FBI: Most Wanted

Well, did you try Elisa?

I put her number in our contact sheet.

Nope, nope. It's okay.

I'll take care of it.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Morning. - Hey.

What's with the bagels?

New guy starts today.

A little tradition I have.

You already found a replacement for Ivan?

- Yep. - A new replacement.

That was fast. Didn't feel like it.

I had 38 applications and half a dozen phone calls

from people putting in a good word, but it's done.

His name is Ray Cannon, good guy.

Needs a little seasoning, but I think you're gonna like him.

Everything all right? Yeah.

I kind of have a situation here.

My daughter threw up at school, my nanny

is not answering her cell, and my wife's in court.

You mind if I step out for a minute?

- No problem. - I won't take long.

My nanny is probably just feeding the baby, and...

Sheryll, it's fine. Go.

I'll save you a pumpernickel with a schmear.

Thanks. I'll be back soon.

Okay.

Listen to me. This is a terrible idea.

He's been in there too long.

Someone's gonna see you.

They just left the restaurant.

I can't believe you followed him here.

Please don't do this.

Just go. Get out of there.

I am not stopping.

- You have to. - You're in control.

You don't have to do what he says.

I said no!

Can I help you?

I'm sorry, I...

- Thanks for making the run. - Sure.

- I'll see you in there, okay? - Okay.

Damn weirdo.

What the hell?

Marion, no! No, no, no!

Aah!

Kristin. Welcome.

- Nice to meet you. - Yeah, likewise.

Hey. Everybody, meet Ray,

the bright future of the FBI. Indeed.

- He tell you his story yet? - I just walked in.

Wait till you hear this. Born and raised in New Orleans.

Started with their PD when he was 19

but smart enough to go to night school

and get a college degree.

Seven years patrol, four as a junior detective.

And last year, graduated Quantico

at the top of his class.

Been chomping at the bit behind the desk

with Violent Crimes in Albany ever since.

I leave anything out?

I play stride piano.

And I won state senior year, all-district MVP.

On the badminton team.

- No football. - Oh, right.

- He's messing with you. - Yeah, he does that.

Anyway, the bagels are gonna have to wait

'cause a case just came in.

Should we wait for Sheryll?

She had a personal thing. We're just gonna go.

Okay.

48 minutes ago, in Murfreesboro, Tennessee,

unknown subject opens the door to the local IRS office,

tosses a bomb inside, and flees the scene.

Deceased victim, Marion Meeks.

Senior agent.

Married father of two based out of Nashville.

What was he doing in Murfreesboro?

He had business there.

Just finished breakfast

with this woman, Martha Danzette.

Works full-time at the Murfreesboro office.

She's pretty freaked out because if Meeks hadn't

asked her to run get office supplies,

she'd be inside too.

Instead, she was still in her car.

Saw the whole thing.

Anything on who we're chasing?

Video's not helpful, but according to Martha,

white male, late 20s, early 30s,

wearing a hat and some kind of army jacket.

She saw him with a backpack talking on his phone

in the parking lot before Meeks went inside.

- Could be a racial thing. - Mm-hmm.

Or a taxpayer pissed off with some kind of axe to grind.

That's what Treasury's worried about,

that their agents were targeted.

They've put all offices on high alert.

Well, yeah, a young white male,

rage issues with the government.

I'd say that's a concern. All right.

Jet's waiting. Let's get to Nashville.

Kristin, you take Meeks' workplace.

Hana, you've got the crime scene.

Ray and I will go and talk to his wife.

Hey, sorry. What did I miss?

We've got a fugitive in Tennessee.

Okay. You're the new guy?

Ray Cannon. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you. Pair up with Kristin.

She'll brief you on the way. Let's roll.

He's really getting straight to it.

Yeah.

I knew something was wrong

when he didn't call this morning.

He always checks in like clockwork.

- And what was his job? - Audit specialist.

He spent 15 years doing personal returns

until I moved him over to small business

and paycheck protection loans when the pandemic started.

Why'd you move him?

Because it's a lot more complicated.

And Marion was smart and thorough.

He's one of the best I've ever seen, honestly.

Did he ever interact with any of the people he was auditing?

During COVID, it was mostly by mail or online.

But in the last six months,

he started doing field audits again.

Why is that?

It's harder to lie in person,

especially to Marion.

Did anyone ever threaten him?

Lawyers did it every day.

I mean the people, the taxpayers.

Well, I guess it's possible, but Marion's tough.

He never said anything.

You think someone he was auditing did this?

Well, we're not sure yet.

How many open files did you have?

At least 500, maybe more.

Can you filter those for us?

White males, age range 25 to 35?

I'm sure we can. We'll get you set up.

Thank you.

Sorry for your loss.

Can you tell us about your husband?

He was a good father, a good provider.

- Was he active in the church? - Yes.

He was a deacon for 20 years.

Did he have any enemies?

Had anyone threatened him recently?

Not that I know of.

Marion was a very private man.

Stern is the word people use.

He never talked about his work, and I didn't ask.

Look, I already told the police this already.

I understand.

We're just trying to get as much information

as we can so we can find who did this.

It's not obvious?

A white racist loser angry at the world?

The country's full of them.

Those are my boys.

I need to go. Of course.

You have funeral arrangements to attend to.

There's not going to be any funeral.

Marion's getting cremated.

Hi, babies.

- Something's off. - Tell me.

The cremation.

I mean, Baptist don't usually do that,

especially in the South.

When the rapture comes, how are you gonna get out of the grave

if you're burnt to ashes?

You're a church guy?

Enough to know.

That kind of makes sense, though.

Ever see a bomb go off?

So you close the casket and you still have the funeral.

Look, I'm telling you. The services is a big deal.

All right? It's weird.

Hey, Hana. What's up?

We found a green army-style jacket

stuffed in a dumpster three blocks from the crime scene.

ERT's on the way.

Any witnesses?

No, but we got a call to the tip line.

A cab driver picked up a white male about a mile from here.

He was acting strange and talking on his phone.

The cab driver got spooked,

faked car trouble, and let him out.

He got home, saw the news, he thinks is our guy.

- What was the drop-off? - South of here.

The corner of Church and Butler.

Call Highway Patrol. Set a three-mile perimeter.

If he's on foot, can't have gotten far.

You have to end this.

Go to the police and turn yourself in.

That cab driver suspected something.

He probably already called them.