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Volchek.

My uncle can get us not just out of the city,

but out of the whole damn country.

- You sure you're okay? - Yeah, you know what it's like.

You're not really living unless you're close to dying.

SAC Blythe is one of the only people standing between the citizens of this city

and a very imminent threat.

- He's seen it. - We have to get rid of him.

Drew.

We need a 10-1 immediately at Chestnut and Brand.

One GSW to the abdomen. Pulse is faint, lung sound diminished.

Let's get him on the stretcher. One, two, three, go.

Up.

Hey, I'm gonna go. Okay?

Check and see if there's anything salvageable in there

before PD combs through it.

I saw something in the basement they don't want me to see.

And notify Blythe.

Larry, how long we got?

Hey, buddy. Come on. Stay with us.

Right? Keep breathing, okay? We're almost there.

- Can you grab me a pack of four-by-fours? - What?

- Gauze pads, up in the corner. - Shit.

I got 'em, I got 'em.

I can't get this bleeding to stop.

As soon as I lift this hand up, fresh pads.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- And now. - Oh, God.

Okay, Drew. Okay, okay, I got you. I'm right here, okay?

Hey, it's Meachum. Listen to me. I'm right here, okay?

We're almost there. We're gonna fix you up nice, okay?

Is...

Hey, pal. Hey, hey. You keep breathing, okay?

Listen to my voice. Just listen to my voice.

We're almost there. Goddamn it.

- Okay, what do we got? - GSW to the abdomen. BP is 72/40.

Let's go, let's go.

Okay, let's get him in the tube. Flora, call Dr. Nesbitt

and pull him out of that hernia, now.

Wait here.

Satellite pharmacy 3426. Satellite pharmacy 3426.

Officer Drew, uh, Damon...

...died in surgery.

They tried to, uh...

They, uh...

They said he lost too much blood.

They did everything they could, but he...

Cora.

What... No.

No.

No. No, no, no.

No, no, no.

Please, no.

Oh, God.

We believe this to be the result of an act of arson

in connection with a manhunt for an escaped convict.

There were injuries sustained while trying to make the arrest,

and a casualty count has not yet been finalized.

Now, this investigation is ongoing,

so we will alert you when we have more information.

Damon Drew...

...was a man who loved his family, his job, his country.

Not in equal measure, but in that order.

He... He knew the... the pressures and the danger

and the relentlessness of chasing down threats

who had wished to do harm to the United States,

but he fought them anyway.

And he did so with grace and determination.

I believe we have disrupted this terrorist threat, whatever its endgame.

I believe now is not the time to retreat, lick our wounds,

take a step back.

I'd like us to put our noses down, focus,

and be the elite task force I know we can be. Can we do that?

What about a funeral service?

I asked Cora to consider keeping it private

as a public funeral might attract these guys.

Ultimately, it's up to her.

All right, let's get back to work. Find these assholes.

Meachum.

Did you see anything in the basement?

Any scrap of information, a location, a name?

I mean, it was pretty dark. I didn't know... really know what I was looking at. Um...

I saw a map of the LA port.

Wait.

What is it?

There was a name.

There was a name. It was, um...

It was on the side wall. It was tacked up like it was important.

- Gallagher. - Gallagher?

Yeah, just like it sounds.

Okay, let's run a reverse search on that name,

look for any connections between Novikov and Volchek.

Immigration attorney, business associate, immigration sponsor, any business ties.

- The works. - On it.

- Sir, there's a problem. - What?

LAPD is looking to reassign their detectives to in-house special units.

This came from LAPD?

That's my understanding.

Thank you, Heather.

I think you should postpone this plan of yours...

We have--

We have... I understand your obsession with...

Don't you ever talk to me...

...like you are in charge.

You burned down my restaurant!

Be glad that's all I burned.

Next, your house...

Your wife...

Anything that stands in my way.

- Okay. - Do you understand me?

Okay. Yes, I'm sorry.

Get your mind right.

It is.

You've been here too long.

No, no. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - We see it all the way through.

Yes. It won't happen again.

It won't happen again.

Hey.

How'd it go with the notification to Drew's wife?

Brutal.

Yeah.

Lost a son and her husband in the same year.

I can't even imagine.

The only way to make this right is to find whoever did this

and put them in the ground.

Yeah. Amen to that.

I should have had a better plan.

What?

I was, uh...

I was reckless because...

...'cause that's just how I've always been.

You know, I just blindly followed Timur.

I went down those stairs when I knew it was...

...risky and I, uh... I didn't have an extraction plan.

- Followed your instincts. - Yeah, and because of that, Drew's dead.

That's what it's like partnering with me, you see?

I'm so busy not giving a shit about myself

that I don't think for one second about the people who are backing me up.

You done?

- I guess. - Good.

You know, this isn't the first time I lost a member of my team.

It was, um,

nine months into working for the DEA.

- Here we go. - Shut up.

When my training agent was shot and killed during a raid.

For weeks, I questioned every decision I made in the run-up

and through the execution of that attack.

If I had gone right instead of left...

If I had been first at the door instead of second.

If I had brought fucking coffee that morning

and we had waited just ten more minutes.

Just ten more minutes before the attack, would Jim still be alive?

But those questions never go away.

So, what you do, what you learn to do is bite 'em down,

put 'em away and focus on the job ahead.

Otherwise what the hell are we doing here?

Hey. Shepherd found something.

The dance hall in Burbank was registered under an LLC, right?

So the first thing I did was pull the permitted visitor registry

at Palmdale for Timur Novikov while he was incarcerated.

I then pulled the names of the LLC officers registered with the state,

and comparing the two, I found this name.

Mikhail Durko. Belarusian.

I also found a second address registered to the LLC,

this one residential in Studio City.

And that is 1421 Wrightwood Drive.

So I contacted the US Postal Inspection Service

to see who's receiving mail at Wrightwood--

- Mikhail Durko? - Correct.

You got a photo?

Uh, yes.

That's him.

That's Timur's uncle. That's who we met at the dance hall.

All right. Oliveras, Meachum, Bell, Finau, go check out that address.

Shepherd, I want Durko's travel history, immigration status,

business and tax records, citizenship record,

criminal history, all databases.

It's done.

Let's go, let's go.

LAPD, open the door.

LAPD!

Hey!

Hey!

Get the fuck out of the car!

On the ground, now!

- Get down! - I-I thought you were burglars.

Where's Mikhail?

He-He left.

Where?

He... He-He left left. He left me.

Agent Blythe, what brings you out to my office?

I think you know.

The LAPD detectives I have working under my command are essential.

The fact that you went to the police commissioner

to interfere with their assignment is unconscionable, misinformed and dangerous.

Agent Rackley from DHS informed me you lost a member of your task force.

Damon Drew?

And you wanna talk to me about what is dangerous.

And while I am certainly sorry for your loss,