- Come on, Daddy.
- I'm telling you, Rutgers is gonna
bust everyone's bracket.
- I don't know about that, bro.
Yes, that Rutgers.
They got these two freshmen. They're built different.
- Daddy! - Okay, I gotta go.
Take the points. Thank me later.
- You serious?
- Just place the bet. - Oh--okay.
- Okay, bye.
Okay, which exhibit we hitting first?
- This way. - All right, let's do it.
[phone buzzes]
Sorry, just a sec, I promise. Stay close.
Dude, place the bet.
Darnell?
Hello? Who is this? [phone beeps]
Rose?
[tense music]
Rose?
Rose!
Excuse me.
Uh, hey, have you seen a little girl?
Little girl, uh, eight years old, yellow hat?
Rose!
♪ ♪
Rose!
♪ ♪
- Hey, partner.
- Oh. - What? Too soon?
- No, I'll get used to it. What do we got?
- Missing eight-year-old girl.
First 48's everything, so we gotta roll.
You wanna drive or should I?
- I don't drive if I don't have to.
[phone beeps] - What?
AMBER Alert. Clock's ticking.
- One minute, the person you care about most
is there. The next, they're gone.
- A parent's worst nightmare.
- How did no one see a little kid get taken?
No one heard her scream?
- Well, maybe she didn't scream.
If she knew her abductor, she would have gone willingly.
Oh, here we go. Mr. Carvalho.
- Yeah? - FBI.
Please take a walk with us.
- Oh, hey, I was just telling the cops I know--
I know who took my daughter. - Okay.
Who is that? - Rose's mom.
Her name's Lisbeth Carvalho.
I'm telling you, she has her right now.
You need to find her. - Okay, hold on.
Why would she take Rose?
- We're divorced, and she's an addict.
Fentanyl now, I think.
About a year ago, she got high, passed out
while she was watching Rose and burned the house down,
so I had to kick her out. - Do you guys share custody?
- No, no, definitely not. I, uh--
I had to get a restraining order,
but she keeps violating it.
She's-- [breathes deeply]
She's not rational.
- Has anything happened recently?
- Yeah, actually, I got a call from the school yesterday.
She was outside the playground watching Rose.
- Did you call the cops then?
- No, I should have.
- We need Lisbeth's address.
- She's homeless.
And the kind of people she hangs out with,
my daughter is not safe.
- What were you doing when Rose disappeared?
- I was on the phone with a friend.
I had eyes on Rose, and then I got another call
from an unknown number, and it distracted me.
- Okay, I want you to head back home in case Rose goes there.
We're gonna send a crisis negotiating team
to be with you. - Okay.
- Listen up, with Jubal down in Quantico,
you are stuck with me.
We have 8-year-old Rose Carvalho.
She's been missing for three hours,
and our primary suspect is her mother,
Lisbeth Carvalho.
Let's bring her home safe, guys.
What do we know?
- Mom's got three arrests for drug possession.
Court records confirm a lengthy custody battle,
erratic behavior.
She's slated to see her daughter
once a year under supervision, but she's stalking her own kid.
- Okay, what about a workplace?
- She'd been part-timing at a sewing machine factory
in the Garment District. Paid in cash.
Fired two weeks ago. - Hmm.
Do we have any video on her? - Uh, nothing at the museum.
But we checked Rose's school,
cross-referenced the perimeter cams
with Lisbeth's face, got a match.
This is from yesterday.
- Oh, that's her.
She's taking photos of Rose.
Is anyone else with her? - No, she's alone.
- So her phone doesn't match the number
that called in to distract the dad
right before Rose was grabbed.
That number goes back to a burner.
We pinged Lisbeth's phone, but it's not transmitting,
so assuming it's off. - Okay.
Can we get the location before she turned the phone off?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- This is no place for an 8-year-old.
Hey, look at this.
Do you know where this woman is? Lisbeth?
♪ ♪
- Maggie! I got her.
- Lisbeth?
Lisbeth, wake up!
She's OD'ing. Give me the Narcan.
- Here. We have Lisbeth.
We need an ambo to our location.
She could be overdosing.
Rose! Rose!
- [gasping]
- Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, it's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
Lisbeth, my name's Maggie. I'm with the FBI.
You're okay.
Where's your daughter?
- Rose? - Where's your daughter?
Is she here? - Of course, she's not here.
Do--wait, wait.
Why are you asking about my daughter?
[groans softly]
I would never, ever put my Rose in any danger.
I didn't take her.
- My sister struggles with addiction,
and she would say just about anything.
- Okay, I know I'm a mess, but um, I just wanted to see her.
I didn't take her.
- We are gonna need your phone.
- Hey. - Hey.
Maggie sent over a trove of photos from the mom's phone.
She snapped these this morning. - Hmm.
So Mom was there at the museum.
- But I cross-referenced the metadata of the photos
with her phone's GPS.
She never got within 50 feet of her daughter.
- Which means Rose's kidnapper is still out there.
- The Moment feature gives us an extra three seconds,
so we've got facial rec scrubbing.
AI also noticed this van pop up twice.
Separate photos, two different days.
- That's no coincidence.
- Astro van also appeared in the background of that video
we have of the mom outside of Rose's school.
- Did we get a plate? - Photo didn't capture it.
- Hey, doorbell cam caught the Astro van
outside the little girl's house yesterday.
- So the kidnappers were tracking the little girl.
This is sophisticated pre-operational surveillance.
- Plates on the van are stolen.
They match the make and model, but--
- All right, give me a location.
- Found it.
Queens-Midtown Tunnel, roughly 20 minutes ago.
Exited Long Island City.
- Wait, uh, Rose's father works in Long Island City.
- Get him on the phone. What does he do?
- He's an operating engineer at a logistics outfit,
Gotham Light Industrial.
- Okay, he's not answering,
and the crisis negotiating team
at his home said he never showed.
- His phone must be off. Can't get a location.
- This is not a good sign. - Another hit on the van.
Traffic cam picked it up a block away
from Gotham Light Industrial.
- Get the team over there now.
- All right, definitely closed for business.
- Then why was the door open?
[distant crash]
[muffled indistinct speech]
[objects clattering]
- They don't care about us.
It better be. [zipper zipping]
[indistinct speech] [objects rustling]
- [quietly] We've interrupted a heist.
I see a gray cargo van.
- I've got two armed assailants.
- They got some serious firepower.
- Move, move! We're out.
- FBI! Drop your weapons!
Drop your weapons!
[gunfire]
[tense music]
- Ah! [grunts]
- I'll cover you. Get him.
- Let's go, let's go! - We got a third shooter!
♪ ♪
We lost them.
Suspects fleeing in a gray Astro van.
We need air support now.
- Agent down. Gunshot wound to the chest.
I need a bus here now!
- Shh, shh, shh. - On my six.
FBI! - No!
Okay, it's just us. Don't shoot.
Don't shoot. - What did they take?
- C-4 explosives.
It's okay. It's okay.
- [hyperventilating] - It's okay, I got you.
It's okay. It's okay.
- There are dangerous explosives
in the wrong hands, Mr. Carvalho.
- They had my daughter. I had no choice.
- And we understand that,
but New Yorkers are now at risk.
- They threw me in the back of a van.
They had a bag over Rose's head.
They were holding a gun up to her.
What would you have done?
- You said that you were on the phone speaking
to a friend at the time Rose was taken?
A witness said you were placing a bet.
So what's that about?
- That has nothing to do with this.
I--I didn't do anything wrong.
I--I took my eyes off my daughter for one second.
It was one second. - Okay, okay.
Calm down. We have to ask these questions.
You were targeted. Why do you think that was?
- I have no idea, but they knew where to find me.
They knew the route I was taking home.
They knew where I worked. They knew how to get in.
- They used you to bypass the biometric security.
- Yeah.
I'm telling you, they knew everything about me.
Who are these guys?
- We are trying to figure that out.
- Can you describe them?
- Uh, no, they were wearing masks,
but some of them were foreign.
- Foreign? - I--I don't really know.
They had accents. French, maybe.
Can I just please be with my daughter?
Thank you.
Hey, baby. How you doing?
Thank you so much.
[suspenseful music]
- Cameras are disabled,
just like the hall where they abducted Rose.
- International crew is gonna be hard to find.
- I've got the explosives vault manifest.
They put in a lot of work to only take 12 pounds of C-4.
- Well, I mean, we interrupted them, didn't we?
- Or that's all they needed.
It's just random is all.
- About as random as us showing up
before they could take 13 pounds.
- I mean, 12 pounds mixed with
enough ammonium nitrate could take down a building
Oklahoma City-style. - How do you know that?
- I'm just saying, worst-case scenario.
- You know how you do that thing
where you say the thing that begs the follow-up?
All right, so what do we know?
These guys meticulously researched
their targets, right? - Mm-hmm.
- They carry their wounded out quick.
- The guy you dropped, yeah. - Mm-hmm.
- Says to me-- - Military trained.
No man left behind.
- They left something behind.
♪ ♪
- Getaway van lost a side view mirror in their escape.
- Copy that. Missing side view.
Still no hit on the plates.
- Maybe they swapped them out.
- Wait, wait, what about this one?
Missing mirror, plates don't match
the make and model. - That's the crew's van.
- All right. Loop in NYPD.
Tell them do not engage until we get there.
This is a heavily armed crew.
Send in SWAT.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- This one's grisly.
Body's been fully anonymized--
no head or limbs, just the torso.
There's a bullet wound, but it appears
the slug was taken with them.
- So somebody went out of their way to make sure
we would not ID this body.
- At least not immediately. The body's warm.
I can get a DNA sample.
Blood type's a match for the trail you found at the scene.
- Probably from the guy you dropped.
- His friends did him worse.
- They missed one detail though.
Their compatriot here had an implanted cardiac device.
- A pacemaker.
- Okay, well, if it's made of metal, and somebody sold it
to somebody else, it's got a serial number.
Thanks, Neil. - Yeah.
- All right. Let me call you back.
- The serial number on the pacemaker ID'd our body.
His name is Curtis Knight. He's American.
Green Beret turned security consultant.
- He's a mercenary. Interpol?
- A team's chasing them down now.
It turns out that the pacemaker
is connected to a smartphone app
doctors use to monitor his heart.
- Wait, it has GPS data?
- We are looking at pings in Manhattan, Queens, and...
hold on a second.
Um, there's a cluster of them under the Queensboro Bridge.
Uh, this was as recent as five hours ago.
- If they are building a major explosive,
they could take down the entire bridge.
Alert the JOC. Imminent threat.
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
- It's locked.
If the C-4's in here, and it's rigged--
- It could take out that bridge.
- All right. Okay, easy, easy.
All right, we're clear.
[door creaks]
♪ ♪
That's C-4.
- Blasting caps. They're making a bomb in here.
- I think this is blood.
OA, I got more over here.
Oh, I got a body.
- Maggie, that's a hazmat suit.
- [wheezes] - Left side!
Left side! Left side!
Get out. Biohazard.
- Get out of here. Clear out now.
[agents shouting]
- [coughing, wheezing]
♪ ♪
- Agent Reynolds, here's what we know so far.
The Queensboro Bridge was not the target.
The crew was in that area to build some sort of dirty bomb,
and then they lost control of that material.
[suspenseful music]
Absolutely.
Biohazard exposure is the priority.
USAMRIID is already on site.
Yeah. [phone buzzes]
Listen, I have a ground agent calling in.
Absolutely.
[phone beeps] Scola.
- Yeah, so they weren't building a fertilizer bomb.
The army team is here.
They're saying that it's anthrax.
I mean, based on the condition of the infected,
they're suspecting inhalation.
I mean, the guy was pretty far gone.
- Powder or aerosol? - Well, they don't know yet.
They're sweeping for spores now,
but if they got 1,000 lethal doses
in 1 gram of this stuff, I mean, they don't need much.
- And Maggie and OA? - Yeah, they're, uh--
they're headed in now, Isobel.
- Oh, God, I hate this part.
- You and me both.
But what can we do but pray, I guess, right?
- [sighs]
- Hey, we're gonna be okay.
- You saw how that guy looked.
- Anthrax can't be transferred person-to-person.
If we were exposed, we'd already be symptomatic.
- This is exactly why I had to give up Ella.
[apprehensive music]
You know, we give everything to this job.
Everything.
And what does it cost us?
A family, a normal life.
And for what?
- To stop people like this.
We're gonna be all right.
- You don't know that.
- We have to be. We've still gotta find them.
[siren wailing]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- We're waiting for the results from your blood samples.
Good news, our team hasn't found
significant traces of anthrax in the container
or the warehouse.
- Okay.
Okay, but that still means that the anthrax
that they got their hands on is with them now.
- Can anthrax be dispersed with an explosive?
- Affirmative.
Spores are resilient in extreme heat.
- Oh, my God. They're building a dirty bomb.
They're gonna send this thing far and wide.
- When can we get out of here?
- We'll clear you once the tests are back.
- Okay, uh, what about the guy that was in the container?
How's he doing?
- He's unconscious, nonresponsive.
- He's the only guy that can lead us to his team.
Uh, can you get him well enough for us to speak with him?
- Doubtful. Based on his condition,
I'd say he's been infected for over a week.
- What?
- A week? - No, that's not possible.
He was locked in that container with a block of C-4
that was just stolen, like today.
- Anthrax doesn't have that accelerated rate
of tissue damage in a day.
- Okay, meaning what, Doctor?
- This is something else.
♪ ♪
- Super anthrax?
- Yeah, USAMRIID believes it's a modified strain
to turn you from the inside out at a faster rate.
- But the good news is, our blood work came back.
We're all clear. - I heard.
There was cheering coming from the JOC.
Do we know, uh--do we know who designed this new strain?
- Syria.
When their previous government fell,
their weapons labs and stockpiles were vulnerable.
- And any idea how it got from Syria to New York City?
- International mercenaries probably smuggled it in.
- And then sourced the explosives
they needed for their dirty bomb here in New York.
- But what is their target?
- ADIC Reynolds wants us to keep this close to the chest
so we don't cause public panic. - Okay.
Well, if these guys are trafficking a bioweapon, what?
I mean, we're looking for a buyer, right?
- Maybe.
Or maybe they plan to use this thing themselves.
- Mercenaries are usually financially motivated.
Nine times out of ten,
they get their hands on something,
it's to sell.
- Right, right.
But this could be that tenth time.
- Okay, so what's your point?
- My point is, bomb's going off either way.
- She's right.
We've gotta ID the members of the crew,
maybe match them to potential buyers, maybe not.
Either way, we've gotta get this dirty bomb
off the streets.
- The mercs did have one thing in common.
Both of their blood work suggested
that they'd been vaccinated for anthrax,
smallpox, and bubonic plague,
the latter of which is no longer
even commercially available.
- Like they were planning on infiltrating a bioweapons lab.
- Okay, but if they were so careful,
then how did the guy in the container get infected?
- This is a bioengineered bug.
There really is no vaccine for it.
This guy makes one tiny little mistake, and he's--
hey, we got an ID.
Interpol matched the prints to our infected man
in the storage container.
- His name is Tevian Michelle, former French Special Forces,
PhD in biology.
- Oh, so their biohazard expert.
- He's got two known associates, Curtis Knight...
- Their partner whose body they chopped up.
- And Vaughn Pulver.
He's Irish. He owns a shipping outfit.
Interpol suspects he's involved in trafficking.
- Former Irish Defense, Ordinance Corps.
All right, the bomb expert and last member of the crew.
- Well, Interpol believes that at least two of these men
traveled to Syria in the last year,
just as the regime fell.
- That's how they secured the anthrax.
All right, all of these pieces are fitting into place.
We have one in the hospital. One is dead.
Where's Pulver now?
- Uh, DHS has him in the States,
but his whereabouts are unknown.
- All right, let's get a warrant out to NYPD.
This guy is somewhere in New York City.
I want him in custody now.
- Hey, Tevian Michelle is awake in quarantine.
- He's in and out of consciousness.
- We'll take our shot.
- Even if he tries, he's intubated.
He can't speak.
- We'll figure it out.
[ominous music]
- Tevian? I'm Special Agent Bell.
This is Special Agent Zidan. We're the ones that found you.
Can you hear me?
♪ ♪
- Vaughn Pulver's gonna deliver the device that you made.
We understand what it can do.
We need to know where he's gonna meet the buyer.
- Come on, Tevian.
Please help us.
Okay, your guys left you for dead.
Please.
Can you write it down?
♪ ♪
- [coughing]
- That--that's enough. We're done.
- No, no. One second! - We're done.
- Wait, no, no, no! He's not done!
Just a second! - Crash team!
[gasping]
- Out.
- He's not done yet! He's not--
- Move. Let's go. Move.
- [groaning]
[sustained high-pitched tone]
♪ ♪
- Pier 11. - Go.
- Pier 11 MTA live feeds are up.
- Got Vaughn Pulver on cam, just past the first landing.
- He's got a bag.
Gray backpack.
Agents, be advised.
We have eyes on the suspect, and he may be
carrying a biological weapon.
Use extreme caution.
- We got him.
♪ ♪
- He's checking us out.
- Yeah, I know. Let's take a picture.
All right, we're clear. What's our move?
- All right, we're gonna stay close,
but if he's got the bomb in that bag,
he could lead us straight to his buyers.
We do not engage.
- We can't just let him walk away.
I mean, he's right there. - No, Dani.
Look, we're gonna intercept at the exchange, okay?
I got point.
You just stay in his blind spot.
- I know what I'm doing.
♪ ♪
FBI!
Set the bag down slowly and step away.
Set it down slowly!
Slowly.
- Set it down on the ground now.
- Hey!
- [groans]
- Don't move!
- It's not a bomb.
Guys, it's not a bomb.
Get down. Hands behind your back.
What the hell was that?
- He made us. Suspect detained.
- Hey, good to have you back. - Yeah.
- We caught the last mercenary, Vaughn Pulver,
but we believe he already made the drop.
- Wait, the bomb's in the buyer's hands.
- That is our fear.
You wanna take a run at him?
- Love to.
Mutilating the corpse of one man...
- I'll talk.
- And then murdering another with a biological WMD.
- Stop, I don't have time for this.
I can't be sitting here.
- Well, that's kind of how this works.
- Look, you don't get it.
We're not safe.
A dirty bomb is gonna blanket the city with anthrax.
- Where are we with tracing Pulver's steps?
- We can trace him back as far as his arrival at the pier,
but we lose him under the FDR.
He's always got that backpack full of books.
- So what was he doing there if he didn't have the bomb?
- Maybe we prevented the drop.
- Who'd you meet at the pier?
- Once I'm transferred out of the city--
immediately, as in right now, this very second,
I walk out the door-- I'll talk, but we've gotta go.
- Where do you wanna go?
- North, south, I don't care.
I want you to get me out of Lower Manhattan.
- You're the one that built the device,
and you know when it's going off.
- Imminently.
You don't wanna be here when it does.
- What's the target?
- I don't know.
- Footage from the ferry cams is in.
MTA is uploading, and facial rec is running.
- Hoping the cameras on the ferries
can fill in one of our blind spots.
Nice.
This one catches him at the edge of the pier.
[suspenseful music]
- Man in the hat.
He has a backpack too.
- The backpacks are identical.
- There.
Mystery man takes Pulver's bag.
- Pulver did make the drop, just minutes before we arrived.
- Look at the way he handles it.
He knows it's sensitive.
- Yeah, we have to assume the man in the hat
now has the bioweapon.
- He's wearing that mask.
Not much I can do for facial rec.
- But now we know he's out there.
We need a name. Text Maggie.
[phone buzzes]
- This is the man you met at the pier.
What is his name?
- [sighs] Do we have a deal?
- Give us a name. - Do we have a deal?
- You give us a name, we'll get you out of the city.
What is it?
- His name is Ahmet Meydan.
Homeland has him entering the country
three days ago through JFK.
He's a Turkish national.
Dual citizenship in the Maldives.
- But he's here on a B2 medical visa.
- Correct.
He's got late-stage thyroid cancer treatment.
- A man with nothing left to lose.
- Hey, uh, you're gonna wanna see this.
Found this clip from local TV in the Maldives.
It's from a year ago.
- This toxic American economic machine is to blame.
I'm not a violent man, but this capitalist machine
must be destroyed before it destroys us all.
What it has done and is doing to my family,
to your families, it must be stopped.
- My family. What does that mean?
- His son, a hedge fund trader.
His company that he worked for was implicated
in a huge insider trading scandal,
and it looks like the son ended up taking the fall.
He ended up killing himself.
- And now his father's here to send a message.
- Meydan is staying in a hotel in Lower Manhattan,
right near Wall Street.
- Ground zero of America's economic machine.
Check with NYSE security. - On it.
- Ma'am, if this bomb goes off,
he disrupts the entire financial sector
for months, if not years.
- All right, coordinate with NYPD Counterterrorism,
ready for an evacuation,
and activate the critical incident response.
[tense music]
- NYSE security turned away a guy
trying to access the stock exchange.
Gray backpack. - The dirty bomb.
- Get everyone down there now. - Yep.
♪ ♪
- They have him on video.
- Look, it's him. It's a match.
Meydan has the bomb.
We're gonna notify NYPD now. - Okay.
- This guy wants to shut Wall Street down permanently.
- If he can't get a bomb onto the trading floor,
what does he do next? Holcomb!
- We think he's nearby with enough anthrax
and C-4 to blow it up anywhere and still get what he wants.
Maybe he pivots to someplace outdoors.
- He came to put a bomb in the stock exchange.
He could have found another way.
We've got dogs searching there now.
- I'm with my partner, okay?
We're gonna go block by block, so tell your guys
'cause we're on his clock now. - I'll re-route my guys.
- He's gonna see us evacuating people.
He's probably on the run.
- Suspect is walking north on Nassau.
- We're on it.
- Meydan!
Hands up! - FBI.
- Put 'em up!
Put 'em up!
- Where's your backpack?
- Where is it?
If this bomb goes off, you die too.
- I'm already dead.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[tires squealing]
♪ ♪
- Phillip, it's me.
I want you to get the girls and get out of the city.
Go north.
Just go as soon as you hear this.
Please.
I am safe, and I will call you as soon as I can.
I love you.
- Get him to 26 Fed.
You're gonna live to answer for whatever happens today.
- Agent Bell. - Yeah?
- Canines picked up the scent of plastic explosives.
It's close. - Okay.
If we find it, can we contain it?
- Six pounds of C-4? Yeah.
Get it somewhere inside, as deep as we can.
You know what? We got an option.
Old bank in Exchange Alley,
the one that's now an event space?
- Yeah.
- The vault in the basement, it'll contain the blast.
- That's worth a shot.
- Where are we with the evacuations?
- We've got first responders loading people onto the subway,
water taxis routed to surrounding piers.
- Depending on wind, speed, and other variables,
the explosion of anthrax could spread up to a mile.
- 26 Fed is within a mile.
All right, everybody, pay attention.
- Heads up. [chatter quiets]
[tense music]
- You are moving to a continuity of operations site.
I will remain until that site is established.
♪ ♪
Listen to me.
♪ ♪
The JOC is our last line of defense,
but you are the JOC...
♪ ♪
So please, go.
♪ ♪
Kelly.
- All right.
All right, come on. Let's go.
Come on, guys. Let's go.
- Let's go. [indistinct chatter]
- Elise, I've got it from here.
You have to go.
- Respectfully, ma'am, I'm not going anywhere.
- Elise.
- Ma'am, I am not leaving.
♪ ♪
- This capitalist machine must be destroyed
before it destroys us all.
What it has done and is doing to my family,
to your families, must be stopped.
- I understand you, Mr. Meydan.
You are a man caught in a bad situation,
trying to make a point.
- Is that what you think? - I do.
A dirty bomb in New York,
the capital of our economic system.
You wanna cripple this economy.
It's not gonna happen.
- You mean the capital of greed?
You will die, sitting there in your chair.
You all are so sure of yourselves.
- Listen to me.
I do not have all the answers.
My agents are out there right now,
trying to find this bomb.
You can save their lives. - Why would I do that?
I sold my soul for money.
I helped build a port
that allowed ships to come and destroy a small paradise.
I made a good living doing that,
a good life.
- Your son wanted more.
- Always more.
He was just like you,
like all of you.
Only 29 years old, always working.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
And that's how he died, you know?
He...
in his office, and...
by his own hand.
- Your son made bad choices
and then one irreversible decision,
and I am-- I'm so sorry for that.
- Do you think this can't be stopped?
This system, this greed?
I will show them that there are consequences.
♪ ♪
You spread your poison.
I will spread mine.
But while it may be too late for us,
all of us who mourn what we may have lost
cannot give up.
Hope is better than the alternative.
To despair is to give up on our future.
♪ ♪
- Your son loved that man.
He wouldn't want this.
You wanna honor him?
This is not the way.
Please.
♪ ♪
Maggie, I have the location of the bomb--
Exchange Place. It's outside.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Nothing. - Got it.
I got it. - All right.
Careful, careful.
Isobel, we have eyes on the bomb.
There's 1:57 on the timer.
- All right, Maggie, what do you see?
- We have six blocks of C-4, and we have a cylinder
with about 1,000 grams of powder.
- 1,000 grams?
[keyboard clacking]
- That would blanket Lower Manhattan.
- Notify all agencies.
Brace for imminent biological attack.
- Hey, we need to detach this anthrax from the bomb.
- Yeah.
Blasting caps are out of reach.
Power source is buried under C-4.
- Can we take it out of the bottom?
- Too risky. We'd collapse a circuit.
- Can we detach the cylinder from the bomb?
- Then we collapse another circuit.
- Okay, say we do. How much time do we have?
- Max, 25 seconds.
- How many more times do you think
you can outrun death? - One more time, at least.
- Let's do it.
- You're not serious.
- We've got the bomb.
We're taking it to a vault on Exchange Alley.
- Stock Exchange is being evacuated.
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Go, go, go, go, go, go.
♪ ♪
- 40 seconds.
- Maggie, get the hell out of there.
Maggie, OA, that's an order.
- Come on, let's go. Let's go.
♪ ♪
[timer beeping]
[explosion]
[car alarm wailing]
- Maggie?
Maggie, report.
[car alarms wailing]
Maggie, report.
Maggie!
- We have some disturbing breaking news.
We can confirm reports that there has been an explosion
in Lower Manhattan in the vicinity
of the Stock Exchange.
The plume of smoke is visible on our live feed.
This is...
[car alarms wailing] - [groans]
[both coughing]
- The anthrax is secure.
[laughs]
- Someplace outdoors.
I've gotta say, that was a good call, you know that?
- Thank you.
- I do have to ask, though,
just cause it's still bugging me.
What's up with this aversion to driving a vehicle?
- Uh, we live in a walkable city.
- Don't give me the walkable city thing.
Come on.
Do you know how to operate a vehicle?
- [laughs] - Legally?
- You think they would let me work if I couldn't?
Come on. - All right.
- Do you have any more questions?
- [tapping] We're good.
[laughter]
- [sighs]
[siren wailing]
- The bomb squad's gonna be celebrated
as national heroes for this. - [laughs]
Yeah, I know.
And you're the one that deserves it.
- You know what's funny?
We do this job to save the lives
of perfect strangers-- - Mm-hmm.
- People we like, people we don't like.
- Yeah.
- Sometimes, people that don't even wanna be saved.
But when you are standing next to the person
you can't imagine losing the most...
I would make that sacrifice any day.
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