FBI: Most Wanted

20 degrees out, and she's rocking a crop top.

- No complaints here. - Stacy's in my econ class.

Econ? That's gonna destroy your GPA.

My dad made me take it.

Well, maybe Stacy can tutor you

on some of the finer points of supply and demand.

Hey, what's up?

You guys on the lacrosse team?

Yeah, yeah. Why?

You thinking of trying out?

No, no, recruited for football.

I was all-state O-line in high school.

I'm kidding.

I'm a grad student in the philosophy department.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - He believed me, though.

- Did you see that? - Yeah, right.

So, how did you do last season?

12 and 4.

- Sweet. - Yeah.

I'm Dylan, by the way.

You guys look empty.

Is it cool if I buy us another round?

Yeah, yeah. Whatever, bro. Go for it.

Four drafts, please.

Yeah.

That dinner was amazing. Thank you.

You're welcome.

It's ever better in summer

when the local corn and tomatoes are in season.

Then we'll come back.

So can you put a bow on a horse?

Yeah.

Yeah, I don't see why not.

Tali's gonna be thrilled.

I've been meaning to ask you.

There's a barrel jackpot coming up in Medford.

I'd love for Tali to get a taste of competition.

Well, if you think she's ready for it.

That's what you did growing up, right?

My mom was into dressage, but I wanted to jump,

so I rode in the junior steeplechase circuit back home.

I don't know sounds a little dangerous to me.

Says the guy who became an FBI agent?

It was either that or classical piano.

Yeah, right.

So...

- You want to grab coffee? - Yeah, yeah.

I'm not ready to go home yet.

Okay, great.

Ooh.

Jake... you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey. You shouldn't be driving, dude.

Let me take you home.

Come on.

Okay. In.

Wha...

Why are we stopping here?

You look like you're gonna be sick.

Dude, I'm okay, I'm okay.

I don't want you to puke in your car.

Come on, let's get some fresh air for a minute.

- You good? - Yeah, yeah.

There you go.

- Okay. - You'll be okay.

- I'm good, I'm good. - Okay.

Aah!

What are you doing?

Get off! Get off of me! Get off me!

Aah!

Hey, hey. Look who it is. How you doin', kiddo?

Good. Glad to be back.

Yeah, well, we missed you around here.

It's been like Gladys Knight without all her Pips.

You meet Ortiz?

- Yes, sir. - All good.

- How's the foot? - One more week in the boot.

Isobel's official orders "Take it easy."

- Oof. - Good luck with that?

You're chipper today.

Yeah, well, I...

Um

I think we should get to work.

Hana, you run it. Show Ortiz how it's done.

It's your anything-but-typical Friday night

at Bard College.

Second from left is our quarry, Dylan Wright,

at least that's what the ID he flashed at the bar said.

The bro with his arm around him is our victim, Jake Ferris.

He's a senior at Bard.

We're chasing one-offs now?

Jake is a son of New York Representative Diane Ferris.

Ring a bell?

The Republican who votes her conscience.

Pro-immigration, pro-choice, abstained on impeachment twice.

Which really pissed off her party's base.

She's had protesters outside her home.

Well, Jake never made it back to his dorm last night.

His body was found

on the banks of the Hudson early this morning.

The coroner says he drowned.

So what makes this a murder, then?

This.

Surveillance footage from the Kingston-Rhinecliff Bridge

30 minutes after Jake left the bar.

That's Jake's car, and, presumably, that's our Dylan.

He pushes him over and takes off.

Annandale PD found the car abandoned in an alley.

No fingerprints, no eyewitnesses.

This could be anything from a targeted political hit

to a fight about a girl.

Any address on the other boys in that photo?

Yeah.

They're the ones who gave the selfie to the Annandale PD.

They live in a house off-campus.

Okay, Barnes and I will go see the boys.

You two see if you can nail down who this Dylan is.

- I got the campus. - I got the bar.

- What about me? - Yeah.

Get with Joint Terror Task Force upstairs,

see if there's any open threats on Ferris and the family.

You need a wheelchair or anything?

Bite me.

You gonna let him do you like that?

He's just mad I moved back into his love nest with Zadie,

who I hooked you up with in the first place.

You're welcome.

We didn't know him.

It was the first night we ever met him.

He came to our table

and started asking Jake about lacrosse.

Then he went to the bar and bought us a round.

Had two beers with us, and he left.

- Jake left right after? - Yeah. He said he felt tired.

Weird, 'cause Jake will usually close the place down.

What's really weird is Jake's a D-pole.

200 pounds of muscle and quicker than a cat.

There's no way that little shrimp

could've thrown him off a bridge.

He would've kicked his ass.

Maybe not after a night of drinking.

Did Dylan ever mention Jake's mother?

No.

She's been in the news a lot lately.

Yeah, but people are pretty chill about that here.

She's kind of a hero.

Were the four of you together the whole night?

Yeah.

- Although... - Although what?

Dylan went to take a leak before he left.

I went in after him, and he was still there

writing something on the stall door...

Graffiti or something.

You remember what it was?

Just that he was using a red Sharpie.

That bathroom's covered in tags.

I figured it was his cell number

and he was looking for a dude to hook up with.

So he wasn't really interested in lacrosse?

He didn't hit on us or anything,

but that's the vibe we got.

Could he and Jake have had a misunderstanding about that?

Jake?

Definitely not.

All right, fellas.

Thank you.

He was here three nights in a row.

That's how I remember his name on his license

and gave it to the cops.

Did you know it was a fake ID?

It's a college bar. Most of them are.

Can't turn away everyone.

Otherwise I'll be flipping burgers somewhere.

Did you see him buy beer for anybody else?

No, but I saw him

chat up some clean-cut, good-looking guys.

Definitely a jock sniffer.

Hey, Boss. What's up?

All right. I got it.

I need to see your men's restroom.

Corner to the right. Help yourself.

Thank you.

Hey, pal.

I'm gonna need you to step outside.

Come on.

Come on, man.

- Damn, this place reeks. - Wasn't me.

- Your music's too loud. - Sorry.

What are you doing over there?

- Nothing. - Just, work stuff.

You left the light on in the foyer again.

Turn it off, or you'll be paying my electric bill

on top of your rent.

I will. I'm sorry.

You going out again tonight?

I'll be quiet when I come in.

You better be.

I tracked every name in the threat profile

on the congresswoman.