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Mikhail Durko is in custody. His nephew, Timur Novikov, is dead.

- There was a name. Gallagher. - Gallagher?

Yeah, just like it sounds.

Set a meeting with the Belarusian consul general.

I told you before, I don't know anyone named Volchek.

How hard would it be to get inside the consulate's computer systems?

I could install a rootkit. Then we'd be in.

- You say the headaches are worse? - I'm just looking for a little relief.

Live out the time you have left in as much comfort as you can.

Wish I could, Doc.

Nice.

Whirlybirds at 50 feet?

Yeah, go ahead.

Yeah. Good.

Don't patronize me.

- Let's see you. Come on. - All right.

Okay. I remember.

Airborne ranger.

Plus a distinguished expert.

- What does that mean? - Marksmanship.

It's the highest ranking. But that's for others to tell people.

I wouldn't think of telling you something like that.

- Oh, no. You would never. - No.

All right. Show me. Hit dude in the window.

- Why? What'd he do to me? - Punched your mom in the balls.

- Jesus. - You heard me.

What's wrong with you?

All right.

When we're in a firefight, you stand right next to me.

Done.

Mr. Harris, it sure is a pleasure having you here in person.

I'm sure you'll find everything's in order in the contract.

It's pretty boilerplate, standard fare.

When could I expect delivery?

Give the bank a couple of days to transfer funds,

and I don't see why you can't have delivery by Friday.

That would be beautiful.

- Does your CFO need to look at anything? - No. I base my business on trust.

And I trust you'll deliver when you say.

We will see you on Friday.

I look forward to it.

Always good to see American capitalists

so happy to make sales.

It brings them their greatest joy.

Give them a month. They won't be smiling.

I'd drink to that with the best vodka from the homeland,

but seems all on hand is a coffee shop in the lobby.

You want one?

Black. Two sugars.

Vusovich?

Or should I call you "Volchek?"

I am Iosif Astapov.

The Belarusian Consul General.

I am here to tell you your government is prepared to take a fresh look

at your legal troubles in the homeland.

I think you have the wrong man.

I am sure I do not.

The Americans are closing in on you.

They came to my office, asking a lot of questions.

They even broke into our computer servers,

fishing for information about you.

Still, Belarus would prefer not to antagonize our host country.

It would be in our best interest

if you give up whatever plans you hold here

and return to Minsk.

You'll be welcomed back to your birth country with open arms.

I will consider your offer.

Do not think long.

I found you once.

I can do it again, huh?

Okay. So, as you know,

we have been painstakingly drilling down on the name Gallagher.

The one that Meachum saw in the map in the basement of the dance hall.

It did take some time, but we were able to find this man.

Shawn Killian Gallagher.

He was friends with Timur Novikov in high school.

And in 2013, they were arrested together for carjacking.

And we're just finding out about this now?

He was a minor when it happened, so his records were sealed,

but Bell worked a friendly judge.

- Called in a favor. - Good job.

Turns out Gallagher was arrested twice more for drug trafficking.

He did two short stretches and is currently out on parole.

Okay. Meachum and I will talk to his PO.

Uh, sir.

The Belarusian consulate discovered our rootkit and severed the connection.

We no longer have access to their classified files.

Also, I find it curious that they didn't close the consulate

or report they've been breached or infiltrated.

I mean, Meachum took down three of their security detail.

You would've thought that made it to the wire.

Yeah. Well, with things so tense at home,

the Consul General Astapov likely wanted to keep things quiet

so as not to draw heat from his superiors.

My dad used to call that a CYA rug sweeper.

Exactly.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- You really with DEA? - Fifteen years.

You know I applied there?

They said I was in line, but it's real political.

Yeah. It's not something they'll say on record,

but it's all about who you know.

I guess I don't know the right people.

Come in. Come in. Have a seat. Have a seat.

Good to see you fellow law enforcement officers in here.

Yeah. Departments working together. It's the symmetry that gets you places.

I read about the LAPD and the FBI not getting along,

but different breed dogs work in the same pack.

Am I right?

Um, so...

...we understand that you are Shawn Gallagher's parole officer.

I'm the senior PO for a lot of bad hombres. Let me check.

Yeah. Shawn Gallagher. This guy.

- He's a real fried egg. - What does that mean?

He's one of those, uh-- whatchamacallit-- um, doomsdayers.

"The end of times are coming," you know?

"The cell towers are turning our water to poison." That type of thing.

- Right. - He's all the way into it.

I give him about 92% chance he violates before his time's up.

Mark my words.

Has he been making his regular appointments?

- Yeah. - Secured employment?

You know, I think so, but, uh, looks like I'm a little backed up.

I haven't updated the system.

- How about, uh, an LKA? - Of course.

What's the average on... on violators?

- About 70% get rearrested the first year. - You're kidding.

I'm not, sir. Not about that.

Uh, here we go. House in Highland Park.

- Hmm. - You, uh... You want me to text it to you?

Oh, no. No, that's, uh...

We can... ...not do that.

Look at this.

Boom. See?

Got it. Thank you for your time.

Uh, Sam Johnson.

In case you wanna put in a word for me with your bosses at the DEA.

Yeah. I-I will do that.

Stan Jackson. Got it. Okay.

In here.

All of you.

This morning, following my meeting,

I was confronted by Iosif Astapov,

the Consul General of Belarus.

I don't know how he found me, just that he did.

He meant to intimidate me,

but he will find that throwing rocks at a bear

is a way to get your face mauled.

He will not spoil my plans to bring this country to its knees!

I want to know his schedule,

what he does every hour of every day.

I want to know everything about his daily routine...

where he eats, where he sleeps, where he smokes his cigarettes, okay?

Understood?

Find out! Today!

- Well, this is it. - All right.

- All right. - Oof.

What's going on?

Nothing. Just like... You know when you drink an Icee too fast?

Well, we're good. Let's go.

You guys cops?

Yeah. LAPD. You should go back inside.

You looking for Shawn Gallagher?

Yeah. You know him?

I know he hasn't been there in months.

That place is a ghost house.

All right. Go back inside.

- He took my hot plate, if you see it. - Not gonna tell you again.

All right. This guy's a prepper, so he's probably gonna be strapped.

Shawn Gallagher, police. Open up.

Well, look at that.

That would've sucked.

Jesus.

- Clear. - Clear.

This guy's not home.

It looks like he hasn't been home for weeks.

Let's get out of here before a grenade goes off.

- Should we grab the neighbor's hot plate? - Ah, fuck that guy.

All right. Well, Shawn Gallagher was definitely there.

The place was like a booby-trapped little house of horrors.

- That dude is out there. - Yeah.

Yeah. I looked under the hood on him,

including the list of visitors he received during his various jail stints,

and the same name popped up in over ten different visitor logs

for dates over the course of a year.

Wade Trippett.

Record?

Drunk and disorderly from five years ago, but no felonies and no jail time.

That many visits? He's not just a friend.

- You and Finau go talk to Trippett. - Oh, thank God.

I've had all the wacko ambushes I can take for a day.

Tag. You're it.

Yeah. I have his work address. It's Shoe Heaven, at the Vine.

Oh, come on. A mall?

Yeah. I called earlier, and he's working right now.

Oh, great. We get trip wires, these guys get to go shoe shopping?

Let me know what size Jordans you want, bro.

Yeah. You're not funny.

Twelve!

If they have it.