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- Come on,
let's keep it moving, folks.

Judge Bergen hates it
when we're late.

- Six weeks doing this,
Marshal.

We know everything there is
to know about Judge Bergen.

- Yeah, it's been a long trial.

U.S. government thanks you
for your jury service.

You're only sequestered
to protect you

from outside influence.

Now let's load up!

Come on, people.

Let's keep it moving.

Move it along. Come on!

- He cornered me
in the hallway last night.

I've seen him hanging around.

- Are you going to
say something to the marshal?

- I don't know,
but I'm telling you, Arnold.

The guy was threatening me.

- You two know you shouldn't

be talking outside
the deliberation room.

Now get on the bus.

[gun clicks]

[gunshot]

[screaming]

[gunshot]

[gun clicking]

[dramatic music]

♪

- Oh!

- Where's your head at today,
Scola?

- Uh, it's just
a lot on my mind.

- That's what
this whole thing is about.

You leave all that out there.

- What's the score?

- Water break.
- Come on, what?

- Water break.

You gonna tell me why
you all of a sudden

have bricks for hands?

- Yeah, you don't wanna
hear about that.

- Come on,
Maggie's getting some R&R.

We're rolling together today.
What's going on?

- We had dinner last night
with a friend's wife.

He passed a few years ago,
you know.

So I check up on her,
see how she's doing,

the kid, you know.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- Yeah, thanks.

Nah, he would--
he'd be all over me too

if he saw how I was
playing today.

- If this is just a sob story
to get me to stop

whipping your ass
up and down the courts,

it's not gonna work.
- What? Let's go.

[phone buzzing]

Let's go. What?

- Your comeback is
gonna have to wait.

[dramatic music]

Let's go.

- 22 years on the job,

I never thought
I'd see a day like this.

- Federal juror protection
detail's usually a cakewalk.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

This is a high-profile case--
mafia trial.

We're trained for this, but--

- Just don't see it coming.

- I should've done more.

- Well, you kept
ten of them alive.

- Can you tell us anything
about our two victims?

- Sure, I can.

I was by their side every day
for the past month.

June Schrader.
She was a doctor.

Always showing me
pictures of her kid.

And Arnold Mills,
a history teacher.

They were always bickering,

but it was in
a good-natured way.

- How about the shooter?
- You get a good look?

- Son of a bitch
was wearing a mask.

I could see his eyes.
He was a white dude.

Maybe about 5'10".

If I had to put money on it,

I'd say he weighed
a buck-sixty.

- OK, we'll get the physical
description to NYPD.

ERT recovered a 12 gauge.

No prints.
Serial was scratched off.

- Yeah, that's what he used.

- Did you see where
the shooter came from?

- Came from over there.

And then he ran off that way.

He must've been
lying in wait for us.

The judge calls the jury in
different times each day.

Are you good?
I need to update my command.

- Yeah, we're good.
Thanks, Kimble.

- OK, so we have a shooter

that kills two federal jurors
in a high stakes mafia trial.

- On the last day
of closing arguments.

- What're you thinking?

- Well, he could've had beef
with a couple of the jurors,

but...

- Most likely had to do
with the trial.

♪

- OA, check this out.

♪

- Malchitti sigarettes.
Italian brand.

- Rained last night, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- These are fresh.

- Let's get ERT to bag them up.

Maybe our lab
can pull some prints.

♪

- All right, folks, look alive.

We have two federal jurors
gunned down

outside the hotel where
they were being sequestered.

They were serving in a
federal case against this man,

Sam Ardizzone, boss of
the Ardizzone crime family

on trial for murder, racketeering.

Our working theory is the
shooting was jury intimidation.

In the trial,
Ardizzone was about to lose--

meant to keep him
out of prison.

DOJ's clamoring for heads,
so where we at?

- If our killer's plan was to
cause a mistrial, he succeeded.

DOJ will have to retry
Ardizzone's case.

The other jurors are
in protective custody.

- All right, so let's
talk about this crew--

associates, hangouts, anywhere
our killer could go to ground.

Organized Crime,
I'm looking at you.

- The Ardizzone family's
a minor player

in the Cosa Nostra,

an offshoot of one of
the five major families.

LCN was decimated
by regal prosecutions

in the '70s and '80s.

All the old-timers
are in prison.

- Or dead.
- That too.

Sam's crew is making
a name for themselves--

loan sharking,
illegal sportsbook.

And they diversified
into crypto scams--

OnlyFans extortion, prostitution.

These are not nice men.

We're checking up on associates
and hangouts,

but so far,
no chatter about the shooting.

- All right, keep digging.
I want leads, all right?

Are we getting anything
from the crime scene?

- We didn't get a print match
on the cigarette package,

but check this.

Malchitti cigarettes
are only sold in Italy.

- That tracks.

Sicily mafia sends
their members over here

with their American cousins
to toughen them up.

- So it's possible we're
looking for a Sicilian shooter.

Ian, anything?

- No recent Sicilian travelers

through JFK, LaGuardia,
or Newark who ping on Interpol.

- Could be this guy isn't on
law enforcement's radar yet.

- Hey, I just got off
with Main Justice.

The deputy AG wants this
buttoned up now.

- Yeah.

Maybe he's been here
for a while.

Ian, let's scrub back
maybe 18 months.

- Copy that.
[keyboard clacks]

All right, here we go.

Giovanni DeFalco, 31.

Native of Palermo, Sicily.

Cleared customs at JFK
in August.

- And get this.

He's a distant cousin
to Ardizzone.

- He is?

- And this is his girlfriend,
looks like.

Facial rec popped
on her social media.

- Got a location for her?
[computer chirps]

- Yeah, an apartment
in Bensonhurst.

- Maybe she knows
where Giovanni is.

It'd be nice to talk to him.

♪

[muffled arguing]

- I'm not giving you
money again.

[banging on door]
- FBI, open up!

Open the door,
or we're gonna open it for you.

[lock clicks]

- You want him? Take him.

- DeFalco, don't run! Hey!

[dramatic music]

- All right, going around!

♪

- Pursuing the suspect
off of 28th Street.

[car horn blares]
[tires screech]

[grunting]

We said don't run.

[handcuffs clicking]

- Hear that?

Now you gotta come with us.

[door buzzes and clicks]

- Two federal jurors were
gunned down outside of a hotel

in Queens this morning,
Mr. DeFalco.

Bad news is,
we matched your prints to

a pack of Malchitti cigarettes
found at the crime scene.

You wanna tell us why
you were there?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Look at that.

That's you--threatened
one of the jurors last night.

And we know you got a motive.

We know that you work
for Sam Ardizzone.

- AUSA hangs these murders
on you,

you are looking at
life in prison, or worse.

- You have the wrong man.

- Well, the evidence
says otherwise.

And with your
criminal connections,

we won't have trouble
making these charges stick.

- [sighs]

I was at the hotel.

They sent me--Sam's guys did--

but only to scare the jurors,
never kill them.

- Yeah, I'm having a hard time
believing that one.

- The job was to secure
a not guilty verdict

through intimidation.

A mistrial doesn't help
my cousin.

Now he has even more charges.

[speaks Italian]

- Excuse me?

- How you Americans say,

what a mess.

- Then why'd you run?

- You think Sam will take
lightly to this situation?

He'll blame me.

I wasn't running from the FBI.
I was running from him.

- So we're just supposed
to take you at your word

on that then, huh?

- I was at a café

getting an espresso
at the time of the shooting.

I'm sure there's video.

You love tracking
your citizens, no?

♪

- Hey, where are we
with the shooter?

- OK, security footage
confirmed DeFalco's alibi.

He was not at the hotel
the time the jury was attacked,

so we are back to square one.

- Maybe not yet.
- Yeah? Why, what do you got?

- We ran with something DeFalco
said during his interview.

The city's underworld had eyes
on Ardizzone's trial.

We cross-referenced
traffic cam footage

with the jurors' transport
during the trial.

One car kept showing up.

- OK.

Can we get the ID
off the plates?

- No dice, it's a Moto car--

peer-to-peer rental
like Airbnb for cars.

- You can't figure out
who rented it?

- Renter spoofed their ID.

Paid with a gift card.
They're anonymous.

- All right, can we track
the car through the city?

- Yep, already on it.

Here it is at the courthouse.

The hotel.

And check this, it went to
the same address repeatedly

over the last week.
- Who lives there?

- Uh, Brad Kimble.

The U.S. marshal?

- Get a team over
to Kimble's house now.

We're missing something.

[tense music]

- Door's open.

♪

[door creaks]

[soft indistinct TV chatter]

- We found Kimble. He's dead.

I need ERT and an ME
down here now.

- Clear.

- The jurors were
never the target.

Kimble was.

[dramatic music]

♪

[camera shutter clicks]
- OK, so it's knock-knock.

Kimble answers the door, boom.

- First one to the chest.

Drags him back into the house.

Killer follows him in.

Pumps him three more times.

- OK, so first shot kills him.

What, the next three
are for insurance?

- Gotta make a point.

- Well, I talked
to the neighbor.

They didn't hear anything,
but they did say that

NYPD raided this house
six days ago.

- That would explain the
massive dent in the front door.

- Oh, you think that's...

- Damage from a battering ram.

Then we got scorch marks here
from a flash-bang.

- Wow, so what the hell
is Kimble up to?

- He gets raided then murdered
in the same week.

That can't be a coincidence.

- Right.

All I know is we got
a shooter on the run.

Let me make a call
to the Fugitive Task Force.

♪

- Whoever your killer is
is scared and spinning out.

Their plan to kill the marshal
this morning went sideways,

and they had to
finish the job ad hoc.

- With the Fugitive Task Force,
we find that most offenders

will trip themselves up
eventually.

They leave a trail a mile wide,
making it easy for us

to hunt them down,
sniff them out.

We just have to be ready
when they do.

- Thank you, Agent Chase,

for riding along with us
on this one.

- Of course.
Always happy to help, boss.

OK, so tell me about the perp.
- Yeah, what do we know?

- I just got footage
of the raid on Kimble's home.

[bang]
- The hell's going on?

- Down on the ground now!
- What the hell!

- OK.
- Do it!

- What--what're you guys
doing?

- Where's the boy?

- What boy?
- Where is he?

- I don't know.
[grunts]

- Did the report say
who this boy is?

- No, just that Kimble
was allegedly

sexually assaulting him
at gunpoint.

The call was ruled a prank.

- Swatting is hardly a prank.
At best, it's harassment.

At worst, second-degree murder,
death by cop.

- Yeah, but it speaks
to a level of premeditation.

Our perp has been planning this
for weeks, maybe months.

- Hey, found the call.

- 911, what's your emergency?

- Hurry! He's armed!

I can hear the little boy
screaming.

- Yeah, so--and not only
was there no minor found

in Kimble's home,
his service weapon was found

locked in a safe
in his bedroom.

- Right, but that woman
on the phone

definitely wanted the NYPD
to believe otherwise.

- We do not know
that it was a woman.

Spectral analysis confirms
that voice was generated

using an AI program
called Karaoke.

It masks
the caller's real voice.

- OK, what about the number
that made the call?

Can we track that?
- Afraid not.

Caller used a VoIP number--
disposable internet burner.

Only exists during
the time of the call.

- OK, so much for mile wide.

Our killer's good
at covering their tracks.

- Right, but we need
to keep digging

into these digital forensics.

And we're still scrubbing
street cams around the hotel?

- Yeah.
- Got something.

Someone used a credit card
for that voice cover.

The Karaoke account
that made that call

is tied to a Grant Warren.

- All right, eyes up, folks.
Grant Warren.

33, married, father of one.
Software engineer.

Doesn't really scream
homicidal maniac.

- Can we connect him
to our U.S. marshal?

- Yes, 20 years ago,

Warren was a student at an
elite boarding school upstate.

Cornwall Military Academy.

Kimble was
a drill instructor there.

- Didn't Scola go there?

- Yeah, he did.

- Where is Warren now?

[banging on door]
- FBI, open up.

- Not funny, Otto--

oh, I'm sorry, I thought
you were the kid down the hall.

- Is your husband home,
Mrs. Warren?

- What do you want with Grant?

- Hey, Grant, we--

- That was him.
- Hey!

- Hey!
- Grant, stop!

[suspenseful music]

- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no!

All right, you're under arrest.

- Let's go.

- Grant?
- Dad? Dad?

Where are they taking him?
- I don't know, sweetie.

- Do you remember anything
from your time at Cornwall

that could've motivated
something like this?

- Well,
Warren was class of '08.

I was ten years ahead of him.

- What about Kimble?
Did you ever cross paths?

- No, I think he must've been
a DI after I graduated.

- It's a long time
to hold a grudge.

- I mean, look, were the
drill instructors hard asses?

Sure they were, all right?

My parents sent me there
to try and punish me,

but it ended up being some
of the best years of my life.

Everybody loved Cornwall.

- So what set this guy off
after all these years?

- I'm wondering
the same thing myself.

[door buzzes and clicks]

All right, Grant.

Wanna tell us what you
were trying to erase

when we picked you up?

Look, I've already got you
making a false report to 911.

That's a criminal act.

And you sent a SWAT team
to the house

of Marshal Brad Kimble.

But that wasn't enough, was it?

So?

- You went back,
finished the job.

- Kimble's dead?

- Yeah, you don't exactly
seem surprised.

- I didn't do this.

I swear. You could check
my phone data chip.

Whatever. I...

I didn't kill anyone, but--

- But what?

- He got what he deserved.

- Oh, yeah? Why is that?

- What'd he do, Grant?

[soft dramatic music]

- Grant, I went to Cornwall.

Class of '98, all right?

Kimble was way after my time,

but I know what it's like.

The drill instructors
are hard on you--

- You don't understand.

♪

I was their favorite.

♪

- Grant.

If something happened,

the FBI can help you.

But you need to talk to us.

And right now,

it's looking like you did this.

Help us understand.

♪

- After lights out,

Kimble would take me out
of my dorm to a backroom.

He'd shove me down,

and then him
and two other staff members--

they'd take turns.

♪

I was a kid.

- You tell anybody about it?

- Kimble said he'd kill my mom
if I said anything.

♪

- OK, so this school
never found out.

- No.

I started acting out
over break.

My parents knew
something was wrong.

[sighs]

I-I told them... at some point.

Not everything.

Just, you know,

enough.

I'm from a third generation
Cornwall family.

My dad didn't believe me--
or couldn't.

And even if he had
confronted the school,

Cornwall would've just
protected its reputation.

- So there was never
an investigation?

- No.

The world moved on,
and so did I.

- Till you decided to send
a SWAT team to Kimble's house.

So something changed.

What was it?

- A few months ago
after a Mets game,

I saw him on the subway.

He was older, but it was him.

He looked me right in the eye.

And I could tell he had
no idea who I was,

after everything
he'd done to me.

It just...

dug up a pain
I thought I'd buried.

And that was when
we decided to get revenge.

- We? Who's we?

♪

- Grant, did Kimble
hurt somebody else?

Another student?

Is that who killed him?

- I've got nothing more
to say to you.

- Well, you said that there
were two other staff members

present during the attacks.

Grant,
we need to find them, OK?

I need some names here.

- I wanna talk
to my lawyer now, please.

♪

- All right,
so Grant Warren was a student

at Cornwall Academy
20 years ago.

According to him,
he was sexually abused

by a ring of three
Cornwall staff members.

Brad Kimble was one of
the alleged abusers.

He is dead now.

Where are we
with Warren's alibi?

- Checks out, he used his
MetroCard at a subway station

in Midtown at 8:17 a.m.,
same time as the jury attack,

and security cameras
got him too.

And he was badged in for work
at the time of Kimble's murder.

- Mm, OK, but when Scola
was talking to Warren,

he all but admitted he had
a partner, another student--

someone who had also
likely been abused.

So let's narrow that down.

We ever find out who
he went to the Mets game with?

- 31,000 fans at Citi Field
that night.

We're analyzing footage, but--
- That'll take two years.

What about the school?
- Well, there's 300 students

that overlapped with Warren
at Cornwall.

I'm combing through
his phone records, socials,

looking for a connection--
nothing.

This would go faster
if he gave up a name.

- Well, Warren has lawyered up.
He is not talking.

So keep digging.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- We lost Nina.

She got pulled into an
apprehension in the Bronx.

I'll check in with her later.
Where are we here?

- We're kinda hitting
a brick wall.

- There was zero
sexual assault charges filed

during the time Warren
attended the academy.

- Well, Scola at Cornwall
would likely be able

to put a lid on all of it.

But how do we find
our next target?

Warren said there were
two other staff members

who were abusing the boys.

- ERT found a yearbook
at Warren's home.

There were
17 other staff members

at Cornwall
during his years there.

- Yeah, great, great.
Let's dig into these.

We need to figure out
who they're gonna hit next.

- Yeah, their employee files
could point us

to who we're looking for.

Problem is, they aren't public.

- Meaning they're still
at Cornwall.

Good work.
Let's get Scola there now.

[bell tolling]

- Always a pleasure to have
one of our brightest

back on campus, Stuart.

Look how far you've come.

- Thank you, Colonel.

This place has a lot
to do with that.

- Didn't make it easy on us--

angly kid with
a smart-ass mouth to match.

I seem to remember a prank
gone awry in the field house

involving
a drill instructor's car--

that friend of yours,
always tagging along.

- Well, teenage pranks
have fallen by the wayside.

Still got the mouth though.

- So what brings you back
to campus, Agent Scola?

I assume this isn't
a social call.

- No, I'm afraid not.

So some former
Cornwall instructors

came up in our investigation.

I'm afraid that

it involves claims

of sexual abuse
by former staff.

- You're sure of this?

- This was all decades ago,

well before your time
as director of the academy.

- Cornwall has upheld
a reputation for excellence

for almost a hundred years

of turning boys
into competent young men.

A stain on its reputation
is a stain on us all.

- Agent Scola,
these are serious allegations.

- And that's why I'm here.

I mean, you're the dean
of the students.

Not one kid ever came forward?

- Of course not.
If we had,

we would have approached
the authorities.

- I am gonna need
to take a look

at the faculty and staff files.

2004 to 2010.

- With the appropriate
subpoena.

- Steven.

- There are legal ramifications
at play.

The board of trustees--
- We're happy to help the FBI.

My aide will bring them down
right away.

- Thanks, Colonel.

- We are late for a meeting,
Steven.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- All right, so where are we

with Cornwall's
personnel record?

- Working through.
Most are squeaky clean.

Take Colonel Lewis--
came to the academy after

an honorable discharge
from the army,

started off as commandants
of the Cadet Corps.

Stellar performance reviews.

The trustees eventually
select him to head the school.

He's respected.

- OK, and any bad apples?

- I got one
that raised the flag.

Hank Bouchard.

Joined Cornwall as
a drill instructor in 2002.

- Ah, was during
Marshal Kimble's era, yeah.

- Grant Warren was one of
his students. Here's the thing.

Hank Bouchard abruptly
left the academy in 2009--

middle of the semester,

no explanation
in the employee file.

- OK, but how about
his personal life?

Any explanation there? Changes?
Did he move, get married?

- No--same wife, same address.

He took a job at another
boys' school in Connecticut

that fall of '09--
was fired two years later

after claims of harassment.

- Hard-ass drill instructor
harassment,

or are we talking
euphemistically?

- I have a subpoena
in the works

for that school's files
for more intel.

- Hey, hey, Orange County SWAT
responded to a false 911 call

six days ago
at Bouchard's home,

same time frame
as Kimble's swatting incident.

- All right, that matches
our killer's pattern.

Was Grant Warren's credit card
used to make that call?

- Yes.
- Yeah? OK.

See if any other drill
instructors have been swatted.

I'ma get OA and Scola
over to Bouchard's.

He's our next target.

- So how was it?

Being back at your alma mater?

- You know, it's bittersweet,
as always, you know.

My buddy who passed,
David Murray,

we went to Cornwall together, so.

They actually have our 1998
varsity cross country

team picture up.

Yeah, it's four years ago
he passed.

It's still tough.

- He was so young.
- Yeah.

- If you don't mind me asking,
how'd he go?

- That Bouchard?

- Let's roll.

Hank Bouchard.
- FBI.

- Come on,
you gotta be kidding me.

I've been swatted before.

Somebody call 911
and send you here again?

- No.
Nobody called us, Mr. Bouchard.

Maybe they should have.

We need to talk.

- You got someplace private
we can do that?

- Sure. Come on inside.

- Scola?
- I'm good.

- Shots fired
from inside the house.

[dramatic music]

- FBI! Drop your weapon!

Damn it!
- Go!

♪

- Stop! Drop your weapon.

♪

[engine turns over, car starts]

[tires squeal,
horn honks]

- Suspect's heading west
on Hillside Road

in a blue Subaru.

- This just in:

our suspect broke into
Hank Bouchard's home

in Floral Park,
waited for him to return,

and then shot him
before our agents had a chance

to secure Bouchard's safety.

This guy's on a killing spree,

and we know
there's a third target.

- So let's get an ID on him
and put a stop to this

before he does any more damage.

- Yeah, Leon, get local PD
to put a BOLO out

on that blue Crosstrek.

Check traffic cams and tolls
within a 10-mile radius

of Bouchard's.
- State police just found

an empty vehicle
matching that description

near downtown Cornwall.

- All right, get ERT down there
to wipe for prints and DNA.

- We get anything
from Bouchard's?

- ERT pulled lots of prints
and DNA.

It'll take a while to process,
but I got this.

That blue Crosstrek?
It was found abandoned

in Cornwall's
Commercial District.

- Meaning we can scrub security
footage and ID our killer?

- Yup, and about a dozen folks
passed by the nearest

security camera
around the same timeframe

that the car was abandoned--

- Then you
cross-referenced them

against the Cornwall graduates?

- Yep, and we found one.
- OK, eyes up, folks.

- Meet Noah Thackery, 33.

Born and raised in Tuckahoe.

Graduate of Cornwall Academy,
class of '09.

- Can we track his phone?
- Negative. His cell is off.

He is flying dark.
- Hey.

Cornwall's holding their annual
fundraiser today

at Royce Hall.
Thackery RSVP'd this morning.

- No, tell Cornwall
to cancel that event.

OA and Scola are nearby.

Get them down there now.

Orange County Sheriff and SWAT
need at least 20 minutes.

- You heard the SAC, people.
Let's go.

- Fundraiser started
20 minutes ago.

Thackery has already killed
four people today,

two of them being
innocent bystanders.

What are we walking into?

- Well, it's a who's who
of alumni and former staff,

right, 200 lubricated guests
in cocktail attire,

all crammed into a lobby
with limited exits.

- So basically the last place
you'd want a shootout to happen.

[dramatic music]

[applause]

♪

- Colonel Lewis.
- Agent Scola. You came.

- We have reason to believe
that our suspect is here

targeting someone
at this event.

- Hold on--
- So you need to

shut it down now.

- You confirmed he's onsite?

- We haven't spotted him yet,
but sheriff's and SWAT

are 15 minutes out, so we need
to start our search now.

- Meaning you don't
actually know.

- Colonel, please, some of
our biggest donors are here.

We do not want to shut this down
or cry wolf.

Not now.
- No, you're not listening.

These people are all in danger.

- All right, gentlemen,
we'll alert our own security.

You're free to conduct a search,

but this event is too big to
shut down based on a hunch.

If you'll excuse us.

- OK, I'll search upstairs.
- And I got the crowd.

♪

- All right, people,
Noah Thackery has an ax to grind

with someone at Cornwall's
annual fundraiser,

and we need to know who.
- Scanning his socials.

Nothing indicating a grudge
against the school,

past or present.
We'll keep looking.

- OK, we need eyes
inside that event, please.

- Working on it.
- Who's going in and out?

Do they belong there?
Do any of them tie back to Noah?

- Patching into Cornwall's
security cameras now.

- OK.

- I want IDs on everyone
in attendance.

- Yeah, guests, staff--
I mean, ice sculptures.

If they have two eyes,
a nose, and a mouth,

they go through facial rec,
no exceptions.

♪

- Anybody got eyes on Thackery?

We know that he's here.
Where's he hiding?

- Negative. Nothing yet.

Give me something, folks.

We have innocents
in the line of fire.

- Still scanning.

♪

- I got someone matching
Thackery's description.

He's got a duffel.
Could be a weapon in there.

- Hey, where?

- Mezzanine level.

West side of the building.

♪

FBI. Hands up.

Put it down.

Don't move.

False alarm.
Just a videographer.

- We're flying blind here, people.

I need eyes on him.

- Wait. Check this guy out.
- What?

♪

Is it--

- Can we get facial rec?

- Got him.

- That's him.
- Yeah, yeah.

All teams, Thackery's on the
north side of the building,

first floor.
Who's closest?

- Scola.
- Scola, that's you.

♪

- I'm in this hallway.
I got no sign of Thackery.

♪

[grunts]

[groans]

♪

- Scola.
Hey, hey, hey.

- He went that way.

♪

- Jubal, we lost him.

- OK, but we know
where he's headed.

His target has to be
at the ceremony.

- Thank you all for coming
on such an august occasion.

[applause]

- OK, if Thackery's gonna make
his move,

he's gonna have to do it
in front of all these people.

- Could be how he wants it.

- The stewardship of
Cornwall Military Academy

and its cadets
is not a responsibility

I take lightly.

And as we move into
our 95th year,

our academy motto
remains as relevant as ever.

Acta non verba.

Deeds, not words.

For it is the actions we take

that define who we are.

♪

- Gun!

[panicked screaming]

♪

- Move!
Get down.

- Get down!

Everybody down!

- We got shots fired
from the main staircase.

Get everybody out of here.
- Yeah.

- This way.

♪

- Ah.
- Down, down. Everybody down.

♪

Move!

- Go, go, go!

♪

- I'm on him.
- Covering!

♪

- OA, SWAT's hustling
to your location now.

♪

- [winces]

♪

- OK.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- It--it's you?

♪

He was coming for you?

♪

I-I'm--
I gotta move you.

You're too exposed out here.

Come on. Up. Let's go.

- Ah!
- Easy.

OA, I got Lewis.

I'm moving him to
a more secure location.

Come on.

[panicked chatter]

- This way. This way.

[dramatic music]

- Isobel.

So we ID'd the shooter
as Noah Thackery.

- He went after this third
target at the fundraiser.

OA and Scola are on the ground.

- Does anybody have eyes
on Thackery, please?

- Lost him in the melee.

- Scanning. Still scanning.

- Let's go, people.

♪

- Ah!
- Get in. Get in.

♪

Everybody go! Move!
Out! Out now!

Colonel, no.

We gotta get you
someplace more secure.

He'll pick you up out here.
Go. Come on.

- There. There!

He's headed right for them.

♪

- Oh, my God.

OA, get to the kitchen
on the ground floor.

- Copy that. On the way.

♪

- Scola, the shooter
is in the kitchen.

I repeat, the shooter
is in the kitchen.

Do you read me?

Scola, do you copy?

- Um, the building's stone walls
must be blocking the signal.

Scola being in the basement
isn't helping.

♪

- Oh, come on.

♪

[tense music]

♪

- OK, right here.

OK.

Right here. Sit, sit, sit.

OK.

Here, just keep it elevated.
- Shoulder--

- OK?

♪

- Where is he?

♪

- OK.

You know, a, um--

a dear friend of mine that
I graduated from Cornwall with--

I'm sure you remember him.
I, uh--

David Murray.

♪

Oh.

That's funny.

'Cause you always called him

one of your favorites.

♪

He met a great gal, Julia,

summer after graduation.

And they, uh--
they got married.

Had a beautiful daughter.

And then one day,

just out of nowhere...

he shot himself.

♪

And I couldn't...

understand why.

♪

Is that what happens
to your favorites, Colonel?

♪

I know you abused David Murray.

♪

- We gave you boys
the instruction you needed.

- No, you took everything
from him

and he never recovered.

You hear this.

I will do everything in my power
to make sure

that you pay for what you did
to every single one of them.

♪

- Jubal, there he is again.

♪

[broken radio transmission]

- Jubal, go again.

You broke up.

[garbled radio transmission]

Jubal, not sure
if you can hear me.

We're in a pantry underneath
the stairs off the kitchen.

I'm with the third target.

♪

- He's right outside
your door, Scola.

- Come on. We gotta move.

♪

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

[gunfire]

♪

- That door's not gonna hold.

- Stay down.

[gunfire over video]

♪

- FBI. Drop the weapon, Noah.

Put it down. Now.

- No.

♪

That man in there's a monster.

He deserves everything
that's coming to him.

- And we can figure that out
after you put the gun down!

- Do you know what he did to me?

What he did to Grant?

What he did to the--

who knows

how many boys?

- Don't make me shoot you.

Please.

- You know, when we tried
to take this to the police,

they told us that, uh,

the statute of limitations
had passed.

Against a child rapist.
- Listen to me.

You are a victim.

We can still put Lewis away
on federal charges.

He will not walk, but you have
to put the gun down now.

♪

Put it down!

Now!

On the wall!
- OK.

♪

- You got anymore weapons
on you?

- Mm-mm.

- Suspect's in custody.

- Great work. What about Scola?

♪

- Come on.
- We're OK.

Coming out.
- OK. OK.

♪

- Come on. Come on.

- How are you? You OK?

- I'm just a little banged up,
is all.

- I'm just glad you're OK.

I will have a giant glass
of scotch waiting for you

when you get home, OK?

- [chuckles]
Thank you.

Yeah, I'm just gonna take
a couple minutes

and get my head right.

- Yeah. Of course.
Take your time.

I love you.

- Love you too.

- Hey.
[phone beeps]

Just talked to Jubal.

Ever since the news
of the colonel's arrest broke,

the tip lines
have been flooded.

- Wow.

Other Cornwall students?
- Yeah.

His list of alleged victims
is growing,

dating back decades.

He's gonna pay for what he did.

- What about the academy?

- It'll pay too.

- This place is just such
a huge part of who I am.

[soft dramatic music]

I'm grateful for that.

And I got lucky, OA.

Could've happened
to any one of us.

- Like your friend.

- Yeah, never understood

why David did it.

♪

He was so loved.

And he had
so much ahead of him.

♪

Just made me feel like

I never really knew him.

- You can't know
what he didn't tell you.

- Yeah, just wanted him
to know that he could've.

♪

And now I understand.

I miss him.

♪

[wolf howls]