[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Nice to see you again.
It's all there.
Feel free to count it.
♪ ♪
Look, I know we talked
about this before,
but I just need to hear you say
it one more time.
[CHUCKLES]
You're a true patriot, Tom.
Not sure about that,
but I have my rules.
I know the lines I'm willing
to cross and the ones I'm not.
We understand.
- So if you don't mind...
- Like I said before,
we will not use it here in America.
I promise.
♪ ♪
Here you go, fellas.
Hope everything works out for you.
Thank you, Tom.
We appreciate this very much.
- [g*nshots]
- [GROANS]
♪ ♪
Okay. Have you thought about Tinder?
- [LAUGHS] Tinder?
- Hmm.
No. I'm an FBI agent.
And that does not mean that we can't
sign up for dating apps, Maggie.
Absolutely not.
You know, I'm gonna meet
somebody the old-fashioned way.
- Oh?
- Yeah.
Like a grocery store or maybe
at a dive bar playing pool.
- Playing pool?
- Mm-hmm.
So you want to ignore this
incredible piece of technology
and hope that Mr. Right bumps into you
while you are buying grapes?
Yep.
- Good luck.
- [LAUGHS]
Man, I would love to know
how to do that.
Looks awesome.
Okay, go to Montauk,
take some surf lessons.
Mm. I mean, I would, but you know.
FBI agents aren't allowed
to take surf lessons either.
- I forgot.
- No.
I'm afraid of the ocean.
[CLEARS THROAT]
- Did someone in your family...
- What, die?
No, nothing like that.
It's just... scary.
What? You don't have
any irrational fears?
- [PHONE BUZZES]
- Just have it all together?
My fears are rational, Maggie.
Hmm.
Hello?
Okay. We're on the way. Let's go.
Victim's name is Tom Hamilton,
a security guard
at the Federal Reserve Bank...
Reason why we reached out to you guys.
sh*t three times in the chest.
Found the casings, nine millimeter.
Okay, we're gonna need that
sent to Fed for processing.
- Not a problem.
- Any witnesses?
None that we can find.
No security cameras.
Was this a robbery?
Doubt it. Wallet is still in his pocket.
Watch still on his wrist.
Okay. I'll get Ian to scrub this.
Maybe we can give you some answers.
Great.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Oh... [CRYING]
Victim's wife.
[SOBBING]
I thought he was going to work.
That's what he told me, anyway.
Does Tom have friends
in this part of town?
No, not that I know of.
Well, had anything unusual
been going on?
Did he owe anyone money?
[BLOWS AIR] We had credit card bills.
- Did he gamble?
- No.
He doesn't believe in it.
He was a good man.
He was in the m*llitary for years.
God, family, country,
that's what he cared about.
That's how he lived his life.
Just doesn't explain
why he woke up this morning
and drove to a remote area like this.
Was anybody threatening him?
Had there been any harassment?
No.
Are they...
I need to see him.
I need to say goodbye.
Okay.
All right, so we have
a federal security guard,
a seemingly ordinary husband,
father of three sh*t
in a deserted industrial park
in the early hours of the morning.
So why was he there?
Was he meeting someone?
Any issues with law enforcement?
None. Not even a parking ticket.
Have we learned anything from his car?
GPS shows Hamilton left his home
and drove directly to where
he was k*lled.
- No detours.
- Okay.
So it seems like this
was a pre-planned meeting.
He tells his wife he's going to work,
but he goes to this vacant
industrial park.
So there's no text on his cell phone
discussing the meeting?
Calls to the person he was meeting?
No, I looked through
several weeks of data.
Most of his calls and texts
were to his wife and kids.
Hey, great news.
NYPD ShotSpotter caught
the sound of the sh**ting.
Gives us an exact time
of the m*rder: : a.m.
Oh, okay. Its camera pick up anything?
No, but I found traffic cam
footage two blocks away.
Shows a blue Lexus blowing
through a red light at : ,
two minutes after our sh*ts.
Might be our sh**t.
♪ ♪
Plates come back to a Toyota Camry.
Okay. So they're using cold plates.
Can we get a better sh*t
of the driver and passenger?
Negative.
Tried running facial rec,
image is too weak.
Guys, we need to find
another sh*t of this car, yeah?
Send Tiffany and Scola
to the victim's house.
Have them talk to the wife again.
Let's get a better picture
of who Hamilton really was
and have them grab any computers
- and electronic devices.
- Yeah, yeah.
♪ ♪
We don't have a computer.
Okay. What about a tablet?
You know, like a iPad?
No, no, we weren't into
all that high-tech stuff.
Ma'am, we checked your
husband's emails and texts.
Most of the emails that he sent
were from a computer, not a phone.
So we know you're lying.
We're not here to judge you
or your husband.
Just trying to figure out what happened.
Come on. Angie, talk to us.
We're on your side.
[SIGHS]
I... I just don't wanna go to jail.
What do you mean?
Why would you be afraid of that?
Tom was a good man.
But he started getting these crazy ideas
about the country, the government.
So he wanted to be ready.
Ready for what?
The revolution.
♪ ♪
I never came in here, but I
sort of knew what was inside.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
This one's empty.
GB gas projectile. What is that?
That's sarin gas.
I thought we got rid of
chemical weapons years ago.
Ma'am, we're gonna need you
to come down to Fed.
I thought you said
I wasn't gonna have to come in.
That was before we knew
that you were in possession
of one of the deadliest weapons
ever made.
♪ ♪
Angie, how would Tom have gotten access
to sarin gas and all
of the other weapons?
His last assignment
was lieutenant in charge
of Blue Grass Depot's armory.
Are you saying he stole it?
I didn't ask.
But like I said,
he was obsessed with this idea
of the government
turning against its people.
Started spending hours
in these crazy chat rooms.
So he found other like-minded people.
You think it's possible that one of them
might have k*lled Tom for the sarin gas?
Tom said they were patriots like him.
Why would they k*ll him?
I know how it sounds,
but the facts are the facts.
The sarin gas crate was empty
and Tom's dead.
So that's most likely what happened.
If Tom... if Tom did it,
he did it for me.
What do you mean?
He'd recently been diagnosed
with pancreatic cancer,
and he kept saying that
he wanted to make sure
that I had a good life after he passed.
And I said that I was fine,
that he didn't need to worry,
and he kept saying that he was
gonna cash out a few things,
leave me a lot of money
so that I could
live comfortably without him.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Well, if you're looking for a payday,
sarin gas is a valuable commodity
to a particular group of people.
- You mean t*rrorists?
- Yeah.
The reason we signed the
Chemical Weapons Treaty in
is because the effect its
deployment has are horrendous.
- I've seen it with my own eyes.
- Agreed.
So let's track down
these two men in the blue Lexus
before something horrendous happens.
Yes, ma'am.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
I can't believe Hamilton
stole sarin gas.
I mean, I don't care how scared
of the government you are.
He knows exactly how
dangerous this stuff really is.
Well, the fact that he's
using it as a payday
to leave money to his wife?
We need antidote needles just in case.
What?
Sarin gas targets your
neuromuscular junctions,
where your nerves meet your muscles.
- Mm-hmm.
- After about a few minutes,
you are left paralyzed
from your head to your toes.
You sit there completely
helpless trying to breathe,
but you can't.
You feel all of it and after
about , minutes...
you die.
You've seen it deployed?
Yeah, in Mosul.
And it was the scariest thing
I have ever seen, Maggie.
And I think that we all need
to be scared of this.
♪ ♪
Okay, I found a series
of encrypted conversations
between Hamilton and another person
regarding the potential sale
of "yellow stuff."
Now, I'm guessing that's code
for mustard gas.
It's technically not the same as sarin,
which is clear, but it's close enough.
Can you cr*ck the firewall,
see who this other guy is?
I already tried.
Did they say why they wanted it?
Yeah... said he wanted to take revenge
against the Syrian government
for k*lling his family three years ago.
So they're getting the gas here
and then bringing it back
to Syria? That's backwards.
I mean, how did they expect to
smuggle it out of the country?
Maybe they have access
to a private plane?
Even then it'd be difficult
to conceal a projectile that size.
It seems like Hamilton
was concerned about that too.
Why do you say that?
Okay, according to these texts,
Hamilton was worried that the buyer
was going to use
the sarin here in America.
So he said he first wanted to meet up
with the buyer face-to-face
to discuss his plans
for the item being sold.
The only reason why
they would k*ll Hamilton
is if they were lying to him
and they intend
to use it here in the U.S.
This face-to-face meeting,
where did it take place?
Overbrook Avenue, Brooklyn.
I'm on it.
According to Ian, they met four days ago
- at : p.m. in Brooklyn.
- Mm.
Little more. Little more.
- Yep.
- Got it.
Okay.
Okay, that's good enough
for facial rec, yeah?
Yep. We got a hit. Hakeen Abbas.
All right. Eyes up.
Age , Syrian national,
here on a work visa.
Looks like he's a scientist.
Been employed at three biotech
firms over the past years.
Last one was called Gen Research.
But he doesn't work for them now?
No, it doesn't look like it.
Do you have a current address on file?
No, but he's got a sister
who lives in Astoria.
Go. We'll send you the address.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Ma'am, we're looking for your brother.
I don't know where he is.
He came by my house last night,
asked to borrow my car.
- What kind of car?
- A Lexus.
- Is it a dark blue one?
- Yes.
- Does it have a GPS?
- It doesn't.
Can someone please tell me
what the hell going on?
We think that your brother
is in possession
of a dangerous and illegal w*apon.
It's a serious crime.
You're not surprised to hear me
say that, are you?
My brother's not well.
Not well? What do you mean?
He's in a different world.
All he talks about
is the government and politics.
That's why I kicked him out
a few weeks ago.
He's been getting scary.
Okay. What prompted all of this?
He lost both his sons,
my nephews three years ago
in a m*ssile att*ck in Syria.
He never recovered.
The whole thing is so sad.
Hakeem is such a brilliant man.
But ever since the United States
dropped those bombs in Damascus...
he's been checked out,
like something inside broke.
Okay, ma'am, we really need
to find your brother.
I'm telling you,
I don't know where he is.
Does he have a cell phone?
No, at least none that I know of.
Where does he live?
Ma'am, your brother and another man
k*lled someone this morning.
sh*t them three times in the chest,
and they were driving your car,
which means
we can charge you as well.
I don't know anything about that.
I was just trying to help him out.
- He's my brother.
- Where is he staying?
Hey, this is your last chance.
OA.
Or you will be arrested, Zara.
Do you understand?
He moved into a house
in Flushing with another man.
- What's the man's name?
- His first name is Nassar.
Says he lost family members
in the att*ck as well.
They met online in some chat room.
They both believe America needs to pay
for its crimes against Syria.
Their words, not mine.
And that's all I know.
We need that address right now.
Now.
♪ ♪
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
Hakeem Abbas, this is the FBI!
We need to talk.
Anybody home?
♪ ♪
OA, don't!
[GRUNTS] What the...
Do not breach. Do not breach.
There's an IED in the house.
No chemical component to the b*mb?
No... a claymore with
a trip wire attached.
Serial number indicates
it was U.S. Army issue.
Okay.
So our victim Hamilton
obviously sold Abbas
more than sarin gas munition.
Yeah, it looks like it,
but it's still not adding up.
Abbas is a biotech engineer.
He shouldn't have experience
with stuff like this.
Yeah, but you can learn anything
on the internet these days.
And plus, with his
educational background...
Not like this.
Positioning a claymore
to do maximum damage
takes practice and knowhow.
There were two men in the black car
that fled the crime scene, correct?
Yeah.
The sister said that Abbas
was living with Nassar.
There's a good chance that he was
the other guy in the car with him.
Yeah.
All right, folks, listen up.
The stakes have been raised.
According to his sister,
Abbas and his associate
or associates' beef is with the
United States, not with Syria.
So that sarin gas, they likely
intend on using that
here in New York City,
unless we find them.
Add to that they anticipated our visit
and planned accordingly,
we got work to do.
- Let's go.
- Good news.
NYPD just recovered their
blue Lexus over in Brooklyn.
Okay, good. So they're feeling the heat,
they ditch the car.
Get Tiffany and Scola over there ASAP.
Yeah.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Any witnesses see the car being dumped?
No. And the car reeks of bleach.
Looks like they wiped it down inside.
So much for finding any evidence.
What you got?
Camera on the west side
of that building.
Any luck, it might have caught
Abbas ditching the car.
How are we doing with that
building security camera footage?
Just finished downloading it.
Okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. There he is.
♪ ♪
Okay, he's getting into that...
You run the plates on the beamer?
Yep.
DV records indicate
it was stolen out
of Manhattan a few hours ago.
Rewind it.
Huh. I can't see the driver.
Let's hope he didn't disable the GPS.
Uh-huh, he didn't.
It's showing he's currently
on the move in Brooklyn.
Uh-huh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.
Wait. It's stationary there.
Can you get traffic cams?
Already on it. This is a live visual.
Can you punch in on the driver's face?
Running facial rec now.
Got a hit.
Nassar Ali, Syrian-born,
and currently wanted
for t*rror1st activity
against American troops overseas.
All right, folks.
This is our second suspect.
Let's dig in.
Nassar. That's the name of the
guy that was living with Abbas.
His sister said they met in a chat room
and that his family had been
k*lled in Damascus as well.
Well, obviously he's the one
with the IED expertise,
which means
he's an experienced insurgent.
If that's the case, they won't
stop at just a single att*ck.
Yeah, get Tiffany and Scola
over there to intercept ASAP.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
You got nowhere to go, Nassar!
Out of the car
with your hands in the air now.
We got civilians in the line of fire.
♪ ♪
Okay. Okay.
No need for g*ns.
Turn the car off and show me your hands!
- Do it now!
- Yeah.
Yeah. Whatever you want.
Just don't sh**t.
You with the phone, step away now!
I said hands!
Show me your hands!
Hands!
[g*nshots]
sh*ts fired.
We need backup at our location
immediately.
[g*n CLICKS]
He's running!
♪ ♪
Damn it.
[SIREN BLARING]
[TIRES SCREECH]
Hey.
We need to set up a containment now.
Four block radius.
Our suspect was last seen
heading northbound.
- Copy that.
- Go.
Hey, Tiff, we need to secure
this BMW right away.
Yeah.
Hey, hold on.
Hey, they found the BMW.
Nassar opened fire.
No one was hit,
but he did manage to escape.
NYPD contain the area?
Yeah, but we have not found him yet.
What about the sarin gas munition?
No, but I sent the K- unit
down to check for traces.
Which means it's either
already been planted
or still in Abbas' possession.
[SIGHS] Right.
Well, every available agent
is heading down to the containment now.
- Good. Find this bastard.
- Yeah.
We've got the place buttoned up.
- No way he's broken containment.
- Good to hear.
Keep your people in place
while our agents
set up a grid search on foot.
- Anything?
- Dog alerted on the trunk,
so the sarin gas shell
was in here at some point.
The bag's from the hardware store here.
- Explains why he came here.
- So what's he buying?
Electronic housing components
and a timer.
Everything you need to make a b*mb.
There are multiple timers in here.
All right. I'll bring Jubal up to speed.
♪ ♪
- Jubal?
- Yeah. Nassar is still on the loose,
but he left behind items
that indicate he and Abbas
are planning on making more
than one b*mb.
- [EXHALES]
- Yeah.
- I might have something.
- Yeah.
I've been scrubbing the
vehicle's prior GPS records...
Where it went, stopped.
And after leaving the crime scene
where they ditched
the sister's car, the BMW
drove directly to an industrial building
in upstate New York,
then to the hardware store
where Scola and Tiffany
confronted Nassar.
So he probably dropped Abbas
at the first stop he made.
What type of building? A hotel?
No. It's a private biotech lab.
Gen Research.
Why does that sound familiar?
That's the company Abbas
last worked for.
But records show it was
shuttered about six months ago.
Well, if you're gonna transfer sarin gas
into another devices,
you need a lab, an empty lab.
All right, get Maggie and OA
over there now.
Yeah, it's a -minute drive at least.
It is, but it's
a whole hell a lot faster
in a bureau chopper.
Thank you.
Okay, there's a SWAT team
with protective gear on their
way to the lab now.
Our plan is to get eyes
on the place and wait
- for their arrival.
- Well, ground crew just said
that we're looking at
a -minute flight.
How far is SWAT and HAZMAT?
, maybe more.
- That's not good.
- I know.
It's not ideal, but we need
to wait for the protective gear
and you have to trust me
on this one, okay?
Okay. Let's go.
[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]
[SIREN BLARES]
Everything to the east
has already been checked.
Okay, it's only a matter
of time before we find them.
[g*nsh*t]
♪ ♪
I'll cover.
We have an agent down.
We need an ambulance
at our location ASAP.
♪ ♪
He's dead.
Be advised, our suspect
is in possession of an FBI raid jacket.
Any agent that is not
immediately recognized
should be approached
with extreme caution.
♪ ♪
Come on. He's gotta be somewhere.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Kelly, anything on the traffic cams?
Negative. No sign of him yet.
I've been scanning
street security feeds.
Haven't seen any...
Wait. I think I have him.
Yeah?
- Okay. Is this live?
- Mm-hmm.
Hey, we got eyes on the suspect.
He's walking southbound on Newel Street.
♪ ♪
Suspect is fleeing northbound
on Newel Street.
♪ ♪
- [TIRES SCREECH]
- [CAR HORN HONKS]
Get down!
♪ ♪
Nassar! It's over.
Put your damn hands in the air.
Hands in the air.
♪ ♪
[g*nshots]
We got a suspect down. Roll an ambulance
to the block of Till Street.
He's dead.
Burner phone. Maybe this will help.
I'll get the information
from it to the JOC.
Yeah.
Yeah. Keep going.
Ian, what are we getting
from Nassar's burner?
I want every location called,
every text sent.
Not showing any texts,
and the cell's only been
used to call one other number.
- Okay. Who's it registered to?
- No idea. It's another burner.
But the last call was made
five minutes before Nassar was k*lled.
Okay, that's probably
Nassar warning Abbas
that we're onto to them.
Can we ping the location
from the second burner?
Already did... it's bouncing
off a tower within a block
of that upstate medical lab
where Abbas used to work.
Isobel, we have eyes on the perimeter.
Change of plans.
We think Nassar warned Abbas.
What does that mean for us?
It means we do not have time
to wait for SWAT.
We need you to make entry now.
SWAT is about minutes out.
It might be better to contain the area
- and wait for them to arrive
- Negative.
If Abbas has flood the area
with the sarin gas,
we need to know as soon as possible.
I know it's not ideal,
but we need to get answers fast.
Okay.
Kelly, you find the schematics
- for that building yet?
- Yeah. Just uploaded it.
Okay, great.
Hey, Maggie and OA, looking at
the plans for the building.
Looks like there are five labs
inside of it.
I mean, all suitable
for Abbas' needs, right?
So you're gonna have to clear
each and every one of them.
Copy that.
Okay. We're making entry now.
We got a lot of ground to cover.
- We need to split up.
- Okay.
Keep a look out for IEDs.
If Abbas has been warned,
we don't know what he's done to prepare.
Okay. Keep each other updated
every time you clear a lab.
Hey, Jubal, we're splitting up.
OA's taking the east side
of the building.
I'm taking the west.
Yeah. That's a good idea.
Just be safe, please.
♪ ♪
Okay, Mags, I got a trip wire.
Be careful.
♪ ♪
Lab on the first floor is clear.
East side lab is clear.
Copy that.
Clearing the stairwell.
Heading up to the second floor.
♪ ♪
OA, we got another IED in the stairwell.
You gotta watch yourself.
Roger that.
- [DOOR CLANGS]
- [g*nshots]
sh*ts fired. Second floor. It's Abbas.
Copy that. I'm on my way.
Maggie, contain the area
and wait for OA.
I'm already in pursuit.
I'm on my way, Maggie.
Hold your position.
Do not pursue!
♪ ♪
- [g*nsh*t]
- [GASPS]
Abbas, there's nowhere to go.
I want you to put your g*n down
and show me your hands.
Listen, enough people have been hurt.
This needs to end now.
End it?
Never!
♪ ♪
Nassar is dead.
I'm telling you it is over.
Put down your w*apon and
show me your hands right now.
No, it's not over.
I know that you're hurting, Abbas.
I spoke with your sister Zara.
I know that both your sons were k*lled.
But causing more pain and suffering
is not gonna bring them back.
Look, your only way out of this
is if you surrender
and you show me your hands now.
♪ ♪
- No!
- [g*nshots]
[CANNISTER CLATTERS]
No!
[CLATTERS, HISSES]
Maggie, get out of there!
- [ALARM BLARING]
- Door closing.
[DOOR WHOOSHES]
- No, no, no, no!
- [GRUNTS]
No. [PANTING]
OA, we have a situation.
Abbas is down, but one of
the sarin canisters is open.
I can't get out.
OA, please. [BREATHES HEAVILY]
[PANTING]
I'm coming, Maggie.
- OA, where are you?
- I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.
I can't open the door.
Please, there's gotta be,
like, a button.
If there's anything,
please open this door.
[GRUNTING, PANTING]
- I'm trying. I'm trying.
- Please. Please. Come on.
It's sealed. Okay, listen.
I need you to find something
to cover your mouth, okay?
A mask, anything.
Oh, my God.
♪ ♪
[PANTING]
Okay. Stay away from the door!
[PANTING]
- It's not...
- OA. OA, come on.
It's not gonna go.
Maggie, it's not gonna go.
OA, please, you've gotta
get me out of here.
Maggie, I need you
to slow your breathing.
Okay? Slow your breathing.
Come on. You've gotta find a way.
Please, get me out of here!
No, no. Stay with me.
SWAT is on the way. Okay?
- Oh, my God.
- Hey, hey.
Right here, okay? Slow your breathing.
OA?
I need you to slow your breathing.
I can't really breathe anymore.
- No, no, no. Stay with me.
- OA.
Stay with me. Hey. Hey, stay with me!
[WEAKLY] I can't really breathe.
[BREATHES SHAKILY]
Please.
No, no.
[BANGS ON DOOR]
- OA?
- No, no!
No, Maggie!
[GASPING]
♪ ♪
Maggie!
♪ ♪
OA, you've gotta find
something heavy enough
to break that glass.
Find me a doctor and expert
in sarin gas now.
How far are the SWAT?
Approximately miles away.
Okay, OA, SWAT is still minutes out
with protective gear.
We also have local police
and ERT on their way.
Keep looking.
She does not have minutes.
I have to breach now.
No, I understand,
but we've gotta have a plan first.
We are tracking down
a specialist as we speak.
- Where are we, Kelly?
- Yeah.
I got a biologist coming down
from the lab,
former medical doctor.
Meet him at the elevator. Go.
You need to find something
heavy to break that glass, OA.
[TENSE MUSIC]
All right, we have an agent
who's been exposed
to sarin gas. She's unconscious.
- How long has she?
- Three minutes ago.
We need to get her out of there now.
She needs fresh air.
We don't have much time.
We have an agent at the scene,
but he does not have protective gear.
Let me talk to him.
OA, listen up.
This is Dr. Hollander. You need to find
some sort of PPE, a shield,
a proper surgical mask.
I'm in an empty building.
There are not a lot of options.
I'm going in now.
I need two minutes, max.
No, you need protection.
Two minutes is too long.
- She's gonna die, doctor!
- I know.
But if you go in without
a mask, you'll die too.
Only chance you have to help her,
to save her is finding some
type of protective gear.
Anything that covers your eyes,
nose, and mouth.
Damn it!
The lab self-sealed because of the leak.
If you breach a window
significantly enough
and fresh air is introduced,
there's a chance the lock
will probably disengage.
What do you mean "probably?"
Just being honest.
You still have those
antidote needles, OA?
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
- Yes, two.
- Great.
Just be sure to use 'em
the second you're outside.
Fresh air first,
antidote needles second.
Should I inject myself before I go in?
Negative. If you use the syringe
before the onset of symptoms,
it will be ineffective.
- Will a painter's mask do?
- Yes, it's fine.
There's still a risk
the gas penetrates the skin.
- You should cover...
- Damn it!
I found them. I'm going in.
Go, go, go.
[PANTING]
Oh, God. Oh, God.
♪ ♪
[BANGING]
[GRUNTS]
- [GRUNTING]
- [GLASS SHATTERING]
♪ ♪
Come on.
[DOOR BEEPS, WHOOSHES]
Come on, come on, come on! Come on!
Hey, hey, I got you, Mag.
I got you. [GRUNTING]
I got you. I got you.
♪ ♪
Okay. Okay. Okay.
I got you. I got you.
You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.
[SIRENS BLARING]
♪ ♪
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[PANTING]
We're in here! Move out the way!
Speak up, please, please, please.
It's gonna be okay, Maggie, please.
You're gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
♪ ♪
You awake? Hey.
How you feeling?
I'm okay.
Yeah? Good. So what'd they say?
The exposure was minimal.
They just need to run a few more tests.
Yeah. Okay, great.
How's Maggie?
Uh, you know, her exposure
was more significant,
so her damage will be,
but we don't know what that means yet.
I wanna see her.
Yeah. Well, you need to rest.
Jubal, I have to see her now.
OA, OA, OA.
[SOLEMN MUSIC]
Please.
Room .
♪ ♪
- Hey.
- Hey.
Any updates?
Doctor said that he's hopeful.
Hopeful? What the hell
is that supposed to mean?
Said that there is a reasonable chance
she'll make a full recovery.
A good chance.
♪ ♪
[EXHALES SHAKILY]
[SNIFFS]
[EXHALES]
♪ ♪
Hey, Maggie.
It's OA.
I don't know
if you can hear me, but, uh...
the doctor said that
you just need to get some rest
and then you can come back to work
because I need you to come back to work.
'Cause you're not checking out on me.
[SNIFFS]
I'm not gonna allow it.
Do you understand me?
[SNIFFS]
Do you understand me?
I'm here and I'm gonna be here
for you, okay?
Because I need you.
[SNIFFS]
I need you.
I can't do this without you.
I don't wanna do this without you.
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
♪ ♪
There she is.
It's gonna be okay.
♪ ♪
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[WOLF HOWLS]