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The governor's press secretary was killed.

Governor Shelby. It is my recommendation that you cancel the event.

Who are you to be giving protection advice to the governor?

- What about the gun? - AI AXSR.

It's the best sniper rifle in the world.

Molly's hanging with some heavy-duty drug players.

I'm happy for you and the doctor.

We would've wrecked everything we got here.

I think that Todd might be on the job.

Everything that he is doing is to trigger a response.

Morning, hon. I know that you're dealing with a lot,

and I am not gonna add to your burden, okay?

This is his signature. This symbol is one that Todd used multiple times.

I can reach out to my contacts to see who supplies Raising Bane.

Maybe we slide in undercover?

He was taking pictures of Bell and Oliveras.

He set all this up so he'd know who's on the task force.

Who's hunting him.

LAPD! Open up!

-Hi. -Hi.

-I was surprised you called. -I was surprised you answered.

Well, you caught me at the right time.

I'm… between things.

Huh.

What happened to Seabass?

-My mom thought he was the one. -He wasn't?

No.

What does your mom think about me?

Can't stand you.

Eh.

Clock's ticking.

Yep.

What's up?

Morning.

Going for a run. Been training for a 5K.

-You have to train for that? -Oh, yeah, sure.

You don't want to pull a hip flexor or quads.

-Running's high-impact. -Mm-hmm.

Made protein shakes. Left one for you in the blender.

And if you can, we need to get a dinner on the books with the Hamburgs.

I can't make any set plans with--

No, I-I know. Just, when your world calms down is what I'm saying.

Okay.

-Bye. -See ya.

- Where the hell have you been? - Oh, shit.

-Yeah, "Oh, shit." -Uh, you should… You should go.

Okay, what? Are you on something?

- Oh, my God. Get off my back. - Get out of here, man.

Molly, I am not on your back. We literally had dinner plans.

Last night. You didn't show up. You didn't text me, didn't leave a note.

Geez, I'm not your fucking child. I'm your sister.

Well, then maybe stop acting like a fucking child.

- Fuck off. - Molly.

Molly.

Okay.

-Hey. -Hey.

-You didn't text me back. -Oh, I didn't?

-No. -What'd you want?

I had some thoughts on the case. Why were you so fucking busy?

Oh, well, I didn't want to interrupt you and the good doctor.

You know, you guys could've been having a romantic dinner,

and here I am, beep, boop, boop, inserting myself.

Well, I texted you.

-Maybe I was having a romantic dinner. -Where'd you take her? Pink's Hot Dogs?

Don't ever denigrate Pink's.

-Uh, briefing. -Yeah.

- After… please. - Oh, no.

- Wouldn't think of it. - Okay. Thank you.

We discovered a video

from a little mom-and-pop grocery store up the road from the bar.

Their security camera shows the part of the street

where Raising Bane's parking lot empties.

It's not HD, so we can't really see license plates,

but we do have a good capture of the makes and models of the vehicles.

We're making a comprehensive list,

comparing it to registrations within a 20-mile radius.

As soon as we locate one owner, dominos. We'll have five more.

We'll begin to have a picture of who was at the bar yesterday and what they saw.

And maybe we'll get lucky and find Todd's ride.

Any new information on the manifesto?

Uh, yes. I discovered that

some of the language from the manifesto matches verbatim

the rantings of a host of a talk radio program here in LA.

What you're seeing with your eyes, what you're hearing with your ears

is something I call "worldsploitation."

And I'm saying no, no, no, no, no. Not today.

You can't take my rights, you government imperial horny toads.

You can't take my rights,

you profit-seeking neotectonic shiftless mudfish.

Yeah. So those, uh, words are not heard on any other programs.

He's just making these up.

-That's some wackadoodle nonsense. -What is a neotectonic mudfish?

It's what I called my last girlfriend.

Sound bites come from the Randy Mankin Truth to Power Hour on AM 1103.

It plays twice a day. It's not syndicated, can't find it online,

so these words are only heard in Southern California.

Excellent work.

Meachum, Oliveras, go pay Randy Mankin a visit

and see if he has any, I don't know, obsessed fans trying to make contact.

-On it. -Yep.

How are things with the doctor?

Good, I guess.

He's been trying to take me to wine country,

but this job keeps things fluid, you know?

Yeah, for sure.

I will say that with my life popping off every freaking five minutes,

it's nice to have some kind of steady, reliable stability.

Right. Every girl I know is looking for the most boring guy she can find.

Linda told me you were coming.

I'm Randy Mankin. You're federal officers?

We work for a federal task force.

I'm, uh, Detective Mark Meachum. This is Agent Amber Oliveras.

I appreciate your service. How can I help?

-Just like that, huh? -Sure.

But aren't you Randy Mankin, host of, uh, Truth to Power Hour?

Who, him?

You ever watch wrestling?

You think those guys hate each other when the cameras turn off?

I used to be the guy giving financial advice

until the recession knocked my ratings all the way to Timbuktu.

Guess what?

No one losing their house wants to hear financial tips from a deejay.

So I make one comment about how Wall Street's incestuous tryst

with Washington seems downright Orwellian,

and, uh, suddenly my ratings rebound,

and the suits say, "Try that jacket on full time."

Okay. So you're a hustler.

I prefer the term "professional entertainer."

-Right. -Look, it's all fun and games.

-I was a theater major at UCLA. -Yeah.

Look, tomorrow, I might be talking about technology

or college football or restaurants,

but right now, anger pays the bills.

Speaking of anger, uh,

you have any obsessed fans that might not be in on the joke?

Oh, sure. I mean, anyone who sticks their neck

above the waterline is gonna attract mosquitoes.

Oh, Gilly. Tell them about the scary Powerheads.

Yeah, we don't get so many old-school letters anymore.

But the message boards? It's a murderer's row.

Brave Internet warriors.

We use an outside security service to monitor the disturbing ones,

put up a watch list in case anyone shows up here unexpected.

-Got their faces under the desk there. -Some real kooks.

Uh, we're gonna wanna see that list.

-Sure. -Great.

Um, sh-should I be worried?

No.

It's all fun and games, right?

Well, we went through the flagged accounts of Powerheads,

what the Randy Mankin Power Hour fans call themselves,

but nothing screamed out Todd to us.

You'd be surprised how many old ladies are into this stuff.

But I'm not sure Marianne Colletta, age 92,

is sniping people at gas stations.

-Any of these jokers law enforcement? -Negative.

One guy was in the National Guard, but he died last year from colon cancer.

Really, none of the flagged posts sound like our guy. Right?

I mean, a bunch of rantings from obsessive fans, sure,

but, uh, nothing smart enough to rise to Todd level.

These names came from where?

The radio station hired a, uh… a threat-monitoring company.

Worldshield? Something like that?

Ask Worldshield to expand their parameters.

Tell them we're searching for specific keywords

found on both the radio show and in the manifesto.

Maybe somebody wrote a… a one-time post, like a rough draft.

They didn't flag it because it was a one-time thing,

but it might be meaningful to us.

Yeah. On it.

POTUS will be here in six days for the fundraiser.

Right. I haven't been notified of any change of schedule,

but I'm not at the top of the list of agents--

I need to be read in on the venue.

Right. Yeah, they absolutely should do that, and I for one--

-Fitz. -Yeah?

I need you to tell your boss to make that happen.

Oh.

Yes, right. That's…

on my to-do list for right now.

Uh, okay.

I spoke to Brian Hume at the Secret Service and smoothed things over.

-You're lucky the governor likes you. -I'm just doing my job.

You think your UNSUB lured your task force to this biker bar…

-What's the name of it? -Raising Bane.

-To do what? Take pictures of them? -Yes.

He was by himself?

Well, we don't know if he was acting alone or part of a group.

We also suspect he could be or once was part of law enforcement.

You think your people are in danger?

Hey, thanks for running this.

Yeah, not a problem.

Hey, Bell.

Is this the guy that you saw with my sister?

Yeah. Yeah, that's him.

Felony possession. Felony distribution.

-Robbery. Assault. -Why is he not in prison?

That's what I'm asking.

Hey.

Okay, good. All right. I'll be down.