[CHILD GIGGLING]
Yeah. Yeah. [GIGGLES]
- I'm about to catch you.
- You can't catch me.
Oh, no, you're blitzing.
No way.
[GIGGLING]
Emmett Grant at the , , ...
But the big man's on his tail.
It's like he's gone.
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Oh, hey, Ginny.
Hey, Chris.
So you're babysitting?
Just till my mom gets home.
I'm not a baby.
We're gonna eat meatball
sandwiches and play Xbox.
We are.
Look, you go get us set
and I'll be up in a minute,
Okay, Em?
- It's not gonna be a minute.
- [SIGHS]
You always say a minute.
It's never a minute.
So what are you doing?
Going home to work on algebra,
but I don't really get it.
Do you?
Graphing equations, kind of.
Can you show me?
[LOUD expl*si*n]
[SCREAMS]
No! [SCREAMING]
[SOMBER MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[SIREN BLARING]
We were a few blocks away
when we heard the call.
What happened?
Single expl*si*n, first floor,
right in the corner of the building.
Nails, BBs, any kind of shrapnel?
Not that we found.
What time was the expl*si*n exactly?
Reports peg it at : .
It's nine minutes ago.
We need every emergency vehicle
headed here
stopped outside the perimeter.
Evacuate this building.
I got half a dozen guys inside
checking structural damage,
twice that many going door to door...
Then you have them grab anyone
they can see and get out right now.
Oh, my God, my kids are in there!
Ma'am, ma'am, you can't go in, ma'am.
Let me through! My boys are in there!
We have the fire department
that's bringing everyone else
that they can, okay?
But I don't see them.
Mom, Mom, I'm over here!
Are you okay?
- Mom.
- Oh, my God. Thank God.
[SOBBING]
Where's Emmett, baby?
He... he went inside, Mom.
No, no, no, no, no.
He's right inside, he's only seven,
and he knows not to open
the door for anyone.
Okay, okay, just stay with me
for just a minute.
You don't understand. He's my baby.
Listen, I know every instinct
is telling you to go in there,
but you just need to...
[LOUD expl*si*n]
[MOANING]
Oh, my leg!
[METAL GROANING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Wait, it's coming down!
[SCREAMING]
[BUILDING RUMBLING]
[COUGHS]
♪ ♪
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[COUGHS]
[YELLS]
Go, go.
Can't hear. We don't know.
[COUGHING]
[INTENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Freeze the blocks
around nd and Stivers.
Shut down all subway lines
into and out of the Bronx.
And give Port Authority
the heads up that bridges,
tunnels, and train stations
citywide are next.
[SIRENS WHOOPING]
How many didn't make it out?
NYPD's working on a tenant list.
Lot of people home.
So who's making a statement with this
and why?
We were on the scene for
seconds before the second bang.
We only had time to rush an evacuation.
I just shut down half the city
and I can't open it up
until we know it's safe.
Who else is already here?
PD, FD, Emergency Management.
A*F and Homeland Security
are on their way.
I'll deconflict, but FBI owns
the risk for what happens next,
so you two own this case.
If you came over to apologize...
I know there's no apology or explanation
- changes what happened.
- My baby d*ed.
That's what happened.
I'm beyond sorry.
I can't begin to even understand
how you're feeling right now.
You don't have kids, do you?
I don't have children, no.
No, you can't understand.
You probably think
that you did me a favor.
Ma'am, what Agent Bell did...
Emmett was only seven.
He was small for his age,
but he was really smart.
You should have let me die in there.
[SOBBING]
Those blasts came from the first
floor corner apartment, right?
Yeah, you know who lived there?
Felton Ames.
This is the building's super.
Who's Felton Ames?
A scumbag drug dealer.
Been trying to get him
out of the building for a year.
If he had some rank,
he could have been a target.
Yeah, he was always parading
around like some big deal:
red silk suits, fools
with g*ns taking him around.
We'll check into him.
[SOBBING]
What do you have?
A body in the apartment
that took the brunt of this.
Peek under.
There's a foot and the bottom
of some red suit pants.
Sounds like it could be Felton Ames.
All right, let's get him out,
see what we have.
Ugh.
- Is that a cell phone?
- Yeah, looks like it.
It's melted to his leg.
Two bombs, and they both went boom,
which means whoever we're looking
for knows what they're doing.
First lick of the ice cream cone
always goes to National Security.
NSA, CIA, Homeland Security,
nothing on the wires or in the chatrooms
for the last hours.
And no reaction since.
Well, if any t*rror1st group
could claim it, they would
and I like the story we're
building in the field anyway:
someone targeting a Mac Baller
Blood named Felton Ames.
Tony, can NYPD fill them in?
Felton Arthur Ames, years old,
boatload of priors for
possession and criminal sale.
Moved up the Mac Ballers
when guys above him
went to jail or the morgue.
But undercovers say he had
a rep for being sloppy.
Luckily, so are most g*ng members.
A guard at Riker's found this
kite in a Mac Baller's cell,
so we know Felton jumped the line,
got the big homie title anyway.
So let's get into him. As usual,
run everything through me.
Point agents on the street
are Bell and Zidan.
Let's go, people.
You guys all right?
We need a line cut
to salvage a cell phone.
I assume it's connected to Felton Ames?
How much information
can you pull out of that?
If the core memory is
in one piece, maybe everything.
We have a process called chip off,
but with evidence this damaged,
Bureau likes the lab
at Quantico to do it.
How good are you at chip off?
I taught the guys at Quantico.
Then go for it.
What? If we unwind this
before anything else explodes,
who's gonna complain?
I will.
If our best lead gets destroyed,
the attorney general is gonna
point at the direct
and the direct is gonna point at me.
I understand,
but would you let me tell you
why we should still do this?
No, you're no longer undercover
tracking t*rrorists,
making your own rules, OA.
You're working for me,
and what I want you to do
is understand how things work here.
If you have a problem, you
shag your ass down the hall,
you knock on the door,
you tell me about it,
and then I'll fix it.
Now do it.
What do you think?
I can heal the sick, not raise the dead,
but let's give it a sh*t.
How long you think this is going to take?
If you knew how delicate this was,
you'd be amazed at my speed.
Um, I want to... be right back.
The chip itself is intact,
but both metallic connectors are damaged.
- So the DNA off the leg...
- Shh.
Matches Felton Ames.
Sorry, I figured even Ian
would be done by now.
Just need to secure the ball grid array,
and everything on that phone
is right here,
assuming we can still read it.
If you can turn this
into something useful,
I will buy you a steak dinner.
I'll take it.
Wayne Clinton's number two
in the Mac Baller lineup.
Apparently Felton leapfrogged
him to get to the top,
so we think that Wayne might
have engineered this bombing
in a move to take over.
He sent a lot of angry texts to Felton.
You know street gangs usually
play with g*ns, not bombs.
This would be a pretty serious
escalation.
We still have to put the pieces together,
- but there's something here.
- Yeah.
We already have a basic profile on Wayne.
[SIGHS] Okay, well, let's start
thickening that up and crash
those three known addresses.
Guys, check it out.
We may have a suspect: Wayne Clinton.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
You're not gonna take the FDR?
When we're in Indiana, you can navigate.
I've lived here for three years.
Really?
Look, just because you're
from Manhattan...
- I'm from Queens.
- Okay.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Hey, Jubal, we're three minutes out.
Hey, NYPD hit Wayne's regular hangouts.
They spotted him heading
into a strip club
called Maxie's on th Street.
- Did you hook him?
- No, the place is packed.
He's armed. They're waiting on backup.
All right.
Change of plans.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
We've got eyes on the door.
Copy.
[LOUD BASS-HEAVY MUSIC]
♪ ♪
I'm not pushing, but do you
want to talk about it?
If there was something to say.
A seven-year-old boy d*ed today,
and his mother blames me.
It just...
Bell, looks like
we might have our target.
Positive ID?
No, not yet.
Need to see his face. Stand by.
- It looks like Wayne.
- That's definitely him.
Go.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
Last thing we need tonight
is a car chase.
[LOUD expl*si*n]
Two separate att*cks,
confirmed casualties,
and we have no reason to
believe that this is over.
With Felton Ames
and Wayne Clinton both hit,
this is looking less like an inside move
and more like an outside g*ng
trying to take out Mac Ballers.
The question is, who's feeling strong?
Based on location and manpower,
we have to look at the other
gangs working the South Bronx:
G Shine, Bloodhound Brims,
and Sex Money m*rder.
Kristen, what does intel think?
All of them talk big games, but
from an analyst perspective,
when it comes to actually taking
over another set's business...
No one's organized enough.
No one's well-capitalized enough.
You need a lot of money
to get into the drug game.
Last year, Mac Ballers did
$ million in heroin alone.
Even if they're stepping
on every kilo hard,
grinding them down,
adding a pound of fentanyl,
that's a million dollars
a month in product costs,
which another set would
have to be able to pay.
On top of whatever they're spending
to keep their regular business going.
Unlikely any of the players
in the Bronx can afford that.
So who else is well-capitalized
and interested in the South Bronx?
We just found another b*mb.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]
Guys were in early setting
up for a basketball tournament.
They found it in a duffel bag
under the bleachers.
Any idea who'd want to b*mb
a community rec center?
I've only been director
here a few months.
I don't know. No freakin' clue.
I grew up down the street.
I was career Army. I just got back.
Miss the South Bronx?
I prefer Florida.
But my ma's had a diner
here for years.
She won't leave.
She gets robbed all the time.
I was there this morning,
and I go there in the mornings
and after work,
try to keep an eye on her.
You just broker g*ng truces on the side?
What?
MMG on his bicep
is for Murda Moore Gangsters.
Dymes Are Us over here
doesn't make it very hard.
You got guys from five
different gangs around, Brick.
So what's with the kumbaya
spirit here anyway?
As long as I'm in charge,
I don't have time for their crap.
They can get along, or they can
stay the hell out of the gym.
What's it look like?
Six grenades on a chain.
Cell phone trigger.
Whoever did this
knew what they were doing.
I haven't seen grenades
like these since West Point.
- Those are U.S. Army?
- Used to be.
They got higher-tech gear now.
But they dumped most of these
old expl*sives in El Salvador.
I'll call you back, Ma.
You got any MS- guys
in your band of bangers?
Are you kidding?
I got a hard enough time
with the black gangs.
The closest thing I got
is this Mexican kid.
He works as a handyman for me.
Gonna jump in on your chat
with the Mexican handyman.
No problem, but he's not
Mexican; he's Salvadoran.
I'm not MS- .
Do I look like one of those
guys with the face tattoos
and... and the crazy eyes?
No, but then you boys
were realizing it made our jobs too easy,
so now they look like you,
dress like you,
but still go out and b*at
people to death for fun.
All I do is work, every day.
We know.
And you're sending money
back home to Metapán.
Don't worry, we're not looking
to deport you.
We need your help figuring out
how some expl*sives
got from El Salvador to New York
into where you work.
I'm sure it was MS.
That's exactly why I stay
away from those guys.
I need to see you two for a minute.
I didn't want to believe MS-
had finally made their way
into New York City, but they're here.
This is security footage
from the rec center.
Can you zoom in?
You can just feel the crap
coming off that kid.
He put a b*mb in that gym, didn't flinch.
I'll close this.
Thanks, but he's young and he's scared.
I know how to handle him.
Okay.
Wilmer, at some point,
you and I are going to sit down
and discuss exactly how you got
involved with MS- :
who jumped you in, what choices
you had, everything.
- But not right now.
- I told you that...
Stop.
We have you on camera.
So take a deep breath
and let go of any hope you have
of talking your way out of this
and tell me who gave you that b*mb.
I... what the hell are you drawing?
I'm almost done.
If you don't ID the man who
gave you the b*mb right now,
I'm gonna walk out of this room
and I'm gonna call the FBI
office in El Salvador
and I'm going to get them to
find your brother in Metapán.
I'll claw back every single
penny you sent him.
Then I'm gonna take his house away.
I won't stop until he and your
little sisters have nothing left.
And then after I'm done with your family,
I'm gonna come down as hard as I can
on everyone else in your world
until you tell me what I want to know.
Name, now.
[LOUD BANG]
[expl*si*n]
Bernardo Funes!
Go, go, go, go.
This is the FBI!
Left door, clear!
Left room, clear!
Main room, clear!
All clear!
In here, back room.
Ma'am, ma'am, wake up.
[GASPS] What do you want?
Where's Bernardo?
He said he's gonna pay me
when he gets back.
Ugh, he said they don't like the light.
Mm.
A phone seared into human
flesh doesn't bother you,
- but you're afraid of...
- Shut up.
Fresh air doing you some good?
Think Wilmer held out on us?
I think he told us what he
knew about Bernardo Funes.
Now he's gonna tell us what he
knows about the rest of MS- ,
and we'll go from there.
You gonna thr*aten his family again?
You gonna thr*aten to s*ab
him in the throat again?
That drawing was really good, by the way.
Really sold it.
I wasn't selling anything.
I only showed Wilmer because he asked.
Look, if we'd have known he was in MS- ,
we would have put him in special housing.
Don't you check g*ng affiliation
before tossing someone into gen pop?
Always, but the kid denied it.
I can't believe
they got to him this quick.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
And we still haven't
found the kid's heart.
There's nothing the FBI does
better than a manhunt,
which is good because Bell
and Zidan's lead is dead
and the MS- members we're bringing in
swear they're not moving
on the black drug gangs
and Bernardo Funes is still a ghost.
Fortunately, of New York's
finest and our tech gurus
got together to give us a hand,
so here we go.
Bernardo gives Wilmer the bag,
moves north from the rec center.
He's walking, so he's probably
not going very far.
He's moving like
he's got somewhere to be,
fast, no stops,
until we lose our visual on th Street.
th's not far
from where Bernardo lives.
But once he realized his b*mb was found,
did he go to ground
in his own neighborhood
or get the hell out of the city?
While you're keeping
public transit shut down,
we'll at least have slowed him
getting out.
Tell the mayor.
He keeps calling every hour
to see when it'll open back up.
We can call some counterterror guys in
for extra help if
you think you can spare them.
Or we go nuclear.
Put out his name, photo,
get the public involved.
He starts feeling like
everyone he sees is a thr*at,
that's when bad things happen.
[SIGHS] I know.
It's a risk.
We have his info queued up.
The networks are all waiting.
Make this prick famous.
All right, you have whatever
resource you need.
Do not let Bernardo slip.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
All right, here we go.
[PHONES RINGING]
Tips are coming in.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]
Green's likely sightings.
Looks like he's still in the Bronx.
Close to home if it's him.
He didn't have time to get out.
This is unit four heading north on th.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
I never saw Emmett Grant,
but I can't get him out of my head.
Lot of people made it out of
that building because of you.
That matters.
OA, that kid is dressed like Wilmer.
MS stamps these kids out of a mold.
Echo three, stay with the bike
for a minute.
Copy.
He's got to be going to see Bernardo.
There's an abandoned
building on the corner.
That's got to be it.
Crap, the kid bailed.
Wait.
OA.
Hey, you think that kid
felt our surveillance?
Yep.
Think he's headed for Bernardo in here?
Yep.
You realize if we go through
this door and Bernardo's
not in there, we're gonna be
explaining ourselves
to every lawyer
in the justice department?
Yep.
[g*nshots]
Try not to k*ll anyone.
Stop, now!
Drop what you're holding,
get on your knees.
We need him alive.
That's his choice.
Bernardo, you mess that up, you're
never gonna walk or talk again.
Is that what you really want?
I guarantee, you take one step forward
- and I'll put you down...
- [g*nsh*t]
Good God.
I sh*t him in the vest.
He's still alive.
[GROANS]
Looks like we got
the two-for-one over here,
the bad guy and the b*mb lab.
We found traces of blood on the
wire clippers in the b*mb lab.
Turns out the blood isn't yours.
So just like Wilmer was working for you,
you're working with someone else,
and that's your lifeline.
Who made those bombs, Bernardo?
We're gonna have a hard time
convincing a U.S. attorney
to show you any consideration
the longer you drag this out.
You can't help me.
There's no prison, no special
unit where they won't get to me.
I'm gonna die in prison no matter what.
I tell you anything,
I'm dead the day I arrive, like Wilmer.
I don't talk, you put me away.
I could live inside another years.
That's still better
than where I came from.
Yeah, so now we're left with
the blood from the b*mb lab.
And we ran it.
Didn't match any DNA
that we have on file.
So best evidence we got
and we can't use it?
No, I didn't say that.
You ever heard of genomic phenotyping?
The Bureau's doing amazing work on it.
It's bioinformatic software
that pulls genetic information
from blood samples
to generate a physical profile.
And gives us what,
a description of someone?
If you're lucky, you get a sketch.
I just got the report back
from the expl*sives lab.
The phone our b*mb-maker
used as a trigger
was a Handsma ,
the same kind of phones you guys
found in Bernardo's hideout.
It's old, cheap technology
sold mostly in Asia to years ago.
Why would the b*mb-maker
want to use that?
Because batteries back then
didn't have good temperature
sensors or fail-safes,
so they ignited more easily.
- You got deep on this.
- By the time I'm done,
I'll be able to build
one of these things,
which I knew we'd seen once before.
You remember that bombing attempt
at the synagogue in Riverdale last year?
Yeah, the device didn't go
off because the TATP was bad.
Different expl*sives, same detonator.
Before you guys started here,
we got close to tying that
att*ck to Robert Lawrence.
Robert Lawrence, why does
that name sound familiar?
Because you've seen him on TV.
He's the guy they always put on
when they want the alt-right
to seem legit.
Yeah, but if you listen
closely to his dog whistles,
the guy's a n*zi.
Are you familiar with Godwin's law?
It's the idea that the end point
of any intellectual debate
is one party calling the other a n*zi.
I'm not a n*zi.
You prefer white nationalist?
I prefer Americanist.
Except in your America,
it's okay to blow up Jews,
African Americans?
I don't believe in v*olence
as a means to any social end.
Please.
So what do you believe in, Mr. Lawrence?
The Fund for National Greatness
was founded to examine public policy
under a single objective lens:
is it good for our country?
So you protested the opening
of a synagogue,
then tried to b*mb it, because
it was bad for America?
I told your colleagues last year,
I don't know about the b*mb.
I do know New York has more synagogues
than any city outside of Israel.
And that's a problem for you?
They pushed out a hospice,
and we don't have enough of those.
Oh, so what you're really
passionate about is health care?
We spend billions of dollars
on these people
in the last year of their life.
% of that is in the final few months.
I mean, don't you see
the absurdity in that?
You must be the most boring
speaker at these hate rallies.
It's not a joke.
We should put these people in hospices,
let them die the way God intended,
and then spend that money...
Let's go back to talking about bombings
on synagogues and minority communities.
Is our conversation
too difficult for you
to follow, Agent Zidan?
You must be terribly conflicted.
We're not here to discuss politics.
Or maybe you and your partner
can't handle uncomfortable truths.
[CHUCKLES]
Don't you have anything to say?
Not to you.
You know, Robert Lawrence
partnering with MS- here,
it makes sense.
I mean, MS started
to protect Salvadoran refugees
from black street gangs,
so he taps into that hate.
Right, bombings appeal to their
taste for hyper v*olence,
makes a way bigger statement
than gunning down people ever could.
MS runs a low-dollar extortion racket.
That brings them into the drug game.
They start making real money.
But what's driving Lawrence here?
Two things.
First, he needs cash.
That think t*nk Lawrence runs?
The Fund for National Greatness.
- It's underwater.
- What?
Isn't that place the crème de la crème
of the white supremacist movement?
It is, but he just took out
three separate bank loans,
each for $ million.
million's a lot more than he'd need
for expanding programs and outreach.
But about right to cover the buy-in
on the Mac Baller drug territory.
Lawrence fronts that cash to MS- ,
they do the dirty work,
both organizations get massive
inflows of cash.
Okay, so what's the second thing
Lawrence gets out of this?
He starts a race w*r.
"Mud people" start blowing each other up.
This has Lawrence written all over it.
He's behind this.
Well, we got warrants for his phones,
so we're looking into everyone
he's talked to.
And I got two dozen agents
in Lawrence's neighborhood
up in Scarsdale, and we're going floor
to floor in his office building.
- [KNOCK ON DOOR]
- Hi, I have the results
on the blood you found in the b*mb lab,
but I'm supposed to tell you,
genomic phenotyping
is a developing technology...
I'm familiar with the caveats,
but you guys are
getting pretty damn good.
[SIGHS]
b*mb-maker look like anyone we know?
You spent your time in the army
with the th engineer brigade
building roads, digging trenches.
But you also earned your Sapper Tab.
OA had to tell me that
that's what they called
the guys that blow things up.
Then a few years later, you crossed paths
with Robert Lawrence in Fort Bragg,
where he did a stint in the army intel.
Fortunately, not in my old unit.
You served?
Yeah, and I would
have mentioned it to you
when we met, but you're really
not the kind of guy
I want to get a beer with.
They pay you extra
to drag this affirmative action
baboon around?
They don't pay either of us enough
for dealing with people like you.
The good news is,
we've already got you
for building those bombs.
So as soon as you tell us
everything we want to know
about Lawrence's involvement,
we never have to see each other again.
Except maybe in court.
Right, but that'll be quick,
just telling the judge he cooperated.
Yeah, unless he doesn't.
Then it gets ugly.
Right.
I'll tell you everything,
but first you got to drop
all the charges against me.
I can't leave my mother alone with
those animals in the South Bronx.
- [DOOR BUZZES]
- Then maybe she can move
near whatever federal prison
you'll be rotting in.
I'm serious.
[SCOFFS] You may think you're serious,
but I can assure you, you're not.
We're close on Lawrence.
We need you to finish it now.
We searched Brick's house,
found $ , in cash.
Payment from Lawrence
for building the bombs?
We can't find any record
of them calling each other,
but at some point,
they must have connected.
- Jubal's comparing their timelines now.
- Okay.
How you dealing with this?
Because swallowing hard isn't a plan.
Well, the job doesn't stop, so I don't.
Eventually, you outrun it.
Did that work with your husband?
I'm sorry, it just felt
more disrespectful for me
to pretend I didn't know.
Were you really back to work
a few days after he d*ed?
Guy drove a truck down
a sidewalk on Halloween.
It was all hands on deck.
- Just saying, if I can help...
- I'll let you know.
Okay.
Thank you.
All right, so Lawrence
commuted back and forth
from Scarsdale to Midtown
every day this week.
So he's in his office...
And Brick is in the South Bronx.
Right.
Not a lot of holes where they can
get together to buy tiki torches
let alone plan a whole bombing spree.
Doesn't seem like it.
Except the day we caught Bernardo.
Lawrence left his office at : p.m.,
didn't make it home till : p.m.
That drive takes, what, an hour?
Okay, so maybe there was some traffic,
but also it gave enough time for Lawrence
to make a quick detour
through the South Bronx...
Brick's mother's diner.
I have no idea who Robert Lawrence is,
and I don't give a flying crap.
What are you three looking at?
Mind your own business or get out.
Mrs. Peters... okay.
She must make one hell of a burger.
Mrs. Peters, we have
a warrant to search your diner.
Screw your warrant.
Okay.
Brick didn't have a chance, did he?
Nope.
What are you doing down there?
Keep your filthy hands out of my food,
or I'm gonna sue the FBI!
[WATER DRIPPING]
Maggie, I got something.
What?
No one would have noticed
this box coming in.
What are you talking about?
The grenades. There's in a box.
We can account for
that Brick used so far.
- How many are left?
- None.
Lawrence has one more b*mb.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
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There's one more b*mb.
Any idea where it is?
No, but Lawrence must.
Does he really think he's smart enough
to take out one more target?
Or he figures he's facing
m*rder charges anyway
and has nothing to lose.
Where is he?
CBS studios, he's about
to go on a news show.
You have enough to arrest him?
Legally, we still need to get
there, but I know it's him.
There's no doubt.
Just try not to take him down on live TV.
Got it.
You know, I've seen
a lot of bad guys in this job:
human traffickers,
serial K*llers,
pedophiles.
But you know what
they all have in common?
They love their mothers.
I asked for a glass of water
about an hour and a half ago.
What is wrong with you people?
- Is this humane?
- Where's the last b*mb?
- Please don't do this.
- Where's the last b*mb?
Lawrence had me
give it directly to a runner
after Bernardo was caught.
- To plant where?
- He has a list of the housing projects
the big drug gangs run in the Bronx.
But I don't think he's bringing down
the whole building this time.
The last b*mb is packed with nails.
So he's going after
a crowd of people somewhere.
What else did you
and Lawrence talk about?
The only other thing I told him:
the cell phone batteries are cheap.
They die fast.
They only have enough power
to work as a trigger
for about hours.
And you gave him that b*mb
this time yesterday?
Last b*mb is going off any minute.
Lawrence must have timed it
to blow while he's on TV.
Good alibi.
It is designed to k*ll
as many people as possible.
Do we have any idea where?
Not yet.
Quiet, guys.
Am I dismayed by the bombings? Of course.
Am I surprised by them? No.
So black people are getting blown up
and you're not surprised?
The v*olence in that community
is a symptom of a larger dysfunction
that no one wants to address.
Yes, but is that really true?
People in the community of Mott Haven
are out in the streets
pleading for change.
[PEOPLE SHOUTING]
Could be targeting them.
All right, let's get out there, people.
Prayer service happening at the
site of the apartment bombing.
He could att*ck there too.
Yeah, he could do the same thing there.
That would indicate
a community engaged, Andrea?
- [CELL PHONE RINGS]
- It does, it does.
Maggie, hi.
Hey, I think Lawrence
is gonna hit the summit.
It was planned yesterday. It's indoors.
It's filled with minority leaders.
Kristen is speaking there.
Okay, we'll deal with Lawrence.
Come on, we got to play this guy.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Jubal, I can't really talk right now.
The b*mb is there! Clear the hall!
I can try, but I...
No, it's that or find the b*mb, Kristen.
Okay.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC SWELLS]
♪ ♪
Excuse me, sir?
If we could just circle back for a second
to what's happening right now:
prayer vigils, demonstrations,
are these effective measures
towards solutions?
You know, we can only hope
to help these people
if we're willing to be honest
about root causes.
That's just code
for r*cist victim-blaming.
Systemic, institutionalized
racism is the real...
Sorry, I have to cut you off right here.
We're gonna go now live
to that summit in the Bronx
where they are evacuating that building.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]
Okay, all right, excuse me,
excuse me, ma'am.
- b*mb!
- b*mb!
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
Okay.
What exactly are you accusing me of?
Conspiracy to commit m*rder.
Conspiracy to commit a hate crime.
Conspiracy, which means you have no proof
that I actually did anything.
Or we do, and it turns out
you're the one that can't
handle uncomfortable truths.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]
I think I'd like to call my lawyer.
You should.
My phone is in that bag.
Can I reach in and get it
without you sh**ting me?
[CELL PHONE BUZZES]
I'll take that as a yes.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Oh, I do have to get the number.
[PHONE LINE RINGING]
Hello?
[SIGHS]
Hello?
You know, the most
pathetic part about this
wasn't you thinking you outsmarted us.
It was the joy in your face
imagining all those people dying.
Do you know what you made possible
that is good for our country?
This.
Hey, so you guys got Lawrence processed?
Fingerprinted, photographed,
and into a prison jumpsuit.
What'd he have to say for himself?
For the first time, nothing.
Tough hours but the right result.
Kidnapping in Battery Park.
Good work.
When I said I was willing to help, I...
I told you I'd let you know.
And I did.
All you need is a ride?
For now.
Okay.
Would you like to sign in and
leave a note for the family?
No, thank you.
Heavenly Father,
we thank you for this day
as we come to say farewell
to this young boy.
We pray, O, God,
that you comfort this family.
[SOMBER MUSIC SWELLS]
♪ ♪