All language subtitles for FBI.S07E19.en

- Come on, Daddy.

- I'm telling you,
Rutgers is gonna

bust everyone's bracket.

- I don't know about that,
bro.

Yes, that Rutgers.

They got these two freshmen.
They're built different.

- Daddy!
- Okay, I gotta go.

Take the points.
Thank me later.

- You serious?

- Just place the bet.
- Oh--okay.

- Okay, bye.

Okay, which exhibit
we hitting first?

- This way.
- All right, let's do it.

[phone buzzes]

Sorry, just a sec, I promise.
Stay close.

Dude, place the bet.

Darnell?

Hello? Who is this?
[phone beeps]

Rose?

Rose?

[tense music]

Rose?

Rose?

Rose!

Excuse me.

Uh, hey, have you seen
a little girl?

Little girl, uh,
eight years old, yellow hat?

Rose!

♪ ♪

Rose!

Rose!

♪ ♪

- Hey, partner.

- Oh.
- What? Too soon?

- No, I'll get used to it.
What do we got?

- Missing eight-year-old girl.

First 48's everything,
so we gotta roll.

You wanna drive or should I?

- I don't drive
if I don't have to.

[phone beeps]
- What?

AMBER Alert. Clock's ticking.

- One minute, the person
you care about most

is there.
The next, they're gone.

- A parent's worst nightmare.

- How did no one see
a little kid get taken?

No one heard her scream?

- Well, maybe
she didn't scream.

If she knew her abductor,
she would have gone willingly.

Oh, here we go. Mr. Carvalho.

- Yeah?
- FBI.

Please take a walk with us.

- Oh, hey, I was just
telling the cops I know--

I know who took my daughter.
- Okay.

Who is that?
- Rose's mom.

Her name's Lisbeth Carvalho.

I'm telling you,
she has her right now.

You need to find her.
- Okay, hold on.

Why would she take Rose?

- We're divorced,
and she's an addict.

Fentanyl now, I think.

About a year ago,
she got high, passed out

while she was watching Rose
and burned the house down,

so I had to kick her out.
- Do you guys share custody?

- No, no, definitely not.
I, uh--

I had to get
a restraining order,

but she keeps violating it.

She's--
[breathes deeply]

She's not rational.

- Has anything
happened recently?

- Yeah, actually, I got a call
from the school yesterday.

She was outside
the playground watching Rose.

- Did you call the cops then?

- No, I should have.

- We need Lisbeth's address.

- She's homeless.

And the kind of people
she hangs out with,

my daughter is not safe.

- What were you doing
when Rose disappeared?

- I was on the phone
with a friend.

I had eyes on Rose,
and then I got another call

from an unknown number,
and it distracted me.

- Okay, I want you to head back
home in case Rose goes there.

We're gonna send
a crisis negotiating team

to be with you.
- Okay.

- Listen up,
with Jubal down in Quantico,

you are stuck with me.

We have 8-year-old
Rose Carvalho.

She's been missing
for three hours,

and our primary suspect
is her mother,

Lisbeth Carvalho.

Let's bring her home safe, guys.

What do we know?

- Mom's got three arrests
for drug possession.

Court records confirm
a lengthy custody battle,

erratic behavior.

She's slated
to see her daughter

once a year under supervision,
but she's stalking her own kid.

- Okay, what about a workplace?

- She'd been part-timing
at a sewing machine factory

in the Garment District.
Paid in cash.

Fired two weeks ago.
- Hmm.

Do we have any video on her?
- Uh, nothing at the museum.

But we checked Rose's school,

cross-referenced
the perimeter cams

with Lisbeth's face,
got a match.

This is from yesterday.

- Oh, that's her.

She's taking photos of Rose.

Is anyone else with her?
- No, she's alone.

- So her phone
doesn't match the number

that called in
to distract the dad

right before Rose was grabbed.

That number
goes back to a burner.

We pinged Lisbeth's phone,
but it's not transmitting,

so assuming it's off.
- Okay.

Can we get the location before
she turned the phone off?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- This is no place
for an 8-year-old.

Hey, look at this.

Do you know where
this woman is? Lisbeth?

♪ ♪

- Maggie! I got her.

- Lisbeth?

Lisbeth, wake up!

She's OD'ing.
Give me the Narcan.

- Here. We have Lisbeth.

We need an ambo
to our location.

She could be overdosing.

Rose! Rose!

- [gasping]

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, it's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Lisbeth, my name's Maggie.
I'm with the FBI.

You're okay.

Where's your daughter?

- Rose?
- Where's your daughter?

Is she here?
- Of course, she's not here.

Do--wait, wait.

Why are you asking
about my daughter?

[groans softly]

I would never, ever
put my Rose in any danger.

I didn't take her.

- My sister struggles
with addiction,

and she would say
just about anything.

- Okay, I know I'm a mess, but
um, I just wanted to see her.

I didn't take her.

- We are gonna need
your phone.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Maggie sent over a trove
of photos from the mom's phone.

She snapped these this morning.
- Hmm.

So Mom was there at the museum.

- But I cross-referenced
the metadata of the photos

with her phone's GPS.

She never got within
50 feet of her daughter.

- Which means Rose's kidnapper
is still out there.

- The Moment feature gives us
an extra three seconds,

so we've got
facial rec scrubbing.

AI also noticed
this van pop up twice.

Separate photos,
two different days.

- That's no coincidence.

- Astro van also appeared in
the background of that video

we have of the mom
outside of Rose's school.

- Did we get a plate?
- Photo didn't capture it.

- Hey, doorbell cam
caught the Astro van

outside the little girl's
house yesterday.

- So the kidnappers were
tracking the little girl.

This is sophisticated
pre-operational surveillance.

- Plates on the van are stolen.

They match the make
and model, but--

- All right,
give me a location.

- Found it.

Queens-Midtown Tunnel,
roughly 20 minutes ago.

Exited Long Island City.

- Wait, uh, Rose's father
works in Long Island City.

- Get him on the phone.
What does he do?

- He's an operating engineer
at a logistics outfit,

Gotham Light Industrial.

- Okay, he's not answering,

and the crisis negotiating team

at his home said
he never showed.

- His phone must be off.
Can't get a location.

- This is not a good sign.
- Another hit on the van.

Traffic cam picked it up
a block away

from Gotham Light Industrial.

- Get the team over there now.

- All right,
definitely closed for business.

- Then why was the door open?

[distant crash]

[muffled indistinct speech]

[objects clattering]

- They don't care about us.

It better be.
[zipper zipping]

[indistinct speech]
[objects rustling]

- [quietly]
We've interrupted a heist.

I see a gray cargo van.

- I've got
two armed assailants.

- They got some
serious firepower.

- Move, move! We're out.

- FBI! Drop your weapons!

Drop your weapons!

[gunfire]

[tense music]

- Ah!
[grunts]

- I'll cover you.
Get him.

- Let's go, let's go!
- We got a third shooter!

♪ ♪

We lost them.

Suspects fleeing in
a gray Astro van.

We need air support now.

- Agent down.
Gunshot wound to the chest.

I need a bus here now!

- Shh, shh, shh.
- On my six.

FBI!
- No!

Okay, it's just us.
Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.
- What did they take?

- C-4 explosives.

It's okay.
It's okay.

- [hyperventilating]
- It's okay, I got you.

It's okay. It's okay.

- There are
dangerous explosives

in the wrong hands,
Mr. Carvalho.

- They had my daughter.
I had no choice.

- And we understand that,

but New Yorkers
are now at risk.

- They threw me
in the back of a van.

They had a bag
over Rose's head.

They were holding
a gun up to her.

What would you have done?

- You said that you were
on the phone speaking

to a friend at the time
Rose was taken?

A witness said
you were placing a bet.

So what's that about?

- That has nothing
to do with this.

I--I didn't do anything wrong.

I--I took my eyes off
my daughter for one second.

It was one second.
- Okay, okay.

Calm down.
We have to ask these questions.

You were targeted.
Why do you think that was?

- I have no idea, but they knew
where to find me.

They knew the route
I was taking home.

They knew where I worked.
They knew how to get in.

- They used you to bypass
the biometric security.

- Yeah.

I'm telling you,
they knew everything about me.

Who are these guys?

- We are trying
to figure that out.

- Can you describe them?

- Uh, no,
they were wearing masks,

but some of them were foreign.

- Foreign?
- I--I don't really know.

They had accents.
French, maybe.

Can I just please be
with my daughter?

Thank you.

Hey, baby. How you doing?

Thank you so much.

[suspenseful music]

- Cameras are disabled,

just like the hall
where they abducted Rose.

- International crew
is gonna be hard to find.

- I've got the explosives
vault manifest.

They put in a lot of work
to only take 12 pounds of C-4.

- Well, I mean,
we interrupted them, didn't we?

- Or that's all they needed.

It's just random is all.

- About as random
as us showing up

before they could take
13 pounds.

- I mean,
12 pounds mixed with

enough ammonium nitrate
could take down a building

Oklahoma City-style.
- How do you know that?

- I'm just saying,
worst-case scenario.

- You know how
you do that thing

where you say the thing
that begs the follow-up?

All right, so what do we know?

These guys
meticulously researched

their targets, right?
- Mm-hmm.

- They carry
their wounded out quick.

- The guy you dropped, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

- Says to me--
- Military trained.

No man left behind.

- They left something behind.

♪ ♪

- Getaway van lost a side view
mirror in their escape.

- Copy that.
Missing side view.

Still no hit on the plates.

- Maybe they swapped them out.

- Wait, wait,
what about this one?

Missing mirror,
plates don't match

the make and model.
- That's the crew's van.

- All right. Loop in NYPD.

Tell them do not engage
until we get there.

This is a heavily armed crew.

Send in SWAT.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- This one's grisly.

Body's been fully anonymized--

no head or limbs,
just the torso.

There's a bullet wound,
but it appears

the slug was taken with them.

- So somebody went out
of their way to make sure

we would not ID this body.

- At least not immediately.
The body's warm.

I can get a DNA sample.

Blood type's a match for the
trail you found at the scene.

- Probably from
the guy you dropped.

- His friends did him worse.

- They missed
one detail though.

Their compatriot here had
an implanted cardiac device.

- A pacemaker.

- Okay, well, if it's made of
metal, and somebody sold it

to somebody else,
it's got a serial number.

Thanks, Neil.
- Yeah.

- All right.
Let me call you back.

- The serial number on
the pacemaker ID'd our body.

His name is Curtis Knight.
He's American.

Green Beret turned
security consultant.

- He's a mercenary. Interpol?

- A team's
chasing them down now.

It turns out that the pacemaker

is connected to
a smartphone app

doctors use
to monitor his heart.

- Wait, it has GPS data?

- We are looking at pings
in Manhattan, Queens, and...

hold on a second.

Um, there's a cluster of them
under the Queensboro Bridge.

Uh, this was as recent
as five hours ago.

- If they are building
a major explosive,

they could take down
the entire bridge.

Alert the JOC. Imminent threat.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- It's locked.

If the C-4's in here,
and it's rigged--

- It could take out
that bridge.

- All right. Okay, easy, easy.

All right, we're clear.

[door creaks]

♪ ♪

That's C-4.

- Blasting caps.
They're making a bomb in here.

- I think this is blood.

OA, I got more over here.

Oh, I got a body.

- Maggie, that's a hazmat suit.

- [wheezes]
- Left side!

Left side! Left side!

Get out. Biohazard.

- Get out of here.
Clear out now.

[agents shouting]

- [coughing, wheezing]

♪ ♪

- Agent Reynolds,
here's what we know so far.

The Queensboro Bridge
was not the target.

The crew was in that area to
build some sort of dirty bomb,

and then they lost control
of that material.

[suspenseful music]

Absolutely.

Biohazard exposure
is the priority.

USAMRIID is already on site.

Yeah.
[phone buzzes]

Listen, I have
a ground agent calling in.

Absolutely.

[phone beeps]
Scola.

- Yeah, so they weren't
building a fertilizer bomb.

The army team is here.

They're saying
that it's anthrax.

I mean, based on the condition
of the infected,

they're suspecting inhalation.

I mean, the guy
was pretty far gone.

- Powder or aerosol?
- Well, they don't know yet.

They're sweeping
for spores now,

but if they got
1,000 lethal doses

in 1 gram of this stuff,
I mean, they don't need much.

- And Maggie and OA?
- Yeah, they're, uh--

they're headed in now, Isobel.

- Oh, God, I hate this part.

- You and me both.

But what can we do but pray,
I guess, right?

- [sighs]

- Hey, we're gonna be okay.

- You saw how that guy looked.

- Anthrax can't be transferred
person-to-person.

If we were exposed,
we'd already be symptomatic.

- This is exactly why
I had to give up Ella.

[apprehensive music]

You know, we give everything
to this job.

Everything.

And what does it cost us?

A family, a normal life.

And for what?

- To stop people like this.

We're gonna be all right.

- You don't know that.

- We have to be.
We've still gotta find them.

[siren wailing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- We're waiting for the results
from your blood samples.

Good news,
our team hasn't found

significant traces of anthrax
in the container

or the warehouse.

- Okay.

Okay, but that still means
that the anthrax

that they got their hands on
is with them now.

- Can anthrax be dispersed
with an explosive?

- Affirmative.

Spores are resilient
in extreme heat.

- Oh, my God.
They're building a dirty bomb.

They're gonna send this thing
far and wide.

- When can we get out of here?

- We'll clear you
once the tests are back.

- Okay, uh, what about the guy
that was in the container?

How's he doing?

- He's unconscious, nonresponsive.

- He's the only guy that
can lead us to his team.

Uh, can you get him well enough
for us to speak with him?

- Doubtful.
Based on his condition,

I'd say he's been infected
for over a week.

- What?

- A week?
- No, that's not possible.

He was locked in that container
with a block of C-4

that was just stolen,
like today.

- Anthrax doesn't have
that accelerated rate

of tissue damage in a day.

- Okay, meaning what, Doctor?

- This is something else.

♪ ♪

- Super anthrax?

- Yeah, USAMRIID believes
it's a modified strain

to turn you from the
inside out at a faster rate.

- But the good news is,
our blood work came back.

We're all clear.
- I heard.

There was cheering
coming from the JOC.

Do we know, uh--do we know
who designed this new strain?

- Syria.

When their previous
government fell,

their weapons labs and
stockpiles were vulnerable.

- And any idea how it got
from Syria to New York City?

- International mercenaries
probably smuggled it in.

- And then sourced
the explosives

they needed for their
dirty bomb here in New York.

- But what is their target?

- ADIC Reynolds wants us
to keep this close to the chest

so we don't cause public panic.
- Okay.

Well, if these guys are
trafficking a bioweapon, what?

I mean, we're looking
for a buyer, right?

- Maybe.

Or maybe they plan to use
this thing themselves.

- Mercenaries are usually
financially motivated.

Nine times out of ten,

they get their hands
on something,

it's to sell.

- Right, right.

But this could be
that tenth time.

- Okay, so what's your point?

- My point is,
bomb's going off either way.

- She's right.

We've gotta ID
the members of the crew,

maybe match them
to potential buyers, maybe not.

Either way, we've gotta get
this dirty bomb

off the streets.

- The mercs did have
one thing in common.

Both of their
blood work suggested

that they'd been vaccinated
for anthrax,

smallpox, and bubonic plague,

the latter of which
is no longer

even commercially available.

- Like they were planning on
infiltrating a bioweapons lab.

- Okay, but if
they were so careful,

then how did the guy in
the container get infected?

- This is a bioengineered bug.

There really is
no vaccine for it.

This guy makes one tiny
little mistake, and he's--

hey, we got an ID.

Interpol matched the prints
to our infected man

in the storage container.

- His name is Tevian Michelle,
former French Special Forces,

PhD in biology.

- Oh, so their
biohazard expert.

- He's got two known
associates, Curtis Knight...

- Their partner
whose body they chopped up.

- And Vaughn Pulver.

He's Irish.
He owns a shipping outfit.

Interpol suspects
he's involved in trafficking.

- Former Irish Defense,
Ordinance Corps.

All right, the bomb expert
and last member of the crew.

- Well, Interpol believes
that at least two of these men

traveled to Syria
in the last year,

just as the regime fell.

- That's how they secured
the anthrax.

All right, all of these pieces
are fitting into place.

We have one in the hospital.
One is dead.

Where's Pulver now?

- Uh, DHS has him
in the States,

but his whereabouts
are unknown.

- All right, let's get
a warrant out to NYPD.

This guy is somewhere
in New York City.

I want him in custody now.

- Hey, Tevian Michelle
is awake in quarantine.

- He's in and out
of consciousness.

- We'll take our shot.

- Even if he tries,
he's intubated.

He can't speak.

- We'll figure it out.

[ominous music]

- Tevian?
I'm Special Agent Bell.

This is Special Agent Zidan.
We're the ones that found you.

Can you hear me?

♪ ♪

- Vaughn Pulver's gonna deliver
the device that you made.

We understand what it can do.

We need to know where
he's gonna meet the buyer.

- Come on, Tevian.

Please help us.

Okay, your guys
left you for dead.

Please.

Can you write it down?

♪ ♪

- [coughing]

- That--that's enough.
We're done.

- No, no. One second!
- We're done.

- Wait, no, no, no!
He's not done!

Just a second!
- Crash team!

[gasping]

- Out.

- He's not done yet! He's not--

- Move. Let's go. Move.

- [groaning]

[sustained high-pitched tone]

♪ ♪

- Pier 11.
- Go.

- Pier 11 MTA
live feeds are up.

- Got Vaughn Pulver on cam,
just past the first landing.

- He's got a bag.

Gray backpack.

Agents, be advised.

We have eyes on the suspect,
and he may be

carrying a biological weapon.

Use extreme caution.

- We got him.

♪ ♪

- He's checking us out.

- Yeah, I know.
Let's take a picture.

All right, we're clear.
What's our move?

- All right,
we're gonna stay close,

but if he's got
the bomb in that bag,

he could lead us
straight to his buyers.

We do not engage.

- We can't just let him
walk away.

I mean, he's right there.
- No, Dani.

Look, we're gonna intercept
at the exchange, okay?

I got point.

You just stay
in his blind spot.

- I know what I'm doing.

♪ ♪

FBI!

Set the bag down slowly
and step away.

Set it down slowly!

Slowly.

- Set it down
on the ground now.

- Hey!

- [groans]

- Don't move!

- It's not a bomb.

Guys, it's not a bomb.

Get down.
Hands behind your back.

What the hell was that?

- He made us. Suspect detained.

- Hey, good to have you back.
- Yeah.

- We caught the last mercenary,
Vaughn Pulver,

but we believe
he already made the drop.

- Wait, the bomb's
in the buyer's hands.

- That is our fear.

You wanna take a run at him?

- Love to.

Mutilating the corpse
of one man...

- I'll talk.

- And then murdering another
with a biological WMD.

- Stop,
I don't have time for this.

I can't be sitting here.

- Well, that's kind of
how this works.

- Look, you don't get it.

We're not safe.

A dirty bomb is gonna
blanket the city with anthrax.

- Where are we with
tracing Pulver's steps?

- We can trace him back as far
as his arrival at the pier,

but we lose him under the FDR.

He's always got that backpack
full of books.

- So what was he doing there
if he didn't have the bomb?

- Maybe we prevented the drop.

- Who'd you meet at the pier?

- Once I'm transferred
out of the city--

immediately, as in right now,
this very second,

I walk out the door--
I'll talk, but we've gotta go.

- Where do you wanna go?

- North, south, I don't care.

I want you to get me out
of Lower Manhattan.

- You're the one
that built the device,

and you know
when it's going off.

- Imminently.

You don't wanna be here
when it does.

- What's the target?

- I don't know.

- Footage from
the ferry cams is in.

MTA is uploading,
and facial rec is running.

- Hoping the cameras
on the ferries

can fill in one
of our blind spots.

Nice.

This one catches him
at the edge of the pier.

[suspenseful music]

- Man in the hat.

He has a backpack too.

- The backpacks are identical.

- There.

Mystery man takes Pulver's bag.

- Pulver did make the drop,
just minutes before we arrived.

- Look at the way
he handles it.

He knows it's sensitive.

- Yeah, we have to assume
the man in the hat

now has the bioweapon.

- He's wearing that mask.

Not much I can do
for facial rec.

- But now we know
he's out there.

We need a name. Text Maggie.

[phone buzzes]

- This is the man
you met at the pier.

What is his name?

- [sighs]
Do we have a deal?

- Give us a name.
- Do we have a deal?

- You give us a name,
we'll get you out of the city.

What is it?

- His name is Ahmet Meydan.

Homeland has him
entering the country

three days ago through JFK.

He's a Turkish national.

Dual citizenship
in the Maldives.

- But he's here on
a B2 medical visa.

- Correct.

He's got late-stage
thyroid cancer treatment.

- A man with nothing left
to lose.

- Hey, uh, you're gonna
wanna see this.

Found this clip from
local TV in the Maldives.

It's from a year ago.

- This toxic American
economic machine is to blame.

I'm not a violent man,
but this capitalist machine

must be destroyed
before it destroys us all.

What it has done
and is doing to my family,

to your families,
it must be stopped.

- My family.
What does that mean?

- His son, a hedge fund trader.

His company that he
worked for was implicated

in a huge
insider trading scandal,

and it looks like the son
ended up taking the fall.

He ended up killing himself.

- And now his father's here
to send a message.

- Meydan is staying in
a hotel in Lower Manhattan,

right near Wall Street.

- Ground zero of
America's economic machine.

Check with NYSE security.
- On it.

- Ma'am, if this bomb goes off,

he disrupts
the entire financial sector

for months, if not years.

- All right, coordinate with
NYPD Counterterrorism,

ready for an evacuation,

and activate
the critical incident response.

[tense music]

- NYSE security
turned away a guy

trying to access
the stock exchange.

Gray backpack.
- The dirty bomb.

- Get everyone down there now.
- Yep.

♪ ♪

- They have him on video.

- Look, it's him. It's a match.

Meydan has the bomb.

We're gonna notify NYPD now.
- Okay.

- This guy wants to shut
Wall Street down permanently.

- If he can't get a bomb
onto the trading floor,

what does he do next? Holcomb!

- We think he's nearby
with enough anthrax

and C-4 to blow it up anywhere
and still get what he wants.

Maybe he pivots
to someplace outdoors.

- He came to put a bomb
in the stock exchange.

He could have found
another way.

We've got dogs
searching there now.

- I'm with my partner, okay?

We're gonna go block by block,
so tell your guys

'cause we're on his clock now.
- I'll re-route my guys.

- He's gonna see us
evacuating people.

He's probably on the run.

- Suspect is walking
north on Nassau.

- We're on it.

- Meydan!

Hands up!
- FBI.

- Put 'em up!

Put 'em up!

- Where's your backpack?

- Where is it?

If this bomb goes off,
you die too.

- I'm already dead.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

- Phillip, it's me.

I want you to get the girls
and get out of the city.

Go north.

Just go as soon
as you hear this.

Please.

I am safe, and I will
call you as soon as I can.

I love you.

- Get him to 26 Fed.

You're gonna live to answer
for whatever happens today.

- Agent Bell.
- Yeah?

- Canines picked up the scent
of plastic explosives.

It's close.
- Okay.

If we find it,
can we contain it?

- Six pounds of C-4?
Yeah.

Get it somewhere inside,
as deep as we can.

You know what?
We got an option.

Old bank in Exchange Alley,

the one that's now
an event space?

- Yeah.

- The vault in the basement,
it'll contain the blast.

- That's worth a shot.

- Where are we
with the evacuations?

- We've got first responders
loading people onto the subway,

water taxis routed
to surrounding piers.

- Depending on wind, speed,
and other variables,

the explosion of anthrax
could spread up to a mile.

- 26 Fed is within a mile.

All right, everybody,
pay attention.

- Heads up.
[chatter quiets]

[tense music]

- You are moving to a
continuity of operations site.

I will remain until
that site is established.

♪ ♪

Listen to me.

♪ ♪

The JOC is our last line
of defense,

but you are the JOC...

♪ ♪

So please, go.

♪ ♪

Kelly.

- All right.

All right, come on.
Let's go.

Come on, guys.
Let's go.

- Let's go.
[indistinct chatter]

- Elise, I've got it from here.

You have to go.

- Respectfully, ma'am,
I'm not going anywhere.

- Elise.

- Ma'am, I am not leaving.

♪

- This capitalist machine
must be destroyed

before it destroys us all.

What it has done
and is doing to my family,

to your families,
must be stopped.

- I understand you, Mr. Meydan.

You are a man caught
in a bad situation,

trying to make a point.

- Is that what you think?
- I do.

A dirty bomb in New York,

the capital of
our economic system.

You wanna cripple
this economy.

It's not gonna happen.

- You mean
the capital of greed?

You will die,
sitting there in your chair.

You all are so sure
of yourselves.

- Listen to me.

I do not have all the answers.

My agents are out there
right now,

trying to find this bomb.

You can save their lives.
- Why would I do that?

I sold my soul for money.

I helped build a port

that allowed ships to come
and destroy a small paradise.

I made a good living
doing that,

a good life.

- Your son wanted more.

- Always more.

He was just like you,

like all of you.

Only 29 years old,
always working.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

And that's how he died,
you know?

He...

in his office, and...

by his own hand.

- Your son made bad choices

and then one
irreversible decision,

and I am--
I'm so sorry for that.

- Do you think
this can't be stopped?

This system, this greed?

I will show them that
there are consequences.

♪ ♪

You spread your poison.

I will spread mine.

But while it may be
too late for us,

all of us who mourn
what we may have lost

cannot give up.

Hope is better
than the alternative.

To despair is to give up
on our future.

♪ ♪

- Your son loved that man.

He wouldn't want this.

You wanna honor him?

This is not the way.

Please.

♪ ♪

Maggie, I have
the location of the bomb--

Exchange Place.
It's outside.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Nothing.
- Got it.

I got it.
- All right.

Careful, careful.

Isobel, we have eyes
on the bomb.

There's 1:57 on the timer.

- All right, Maggie,
what do you see?

- We have six blocks of C-4,
and we have a cylinder

with about 1,000 grams
of powder.

- 1,000 grams?

[keyboard clacking]

- That would blanket
Lower Manhattan.

- Notify all agencies.

Brace for imminent
biological attack.

- Hey, we need to detach
this anthrax from the bomb.

- Yeah.

Blasting caps are out of reach.

Power source is
buried under C-4.

- Can we take it
out of the bottom?

- Too risky.
We'd collapse a circuit.

- Can we detach the cylinder
from the bomb?

- Then we collapse
another circuit.

- Okay, say we do.
How much time do we have?

- Max, 25 seconds.

- How many more times
do you think

you can outrun death?
- One more time, at least.

- Let's do it.

- You're not serious.

- We've got the bomb.

We're taking it to a vault
on Exchange Alley.

- Stock Exchange
is being evacuated.

♪ ♪

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

♪ ♪

- 40 seconds.

- Maggie, get the hell
out of there.

Maggie, OA, that's an order.

- Come on, let's go.
Let's go.

♪ ♪

[timer beeping]

[explosion]

[car alarm wailing]

- Maggie?

Maggie, report.

[car alarms wailing]

Maggie, report.

Maggie!

- We have some disturbing
breaking news.

We can confirm reports that
there has been an explosion

in Lower Manhattan
in the vicinity

of the Stock Exchange.

The plume of smoke is visible
on our live feed.

This is...

[car alarms wailing]
- [groans]

[both coughing]

- The anthrax is secure.

[laughs]

- Someplace outdoors.

I've gotta say, that was
a good call, you know that?

- Thank you.

- I do have to ask,
though,

just cause
it's still bugging me.

What's up with this aversion
to driving a vehicle?

- Uh, we live in
a walkable city.

- Don't give me
the walkable city thing.

Come on.

Do you know how
to operate a vehicle?

- [laughs]
- Legally?

- You think they would
let me work if I couldn't?

Come on.
- All right.

- Do you have
any more questions?

- [tapping]
We're good.

[laughter]

- [sighs]

[siren wailing]

- The bomb squad's
gonna be celebrated

as national heroes for this.
- [laughs]

Yeah, I know.

And you're the one
that deserves it.

- You know what's funny?

We do this job
to save the lives

of perfect strangers--
- Mm-hmm.

- People we like,
people we don't like.

- Yeah.

- Sometimes, people that
don't even wanna be saved.

But when you are standing
next to the person

you can't imagine
losing the most...

I would make that sacrifice
any day.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]