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Woman: Name? Special Agent Will Trent.

What's up with the dog?

This is Betty. I'm adopting it.

What is he doing here? He's your partner.

Will can teach you to be surgical,

to see things that no one else does.

I bet I can solve this tonight.

He's good police.

[ Grunts ]

And he's objectively hot.

♪

Faith: You know that having dyslexia

does not make you broken, right?

You know how I said I grew up in a group home?

Will was there.

Will: There's a serial killer who's targeting people

that lived at the children's home.

He's got Angie.

Hello?

One of the women the killer took back in the '80s,

she was your mother.

What was her name? Lucy Morales.

Are you my father?

What kind of a father

would throw his own son into the garbage?

I want to watch you watch her die.

[ Grunts ]

James Ulster, I'm arresting you for the murder of my mother.

How is she?

Woman: Once the swelling goes down,

We'll know more about the extent of the nerve damage.

What do you mean, paralysis?

[ Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Gimme Three Steps" plays ]

♪

When did that meeting land?

Well, you can't do it now, Tracy. It's too late.

You gotta run these things by me.

You know what? Fine.

I'll be there in 20 minutes.

♪ And he was looking for you know who ♪

♪ Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister ♪

♪ And you'll never see me no more ♪

[ Car alarm blaring ]

[ Sighs ] I'm sorry. This is a little hard for me.

...six months ago...

Um, cómo se dice "share"?

Compartir.

[ Sighs ]

♪

[ Group chuckles ]

Mira que linda!

Brava.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Um, it's, uh-- it...

Trent. Where are you?

I told you I needed the morning off.

I need you in Lincolnville Park.

Car bomb.

We haven't ruled out terrorism.

I have Betty.

Will, I don't want to hear about that damn dog.

[ The Mills Brothers' "Cielito Lindo" plays ]

Yo, uh...

I gotta go.

♪

♪ He happened to meet her, a sweet señorita ♪

♪ One night at a gala fiesta ♪

♪ A picture in fine Spanish laces ♪

♪ With one of those pretty faces ♪

♪ The music and moonlight, the spell of a June night ♪

♪ The charm of an old Spanish setting ♪

♪ Brought romance in all its glory ♪

Thank you, Nico.

We'll see you at home. Yep.

♪ The start of sweet love's story ♪

♪ Ay-ay-ay-ay ♪

♪ He won my heart, amigo ♪

♪ He said that he loved no one but me ♪

♪ So off to the chapel we go ♪

♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

All the houses look the same,

and it's trash day.

Well, GBI's here. Guess we can all go home.

Get this bagged, see if it belongs

to anyone in the neighborhood.

If not, might be the do-ers.

What am I, your secretary?

Good morning, Special Agent Trent.

Can you believe this is my first car bomb?

Ah. I would've brought you a cake.

Hey, Franklin, get this bagged,

see if it belongs to anyone in the neighborhood.

If it doesn't, could be one of the do-ers.

Oh, I'm gonna stop you right there, bitch.

I'm not your secretary.

What's this, a prayer circle?

We asking God to solve this case?

Because that's what I pay you for.

I need to know if this is terrorism.

I got the mayor, the governor, and CNN all the way up my ass,

and now the Feds want in, too.

There's a lot of traffic

going up there this early in the morning.

Okay, well, uh, the victim's name is Keith Wakefield.

He's in advertising. Seems very wholesome.

There's not anything shady.

There's no obvious reason why he was targeted.

It's weird.

Hey, y'all. Cricket Dawson, bomb squad.

Ooh, GBI and bomb squad.

It's like "The Avengers."

What do you know, Agent?

Well, it looks targeted to me.

This bomb was definitely meant for one person.

It's flashy, but it doesn't feel like terrorism.

Well, thank you, Agent.

Thank you for working this morning.

If it was targeted, it was sloppy

'cause the wife and the son drive that car.

Yeah, but any idiot can make a bomb.

I bet you when you find these guys,

they're missing some fingers.

I'll go talk to the wife.

Franklin, talk to the neighbors at that house and that house.

See if they noticed any strange cars,

ask for cooperation with the doorbell cams.

Why those houses?

Nowhere else to park.

It was trash day.

This is an awful lot of eye contact, Agent Dawson.

I'm sorry. I'm just happy to meet you.

That case with James Ulster...

Such a good solve.

[ Echoing ] You gave so many people closure,

and I imagine you saved so many others.

Woman: You want to hit me? Go ahead!

Girl: Will, make it stop. Angie, come on.

[ Indistinct screaming ] Will, I'm scared.

Man: I'll kill you, bitch!

Cricket: Hey, are you-- are you okay?

What?

Yes, I'm fine.

Thank you.

Anyway...

I'm glad to meet you.

I'll get you my post-blast report ASAP.

♪

Ormewood: Listen, I know this is difficult, Mrs. Wakefield,

but if-- if you can remember anything,

it'd really help us out.

Did Keith have any coworkers or anything like that

that might have had reason to do this, or...?

Sue: No, nothing. My husband was such a good man.

Um, Dad cut some guy off last week

on the way home from lacrosse practice,

and he followed us for a few blocks.

I don't know. Could that be something?

It doesn't even have to be recent.

No, no. I--

I just don't understand any of this, okay?

None of this makes any sense!

Just please find who did this.

Just please find who did this!

We're doing our best, ma'am.

Excuse me, ma'am, I'm very sorry for your loss.

Do you have a swimming pool?

What?

No, why are you asking me if I--

You have this pool catalog.

That's probably the accountant guy across the street.

He's 10413 Oaks Circle. We're 10314.

How about his behavior?

♪

Morning.

Good morning, officer. Uh, what can I do for you?

Special Agent Will Trent, GBI.

I brought your pool catalog.

Oh. Thanks.

10413, 10314.

Your guys' mail must get mixed up all the time.

I'll bet deliveries, too, huh?

The world's an imperfect place.

Looks like you're taking a trip.

Not really. Not a question.

Just an observation.

Did you know that less than 1% of Americans

drive maroon cars?

Well, that's a fun fact.

Quite the coincidence that you and your neighbor

both drive one.

Now, this is gonna sound crazy, but...

do you have any reason to believe somebody

would be trying to kill you today?

Hey! Stop! Stop!

[ Grunting ]

Don't move!

Will, what the hell is going on here?

Bombers got the wrong guy. This man was the target.

♪

[ Exhales deeply ]

♪

Well, thank you for that.

That was...

just what the doctor ordered.

[ Chuckles ]

Actually, this doctor's ordering rest.

Another couple months,

and you should be able to rejoin the force.

Yeah, about that, I was thinking of taking

the physical exam a week from Friday.

What?

Angie, you suffered a spinal contusion,

not a sprained ankle.

Yeah, six months ago.

For two of those months, you were immobilized.

You still gotta do your OT, PT,

and don't think I don't know about that nerve pain

in your arm you've been trying to hide.

Well...

No.

I'm not signing off on that.

How does the Medical Board

feel about doctors sleeping with their patients?

So, that's what this has all been about?

Come on, we've been having a nice time.

Yeah.

♪

But you still have to pass the physical exam, you know.

Yeah. Yeah, you let me worry about that.

Thanks.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hey, how's the 401(k) at the GBI?

They take care of you guys here?

The stock market is state-sanctioned witchcraft.

My God. And they trust you with a gun?

Well, forgive me if I don't take

financial advice from you, Arthur.

What kind of an accountant takes out a second mortgage

on their home, then declares bankruptcy?

Did you bring me here to make fun of me?

We brought you here because we think

someone's trying to kill you.

Who do you think it is? Care to speculate?

I have no idea.

You're sure my neighbor wasn't the target?

Always had a funny feeling about that guy.

He'd leave his Christmas decorations up

till Valentine's Day.

Well, I think the target was you...

and you just got extremely lucky.

Sounds like you got debt.

Gambling? I'm no gambler.

Drugs then. Okay, fine. You got me.

I'm on a couple of statins and this reflux thing,

but I would kill for a plate of eggs right now.

Half a stick of butter, extra pepper, toast...

He's abandoning his diet.

Looks like he already knows he's dead.

Then why on earth won't he let us help him?

Hmm.

♪

Alright, Arthur. I guess you're free to go.

But I strongly urge you to stay here where we can keep you safe.

Thank you for your dedicated service, agents.

I'm gonna show myself out.

Be careful out there.

[ Door opens, closes ]

You got plans this weekend?

Jeremy's coming over.

That'll be nice.

Mm-hmm, yeah, I'm cooking a pork loin.

I like to do a rub with rosemary, thyme.

You ever try a yogurt marinade?

I mean, it tenderizes it just right.

Huh.

Think he's in the elevator yet?

Oh, yeah. You drive?

Obviously.

Alright.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

♪

Nope, nope, nope, nope.

What's the matter with you?

Hey, you. Oh, hey, Luke.

What are you doing?

Uh, double homicide out in Decatur.

Yeah, it looks like the boyfriend did it,

just looking for confirmation before press time.

Mm, not my case. No, I know, I know.

You got the car bomb thing, right?

It's a weird one, huh?

You look great.

Thanks.

Well, this is awkward.

Faith, would you like to introduce me to your friend?

Uh, Will Trent, right?

Luke Sullivan, Atlanta Star-Standard.

You seem to know a lot, Luke.

Yeah, I know everything except why Faith Mitchell

won't call me back.

You don't say?

Well, no cavities. Congratulations.

Must be the fluoride in the water,

'cause I've never seen either one of you brush your teeth.

I brush my teeth, Dad.

Maisie's dad says fluoride is poison.

Well, Maisie's dad's an idiot.

What are you doing talking to him?

He and Mommy are friends.

What do you mean friends?

We go over there all the time.

With Mom? And she hangs out?

Maisie has a big trampoline.

Well, does Maisie have a mom?

Yeah. She's in heaven.

In heaven.

Okay, wow. That's a tragedy.

You know about this?

What do you care if Mom has a friend?

It's not like you ever talk to her.

Woman on tape: "Would you like to get out of here?"

¿Te gustaría salir de aquí?

"Please come up to my place and have a drink."

Por favor, ven a mi...

What are you listening to?

Nothing. Just, um, case notes.

You're mouthing case notes?

Don't mess with the process.

Copy that.

So, you wanna tell me about this guy...

Luke? Nope.

He is a tall drink of water.

Okay, that's enough.

Come on. Just tell it.

It was a 48-hour date. We had fun. It's over.

End of discussion.

Thank you. Was that so hard?

[ Scoffs ]

Look at this little dumb-dumb.

Not a single instinct for self-preservation.

Just sitting by the window waiting to be killed. Mm.

I don't know how he's still alive.

Should we?

Yeah.

♪

[ Sighs ]

Hello, Arthur.

Breakfast for dinner?

Come on. Guys, this is--

this is harassment. How did you find me?

We've been following you for the past hour.

You are not cut out for this. My car is bright yellow, man.

It is right there.

You went into your office and came out with that bag.

What's in it? Socks and clean underwear.

Socks and clean underwear! Why are you so jumpy?

Now, that is a man who is confident he'll see tomorrow.

I do not share your optimism, Arthur.

You know, whoever screwed up that hit,

they're gonna come after you again.

Talk to us. We can help.

Do you often stalk a murder victim's neighbor at random,

or am I just lucky?

Can I please--

[ Cellphone chimes ] You know what?

Allow me, being as this could be your last day on earth.

No credit cards for Special Agent Will Trent?

Yeah, I'm a cash guy.

I missed a call. It's Franklin.

Alright. Cash guy?

That's even worse than the stock market thing.

What you need to do is keep a reasonable

amount of debt and pay it off regularly.

That way you can build up your credit.

You know, you're pretty down on cash...

for a guy carrying a bag full of it.

Socks, clean underwear.

Faith: Mitchell. What you got?

I said stop following me!

Check your rearview mirror once in a while.

Try not to die.

Trent was right.

The bomber parked right where he said they'd be,

and I got an ID on the car.

[ Car engine revs ]

Let me guess-- blue Dodge Charger?

Well, how'd you know that, witch?

Will!

[ Engine revs ]

The car!

Arthur, get down!

♪

[ Grunts ]

♪

You ready to tell me what's going on?

Arthur, talk to me. You almost died.

Twice in a day. You get that, right?

Who are you protecting?!

It's obviously not yourself.

Faith: We will find out.

We'll look into everyone you know.

Your friends, your parents, your clients, your kids.

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪

Take this money. Take all this money.

Deposit it into an account at Southern Bedrock Bank.

Please. My son.

They're gonna kill my son.

Okay. Okay, okay. Take it easy.

What happened, Arthur?

He went to prison a year ago...

for drugs.

And then, one day, I got a call from somebody,

an unknown number.

The man demanded 5 grand every month

or else they were gonna hurt Miles.

I thought it was an empty threat,

so I didn't do anything about it,

and then they beat him nearly to death.

I'm so sorry, Arthur.

They said if I told anyone, that they were gonna kill him.

I haven't missed a payment since.

If you continue to make payments,

then why is someone trying to kill you?

Some woman accosted me at the bank last week

as I was making a payment.

She wanted to talk about Miles.

She said that she knew what was going on, that she could help.

Did you get a name?

No, no.

She was, uh, 30s maybe.

I don't know. She was Asian.

We'll pull the bank footage. We'll find her.

My son went to prison for drugs, and now he's gonna die in there.

I need to talk to him.

Can you make that happen? Please?

Of course, Arthur.

We're gonna figure this out.

Ormewood: Here's what I know about Maisie's dad--

Harris Boardner, okay? Mm-hmm.

Single father, he's a project manager

at some shipping company somewhere.

One arrest for public intoxication 14 years ago.

You pulled his file?

That's what they're for.

What are you doing here, Polaski?

I talked to Cap about my exam,

and he thinks his wife is having an affair.

Really, Polaski?

Come on, he's really good at this. [ Sighs ]

Now, what's the evidence?

Well, she has a friend who's a man.

Yeah, whom she's never mentioned.

Look, the weekly thermostat report shows

that someone's using the AC every Tuesday and Thursday

between 2:00 and 3:00 p.m.

So, you think she's sneaking back

with sexy-single-dad for a little afternoon delight?

And the sex is so ferociously hot

that they need the air conditioning.

[ Laughs ] Yeah. That's real funny.

Yeah, I should have answers soon, Franklin.

I put a tracker on her car already.

No.

Why don't you stop treating this like a murder investigation

and just talk to her like a grown-up?

Yeah, right. I do that, and she'll think I don't trust her. [ Cellphone ringing ]

Well, you don't. It's her, it's her.

Shh. Hey, babe.

Well, I'm--

Yeah, no, drop him off.

Max loves hanging at the station.

Any, uh-- Any particular reason why?

You got plans with someone or...?

Oh, yeah, that's right.

Cooper's dance thing. That's right.

Hey, babe, I love you.

No "I love you" back.

Eesh.

See, I don't like that.

Alright, great, let me know

as soon as we have a video connection.

♪

Hey, Damon.

Hey.

Take this limoncello and pour it down the drain,

then put the bottle in the trash.

Wear gloves.

I got you.

Thank you. Alright.

[ Sighs ]

Not a big limoncello fan, huh?

Good morning, Agent Dawson. What do you have?

Report's on your desk.

Well, how about you tell me the headlines?

We tracked the lot number of the C-4.

It's Russian military. [ Light buzzing ]

Probably a couple of explosive guys making some money--

Is that flicker bothering you? It's bothering me.

It's been driving me crazy, actually.

I just haven't had the time.

Um...

What's happening?

I'm fixing it for you.

Because I can, and you deserve nice things.

Unplug me?

[ Sighs ]

So, it's not just, uh, bombs.

You, uh... tinker with a lot of stuff.

Oh, yeah. I grew up on a farm.

My dad would sooner go vegan than throw away a toaster oven.

I rebuilt my Porsche from scratch.

You a farm kid, too? Foster kid.

We didn't throw things away, either.

Can I ask you a question?

Who is sending you unwanted, fancy liquor?

James Ulster.

The serial killer?

That's scary. What does he want?

Well, I can't pretend to know what that man is thinking.

Feels like you're lying, but okay.

Hey, can I ask you another question?

Are you and Polaski still a thing?

We've been over for a while.

Mm. Are you sad about it?

Agent, w-what is happening?

Are-- Are you writing a book about me?

No, just asking questions. Trying to get to know you.

Like, an interesting thing about me is I--

I'm a big fan of dinner.

Okay.

I also love dancing and hiking,

and I don't know if this will surprise you,

but axe throwing.

I'm confused.

I am trying to set the stage

for you to ask me out, Will.

You fixed it. Of course I did.

A-Agent Dawson, I am the case agent.

I do not think it's appropriate for us to date.

[ Knock on door ]

Video connection's up.

♪

What happened? Are you okay?

I'm fine, Dad. Are you okay?

I'm fine. Don't worry about me.

We're gonna keep you safe.

I love you. I love you, too.

I can't wait to see you when I-- when I go on parole.

You know, it's coming up soon.

You're up for parole? We can go to that diner...

You get anything from the son?

Nope. He was beat up again a couple days ago,

supposedly doesn't know by who.

Poor kid's terrified, and for good reason.

We put him in solitary last night for his own protection.

We ran a trace on the ransom calls to Arthur's phone.

They pinged to a burner phone inside Georgia State Prison.

I think the whole operation is being run from the inside.

The hits, too?

Whole thing.

Where are you going?

I need to think.

♪

Your form's looking better.

Hey! [ Chuckles ] What are you doing here?

I'm considering a membership.

Thought I'd check out the facility.

[ Chuckles ]

You remember that case you had a while back

with that prison gang?

Los Diamantes, yeah. What about it?

Were they calling hits from the inside?

Yeah, they were taking out rival gang members.

With fentanyl, mostly.

I got something similar.

You catch your people? No.

Prison is a giant dead end.

Nobody talks. If they do, they're dead.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

How's your back?

It's good.

As long as I don't sit, stand, jump, squat.

How about your hand?

Hey, when was the last time you were in a swimming pool?

I'm in the middle of a case.

It's 10 o'clock at night.

Stop being Will Trent for five minutes.

Sorry.

I can't.

Chicken.

Can you even swim?

♪

Ohhh!

[ Laughing ] Here we go!

This is gonna take all night, ladies.

He's wearing the french cuffs.

Don't worry. This is stage one of 20,

so why don't you, uh, go do a few laps?

Do some laps? Yeah.

Should I come back tomorrow?

Maybe. [ Laughs ]

♪

I feel like this is

the longest we've ever gone without, um--

Without having sex? Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

How's that going for you?

Weird.

Little lonely, but...

I'm getting used to it, I guess.

How about you?

Same.

Trying to see other people.

Other people are stupid.

[ Sighs ] So stupid.

Actually, there is one person--

Cricket Dawson on the bomb squad.

She asked me out.

Couldn't have been more awkward.

You should go.

Yeah.

You wanna come?

[ Laughs ]

What? What's wrong with that?

[ Laughing ] Yeah, sure.

So, I talked to Heller, by the way.

I'm gonna take my physical exam next week.

Is that a good idea?

I gotta get back to work, Will.

Well, you also have to heal.

How well am I gonna heal if I start using again?

'Cause you know that's what's gonna happen

if I don't stay busy.

You of all people should understand that.

What do you mean by that?

You found out your mom was murdered by a serial killer,

and you didn't blink.

You just kept solving cases.

What was I supposed to do?

Weep, scream, get wasted, whatever,

but acting like it didn't happen--

that's a trauma response.

Are we actually arguing right now

about who's more messed up?

We don't have to argue.

♪

It's you.

♪

[ Knock on door ]

Oh, no, thank you.

Come on. Faith, what-- what did I do, huh?

You didn't do anything, Luke.

You're fun.

You're real fun for a Fourth of July weekend.

It was a great weekend.

Yeah, but I follow you on Instagram,

and it seems like you have a lot of fun

with a lot of different people.

Mm. Okay. Fair.

Alright, well-- well, now at least I know why.

So, is this a personal call, or is--

I have a gift. I heard that you were looking

for some Russian spec ops guys.

Where'd you hear that from?

I hear everything around here.

Anyway, I-I did a story once

about these Eastern European ex-military guys

who come over here and get into a bunch of gang stuff.

Well, a bunch of them, uh, live over in Mechanicsville.

[ Scoffs ] There. Olive branch.

Thank you.

That could actually be helpful.

Great. You wanna go get a drink now?

I'm at work.

I'm not about to go to some bar.

I figured you might say that, so...

We don't have to go anywhere because I...

have bourbon.

What's up? You got glasses,

or are we gonna pass the bottle back and forth like teenagers?

You drink too much. You know that, right?

Suit yourself, Mitchell.

♪

Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

You said this was bourbon.

This is rye.

Now, rye is a totally different story.

Is it, now? Mm-hmm. Absolutely.

Close the door. Oh...

♪

Great. I'll be right there.

Ormewood just called.

They found the Dodge Charger abandoned.

It's downstairs in the impound lot now.

Bomb squad just cleared it, so we're gonna go check it out.

Great. Let me know what you find.

Will do.

They got a hit on the woman from the bank footage.

Emily Chu.

She has a brother in the same prison as Arthur's son, Miles.

Yes. I'm sitting in the car, Janet.

There's nothing I can do about traffic.

I'm gonna be right there in 10 minutes.

Yeah, 10 minutes, okay?

[ Cellphone ringing, vibrating ]

[ Ringing, vibrating continue ]

♪

Yeah?

Will: Emily,

this is Special Agent Will Trent with the GBI.

I have reason to believe someone's trying to kill you.

Do not get in your car.

I'm in my car right now.

I-It didn't start.

It made a weird noise when I sat down.

Emily,

there is a bomb in your car.

It is imperative that you do not move.

What?!

[ Siren chirps, tires screech ]

♪

[ Siren wailing ]

I need this whole block evacuated!

Will, this is idiotic. Will: No, it's necessary.

I'll put you on speaker phone.

Not sure what you're doing right now.

It's not that I don't believe in your skills,

but I need to talk to her now

in case she does blow up.

Nobody's blowing up.

That part's on you.

[ Crying ] Man: 92.6...

Hello, Emily. My name is Cricket Dawson.

I'm gonna be defusing your bomb today.

Am I gonna die?

No, ma'am. Okay.

But if you heard a click when you sat down,

that means you probably sat on a pressure plate,

which is like a landmine.

[ Gasps ] But you're going to be fine

as long as you don't get out of the car.

[ Crying ]

Emily, I'm gonna gently open this door, okay?

Okay. Okay.

[ Indistinct speaking on radio ]

Okay. Here we go.

[ Vehicle door creaks ]

Man: ...her boyfriend of seven years, Darius.

Emily, I'm Special Agent Will Trent.

I just need to ask a few questions.

We're gonna get Darius on the...

Right now?!

It's good, isn't it, babies?

Yeah. Hey, Barney.

I see you have roommates now.

Well, it took me forever, but I found the car.

This place needs a map, Barney.

Eh, I got a system. It's all in my head.

Yeah, I think it'd be better if it was on a spreadsheet, Barney.

Hmm.

You get anything from the car?

Not much, but I did find this.

Our bombers like a Grandma Millie's biscuit.

I mean, who doesn't?

Hey, do you know if they have a location in Mechanicsville?

Why Mechanicsville?

I have a friend who gave me a tip about--

Hey, this is Special Agent Mitchell

with the GBI.

I have a description of two white males.

Maybe you can tell me if they're customers.

Missing finger.

Russian. One's bald, the other one has a goatee.

Missing finger!

One may be missing a finger or two.

Really?

Okay, we'll be right there.

[ Keypad beeps ]

[ Tony! Toni! Toné!'s "Feels Good" plays ]

♪ It feels good ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ It feels good ♪

How much longer is it gonna be?

Agent Dawson, how we doing down there?

Moving slow, making good decisions.

You see? That's what you want from the bomb tech.

Now, Emily, why'd you contact Arthur Highsmith?

My brother's in the same prison as his son.

Someone contacted me

a few days ago saying that if I didn't deposit $3,000

in a bank account...

they would kill my brother.

[ Crying ] And now I'm gonna die!

No. Come here.

Hey-- I'm gonna die!

No, you're not. Come on. No!

Nooo! It's okay.

You're gonna be okay. It's not okay!

Yes, you are. [ Sobbing ]

Can we-- Can we turn off the damn radio? Cricket: No.

'Cause I don't want you messing with the dash.

Are you asking me these questions

because you think I'm gonna blow up?

If you blow up, I blow up.

And I don't know about you, but I don't wanna blow up.

I keep telling you, nobody's blowing up.

♪ By my side ♪

♪ It feels good ♪ I peed my pants!

[ Sobs ] Oh, Emily.

We've all peed our pants.

I just did it 10 minutes ago.

Agent Dawson, have you soiled yourself?

Sure did. See?

We're just all sitting here in our warm urine,

and it's delicious. [ Chuckles ]

It's fine.

Almost there. I see the detonator.

Really?

Emily, did you contact anyone else?

They may be in danger right now.

Uh, three people.

Mark Russi, Tova Feldman, and Vivian Marcus.

We're all in the same prison family support group.

Amanda, did you get that?

Amanda: Yeah, got it.

We have three names.

Find those individuals and their cars.

Assume they all have bombs.

[ Breathes deeply ]

I'm gonna cut a wire

and take the detonator out, okay?

Okay.

One, two...

Got it. It's done.

Rendered safe. Oh! Oh, thank you!

Emily, you did great.

[ Crying ] Thank you so much.

Thank you.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

That was so...

Hot?

Agent Dawson, I would very much like to take you to dinner,

then defuse another bomb,

and then have sexual intercourse...

[ Chuckles ]

...if that's alright.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Trent.

We found the bombers,

and indeed, one guy is missing a couple of fingers,

and the other a diamond earring.

You better get down here fast.

We turned up some pretty scary stuff.

Bombers lawyered up, but they had enough C-4

in their shop for a dozen more bombs.

Cricket, this might be of interest to you.

It's their cookbook. Lists the bombs they've made,

sketches of bombs they'd like to make.

Yep, look, it's Emily Chu's bomb.

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What do you see?

Well, these guys are experimenting

with some pretty hairy stuff.

They are ambitious. Will, check this out.

You don't see those too often anymore.

Mm-hmm.

Man: Tomorrow's got a hankering for peach cobbler,

and his clock got hooked up to the book club.

Slide the quiet mice on the movin' beds,

and hightail it out, hear?

[ Tape recorder clicks, beeps ]

Woman: February 4th at 2:05 p.m.

That's 18 hours before the first bomb went off.

That sounded like some kind of code.

Prison language.

Hey, babe. Hey, Max. Hey.

Sorry, I was just at a crime scene, so...

Max, why don't you, uh...

Why don't you go grab something out of the snack machine, yeah?

Wow. Party time.

I am so pissed at that kid right now.

It turns out he's been skipping last period geometry

twice a week to play Xbox.

I'm ready to throw that damn machine in the pool.

Wait, are you-- are you talking about

on Tuesdays and Thursdays?

Uh, yeah. At 2:00 p.m.

Yes.

That's Max playing video games?

Unfortunately, yes.

[ Laughing ] Okay.

O...kay.

Uh... what is so funny?

Gina...

Okay, this is gonna sound stupid.

I saw that the thermostat settings

had been changed, right? Yeah.

And then Cooper said

this weird thing about Maisie's dad, Harris,

and I-I just-- I got scared that...

I got scared that you were having an affair,

and I'm-- I'm sorry.

I... Oh.

But I...

Don't hate me. Oh.

I, uh... Michael...

What? What?

♪

Really?

[ Stammers, sighs ]

It's true?

I can't do this here, okay?

Um...

I'm s--

What? I-I gotta go.

We'll talk, um--

Uh, we'll talk tonight, okay?

G-Gina.

Uh... Gina, wait.

♪

Look, Max, I'm sorry.

Your mom and I are just--

I found this tracker you put in Mom's car.

Real cool, Dad.

♪

I shouldn't have done that.

This is all your fault! Lower your tone, okay?

You're the reason people hate cops.

Go find a dark corner somewhere and do your homework.

Now.

Now!

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[ Sighs heavily ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

The bombers lawyered up?

They didn't even talk about a deal.

There's someone inside that prison

they're scared of even more than us.

We got anything on those three cars?

We found two. There are teams at both.

One's still missing. [ Keypad beeps ]

Yeah, about that missing car,

Vivian Marcus has 26 outstanding parking tickets.

It's downstairs.

In the impound lot.

Will: Get everyone outside the building!

Hey, we need the whole building evacuated!

Call the fire department!

Clear this entire block right now!

[ Alarm blaring ]

Is your team on their way?

Yeah, but we gotta find this bomb, like, right now.

There's no telling how much time we have left.

Babies? Where are you, babies?

Barney, Barney! I need you to focus.

Listen to me. I'm looking for a blue Toyota Tacoma.

Towed here in the last day. Where is it?

Wh-What's happening?

It's possible that there's a bomb in a car in this lot.

What color? Never mind.

I'll find it. Get out of here.

But my cats--

Barney, I'll take care of the cats!

Cricket, Cricket, could this bomb bring down the building?

But it's not the bomb itself I'm worried about.

It's the sympathetic detonation.

What does that mean?

There's, like, 5,000 gallons

of gasoline in these cars down here.

If they catch fire, that's what'll bring the building down.

[ Blaring continues ]

♪

Will! Are you okay, or are you panicking?

Can cats smell C-4?

Yes, they can.

[ Cat meows ]

[ Alarm blaring ]

♪

[ Beeping ] Bingo!

♪

Faith, we found the bomb.

You got six minutes to clear the building.

Copy that. Six minutes!

[ Police radio chatter ]

What's the plan?

I'm gonna render it safe.

If I can't do that,

I carry this bomb over to that office to contain the blast.

I'll carry it to the office.

I'm the bomb tech. It is my job.

Do you wanna argue about this, or you wanna get this done?

[ Beeping continues ]

Alright, um...

what do you need, boss?

Max!

Hey! Have you seen my son?

Max!

Can you hold this mirror...

just like that?

Alright.

Okay, now talk to me.

What's the deal with Ulster?

Cricket, this truly does not feel like the right time.

Actually, I do not do well with silence,

and I'm defusing a super deadly bomb,

so you can't say no.

Ulster's been trying to contact me.

Postcards, gifts.

Even a bottle of cologne once.

Friendly guy. Why you?

'Cause you're the one who caught him?

You know, I'm having a hard time concentrating

with a timer ticking down on us.

Keep talking.

Ulster...

he thinks he might be my father.

Wow. That's big.

Think of taking a DNA test?

Yeah.

But then I'd have the answer, and...

I'm not sure I want to know.

Fair enough. I do know one thing.

Even if he is your father, it doesn't matter

because you're your own man.

You're Will Trent.

[ Beeping continues ]

Okay, ready?

And...

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[ Exhales heavily ]

[ Timer beeps ] Oh, no.

It's a collapsible circuit.

Let's go. Let's go.

Will: Faith, you got two minutes.

You said six!

Well, now it's two.

What's a collapsible circuit?

It's when you disable one circuit and it triggers another.

Well, how many circuits are there?

There's no way of telling until you disable them all.

There's a hacksaw in my kit.

I need you to cut this bomb free

in case we have to go to plan B.

♪

Ormewood, we got two minutes! Mitchell, I can't find Max!

What? I can't find Max!

Max! Max!

Here we go...

[ Hacksaw scraping ]

♪

[ Timer beeps ] Damn it!

Faith, 30 seconds.

Copy. 30 seconds. [ Radio static hisses ]

Ormewood, we gotta go. Maybe he already got out.

You go, Faith. I can't leave him.

Max!

Ormewood: Max!

Max! Max!

[ Lock disengages ] Dad.

Max. I got you, buddy. I got you.

I got locked in, and then-- Hey, it's okay.

I'm so sorry, son.

Okay? It's gonna be alright, alright?

[ Beeping ]

It's stuck.

A couple of rows over,

I saw a crowbar in one of those pickup trucks.

I need you to get it now. Right now.

[ Beeping continues ]

♪

[ Grunts ]

Which pick-- Which pickup truck?!

[ Beeping continues ]

Where is it?

Cricket, talk to me! Where is it?!

♪

Cricket...

♪

[ Groaning ]

♪

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪

Amanda: Will, what are you doing?

Please talk some sense into him.

You're in shock.

I'm fine. He's not fine.

You need to slow down.

I need to do my job.

[ Muffled indistinct shouting ]

♪

[ Gasps ]

Child: Will! Help us!

Woman: Ahh! This is ridiculous!

Get out of the way!

[ Shouting continues ]

[ Grunts ] [ Shouting stops ]

♪

Was anybody else killed or injured?

Max Ormewood has a mild concussion,

but everyone else is okay.

Even Barney's stupid cats.

The person I'm worried about right now is you.

I have to do this.

Cricket...

[ Sighs ]

Cricket died saving my life, all right?

The least I could do is figure out who ordered those bombs.

You're not the only agent in the GBI.

♪

Oh, my God, Will, your face.

Amanda, I'm fine!

♪

It's a steep road.

No one in that prison wants to talk to you.

That's not true.

I know one person who's dying to talk to me.

♪

[ Door opens ]

♪

[ Door buzzes, opens ]

[ Indistinct shouting in distance ]

♪

[ Handcuffs clicking ]

♪

[ Door buzzes, opens ]

[ Door closes ]

Will...

you came to see me.

Did you receive my gifts?

Hello, James.

Captions by VITAC--

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