03x01 - Boom

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- Previously on The Equalizer...
- (ENGINE REVVING)

ROBYN: Delilah,

I want you to meet two
of the best people I know.

Harry and this is...

- Oh!
- ...Mel.

Robyn, I need to know

that you're not putting
my daughter at risk.

(g*nf*re)

DELILAH: No!

You have kids?

(CHUCKLES)

Nice try.

Delilah Fulton? I'm Detective Dante.

Does the name "Mason Quinn"
mean anything to you?

ROBYN: No, no, no, no, no, no!

People that tangle
with Quinn end up dead.

Bishop.

I will always win.

I'm gonna catch you again.

And this time, I'm gonna k*ll you.

Omar Delgado.

Former Cuban intelligence

turned freelance militant.

- Robyn...
- If we find Delgado,

he'll lead us right back to Quinn.

(GROANS)

Who are you?

Carter Griffin. CIA.

From Cuban intelligence.

Delgado's contacts in the U.S.

And, Carter,

Quinn cannot see me coming.

What's coming?

(expl*si*n)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Told you they'd find me.

And that's how you gain their trust.

Our models show the radiation cloud

will affect most of Manhattan.

He's talking about a dirty b*mb.

There's something going on

that you both need to know about.

- And I'm going to have...
- Mom!

- (TIRES SCREECHING)
- (DELILAH YELLS)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

- (SIRENS WAILING)
- (VI SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(CRASHING)

(VI SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

DELILAH: Mom!

Dee.

Dee, did you see the plate?

Uh... no, no, no. I'm sorry.

Oh, uh, it had one of those, um,

bar things on the... on the grille.

A brush guard?

Delilah?

I've got it.

Detective Dante.

(EXHALES) I heard about the abduction.

I didn't realize... Are you okay?

No. No, I'm-I'm not.

(STAMMERS) Some men, they...

I mean, they took my mom.

Don't worry. We're gonna find her.

I'm Detective Dante.
We met at the precinct...

Yes, after Jason's sh**ting. I remember.

Do you guys have a photo we can
use to help find your mom?

Is there a problem?

It's okay.

We have to.

DANTE: Wait. You got to be kidding me.

Okay.

Can you describe Robyn's assailant?

Um, white male.

Uh, about six feet.

Um, dark hair, cut short.

- (LINE RINGING)
- He was wearing a...

a light brown jacket,

dark pants, I think, and...

What? Delilah.

Delilah, slow down.

Oh, my God.

HARRY: Nothing on the street cams.

Whoever did this must've
known to hit Rob in a blind spot.

Not "whoever."

Mason Quinn.

After what McCall told us about Delgado

and Quinn's plan for the
dirty b*mb, this has to be him.

HARRY: Quinn must've found out
that Robyn was trying to stop him.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, what I don't understand is,

why take her instead of
just taking her out?

This is why I didn't want
her going after Quinn.

He warned her.
I knew that this would happen.

All right, look, there's nothing here.

We got to try something else.

What about Delgado's lists of contacts

that McCall stole
from the Cuban embassy?

Maybe someone there knows the plan.

All right. It's worth a try.

It's gonna take a while. (SIGHS)

God, this is such a nightmare.

Oh, poor Delilah.

How did she sound?

Terrified.

As she should be.

The worst part is
there's nothing she can do.

She did do something. She called us.

And we're not gonna let her down.

♪ ♪

No! That's not it!

The face was more rounded.

The eyes were deeper. I...

It's a process. It takes time.

My niece doesn't have time!

Oh, God, just give it to me.

(WATER POURING)

(SIGHS)

How you holding up?

I don't... I don't really
know right now. (SIGHS)

I just...

I can't believe that this
is happening. (SHUDDERS)

You know, I recently went
through something

I didn't think I'd make it back from.

I was convinced my life was over.

Was it that, uh...

that thing in Gatling County?

Point is, I had to stay positive.

Especially in the darkest moments.

And you know who helped me do that?

Your mom.

It's gonna be okay.

We have to believe that.

Besides, I know your mom.

Frankly, I'm more worried
about the guys who took her.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(SNIFFLES)

Delilah! Delilah. Oh, my God.

Oh, God, sweetie, I am so sorry.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
It's just, you know, Mom. I know.

I know it's scary, but your mom is

- the toughest person I know, okay?
- Okay.

(SIGHS)

Dirty bombs?

MEL: Set to be deployed a week from now.

I don't know how many
you have on your team,

- but you need to mobilize everybody.
- Yeah.

I'm gonna hit the streets,
and try to find the SUV that took Robyn.

It's a needle in a haystack,

but it's the best lead we've got.

Okay.

This is one of the men who took Robyn.

Great job.

I'll distribute this to the department.

Hi. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You don't know me, but I'm, uh...

Too well-dressed to be a cop.

And the way you just hugged Dee tells me

that you work with Robyn.

You're the woman who owns the bar.

Mel, right?

Right.

I wish we were meeting
under better circumstances,

but I want you to know...

we are going to find her.

But why would someone do this to Robyn?

That's what we're gonna find out.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(COUGHING)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Quinn, I know you're on
the other end of that thing.

(BUZZING)

♪ ♪

I promise you. (PANTING)

If you did anything to hurt my family,

I will end you!

You got that, Quinn?!

- You hear me?
- How long before we can get rid of her?

QUINN: Soon. It's almost done.
Go take care of the SUV.

♪ ♪

You reach Carter Griffin?

HARRY (OVER PHONE): Yeah.

He arranged a sit-down

for you and Omar Delgado
at the CIA black site

- where he's being held.
- Good.

If this is about Quinn and those bombs,

then Delgado might know something

about where McCall's being held.

Yeah, like where Quinn's
base of operations is located.

Then again, Delgado's been
at that black site

since before McCall was grabbed.
So he may know nothing.

Well, whatever he knows,

you can be damn sure he's gonna tell me.

♪ ♪

I hate this.

I just...

I feel so helpless.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, I know, baby.

But your mother is going to be okay.

Why does everyone keep saying that?

There is literally no way
for them to actually know that.

Okay? Mom was kidnapped.

There were men with g*ns
and everyone is acting

like it's not as horrible
as it really is.

We're just trying to stay positive, Dee.

Okay, well, I can't!

Ever since Bishop d*ed, it is like...

it's like she's been possessed.

Just out there, day and night, doing...

...whatever it is she does.

Your mother is helping people.

Well, I wish for once
she would just worry about

helping herself.

(CRYING)

I knew something bad
was going to happen to her.

And I told her that, and she
did not listen, and now..

Now she could be...

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

She could be dead, Aunt Vi.

Dee, you listen to me.

Your mother has

a lot of really good people
out there looking for her.

People that she trusts.

If she believes in them,

we have to do the same.

I'm really scared, Aunt Vi.

I just want her to come home.

Oh, God. Me, too, baby.

♪ ♪

OFFICER: Detective Dante, do you copy?

This is Dante. Go ahead.

The BOLO you just put out on that SUV

with the brush grille, a vehicle
matching that description

was just spotted heading east,
nearing Murray Park.

Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage.

On my way.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

♪ ♪

That's a pretty nice ride.

(SIGHS)

Sure you want to do that?

I suggest you walk away while you can.

Fraid I can't do that.

Detective Dante, NYPD.

I've got a few questions for you.

On the ground. Now!

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Now let's try this again.

Where's the woman you grabbed?

You really think I'm gonna
tell you anything?

Just get it over with and arrest me.

Right.

Cause I'm a cop, you think
I got to play by the rules.

A few things to keep in mind:

One is... that woman you took?

I care a lot more about her
than my badge right now.

The other...

you're lying in a pool of gasoline.

(FLICKS OPEN LIGHTER)

Now, I don't smoke...

but I'm willing to bet you do.

So I'm gonna ask again.

Where'd you take her?

(WHIMPERING)

MEL: Thanks for setting this up,
Griffin.

Not sure what you expect
to get out of him.

Even if he knows where Quinn
might have taken McCall,

she and I already tricked him
into talking once.

He didn't appreciate that.
Hasn't said a word since.

Well, let me at least try.

It's McCall. I've got to do something.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MEL: Where can I find Quinn?

Where is his base of operations?

Fine.

Don't answer me.

You can play the loyal soldier.

But understand this.

Quinn disposes of the people
that he works with

the minute they lose
their usefulness to him,

which believe me, you have.

These people?

They all thought they were
Quinn's right-hand man

right up until the moment
he had them k*lled.

You're no different, Omar.

You think you're his partner.

You think you're gonna be rewarded

for your loyalty somehow.

But the only thing you are
to that man is a loose end.

The other woman. McCall.

Why are you here and not her?

Don't worry about her.

Quinn got to her already?

(SCOFFS) She fell right into his hands.

Hey! You need to focus on me

because I am your only protection.

You want to live to see tomorrow,

you better start talking.

If Quinn has your friend,
there is no tomorrow.

What does that mean?

It means that America will pay

for imposing its will.

Thinking it can police the world.

Pay?
Are you talking about the dirty bombs?

(COUGHING)

Omar.

Omar... Omar!

GRIFFIN: What happened?!

I think he's going into cardiac arrest.

(GRUNTING)

Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.

- Keep going?
- Nothing. Damn it.

Quinn got to him.

Poisoned his cigarette.

He said, "There is no tomorrow."

- Yeah.
- What does that mean?

There's only one thing it can mean.

The timetable has been moved up.

The bombs could go off at any time.

♪ ♪

Hey.

If those bombs are going off
tonight, we have to move fast.

Starting with warning the city.

It's not that simple.

That's a decision above our pay grade.

What's there to decide?
Lives are at stake.

The public needs to know.

Yes, but it's a process.

Let me run it up the chain
of command and I'll call you.

Yeah, you do that.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. Tonight?

- Uh-huh.
- Are you sure?

Yeah, when Delgado heard
that Quinn already had McCall,

he said, "There is no tomorrow."

Grabbing her must've
accelerated the timeline somehow.

I mean, a-a blast,

any blast in a populated area
is bad enough...

- Yeah.
- ...but the radiation from a dirty b*mb

could cause the deaths
of-of thousands people.

Slow deaths.

Yeah, while making parts of the city

uninhabitable for years.

(PHONE RINGING)

Griffin. Talk to me.

Are you gonna alert the city now?

I'm afraid that's a negative.

What? The powers that be
don't want to start a panic.

They feel that an alert

would lead to more lives lost

if everyone's trying to
get out of the city at once.

They feel we stand a better chance

at stopping the thr*at ourselves.

Are you kidding me?
That is not our call to make.

Yeah, it's theirs. And they've made it.

AGENT: Let's go!

Go, go! All right, move out!

Let's move it! Look, I got to go.

I'll keep you posted on what we find.

No, screw that.
We can warn them ourselves.

A few keystrokes,
and every newsfeed in the city...

No, wait. Don't. (GROANS)

As much as I hate to admit it,
they might be right.

Sounding the alarm now
will only cause mass panic.

It's up to us to stop
the bombs from going off.

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

I guess I'm canceling
that couples massage.

Okay, in order to stop them,

we have to know where they are first.

We know Delgado said,
"The targets are chosen."

Other than that, we're in the dark.

Well, I mean, somebody's got to know.

Delgado wasn't gonna plant
all of them himself.

Anything on his Cuban embassy list?

It's tons of information.
I'm still scrubbing through it.

Okay, meanwhile, I'll bring
Dante up to speed...

What?

Aunt Vi and Delilah.
We have to warn them.

I know Carter said
not to warn anybody, but...

No, no, no. They're not
"anybody," all right?

They're family.

Robyn would want them to leave town.

Okay.

VI: Dirty bombs?

Good Lord.

So, does this have something
to do with why they took Mom?

We think so.

You can't mention this to anyone.

So what are we supposed to do now?

Harry and I are going to do
everything we can to stop it.

- And what if you can't?
- I'm not planning on it

coming to that, but just in case,

you both need to leave town.

- Immediately.
- (INHALES)

What about Robyn?

We're gonna take care of her.

But I know she would want
you guys to get to safety.

MEL: I have to go. So should you.

(QUIETLY): Hey, I promise to call you

with any updates, okay?

Okay. All right.

Mel...

Yeah?

Thank you.

(SIGHING): Okay.

Only take what you need.
Essentials. Small bag.

(INHALES) H-How is this fair?

I mean, I mean, we get to

sneak away while everyone has
to stay here and-and die?

I mean, what about...
What about my friends?

Dad and Kelly? Trish?

I mean, what are they supposed to do?

Dee, baby, I hear where
you're coming from,

but the important thing right
now is to get us to safety.

We can discuss how to tell them

on the way. It's not right.

I mean, what if we can help find her?

We need to be here.

Did you hear what she just said?
We have to go!

Leave if you want. I'm not going.

Delilah Fulton!
We don't have time for this.

We are leaving!

Now, go get your bag ready.

I am sorry, Aunt Vi.
But I am not leaving Mom.

I'm not leaving everyone
that we care about behind.

♪ ♪

(PHONE RINGING)

Dante, I hope you have good news.

Could be. I found the SUV
that was used to grab Robyn.

I might know where they're holding her.

How? You checked the GPS history?

Ah, something like that.

Send me the address.
I'll meet you there.

Better hurry.
With the timeline moved up,

I don't plan on waiting around.

Hey. It won't do Robyn any good

if you get picked off
before we can save her.

We need to have a plan of att*ck.

I'm listening.

- Hold on.
- (BEEPS)

(PHONE RINGING)

HARRY: Yeah, what's up?

Harry, Dante thinks he has
a bead on Rob's location.

We need whatever
you can find on the building...

schematics, sewer tunnels,
possible points of entry.

All right, yeah, give me the address.

How reliable is this info?

I'm sorry, who is this?

Dante, meet Harry.

He's a wizard at this kind of stuff.

Ah, she's exaggerating.

A wizard implies something magical.
I'm more like a genius.

Oh, so you're a computer guy.

He's basically a better-looking
version of Siri.

But he'll never make you say "ducking."

(CHUCKLES)

HARRY: All right, the address?

She's at Atlantic Ave.

All right. Stand by.

Oh, that's interesting.

The building was previously used

by a private contractor
for the m*llitary.

Meaning...?

Meaning the place is a fortress.

I mean, it's gonna take me a minute

to find a good entry point.

Dante, I'll meet you there.

Please hurry. Both of you.

(LOCK BUZZES, LATCH CLICKS)

Let's go.

I'm not going anywhere
until I speak to Quinn.

Move.

Now!

I heard you the first time.

You saying it louder
is not gonna make me

any more afraid of you.

I said... (GRUNTING)

(LOCK BUZZES, LATCH CLICKS)

QUINN: Easy, McCall.

I don't want to have to k*ll you.

Not yet.

♪ ♪

_

_

(PHONE BUZZING)

DANTE: Detective Dante.

Hey, it's Harry.
I got into their system.

The place is crawling with security.

Good news is I can help you dodge it.

- Sounds like a plan.
- The bad news is

that their, uh, security cameras
are controlled by a server

which randomly regenerates
an access code

every seconds, so it keeps
kicking me off-line.

And here I thought you were
supposed to be the man.

You know, I'm gonna chalk
that comment up to the fact

that we're all under
a lot of stress here.

But don't be surprised if one day

you end up being subscribed to

an Exotic Animal of the Month club.

(CHUCKLES)

Hold on. I've been spotted.

This is a restricted area.
You need to move the car.

Sorry, man, I got turned around
trying to find this address.

Hey.

You think you can help me
find this place?

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Hello? What-What's going on?

I'm going in.

Without Mel?
Do I really need to list all the reasons

why that's a terrible idea?

Look, the party's started.

As soon as that guard misses

a check-in, we lose
the element of surprise.

(BEEPING)

How we doing?

Not good. You got two bogies
in the stairwell behind you.

I'm beginning to see
why Robyn keeps you around.

And here I thought
it was for my collection

of rare salvaged denim.

Which way, Harry?

I... Wait, I... I don't know.

The system kicked me off.
I'm rebooting now.

On the ground. Hands out.

Easy...

Hey, man, let's talk about this.

(GRUNTS)

Just couldn't wait, huh?

HARRY: Okay. All right, guys.

All right, I'm back. All right, so...

keep going straight, then bear left.

There should be a stairwell.

Take it up to the seventh floor,
where it looks like

three guards are posted at a door.

Got it.

♪ ♪

You're gonna want to ice that.

Why dirty bombs, Quinn?

Why make thousands of
innocent people suffer?

It's cruel, even for you.

They're not innocent.

This city is a false beacon of freedom,

and I'm gonna tear it all down.

This is not about America.

You're auditioning for our enemies.

So, who's paying you?

China? Russia? North Koreans?

Not auditioning.

Putting them all on notice.

So... when it comes down to it,

you're just a glorified merc.

A g*n for hire? That it?

This is about power.

World leaders will trip over themselves

lining up to be in my favor

for fear of being my enemy.

Ah.

And here I am thinking
you're overly ambitious...

...when really
you're just plain old insane.

Unfortunately, you won't
be around to see it happen.

But don't worry,
your memory will live on.

ROBYN: (SCOFFS) What's this
supposed to be? Some kind of manifesto?

Your manifesto.

(SCOFFS) Right.

You're gonna blame this on me?

Like anyone is gonna believe you.

On the contrary,
it's the perfect narrative.

Disgruntled ex-CIA agent

lashes out at the country she feels

has betrayed her.

(SCOFFS)

You really are delusional.

You can do what you want to me,

but you'll never get me to read that.

But you already have.

Why do you think I grabbed you?

ROBYN (ON RECORDING):
My name is Robyn McCall.

I'm an ex-CIA operative.

And America needs to pay
for its sins. Why?

Uncanny, isn't it?

As radiation spreads across the city,

I'll send this video
to newsrooms across the world.

History will remember you

as nothing but a homegrown t*rror1st.

...by the time you're seeing this,

thousands of Americans will be dead.

The world needs to know
that I am responsible.

♪ ♪

HARRY: It's the door on the left.
I'm hacking the locks now.

(LOCK WHIRS, CLICKS)

Guards moved in a while ago.

That's got to be
where they're keeping her.

♪ ♪

Oh, hold up. I'll get the door for you.

(LOCK WHIRS, CLICKS)

DANTE: Damn it. Too late.

They knew we were coming.

♪ ♪

They cleared out fast.
Question is, where were they going?

No clue.

But Quinn must need something from her.

- Otherwise...
- Why keep her alive?

Maybe there's something on
those servers that can help us.

HARRY: I'm already on it.

The servers were in the process
of wiping themselves.

But I think I've recovered
most of the data.

I'm scrubbing through all of it now.

What about the CIA prisoner?

He say anything else before he d*ed?

No. Just, "There is no tomorrow."

Guys...

I-I think you should see this.

My name is Robyn McCall.
I'm an ex-CIA operative.

- By the time you're seeing this...
- What the hell?

...thousands of Americans will be dead.

No way she did this willingly.

They must've held a g*n to her head.

Not even that would make her do this.

You guys are both right.
This is a deepfake.

And a damn good one.

As of : p.m. tonight,
the b*mb will have detonated,

shrouding the city with radiation...

: ?

That's sooner than we thought.

We got to figure out a way to stop this.

How can we stop them if we
don't know where the targets are?

Yeah, I don't know where,

but I think I have a pretty good idea

as to how the bombs are getting there.

According to this time stamp,

these three white vans left the building

just minutes before you guys
discovered Rob was gone.

If Quinn is planning
on framing Robyn for this,

how much you want to bet
she's in one of those vans?

Harry, can you track those vans?

I got to find them first.

I can't make out the plates
on any of them.

Okay, I'll fill in Carter

and get the CIA to help us search.

- I'll put out a BOLO for those vans.
- Okay.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Okay, I got it. Could be news about Mom.

Dad?

Uh, why are you here?

Because I want some damn answers.

What the hell is your
mother mixed up in now?

You know what? Tell me in the car.

Go get your bag.

You called Dad? You left me no choice.

I don't care if you're mad at me.

Right now, my job is
to keep you safe and alive.

Okay, well, I'm still
not going. Not until...

Delilah. Enough.

We're leaving.

It is not right to leave Mom.

It's not right to stay here
and die, either.

Sweetheart, this isn't
what your mother would want.

You know what? You got no choice.

Get in the car. Now!

♪ ♪

Found it, you son of a...

Hey, Mel, Dante,

Griffin, I found a GPS program
buried in Quinn's system.

It's how he's been tracking the vans.

Dante, you need to head north
towards Hell's Kitchen.

On my way.

(SIREN WAILING)

Griffin, head east at the next
intersection, approaching th Street.

Heading there now.

Mel, you're about a mile out
from the third van.

Copy that. Closing in.

♪ ♪

(TURN SIGNAL CLICKING)

(PANTS)

- Rob! Oh, thank God.
- Oh!

Dee, Aunt Vi?

She's safe. They're headed out of town.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

I can't believe I let this happen

in front of my family.

- Dee must be...
- She's stronger than you think.

She's okay.

The important thing is that you're safe.

Quinn made a video of me.

Yeah, we saw it. It's a deepfake.

Now we have to stop these bombs.

We think they're in vans.

This one...

and two other ones
heading to unknown targets.

- Okay?
- Okay.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Approaching the van.

What the hell?

♪ ♪

Negative, nothing here.

MEL: Harry, what the hell is going on?

A whole lot of nothing.
Dante and Griffin said

the other two vans are empty as well.

Which is exactly what Quinn wanted.

Of course.

He wanted us to find
that tracking program.

Chase each one down,
spreading our resources out

all over the city.

To waste our time.

Only minutes left

and we still have
no idea where to find them.

♪ ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BEEPING SOFTLY)

♪ ♪

Harry, what direction were
those other two vans headed?

One to the Upper West Side,
the other to Brooklyn.

- And this one was headed downtown.
- Mm-hmm.

Something's off.

What if Quinn is drawing us
away from the actual locations?

Or location. I was able
to recover a little more

of that deepfake video. Check it out.

As of : p.m. tonight,
the b*mb will have detonated,

shrouding the city with radiation.

In the manifesto, fake McCall says b*mb,

not bombs.
I don't think that's a mistake.

So if there's really just one b*mb,

where would he put it?

He would want it to fit his narrative.

To blame me.

He would have to put my
body at the real location.

Harry, did anything in Quinn's system

point to a single target
in Lower Manhattan?

No. (EXHALES)

Not in Quinn's system.

But I looked into
the movements of Omar Delgado

and all his contacts
from the embassy list.

And it looks like they scouted
all over the city,

including a few trips to Liberty Park.

Liberty Park?

Quinn called America a
"false beacon of freedom."

Liberty Park is right
by the Freedom Tower.

A symbol of America's resolve.

Perfect place to make a statement.

And do the most damage.

The irradiated dust cloud
would travel easily

to Brooklyn, Queens,
New Jersey, Staten Island...

Oh, my God.
Talk about bang for your buck.

That's got to be it.

Wait, Harry, if Quinn
is tracking the vans,

he's gonna know that we stopped them.

No, I-I'm already on it.
I kept the signals moving

just in case.

We have less than a half an hour.
Harry, call Dante.

We need the b*mb squad
to search Liberty Park

- now.
- Got it.

(SIRENS WAILING)

OFFICER : Everyone get back.
Clear the area.

OFFICER : Back off. Back to the line.

- Glad you're okay.
- Thanks.

You're gonna want to see this.

It's negative for any leaks, Captain.

Copy that. Clear out,
I'll take it from here.

Captain McGuire, this is
the woman who called it in.

She's with me.

What are we looking at?

One of the most deadly
devices I've ever seen.

ROBYN: Can you defuse it?

Maybe if we had four or five hours...

We have minutes, not hours, Captain.

Well, then the best thing
we can do is get

as many people out of
the blast radius as possible.

But the radioactive dust...

All right, officers.
Get everybody back. Now.

- Now!
- All right, you heard him!

Harry? What are you doing here?

Well, apparently this is
where the action is.

Look, I was having major b*mb FOMO.

- No.
- Listen, I want to help.

I don't think there's
anything you can do.

That anyone can do.

I'm not so sure about that.
Hey, what are you doing?

You can't be seen with a computer.

So let them arrest me, okay?

I mean, if I can help save
the city, it's worth it.

You know, and if I can't...
what difference does it make?

Look, I discovered
one of Delgado's clients

did time in South America
for a bunch of bombings.

What if one of those bombs

can shed light on how
to defuse this one?

And if it can't...

I want to be with you.

If we're gonna to go out,
let's do it together.

No one's going out just yet.

Come on, there's got to
be something you can do.

Maybe deactivate the timer?

That's just it. There is no timer.

Which means there's a remote detonator.

Radio signal, most likely.

What's the radius on
something like that?

Reliably? Quarter mile, maybe.

Quinn's ego would never let him
leave this up to someone else.

He's gonna detonate it himself.

Which means our best,
and only chance at stopping this b*mb

from going off is getting to Quinn
before he presses that button.

Which means we have
minutes to find him.

Quinn's gonna stick around to watch,

he's sure to have a quick
getaway planned, right?

And there's only one place
in Manhattan you can do that.

- Rooftop helipad.
- HARRY: That's right.

There's only three helipads
in Lower Manhattan.

But only one of them
overlooks Liberty Park.

MEL: That's where he is.

It has to be.

- I'm on my way.
- MEL: Okay.

(SIRENS WAILING)

DANTE: Clear the area now!

Everyone, we need this
area clear, please.

- Clear. This way.
- Turn around! Go!

DANTE: Keep moving,
keep moving, keep moving.

- (CLAMORING)
- (WHISTLES BLOWING)

Harry, let's go.

Wait, wait. Wait a minute.

What are you doing?
You're not a munitions expert.

I know, but you've always said
I was a quick learner.

Hey, Captain, my name
is Harry Keshigian.

Pretty good with puzzles.
Thought maybe I could help.

You need to leave now
if you want to live.

Traffic's really bad this time of day.

Might as well just let me help.

♪ ♪

Prepare the chopper.

You're too late, McCall.

ROBYN: Don't!

(expl*si*n)

No.

Harry. Mel!

Somebody tell me you got
out of there in time.

Harry? Mel? (CHUCKLES)

You lose, McCall.

Maybe, but you're gonna die
like the rest of us here.

- HARRY: Hey, Rob?
- Harry?

Yes, we're okay.

Covered in garbage,
but, you know, alive.

I'm sorry, I tried to stop it,
but I couldn't.

Yeah, about that... Neither could we.

But we managed to get everyone
to safety before we, uh...

removed the radioactive
canister from the b*mb.

- Wait, so...
- HARRY: Yeah.

We removed the dirty, and left the b*mb.

We cleaned it, basically.

My shirt... not so lucky.

You lose, Quinn.

The world is not even
gonna remember you existed.

(GRUNTS, CHUCKLES)

It's not over, McCall.

I've got plenty more deals to make

with my old friends at the CIA.

Not if I can help it.

(CHUCKLES) But you can't.

Haven't you learned?
Bishop was just the first.

You better keep your loved ones close.

Nice job.

Just keep him locked up.

For good, this time.

(GRUNTS) McCall!

(GRUNTING)

(QUINN SCREAMING)

♪ ♪

That's for Bishop.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

You might have to retire that shirt.

(CHUCKLES) I know.
I just bought it, too.

Oh, I will buy you as
many shirts as you want.

- HARRY: Thanks.
- What happened with Quinn?

We will never have to worry
about him again.

Ever.

What I'm worried about is
explaining this

to Aunt Vi and Dee.

What do I say?

Just tell them the truth.

The only thing they care
about is that you're safe.

You had me worried.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You're not getting rid
of me that easily.

We're just getting started.

The face behind the voice.

Thanks for the assist back there.

Hey, any friend of Rob's...

So this is the team.

♪ ♪

- Robyn?
- ROBYN: Hey.

DELILAH: Mom.

My God.

(VI SOBBING)

- Are you okay?
- I'm okay. I'm okay.

I'm so sorry.

Hey, guys, wait. Give me a minute.

Miles, wait.

(EXHALES)

Look, I know you have
a lot of questions.

I do.

But now's not the time. Go.

Be with Delilah.

I'm glad you're okay.

But Rob...

this is far from over.

♪ ♪

(DOOR OPENS)

♪ ♪