is that fast?
You saw the gunman here?
You'd have to be a marksman
to make that shot.
Assume it was a professional
hit hired by the CEO.
The first was fire.
Second was a car.
If you're gonna use a gun,
you go gun.
You don't wait.
You check on your witness.
I'll finish up here.
We already looked it over.
Snapped twigs, litter,
a bunch of kids' toys.
No prints.
[birds chirping]
[dramatic music]
♪
What is it?
I don't think
someone was after your witness.
I think they were after
my deputy marshal.
- Stevens!
- Yeah?
I need you to come with me.
- Yes, ma'am.
- [line ringing]
- Hello?
- We need to meet.
♪
[phones ringing,
indistinct chatter]
I'm so glad you accepted.
Uh, a bit early
for that, sir.
It's a thank you
for coming around.
I knew you never let go
of your suspicion.
I hoped you wouldn't let it
get in the way
of a commendation
as big as this.
To be honest, sir, I was
going do more than decline.
Up until today,
I was certain that we had
killed the wrong man.
I chased it
for over half a decade.
But this morning,
I set it down.
My boys proved me wrong.
I've never been so happy
to lose an argument.
Then it's settled.
[soft music]
Take this home,
and drink to the peace
that comes
when you finally know
the answer.
♪
You're acting like
you're waiting for a date.
Unlike you,
I like to be presentable.
Yeah, there's presentable,
and there's molded
out of plastic.
I'm about to request a favor
that may be a crime
from a guy I haven't seen
since my last tour.
I don't know if we're still
close enough for me to ask
or if we were just war buddies.
I need to not be nervous.
OK, come here.
[knocking]
- Man.
- [chuckles]
Man, am I surprised
to have heard from you.
- Oh, uh, this is my brother.
- Hey.
Hey. Brandon Hayes, NSA.
Micah Hollingsworth,
Secret Service.
- Pleasure.
- [sighs]
You know, when you called,
I thought you were gonna ask me
to go to Old Ebbitt's
to reminisce.
What's with
the cloak and dagger?
We're investigating
the attempted assassination
of former President Barnes.
I'm assuming your agency has
a file of any surveillance
from that day.
No comment.
OK, we need it, all of it.
- I know it's a big ask.
- Is this a joke?
Sorry.
Is my brother known for joking?
Well, I was actually
considered quite the comedian--
Why do you need it?
I--I can't tell you.
That's why it's a favor.
No, the favor is me
not reporting you for asking.
Never call me again.
[quirky music]
[whispering] Let's have dinner.
♪
[door closes]
I don't understand
why you're still here.
Does the FBI usually run stings
on cooperating witnesses?
It's not personal,
Mr. Casale.
Your cover keeps getting blown.
We need to know why.
And you thought it was me?
I am the last person
who would say anything.
Do you even like Leonard Cohen?
Yes, actually.
That part was real.
[groans]
Why is this addressed
to your last alias?
I left my Rollerblades
at my old place.
I had my neighbor
forward them to me.
- You did blow your cover.
- Of course not!
Keri is a lovely cat lady
with a Lladró obsession.
She would never rat me
to my former boss.
The box, Will!
They tracked the box!
[groans]
[box thuds]
[sighs] Are you OK?
I have a headache.
I don't feel good.
Actually, I don't either.
[tense music]
No blinking light.
The carbon monoxide detector
isn't on.
♪
The wire's been cut.
It's been sabotaged.
Out! Now!
Another minute,
we could all be dead!
♪
[siren wailing]
So that's why
I've had a headache?
You are lucky you've been
in and out so much today.
Carbon monoxide can kill
in as little as five minutes.
You're safe here, I promise.
Don't promise him that!
[tense music]
Hollingsworth.
Yeah, can you tell
Supervisor Esperanza
we need an extraction out here?
Our location's
been compromised.
I don't understand.
I--I thought you said
they wanted Stevens dead,
not me.
Yeah, different people
seem to want him dead.
I know it's confusing.
We're still trying
to figure it out,
but I bet your boss
wants you dead.
Don't freak him out,
Hollingsworth.
He needs to be freaked out.
He's a federal witness.
He has to understand
that his life is in danger!
♪
While you were busy
creating your character,
I was reading his file.
Do you have any idea
why he's being hid out here?
Not because he stood up
and did the right thing,
but because he tried
to blackmail his boss
with the info once he found it,
and instead of paying up,
his boss threatened to kill him
right then and there,
so Will turned on him.
He went to the DOJ,
and he asked for a deal.
This guy is no hero.
He's just in it for himself.
I don't care about
his principles, Hollingsworth.
Our job is to figure out
if he's been talking too much.
The case, that's--
that's the DOJ's job.
Well, unlike you,
I like to know
everything I'm walking into.
Well, maybe if you hadn't
walked in as you,
we would have
figured it out before
two people almost got killed.
Well, maybe
if you didn't spend
so much time arguing with me,
then I would have seen
that coming!
[door creaking]
both: Damn it!
♪
I'm starting to see triple.
That's 'cause this is
footage from everything--
security, surveillance,
civilian social media.
Almost 10,000 images,
and only one of them
has to show a man
nobody believes exists.
Well, they're blurry as hell,
and we're running out of time.
Dad's speech is, what,
12 hours out?
I still haven't even seen
Hoyt Sutcliffe yet.
Somewhere in here
is the second
before that trigger got pulled.
Wait.
Look at the timecode.
That's just before the shot.
[scoffs] Russ, that's mush.
It looks like a Rorschach test.
These photos are useless.
- That was before AI.
- AI? Really?
Everyone hates AI
until you need it.
That won't hold up
in a court of law, but
Is that Sutcliffe?
Hey, look next to him.
There's a guy with gloves.
[clicking]
It was summer--
hot, even with the rain.
So why is this guy wearing
leather gloves?
- Keep scrolling.
- Mm.
- [sighs]
- We never get his face.
Wait. There!
That's Hoyt Sutcliffe,
holding the gun.
Nope, that's not his hand.
Look.
Look at the glove.
Oh, my God.
Dad was right.
Sutcliffe isn't the shooter,
which means the real shooter's
still out there.
Now we just got to figure out
who the hell he is
before Dad gives that speech.
♪
Hey, I can't talk right now.
I'm on a case, sort of.
Sort of?
Do we still have plans?
Something came up,
and I don't know
how or when it might
resolve itself.
Well, I'm happy to wait.
I'm happy about
a lot of things,
actually, and I want
to tell you about it.
Can I call you back?
I just got to where I'm going.
And I need to figure
some stuff out.
- Wait.
- Oh, God, now Clare's calling.
I got to go.
[phone buzzing]
- Clare?
- We lost the witness.
You did what?
Give us an hour,
and I will update you.
I just didn't want you
hearing it from anybody but me.
- Jane, who you talk--
- Uh, sorry.
I'm here.
- [line beeping]
- Jane?
I looked everywhere.
I did too.
[tense music]
I need to think
for a second.
What did you think
was going to happen?
He's in here.
But we're not the only ones
who found him.
- You've been nothing but--
- That's the CEO.
Nightmare since
I found out who you are.
Do you have any idea why
someone would want you dead?
If I did,
you think I'd have agreed
to babysit that witness?
Ever seen
one of these before?
Sure, I mean,
in junior-high art class,
I guess.
What does that have to do
with anything?
We believe you're the target of
a serial killer
killing government agents.
We haven't been able to
identify a link between--
And you think that I'm next?
♪
All I was doing was
working a case, man.
Wait. Say that again.
I was working the case.
I haven't done anything
but that in a month.
We just found
his modus operandi.
He only kills agents
when they're on active duty,
on cases, so no one can
figure it out.
♪
ATF Agent Ryder--
accidental drowning
while waiting
to raid a ship
full of illegal arms.
DEA Agent Wolfe--
killed in a drive-by shooting
meant to look like the dealer
she was undercover with
had found her out.
Libby Farrell, my marshal--
apparently shot by the cartel
she'd gotten caught up with.
And tonight, if my daughter
hadn't been there,
it would have appeared
that Stevens was simply killed
by the hit man hired
to kill his protectee.
But why these
specific agents?
And if it was meant
to look like
they were killed
by different people,
why leave a calling card?
What if the cranes weren't
meant for us to find?
Each one was far enough
from the body
so as not to be easily found.
You didn't even know about them
until I pointed them out.
Logan's was close.
Yeah, I mean,
it's not all clicking yet,
but Libby's
and the other agents',
they were almost out of sight.
Libby Farrell?
Marshal Libby Farrell?
I thought she was killed
by a cartel.
How did you know Libby?
Did you work together?
Not exactly.
What do you mean,
not exactly?
I--I think I should ask
to speak to a lawyer now.
Should ask or need to ask?
How do you know
Libby Farrell?
Are you charging me
with something?
If not, I'd like to go.
Walk out that door,
and we'll find a way
to come down on you
like a ton of bricks.
Work with us, and we'll do
our best to protect you.
♪
I didn't know her well.
We did an assignment together--
[gunshot]
[both gasping]
[dramatic music]
You were just supposed
to die already,
and now I have to do this
myself.
♪
You're gonna write a note,
and you're gonna
shoot yourself,
and it's gonna look like
the pressure of this
got to you.
No one will believe this.
I don't even live
in this house.
You're pulling the trigger
out back, in the woods.
Dan, you here?
So sorry we're late.
It's her fault.
- Who is that?
- My neighbors, who live here.
♪
Get rid of them,
or I'll kill them too.
You didn't say you were
bringing a friend for dinner.
Oh, my bad.
- This is my friend Ty--
- Rone.
Tyrone Kaplan.
I'm Laura. That's Aaron.
- Hon', don't annoy the man.
- [chuckles]
Some people don't like
to be touched.
Don't speak for the man, sweetie.
He can speak for himself.
So you want to start
an argument now?
I'm not the one
starting it, dear.
[indistinct chatter]
♪
Tire treads in the alley.
Jumped down off the roof.
Knew how to get
in and out quickly,
and yet this was improvised.
He wanted to kill him
at the house, not here.
They're not gonna find
any prints up there.
You know that.
- You should go home.
- [scoffs]
[indistinct chatter]
I didn't even want
to invite him for dinner.
He just moved in.
Why are we always
the welcome wagon?
Because I am sick
of eating dinner
alone with you, OK?
Are you happy?
I am sick of being
married to you.
I am sick of sleeping
next to you night after night
and smelling
your cheap body spray!
♪
If you had just listened,
I wouldn't have to do this.
- [gunshot]
- [screams]
[grunting]
Tyler Petitti,
you're under arrest
for attempted murder.
And this time,
you'll have two federal agents
as the prosecution's
star witnesses.
You were right about
the tighter grouping.
And you don't smell half bad.
[chuckles]
Mike, what are you
doing here?
Well, since we made plans,
I figured you'd come home
sooner or later.
I had a terrible day.
Well, let me help you
with that.
- [cork pops]
- Can we do this tomorrow?
No, we can't,
because tomorrow,
I am giving a speech.
Because you were right.
It's done.
The boys laid it out for me
in black and white,
and it is such a weight
off my shoulders.
- Mike--
- It made me realize
I don't want
to sneak around anymore.
We've been doing this
for a while now.
You're not with Terry,
and I'm never really
with anyone--
I watched one
of my deputy marshals
get killed tonight,
right in front of me.
Are--are you OK?
Which is what I mean
when I say,
can we do this tomorrow?
Why won't you let me
help you?
I don't need help.
[sighs]
You used to want it.
When something bad
happens to me, I call you.
When something good happens,
something funny,
you're who I want
to share it with.
I don't ask you to do that.
I want to, and you let me.
It's great.
We talk, we laugh,
we make love.
And I'm still not
the person you call
when something happens to you.
I don't call anybody.
Mike, what we have,
it's fun, it's easy.
Yeah, we've been married
for over 30 years.
Well, we shouldn't be.
And if it were up to me,
we would go through with it,
but I don't
for you.
This isn't about Jack.
Everything is about Jack.
Th--those cranes--
it's like seeing his ghost.
And it's a reminder
of the one thing
that you refuse to talk about,
which is that you let him go!
It's what he wanted.
He asked our permission
to go undercover for life
and possibly die doing it.
If you had said no,
he wouldn't have done it.
He was willing
to risk his life
for his country, just like us.
Please stop blaming me
for honoring
a decision he made.
[soft music]
You're a wonderful man.
Barnes is right--a hero.
♪
But I will never forgive you.
I'm not your wife anymore.
Please understand that.
♪
Micah, look. That's him.
Let's get N-DEx, image search.
[tense music]
Damn it.
Wait. See that cord?
Hmm. VIP credentials.
I have the service logs.
Let's see if we can
match a face.
♪
Oh, good, 121 VIPs.
[both sighing]
Let's start from the top.
Abramovich, no.
Adair, no.
Agbayani, no.
Aguila, no.
No, no, no.
- Wait.
- What? What is it?
Sam Antosca.
♪
We got him?
The man who tried
to assassinate
President Barnes.
And he's still out there,
walking free.
♪
Oh.
What's wrong?
The log also says
who in the Secret Service
signed off on
Antosca's credentials.
♪
Dad let in the guy
who tried to kill
the president.
♪
Oh, hey.
I heard you got your stuff
last night.
I still wanted to say bye.
It's the least I could do
after signing
the divorce papers and all.
[laughs]
You were right.
I couldn't have done this
by myself.
Mm.
Yeah, I've only known you
a few days,
but something tells me
you could have.
I couldn't have.
I have this thing
where I get so focused
that I can't see
outside of myself.
It's genetic and annoying.
Um
I used to have a boyfriend
who kind of helped take
the burden off of me,
but he's, uh, gone.
And, um, yeah, I guess I forgot
I can rely on somebody
I'm not related to.
You can rely on me anytime.
I didn't--I don't mean--
Like, I-I--
I meant if you ever
need a partner.
You know where to find me.
[Neil Finn's "Turn and Run"]
I actually don't!
Huh.
I'll have to find you, then.
♪
[engine starts]
♪
There's
a light overhead ♪
Overhead ♪
In the sky overhead ♪
Overhead ♪
And I'm with you now ♪
In body in music and mind ♪
They got it right this time.
- Fancy suit.
- Oh, I got a thing.
Less jewelry
than I remember.
Yeah.
It was time.
Enjoy your day, Emily.
Tonight ♪
Oh, Mike!
In a plane
that's flying past ♪
OK, Mike.
At a speed
that makes me cry ♪
[laughter, applause]
Enough of all this pomp.
Let's bring up the man
responsible
for keeping me alive,
Secret Service
Agent Mike Hollingsworth.
[cheers and applause]
We should've told him.
Look at him, dude.
Last night, he was printing
a resignation letter.
Now he's got
his whole life back.
A life built on a lie.
He signed the shooter in.
Let Dad have this win
for today.
We'll tell him tomorrow
and let him retire
with dignity.
Thank you, President Barnes.
When you asked me
to stand up here,
my first impulse was to say no.
I'm not the one to stand
in front of the crowd.
I'm the one who watches it.
Most people think that
the hardest part of this job
is when they dive
in front of a bullet,
but that is all
training and instinct.
You don't think. You act.
The hard part is before--
the standing still,
making sure you see
everything in front of you
so that when it matters
you already have.
♪
President Barnes says
that a library is
where you find the truth,
and I finally found mine.
I did my job that day.
So did every man
and woman beside me,
and that's why
he's standing here now.
On behalf of the Service,
thank you for this honor,
and thank you for seeing us.
- [cheers and applause]
- Yeah!
- Just wonderful.
- Thank you.
- This can't be right.
- What is it?
The guest list
for the library luncheon
tomorrow for Barnes--
we're all working it.
I don't understand.
Sam Antosca is coming
to the event.
[camera shutters clicking]
And my shoes fall apart ♪
The tumbleweed runs ♪
♪
Over my ♪
See Agent Wallace, ma'am.
Right over there.
So turn and run ♪
Ma'am, you wanted
to speak with me?
Yes, um
how long have you been working
at the dentist's office?
Almost four years.
Have you seen anyone
in the back alley
or the parking lot
that seemed a little off?
No. I'm sorry.
It's such a lovely
place to work.
I can't believe something
like this happened here.
Why do you have a photo
of David?
- Is he OK?
- I'm sorry?
That's our lab tech, David.
Did he get hurt?
This man? This is David?
We've been looking for him.
We want to make sure he's OK.
Could you give me
his employment records,
his phone number,
anything you have on him?
Bring it to me, no one else.
I need to talk to him alone.
Can't break out ♪
♪
Can't break out of ♪
♪
But you can't break out of ♪
♪
Coming down,
you can't break out of ♪
[birds chirping]
[keys clacking]
[mysterious music]
♪
Our son Jack
had been offered
an undercover assignment
for life.
This is his.
[dramatic music]
I didn't come back to work
'cause I was running
from what happened.
I came back 'cause
I didn't want to be alone.
I want a partner
who gives me
the benefit of the doubt.
I could give you an ex-husband.
Do you remember
when former President Barnes
got shot at a few years ago?
I was specifically told
not to talk to you
about this stuff.
[crowd chanting]
Four more years!
Four more years!
Four more years!
Four more years!
Four more years!
Four more years!
Because this presidency
isn't about me!
It's about us!
[cheers and applause]
It's about you!
[cheers and applause]
It's about
the United States of America!
It's about
the health-care worker
- Yeah!
- Whoo!
The factory guy.
Yeah!
[cheers and applause]
It's about the people
who make the heart
of this nation beat.
Americans who deserve
the dignity of a--
- Gun! Jack, get down!
- [gunshots]
Shooter, 10:00!
[grunts]
Get the president!
[dramatic music]
♪
Drip for Mike.
Emily, red-eye.
[J.J. Cale's "After Midnight]
- Oh. Sorry.
- Oh. Sorry.
Well, they usually label them,
or attempt to.
Mine's a red-eye.
Oh, big day ahead?
This one is definitely yours.
- How do you know?
- It's weaker, so
Ow.
Oh, that wasn't
a character assessment.
That only matters if you're
a good judge of character.
I don't think
I made a mistake
pretending
to confuse our drinks
so I could say hi to you.
- [phone buzzing]
- Uh
Oh, I
I am having one
of those mornings
where attractive women
just hurl themselves at me.
And yet you're still
magically free
to have this conversation.
You don't know
what I'm doing with my hands.
Are you trying
to make me jealous
'cause I canceled on you
last night?
Only if it's working.
I can make it up to you
tonight.
Barnes is in town.
I'll be done at 8:00.
Your girlfriends won't mind?
Oh, don't worry about them.
They'll do whatever I say.
Oh, that's too bad.
I was looking for someone
to do what I say.
Have fun with Barnes. [gasps]
Stevens, what are you
doing here?
♪
Oh, I'm in your way again.
No, you're not,
but that ring definitely is.
♪
Oh, well.
Um, I'll see you around.
[chuckles]
♪
You want us
to relocate your witness?
We just did this.
Why would a lead witness
for the prosecution
in an impending trial
blow his cover twice?
He's putting his own life
in danger.
I've been working with him
for a while.
He's not the brightest bulb
in the box.
My theory is that he's lonely,
so he's telling anyone
who will listen
that he's a whistleblower
for attention.
I can't keep moving him
without being sure
he's the one
blowing his own cover.
We need outside verification.
Call in the FBI.
[curious music]
♪
[speaking indistinctly]
One sec.
[scoffs]
♪
You're gawking.
In my experience,
when a man gawks,
he either wants your number
or to offer unsolicited advice.
- If I may--
- There we have it, folks.
Your boot's untied.
And if you want
a tighter grouping,
more weight on your left leg.
I was actually going
for a loose group.
And my advice--
turn that focus on yourself.
Natural deodorant is not
a safe bet in our line of work.
[phone buzzing]
Hollingsworth.
No, I'm not on a case
right now.
Why?
[siren wailing in distance]
You've made some changes.
Not enough, if you ask me.
The cafeteria still has
frank-and-bean Fridays.
- This way, sir.
- I know my way around.
Stop acting
like I'm an old man.
You are an old man, sir.
- Dolores, hello.
- Mr. President.
Just Mr. Barnes now, Dolores.
I'm a citizen like anyone else.
- I just made Dolores's day.
- That was Marjorie, sir.
Doesn't matter.
She's thrilled.
That touch of the common man
is why they're giving me
a library.
All former presidents
get libraries.
Yes, but mine's bigger.
Stick around.
I have a surprise.
[applause]
The boys are here!
Wouldn't miss a chance
to see you.
Oh, this is great. Oh.
- There he is.
- There you are.
- Good to see you.
- Good to see you both.
Six years ago, during
a campaign stop in New York,
an unhinged man
tried to kill me.
I'm only alive thanks
to God and to you.
That's why I wanted
to come here directly
to share that when it opens,
I will be dedicating
a wing of my library
to the men and women
of the Secret Service.
- Look at Dad. He's happy.
- He's faking it.
Not even two months ago,
he was still chasing
his wild theories about
the assassination attempt.
Maybe he found peace in this
last month, finally moved on.
And no one has done more
to keep me safe
than Mike Hollingsworth.
Come on up, Big Mike.
[applause]
At the library opening,
in front of the world,
I want you, Mike,
to give a speech.
Share the story
of your remarkable bravery
on the day you saved my life
so the world can see
what a hero looks like.
[light music]
- Surprise.
- [chuckles] Yeah.
He's not happy.
Not even a little.
♪
The crane was just
sitting there at your house?
- Yes.
- It's a warning.
He wants you
to stop looking for him,
or he's toying with you
like Berkowitz
or the Zodiac Killer,
which means
you're getting close.
There's something else.
I live in Seattle.
The list of people who know
I'm on assignment up here
is minuscule.
I'm in unlisted
government housing,
so how did this guy get
my address?
- He followed you?
- And my apartment number?
You think there's a mole.
Or the killer works
in government,
somewhere with access.
- Marshal Stevens?
- How much have they told you?
William Casale's
the star witness
in the DOJ's embezzlement case
against the CEO
of Rocket Tires.
Embezzlement's
too nice a word.
The guy drained hundreds
of pensions.
Employees of 20 years
wound up homeless.
Casale is the guy who can fix
that if he can stay quiet.
You think he blew
his own cover.
The first location,
a fire broke out
while he was asleep.
This last location,
a car tried to run us over.
No chance
they were both accidents?
It's my job
to assume the worst,
that the CEO is trying
to kill Casale
so he can't testify next week,
which would level
the prosecution's case.
Per Division,
they want you to go undercover
to find out just how indiscreet
my witness is being.
Alias details in that folder.
You'll be newlyweds
from Vermont.
- Yeah, I don't have a partner.
- You do now.
Meet your husband.
both: Oh, come on.
I did not sign up
for a reality show.
I'm one of the best agents
in the Bureau.
Said no best agent ever.
I'm gonna tell Division that
I don't think this job
needs two agents on it.
I'm sure I can get this guy
to open up on my own.
Not with that level
of hostility, you won't.
You sound like
a real married couple already.
Wheels up in 20.
[knocking]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Uh, thanks for being
there today, guys.
Are you gonna
give the speech?
No, I'm not,
and you know why.
Dad, it's not about one day.
It's about your entire service.
Can you focus on that?
No, not when
an innocent man was
blamed and killed by us,
I can't.
You don't even know
if that's true.
- That's a hunch that you've had.
- I believe it.
It's one thing to feel
something privately.
But how can I stand up there
and be applauded
for what I consider to be
a gross miscarriage of justice?
Why don't you let me and Russ
take a crack at it?
Prove you wrong.
You're not gonna find
anything that I haven't.
Then let us prove
that's because
there's nothing to find.
This poisoned my career.
Do you think
I want that for you?
Leave it be.
What are you gonna
tell Barnes?
The same thing that I'm
going to tell the president.
I can't live with this
uncertainty anymore
or the guilt of what
I believe I allowed to happen.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Is he saying--
- Yeah.
30 years,
thrown away like that.
Unless we prove
there's no conspiracy,
no cover-up,
Dad's gonna resign.
♪
[birds chirping]
I assume this is
your first time undercover.
Based on that
sentence construction,
I assume it's not yours.
I promise not to mansplain.
It's just we don't have
a lot of time to rehearse.
You know, usually you get
weeks to perfect a cover,
and sometimes you get hours,
so I want to help.
Oh, don't worry.
I've perfected mine.
Her name is Laura,
and she stabbed
her first husband with a knife
for offering her
unsolicited advice.
Dark web syndicate,
Albanian Mafia,
eco-terrorists--
I've hidden in plain sight
with them all.
Oh.
And the fastest way
to get someone to open up
is to know your own cover
inside and out.
You got to open up
to them first.
Look, I know what I'm doing.
I was brought onto this case
because I can handle
what comes at me.
I'm Laura. You're Aaron.
We've been married a year.
Beyond that,
I will use instinct
to decide what happens next
and the time I just saved
to learn about our mark.
William Casale was the oldest
middle manager at his company.
That tells me
he felt passed over.
He is the middle child
who's been divorced
with no girlfriend since.
That tells me he craves
attention on two counts.
He has a shellfish allergy--
a point of contact with which
to start a conversation.
I don't bake.
I don't fish.
But my last cover did,
so I learned.
It says in the dossier
Laura knows how to bake.
Well, then you should
DoorDash a cake, because--
and to prove my point--
this file can say
whatever it wants.
But what it cannot do
is download how to bake
into my brain.
The closer
my cover is to Clare,
the more convincing I'll be.
Why are you fighting me?
Because they should have
sent me in alone.
You know,
maybe they still can.
[knocking]
New neighbor alert!
- It's him.
- Oh, no.
[quirky music]
- New neighbor alert. Hi.
- [laughs]
I live just right
across the street there.
I'm Ben--Dan!
Dan.
Dan, it's so nice
to meet you.
- I'm Laura.
- And Aaron Dunne.
Oh, you came at the right time.
My wife was just about
to bake you a welcome cake--
Pie.
Well, if it doesn't have
shrimp in it, I'll eat it.
- [laughter]
- Come on in.
Pie I can do.
♪
Coroner's report for
Hoyt Sutcliffe, the shooter.
Do I want to know
how you have this?
Dad thought it might prove
they got the wrong man,
so he asked me to break some
rules and pull it last month,
then changed his mind.
What was he hoping
was in here?
Sutcliffe had been one
of Barnes's quarterlies.
Having visited him
over the years
and noting the condition
of his health,
Dad's theory was that Sutcliffe
couldn't pull a trigger
because of inflammation in his
joints from recurrent gout.
Well?
I'm not a medical examiner,
Micah.
Perivascular cuffing.
OK, that's inflammation.
Hyperuricemia.
Abnormally high
uric acid in the blood.
That's gout.
Was Dad right?
How did no one find this
before?
37 witnesses saw
Sutcliffe with the gun,
then he was shot
and killed instantly.
No one saw this file
because it wasn't
necessary to review.
Why would anyone care
what an assassin's
chronic health issues were
after he'd been ID'd
and killed?
Dad did.
I'm calling him.
Wait. His levels were high.
List of meds in his system,
including indomethacin.
OK, so?
It's prescribed
for gout flare-ups.
It would make him pain-free.
He could have fired the gun.
So this proves that
Dad was wrong, right?
Either way, it's a win.
This win's better because
the right guy went down.
How is it a win,
telling a man
who's made a career
out of his instincts
that his instincts are wrong?
Because there's
no conspiracy.
Dad doesn't have to resign.
[dramatic music]
♪
Everyone in this task force
is an incredibly
venerated agent
with a strong career
behind them.
It would be hard to believe
any of them could be a killer,
or aiding one,
and if they were,
what would they want,
hiding out here?
Everyone I've looked into
has an alibi
for at least one
of the murders.
So unless they're all
working together
and you're in some
serial-killer version
of "The Truman Show,"
there's no leak here.
Maybe the killer's just
good at what they do.
Maybe they traced my phone
or hacked the IP address
of my Netflix account--
I don't know.
Well, if they wanted
to kill you, you'd be dead.
And if they don't want
to kill me yet?
You wanted a sweep
for electronic surveillance?
The tech's here.
[rustling softly]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone buzzing]
Let me guess--
now the First Lady's
throwing herself at you.
I saw Barnes.
He wants me to give a speech
at the opening of his library
about what a hero I am.
Mm. I know how you feel
about that day.
You can turn it down
respectfully.
I plan on doing
more than that.
Don't act rashly, Mike.
Let me talk you out of it
over dinner.
Uh, I got to go.
I'll see you tonight.
- Micah, my mind is made up.
- I can change it.
What is this?
That's what you requested
from Russ.
Your whole theory was
that Hoyt couldn't have fired
because of his gout.
He was medicated
out of his mind that morning--
no pain, no swelling.
He could have done it?
He did it.
No second shooter, no cover-up.
You did your duty.
You protected Barnes,
and the right man went down.
It's over.
I told you not
to look into this.
You did.
- [sighs]
- You OK?
Yeah.
Sometimes you hang on
to something for so long,
you're not sure who you are
without it.
You're the guy that was
finally right to let it go.
[tense music]
[chuckles]
Give the speech.
You've never gone
fly-fishing?
Man, we got to go.
It is incredible.
I'm not really
an outdoorsy guy.
I mean I do like
Rollerblading, though.
Fly-fishing's more
about peace and quiet
than the outdoors.
I think Daniel's trying
to say it isn't for him.
Laura,
how's that pie looking?
- Need to check on it?
- Nope.
There's this
incredible movie called
"A River Runs Through It"
with Brad Pitt.
I'm gonna show you a clip.
Honey, do you know
where I left my iPad?
Excuse me.
What are you trying to do,
bore him to death?
I'm trying to build
a confession scenario with him.
We go fishing,
I get him alone for hours.
It's a lot of time to talk.
He's not going fishing
with you.
I am so sorry.
My husband just loves
fishing so much.
Ah, at least he has
a passion.
Wish I had one.
Well, you must be passionate
about something.
- I can tell.
- [chuckles]
- What is it?
- You'll laugh.
I'm seriously
into Leonard Cohen.
Like, I think we should be
naming streets after him.
Get out!
I love Leonard Cohen.
Have you ever seen him
in person?
I did, right before he died.
Oh, where?
Oh, gosh, I can't remember.
He wasn't famous
until he was almost 50.
He spent more than half
his life with so much to say,
and nobody had really
heard it yet.
Leonard makes me feel
like I could be more, you know?
Like maybe I have
a passion or a skill
or just unique knowledge
about something
that, if only people knew
Yeah, I've felt that way
my whole life.
And then the one day
that I found somethi--
Found it.
I'm not gonna make you watch
the whole movie,
but it did win an Oscar
for cinematography--
You know what?
I really need to get going.
Mm-hmm.
- Come on, just one clip.
- We'll see you soon.
Nice to meet you both.
[door closes]
He was just about to spill
before you interrupted us.
Interrupt?
I didn't interrupt.
I rejoined.
We're working this together.
Remember that?
We're not working it at all,
since he clearly
got weirded out
by you pressuring him to watch
Brad Pitt clips on YouTube.
This isn't music video night
at your gay bestie's house, OK?
[smoke detector beeping]
[scoffs] Your pie's done.
Oh, my God.
Why'd you text me
to come here?
I was with Dad.
I took that report
to a friend of mine, an M.E.
I wanted a real set of eyes
before we said a word to Dad.
About that--
The gout meds, they're listed
in his blood work,
but the panel that detects them
has to be specifically ordered.
It's not anywhere
in this report.
It was never run.
How'd they know
the meds were in his system?
Exactly. They didn't.
Someone wanted to make it look
like Sutcliffe
could have fired a gun.
It was a cover-up.
Dad might have been right
all along.
Why couldn't you
just call me?
Micah, what did you do?
[car door closes]
- Hi.
- Hi.
Nice to meet you.
I'm a cousin of Dan's
from across the street.
Yeah, you don't have
to pretend, Stevens.
I'm pretty sure we weirded out
"Daniel" so much
that our goal is now
unachievable.
- Not going well?
- I hate being married.
You and my first wife
have that in common.
[both laughing]
It's hard, what we do.
Yeah, my mom always says
it's impossible to protect
the world and also each other.
Everyone makes a choice.
I heard that,
probably from your mom.
[laughs]
Hey, Fred.
What are you doing?
I was just introducing myself
to your neighbor.
You shouldn't be outside,
though--you know the risks.
Yeah, I got
a pounding headache.
I thought that maybe the fresh
air would do me some good.
[dramatic music]
Stevens, gun!
Gun. Down!
[grunting]
[gunshots]
♪
[panting]
♪
What the hell just happened?
[panting]
Somebody took a shot at Casale.
And we just blew our cover.
- We have to tell him.
- Tell him what?
An hour ago,
I got him to put down a burden
he's carried for six years.
I'm not handing it back.
A federal autopsy
was doctored.
Results from a test
never ordered are included.
Yeah, but who's
willing to listen?
Nobody listened to Dad before.
Why would they now?
Now we have proof
of a cover-up.
That's all we have.
And whoever made that ME
fake the report
could still be in power.
It'd be easy for them to say
a coroner forgot to log a test.
A good lawyer calls a missing
lab test a clerical error.
But it's not an error.
It's too coincidental
to have a missing test
that covers up the one thing
Dad's hunch has been based on.
We tell Dad,
he walks into that speech
screaming "cover-up"
over a test nobody ran.
Best case,
he's back to resigning.
Worst case, whoever buried
this the first time buries him.
Makes him the lunatic
instead of the hero.
We find a smoking gun.
A doctored report proves
somebody lied--
not who, why,
or who pulled the trigger.
Then we find the actual gun.
Hoyt Sutcliffe had it on him
when he died.
If he's innocent,
somebody put it on him,
and that somebody
also fired it.
We need to review any footage
captured from that day,
but I'm sure it's classified.
How do we get it?
- [siren chirping]
- It doesn't add up.
Will Casale just moved in.
He hasn't had time
to blow his cover,
and yet there's already been
another attempt on his life?
How could the CEO
he's about to put away
know where he is that fast?
You saw the gunman here?
You'd have to be a marksman
to make that shot.
Assume it was a professional
hit hired by the CEO.
The first was fire.
Second was a car.
If you're gonna use a gun,
you go gun.
You don't wait.
You check on your witness.
I'll finish up here.
We already looked it over.
Snapped twigs, litter,
a bunch of kids' toys.
No prints.
[birds chirping]
[dramatic music]
♪
What is it?
I don't think
someone was after your witness.
I think they were after
my deputy marshal.
- Stevens!
- Yeah?
I need you to come with me.
- Yes, ma'am.
- [line ringing]
- Hello?
- We need to meet.
♪
[phones ringing,
indistinct chatter]
I'm so glad you accepted.
Uh, a bit early
for that, sir.
It's a thank you
for coming around.
I knew you never let go
of your suspicion.
I hoped you wouldn't let it
get in the way
of a commendation
as big as this.
To be honest, sir, I was
going do more than decline.
Up until today,
I was certain that we had
killed the wrong man.
I chased it
for over half a decade.
But this morning,
I set it down.
My boys proved me wrong.
I've never been so happy
to lose an argument.
Then it's settled.
[soft music]
Take this home,
and drink to the peace
that comes
when you finally know
the answer.
♪
You're acting like
you're waiting for a date.
Unlike you,
I like to be presentable.
Yeah, there's presentable,
and there's molded
out of plastic.
I'm about to request a favor
that may be a crime
from a guy I haven't seen
since my last tour.
I don't know if we're still
close enough for me to ask
or if we were just war buddies.
I need to not be nervous.
OK, come here.
[knocking]
- Man.
- [chuckles]
Man, am I surprised
to have heard from you.
- Oh, uh, this is my brother.
- Hey.
Hey. Brandon Hayes, NSA.
Micah Hollingsworth,
Secret Service.
- Pleasure.
- [sighs]
You know, when you called,
I thought you were gonna ask me
to go to Old Ebbitt's
to reminisce.
What's with
the cloak and dagger?
We're investigating
the attempted assassination
of former President Barnes.
I'm assuming your agency has
a file of any surveillance
from that day.
No comment.
OK, we need it, all of it.
- I know it's a big ask.
- Is this a joke?
Sorry.
Is my brother known for joking?
Well, I was actually
considered quite the comedian--
Why do you need it?
I--I can't tell you.
That's why it's a favor.
No, the favor is me
not reporting you for asking.
Never call me again.
[quirky music]
[whispering] Let's have dinner.
♪
[door closes]
I don't understand
why you're still here.
Does the FBI usually run stings
on cooperating witnesses?
It's not personal,
Mr. Casale.
Your cover keeps getting blown.
We need to know why.
And you thought it was me?
I am the last person
who would say anything.
Do you even like Leonard Cohen?
Yes, actually.
That part was real.
[groans]
Why is this addressed
to your last alias?
I left my Rollerblades
at my old place.
I had my neighbor
forward them to me.
- You did blow your cover.
- Of course not!
Keri is a lovely cat lady
with a Lladró obsession.
She would never rat me
to my former boss.
The box, Will!
They tracked the box!
[groans]
[box thuds]
[sighs] Are you OK?
I have a headache.
I don't feel good.
Actually, I don't either.
[tense music]
No blinking light.
The carbon monoxide detector
isn't on.
♪
The wire's been cut.
It's been sabotaged.
Out! Now!
Another minute,
we could all be dead!
♪
[siren wailing]
So that's why
I've had a headache?
You are lucky you've been
in and out so much today.
Carbon monoxide can kill
in as little as five minutes.
You're safe here, I promise.
Don't promise him that!
[tense music]
Hollingsworth.
Yeah, can you tell
Supervisor Esperanza
we need an extraction out here?
Our location's
been compromised.
I don't understand.
I--I thought you said
they wanted Stevens dead,
not me.
Yeah, different people
seem to want him dead.
I know it's confusing.
We're still trying
to figure it out,
but I bet your boss
wants you dead.
Don't freak him out,
Hollingsworth.
He needs to be freaked out.
He's a federal witness.
He has to understand
that his life is in danger!
♪
While you were busy
creating your character,
I was reading his file.
Do you have any idea
why he's being hid out here?
Not because he stood up
and did the right thing,
but because he tried
to blackmail his boss
with the info once he found it,
and instead of paying up,
his boss threatened to kill him
right then and there,
so Will turned on him.
He went to the DOJ,
and he asked for a deal.
This guy is no hero.
He's just in it for himself.
I don't care about
his principles, Hollingsworth.
Our job is to figure out
if he's been talking too much.
The case, that's--
that's the DOJ's job.
Well, unlike you,
I like to know
everything I'm walking into.
Well, maybe if you hadn't
walked in as you,
we would have
figured it out before
two people almost got killed.
Well, maybe
if you didn't spend
so much time arguing with me,
then I would have seen
that coming!
[door creaking]
both: Damn it!
♪
I'm starting to see triple.
That's 'cause this is
footage from everything--
security, surveillance,
civilian social media.
Almost 10,000 images,
and only one of them
has to show a man
nobody believes exists.
Well, they're blurry as hell,
and we're running out of time.
Dad's speech is, what,
12 hours out?
I still haven't even seen
Hoyt Sutcliffe yet.
Somewhere in here
is the second
before that trigger got pulled.
Wait.
Look at the timecode.
That's just before the shot.
[scoffs] Russ, that's mush.
It looks like a Rorschach test.
These photos are useless.
- That was before AI.
- AI? Really?
Everyone hates AI
until you need it.
That won't hold up
in a court of law, but
Is that Sutcliffe?
Hey, look next to him.
There's a guy with gloves.
[clicking]
It was summer--
hot, even with the rain.
So why is this guy wearing
leather gloves?
- Keep scrolling.
- Mm.
- [sighs]
- We never get his face.
Wait. There!
That's Hoyt Sutcliffe,
holding the gun.
Nope, that's not his hand.
Look.
Look at the glove.
Oh, my God.
Dad was right.
Sutcliffe isn't the shooter,
which means the real shooter's
still out there.
Now we just got to figure out
who the hell he is
before Dad gives that speech.
♪
Hey, I can't talk right now.
I'm on a case, sort of.
Sort of?
Do we still have plans?
Something came up,
and I don't know
how or when it might
resolve itself.
Well, I'm happy to wait.
I'm happy about
a lot of things,
actually, and I want
to tell you about it.
Can I call you back?
I just got to where I'm going.
And I need to figure
some stuff out.
- Wait.
- Oh, God, now Clare's calling.
I got to go.
[phone buzzing]
- Clare?
- We lost the witness.
You did what?
Give us an hour,
and I will update you.
I just didn't want you
hearing it from anybody but me.
- Jane, who you talk--
- Uh, sorry.
I'm here.
- [line beeping]
- Jane?
I looked everywhere.
I did too.
[tense music]
I need to think
for a second.
What did you think
was going to happen?
He's in here.
But we're not the only ones
who found him.
- You've been nothing but--
- That's the CEO.
Nightmare since
I found out who you are.
Do you have any idea why
someone would want you dead?
If I did,
you think I'd have agreed
to babysit that witness?
Ever seen
one of these before?
Sure, I mean,
in junior-high art class,
I guess.
What does that have to do
with anything?
We believe you're the target of
a serial killer
killing government agents.
We haven't been able to
identify a link between--
And you think that I'm next?
♪
All I was doing was
working a case, man.
Wait. Say that again.
I was working the case.
I haven't done anything
but that in a month.
We just found
his modus operandi.
He only kills agents
when they're on active duty,
on cases, so no one can
figure it out.
♪
ATF Agent Ryder--
accidental drowning
while waiting
to raid a ship
full of illegal arms.
DEA Agent Wolfe--
killed in a drive-by shooting
meant to look like the dealer
she was undercover with
had found her out.
Libby Farrell, my marshal--
apparently shot by the cartel
she'd gotten caught up with.
And tonight, if my daughter
hadn't been there,
it would have appeared
that Stevens was simply killed
by the hit man hired
to kill his protectee.
But why these
specific agents?
And if it was meant
to look like
they were killed
by different people,
why leave a calling card?
What if the cranes weren't
meant for us to find?
Each one was far enough
from the body
so as not to be easily found.
You didn't even know about them
until I pointed them out.
Logan's was close.
Yeah, I mean,
it's not all clicking yet,
but Libby's
and the other agents',
they were almost out of sight.
Libby Farrell?
Marshal Libby Farrell?
I thought she was killed
by a cartel.
How did you know Libby?
Did you work together?
Not exactly.
What do you mean,
not exactly?
I--I think I should ask
to speak to a lawyer now.
Should ask or need to ask?
How do you know
Libby Farrell?
Are you charging me
with something?
If not, I'd like to go.
Walk out that door,
and we'll find a way
to come down on you
like a ton of bricks.
Work with us, and we'll do
our best to protect you.
♪
I didn't know her well.
We did an assignment together--
[gunshot]
[both gasping]
[dramatic music]
You were just supposed
to die already,
and now I have to do this
myself.
♪
You're gonna write a note,
and you're gonna
shoot yourself,
and it's gonna look like
the pressure of this
got to you.
No one will believe this.
I don't even live
in this house.
You're pulling the trigger
out back, in the woods.
Dan, you here?
So sorry we're late.
It's her fault.
- Who is that?
- My neighbors, who live here.
♪
Get rid of them,
or I'll kill them too.
You didn't say you were
bringing a friend for dinner.
Oh, my bad.
- This is my friend Ty--
- Rone.
Tyrone Kaplan.
I'm Laura. That's Aaron.
- Hon', don't annoy the man.
- [chuckles]
Some people don't like
to be touched.
Don't speak for the man, sweetie.
He can speak for himself.
So you want to start
an argument now?
I'm not the one
starting it, dear.
[indistinct chatter]
♪
Tire treads in the alley.
Jumped down off the roof.
Knew how to get
in and out quickly,
and yet this was improvised.
He wanted to kill him
at the house, not here.
They're not gonna find
any prints up there.
You know that.
- You should go home.
- [scoffs]
[indistinct chatter]
I didn't even want
to invite him for dinner.
He just moved in.
Why are we always
the welcome wagon?
Because I am sick
of eating dinner
alone with you, OK?
Are you happy?
I am sick of being
married to you.
I am sick of sleeping
next to you night after night
and smelling
your cheap body spray!
♪
If you had just listened,
I wouldn't have to do this.
- [gunshot]
- [screams]
[grunting]
Tyler Petitti,
you're under arrest
for attempted murder.
And this time,
you'll have two federal agents
as the prosecution's
star witnesses.
You were right about
the tighter grouping.
And you don't smell half bad.
[chuckles]
Mike, what are you
doing here?
Well, since we made plans,
I figured you'd come home
sooner or later.
I had a terrible day.
Well, let me help you
with that.
- [cork pops]
- Can we do this tomorrow?
No, we can't,
because tomorrow,
I am giving a speech.
Because you were right.
It's done.
The boys laid it out for me
in black and white,
and it is such a weight
off my shoulders.
- Mike--
- It made me realize
I don't want
to sneak around anymore.
We've been doing this
for a while now.
You're not with Terry,
and I'm never really
with anyone--
I watched one
of my deputy marshals
get killed tonight,
right in front of me.
Are--are you OK?
Which is what I mean
when I say,
can we do this tomorrow?
Why won't you let me
help you?
I don't need help.
[sighs]
You used to want it.
When something bad
happens to me, I call you.
When something good happens,
something funny,
you're who I want
to share it with.
I don't ask you to do that.
I want to, and you let me.
It's great.
We talk, we laugh,
we make love.
And I'm still not
the person you call
when something happens to you.
I don't call anybody.
Mike, what we have,
it's fun, it's easy.
Yeah, we've been married
for over 30 years.
Well, we shouldn't be.
And if it were up to me,
we would go through with it,
but I don't
for you.
This isn't about Jack.
Everything is about Jack.
Th--those cranes--
it's like seeing his ghost.
And it's a reminder
of the one thing
that you refuse to talk about,
which is that you let him go!
It's what he wanted.
He asked our permission
to go undercover for life
and possibly die doing it.
If you had said no,
he wouldn't have done it.
He was willing
to risk his life
for his country, just like us.
Please stop blaming me
for honoring
a decision he made.
[soft music]
You're a wonderful man.
Barnes is right--a hero.
♪
But I will never forgive you.
I'm not your wife anymore.
Please understand that.
♪
Micah, look. That's him.
Let's get N-DEx, image search.
[tense music]
Damn it.
Wait. See that cord?
Hmm. VIP credentials.
I have the service logs.
Let's see if we can
match a face.
♪
Oh, good, 121 VIPs.
[both sighing]
Let's start from the top.
Abramovich, no.
Adair, no.
Agbayani, no.
Aguila, no.
No, no, no.
- Wait.
- What? What is it?
Sam Antosca.
♪
We got him?
The man who tried
to assassinate
President Barnes.
And he's still out there,
walking free.
♪
Oh.
What's wrong?
The log also says
who in the Secret Service
signed off on
Antosca's credentials.
♪
Dad let in the guy
who tried to kill
the president.
♪
Oh, hey.
I heard you got your stuff
last night.
I still wanted to say bye.
It's the least I could do
after signing
the divorce papers and all.
[laughs]
You were right.
I couldn't have done this
by myself.
Mm.
Yeah, I've only known you
a few days,
but something tells me
you could have.
I couldn't have.
I have this thing
where I get so focused
that I can't see
outside of myself.
It's genetic and annoying.
Um
I used to have a boyfriend
who kind of helped take
the burden off of me,
but he's, uh, gone.
And, um, yeah, I guess I forgot
I can rely on somebody
I'm not related to.
You can rely on me anytime.
I didn't--I don't mean--
Like, I-I--
I meant if you ever
need a partner.
You know where to find me.
[Neil Finn's "Turn and Run"]
I actually don't!
Huh.
I'll have to find you, then.
♪
[engine starts]
♪
There's
a light overhead ♪
Overhead ♪
In the sky overhead ♪
Overhead ♪
And I'm with you now ♪
In body in music and mind ♪
They got it right this time.
- Fancy suit.
- Oh, I got a thing.
Less jewelry
than I remember.
Yeah.
It was time.
Enjoy your day, Emily.
Tonight ♪
Oh, Mike!
In a plane
that's flying past ♪
OK, Mike.
At a speed
that makes me cry ♪
[laughter, applause]
Enough of all this pomp.
Let's bring up the man
responsible
for keeping me alive,
Secret Service
Agent Mike Hollingsworth.
[cheers and applause]
We should've told him.
Look at him, dude.
Last night, he was printing
a resignation letter.
Now he's got
his whole life back.
A life built on a lie.
He signed the shooter in.
Let Dad have this win
for today.
We'll tell him tomorrow
and let him retire
with dignity.
Thank you, President Barnes.
When you asked me
to stand up here,
my first impulse was to say no.
I'm not the one to stand
in front of the crowd.
I'm the one who watches it.
Most people think that
the hardest part of this job
is when they dive
in front of a bullet,
but that is all
training and instinct.
You don't think. You act.
The hard part is before--
the standing still,
making sure you see
everything in front of you
so that when it matters
you already have.
♪
President Barnes says
that a library is
where you find the truth,
and I finally found mine.
I did my job that day.
So did every man
and woman beside me,
and that's why
he's standing here now.
On behalf of the Service,
thank you for this honor,
and thank you for seeing us.
- [cheers and applause]
- Yeah!
- Just wonderful.
- Thank you.
- This can't be right.
- What is it?
The guest list
for the library luncheon
tomorrow for Barnes--
we're all working it.
I don't understand.
Sam Antosca is coming
to the event.
[camera shutters clicking]
And my shoes fall apart ♪
The tumbleweed runs ♪
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Over my ♪
See Agent Wallace, ma'am.
Right over there.
So turn and run ♪
Ma'am, you wanted
to speak with me?
Yes, um
how long have you been working
at the dentist's office?
Almost four years.
Have you seen anyone
in the back alley
or the parking lot
that seemed a little off?
No. I'm sorry.
It's such a lovely
place to work.
I can't believe something
like this happened here.
Why do you have a photo
of David?
- Is he OK?
- I'm sorry?
That's our lab tech, David.
Did he get hurt?
This man? This is David?
We've been looking for him.
We want to make sure he's OK.
Could you give me
his employment records,
his phone number,
anything you have on him?
Bring it to me, no one else.
I need to talk to him alone.
Can't break out ♪
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Can't break out of ♪
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But you can't break out of ♪
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Coming down,
you can't break out of ♪
[birds chirping]
[keys clacking]
[mysterious music]
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