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- Let me get this straight.

Your pops walks out when
you were just a kid.

Now you're 10 grand in the hole,

picking up some bike
that he never came back for?

- It's 8 grand, not 10.

And it's a '41 Indian Chief
in tan over red.

If I can get it running?

- Well, your old man's
still not coming back.

If you ask me,
I'd rather have the cash.

Now for some violence.

You ready?

- Standing here, ain't I?

- You're on the sidewalk.

Inside, it's a
whole other thing.

- I messed up,
but I'll get you the money.

I just need a few days.

- You said that three days ago!

- Make sure he gets the message.

- Make it any clearer, he won't
be able to limp to the bank.

- Then he can get himself
a wheelchair.

Show him what happens
when he's late.

- No! No! No! Please, no!

No!

- You bought yourself a day!

Hold out on us again,
it'll be your head!

Know it ain't much,

but now he's got the fear
of Jesus in him.

I'll come back tomorrow, make
sure he coughs up the rest.

- You were supposed
to hit him in the knees, kid.

- Oh, what's the matter?

We got the cash.

- Yeah, but you know.

- But what?

- I guess it's true what
they say about you.

What are you...

- Anyone see the shooter?

- Gavin?

Gavin.

Hey, hang on, buddy.

We have an agent down.

Roll an ambulance down
to 186 and Hughes Avenue.

Repeat, agent down.

- Well, I don't have
to tell you what it means

when one of our own gets killed
in the line of duty,

and Special Agent Gavin Rice
was one of the best

and we owe it to him
and his family

to finish what he started.

So talk to me.

- He has never had
his cover blown

on any of his previous cases.

His case agent has no idea how
the Irish mob got onto us.

- Right, so what do we know
about that outfit, Elise?

- Well, thanks to Rice,
nearly everything.

The Sullivan Organized
Crime Group has

recently rebuilt itself,

thanks to backing
from the O'Connor family.

Major player back in Ireland.

Special Agent Rice built a map
of the whole organization.

They are led by this man,
Sean Sullivan.

Dublin-born, New York-bred,

twice convicted on racketeering.

He's suspected in
multiple homicides per NYPD,

but nothing's ever stuck.

- All right.
Well, he's dangerous and smart.

- Well, they run
protection rackets,

gambling rings, robberies,
anything to turn a buck.

Meet Dennis Brady,
mid-level enforcer.

Case agent confirms Brady is
the one who pulled the trigger.

- All right, well, we're not
gonna just take out this thug.

We're gonna dismantle
the entire organization.

FBI.

Everybody, stay where you are.

- Federal agents.
Nobody move.

- All right, guys, keep your
hands where we can see 'em.

- Put 'em up.

Put 'em up!

Nice and easy.

- ♪ Hey, hey, hey,
St. Patrick's Day ♪

♪ Celebrate! ♪

♪ Celebrate! ♪

♪ Hey, hey,
St. Patrick's Day ♪

♪ Celebrate! ♪

♪ Celebrate! ♪

- Whole gang's here.

No sign of Brady
or Sullivan, though.

- Just missed him.

Sullivan's halfway
to Dublin by now.

- And what, you stayed
take the fall?

- ♪ La la la la la la
la la la la ♪

- All right, we got Brady.
Send EMS.

Hey.

What happened to you, huh?

I don't remember.

- OA, you got anything?

- Place should be filled
with ledgers and cash.

Sullivan already cleared out.

Just left some bruisers behind
to slow us down.

All right, let's go.

- Dennis Brady,
you're under arrest

for the murder of a federal
agent.

- You gonna untie me or what?

- You are a man
without a country, Mr. Brady.

Not only do we have
you committing murder

on a recorded wire,
but it looks like

your criminal organization has
disowned you.

They say that you acted alone.

- Well, screw 'em.
I think I did 'em a favor.

It's not my fault
they can't see it.

- I think in all fairness,

they probably understood
something that you don't.

You see, taking the life
of a federal agent,

that's gonna bring the wrath
of the entire FBI to your door.

- Based on how we found you,
I'd say that

Sullivan would have preferred
to ice out Agent Rice quietly.

But you chose violence, so
now your crew is in shambles

and you are looking
at the death penalty.

- Yeah, maybe,
if I didn't know what I know.

But instead, I want a deal
from the USA in writing.

And in that deal,
I want a reduced sentence

in the prison of my choosing.

- Wow, Brady.

Negotiator.

- What, you boys aren't
curious on how we knew

your little buddy was a UC rat?

So Gavin used to come
to my house about once a week.

You know, he would bring
birthday presents for my kids.

He would sit at my table

and he would eat the food
that my wife made for him.

And all that time,
he's lying to my face.

When I found out he was really
from the West Village...

That his dad worked
at some fancy college?

You know, it's not...

it's not that he lied.

I don't care.

It's that him
being undercover was

his way of making fun of us.

And that, that I cannot stand.

- I'll bite.

What do you think you know?

- No. Deal first.

- All right.

Let's go.

- You're not working from
a position of leverage in here.

Dude's case file
wound up on the street.

Sean Sullivan bought it, and
I know who he bought it from.

OK?

- OK, so according
to Dennis Brady,

Agent Rice's identity was sold
by this guy, Curtis Swann.

What do we know about him?

- Swann's a fence.

And a person of interest
in three ATF cases.

He is a middleman
connecting sellers and buyers

of stolen contraband.

- How does
a short-timer like this

get his hands
on highly-classified files

from a federal agent?

Who put that file in his hand?

- We're working on it.

- What does ATF have on him?

- Not much.

ATF's been unable to get
any charges to stick.

Without hard proof,
he's unlikely to talk.

- You know what?

Let's get him off the street
and see what's what.

- Uh, about that.

Swann is analog, old-school.
He operates offline.

- Well, Dennis Brady knows
how to contact him.

- Right, so let's lure him out
from his very offline life

and set a meet.

- No sign of Brady's guy yet.

- Brady said that he's careful,

keeps all of his contraband
in a messenger bag.

If it's information you want,
you need to look at it,

memorize it, and give it back.

- All right, OA.

He just popped out
from behind those columns.

Black beanie, blue jeans.

- Copy.

Curtis Swann, don't move.

- Listen to what he says.

- So Dennis Brady set me up?

- He killed an undercover agent.

He'll never see
the light of day again.

- Based on the intel
that you sourced.

Did you bring what he asked for?

Proof it's legit?

- OA.

Agent Gavin Rice,
undercover file.

As legit as it gets.

- Where'd you get that?

- I don't know what that is.

Someone must have
slipped it in there.

- OA...

he's got an entire folder
full of them.

- That's impossible.

- Have you ever seen anything
like this?

- Where'd you get those, Curtis?

How many did you sell?

How many of those are
out in the wild?

- Lawyer.

- OK. Come on.

All right, what do we do now?

Who knows how many agents
are out in the field

who have no idea
their cover's been blown?

- Right. First things first,
we gotta call the JOC.

Hope we're not too late.

- All right, folks,
so based on what we recovered

from the messenger bag,

we know Swann
came into the possession

of the identities of seven
undercover federal agents.

The first one went to the
Sullivan Organized Crime Group.

And though Swann won't
confirm it,

we have to assume that
he sold the rest off piecemeal

to other criminal organizations.

Any one of them
would have paid highly

to know who among them is a fed,

which means we have agents
out there right now

who do not know that their
cover has been compromised,

and we need to get
them out of the field.

Elise, how are we
doing with that?

- We made contact
with every task force

that put those agents
in the field.

Half have been pulled
from their assignments.

Still waiting for confirmation
on the last three.

- Good, good.
Keep at it.

- Hey, Jubal,
can I show you something?

- O... OK.
What's up?

- I, uh, just have...

I dug into those
undercover files

that we found in Swann's bag.

Those pics are definitely
internal-use-only files.

- So what?

That means?
- Yeah.

They can only be accessed
from an air-gapped computer

within the Undercover Office
from inside this building.

- All right.

OK, uh, notify Isobel,
nobody else.

Yeah?
- Yes, sir.

- Thank you.

- Are you the ASAC?

- Uh, yeah, sorry.
Who's... who's asking?

- So you're the one
who pulled me out of an op

with no explanation?

- Oh, you're...

- Dani Rhodes, yeah.

- I'm... I'm the ASAC,
Jubal Valentine.

Um, very glad you're OK.

I'm not OK at all.

What's with the fire drill?

- Right, well, um, I'm not
actually at liberty to say,

but I can tell you that

we are only doing it
because we have to.

- I was working a huge case.

Gun traffickers.

These guys are endangering
the Eastern seaboard.

So if you killed it, it means
you're on an even bigger case.

So put me on that,
and then you can tell me.

- Special Agent Rhodes, you're
gonna need clearance first,

and I am the only one
who can give you that.

- All due respect, there were
at least five more moves

to make without pulling the plug

on the entire investigation.

- Your life was in danger.

We couldn't take that risk.

- Isn't it always?

- Agent Rhodes...

Have a seat.

- We have a hundred
undercover agents

at any given moment.

And today,
seven of them were compromised.

That we know of.

And you happened
to be one of them.

- You think there could be more?

- I think today's activities
are a reminder

that anything can happen.

And that's why we're
moving quickly.

I know I didn't
blow my own cover.

OK.

So that means we've got
an internal problem.

- So far there is
nothing to connect

all seven of these leaked files.

They were different task forces,

different assignments.

There's only one desk
that had access

to all seven of those files:

the Undercover
Special Operation Unit.

- I work with them all the time.

Everyone in that office
is thoroughly vetted.

- Which is why I want
you to run the interviews.

Polygraphs too.

Look, I don't know
where this leak ends,

but I am thin on trust.

I do know that you were
one of the targets,

which means I can trust you.

- All right, I, um...

listen.

There's gonna be resistance,
no matter who's running them.

By the time we're done,

they're not gonna
like me very much.

- Is that a problem?

- Before this year,
did you ever lie to anybody

in a position of authority?

- No, never.

- Were you on
the third floor of this office

between the hours of 6:00 p.m.
and 9:00 p.m. last Wednesday?

- I'm there every night.

But I don't have credentials
to log into the computers.

You know that.

- Yes or no?

- Yes.

- And you do have access
to the printer

and any secure files
that come out of it?

- Yes.

- Were you aware that
there have been omissions

on your financial
disclosure form

to the Office of
Government Ethics last month?

- Yes.
That was an error.

I filed an amendment last week.

It's not my fault
they haven't looked at it yet.

- Have you ever sold
confidential information

sourced from the Federal Bureau
of Investigation?

- No.

- No.

- No.

Everyone passed the polygraph.

The leak, it wasn't from anyone

working in the undercover
office today.

Didn't think we'd hit
a dead end so early.

- No, no, no dead end.

We just have to keep looking.

Come on.

Thanks to Agent Rhodes'
hard work,

we've ruled out all the agents

and contractors she interviewed.

So who's left from
the Undercover Office?

- There is one employee
that we haven't polygraphed yet

that we can rule out,
Kenzie Baker.

She's been on medical leave

since before these files were
time-stamped.

- Same for Breen Foster.

Transferred to
the Boston Field Office

before she would have been
able to grab the files.

- OK, anyone left?

- Oh, last up is Dylan McKelvie,

cybersecurity contractor.

- Throw him up.

An outsider with access?

- System says he's been
on PTO the past two days.

It looks like he installs
patch updates every six months,

with the last upgrade being
two weeks ago.

Both: Digging.

- Dig, dig, dig.

All right, if this is our guy,

why did he suddenly decide
to sell government secrets?

He knows protocol.

He knows the trail would
lead to him very quickly.

- He'd have an escape planned.

- True.

He'd probably need
to swap money first.

- How do you know
he's running with money?

- Brady confirmed that
Swann made 1/2 million

for one FBI file,
multiply that by 7.

Even at wholesale prices,
odds are

a big chunk of that would have
trickled down to McKelvie.

- He would need to swap
the cash into something

small enough he could smuggle.

But he's a first-time criminal.

He'd need resources.

- Right. We need to dig
into every known associate

of his fence, Curtis Swann,
who he trades with.

NYPD. I'm looking
for money laundering ops.

Let's go, people.
Let's find this guy.

- These jewelry stores are
where Swann fenced contraband.

There's a good chance
he sent McKelvie here

to trade cash for diamonds.

- That's easier
to smuggle abroad, right?

- This guy sold my file
for some shiny rocks?

Gotta be an easier way
to make a buck.

Eyes on McKelvie,
two doors down.

- All right, looks
like he made the trade.

- All right, Dani,
stay on his tail.

We're coming to you.
- I got him.

Dylan McKelvie!
FBI!

Get on the ground.

- Hey, not exactly what I meant.

- FBI! Stop!

Suspect fleeing south on Baxter.

- We need backup
at Baxter and Mulberry!

- I got him. Blue car!

Come on. Stay down.
- I got him.

I got him. I got him.
I got him. I got him.

- All right.

- McKelvie,
I know it's your day off,

but you're gonna come back
to the office with us.

- That was nice work.

You know, if you'd waited
about ten seconds,

we could have closed in on him
together.

- Yeah, my bad.

It's been a while since
I've done a team bust.

Things definitely move faster

in the New York Field Office.

- Well, if you're gonna
do stuff like that

and you want off the treadmill,
you just let me know,

and we can save you the time
and the paperwork.

- I didn't say it was too fast.

Thanks to that bozo,
I'm a free agent now.

I'd like to stay close until
this is officially wrapped up.

If that's OK.

- Isobel will be
happy to hear that.

- Edward Snowden is
an American hero.

- Wow, that's
really interesting.

Please, why don't
you have a seat?

Tell us a little more.

- The federal
surveillance apparatus

violates the civil liberties
that all Americans

are entitled to.

We're spying on our own people,

lying to them, entrapping them.

It had to stop.

- Well, Snowden didn't trade
intelligence for rocks.

- We at the federal
surveillance apparatus,

we call that a tell.

- It's hard to stand
on a soapbox

when your pockets are
filled with cash.

- Yeah, of course
I needed funds.

Show me someone who
doesn't need money.

- You worked in the building.

You know how secure
the trail of information is.

So why are you taking that risk?

- The one good thing to come

out of being diagnosed
with ALS is clarity.

I didn't want to waste the
last good year I've got left

behind a desk.

I wanted to see all that
I could before it's too late.

- Lucky for you,

I don't there's gonna
be a desk in your cell.

- No, look,
I... I didn't hurt anybody.

I'm sure there's a plea deal
we can work out.

All I took was eight files.

- Eight?

Our count was seven.

- Well...
- There were eight.

There was one file
that Swann couldn't sell.

And the group that would
have been interested in it,

they were hard to reach.

But I kept digging until
I found them myself.

Well, I'm sorry to say
I already sent the file over.

You're gonna have
to move fast if you

want to save the last agent
before it's too late.

- Dylan, who's
the eighth undercover?

- OK.

I'll handle security.

You follow my lead.

You're not gonna need that.

- Just in case.

We doin' this?

- Give us a clock, Iris.

- 2 minutes, 20 seconds,
starting now.

- OK, masks on.

No face, no case.

Let's go.

- Hey, hey.
Take it easy.

- I'm guessing you
don't wanna die today.

- I'm cool.

- Keep your mouth shut,
or I'm gonna slit your throat.

Give me your hands.

I'm telling you
just do as I say.

Everything will be OK.

- OK. Go.

Come on.

Iris, time?

- 78 seconds.

- Damn it.
Stay with him.

- Let's go.

Where's Josie?

- She wanted one more.

- Josie, let's go.
What are you doing?

There's a plan.

- Gotta think big.

- 12 seconds!

All right. OK.

- Thanks, Margaret.

Couldn't have done this
without you.

- Our friend Maggie has
been compromised!

We need her case agent
on the phone right now!

- Already reached out.

Agent Wigent says the group
Maggie is embedded with,

the PLF,
Planet Liberation Force,

has a hideout in deep woods.

Very few cell towers up there,
making communication difficult.

Maggie checks in on a burner
phone once every six hours,

and she's not due
for another four.

- We are not waiting that long.

Get that location to OA now.

We are pulling her out, even
if we have to do it ourselves.

- Looks like it's two hours
away in the best of conditions.

- Well, send it anyway.

We just have to hope Maggie
can handle herself till then.

- We pinched more than
enough picric acid

to take out the target.

I ran a test just to be sure.

This thing goes off, it'll
shred steel like it's paper.

- It's perfect.

We're lucky to have
you for the cause.

- If we've got
picric acid to spare,

then maybe we should
consider a bigger target.

- Iris, we've been over this.

The Weddington pipeline...

- An oil pipeline
is a weak target.

A refinery,
a compressor station...

that's how we get
some attention,

make a real statement.
- No, no, no.

Our point is to
disrupt the commerce

that's responsible
for harmful emissions.

That statement is gonna
take innocent lives.

- Disrupting a pipeline is
the equivalent

of a speeding ticket
to these companies.

- Mm-hmm.
- We want to make an impact

so big that the whole world
will be talking.

- That's not the impact
we're trying to make.

We kill a bunch of people,

we're not gonna be seen
as freedom fighters.

We're gonna be
called terrorists.

- They call us that anyway.

- Every eco-protection group
that came before us

was charged with
terrorism enhancements

no matter what the target.

Pretextual crap.

- Yeah, because they could
have hurt people, Dave.

- No, because this country
treats destruction of property

more seriously
than loss of life.

As far as I'm concerned,

everybody who works
in one of those places

is complicit in ecocide anyway.

- That's enough.

We're not killers.

- Besides, we can't
change the plan

without Mr. Emerson's
approval anyway.

- Then he should be here.

- He's a highly visible figure.

He has to move very carefully.

But he's been paying your rent

and putting food on our table
for two weeks,

so cut him some slack.

Now, we are moving forward
with the plan as discussed.

In two days, we blow up
the Weddington pipeline.

Yeah?

- Hey.

I didn't know if
you wanted a minute.

Or...

Her thinking is too radical,
isn't it?

I don't know.
Maybe I... maybe they're right.

Maybe I should
be planning a bigger target.

- Well, there's a reason
Mr. Emerson chose you to lead.

Not Dave, not Iris.

- I don't know what I'm doing.

I mean, I never planned
to be this kind of activist.

I know that what
we're doing is right.

- Mm-hmm.

It...

It's just, it's a lot.

I make one wrong decision,
and someone can get killed.

- You got us this far.

Right?

Whatever you decide,
I trust you.

And if Mr. Emerson has
a problem with the plan,

then he can come down here
and make a case to all of us.

- Thanks, Margaret.

Things are about to get bumpy.

I'm really glad
I have you with me.

Me, too.

God, our reception is so spotty,

this could have been
sent hours ago.

- Mr. Emerson?

- All right, come on.

We need a team meeting.
- OK.

- Yo.
- What's up?

- See for yourself.

I knew it.

- Hey, what's going on?

Oof!

You're a fed?

Look.

You lied to us.

To me.
- That's... that's not me.

That's fake.

- It's an official FBI file.

- It looks legit, Margaret.

- That's fake.

- It's from one
of Emerson's sources.

He pays good money
for this intel.

We have to trust him.

- Josie, you don't...

you know me.

- See, that's the thing.

I really don't.

- God.

You can't... you can't
get some random text...

- Stay down!

- Hey, save it!

I will not let you
ruin everything

that we have worked for.

Now, I meant it when
I said we aren't killers.

Because unlike you,
I don't lie, Margaret.

- But I am gonna call in
an anonymous tip

to your buddies at the FBI
when we're far enough away.

By the time they
come and get you,

it'll be too late to stop us.

- Dave.

What are you doing?

- I know you thought
you and Josie

had some kind of deep bond,
but she told me to finish you.

- That's not true.

That's not true!

Josie wouldn't want that!

She's not a killer.

- She realized what
I already knew.

We had to choose between
the mission and you.

We chose the mission.

- Don't.
Stop.

Dave, stop!
Don't!

Don't do this!
Please.

The FBI knows where we are.

I'm telling you.

I was supposed to check in
20 minutes ago and I didn't.

And I'm telling you they're
already on their way here.

- At least you admitted it.

Pig.

Dave!

Dave, don't!

- Maggie!

Maggie.

- I got you.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Come on.
I got you, I got you.

I got you, I got you.

- Agent Bell?

You doing OK?

Didn't think you would be
back in the office so soon.

- Yeah, my doctor cleared me
from smoke inhalation.

I saw you with Scola.
I didn't catch your name.

- Dani Rhodes.

- You were a QC.

- Mm-hmm, yeah.

- You were pulled too?
- I was.

- Thank God.

- The whole office was
really worried about you.

I've never seen a team so tense.

- Yeah, we don't like to lose.

We'll get 'em.

- Yeah, we will.

- You ever hit your limit?

- Uh, no.

I guess I'm a glutton
for punishment.

I relate.

Isobel wants to see me.
Look, good to meet you.

- Yeah, same.

- Hey.

- Sorry it took us
so long to reach you.

We knew it was
high risk to infiltrate

the Planet Liberation Force.

If I'd have known
there was even a chance

of you being compromised,
I never would have let

you...
- Cam, it's not your fault.

And I'm OK.

So do we got?

- Well, given the trove
of data you provided,

Maggie, this case
is nearly complete.

We matched faces to names
for everyone you've given us.

- OK, so what about Josie?

I couldn't find anything on her.

- That's because she was
lying about her last name.

But with the details
you gave us,

we were to match it back
to Josie DiArmas,

as in the daughter
of Grant DiArmas.

- The oil baron.

He's a billionaire.

- Yeah, many times over.

But it seems like
she's disowned him.

- That makes sense.

She's trying to undo what her
family's done to the planet.

They've made the bomb.

And they're not gonna back off,

so I need to get back out there.

I'll lead the team.

- Absolutely not.

You know the rules, Maggie.

Agents do not go
from covert to overt.

- I understand that.

But I know Josie
and I can talk her down.

I can dismantle the PLF
without any bloodshed.

- Maggie, she left you
in a burning van.

- No, Dave did that.

She's not a violent person.

Look, I know she's supporting
her cause in the wrong way,

but I can help her see that.

- We can't take that risk.

- Then at least let me stay back

at the Mobile Control Center.

You're gonna want me there.

At some point,
you're gonna need me there.

I know them.

- What's their target?

- It was the
Weddington Pipeline.

But now that they
know we're on to them,

they're gonna change it.

- We've already started
mapping out possible targets.

- My best guess, compressor
station outside the city.

- Operated by Valerin Petroleum.

- Yes.

- Well, if it's damaged,
it'll shut off the oil supply

to the entire state of New York.

- Exactly.

- Take the team and go, now.

- You hold the post.

You two take the roof.

- Copy that.

- I know it's against
your instincts,

but Isobel was clear.

- I know.

I'll stay back
at the Command Center.

And let me know
if you get eyes on Josie.

- It should be you out there,
Agent Bell,

finishing what you started.

- Thanks.

- FBI!
Put them on the ground!

- Drop your weapons!

- I got Josie.

- I'm moving in.

- Maggie!

- Scola's already in pursuit.

- Maggie!

Let me try.

Josie, it's me,
Special Agent Maggie Bell.

Look, I didn't want it
to go down like this.

It was too late before I found
out that you were Mr. Emerson.

I know that you're
Josie DiArmas,

and you've bankrolled
this entire operation

with your dad's money.

Please, come out
with your hands up.

- I had to be careful, you know?

I didn't trust everyone yet.

But of all the people
to stab me in the back,

I didn't think it'd be you.

- I didn't want that.

Please, you need
to put down the gun.

Otherwise, you know
what I have to do.

- Yeah, so why haven't you?

- Because I think you're good.

And you wanna change
things for the better.

- Yeah, the only way to do that
is to tear everything down!

- No, it's not.

Look.

Where's Dave and Iris?

- They were supposed
to meet us here.

- There's no one else here.

They're not coming.

They used you as a diversion.

- No.

- Yes, because they know
that you're not a killer.

But they are.

As far as they know, they just
burned me alive in that van.

- What?

- Josie, the message
that you wanna send

and your operation you
had going, it's over.

It's done.

They're in control now.

Please, put down your gun.

Where are they going?
Where are they headed?

You've got to tell me.

- It would have to be the
breakout tanks in Greenpoint.

It's the last compound that
hasn't been retrofitted.

I ruled it out as a target
because attacking it...

it would kill
thousands of people.

- Let's go.
We gotta go now.

- Come on.

- All right, so breaking news
from the field.

We've rounded up half
of PLF's foot soldiers,

but a few key members
are still out there

and plan on wreaking havoc.

We believe the group is now led
by Dave Brewer and Iris Nelson.

They wanna make a spectacle
by blowing up a compound

of breakout tanks
full of petroleum.

Ian, can you tell us
about the location?

- Greenpoint Compound
is the largest in the state

and active 24 hours a day.

It is a older compound,
which is bad news for us.

It predates the regulations
requiring them to be placed

farther away
from civilian populations.

Now, it's hard to predict

without knowing
the blast radius,

but with all that flammable
petroleum in one place,

conservative estimate puts
casualties over a thousand.

- Elise, get with NYPD.

Form an evacuation route.

- They've been alerted,

but it could take up
to 90 minutes to clear.

- We don't have
that kind of time.

If Josie's intel is correct,
PLF is already there.

- We notified station manager.

Greenpoint evacuation protocol
is in place.

The employees are
being cleared out,

but we don't have time
to wait for that.

- Bravo Team, you take west.

Alpha Team with me, east.

Let's move.

- Are you sure you trust Josie?
She could be diverting us.

- I don't think
she would lie to me.

- Maybe not Margaret,
but what about Agent Bell?

- My gut says it's here.

- OK.
Then it's here.

- Let's split up.
- Two with me.

- Hey.
Get off-site.

Hey, guys, you need
to evacuate now.

Get off-site.

I've got eyes on Iris,
northeast corner.

Iris!

- You're good.
- You good?

- I got him.

- Let's go.

You gotta get off-site now.

- Scola.
- What?

- Think I got something here.

- Oh, man, OK.

Ready?

- Yeah.
- One, two, three.

- Oh.
- OK.

It's definitely rigged
for remote detonation.

- Who has the detonator?

- I got eyes on Dave.

He has the detonator.

FBI! Stop!

Dave!

- You won't be able
to jam the detonation signal

without a Faraday cage.

You're going to have
to disarm it manually.

Were you able to
confirm the device is

initiated with blasting caps?

- Yes, Ian,
it has blasting caps,

but I can't remove them
from the main charge.

- Well, then your best bet
is to counteract

the bomb's
explosive capabilities

with sodium hydroxide
or sodium sulfide.

- Sodium what? I... we...
we don't have those.

We gotta get out of here.

All agents move out.

We gotta move, now!

- Our climate's in crisis.

The world is burning.

We're trying to save it
and you're trying to stop us?

- I tried to tell you, Iris.
There are no shortcuts, OK?

You can't blow things up
to try to change minds.

Now turn around.

Now.

- You'll never stop us.

You think shutting down
one branch of a movement's

gonna change anything?

- I'm not going back to prison.

Ms. Castille?

You wanted to see me?

- Yeah, come in.

Thank you for helping
with the polygraphs.

I spoke with
the Undercover Office.

They apologized
for any flippant remarks

that may have been made
during your interviews.

- Mm, yeah, well, with
everything else that happened,

I didn't even notice.

You guys stay busy
in the New York Field Office.

- Mm, not as busy as you.

You closed 21 cases
in the past two years.

Most people would look
for something quieter

after taking three bullets
to the gut.

But not you.

You doubled down,

decided to spend your time
pretending to be a gang member,

working alone for months in
some pretty lethal situations.

- When I'm undercover, it's
only myself I need to rely on.

But when I'm out in the field,
I learn the hard way.

You're only as strong as the
weakest link on your team.

But you know,
today was different.

I kept looking, but you guys
don't have a weak link.

- Well, we could
always be stronger.

If you'd like to stick around,

you would still go undercover
as needed,

but you would have a home here
with us if you want.

- If you'll take a chance on me,

I'll take a chance on you.

- Hey.

Had your debrief yet?

- Uh, headed there now.

- I'll walk you.

- OK.

- I do have to say,
if you are considering

a career as an eco-terrorist,
you can pull off the look.

Watch it.

- Are you back for good, or
are you gonna disappear again?

- No, I'm back.

- You sure?

- What does that mean?

- Well, when you go undercover,

you're either looking
for something

or hiding from something.

Just wanna make sure you're OK.