FBI - Sixth Season

- Don't move. - Okay.

Don't move, man.

All right.

Don't do anything stupid.

You can have my money.

We don't want that. We want something else.

Come on, Mike.

Let's go for a ride.

Let's go. In the Van.

Now.

No!

My gosh. Bless you.

I swear, if this kid does not start sleeping

through the night, we are going to have to hire a night nurse.

That's a great idea.

I hear they're, like, really cheap.

Well, I mean, you're made of money, so we're good.

No, I'm... I'm made of FBI money, okay?

Not night nurse money.

I wish I would have known that before I had a kid with you.

- Nina! - I'm kidding.

That's so bad.

I love you.

Okay.

We have to book this flight to napa for Andrea's wedding.

Well, your sister's off. She can come watch Dougie.

Yes.

Maybe we'll get some sleep there.

So these are the flights I'm thinking.

What do you think about taking separate flights?

Like around the same time but just different planes.

What?

Well, just to make sure we're doing the safest thing.

Yeah. Yeah.

We'll just... we'll take separate taxis

and different elevators and walk on opposite sides

of the sidewalk in case a car jumps, yeah.

This is the kind of thing that we have to think about.

Yeah, I understand that,

but Stuart, I mean, risk is a part of life.

You can't avoid it.

Tiff, what's up?

Victim was male, white, late 50s.

Took one to the back of the head.

- No wallet? - No nothing.

Just the body.

And since it's on federal land...

Was he killed here?

More like dumped.

Who found him?

A woman who lives nearby.

She was out walking her dog.

Didn't see anything, though.

The hell?

Whoever did this was an animal.

Okay, what else do we know?

Not much, other than the me

estimates the time of death was around 9:00 P.M.

Hopefully we can pull a decent print.

All right, let's do both. Yeah.

Thanks.

- Hey. - Hey.

Prints on that body that was found on the tracks came back.

Yeah?

Whoa.

Mike... Mike rosen?

It's unbelievable.

Yeah.

Wow.

How did he... I mean, do we have any leads, or...?

No, nothing, so let's dig in.

Let's figure out what the hell happened.

Yeah. Okay. You wanna throw it up?

All right. All right, folks, listen up.

Hey.

Hi. Hello.

Just... thank you.

So one of our own

was just tortured and killed, special agent Mike rosen.

Maybe some of you knew him.

He was retired, but he worked organized crime

and counter terrorism, and he spearheaded

some of the biggest and most successful operations

this bureau has ever seen.

Which means two things. One, we need to solve this

as soon as humanly possible, and two,

there will be a long list of potential enemies.

Mrs. Rosen.

I'm special agent bell. This is special agent zidan.

They beat him.

Tortured him.

Why would they do this to Mike?

I'm sorry to do this now,

but can we ask you a few questions?

Was anything unusual going on with Mike?

- Any altercations? - No.

Not that I was aware of.

No gambling issues or money problems?

God, no. Mike was frugal.

The only thing he liked to gamble on was himself.

When did you two speak last?

Last night, around 8:00 or so.

He was on his way home from work.

So Mike took another job after he left the bureau?

Yeah. At a security firm.

He wanted to stay busy.

What kind of security firm?

Rosen was a good man.

A man's man, if I'm allowed to say that.

- Say what you feel. - The way I feel?

I'd like to put a bullet in the head of the prick who did it.

Actually, the pricks, 'cause there's no way

one guy could have pulled this off.

Not someone like Mike.

Sir, we appreciate your passion

I know. I'm just talking.

So what exactly did Mike do here?

He helped coordinate all the logistics.

Schedules, payroll, pickups, drop-offs.

It was all administrative stuff.

Go figure.

The guy was under with the Italian mafia for ten months.

Not a scratch.

So was anything going on with Mike?

Have any problems? Someone harassing him?

No, he was just doing his thing, you know?

Did his work nice and easy.

But he took it seriously.

Take last night, for example.

He logged into the portal around 9:00 P.M.

Just to get a jump start on today's work.

Was that typical?

Now that I think about it, no.

Okay, we're gonna need the exact time

he logged into the portal.

Copy that.

The joc said the device that rosen used

to access the portal at 8:55 P.M.

Pinged off a tower 300 yards north.

Which means he was held and tortured somewhere close by.

If I was gonna torture somebody,

I'd probably do it in there.

All right, we'll check out the lower floors.

Copy that.

Hey, by the way, thanks for having my back

- on the hakim thing. - Yeah.

You're gonna figure it out, tiff.

You know, just can't do it alone.

You need to talk to somebody.

Look, we don't have to do this again.

We're gonna keep doing it until you get some help.

But we don't have to.

Because I am talking to someone.

I'm seeing a psychologist, and she's really good

at this kind of stuff.

Glad to hear that.

I think we got something.

Come downstairs.

Okay.

What do you got?

Chair, zip ties.

A whole lot of blood.

This is definitely where it all went down.

Hopefully these guys left something behind.

Like a shell casing?

9-millimeter.

All right.

We learn something from the surveillance video?

Yes, sir. Check this out.

Enters the warehouse at 8:35 P.M.,

exits at 9:01 P.M.

Right around the approximate time of death.

Right, all right, so they grab rosen,

take him to the warehouse, torture him,

force him to access his work portal,

and then shoot him and dump his body

near the railroad tracks, right?

That's the theory?

All right, well, theories don't make cases.

Answers do. Names do.

Hey, well, we got one.

Print from the shell casing came back to Anthony Chavez.

Yeah?

Okay.

Age 31, born in New York, single, no priors,

and briefly worked for provident armored,

same firm that rosen worked for.

Really? Okay.

And do we have an address on him?

No lka, no phone number.

There's a vehicle registered to a po box in his name.

Green cargo Van. Same make and model.

Hot damn. We have a suspect, folks.

Check it out.

Let's access his GPS and find out where the hell he is.

Check it out.

Shots fired.

Robbery in progress.

Hey! Hey!

Down!