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Get it while it's hot, mi amor.

Eggs are runny, just like you like 'em.

Grab me a beer.

I think we're out.

You think? Why don't you go check?

It's not even 9:00, Dennis.

So you got an opinion about everything now?

Whatever.

What did you just say to me?

You promised you wouldn't throw crap anymore.

Well, you make me act like this, Vicky,

- because of your disrespect! - Get off of me!

Do not tell me what to do.

Get over here!

Help me!

Bitch.

Open this damn door, Vicky!

Open this door or I swear to God,

I'll break it down!

Leave me the hell alone, Dennis!

- Mami? - Evie?

What is it? Mami, estás bien?

I'm OK. I need to leave Dennis.

For good.

Why? Did he hurt you?

Is Dennis there?

Because I swear that I will call the cops right now.

Don't!

He... he left.

I'm safe.

I'm just... just ready.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna take the ferry.

OK? Mami, this is the right decision.

I'll be there soon.

Gracias, mi vida.

You are gonna regret that!

Mami?

Ma...

Mami, are you OK?

I'm fine, mija.

I was just taking out the trash.

I didn't hear you knock.

What's this?

Where is he?

- Where's Dennis? - Oh, no, he's... he's at work.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

OK, that's good.

That means that we're going to be gone before he comes back.

- Where's your bag? - Eva.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

- No, no, no, no, no. - I... I overreacted.

- Don't do this again. - He apologized.

- He feels so bad. - Mami.

Mami, he hit you.

We're gonna... we're gonna call the cops right now,

and we're filing an assault charge.

Don't!

I'm not filing out nothing, OK?

He didn't hit me. I fell.

Four years of this?

Mami, you've changed your mind a dozen times.

I'm sorry you came out all the way down here.

I didn't mean to waste your precious time!

I can't do this anymore.

I won't.

So I'm gonna ask you one last time.

Are you gonna come with me or not?

- Hey. - Is she OK?

No, but my hands are tied.

I can't... she won't let me help her.

That's tough, Eva. I'm sorry.

Well, look, I think you should probably

- still take the day, yeah? - No, I need to feel useful.

I'm coming in.

But there are delays on the ferry.

It's construction or something,

so it might be a minute.

- OK. - All right, well, listen.

Don't stress, OK?

This one isn't exactly looking like a red ball.

We'll see you when we see you.

OK.

Three of ya?

This feels like calling in the whole army

'cause someone ripped the tag off a mattress.

We're just a manufacturing storehouse.

Vectrix RF services government contracts,

so the theft is under our jurisdiction.

What exactly was stolen?

One box of radio frequency microchips.

RF chips, we call them.

Around 3:00 a.m., my guys loaded up this van

to deliver to clients across the region.

Apparently, the driver went to take a leak

before hitting the road and found the van like this.

Pried open.

Not exactly a sophisticated operation.

Probably a one-man job. Any cameras out here?

There's a couple aimed at the loading dock,

but nothing that catches the lot.

Driver called it in. I triple checked the stock.

Just the one box of RF chips is gone.

I checked them myself.

They left the rest of it behind.

So what exactly do people do with these things?

What do they want these for?

Our clients install them

in special access control products.

You know, badges, key fobs,

mainly for high-security facilities.

They valuable on the black market?

- Not really. - All right.

Let's say our thief does use one of these things.

He must have a target building in mind.

Wait, you misunderstand.

The chips are just empty hardware.

They won't open anything until someone

with technical know-how programs them.

So, theoretically, if our thief was able

to program one of these chips?

I mean, sure, yeah.

It'd be a problem.

Be able to swipe in just about anywhere.

Even 26 Fed?

We've got to recover those chips.

The good news is it's not easy to program these things.

So either our thief is an expert hacker,

or he's outsourcing his technical dirty work.

We're hoping for the latter.

And it looks like Ian's got something.

Ian, talk to me.

Yeah, something that you need to see.

I'm on DeCrypt Keepers, a dark net forum.

At 3:38 a.m. a post went up looking for a hacker for hire.

- Timing is spot on. - All right.

NYC urgent, need to program special access control RF chip.

There it is. Can we ID who posted it?

Account is brand-new, nothing to trace.

But someone did respond to the post, account by the name.

Abcencia824 DM'd privately.

Luckily, his account isn't new.

Meaning old enough to exploit.

And exploit it, I did.

Meet our hacker, Emil Volarescu,

Romanian-born app developer.

Cybercrime says he's on their watch list.

Person of interest in six ransomware attacks.

Sounds like leverage to me.

- And enough to pick him up. - Get an arrest warrant.

- Bring him in. - Yep.

Handcuffs are overkill for DMing someone

on a message board, no?

We know you squeaked through these jams before,

but our agents just searched your house.

That's funny?

They found your computer underneath your floorboards.

What are the odds that we find something that sticks?

Yeah, you want a chance at a deal,

you're going to tell us who paid you

to program these RF chips.

A guy.

Didn't get his name.

And he only wanted one chip configured.

And what did he want you to do?

Hack the secure server of this random company,

program the chip, and install it in a keycard.

Thought it would be easy, but they had a stubborn firewall

for a garbage dump.

Garbage dump?

What did you hack now?

Radex Medical Disposal in nowhere Queens.

What did he want with Radex?

Didn't come up.

I fixed him a keycard that will open any door in that place.

He paid cash.

Gave me the rest of the chips in the box as a bonus.

Oh, good. We'll be seizing those too.

So what'd this guy look like?

Like a guy who could barely pay.

Kind of buttoned up.

But his fit, you know, you could tell it was cheap.

Yeah, well, BOLO on bad taste

isn't going to really help us much.

He was just a tall, white dude,

- thick New York accent. - Great.

That narrows it down to half the city.

Sit tight, Emil.

- Hey, what's going on? - Hey.

Just got off with Radex Medical Disposal, and we were too late.

They were already breached?

Yeah, they didn't even know it.

Guy probably waltzed right in using his newly hacked keycard.

Why the red alert?

Turns out we got a red ball after all.

Some kind of radioactive material

was stolen from a medical waste facility in Queens.

They got enough of this stuff to turn Manhattan

into a toxic wasteland.

OK, Scola, I'm still on the ferry,

but I'll be back in Manhattan in, about 15?

Oh, my God, guys!

What was that?

I got a situation here. I gotta go.

Hey, miss?

Are you OK?

Why don't you just step down?

Just get... get back!

Get back right now, or I swear to God, I'll jump!

Look, I'm FBI, but we need to keep this quiet

because I don't want to spook this woman.

So you notify the captain and enact emergency protocol.

Got it? Can you take this?

Thank you. OK, you... it was Mary?

Look, I'm gonna need some backup today.

Can you handle that?

We've lost two people this year

jumping from that exact spot.

I'm here with you, whatever you need.

OK.

- Excuse me, miss? - Stop! I'll jump.

- I'll do it. - OK, I believe you.

I'm not gonna come any closer.

I'm going to stay right here, OK?

I'm Eva. What's your name?

Mary, I need you to tell your colleagues to clear this area

and just give us some space.

I'll call out if I need you. OK?

That's a little better.

A little privacy, am I right?

Please, what's your name?

Jess.

Hi, Jess.

Want to tell me why you're up there?

What are you, a cop?

No, I just want to talk.

You live in Staten Island? You still live at home?

Roommate, partner?

I'm not dumb. I know what you're doing.

You... you want to figure out if there's anyone in my life

who'd care if I jump.

- I care, Jess. - You shouldn't.

I don't deserve to be alive.

There's some things that you just can't take back.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa. Steady!

Steady.

Everything is fine.

The captain enacted emergency protocol,

so the boat's not going to be moving until you come down.

OK.

Jess, I need to step away for one second.

But my friend, Mary, she's gonna...

she's gonna stay with you.

Can you promise me

that you're gonna wait for me until I come back?

- OK. - OK.

Mary?

I need you to stay right here.

I'm gonna be right back.

Did you get it?

Can't do a deep dive right now,

but I can run a quick facial rec for you on that photo.

OK, thanks.

I know it's crazy down there,

but I'm stuck on this ferry until this woman comes down.

It'll be OK, Jess.

I want to help her, but I need to know her story.

Yeah, I got you.

Jessica Wells, 27,

grocery store clerk in St. George.

No living family. No social media presence.

Any priors or court records?

Because this woman has indicated that

she's done something worth killing herself over.

Nothing criminal, except looks like

her neighbor called in a couple domestic incident reports,

said he heard Jessica fighting with a man.

Sounded violent.

Jessica denied it. No charges filed.

Sounds familiar.

All right, folks, listen up!

- Sorry, Eva, I gotta go. - Thanks.

All right, I will tell you what I told DHS and DOE.

The waste stolen from Radex Medical Disposal

was 465 grams of cesium-137.

Apparently, this is a highly radioactive crystal

used in hospital blood irradiators.

All right, so how bad are we talking here?

I mean, 465 grams, that's like, less than a pound, right?

In 1987, one fifth that amount

was accidentally released by a scrap metal worker

in Goiânia, Brazil.

It was contained quickly, but 249 people still got sick.

Four died, including a six-year-old girl.

Would have been way worse in a more densely populated city.

If it was an attack on New York,

casualties would be off the charts.

Where are we with running them down?

Yeah, Radex should have just sent us

their security footage and their employee roster, yeah?

All right, so we know the perp used

the hacked access card to walk right in.

Yes, we are on it.

We are scrubbing footage for anyone not on company payroll.

- Yes, sir. - DHS hasn't heard any chatter

about an imminent threat stateside.

OK, where are we at with the city's

radiological detection network?

NYPD is reporting no hits on any of their

- mobile or fixed monitors. - How'd that happen?

I mean, cesium has got to be throwing off radiation, right?

Yes, but if the thief is trying to avoid

radiation poisoning himself, he could be transporting it

in something shielded with lead.

A briefcase, maybe.

Look, this guy with the briefcase,

he swipes in at 5:42 a.m., just before first shift,

accesses the Hazmat section

of the facility wearing Radex PPE,

and then slipped out 14 minutes later,

presumably with the cesium.

And he is not an employee of Radex?

Definitely not.

He's a Staten Island high school English teacher.

Meet Bruce Medina, 42, unmarried.

No record whatsoever.

What the hell would a high school teacher

want with a pound of radioactive material?

That is exactly what we're going to ask him.

Let's ping his phone.

Let's track any associated vehicles.

Let's run him down, people.

Would you maybe want to tell me why you feel guilty, Jess?

Because talking it out helps.

Let me guess. You're a therapist?

No, I'm not a therapist.

That bruise looks like it hurts.

Did someone do that to you?

No, I just fell.

You know, I don't think I believe you.

Was it a boyfriend?

- You're judging me. - I'm not judging you.

I know a lot of strong, amazing women

who found themselves with men like that.

Not you, right?

My mom.

I've seen her with really controlling guys,

guys who hit her,

insulted her, gas lit her.

And I told her it wasn't love, but she could never see it.

And then I never thought that I'd fall for that trap,

but then my last boyfriend...

I mean, he never hit me, so it's...

it's not the same thing, but...

he hurt me, betrayed me.

Betrayed you? What did he do?

Well, he was my partner in everything,

and I trusted him with my life.

And he lied to me.

He lied to me.

And I didn't see it because I loved him too much.

I don't want to talk anymore, Eva.

- That's OK. - We don't have to talk anymore.

But, Jess, I'm gonna stay right here, OK?

JOC says Bruce Medina's phone's pinging right here.

He's at City Hall with a pound of cesium.

City council is having a press conference.

We got to find this guy quick.

- Let's fan out. - Yeah.

- OA, it's him! - I got it!

Hazmat, we have a package on the stairs.

Get in here now.

Everybody stay calm! You need to move out.

Everybody clear out! Let's go! Back up!

Lost eyes on the suspect.

Last seen heading north on Lafayette.

Requesting all units.

Hey. OA's setting up a perimeter.

A witness saw Medina jump into a van a couple blocks away.

I mean, couldn't see the driver's face.

No plates, but the JOC's working on it.

So he's not working alone.

Well, bigger the crew, bigger the threat.

All clear.

No radioactivity, no explosive materials.

This is all you, guys.

OK.

"For the deciders..."

"Revoke R913.

"Or we will give Manhattan a dose of its own medicine.

Your deadline is 1:00 p.m."

What the hell is R913?

R913 is a city project that was approved

at today's city council meeting.

It's a plan to build a data center

in Freshkills Park on Staten Island.

Man, these data centers are a hot topic right now.

I mean, tech companies are racing to build

the infrastructure to support this AI boom, right?

I mean, there's some environmental contamination

that goes with these data centers.

I wouldn't want one in my backyard.

You know, everybody's a NIMBY now.

Bruce Medina definitely is one.

Here he is at a recent city council meeting.

50 years, we lived in the shadows

of the Freshkills Landfill,

the largest garbage dump on the planet.

But we took it back!

We cleaned it up

and we made it a place where we could take our kids.

And now you want to trash it again

with some noisy, air-pollutant eyesore?

We say hell no!

Manhattan never agreed to build one of these

freaking things in the middle of Central Park.

Hell no!

Stop R913!

Order!

Wait, freeze it.

Can you zoom in on this woman?

- Who is she? - Her name is Jessica Wells.

Jessica Wells?

Should that name mean something to me?

Yeah, Eva called in from the Staten Island Ferry.

It's stopped in the harbor right now because a passenger,

Jessica Wells, is threatening to jump

because of guilt over something she did... her words.

So Eva is on the ferry right now with this woman?

And this woman is tight with the guy

who just stole radioactive material?

If Jessica Wells feels guilty over having plotted this out,

she might know where Medina plans to attack.

Jess, I think I understand

why you're up there, why you feel so guilty.

You don't know anything about me.

I know you helped plan a radiological attack.

I'm not a cop, and I'm not a therapist.

I'm a Special Agent with the FBI.

No, no. No, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no! Jess, stop.

Stop, Jess! Jess, don't jump.

Jess, look at me.

Just look at me.

Whatever you helped plan, it hasn't happened yet,

which means that we can still stop this together.

No, we can't stop it!

So many people are gonna die.

Listen, Jess...

I believe that you're involved with the man

who's threatening a radiological attack

on Manhattan.

Is he the one that gave you that bruise?

He loves me.

He's the only one who... who does.

Jess, I don't believe that you want people to die.

I love him. I love him, Eva.

I have to do what he tells me to do.

He's my whole world.

Because he made sure of that, right?

It's called coercive control,

and I've seen how hard it is to break free of that.

So I am begging you, Jess.

Please.

Let me help you.

Please.

Yeah.

Tell me, what is Bruce's plan?

You don't understand anything, Eva.

You can't help me.

City council just released an official statement.

"R913 will not be revoked.

We do not negotiate with terrorists."

Bruce Medina is not gonna like that.

We've got less than a half an hour until

he launches a radiological attack on the city.

Well, how do we stop him if we can't find him?

OK, look, the phrasing in his demand letter.

"Revoke R913.

Or we will give Manhattan a dose of its own medicine"?

I mean, that's retribution.

It's Old Testament stuff. It's an eye for an eye.

Hold on a second.

Maybe he narrowed it down for us already.

Listen to this.

Manhattan never agreed to build

one of these freaking things in the middle of Central Park.

Hell no!

- Eye for an eye. - See?

Listen up.

We are hunting Bruce Medina.

We believe he has at least one accomplice

with him, could be more.

Medina is carrying radioactive material

and his dispersal method could be anything.

So stay sharp, make sure you keep

your eyes on your personal radiation detectors.

All right, guys.

We want to approach any suspects from upwind

wherever possible.

Eastern group with me.

Every time one of these things spikes,

I get a knot in my stomach.

That's sprayers.

FBI!

Everybody stay right where you are.

Set the sprayers on the ground.

Let's go. Hands where I can see them.

Nice and easy.

What the hell is this about?

Masks off. Let's go.

Let me see your faces.

All right, you guys seen anybody come through here?

Suspicious, maybe wearing a mask?

- No, man, we're just working. - All right. Day's over.

You got to pack it up and get out of here.

East Meadow is clear.

Baseball fields are negative.

Yeah, same with the playground.

Hang on. Maggie.

Ahead of you, there's some maintenance workers,

but those aren't park department uniforms.

They're pumping something into the water.

Moving in.

FBI!

Get back and show me your hands!

Now!

- OA! - I'm on him.

In pursuit. Two suspects heading North.

Probable ID on Medina.

- Get on the ground, now! - You're under arrest.

The cesium's been stopped,

but the pond's been contaminated.

Hazmat, seal off the pond now.

We're on our way.

Keep your distance from that water.

Hold him.

Suspect's heading towards the West tunnel.

Stop right there. Don't move!

Don't shoot! I'm unarmed.

We got Bruce Medina in custody.

It's over.

Doesn't matter.

You're too late.

Contaminating Central Park Pond with cesium-137?

That's a weapon of mass destruction.

Bruce, your life is over. Was it worth it?

You want someone to blame?

Blame the crooks in City Hall.

They put us here.

Buddy, there's better ways to make a statement

than contaminating a public waterway.

Trust me, we tried.

Letters, petitions, public protests, lawsuits.

Right, that didn't work,

so you decided people needed to die.

What? No.

I didn't want anyone to die. This was a non-violent protest.

Save it. You just attempted a mass casualty event.

No, it was a contained environmental attack.

That's it.

Cesium has a half life of 30 years.

Prolonged exposure leads to death, Bruce.

I did my research too.

The water in the pond acts as a radioactive shield.

As long as no one touches it, no one gets hurt.

But Manhattan would have to condemn their prized landmark.

That's the point.

I want the other boroughs to feel Staten Island's pain.

Well, you cannot prove intent,

but Bruce here wasn't going to kill anybody,

even if he wanted to.

Hazmat analysis just came back.

There was zero radioactive waste in that pond.

And nothing in the lead tank that they were pumping from.

So there was no cesium anywhere?

Why use a tank with lead lining

if there's nothing radioactive inside?

Weird, right?

I mean, Eva said that Jess, the woman on the boat,

told her that people are going to die.

Well, Bruce Medina just admitted

to trying to poison that pond.

He believed there was cesium in that tank.

What the hell is going on?

What do you mean there was no cesium in the tank?

That's not possible.

Your accomplices were just as surprised

to hear it was missing.

We know you're working with somebody else.

Does she know where it is?

Who?

Your girlfriend, who is threatening

to jump off the Staten Island Ferry right now

because she feels so guilty for her part of the plan.

What girlfriend?

Don't play stupid with me, Bruce.

Jess Wells.

Wait.

Jess was never involved in this.

And she's not my girl.

No, you're looking for Lewis Mitchell.

Who's Lewis Mitchell?

I met him and Jess... they're a couple...

at the first town hall about the data center.

Lewis and I agreed that it was the last straw,

but Lewis kept saying that we needed to think bigger.

He said that we needed to,

sever the link.

What does that even mean?

I don't know, but three beers in,

he was quoting Tim McVeigh like it was Shakespeare.

No red flag there.

We needed Lewis, OK?

He's a mechanical savant.

I figured out how to get the cesium,

and he was supposed to rig up the tank to poison the pond.

Well, he didn't.

He used you and your guys, and now he has it for himself.

God, I can't believe he dragged poor Jess into this.

So you have no idea how she's involved?

No, but Lewis had some hold over her.

He treated her like crap.

She'd do anything he asked.

All right, folks, listen up!

We now believe the cesium is in the possession

of this man, Lewis Mitchell.

The jumper on the ferry is his girlfriend

and suspected accomplice.

We need to find this man, and we need to do it now.

So let's work together. Ian, go.

- Yes, sir. - All right.

Tell me about this... this Mr. Mitchell.

Staten Island-born mechanic, out of work close to a year.

His record shows three assault charges filed by his ex-wife,

one conviction.

Social media feed is dripping with vitriol

- over the city's corruption. - Let me guess.

Staten Island is the victim in his eyes?

Yep. "We are 5% of the population.

Why are we paying for the other 95%?"

He refers to Manhattan as the oppressor,

repeatedly calls to sever the link, and, oof.

He supports a fringe movement for Staten Island

to secede from New York City.

All right, so this guy has cast himself

as the Count of Monte Cristo of Staten Island.

And he wants to punish the people of Manhattan.

Well, his crusade may be delusional,

but the radiological weapon is definitely real.

- Ian, how we doing? - Phone is off.

Car is not pinging on any plate readers.

BOLO is out...

No, we can't wait for the BOLO.

There's one person

who knows what Lewis Mitchell is planning.

Hey, Eva. It's Jubal.

Listen up, kid, you're in the hot seat.

Jessica Wells is the key to this whole thing.

You need to get through to her. You need to get her to talk.

It could be the only way

to stop a radiological attack on Manhattan.

I see that I got it wrong earlier.

Lewis Mitchell.

That's your boyfriend, right?

He's the one that forced you to help plan this attack.

I... I'll jump, Eva. I'll kill myself.

If you jump, innocent people will die.

Is that what you want?

I already know about the cesium-137.

DOT workers are sweeping this ferry now as we speak.

Oh, it's not here.

What?

It's with Lewis.

Then where is he?

What's his plan?

Jess.

Jess.

Jess.

I can see that you're exhausted.

Why don't you just step down?

No, no, I can't. Not yet.

Yet?

Jess, did Lewis tell you to get up there?

He'll kill me, Eva.

Back off!

So you're telling us you don't think Jess is suicidal.

I don't know for sure,

but she's clearly still under Lewis's control.

She's terrified of him.

What if he put her on that ledge?

For what purpose?

Yeah, the only thing her being up there does

is enact DOT protocol for jumpers.

So that ferry won't move until she's safely down.

I'm not sure how that helps Lewis.

Wait, there was construction on one of the ferry slips

in Staten Island today,

and service has been operating at half capacity.

Jess has been stalling this ferry for hours.

Right, so... so that means.

Whitehall Terminal in Lower Manhattan

is backed up with people waiting to board.

So you're thinking this is a bottleneck operation.

Yes.

Jess delays the boat, Whitehall fills up,

so Lewis's attack has maximum casualties.

Lewis just wants to make his point.

He said he wanted to sever the link, right?

Whitehall Terminal is the link

between Staten Island and Manhattan.

Then get a team to Whitehall now.

Yeah.

Jeez, there's got to be at least 1,000 people in here.

- Do we evacuate? - No.

Lewis might spook and disperse the cesium.

We need to find him quietly.

- So split up. - Yeah.

No sign of him.

Copy that.

OA, Northeast corner. Gray shirt and a baseball cap.

Whitehall.

Whitehall is the target, isn't it?

My people are swarming the terminal right now.

We will find Lewis.

They'll arrest him?

Yeah.

I don't think that you got up there

because you wanted to die.

I think you got up there for him.

But it's over now, Jess.

It's over.

Please come down.

Lewis Mitchell! FBI! Stop!

We're engaging with an active shooter on the loading dock.

We need backup now.

- Cover me. - What? OA!

You have to wait for backup.

No, we need to find the cesium.

Let's push him back, get him into the corner.

Trust me.

Lewis Mitchell, you are under arrest.

Get off me!

That's not Lewis.

- Get off... - Who is this guy?

It's good as done.

Lewis has the trigger.

And once he arms it, you got about

five minutes to run like hell.

We're looking for a bomb.

Screw Manhattan!

We now know Lewis Mitchell's cousin,

Benny Mitchell, planted a dirty bomb

somewhere in Whitehall Terminal.

Depending on the explosion and the wind,

over half of the city could be irradiated.

We're not gonna let that happen.

Benny claims Lewis is out there with a remote trigger.

We need to find the bomb, and we need to find Lewis now.

Elise?

FBI Hazmat team is combing Whitehall with the field team

to locate the explosive.

OK, so is NYPD's radiological detection network up?

Yes, and I'm coordinating with their aviation,

marine, and ground assets.

Everyone they've got is converging on that terminal.

We might not have time.

Look, I need every officer, every agent

in the city searching for Lewis,

FBI, NYPD, Port Authority, school safety agents.

If they've got a badge, they've got a mission.

If Lewis is in control of this firing device,

he must be nearby.

So what happens to me now?

Well, coercive control,

it's not a legal defense in New York yet,

so you're probably...

you're probably gonna face charges.

But I have a few friends in the AUSA,

and I'm gonna put in a good word for you.

I'm not going anywhere, Jess.

Thank you.

Look, I know that this is hard,

but Lewis, he can't hurt you anymore.

Lewis!

What are you doing? Stop!

Damn it, Jess.

You can't do anything right, can you?

Now all we have to do is wait.

The link will be severed.

Aviation radiological detectors narrowed down

the dirty bomb's location

to the Northwest quadrant of the terminal.

Ian thinks it may be the maintenance room.

Jubal, we have eyes on the bomb.

That's enough charge right there to level this building.

Building might be the least of our worries.

We've got less than four minutes to clear this terminal.

If we don't disarm this,

New York as we know it will cease to exist.

I can't believe you got down, Jess.

You betrayed me.

Please, Lewis, I'm so sorry.

I didn't know that you were here.

That shouldn't have mattered!

I just wanted a front row seat to watch the fireworks.

Thank God I was here to stop you from ruining this.

Jess!

Help!

Baby!

Baby, pick it up! Pick it up!

Don't listen to him!

Jess, we can still do this!

Throw it overboard!

They won't be able to stop it!

Jess! Just do it!

Mary, I need help! Mary!

The bomb has a mercury tilt switch.

We can't defuse it.

The only way to stop it is to find that detonator.

We've got to evacuate everybody

out of this building now.

Jess, just press the blue button

and you can disarm the bomb,

and you can put a stop to all of this.

But I... I love him.

Throw it, baby. Baby, please!

Throw it!

- Just throw it overboard. - Jess.

- Throw it! - Shut up!

Just throw it! For me!

Mary, get him out of here.

Jess, look at me.

Just throw it!

Jess. Jess, look at me.

Throw it!

No, Jess. Jess.

You know what love is,

and you know that this isn't it.

Please.

Give it to me.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

It's OK.

It's OK.

You're OK.

Hey, so the dirty bomb has been neutralized,

and Lewis and Jess are in custody.

A major understatement, but you did great today.

It was really touch and go for a while.

I could feel it all slipping through my fingers.

And I just...

yeah, I knew that I had to break

the spell that this guy had over Jess, but...

I mean, whatever you said, she heard it.

Yeah, but why?

I tried to find the right words before.

So why did it work this time?

Maybe it wasn't the words.

Maybe she just felt that you...

you were there for her,

and she trusted that you cared about her.

Maybe that trust was enough.

Yeah.

I don't want to fight with you.

That's not why I'm here.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry about this morning.

You said you were done.

Well, forget what I said.

I'm scared, Mami.

I love you,

and I'm terrified of losing you.

And I don't want to push you away.

I just... please don't ever stop calling me, OK?

OK, mamita.

Thank you, mi vida.