All language subtitles for FBI.S08E07.1080p.10bit.WEBRip.6CH.x265.HEVC-PSA

- [sighs]

Ugh.

[grunts]

Slow down, Jared!

How many times
I gotta warn you?

- Sorry, Mr. Wynn.
I forgot my history book.

- [sighs]

[grunts]

[tense music]

What are you--

hey, buddy, I'm talking to you!

♪ ♪

[sighs]
Damn it.

You try and live together
in peace and harmony.

[sighs]

[grunts]

[sniffing]

Gas leak?

Oh, here we are.

[gas hissing]

♪ ♪

- Miller's a great choice.
I'm glad you agreed.

The director is ready to
lock in a chain of command.

How's Jubal taking the news?

- I have not notified
the other candidates.

- Is this gonna be an issue?
- No.

I will tell everyone
this afternoon.

- Rip the Band-Aid.
He's a big boy.

Valentine.
- Uh, yeah.

[clears throat]
Yes, sir?

- As you know, SAC Castille
is taking the ADIC job.

- Yes, of course.
As--as she fully deserves.

- Let's cut to the chase.

You put your hat
in the ring to replace her,

but we're going
with someone else.

You understand, of course.

- Uh, yeah. Sure, I do.

- Good man.

Now, you'll let him know
who he'll be reporting to?

- By the end of the day.

[phone buzzes]

- Uh, if there isn't
anything else,

I have a situation.
- See, ASAC Valentine?

You're exactly where
you need to be.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Fire marshal?
- Yes, ma'am.

- Special Agent Bell.
This is Special Agent Zidan.

- Your colleagues are here
talking to witnesses.

Heard you're taking
it over from us?

- Yeah, the structure
is part of an urban housing

and development program that

Congresswoman Wright
took some interest in.

It's her district,
so she gave us a call.

- Works for me.

So, you know,
looking like arson.

Three structures damaged.

25 units responded, but--

- How many dead?

- We found seven, so far.

- This is my worst nightmare.
- Right?

There's no way out.

- Oh, my God,
are they all dead?

- I'm sorry, ma'am.
This is an active crime scene.

You gotta back up.
- Please, Lord.

Please, please, please.

- Ma'am, do you live here?
- I do.

Oh, God, what happened?

- Well, we're still trying
to figure that out.

Do you live alone, or--
- Yes, yes. It's just me.

Do you know who died?

- Well, we're not releasing
that information just yet.

What's your name?
- Lorraine Green.

Can you just--
can you just tell me?

1G, my friend Karla
and her kids.

Did they make it out?

- Lorraine, I'm so sorry.

Uh, nobody in 1G made it out.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

[sighs]

- The blast originated
here in the laundry room.

Subsequent fireballs
took out the floor above.

Flames spread too fast
to save the building.

- And we are sure
this was arson?

- I found a gas line down here
that had been tampered with.

I'm sure.

- Do you think this gas line
was the accelerant?

- Afraid so.

Didn't even give these poor
folks a chance to get out.

- What was the ignition source?

- We haven't found it yet,
but it wouldn't have

taken much with all that gas.

- We'll take a look.

Thanks, Marshal.

Oh, man.

You think that
was our arsonist?

- Not likely.

Probably just wrong place,
wrong time.

So what are you thinking?

Uh, remote trigger, cell phone?

- This whole room would have
had to fill with gas,

so we're probably looking
for time delay device.

I don't know,
anything out of the ordinary.

- Hang on.

♪ ♪

This does not look like
it belongs down here.

- What's that?

- I don't know,
but I do see a serial number.

- Folks!

So we have a firebombing
of an apartment building

in Ocean Hills.

Per the fire department,
these are the seven New Yorkers

who died this morning--

an older retiree,

a young couple
that moved in two days ago,

a single mother and her
two children, ages 7 and 11,

and a teenage girl whose
parents were out of town.

You want to play
that video for 'em?

- Your girl just got the
new Eleanor Mitchell novel!

Ooh, I'm already on chapter
two, and y'all, the prose--

like, so beautiful it hurts.

And I promise you, one day
you're gonna see my name

on the cover of a novel.

- Her name was
Cierra Gibson,

and she was one of
the seven innocent people

caught unawares.
Today we work for them.

- Jubal, it was eight.

- What--what's that?

- There were eight victims
according to the ME's prelim.

Our 15-year-old vic
Cierra Gibson was pregnant.

- Oh, right.

Well, all the more reason
to dig in

and find the son of a bitch
that lit the match.

How are we doing with ID'ing
the device found on scene?

Kelly, my back's turned,
but I'm talking to you.

- Yeah, I'm just pulling
the serial number.

We will work on
tracking that down.

- All right, we need to scour
surveillance from every camera

within spitting distance
of our building

30 minutes before
the explosion, right?

- Okay, closest camera's
three blocks down,

facing the opposite direction.
- Well, keep digging.

In the meantime,
let's talk about motive.

Maybe we can
backdoor a suspect.

- That area of Ocean Hill is
a hotbed of gang activity.

I'll start digging in.
Could be a connection.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, good.
And what about insurance fraud?

That's evergreen.

What's our building's
owner been up to?

- Just checked his finances--
stable.

His insurance payout is far
less than the building's worth.

Plus, he's cooperating.

- Okay, we'll put
a pin in him for now.

But you know what?

You snatch a theory
out of my hand,

I expect you
to hand me another.

- Hey, we got
a hit on the device.

- Getting better.

- It's part of a heating coil

for a pilot
beer-brewing system.

Uh, sold to
a Rockaway Brewing, Queens.

- All right,
get Scola and Eva down there

to question the owner.

What's a piece of
brewing equipment

doing in a laundry room?

- Yeah, the heating coil
is definitely one of ours.

We own a couple dozen.

You're saying it was used
in some kind of attack?

- Arson.

Uh, set off an explosion
this morning in Ocean Hill.

- Oh, my God.

- Which of your employees
have access to this equipment?

- All of them.

But I mean,
I don't think that--

oh.

- What?
- [sighs]

I--look, I don't want to make
any false accusations, okay?

- Eight people are dead,
Mr. Croft.

- I--I tried to do
a good thing.

I hired this guy
as a temp cellar operator.

He'd just been released
from prison.

Bit of an odd duck.

But, you know, people deserve
a second chance.

Name is Harry Jenkins.

- He come to work this morning?

- Clocked in late.

He's in the back.

- Wait here.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Hey.

- Uh, if you're looking
for the restroom,

it's back through
that hallway there.

- You Harry Jenkins?

- Who's asking?
- The FBI.

We've got a couple questions.

- Oh, yeah.
Cool. I, uh--

[cans clattering]

♪

- Stay on him!

[boxes clattering]

[crates clatter]

- Up we go.

Dumb move, Harry.

- Mr. Jenkins, I have
some bad news for you.

The brewery owner has sent
over some CCTV footage.

We have you on video
stealing a heating coil.

Would you care to explain?

- I have an engineer's mind.
I like to see how things work.

- Ah, that is right.

That's what sent you
to Ridgebury in 2016--

setting fire
with criminal intent

to your mother's house.

- She--she wasn't
supposed to be there.

- She got lucky.
She survived.

You rigged
a microwave that time?

- Yeah, well,
that one was easy.

I could show you how.

- Why don't you show me how
the heating coils worked?

Today's business.

It looked like some sort of
time-delayed incendiary device.

- The spirals in nature
work the same way.

Uh, most efficient
of all shapes

for sending energy out
or taking it in.

- Okay, Harry.

Fire marshal has pulled
a partial print

off of a charred side door
he believes that the perp--

that would be you--
used to exit.

My lab techs have told me
that PCR amplification

has made boosting trace DNA

from highly
deteriorated samples

much more viable.
- Fascinating.

- Why'd you do this, Harry?

- Don't you see?

The dogs of war demanded it.

[ominous music]

- Okay.

♪ ♪

That guy is a strange one.

- Yeah, no doubt about that.

I don't think it was
Harry Jenkins' idea.

- What makes you say that?
- It was an escalation.

He's been setting fires
since he was 12 years old,

but this was
the first time he killed.

What did he say, "dogs of war?"
- Mm-hmm.

- I bet they put him up to it.

- Okay, let's go look into
known associates.

- All right, folks,
the good news is,

forensics confirmed
that Harry Jenkins

was behind the attack
this morning.

The not-as-good news is,
our agents suspect

he did not act alone,
so let's see if there's

any meat on that bone.
What do we know about him?

- Harry Jenkins, 37.

Born and raised
in Shamokin, PA.

Recently paroled
from FCI Ridgebury

after a five-year sentence
for arson.

Uh, patchy work history,
no long-term jobs.

- Known associates?
- None.

He's giving off loner vibes.

- Hey, Jubal.
- Yeah?

- You need to see this.
- Okay.

- Uh, forensics recovered text
from Jenkins' phone.

This is from 9:55 a.m.
yesterday.

"Need a job done.
1317 South Norton."

- That's the address
to the building

that was attacked this morning.
So he was told to do it.

Can we ID the person
who texted him?

- Uh, number's unregistered,
likely a burner.

It's also currently off.
- Give me a sec.

I can try to pinpoint
the location of the phone

when the text message was sent.
- Okay.

- Huh, interesting.
- Why is that?

- Well, it pinged
to a cell tower right outside

FCI Ridgebury where Jenkins
was incarcerated.

- You're telling me the order
to attack that building

came from inside
a federal prison?

♪ ♪

- Question of the day is,
why would somebody

at Ridgebury Prison
order the firebombing

of an apartment building
in Ocean Hill?

Now, our firebug,
Harry Jenkins,

has lawyered up.
He is not talking.

So if we want answers fast,
it is on us.

We should be looking for
a connection to Jenkins,

not just within
the prisoner population,

but also guards, staffers.

- My money's on an inmate.
- Okay. Why is that?

- Motive.

That building was in
Latin Kings territory.

The Kings are
a violent prison gang

with criminal operations
inside and on the streets--

drugs, armed robbery,
racketeering.

Could be the Kings
locked in a new way

to make money--
extorting residents

in their territory
for protection.

- Right, so torching a building
in their own backyard says--

- This is what happens
when you don't pay up.

- Even when the residents
aren't gang-affiliated?

- Doesn't matter to Kaos.

- So true. Wait, Kaos?

- Maximus Piñeiro AKA Kaos.

He's the Latin King
shot-caller at Ridgebury,

serving four consecutive
life sentences for murder.

Man pumped 60 rounds into
a rival's car at a stoplight,

with his wife and kids inside.

- All right, let's get Eva
and Scola down to Ridgebury

to question this guy.

Find that phone
that sent the text.

Let's shut this down, now.

- Yes, ma'am.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Special Agents
Scola and Ramos?

- Yeah.
- Warden Cristina Santos.

We spoke on the phone.

- Yeah, thanks for
arranging this, warden.

- Always happy
to help out the FBI.

You picked an interesting time
to visit Ridgebury.

The Latin Kings are
on the verge of war

with another gang in here,
United Blood Nation.

- Prison politics.

- Is that gonna be
an issue for us?

- Long as it
doesn't pop off, no.

You're here to
interview Kaos, right?

Shot-caller
for the Latin Kings?

- Yeah, we can do it
somewhere quiet

so the prison whisper mill
doesn't start up.

- Wouldn't that be nice?
- What do you mean?

What's the problem?

- Getting him out of his cell.

- Last chance
to make this easy.

Back up to the cell door.

Put your hands
through the food slot.

- Hell no.

You want some?

Come get it.

♪ ♪

[grunting]

- Hey, we need help back here!

- [grunting]

[grunts, yells]

- How's your head?

Still ringing?
- How's yours?

- Oh, cut to the chase,
Piñeiro.

You've already wasted
too much of our time.

- Yo, tell the lady cop
I go by Kaos, huh?

- Lady cop's FBI. We both are.

You're looking at eight
federal counts of murder

as an aggravated circumstance.
- Yeah? For what?

- For ordering Harry Jenkins,
who did time here at Ridgebury,

to firebomb
an apartment building

in Ocean Hill this morning.

Eight people died,
and you're on the hook for it.

That's the needle.
- Nah, that's a setup.

- You ordered a similar hit

four years ago
in rival territory.

That one a setup too?

You made the call from a burner

that was smuggled
into this prison.

- Whatever happened out there
today wasn't me.

- Prove it.

Where's your burner?

- Look, you're out of moves
here, all right?

You can play ball,
or the next call

that you make might be
from death row.

- I'll get you my phone
so you see it wasn't me.

But nothing in life is free.

In exchange, I want you
to tell me who's stepping

to me in my own territory.

- So what, you could put
a target on their back?

You think we'd help you
with that?

Absolutely not.

Best offer, we put in
a word to the warden

and you might get
some more privileges.

You choose.

- Ah.
[breathes deeply]

You shouldn't
have brought her in here.

She is too pretty.

[laughs]

[clapping]

[screams]

- Oh, I saw Jubal in Isobel's
office with Ropac earlier.

You think he got
the nod for SAC?

- He didn't get the promotion.
- What?

- All right, anything?
- Not yet.

- Okay.

- [sighs]

Boss, I just, um--
[clears throat]

Just heard about the, uh--
sorry.

- Oh, yeah. Well, thanks.

But, uh--
but don't worry about it.

I like my gig.

What, come through?
- Yeah.

So Kaos made a lot of calls
and sent a lot of colorful

text messages, but
his cell number doesn't match

the one we're looking for.

No way that text
came from his phone.

- Oh, okay.
So Kaos is telling the truth.

He did not order the attack.

- Well, we're looking
for a different phone

inside that prison.

- Yeah, we're gonna have to
toss the place to find it.

Route Maggie and OA
over there to help.

They're gonna need to go
through every cell block.

♪ ♪

- There's a lot of
contraband here, warden.

- A lot of criminals too.
Prison.

There's a black market
for everything.

- All right.
Six phones total.

Warden, can I see
your phone, please?

♪ ♪

[phone buzzing]

- Who's in cell 44?

- That'd be Russell
"Two-Slice" Jackson.

♪ ♪

Two-Slice is shot-caller
for United Blood Nation

inside Ridgebury.

- He's Kaos's
number one rival in here?

- None other.
Killed an inmate years ago.

Story for another time, but
it was a closed-casket funeral.

- He's ballsy enough
to call a shot

in a rival gang's territory?

- He's got a lot
of power in here.

- Must have a lot
of power out there too.

- Open the gate.

- All inmates on the ground!

- All inmates in the yard,
get down on the ground.

- You heard me. Get down!
You know the drill.

♪ ♪

- Two-Slice Jackson, sound off!

- [grunts]

- Two-Slice!

Two-Slice Jackson!

- I got one not complying.

- That's him.

You too good
to get on the ground?

♪ ♪

Russell Jackson.

- Rise and shine, Russell.

Hello, time to get up.

Hey.

We're gonna need
prison medical.

- No, it's too late.

He's dead.

♪ ♪

- Great, so our prime suspect,

Russell Jackson, was
just murdered in the yard.

- You think it was
the Kings' retaliation

for the firebombing
this morning?

- I don't know.

The Kings and United Blood
Nation hate each other.

It's why the warden
keeps them separated.

The Kings wouldn't have
a chance to kill Two-Slice.

- Okay, so if it wasn't a King,
then who was it?

- Hold on.

We know that there was
an order sent through text

message on Russell's phone.
- Yes.

- We don't know if he was
the one who sent it.

- Let's find out.
[knocks]

- FBI.
- Hi.

We are here for
Russell Jackson's file,

but we would also like to know
where he was yesterday morning,

9:55 a.m.

He was in mandatory counseling.

- So it couldn't have been him.

- Okay, but the warden did say
that the inmates' cells

stay unlocked during
day room hours, right?

So whoever did this
waited until they knew

Russell wouldn't be there,
snuck in, sent the text.

- There's hundreds of inmates
on the cell block.

- So you get homicides
here often?

- Suicides are more common,

but that's not to say
stabbings don't happen.

As for Mr. Jackson,
uh, it looks like

it was quick and thorough.

Multiple stab wounds
punctured the torso.

- Prison shivs are nasty work.

- The most effective ones are
shaved out of in-house items--

a toothbrush, coffee lid,
or in this case, uh...

- The shiv was left
in his body.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Sewing needles.

How do inmates get access
to sharp objects?

- Stolen from the tailor shop,
most likely.

Only low-risk prisoners
are supposed to work there.

- Someone made
a high-risk move today.

- Yeah, they did.

We need to find out everyone
who had access to that shop.

- Lock it down.

I want all inmates
back in their cells.

- Hey, we need
a minute with you.

- You're the least of
my problems right now, agents.

Find me when I got this
under control.

- Uh, hold on a second.

It's in your favor
to work with us.

The order to take out
that apartment building

that killed eight people
came from inside this prison.

Who do you think
that's gonna blow back on?

- Fine, but make it quick.

- We're zeroing in
on an inmate that works

at the prison tailor shop.

Anyone on that detail
that might ring a bell?

- Most of those guys wouldn't
have any interest

in stepping to a guy
like Two-Slice.

He was respected.

He used his power in the yard
to keep the peace.

Now that he's gone,
could get ugly.

Unless...

- Unless what?

- Yeah.

Cole Watkins, low-level guy
in Two-Slice's crew.

- He worked in the tailor shop?

He would have access
to the murder weapon.

- Two days ago,
we had to pull them apart.

I didn't think anything
of it at the time.

- Okay, we need everything
you have on Watkins.

- Okay.
- We should call the JOC.

Let's get Eva and Scola
on that call too.

- All right, folks, eyes up.

We have a new name to pin
to the board, Cole Watkins.

What do we know about him?

- 47, formerly of Ozone Park.

He's currently
finishing a 15-year bid

for drug possession.
History of burglary.

Uh, grand theft auto.

- Okay, so a real Boy Scout.
All right.

Guys, so we think this Watkins
is good for

Russell Jackson's murder, yeah?

- Prison forensics was able to
put together a partial print

from the murder weapon
and the burner phone

that we found
in Jackson's cell.

- We sent the scans
over to CJIS.

- Okay, well,
while we wait on that,

let's puzzle this out.

Why would Watkins
take out the guy

he reports to in his gang?

- I know, it's a risk.

But if it was him, he must
have had a damn good reason.

- Does this Watkins guy connect
to any of the residents

in the building that went up?

- Damn good question.
What do we know?

- Uh, yeah, we are
cross-referencing residents

now against Cole Watkins.

- I'm in Bureau of Prisons
visitation records.

I may have something.
Cole Watkins' recent visitors.

Not many, but this woman
Lorraine Green

came by three days ago.

- Lorraine Green.
We know that name.

Wait, Scola and I
questioned her after the fire

in Brooklyn this morning.
She's a tenant.

She said that she was
at work at the time.

- So, Lorraine Green.
What do we know?

- I've got video
of her visiting

Cole Watkins at Ridgebury.

- Who is she to Watkins?

- Unclear, but she testified
against him

ten years ago
at a parole hearing.

No love lost there.
- Whoa.

Uh, Lorraine Green's son
is DeMarcus Green.

- Uh, should I know that name,
DeMarcus Green?

- Uh, DeMarcus Green,
he's like a college-age LeBron,

but with more range.
Here, uh...

[suspenseful music]

- Okay, I'm gonna
throw this out there,

hope I don't brick it,
but who is the father

on DeMarcus's
birth certificate?

- Get this, Cole Watkins.
- It is. Okay.

So Lorraine visits
her son's father.

Two days later, her apartment
building is firebombed.

So what is this,
a family drama gone way wrong?

- Could be about money.

DeMarcus is
a freshman at Rutgers,

but he just signed an NIL deal
worth $6 million.

- Uh, for the uninitiated?

- Uh, the NCAA
gave student athletes

financial control of their
name, image, and likeness.

Looks like Lorraine helped
negotiate a deal with Nike.

- So their son stood to gain
a significant amount of money.

Maybe Lorraine was
standing in Watkins' way.

- Right,
Watkins eliminates her,

door is wide open for him
to benefit

from his son's
soon-to-be-had riches.

Except he failed.

- That sounds
like motive to me.

Let's take a run at him.
- Okay, get Scola and Eva back.

Fill them in, yeah?

- Man, I'm gonna miss
this place.

- What's that,
the, uh--the adrenaline?

- Yeah.

- It's gonna miss you
right back.

- I ain't sick.

Yo, where are you taking me?

I just told you
I ain't sick, for real.

Who the hell are y'all?

[door slams]

Ain't no doctor, so what then?

Feds?

- I'm Special Agent Ramos,

and this is
Special Agent Scola.

Have a seat.

You know, I'm, uh--

I'm sorry to inform you,
but your friend

Russell Jackson, formerly known
as Two-Slice, is dead.

- Yeah, he caught it
in the gut, they say.

Ain't no cameras on that side
of the yard, though, right?

At least that's how I heard it.

- You two were tight?

- Nah, not even.

- That's not what we heard
from the warden.

She said you were close
until a few days ago.

Some kind of disagreement.

- Yes, seems like we're
not friends, right?

- Stop.

There's more.

And then yesterday,
at 9:55 a.m., you snuck...

[distant bang]

Into Jackson's cell while he
was with the Ridgebury shrink.

You sent a text
to a former inmate

that you know on the outside,
Harry Jenkins.

Does that name ring a bell? No?

Okay, well,
he's in our custody now,

after he firebombed a building
that you told him to take down.

- You ordered it, right?

Now eight people
are dead, Watkins.

Two of them were children.

One of them was
a pregnant teenager, okay?

So that's on you.
- Y'all done?

Because I really think y'all
should take me back to my cell.

- Cole, I got your prints
on the shiv

that you left inside
of your friend.

- Here's how
we think it went down.

You asked Jackson to set up
this attack,

and he said no.
You argued.

You went around him,
and you used his phone anyway.

Jackson found out
that it was you

who took this building down
in rival gang territory

without his permission
while he was trying

to keep the peace that you had
to get rid of him, right?

Before he could hang you
out to dry.

- Y'all think y'all so smart,
but y'all dumb as hell.

Y'all don't got any idea
how things go down in here.

Y'all are tourists.

Y'all wouldn't last
one day in here.

Now, if y'all as smart
as y'all think you are,

y'all will take me
back to my cell.

'Cause it's about
to pop off in here,

and I'm pretty sure y'all don't
want to be in here when it do.

- Tell us about Lorraine.

[tense music]

- Did you think
we wouldn't figure that out?

- What are you talking about?

- Why'd you want her dead?

- I love Lorraine.
I would have never hurt her.

And I'm telling y'all,
put me back inside.

- Come on, Watkins.

You are set to be released
in four months,

and your son was finally gonna
be able to take care of you

and only you.
That's what you wanted, right?

- So you tried to take out
your ex, but you missed.

You killed a bunch
of innocent people

and now you're gonna spend...
- Enough of this.

- The rest of your life
in here.

- I want a lawyer.

[alarm blaring]

[indistinct announcement
playing over PA]

See? Told y'all.

♪ ♪

- Uh, Jubal.
- Yeah?

- Tactical alert
from Ridgebury.

They're locking down.
- Tactical alert?

Are we up on
the prison security system?

I want eyes inside.

- Uh, we requested access
from Bureau of Prisons.

It should be in now.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

Whoa.
- There's a brawl breaking out.

- Get--get the warden
on the phone.

What--what's protocol here?
- Containment.

Once it settles down,
the prison negotiates

with the shot-callers.

These things tend
to burn out quick.

- Yeah, and what if the
prisoners break containment?

- That's never happened
at Ridgebury.

- Let's hear it.

- Open it!

Do it or he dies! Open it!

- The guards aren't supposed
to open the door, no matter--

[door buzzes]
- [grunts]

- [cackling]

- They got a full-blown riot
on their hands.

♪ ♪

- I want Block D secured first,

east to west.
That'll bottleneck them.

- Warden, our agents are
trapped in that infirmary.

- I told you, we'll deal
with your agents

once I put down this riot.

- Not good enough.

- Did we reach the warden?

- Yeah, Maggie
and OA are with her.

They're formulating a plan.

- Oh, my God.

- Inmates have broken
containment in the yard.

They're roaming free
all over Cell Block D.

- All right, focus.
Where are our other agents now?

- Uh, okay.
I got Scola and Eva.

They're pinned down
in the infirmary.

They're with Watkins.

- Where does this hallway
Kaos is in lead?

- Uh, they can get into
the chapel, the library.

- Does it go past
the infirmary?

- Uh, based on these
schematics, yes.

- He's gotta be headed
towards Watkins.

- Eva and Scola are not armed.

- I know.
- Boss, what's our next move?

- We just gotta hope Maggie
and OA get to them in time.

- We're trapped in here.

- There's not a secondary
exit in the infirmary?

- You're looking at it, ma'am.
- Okay, we need a game plan.

- You think
you and your partner

can handle Watkins here?
- What?

- Yeah, it shouldn't be
a problem.

- All right, you can
barricade yourselves inside.

Safest place to be
until we regain control.

We need to lock down
this hallway.

- Wait, wait, wait.

The two of you alone are
going to take on all of them?

- To be clear,
if inmates breach this door,

it gets real ugly, real fast.

Do not,
under any circumstances,

let them inside.

- We're here.

Your agents are here.
Riot's here.

Between us and them,
there's no way out.

There's no way around.
There's just through.

But I've got 700 inmates,
half of which

are in the riot area,
and they don't just want

to break out of prison.

They want to kill each other

based on their
gang affiliation.

I give it ten minutes before
we're at critical mass,

have to pull out
and wait for backup.

- I'm not waiting that long.
- Hang on.

What's this hatch?

- Maintenance access
to the roof.

- Can we use it to drop down
somewhere near the infirmary?

- It's too dangerous.

I--I'm not breaking protocol.

- I don't care.

We are getting our agents out.

[tense music]

- If they get through
this door--

- I know, I know,
we're sitting ducks.

All right, look,
just look for anything

we can use as a weapon.

There's got to be
something around here.

Scalpels, anything.

- All the sharp stuff,
they bring in for surgeries,

and then they wheel it
right back out.

Ain't nothing like
that laying around.

[distant shouting, clamoring]

- The riot's coming.
They're here.

- Hey.

- [laughs]
Watkins!

[laughs]

Open the door!

- All right, y'all--
y'all can't be serious.

Y'all gotta give me
a fighting chance at least.

- Open it!

- Get back!
- Let me in!

- Come on!
- All right, here. Unlock him.

We're in charge, you hear me?
- Whatever.

I ain't got no beef with y'all.
- Back!

- Come on, come on!

[glass shattering]

Go, go! Hey!

- He said get back!
- Get back!

[grunting]

- Scola!

- [grunts]
Hey!

- Oh, Watkins, I see you.

- Hey, don't do this.

- Oh, yeah?

Wouldn't want to add more time
to my four life sentences?

Take these fools!

[all grunting]

♪ ♪

- [laughs]

- Get the hell off me!

- Hey!

No one touches her but me.

- [panting]

- [laughs]

- All right, we don't
have a lot of time.

♪ ♪

- [panting, groaning]

- Nowhere to run now.

- It ain't got nothing
to do with you, Kaos.

- No, no, no, no, no.
You killed people on my block.

Now you gotta answer for that.

Get him up.
- [grunting, panting]

Listen. Listen, listen, listen.

Kaos, I'm about to come
into some serious cash.

- Oh, you begging now?

- Look, I could cut you in.

I'm talking some serious cash.

- You think I want your money?
- No, please. Just listen, man.

It'll be good for you
and me, man.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

[grunting]

- Yeah?
- [grunts]

I wasn't stepping on you
or your crew, man.

I was just trying
to save my son.

- Save his son?

How far along
was Cierra Gibson?

- Three months. Why?

- The timeline matches
Rutgers' summer break.

DeMarcus was most likely home.

- Right, okay. Yeah, okay.

We should be looking
for medical records

tied to Cierra Gibson's
pregnancy.

Co-pays,
parking garage tickets,

anything you can find.
- Okay, we're--

we're in her cloud account.
- Okay.

- Huh, okay, she canceled
an appointment

at Planned Parenthood
a week ago.

- Mm-hmm.

- Name on the credit card
that booked the account--

DeMarcus Green.
- Okay.

Okay, so DeMarcus Green
got Cierra Gibson pregnant.

- She's 15. Underage.

- If word got out, he'd lose
his endorsements, his career.

- Cierra Gibson was the target
of this attack all along.

♪ ♪

- Hurry.

[inmates grunting]

- All right, how much further
to the infirmary?

- Left down the hallway.

[door rattling]

- [grunting, coughing]

[choking, gurgling]

- [coughing, grunting]

Whatever, man. Finish it.

- No, no, no, no,
I'm not through with you.

See, that's just a preview.

You're the main attraction.

And I'm gonna enjoy it.

- [grunting]

- Stop. Stop!

Hey!

Hey, jackass.

- Shut it.

- Need your backup to fight
your own battles for you?

Why don't you fight
like a real man, hmm?

Yeah, get your last couple
sucker punches in

before you rot in maxi.

- Should've kept
your mouth shut.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

- Let me show you something,
eh?

Let me show you a man.

Come here, come here!
- No!

- Let me show you a real man.
- No.

- [screams]

The Fed is mine!
- [grunts]

- [grunts]

- Keep an eye on him.

[flesh squelches]

So pretty boy
want to play hero.

Gave it a good shot, Fed,

but that don't add up
to nothing in here.

[both grunting]

- Get on the ground.
- They don't care.

Let's go.

[all grunting]

[all grunting]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[muffled grunting]

- Hey.

- Stop resisting, Kaos.
- You gonna make me, eh?

[laughs]
- [gasps]

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

[panting]

- We need a medic
in here right away.

- [panting]

- Eva. Hey. Hey. You okay?

- If you wanted to get
punched in the face,

you should have just told me.

- [chuckles] That's, uh--
that's not even funny.

- Scola, seriously, thank you.

- Thank you.

- I did nothing wrong.

You have no right
to hold me here.

- Actually, Ms. Green, we do.

Have a seat.
It's regarding your son.

- So, uh, DeMarcus got
a neighbor girl pregnant

while he was home
for summer break.

Cierra Gibson.

She was in that building
when it burned this morning.

- It was you.

You and your ex, Cole Watkins.

Your plan.

- What? No.

I don't know where y'all are
getting such terrible ideas.

- Oh, Mr. Watkins survived
an attack today in prison.

He told us everything.

- My boy worked so hard
to get where he is,

to make himself
one of the best,

and I protected him
at every turn.

So when DeMarcus came to me
about what he did,

I took care of it,

like I've done for my son
his whole life.

And I'd do it again.

- Medical examiner's
final autopsy

came through on Cierra Gibson.

There was no smoke in her lungs
at the time of death.

- She was dead before
the fire ever started.

DeMarcus killed that girl,

and you and your ex,
Cole Watkins,

conspired to cover it up.

The crime was bad enough,
but it's the cover-up--

that's what always
spins out of control.

[soft dramatic music]

- [breathes deeply]

You can go ahead
and lock me up,

but you can't prove
my baby was involved.

You can't prove nothing.

- [sighs]

- Not yet, but we will.

♪ ♪

- Lorraine Green,
you're under arrest.

♪ ♪

- We're gonna get this kid.
- Yeah.

Not today, but I'll bring it up
to your replacement SAC.

You know, I gotta say,
I'm thrilled for you.

No one deserves it
more than you.

But, uh, if I'm being honest,
I don't--

I don't know how we're
gonna do it without you.

- Well,
you're not gonna have to.

- Well--

- I decided to turn down
the ADIC position.

- What?

- Listen, Ropac was right
about you.

You are exactly where
you need to be, and so am I.

But I don't know,

the way he talked
to you today--

he might have been
a good agent back in the day,

but I don't want
to end up like him.

I don't need the pay bump.

I don't need the fancy title.

What I need is this place,
this team, you know?

Breaking cases,
making things right, with you.

♪ ♪

- So they can take their job
and shove it?

- Yeah, something like that.

- [chuckles]

Okay.
[chuckles]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]