- Stop, okay?
I'm done talking about this. Just stop already!
- All night, you were stepping on my words, interrupting me!
- No, I was keeping them engaged, Peter.
The way you were droning on about your stupid IPO--
- I had it handled!
- Where have I heard that before?
- I'm telling-- - Dad?
- We didn't mean to wake you, bud.
- Why are you fighting?
- Oh, honey, we're not fighting.
Your father is just demonstrating
his quintessential Virgo tendencies.
- We're good here.
Linda, can you get him back to bed?
Because you are playing those maniacs
from Staten Island tomorrow.
Kids are bigger than me.
- No more yelling.
- You got it.
- You too, Mom.
- Believe it or not, Pete,
I was only trying to help tonight.
- And I don't need your help.
I run a $50 billion company.
- Well, technically, AI does. [scoffs]
[electronic beeping]
Why couldn't we get a normal oven
that doesn't have a computer?
- [scoffs]
- You know what this is?
[soft suspenseful music]
- No.
Open it.
♪ ♪
What? Who's it from?
- It says, "We can get to you anywhere."
[explosion]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- So they still haven't figured out what caused the explosion.
It was heard five blocks away.
- Yeah. Gemma thought it was thunder.
She was out with her friends.
Oh, she wants me to set up a dinner.
You, Joel, me.
Knowing her,
it'll probably be some place with a prix fixe menu.
- I don't see that happening.
Joel and I went our separate ways.
- Really? - Yeah.
- I thought everything was going good.
- I guess I'm just at this stage in my life
where I think more about the future.
You know, where do I see myself in five years, ten years?
Ah, he wasn't in it.
- Well, better sooner than later, I guess.
- I don't know.
Maybe I don't need anybody else, you know?
[phone buzzing] I'm good on my own.
We gotta roll. They want us there now.
- Now?
[sirens wailing]
- Hey. - What a surprise. The Feds.
- After that healthcare CEO was murdered last year,
the DOJ has classified attacks like this as terrorism.
- Peter Minskoff was a CEO.
This landed in our jurisdiction.
- Sure, when you're rich enough, who needs the NYPD?
You got your own private police force always on call.
- Can we see the unit?
- Not yet. It's a real mess up there.
Half the wall is just gone.
- So Peter and his wife died.
Same with the live-in nanny?
But his 11-year-old son Taylor survived?
- Yeah. The boy was in his bedroom a floor below.
He was catatonic when first responders got here.
He saw them, saw their injuries.
- What are the chances this was a gas leak?
- Isotopic signatures of the post-blast residue
suggest some type of mid-sized explosive device.
They think it detonated in the kitchen.
- So what, a targeted assassination?
- Yeah, but look where it happened.
In the penthouse of the most exclusive
high-rise in the city.
I mean, this building is a fortress.
How would they get a bomb up here?
- Impossible.
No one could sneak up into one of our penthouse units.
Our tenants tend to be the 1% of the 1%.
They expect impeccable security and we deliver.
- Never had a break-in before?
- Not once in 16 years.
We have high-res cameras everywhere,
locked doors, armed guards 24/7.
You can't even use the elevators
without an authorized key card
that's programmed to a specific floor.
- What about employees?
Maintenance workers, doormen, housekeepers?
- They'd still need to go through the front desk.
Every guest provides a facial scan
for our virtual visitor log.
A temporary key card is assigned
and we can track what floor you're on at any moment.
- You keep that information on file?
[suspenseful music
- Good morning.
So the CEO of Zinca, the electric car company,
was blown up last night in his penthouse.
And his wife, Serena,
and a live-in nanny, Linda Ramirez,
were both victims as well.
Their son, Taylor, survived.
He was released from Bellevue and is with relatives.
We are withholding their names for now.
The media believes this was a gas explosion,
and we are going to let them think that.
- Mm. Preferential treatment?
- Well, they are high-profile and well-connected
and we're being pressured to close this case
quickly and quietly.
But we don't have a problem with that, right?
- No, ma'am.
- Great.
All right, let's table all tier 2 and tier 3 cases.
This is now our top priority.
Identify this bomber and bring him to justice.
- You heard the boss. So let's--let's talk theories.
- Peter Minskoff, a self-described disruptor,
has many enemies in the oil and auto industries.
Zinca's base model was one of the top-selling cars last year.
- Hmm.
A legacy company targeting an industry disruptor?
What else?
- Zinca had its share of consumer issues.
Battery fires, auto driving accidents,
several class actions with outstanding settlements.
- Right. Plenty of motive, then.
So let's talk about something they'd be in short supply of:
opportunity.
Who would be able to slip an explosive
up into their well-guarded penthouse?
Where are we at with the list of visitors
Dani and Scola pulled from building security?
- Still combing through it.
Minskoffs had housekeepers, personal trainers,
private shoppers, massage therapists.
It was like Grand Central up there.
- Different lifestyle.
Any visitors not on the payroll?
- Only one in the past month, a Dejan Petrovic,
a repairman who works for Gladstone Appliance.
Here he is arriving for a service call.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay, I'm looking at that bag. - Yeah.
He allegedly arrived to do some maintenance work
on an induction stove for the Minskoffs.
- Well, the explosion originated
in the kitchen, right?
When was this?
- Yesterday, six hours before.
- Consider my interest piqued.
- Hey, got something. - Yeah?
- Turns out Gladstone Appliance
is one of several fronts for the YACS.
- By the YACS, I'm guessing
referring to the criminal networks
operating here from Yugoslavia, Albania, Croatia, and Serbia?
- The one and only.
The YACS aren't a cohesive gang,
but one of the smaller groups behind Gladstone Appliance
have been moving into labor racketeering,
squeezing businesses across Queens,
including-- - Let me guess.
Zinca Electric Cars.
- Zinca just opened a new factory in Queens.
State-of-the-art, right in the YACS' backyard,
and Peter Minskoff is staunchly anti-union.
- Okay, so the gang was
squeezing Zinca in a labor dispute.
So they use a repairman to slip into his home
and send the company a message.
- Well, that tracks. Where's Dejan Petrovic now?
[thumping electronic music]
[metal detector beeping]
♪ ♪
- FBI! Nobody move!
- Hands where we can see them!
- All right, everybody stays right where they are!
DJ, kill it!
[music stops]
- All right, listen up.
We're here for Dejan Petrovic!
- We know that you're in here.
Okay? This is your chance to come willingly.
No?
All right, house lights up.
[dramatic music]
- He's running!
- Go! - Hey, stop!
Move! Move! Move! Move!
- Move!
- Hey!
♪ ♪
- No, you don't.
[handcuffs clicking]
- You good?
- Golden.
Here's the story.
Your gang was squeezing Zinca's new plant in a labor dispute.
- But CEO Peter Minskoff pushed back.
He refused to capitulate.
- So you decided to send a message.
- Yeah, sure.
- Well, that's gotta be a land speed record for a confession.
- Don't you have to offer me something now?
- What?
- For cooperating. - Yeah.
How's life in prison sound?
- A little extreme.
- You seem awfully relaxed for someone that just
murdered one of the country's richest men.
- What? What are you saying?
- Peter and Serena Minskoff. Both dead thanks to you.
Their nanny, dead.
Their 11-year-old son, orphaned.
- No, no, no, I didn't kill nobody.
I went to his penthouse to scare the guy,
to show him how close we could get.
Guy's got more money than God,
but he wants to bust our unions, hurt our families?
- Tell us about the bomb.
- What bomb? All I did was leave a note.
- Dejan, we have you on video
talking your way past building security,
telling the guard that you were there
to calibrate the induction oven.
- I mean, yeah, sure, but I didn't do that.
- Hey, your crew is suspected in nine open homicides.
We know your tactics.
I've got footage of you entering the penthouse
hours before the blast carrying a large bag.
- My tools. Those are just my tools.
I repair ovens.
Wait.
I can prove it.
His stove, it's a Heinrich Chef series.
Got a smart camera built right in.
- A camera? In the oven?
- So the rich people can watch their food while it cooks.
But the footage...
it gets uploaded to Heinrich's cloud site.
You can watch it. You'll see.
I didn't do this.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Well, I don't know why anyone would need or want a live feed
from their oven, but right now, I'm glad it exists.
What's going on, pal?
- Queuing up this timecode to when building security
gave Dejan Petrovic access to the penthouse.
- All right, folks, let's take a look.
Uh, yeah, here's our guy.
What's he doing, looking for the explosive?
- That is just an envelope.
- Right. No, the--the threat.
He said all he did was sneak in and leave the letter.
- No sign of a bomb or any IED.
- So what, this guy's telling the truth then?
You know what? Scrub forward.
Let's see what the camera catches
right before the explosion.
- Okay. This is 11:34 p.m. Eastern.
Those legs are Serena Minskoff coming home.
- Yeah. And there's no audio, right?
- No. You wanna hear from your food?
- [scoffs]
Rewind that and then go frame by frame.
Stop it right there.
♪ ♪
What the hell is that?
- Jubal, it happened again.
Another penthouse just exploded.
- Excuse me?
- It's a live video of the Solace Hotel.
- What--what-- what is happening?
See if you can find footage of the detonation.
- Aftermath is all over social media.
Maybe somebody caught the moment before it happened?
Yeah, okay, found one here. Go.
- With vegan cream cheese and hot honey--
[explosion] [gasps] Oh, my God.
- Okay, rewind it.
This area right here, enlarge it frame by frame.
- Let me see if I can isolate the clearest frame.
♪ ♪
- That's the same object that's in the kitchen.
- Yeah, I'd rather not,
but somebody's gotta say it out loud.
We are looking at
the first-ever drone strikes on U.S. soil.
Gang, we're under attack.
- All right, folks.
So drone strikes have happened in civilian centers
all around the world-- Chechnya, Ukraine, Africa.
It was only a matter of time before it happened here.
So what have we learned from this new one?
- Maggie and OA are on the scene of the second explosion.
They just ID'd our second victim,
Edwin Archer, CEO of Piranha,
the online ticket sales hub based out of D.C.
- So two prominent CEOs were executed by drones in our city.
Someone has declared war on big business,
and I wanna know who.
- Okay, we've been given the dots.
Now we've gotta connect them, all right?
So where do our dead CEOs overlap?
Common enemies? Scorned clients?
Foreign rivals?
- Well, we've been looking,
but there's no public link between the two.
- Well, both are "Fortune" 100 companies.
Maybe we're dealing with violent activists
targeting wealthy corporations.
NSA, any luck with online chatter?
- Okay, this is alarming.
Uh, but I analyzed the shape of the drones used in the attacks.
Looks like they're Bushcraft 200s.
- Bushcraft 200s. Show me.
- High-tech, capable of tracking and engaging
non-line of sight targets using facial rec.
[tense music]
- These are weapons of war.
You can't get these at your local hobby shop.
How the hell did someone get their hands on them?
- It looks like a shipment of military drones
earmarked for Ukraine went missing in Canada a week ago.
- Wait, attack drones stolen from Canada
and smuggled into the U.S.?
- All drones broadcast a unique signal,
like a digital license plate.
- Wait, so you can track them?
- Theoretically, but someone already disabled these.
But before they did, they had to turn them on.
Looks like they went live yesterday.
Only pinged for 2 1/2 minutes.
- Tell me it was long enough to pinpoint
their last-known location.
- It was. A defunct factory in Inwood.
♪ ♪
[distant shouting]
- Wait. Did you hear that?
- It's coming from over there.
♪ ♪
- Oh, my God. - He's been waterboarded.
- [coughing and gasping] - He's alive.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, you're gonna be okay.
Hey, hey. You're gonna be okay.
- Runner!
Hey!
♪ ♪
- Drop it. Now.
- Easy, love.
I need a hole in my head like I need a hole in my head.
- [breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
- Whoever he is, he's trained in Defendu.
- What's that?
- Close-quarters fighting style used by British commandos.
- So who is he?
- His name is Thomas Banks, former British special forces.
- That's a long way from home. - Yeah.
Well, now, he works for an asset management company.
He was Edwin Archer's personal bodyguard.
- So he's here investigating the same thing we are--
who killed his client.
- Yeah, except he was able to get to the man
who smuggled the attack drones into our country before we did.
- Okay, let's go figure out what he learned.
Waterboarding was a nice touch.
Now you're looking at a federal kidnapping charge
with enhancements due to the use of violence.
That is life behind bars,
so I would start talking if I was you.
- Oh.
I could whisper the word "lawyer" and ruin all the fun.
- Why would you do that?
The way I see it,
you're incentivized to share your intel with us.
We're both looking for the same thing.
- Which is what?
- The person who bought and deployed the drone
that killed your client.
[suspenseful music]
- CEOs pay well for private protection these days.
Edwin Archer spared no expense.
My advance team would do TSCM sweeps and site surveys
on every room he walked into--
- Yet you missed something.
And it lit a fire under your ass to figure out what, right?
- A client dying is bad for business.
I was urged to use every means necessary
to track that drone to the man who smuggled it here.
- So you tortured him.
- Mm...
persuaded him.
Even then, he didn't give up much.
Bloke swears all three drones
were sold to the same buyer anonymously.
- Three?
Means there's one more out there.
- Whoever's behind this knew things they shouldn't.
Edwin Archer's trip to New York was off the books, Hush-hush.
Very few people knew he was coming.
- Okay. Why was he here?
- He had a board meeting to attend.
- Edwin's company is headquartered in D.C.
- Different board, love.
A private company.
- What company?
♪ ♪
- Okay, so that private company is Cyclone,
the tech giant in the AI wars.
All I know is my kids use it for their damn homework,
so someone bring me up to speed.
- Yeah, Cyclone is a non-profit research lab
developing a large-scale artificial intelligence model.
They're working to insert AI into every facet of our lives.
Everyone from doctors to lawyers
to PR firms are using it,
not to mention every possible search engine.
- Yeah, CEO and co-founder Scott Collins stated that
their mission was to create AI that benefits humanity,
prioritizing transparency and safety.
- Lofty goals.
- And hypocritical-- they're one of the most
notoriously secretive companies.
- Right. The tech is promising,
but it does pose significant safety risks,
threats to privacy, copyright infringement.
And it's been used to generate very sophisticated deepfakes.
- Right, so Edwin Archer was on the private board of Cyclone.
That is why he was in town.
But more importantly,
was Peter Minskoff on that same board?
- Well, it took long enough to get an answer,
but Zinca's legal counsel finally confirmed that
Peter was on the same board.
They were trying hard to keep this quiet.
- Okay, so we have our nexus.
The killer is targeting high-profile members
of the Cyclone board that are here for a meeting.
- And there's one drone still out there unaccounted for.
- Yes, so we should round up the CEO
and the entire board of Cyclone.
And let's bring them to the one place we know they'll be safe.
- Where is that?
- There's gotta be half a trillion dollars in net worth
between those 11 people.
If somebody wanted to eat the rich,
I'd say they found the right menu.
What are you thinking?
- That we're not ready for this fight.
♪ ♪
- Technology is moving faster
than the bureau can prepare for.
It's a whole new world.
- And then we just walked the next target
of a drone strike into 26 Fed.
♪ ♪
- As the CEO of Cyclone, I must ask
why you brought us all here and confiscated our phones.
We've heard vague references to a threat?
- Where the hell are Peter and Edwin?
Why did they get a hall pass?
- Peter Minskoff and Edwin Archer are dead.
They were both assassinated
in the last 24 hours by drone strikes.
- A drone? What are you talking about?
- Now, the FBI is doing everything we can
to keep you safe, but your cooperation will be vital.
- What are you saying? You think we're next?
- We believe there will be other attacks, yes.
- The bureau is outfitted with a drone defense system
that's designed to disable UAPs.
We don't know how they're tracking their targets yet,
which is why we confiscated your phones.
- So this is code for you have no idea
because why should you?
You get paid the same whether you do the job or not.
You ask me, this is government overreach.
Come on.
We're not required to stay here like a bunch of prisoners.
- We need to show them the video.
- Absolutely not.
- Okay, what video? - This is a private board.
We are not compelled to produce that video.
And I personally will not be intimidated
by Perry's foolish theatrics.
- Okay. Perry Hinton, your co-founder?
- Warren, we didn't take his threat seriously
and now two people are dead.
Our friends are dead.
- Enough.
What video?
[suspenseful music]
- [sighs]
- Cyclone could have been humanity's salvation,
but you all let greed chart the course.
As your chief technology officer,
I assembled a safety team of experts
to oversee necessary AI guardrails,
but you disbanded it.
I--I fought for an ethical model,
and you pushed me out of the company that I co-founded.
So I asked Cyclone how to convince this board
to reinstate those guardrails.
And our own AI,
freed from the safety features that I wrote,
suggested eliminating several influential board members.
Cyclone told me how to change your minds,
and even suggested the names.
Maybe you're on its list.
You know how to stop this.
- Okay, and--and the whole board received this?
- Yesterday.
Perry is the leading expert on machine learning.
He's clearly trying to force the board
to reinstate our safety teams,
but I never thought he'd go to such extremes.
- You and Perry started this company
in your studio garage, right?
- Yeah, that's what we'd say in interviews.
Makes for a good story.
Of course, I leave out the part where our servers caught fire
and we lost everything.
And I got this.
Perry and I had to start over from scratch.
- But you persevered.
- Five years ago, we launched with zero web traffic.
We thought we'd sunk our lives into a failed dream.
Within weeks, we had 91 million unique users.
And Wall Street followed.
- Well, with powerful investors comes a powerful board.
- Each of those companies saw how our AI could change
the game in their own industries and...[sighs]
They wanted a front-row seat.
- And they asked you to keep their participation quiet.
- Yeah.
It's all changed now, but...
at least we still have our studio garage
in Crown Heights.
Our North Star.
When the board got rid of our safety teams, he lost it.
- What, threats? Violence?
- A strongly worded memo.
Perry thought he could win their hearts and minds.
But they saw his concern as an obstacle to our global profit,
and they ousted him from our own company.
- When--when was the last time you saw Perry?
- The day he was pushed out, two weeks ago.
He stopped returning my calls.
- We need to find him before anyone else gets hurt.
So do you recognize anything from the video
that can help us identify where it was recorded?
♪ ♪
- I know exactly where that is.
- There's lights on inside. - Looks like someone's home.
- Hit it.
♪ ♪
- Maggie, I got something.
FBI!
Hands where we can see them.
FBI! Hands up!
- Perry Hinton?
♪ ♪
- Manner of death was suicide.
Bullet trajectory is consistent with self-infliction,
gunpowder residue on his right hand.
- So there's no signs of foul play?
- No. Cut and dry.
Algor mortis and histomorphologic analysis
puts time of death at 72 hours ago.
- Three days ago.
The drone strikes were last night and this morning.
- And Perry sent his threat video yesterday.
- So who's controlling the drones if Perry's already dead?
Unless Perry is somehow using his AI
to control the drones postmortem.
- So you're saying we're trying to stop a man
who died three days ago?
- His software doing that on his own
would definitely prove his point.
[dramatic music]
- How are we supposed to stop a rogue AI?
- [sighs]
- All right, I don't wanna get in the weeds here,
but it appears a man you fired, Perry Hinton,
is using the AI you designed as a weapon
that is currently on a killing spree
that the AI itself designed.
- To be clear, our AI tools cannot operate for themselves.
- Well, technically speaking, we don't know that, Scott.
- Our output analysis says we do.
- So it's not actually intelligent?
- A user or a developer puts an input into the software
and then the software creates an output.
But how it does that, we're still not really sure.
- You don't know how your own tech works?
- [sighs] That's overly simplistic.
- It doesn't matter. It's an arms race.
Perry wanted to fight it with muskets,
whereas the Chinese and the Israelis
and God knows who else are using howitzers.
- Well, now you're dating yourself, Warren.
- AI isn't moral. It isn't good or bad.
It is a tool that in the right hands,
could benefit humanity beyond our wildest dreams.
But if Perry set this thing in motion,
he did it himself.
Manually. Before he died.
- Using your tech.
So do you know how to turn it off?
- No.
I'd still need access to Perry's dev account.
I don't know his passkey.
And Cyclone uses a custom advanced encryption standard.
- Which we've made unhackable.
I run a cybersecurity firm. This is why I'm on this board.
We tried it in testing, and even we couldn't crack it.
- This thing is still active
and you are all in grave danger.
Just stay put until I can get my arms around this.
- They built a monster they can't control,
so it's up to us to stop it.
Now, I looped in the Cybersecurity Task Force.
Let's stay on top of them. All right?
And FAA, if so much as a stray balloon
shows up in our airspace, I wanna know about it.
How we doing with Perry Hinton's laptop?
- Well, it's got AES-256 encryption.
Accessing Perry's dev account would take a billion years.
Literally.
- Our timeline is a little tighter than that, Ian.
- I figured.
Luckily, the keylogger program on his work laptop
is easier to hack.
- Keylogger, that's like a-- - Spyware, essentially.
Lots of tech companies use it
to monitor employees' productivity.
Records everything Perry ever typed,
and I can pull that info and filter it.
Okay, that's weird.
- What are you looking at?
- According to his keystroke history,
Perry never asked Cyclone
how he could get the board to reinstate the guardrails.
- Wait a minute. Never?
- No. And he also never typed the words "attack drones."
Not once. - That's not possible.
In his manifesto video,
he said he used Cyclone to select his targets.
- What--what if--
pull up the manifesto video again.
Let's take another look.
- [sighs] What are you thinking?
- Well, I guess I'm thinking
what if this guy isn't Perry Hinton?
- I checked the metadata.
Cyclone didn't generate this video.
Perry shot it on his smartphone in his brownstone.
- Yeah, okay, but maybe it isn't the whole video
that's deepfaked, just one small piece of it.
[suspenseful music]
- Okay, yeah.
So what are we looking at here?
- A digital mask.
Whoever did this used Cyclone
to superimpose Perry's face over their own.
- And alter their voice to match.
We've run into deepfakes before,
but the AI looks flawless.
- Don't count humanity out just yet.
Wait, pause it there.
Rewind it.
Yes, stop there.
See where you can see the reflection of his hand?
And--yeah, right there.
Pause.
Zoom in there.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
I've seen that burn scar before.
- Where's Scott?
- Uh, he-- he went to the bathroom.
- How long ago?
- 20 minutes, maybe. - Oh, this is ridiculous.
If Scott gets to leave, I'm going too.
- No, stay right here.
If you care about your life, do not move.
- All right, eyes up. Scott Collins is in the wind.
He said he was going to the bathroom,
then he told security he wanted to leave the building.
- What, since he was technically a visitor,
they just let him go? - Exactly.
He's got 20 minutes on us. But you know what?
We're better, so let's find him.
- [sighs] Checking perimeter cameras.
- All right. What about his cell?
Can we ping it?
- We confiscated all the board members' phones
when they checked in.
- Right, but that's not a bad consolation.
Maybe there's something we can use.
- Yes, just one minute.
Hey, which one of these is Scott's?
Good, good. Now run that through our geo timeline.
Pipe that over to my station.
- Surveillance is up.
Looks like Scott exited our main door
16 minutes ago and headed northwest on Thomas Street.
- Okay, let's put out a BOLO, all agencies.
Ian, talk to me.
- Well, even if AI is assisting in the navigation,
all Bushcraft drones require humans to launch them.
So assuming Scott is returning to wherever
he's been stashing them-- - He'd have been there before.
All right, can you use the historical data from the phone
to trace his movements over the past 24 hours?
- Done and done.
- Okay, perfect. So what do we know for sure?
- Well, that's Cyclone's primary offices,
and that's Scott Collins' home.
- Okay, and what about that spot?
He went there three separate times.
- It's just a building in Crown Heights.
- No, not just any building.
He's going back to where it all began, his North Star...
their garage studio.
- Scott Collins, FBI!
Put your hands where I can see them.
- Put the device down!
Slowly!
- You're too late.
Last drone's already been launched.
- You need to call it back here.
- Perry and I created AI to benefit humanity.
But AI is one decision away from being weaponized.
- Scott, you're the one that's killing people now.
- Perry spiraled after he got fired.
I went to check on him, and I found my friend.
Gun in his hand, dead.
That was when I knew I had to honor him.
By forcing Cyclone back on the right path.
- Hey, hey, hey. Scott, look at me.
♪ ♪
Just hand me the tablet, okay? Hand it to me.
- No.
- You kill everybody on your board,
how are you getting them to vote the way you want them to?
- You still don't see it.
I don't want my board dead.
I wanna change their minds.
And Cyclone showed me exactly how to do that.
This is how we save the world.
- No!
Hey, hey!
- No, no, no, no, no, no!
♪ ♪
- [grunting]
- [panting]
- Okay, our last drone is in the air
and Scott knows his board is here.
Let's move them into the basement to be safe.
Hey, Ian, you need to monitor the drone defense system.
Hey, the second you see anything, I wanna know.
- BOLOs on comms, boss. - Okay.
Stuart, what have you got for me?
- Well, Jubal, he won't give us a damn thing.
But 26 Fed is not the target.
- Not the board? - No.
No, he needs them alive.
He--he wants their vote for safety regulations.
- Hey, I got the drone.
It's traveling at 70 miles an hour.
Current trajectory suggests--
wait, it's arching north away from 26 Fed.
- Okay, so who is flying this thing
if Scott broke the damn control system?
- If Scott set a destination,
the drone would use obstacle detection
and aerial surveys to route itself there.
Waypoint navigation--even basic commercial drones use it.
- And this one's running
the most advanced AI software on the market.
- Okay, so where is it headed?
What one target could change the board's mind?
- Well, easiest way to sway the board--
convince the loudest voice in the room
to vote the way you want.
Someone outspoken, entitled, used to getting their way.
- Yeah, Warren Foster.
- He's the one who spearheaded the vote
to gut the safety teams and push Perry Hinton out.
- Yeah, okay, so what kind of leverage
could Scott have over Warren Foster?
- It's his daughter, Ashley.
Warren and his wife have a second townhome in the city.
Ashley stays there while she's in school.
She's Warren's pride and joy.
- I mean, that makes a kind of awful sense, right?
Force Warren to live with the fact
that the AI he weaponized just killed his own daughter.
Call ahead, warn Ashley we're sending a team.
- On it.
- Come on, Ashley, let's go.
- Is--is my dad okay? - He's fine.
Get in the car.
Hey. Everything's gonna be okay.
We're gonna keep you safe.
- Maggie, I see it.
Come on! Let's move!
♪ ♪
- Did it detonate?
- No, it just changed course.
- What? How?
- Advanced pathfinding is already used
in military drones.
It can be programmed to lock onto moving targets
over various terrain.
- What are you saying, Ian, that it's following them?
- If Scott told the drone its target was inside that house
and the drone registered people leaving in a vehicle,
Cyclone's AI system could relay new instructions
and adjust the drone's flight path.
- Maggie, OA, the drone is still tracking you.
I repeat, the drone is tracking you.
- What?
- You need to ditch the vehicle and find cover.
You have less than, what? - 22 seconds.
- You hear that? 22 seconds.
♪ ♪
Someone give them a destination,
somewhere that can withstand the blast.
- Subterranean parking garage up on your left.
- Got it?
- I see it.
- Ashley, we're gonna run for that door
as fast as we can, okay? - Yeah.
[tires screech]
- Now!
Go, go, go, go, go, go! Move!
- Take cover! The drone is on your six!
Move! Move!
♪ ♪
[tense music]
- FDNY, send everything you have to that address.
FAA, I want a full lockdown of that airspace ASAP.
- SERT has been notified
and is sending all necessary assets.
- Yeah. - Wait. What happened?
- Uh, Maggie and OA were
exfil-ing Warren Foster's daughter,
but the final drone was able to track them.
They took shelter in a parking garage, but--
- Maggie and OA? - Comms are still down.
- We lost signal just after the explosion.
Our teams are en route.
♪ ♪
- Everyone okay?
- [coughing] - Ashley? Ashley?
- I'm okay.
I think I just got some scrapes.
- We're not safe here. We gotta get out.
Maggie. - [coughing]
- Maggie!
Hey, hey, hey.
Maggie? Talk to me.
Maggie? - Is she okay?
- There's no pulse.
♪ ♪
She's not breathing. Come on.
Maggie.
- Oh, my God.
Jubal, looks like a damn war zone down here.
- Yeah, we have not been able
to get ahold of Maggie and OA yet.
FDNY is seven minutes out.
- How can anyone survive that?
If they're alive in there, they don't have long.
We gotta go. Come on.
- Maggie! OA!
[both straining]
Can you fit? - Yeah.
- Go, go, go.
♪ ♪
- Maggie! OA! - Down here!
- Oh, my God. What happened?
- The blast took us out. Her heart stopped.
- Get Ashley out of here. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
- Quickly, quickly. Ready?
I got you.
- Jubal, I got an agent down.
I repeat, Jubal, I got an agent down.
- Who is it, Scola? - It's Maggie.
OA's doing chest compressions right now.
- How much longer until FDNY gets there?
- Dispatch is saying they're still three minutes out.
- I want a medevac in the air now.
- The chopper's pulling up now.
Should be there in five minutes.
- Scola, you get that?
- Yeah, yeah, I got you.
- It's all right. - Five out, buddy.
Keep going.
♪ ♪
- Come on.
[OA counting indistinctly]
Come on, Maggie!
Come on. Come on, Maggie!
- [gasps] - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey. There she is.
- [coughs] - There she is. There she is.
You're okay. You're okay. You're okay. You're okay.
- OA? - I got you.
Yeah, I got you. Breathe.
Breathe. Just breathe.
- OA, what happened?
- You're fine. I'm with you. I'm with you.
- [coughs] - You're okay.
I need you to breathe. I need you to relax, okay?
I got you. I'm with you.
Just breathe. Just breathe.
- Jubal, he got her back.
She's breathing.
[soft dramatic music]
- You have a lot of very relieved folks back here.
Medevac is two out.
[sighs]
- Okay. Hey.
We gotta get you out of here.
- Okay. - Okay?
- Hey.
What did they decide? Did they vote?
- Does it really matter?
Where you're going,
you'll be lucky if they let you read your emails once a month.
- It matters.
It's the only thing that matters.
- Well, then, sad to say, your ploy didn't work.
Their minds were not changed.
- They understood the risk,
but your board was not willing to slow down your company.
[soft dramatic music]
- When it was just me and Perry,
we were perfect, you know?
We built everything together.
Software to protect the future.
And we lost our way.
♪ ♪
- Okay, water, blankets,
more ibuprofen than anyone should ever take.
Do you need anything else?
- OA, if you hadn't have--
- Don't get sappy, Maggie.
- [sighs]
- Thank you.
- All in a day's work.
[knock at door]
Oh, I got burgers from that place you like on 6th.
- How? They don't even deliver.
- Hey. - Hi. There she is.
- Hey, Maggie.
- I'm not sure if you're allowed to drink,
but the rest of us could definitely use one.
- I'll grab us some plates.
- We don't need plates.
We need glasses.
- What did you do?
- I know you think you should be alone.
You can't get rid of us that easy.
♪ ♪
- [chuckles softly] Thanks.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
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