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Man, you've got to calm down.

I am calm.

Then put the damn coaster down.

Look,

don't get all squirrelly on us now.

It'll all be worth it in the end.

I'm fine.

I just need another drink, that's all.

Can we get some more
beers over here, please?

Yeah, it's coming.

Okay, here you go, guys.

All right, can I get
you guys anything else?

No, we're good with these.

Okay. Awesome.

Colin, I'm gonna take five.

Hey.

Well done, Maggie.

Hurry, before Park notices it's missing.

Anything specific
I should be looking for here?

Uh, no. Download everything.

Phone calls, messages, GPS history.

If they're really planning on
setting off another bomb today,

this phone is our best chance
of zeroing in on their target.

Are they getting nervous?

They're pretty uptight.

I don't think they're going
anywhere anytime soon.

They just ordered their fourth round.

All right.
What about the manager, Colin?

- Has he said anything else?
- No.

And he's made it pretty clear
he doesn't wanna be involved

any more than he already is.

Well, he did call in the tip,

so it doesn't get much more
involved than that.

Okay, I think we got everything.

- Great.
- Okay. Get back in there.

We'll, uh, let you know
if we find anything.

Okay. Sounds good.

Yo, where the hell is my phone?

Hey, Dom asked for these boxes to go.

I think they're heading somewhere.

What? Where are they going?

Check your pocket.

No, I put it right here.

Or down on the floor. I don't know.

Do you see it down there?

Here you go.

- Whoa!
- I'm so sorry.

- Come on.
- Hey!

- So sorry.
- Are you kidding me?

I... I... um...

Just get something to clean this up.

- It's everywhere.
- I didn't mean to do that.

- I'm...
- You guys are right.

- You know what?
- I don't believe this.

Let me just grab some napkins for you.

- Jeez.
- I'm so sorry, man.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. All good.

Hey. Anything?

No. Phone's clean.

This guy has spewed so much

anti-government rhetoric
over the past few months

that he's ended up
on a federal watchlist,

and you're telling me there's
nothing suspicious on his phone?

There's almost nothing at all
on his phone.

Okay, so you think maybe they wiped it?

It's possible.

Definitely looks like the
browser history has been erased.

So maybe he's covering something up.

Or maybe our intel is wrong, guys.

Maybe there isn't another bomb.

Jen, we're gonna have to reschedule

my Thursday morning.

I got Career Day
at my daughter's school.

Got it.

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All right, listen up, folks.

A package bomb just detonated

at a city councilman's office
near city hall,

and the chemical signature
is the same as the bomb

that killed NYPD Inspector Harland

two weeks ago in Fort Greene.

So it looks like we are dealing
with a serial bomber.

Now this afternoon's target and victim

is a councilman named Doug Archer.

39 years old, married, with two kids.

Any connection to the first victim?

Inspector Harland was in charge

of one of the precincts in
Archer's district,

but there's no indication
they knew each other personally.

We're still looking for a clear nexus.

What about the group
that Maggie's investigating?

What's their grudge
against the councilman?

Other than the fact that he
works in government, unclear.

Right, we can't even say for sure

that they're involved right now.

Two weeks ago, the bar
manager overheard them toasting

to Harland's death,
talking about a big event

that was going down today.

Then a bomb goes off.
That can't be a coincidence.

Yeah, no, no. The timing is suspicious.

But we had eyes on Park,
Wright, and Lawson all morning.

They never left the bar.

There could be a peripheral player

that we don't know about,
and it's possible

we are looking in the wrong place.

So for now,
let's work this on two fronts:

keep Maggie in play at the tavern,

and investigate
any and all hard evidence

we find at the scene.

Yeah, copy that.

All right. Plug in. Go to work, people.

How long have you worked
for Councilman Archer?

A little over six months.

And are you aware of any threats

made against him during that time,

or of anyone that
would've wanted to hurt him?

No, I... I mean we...

We would get a few frustrated
calls from constituents

every now and then, but nothing serious.

Hey, we need to pull
the councilman's phone records,

review every incoming call
from the past month.

Did your boss ever interact
with a guy named John Harland?

He's a NYPD inspector
here in the district.

No, not that I know of. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

And where were you
when the device detonated?

I was, um... I was at my desk

right outside his office.

I was... I was right there. I...

Could've...

Okay, look.

Look, I know this is really traumatic,

but I really need you
to think here, okay?

Did you see anyone
other than the councilman

going into his office
before the bomb went off?

No, I...

A few minutes before,
Doug was in a meeting.

I went to get a coffee,
and when I came back,

there was a man in the hall.

He could've gone in while I was away.

Did you see what he looked like?

Yeah, he... he, um...
He was white, older,

maybe 60 or so.

Do you remember what he was wearing?

He had on a hat...

And a blue parka.

Yup, right there.

He's got a package under his arm.

Can we get a better angle on his face?

Uh, no. I got a partial

from the camera down the hall.

But there's a problem.

Facial rec software
isn't recognizing his face.

- Yeah.
- Who the hell is this guy?

Yeah, doesn't fit the bill

of the extremists Maggie's under with.

They're young and angry.

He's gotta be in his 60s.

Well, maybe he's a lone wolf?

Hey, Kelly,
can you zoom into his jacket?

There's an inscription there.

Door Hopper. What is that?

It's an app. Same-day delivery service.

He's a courier.

Get Tiff and Scola down to Door Hopper.

See if they can figure out
who sent that package.

We didn't have any deliveries
around city hall today.

Are you sure about that?

I only have ten couriers on staff.

If that package had been
through here, I'd know.

Does this man work for you?

That's Brian Moore.

He's a new hire.

He's only worked for me
for a couple of weeks.

You got an address for him?

No, I'm pretty sure

he's been living
out of homeless shelters.

I figured I'd give the guy a shot.

Get him back on his feet.

Is he working today?

Uh, he should be.
He had a handful of deliveries.

But he hasn't checked back in yet.

Okay, we're gonna need
a copy of his schedule.

All right, how are we lookin'?

Not great. Just talked with Scola.

Moore didn't make any of the deliveries

he was assigned to this morning.

Okay, well, that doesn't
exactly scream "innocent,"

- does it?
- Yep. Neither does this.

- What?
- I ran a background check

on Moore, but it bounced back.

The driver's license
attached to his personnel file

is a fake.

The photo on the ID, however,
matches to a Brian Markham.

That's his real name.

I'm guessing there's a good
reason for using a fake ID?

Uh, yeah. A very good one.

He was staring down
a sexual assault trial,

jumped bail instead.
Hasn't been seen since.

O-okay.
Until he comes out of the woodwork

to bomb an elected official.

Seems like an odd way
to reappear on the grid

for a rapist, anyway.

He have any connection to the victims?

Not that I can see.

But he's been off the grid
for four years.

Right. All right.
Well, let's track this guy down.

We need a location, people.

We're still working
on a current address.

We do have the card
associated with the bank account

his paychecks were deposited into.

Huh.

Jubal, last transaction
on that card was for a Greyhound ticket

at the Port Authority
Bus Terminal 20 minutes ago.

He's skipping town. Where's he going?

Transaction doesn't say.

Okay, Port Authority. What you got?

I'm lookin'.

I got a Brian Moore
on the 4:15 to Orlando.

But that bus left the station
12 minutes ago.

There's still time to catch it.
Hey, get Scola back on the line.

Marcus, I need you to call
ahead to the driver of the bus.

Tell him he's got a fugitive on board.

We're gonna have him pull over
on Weehawken, yeah?

Sorry about this, folks.
Shouldn't take too long.

Just need to do
a quick maintenance check.

Brian Markham, FBI.

Put the bag on the ground
and your hands in the air, now.

Stay back.

Don't come any closer.

Take it easy, okay? We just wanna talk.

Then put your guns away.

I wanna give you my side of the story.

Markham, you need to put
the bag on the ground.

I didn't know.

You have to believe me.

I didn't know.

Put the bag down,

and then we can talk about
what you didn't know, okay?

That's it.

Nice and slow.

Face away from me.

Walk towards my voice.

Keep coming.

It's just clothes. We're good.

Of course I tried to run.

A package I just delivered exploded.

What the hell was I supposed to do?

Well, off the top of my head,

you could've turned yourself in.

Like I said,

I got an outstanding warrant.

I'm looking at 10 years in prison.

It's about to get bumped up to life
if you don't start talkin'.

I told you I didn't know it was a bomb.

I was just doing my job,
delivering a package,

trying to make some cash.

You really expect us to believe that?

You just so happened to deliver a bomb?

The company
that you work for has no record

of that package in their system.

Someone paid me to take it.

He didn't tell me what was inside.

- Who?
- I don't know. Some guy.

A man approached me

outside the shelter
I've been staying in.

Said he'd seen me making deliveries.

Wanted me to take a package for him.

So you just took it? No questions asked?

He offered me 100 bucks.

What am I gonna say, no?

You remember what this guy looked like?

No.

He was wearing a hat and sunglasses.

I couldn't really see his face.

- Did he have any tattoos?
- I don't know.

He was medium height.

Maybe Mexican or Arab.

Could've been
a light-skinned Black guy too.

I'm not really sure.

Look, the only thing that
stood out was his attitude.

He knew I was living in that shelter.

Talked to me like I was trash.

Like I wasn't a real person, you know?

Yeah, believe it or not,
Markham's story checks out.

Street cam near the homeless shelter
caught him accepting a package

from a man in a hat and sunglasses.

Take a look.

Can we ID him?

No, the hat and glasses
keep us from getting a hit.

Can you punch in on him?

Okay, I can't be sure,

but that does look like Eric Park,

one of the extremists
that hangs out at the tavern

that Maggie is working at.

Where'd you get this footage?

Intersection of Myrtle and Cumberland,
near Fort Greene Park.

Myrtle and Cumberland.

That is about two blocks
away from the tavern.

It's gotta be him.

Okay, let's put together a photo lineup.

See if Markham can ID him.

Uh, yeah, I mean,
that might be a waste of time.

That guy's description
was all over the place.

Mexican, Arab, light-skinned Black.

All right, Maggie
is gonna have to get in deeper.

Well, that sounds really cute.

Well, one day
of wearing a princess dress

in second grade is cute.

Five days?
Might qualify as bad parenting.

I'm sure it's just a phase.
She'll grow out of it.

- Thank you.
- There you go.

Colin, pilsners.

Hey, uh...

hey, let me bring them back.

- I don't think that's a good idea.
- I need access.

They don't like people back there.

We made an agreement.

An agreement?

You made it seem like you were

gonna be in and out of here in two days.

It's going on two weeks now,

and I'm not comfortable
with all of this.

- It's my ass on the line.
- Okay.

It's gonna be fine,
and you need to trust me.

Colin, you called me for a reason.

You're a good person, and I know

you don't want to see a bunch
of innocent people get killed.

Yeah, man, it's ridiculous
what they're doing in D.C.

Hold on. I'll take those.

I don't mind.

I told you.

- Hey.
- What the hell?

- We need to talk.
- About what?

I... I don't wanna talk here.

Look, I can hire you to work at the bar,

but I can't force them
to let you in the back room.

Okay, can you just listen?

Who the hell is this?

This is my partner, OA.

I keep telling you,
I don't wanna be more involved.

I understand.

But we need access
to their conversations.

We need you to step it up here, Colin.

Okay? People are dying.

I am not some hero.

I'm not looking for a medal here.

I have an eight-year-old
daughter at home.

We need you to wear a wire.

You and Dom have known each other,
for a really long time.

Okay? I need you to get him talking.
Maybe he'll open up to you.

Dom has been good to me.

He gave me a job
when nobody else was hiring.

He pays me enough
to look after my daughter.

Okay, again, Colin,
people's lives are on the line.

I did my part.

If I overhear anything,
I will let you know.

But that's it. That's as far as I go.

Okay, we can still plant
a mic in the back room.

There's a reason we didn't go
that route from the jump.

It is too risky,
and Colin can get us answers

way faster than sitting on a wire.

I know that, but we asked him,

and he said no.

You have a soft spot for him?

Colin is a good guy.

And yeah, he called it in,

but that doesn't make him
obligated to risk his life

for us to make our case.

Look, I just know that your
last undercover assignment

kind of ended on a bad note, and I...

This has nothing to do with that.

You sure?

If we push Colin any further,

he might withdraw
his cooperation altogether.

Okay.

A listening device it is.

Hey, OA?

Testing, one, two, three.

Hey!

Man, look at this van.

This thing has been parked
out here every day this week.

I'm on the company website.

Says they got offices
a couple blocks away, man.

Seems legit, right?

Nah, I don't know, man.

Do you see any construction
on this block?

OA, you hearing me?

Anyone in there?

Open up!

OA, are you getting the signal?

Do you copy?

Hey, anybody in there?

Sketchy as hell.

Get out of there, Maggie.
You got company.

Colin.

What are you doing?

Dom is on his way here right now.
I need you to stall him.

No, no way.

If he finds me doing this,
we're both screwed.

Please, hurry.

Damn it.

Hey. Guys, guys,

I thought you were coming in later.

I haven't had time
to tap the new kegs yet.

Just pull up an IPA.

All right. Hey, Dom, while you're here,

actually, can I run something by you?

- Can it wait?
- Well, it's the...

liquor report.

It's got, um, the... there's
a bottle of Jameson

that's just... it's unaccounted for.

I...

Okay.

I don't know. Just watch the new girl.

Yeah.

Is somebody back there?

Look, this is what I pay you for.

Okay? Figure it out.

If she's stealing something,
just fire her.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

That was out of line.

Don't you dare
put me in that position again.

Do you understand?

How's it going? We get anything?

Uh, a bit of vitriol
about the state of the world,

but mostly just vague small talk.

They did mention another guy, though.

The Duke. Do we know who that is?

Um, I don't think so.
What's the context?

Park has a meeting with him later.

He wanted Dom to go along.
Watch his back.

Make sure he wasn't being followed.

O-okay, that's promising. When is it?

They didn't say when,
but they said it would be

at Brantley Towers in Sunset Park.

I think it's a apartment building.

Yeah, yeah. We can work with that.

All right, y'all, check it out.
We have a new development.

We are now looking for a man
known as the Duke.

The Duke has business
with our extremists,

operates out of Brantley Towers
in Sunset Park.

How fast can you get me
property records?

Uh, give me two minutes.

The Duke, that name track
with any of Park or Wright's

- known associates?
- No, but I will check

social media posts around Sunset Park,

see if anywhere pops.

Do we know if the Duke is a proper name?

Uh, I don't think so.

They referred to him as the Duke,
like a title.

Hey, Maya, do you have any
unmarked cars in the area

- at Sunset Park?
- Yeah, I can check.

What do you need us to do?

Just keep eyes on the place
until we get there.

If the suspects show up, alert us.

Don't let them out of sight.

- You got it.
- All right, thanks.

Okay, Brantley Towers
isn't quite as grand

as its name suggests.

It's a 16-unit building,
only 23 residents.

Any names popping out?

Uh, there's a guy named Luca Dukowski.

"Duke" could be a nickname.

Any connection to Park or Wright?

Don't know, but they both
have a shared affinity

- for explosives.
- Yeah?

Dukowski just finished
serving an eight-year sentence

at Sing Sing.

Stole ANFO from a construction site.

Wait, when was he at Sing Sing?

Uh, June 2013 to May 2021.

That means he overlapped with Park.

Yeah, yeah.

They shared the same cell block.

Okay, that should be enough
for a warrant.

I'll work on that.
You guys head to Sunset Park.

Federal agents! We have a warrant!

Flood in, flood in, flood in!

On the walls!

FBI!

Ah!

Got one down!

All right, Tiff.

Why don't we clear out until we
get a bomb tech on-site here?

Copy that.

Bomb techs confirmed these
are explosive materials,

but they didn't find any
completed devices.

Okay. Well, then what's this meeting

with Park and Dom about?

If Dukowski's building
something for these guys,

it's gotta be here.

Unless the meeting already happened.

I mean, they beat us to it,

picked up the next package bomb already.

Tiff, we might not be looking
for another package bomb.

What is that?

It's a blueprint for a truck bomb.

If this is what Dukowski is
building for these extremists,

we're not talking about
another individual attack.

They are gearing up
for another Oklahoma City.

All right, people, listen up.

Based on evidence found
at Dukowski's apartment,

it looks like Park, Wright, and Lawson
are planning a truck bomb.

And unfortunately, they shook
the tail we had on them this morning,

so we cannot confirm
that they were ever at Brantley Towers.

And ERT has been unable
to find any physical evidence

tying them to Dukowski or the bomb lab.

So it is up to us to connect the dots

and find these explosives
before they launch another attack.

So let's do that, shall we? Go to work.

- Sir.
- Ian.

Lab confirmed that
in addition to the Semtex,

there were traces of ammonium nitrate

and nitromethane at the apartment.

Okay, so it's a fertilizer bomb.

Any idea where they got the materials?

Uh, no. I've ran financials

on all three extremists and Dukowski.

No sign that they bought the stuff.

- So it was probably stolen.
- Yeah.

Find out who the major distributors

of ammonium nitrate in the area are,

and see if they've had
any recent thefts, yeah?

- Yep.
- Uh, let's talk

about the actual truck itself.

It's a crude diagram.

We don't know the make and model.

None of our suspects have
trucks registered

in their names, and there's
no credit card activity

suggesting they've rented something.

Yeah, but fertilizer bombs are heavy.

Blueprint shows there are ten
55-gallon barrels in the truck.

You fill them to the top,
and you're looking at...

7,000 pounds in the back of that truck.

There are only two pickups on the market

that can handle that kind of payload.

It's gotta be either a Ford F-350

or a Dodge Ram 3500,

likely with an 8-foot bed.

I did not know you were a truck guy.

- Farm family.
- Oh.

Well, you learn something new every day.

All right, so I guess we're
looking for a Ford F-350

or a Dodge Ram 3500.

Start calling salvage yards

and looking into car theft reports

for the last few months.

Oh, and send that info over to OA.

Make sure Maggie knows what
she's looking for on her end.

- Yeah?
- Got it.

I've never seen any
of these guys drive a truck.

Okay. Any chatter at all?

No, nothing. I'm sorry.

What's... what's going on?

That's, like, the fifth time
you've checked your phone.

My babysitter's got some
family emergency, and I...

can't find anybody to watch Ava
while... while I'm here.

Today?

Okay, well, you should go be with her.

Really, I... I can handle this.

Listen, they ask me where you
are, I'll just tell them

you're with your daughter.

Please, I can handle this.
Go be with Ava.

- Jubal.
- Yeah? What'd you get?

You gotta hear this.

- Okay.
- Crazy coincidence.

- It's not a coincidence, man.
- Is this live?

Yeah, they just heard that
we hit the Duke's apartment.

An hour after we meet him,
the feds raid his place?

Someone's talking.

Don't look at me.

Well, what about your boy, Colin?

He's been in and out of here
serving drinks.

Maybe he heard something.

I've known Colin for 15 years.

He doesn't stick his nose
in other people's business.

Well, somebody said something.

What about the new waitress?

We trust her?

They're talking about Maggie.

Yeah, yeah. Stay on it.

OA, listen up. We got a problem.
The boys in the back room

are spooked about the Duke takedown.

They think there's a link.

One of the guys just asked about Maggie,

was wondering if she's trustworthy.

Okay, you want me to pull her?

Nah, you have to stay loose.

We'll keep tabs
on the conversation here.

But I want you inside the bar,
monitoring things up-close.

If things go sideways,
I want you to intervene.

Understand?

Yeah. Copy that.

Hey. Macallan, neat.

Ah, aristocrat, huh?

Yeah.

What's up?

The raid...

Hey.

It's Maggie, right?

Yeah. What's up?

Well, just occurred to me
you've been working here

two weeks, and I don't know
anything about you.

Well, I'm an open book.
So ask me whatever you want.

How do you know Colin?

I don't.

Um, I came here, and I got a drink
a couple weeks ago.

He said you guys were hiring.

So I filled out an application,
and here we are.

Where is Colin, by the way?

Uh, he... he had to go home
for a minute.

Sort of early.

Well, something came up
with his daughter.

- Happens a lot?
- What do you mean?

Him going to see his kid, you know,

duck out of work.

No.

This was the first time.

Hmm.

You see him talking to anyone?

Notice anyone new hanging around here?

No.

Hey, man. We got a problem.

What the hell is going on?

The raid at Dukowski's house
spooked them.

They think someone's
talking to the feds.

Well, they clearly suspect
Colin, so we need to warn him.

Okay, if it's a credible threat.

Hold on, it's Jubal.

Okay, they can hear Wright
scanning the room

with a bug detector.

- Right now?
- Yeah.

And they found the wire.

All right,
let's get the hell out of here.

Come on. Cut our losses. Let's go.

Yeah, uh, okay.

Hey, everything okay?

- Closing time.
- Where's the van?

Uh, they made it, and if they
see it in their rearview,

they're gonna know they're being tailed.

Fine, jump in my UC car.

I don't care what you gotta do.

Just handle it.

They're splitting up.

That's okay. We'll go after the SUV.
We'll get Dom later.

No, I think that Dom
is going after Colin.

You don't know that.

Why else would they be splitting up?

They think that Colin's a rat.

It is our job to protect him, OA.

Okay, but Park and Wright
could be going after the bombs,

so we'll send a patrol car to Colin's.

No, they're never gonna make it in time.

Come on, he lives
right around the corner.

Okay.

I'll get Jubal on the SUV.
Jubal, our guys are splitting up.

We have Dom,

but we need you to track
down a red Jeep Grand Cherokee.

New York plates.

Juliet, India, Delta...

Yep, copy that.

All right, everybody.
Our suspect's on the move.

We're looking for a red Grand Cherokee.

License plate is J-I-D-1-0-2-7.

Put a BOLO out. Let me know
as soon as we have eyes on it.

You guys head to Brooklyn.

I'll update you
as soon as we have location.

And Elise, call Peter.

Tell him we need air support up, now.

FBI!

Show me your hands, Dom.

Put 'em up!

You're a fed?

Did you know?

- Daddy?
- Ava, you go upstairs

and finish your movie, okay, honey?

Don't come out of your room
until I say so.

You son of a bitch.

You son of a bitch.
I was coming here to warn you.

Tell you to take a couple weeks off.

- Where's your gun?
- I don't have a gun!

After everything that
I've done for you, Colin?

This isn't what you think.

This is exactly what I think.

- I said, "Where's your gun?"
- I don't have one!

I should've just let them kill you.

Yep, got it. Hey, that was Tiffany.

They found Wright's SUV abandoned

at a garage near Commerce
and Richards in Red Hook.

She said there's a traffic cam
less than a block away.

- Okay, I've got the Jeep.
- Yeah?

Okay, yeah, there it is.

Parking.

They're heading that way. Okay.

Heading west.

Can we get eyes on where they go next?

Uh, let me see what's nearby.

Okay, this is from down the block.

Stop it right there.

That's a Ford F-350.

It's the same truck as the one
in the Duke's blueprints.

Yeah, yeah, can you punch in
to the driver?

Yeah, that's them.

The truck bed is covered with a cap.
It's gotta be the explosives.

This bombing's happening now.

Yeah.

Come on, people, we got 7,000 pounds

of explosives moving through the city,

and we do not know where it's going.

We need to change that.

- Hey, Maya.
- Yeah?

We need every patrol car
in Brooklyn looking

for that truck, and blast out photos

of Wright and Park.

If anyone sees anything,
loop us in immediately.

- Copy that.
- Thank you.

We should also send photos

to all the government agencies
in the area.

Until we know more,
they are all potential targets.

Yeah, that's a good thought. Alicia...

- I'm on it.
- Okay, great. All right.

So we have air support up
and circling the area

near the garage
where they picked up the truck.

But so far, they have not
been able to get eyes on it.

- What about the truck?
- Can we tap into that?

Well, it's a newer model,
so it should have GPS.

But the plates on it are fake.
We don't have the VIN.

We don't know what vehicle to tap into.

I don't understand how this happened.

I thought Maggie and OA had eyes on him.

Uh, yeah, well, the group split up.

Maggie thought Dom
was the most immediate threat.

It was a game-time decision.

They can't all be right, I guess.

Well, now we're relying on Dom.

- They need to press him
- and get him talking.

Dom, it's over.

We have Park and Wright. Okay?

The two people that you
conspired with on camera

in the truck that's
being used for the bombing.

Now, this thing goes off,
you're looking at life in prison.

But if you help us, you tell us
where this truck is going,

and we get there in time?

I'm not interested
in working with the feds.

You can save your breath.

Do not be a martyr
for Park and Wright, man.

They would not do it for you,
and we can work out a deal.

I'm not interested in a deal.

What I'm interested in is change.

And this is the only way
that I can make that happen.

Dom, don't be an idiot. Talk to them.

Just stay the hell out of this, Colin.

Dom, I am trying to help you.

You really can't be comfortable
killing innocent people.

Innocent?

You think that these people
are innocent?

They're the reason
that my sister is dead!

Dom said the people they're targeting

are responsible for his sister's death.

You know anything about that?
He say anything to you?

Dom says a lot of things.

Okay, start talking, Colin.

His sister, Tory,
she used to work at the bar.

About three months ago,

she was cutting through Fort Greene Park
on her way home, and...

one of the homeless men
from the shelter that's there

grabbed her, tried to get her bag.

And when she resisted, he stabbed her.

Okay, you said the homeless shelter

- near Fort Greene Park?
- Yeah.

So the homeless shelter in Fort Greene

is relatively new.

It was converted from an old church

about six months ago
as part of the initiative

to address the recent homeless problem.

Our second bombing victim,
Councilman Archer,

was the driving force
behind the project.

Okay, so there's our nexus.

I'm guess the shelter

was under Inspector Harland's
jurisdiction?

Bingo, and because it
was declared as safe haven,

he ordered his officers not
to police the area around it.

Neighborhood ended up getting flooded

with drugs, mental illness.

Violent crime is at an all-time high.

You're right, so that
explains why Dom is so angry.

What... what about the other two?
What's their stake in this?

Well, Park and Wright have been on
the federal watch list for months.

They're hate-mongers.

I think they were looking for a target,
and Dom gave it to them.

Yeah, we think they're heading

to the Fort Greene shelter.

Elise, have the helicopter
head over to the intersection

of Myrtle and Carlton in Fort Greene.

As soon as they get a visual
on the truck,

we're gonna dispatch the bomb unit.
Make sure they're ready.

You want NYPD help with an evac?

Uh, yeah, we need
all the help we can get.

Thanks.

Maggie and OA are the closest.

Thank you.

Hey, OA, so we think they're going,
for the Fort Greene Shelter.

Head over there.
We'll send Tiff and Scola on the way.

Guys.

Black F-350.

That's the one.

I think I got eyes on Park and Wright.

Yup, it's them.

Eric Park, stop running!

Hands! Show me your hands!

Turn around.

Put your hands up.

You got nowhere to go, man.
Put your hands up!

Put them up!

Timer's 3 minutes and 36 seconds.

How far is the bomb squad?

Still another eight minutes.
I mean, I could call Hill.

Maybe he could talk us through it.

In three minutes? I don't know.

Hey, listen to me.

You cannot let this thing detonate.
You hear me?

You're gonna kill dozens
of innocent people,

and you'll go down for mass murder.

- We can't disarm the bomb.
- Why not?

These people are not government agents.

You don't understand.

We can't stop it if we wanted to.

So we all need to get
the hell out of here now.

All right, we should evacuate
everyone now.

Listen, a bomb this big is
gonna blow up the entire block.

I mean, we can try.

I... I don't... I don't know
what else to do.

Let's go.

Navy yard's close.

It's six blocks north. Maggie!

What are you doing?

Maggie, get out of the truck.

Please, Maggie, don't...

Maggie!

Thank you.

Jeez, Maggie.

I'm fine.

Just a few scrapes.

You scared the hell out of me today.

What were you thinking?

If that thing would've gone
off around all of those people,

that would have been on me.

It... it's my fault
that we didn't get here sooner.

I really thought
that Colin was in trouble.

And if anything would have
happened to him...

You sure this has nothing to do

with your last undercover case?

You got really close
to that woman, and then...

you know.

Yeah.

I don't ever want a good person

to get hurt for doing the right thing.

Hey, Colin.

You going out of town?

We're moving.

You're moving? Where?

New Hampshire.

Gonna go stay
with my parents for a while.

Uh, I just wanted to check on you.

I know that yesterday was a lot.

"A lot"?

I... I had my life threatened.

You put my daughter at risk.

I told you those guys were dangerous,

and you threw me
right into the line of fire.

We were dealing with terrorists.

Oh, yeah, sure. You made your case.

You saved the day.

Who cares who you have to burn
along the way?

That's not...