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7 million strong,

marching shoulder
to shoulder with Calvin.

Jed "Duke" Ducoyle's
an extremist pundit

with millions of followers.

This is a grift.

Calvin's an anonymous
online conspiracy theorist.

Think Q but somehow
more extreme.

So Calvin posts five words.

Duke decodes it.

He's directing people
to kill in the real world.

- I don't recognize--
- I don't recognize--

I don't recognize
your authority.

People are dead
because of you.

Calvin posted all the intel.

You know, this conversation
would go a lot smoother

if you would just admit
that you are Calvin.

Don't move!

We have a shooter.

Now we just have to prove
Duke drove him to kill.

He trusted that--
that I could get the job done.

Jed Ducoyle,
you are under arrest.

You've accomplished nothing
by arresting me today.

Get prepared,
'cause a war is coming,

and Calvin's ready to fight.

Oh, my God.
You should have seen it.

She hit the fadeaway jumper,
half second left on the clock!

Thing of beauty.

Sounds like the basketball
hoop in the backyard's

working out.
- Yeah.

Paint me a proud dad.

Mmm!

What do you think?

You got to be kidding me
with this thing.

Right? Best cannoli
I have ever tasted.

And my nonna's from Sicily,
so that's saying something.

That makes this
a real tragedy.

I take no joy in putting
this place six feet under,

but you don't pay what you owe,
things get ugly.

You about done?

Man, I hope they don't cry.

I hate it when they cry.

We need to talk to the owner.

Carolyn Eugene, head of
the New York IRS field office.

Agent Bell.
This is Agent Zidan.

I'm sorry to hear
about your guys.

Yeah, it's a...

hell of a call to get.

Hank Tamburello died on scene
of multiple stab wounds

from an unknown assailant.

His partner, uh,
Russell Kreider,

tried to intervene,

was stabbed right over here,
died en route to the hospital.

Both of my guys
were special agents

with our Criminal Investigation
Division.

Assuming there were
multiple witnesses.

Half the breakfast crowd.

My guys were here for an audit.

Business had been
underreporting, hiding money.

Guy must have been waiting
for them--

jumped off his bike, came in,
started stabbing.

The owner know that
your guys were coming?

Maybe they were prepared
to fight back.

Uh, no.

No, owner had no idea.

NYPD get a description?

Guy had
a motorcycle helmet on--

dragon logo, full leathers,
visor kept their face hidden.

Medium build,
sped off around that corner.

They had the knife
in their hand,

according to
multiple witnesses.

Okay, we'll get the JOC

to run all the security cameras
in the area.

We'll find this guy.

We're here, and we're going
to do everything we can.

Thank you.

- Here's your oat latte.
- Amazing.

Thank you.

Oh, excuse me.

We good here?

Yeah, Patrick, I'm good.
Thanks.

Okay, so, earlier today,

IRS special agents
Hank Tamburello

and Russell Kreider
were victims

of a brutal knife attack
in Little Italy.

Both Tamburello and Kreider
died of their wounds.

These men were federal agents
just like us.

So, come hell or high water, we
are going to get them justice.

Agreed?

How we doing
with surveillance?

ERT combed the area
for security cameras.

This is right across
from the café.

Okay.

Yeah, yeah, can we zoom in
on the mystery perp's bike?

Plates or...?
- No can do.

Our suspect used
a plate flipper

to conceal
their license number,

and the helmet prevented
any facial rec.

But if you look close,
there is a decal

of a dragon logo on the back.
- All right.

You guys want to run
with that image,

see what you can chase down?

Should stick to street cams,
see what else you can find.

You're profiling the victims.

Any enemies?
Long-standing grudges?

Well, both men
were special agents

in the IRS's Criminal
Investigation Division.

Right, of course, they worked
major financial crimes--

fraud, money laundering...

Tamburello put away
over 80 criminals

on various charges.

Could be motive there.

Right, so no shortage
of suspects

who might want to see him dead.

Maybe this was
a hired assassination.

Wait a minute.
Got something.

Yeah? What?
Show me.

71 seconds later,
our biker reappears.

But notice anything missing?

Let me get in closer
on the image.

His pockets are empty,
meaning there's...

No weapon.

Must have ditched it between
this place and the café.

Good work.
Get a team out there.

Knife attacks are
pretty rare in the U.S.

They only account for
one out of ten homicides.

To brutally stab two people...

Yeah, in broad daylight
in a busy café.

I don't know.
This one feels personal.

Yeah, or targeted.

Ooh, winner, winner,
chicken dinner.

Look at this.

We should be able to get
some DNA off of that.

Yeah.
Look at that etching.

Well, that's a bit bolder
than I was expecting.

Yeah, according
to the ERT report,

no fingerprints, but, uh,
let's take a look at the design

etched on the blade.
- Yeah.

It's called a maker's mark.
It's like a signature.

Okay, yeah, we got a hit.

That's the hallmark
for Ivar Asghari.

He's a local bladesmith
working out of Greenpoint.

Asghari's
social media accounts

are full of libertarian
anti-tax sentiment.

We thinking the knife maker
hates the taxman?

Guy's got a rap sheet
half a block long--

mostly drugs, resisting arrest.

I'd say it's time to pay
this bladesmith a visit.

Ivar Asghari?
FBI.

Appointment only.
And it's Ee-var.

Did you like something
on my site,

or you want something custom?

Did you hear us?
We're the FBI.

Not a little curious
as to what we're doing here?

Well, I'm not going
to incriminate myself.

What an incredibly
incriminating thing to say.

Two men were brutally stabbed

with a knife
that was made here.

Who bought it?
- You got a warrant?

If you'd like,
we can head down to 26 Fed,

have this conversation
in the interrogation room.

I'm not legally obligated

to tell you anything
about my customers.

All right, call the JOC,
get the warrant.

We're gonna tear
this place apart.

What?

Well, your
personal maker's mark

was on the steel
of the murder weapon.

So we're just gonna assume

that you were the last one
to use it.

We need to expedite
the search warrant

for Ivar Asghari,
suspicion of murder.

Okay, okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on, hold on.

I sold that knife.
- To who?

I got it right here.

Name is Sandra Longo.

All right, JOC just
sent over the file.

She operates heavy machinery.

She has no priors,

and she's not connected
to any of the victims.

Yeah, something's
not adding up.

The IRS Criminal Division

usually goes after
corrupt billionaires,

not blue-collar workers.

She's not right for this.

Well, maybe she can lead us
to whoever is.

Is that her?

Sandra.

Hey, Sandra!

Turn it off!
- Sorry. What do you need?

We're the FBI.

I'm Special Agent Bell.
This is Special Agent Zidan.

Look, can you come down here?

We have a few questions
for you.

Is there a problem?

Where were you this morning
before you clocked in?

Why?

Two men were murdered
in Brooklyn this morning.

The weapon used was this knife.

We were able to
track it back to you.

That--yeah, that was mine,

but I gave it to a consignment
shop a while back.

I can get you the name of
the place if you give me a sec.

No, no, no. Hold on.
Is that your bike?

- What?
- Your bike.

No, that's my boyfriend's.
Why?

Okay,
we need you to get down.

Yeah, get down right now.
Come on.

Hey!

Sandra Longo, hands up!

You're under arrest for the
murder of two federal agents.

Drop the phone.

We can tie the murder weapon
back to you.

Also, your motorcycle helmet
is identical

to the one used
by today's assailant.

So, tell us, why did you
target Hank Tamburello

and Russell Kreider?

I don't recognize
your authority.

Okay, here's what's
gonna happen next.

You will be put at the scene,
and we will charge you

with first-degree murder
of two federal agents.

I don't get it.

You're getting stellar
performance reviews at work.

Your manager said
that you were on track

to be promoted within the year.

Why throw all that away?
What's this really about?

I don't recognize
your authority.

Well, that sounds familiar.

Yeah, I wanted to make sure,

so I got the JOC
to pull these interviews.

both: I don't recognize
your authority.

Remember
that's all they would say

after they attacked
the Greenwich monument?

Yeah, because
they're Calvin followers.

I can't believe there
are still people who think

there's a highly-placed Fed
named Calvin

leaking classified information.

There are, but I thought
we silenced Calvin.

We did. The Calvin account
has been radio silent

for the last few months.

Then yesterday...

A new post
on the forums that reads,

"Beware the brewing tempest."

We're not going to play
this game again.

Everybody knows
there is no Calvin.

It's Duke.

Duke Ducoyle is the one
behind the mask.

He's the one
decoding the messages,

raking in the cash from all of
his brainwashed followers.

I am telling you right now,
Duke is behind this,

and I want to know how.

Isobel.

You okay?

Yeah.

I should have seen this coming.

Duke's trial for inciting
violence starts next month.

It's got to be related.

Duke's cocky, but he's smart.

You really think
that he would risk

violating
the terms of his bond?

That doesn't track.

People have been
following me.

What?

It started
when I went after Duke.

Like, I would--
I would feel them

standing behind me, watching.

You know, just today in
my coffee shop, this creep--

he just stood there,
blocking my way like a pillar.

- What'd he say to you?
- Nothing.

He didn't have to.

I mean, the Calvin account
didn't mention me by name,

so can I prove that it's Duke?
No.

But they're only
getting bolder.

I brought the issue
to ADIC Reynolds.

He assigned me and Phillip
a security detail.

I'm sorry.

This stuff can mess
with your head.

And you really can talk to me
about these things.

Maggie, I am your SAC.

And I'm your friend.

You know, we need to
take Duke down for good.

I'm going to pay
that little snake a visit.

There he is.

- Not interested.
- We got a warrant.

Move.

So why'd you order Sandra Longo
to murder two IRS agents?

I think we've done
this dance before,

and I'm a little busy
right now.

Uh, Duke,
is that a finger?

It is, but it's not
what it looks like.

Duke, whose finger is it?

Obviously not yours.
- I have no interest

in dragging
the deep state into this.

Well, we're here,

and whatever that is doing
there now involves us,

so start talking.

My wife, Trishelle,
disappeared two days ago.

Last night her finger showed up
on my doorstep, so...

I put it on ice, you know,
just in case.

Why wouldn't you call
the FBI?

The FBI?

The U.S. attorney is already
giving me a free colonoscopy,

thanks to you.

Last thing I need
are more feebs

tromping mud all over my brand.

Just tell us what happened.

Trishelle went
to hot yoga on Tuesday,

like always,
but she didn't come home.

When she wasn't back by dinner,
I got nervous.

And then she calls.

I answer it, but it's not her.

It's a gravelly voice.

This guy says,
"I have your wife.

Await further instructions."
Click.

I call back, but her phone's
gone to voicemail ever since.

And then her finger arrived.

In a manila envelope,
wrapped in two-ply.

Hey, you got
security cameras?

Maybe we can see
who dropped it off.

Security cameras?
They steal your data.

It's like installing
your own personal narc.

Okay.

And the kidnappers,
what were their demands? Money?

I go to trial next month.

I'd like assurances that any
statement I make here today...

will not be used against me
in a court of law.

- Duke.
- You had no idea...

what was going on
before you got here,

and I'm not in cuffs.

So you need me for something.

Fine, we'll recommend
that your statement

isn't used against you, in
the interest of public safety.

Now, what did
the kidnappers want?

They demanded my password
to the Calvin account.

Your password.

So you're finally admitting

that you were posting as Calvin
all along?

Yes.
Who cares?

It's immaterial!
It doesn't matter!

What matters is,
they're holding my wife!

We can't trust Duke Ducoyle.
The man is a professional liar.

He's working an angle.
- Yeah. No, no, agreed.

Look, I-I know we--we all want
to connect this back to Duke,

but so far,
we've found zero connection

between him
and our two dead IRS agents.

I mean, look, I-I...

I want to see this guy go down
as badly as anyone,

but it looks like he has
no motive to lie here.

Okay, let's say Duke
is telling the truth.

Someone new is running
the Calvin account,

which means that person
can use the account

to communicate with
7 million loyal followers.

Yeah, so...

how is the new Calvin
communicating

with Sandra Longo?

That's the question.

He got Sandra Longo
to carry out a specific hit.

Well, we've--
we've scoured her 4chan,

her Discord accounts--
nothing so far.

We are missing something.

The ME just confirmed
the severed finger

did belong
to Trishelle Ducoyle.

So that supports Duke's story.

We've got to figure out how
to get Sandra to start talking.

Although if I have to hear

"I do not recognize your
authority" one more time...

You know, Sandra Longo--

she may not recognize
our authority,

but we happen to have
one of her idols in custody--

the high priest of Calvinism.

Duke Ducoyle.

Before we go any further,

I'd like to address
the elephant in the room.

I missed you, too.

I know that you have been
sending your sycophants

to stalk me and my family.

I'm sure I don't know
what you're talking about.

This little game of yours--

it is not gonna work forever.

I'm joining you in there.

I can get this Calvinite
to talk,

but not with a deep-state Fed
hovering over my shoulder.

You're everything
these people despise.

Thanks to your propaganda.
Follow me.

That woman in there
has information

that could lead us
to your wife,

so there is no way in hell

I am leaving you in there
unsupervised.

All right.
Better let me do the talking.

- Oh, my God. Duke Ducoyle?
- The one and only.

I-I've watched every episode
of "The Path."

Ah, thank you.

Wait, what are you doing here
with them?

Calvin has friends
everywhere.

The real question, Sandra,
is, can we trust you?

Of course.

I-I've been following Calvin
from day zero.

I'm a true believer.

Good, because Calvin
might be in trouble.

And we need your help.

Did Calvin ever ask you
to go after anyone else?

Maybe that woman?

No.

He only contacted me about
the IRS agent, Tamburello.

Wait, he contacted you?
Only you?

Yeah.
He chose me.

Calvin--
he doesn't take chances.

He's careful.
Why did he choose you?

Because he knows
that I'm ready to fight.

I've been here since
the very first drop.

He knows I'm loyal.

Well, if that's true,
how did he contact you?

Through a new app.

Calvin messaged me privately.

He said there was this
deep-state detractor

causing him problems,
threatening to ruin everything.

But he said that I was the
warrior that could save him.

What app?

Okay, so Sandra just gave up
her method of communication

with the new Calvin Plumage--

some social media app
for birders

that has a hidden
encrypted messaging feature.

Yeah, should have known.

That app can't tell
the difference between

a blue warbler
and a house finch.

It's Whac-A-Mole with these
illicit communication apps.

Shut one down,
a new one pops up.

But if the app exists,
we can get into it, right?

Has the dive team
recovered Sandra's phone

so we can scrape its data?

Yeah, but it still needs
to be cleaned and dried out

before we can exploit it.
- Hey, good news--

Sandra's Plumage account
is synced to the app's cloud.

Downloading all of her DMs.
- Really?

Okay, here we go.
Let's see here.

There, that avatar
is the same one Calvin uses

on the other accounts.

Here we go--
"My devoted warrior,

"a deep-state detractor

"could cost us everything
we've fought for.

"Silence an IRS agent
named Hank Tamburello

in the name of justice."

Yeah, it doesn't get
any clearer than that.

He even gave her Tamburello's
home and work addresses.

Can we try Calvin's account
on the bird app,

get a location on where
he sent the messages from?

Yeah, pulling 5G data
from Plumage's mobile back end.

Triangulating
TCP and UDP endpoints.

Calvin sent his messages
from an abandoned storefront

on Apollo Street.

Freeze!

Got a runner.

Suspect got away.

Ah!

Trishelle.
It's okay.

It'll be okay.
I got you.

You're safe now.

All right,
so Trishelle Ducoyle

has been recovered--
her kidnapper remains at large.

OA describes
a 6'3" white male, beard,

jeans, and a brown jacket,
last seen heading south.

Okay, uh, check cameras
within a four-block radius.

None are working
in that vicinity.

We're expanding our search.

Jubal, Calvin just posted
a new message.

He--this one is live.
- What?

Hue and cry,

Calvin stands before you.

To my loyal warriors,
rattle the cages.

Be loud. Be known.

Make them fear us.

And to the FBI cabal who just
tried to capture me

and thwart our greater mission,

you listen to my words,
and you listen very closely.

Release the Greenwich 41--

those righteous soldiers
who were unlawfully detained

outside the
Greenwich National Monument.

You release them from your
custody by 2:00 p.m. today.

Or...

tomorrow your deep-state puppets...

will die.

The Greenwich riot
was a disgrace.

41 of Calvin's
most strident followers

showed up at his command.

NYPD were injured,
federal property destroyed.

Our own agents were attacked
and assaulted.

Now, make no mistake--

we are not releasing
the Greenwich 41.

But whoever gained control
of the Calvin account

has made their demands clear--

release the 41, or two more
deep-state puppets will die.

Well, that is not
going to happen,

because we're
going to stop this.

Right now,
the 41 are being held

at the Mullin Detention Center.

Their joint trial
is set to start this week.

Which explains the timing
and urgency of the threat.

So who is
the new Calvin targeting?

Who are these two deep-state
puppets in his crosshairs?

Government employees,
no doubt.

There are a dozen agencies
active on this case,

including our own people.

Could be anyone.
- Right.

Our best lead is
Duke Ducoyle's wife,

but she's elected not to answer
any questions.

I know how to make her talk.

Doctor Carter...

You again.

I'm here to see my wife.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
This isn't a free visit.

She's not giving us
the information that we need.

Yeah, Trishelle won't talk
to you unless I'm there.

- We know.
- She saw her kidnapper.

We need to find out
who that is.

Fine.
Let's go.

Baby love,
I was a wreck without you.

I didn't want them here
either, believe me.

Just answer their questions,
and they'll be gone.

Mrs. Ducoyle, again,

we are trying to identify
your abductor.

Anything you remember
could help us out right now.

I don't recognize
your authority.

Trish, it's okay.
Just tell them what you know.

And I don't recognize you.

Babe, enough.

No.

You used to care about
the deeper mission, Duke.

You were the king.

And then you gave it all up.
You just walked away.

Trishelle, I'm being
prosecuted by the state.

I thought we were
both devoted--

to Calvin, to his cause.

I thought you would be excited
to know that he chose me--

me, Duke--to be a part
of something greater.

He cut off your finger.

I gave it to him!

Calvin needed a sacrifice,
he said,

to free the 41.

And I was more than happy
to help.

What are you talking about?

This is war, Duke!

You used to know that!

Calvin told me you'd gone soft,

that you'd lost
the will to fight.

I didn't want to believe him.

I am Calvin, Trish!

I am! I invented him!

This other guy
is nothing but an impostor.

Calvin told me
you'd say that.

Just tell us
about your kidnapper.

Or what?

I pity you, Duke.

You're asleep,
and you don't even know it.

Calvin is ready for war.

He was even willing to punish
the deep-state detractor

who was living in his midst.

What are you willing
to sacrifice for our cause?

What happened to you?

All right.

So we are down the rabbit hole
on this one, folks.

Trishelle Ducoyle believes
the man who kidnapped her

was the real Calvin.

Be that as it may, she did say
something that might help--

that Calvin punished

a deep-state detractor
living in his midst.

The message Calvin sent from
his account to Sandra Longo

referred to Agent Tamburello
as a deep-state detractor.

Right, but the--the "living
in his midst," the new part--

so is Tamburello someone
our guy works with,

someone he sees every day?

Maybe he's someone
from the neighborhood.

Hey, uh, check this out.

So here are the residents
of Hank Tamburello's building.

Now, if we cross-reference them
with the families

connected to the Greenwich 41,
we might find a nexus.

Aha, here we go.

Rob Whitfield.

Would you believe it?
- What? This is a neighbor?

They live across the hall
from each other.

Really? Okay.

And he's 6'3".
He's got a beard.

He matches the description
of the guy OA ran into.

What do we know about him?

Rob Whitfield is
a software engineer.

No priors.

He's posted some
conspiratorial nonsense online,

but other than that,
no red flags.

Right, but he's got
a connection to the 41, right?

What is it?
- His brother was one of them.

Chris Whitfield was arrested
that day at the monument.

He attacked a police officer
with a pipe.

And Tamburello lives
10 feet from this guy?

That's right.

If you're so inclined,
that sounds a hell of a lot

like a deep-state detractor
living in his midst.

It's a hell of a way
to deal with a neighbor.

We need to ask Rob Whitfield
some questions.

Get a team to his house.

FBI!

Clear.

Okay, so if Hank Tamburello

lived across the hall
from Rob Whitfield...

Thin walls.

So did he hear or see
something suspicious,

Rob got nervous
and had him killed?

I don't know.
Come look at this.

Rob was following
all of the arrests

and pretrial motions of
the Greenwich 41 prosecution.

Look,
here's his brother, Chris.

So did Rob figure out
what we knew all along--

Duke Ducoyle was running
the Calvin account?

Maybe he thought that
if he took over the account,

he could use it
to his advantage

and help free his brother.

Check this out.

The way he was saying
the U.S. attorney that are

leading the prosecution
against the Greenwich 41--

if something happens to them,
that's a mistrial.

Deep-state puppets.

Jubal?
- Yeah, Maggie?

Hey, you need to call
the courthouse.

Warn the U.S. attorneys
they're the next targets.

all: See justice done!
Release the 41!

See justice done!
Release the 41!

They could just be
protesters.

Or Rob Whitfield could have
used the Calvin account

to turn one of them
into an assassin.

Or he's here
hiding in the crowd.

all: Release the 41!

Jubal, don't let
the prosecution team exit

through the front entrance.

Take them to the side door.
We'll meet them there.

Let's go.
all: See justice done!

Okay, give me a status
on the courthouse.

I'm on with
the U.S. Marshals.

The attorneys are aware
of the threat.

They were about to exit
through the front door

but saw the crowd gathering.

Yeah, let's have them exit
the east-side door.

They'll wait for our signal.

Maggie and OA
will be waiting outside.

- Copy.
- NYPD,

you're circulating
Rob Whitfield's photo, right?

Good, okay.

How we doing
with the courthouse cameras?

Looking for anyone we can ID,
someone with a weapon.

Okay, Jubal, area's clear.
Send 'em out now.

Okay, stand by.
Here they come.

U.S. Attorney Harrington,
with me.

Hurry up, you guys. Go.

- Stay close.
- Quickly.

Gun!

Down! Get down!

- Go! Go, go, go!
- Stay down. Take cover.

Down! Get down!

Marshal down.
Send medical.

Is it him?

No.

Jubal, suspect is down,
but it's not Rob Whitfield.

I repeat--not Rob Whitfield.

We need to round up
the protesters.

He still might be out here.

Okay, what do we know about
our shooter at the courthouse?

His name is Theo Haynes.

Calvin reached out to him
through the birdwatching app.

This is their exchange.

Calvin all but ordered him
to assassinate the prosecutors

to disrupt the trial.

It turns out
Theo Haynes's wife

is one of the Greenwich 41,
so he was personally motivated.

And now his wife's a widow.

What do we know about
the other protesters?

NYPD rounded them up, but
Rob Whitfield wasn't on site.

He's still in the wind.

Which means
he still has the power

to mobilize more Calvinites
to do his dirty work.

He just posted
a new Calvin message.

- Let's take a look.
- Okay, eyes up, folks.

"A hundred strong assemble.

Themis has failed
so jugheads must fall."

Okay, so we stopped Rob's plan
to disrupt his brother's trial.

He's obviously pivoting to
plan B, so what does this mean?

It's deeply coded
in Calvinite language.

I'll get Cybercrimes up here
to take a look.

No.

It's gonna take too long.

What am I,
your cleanup crew now?

Well, when you're
in the streets

and you need backup,
you call SWAT.

Up here, you call
the assistant director.

I also answer to "Boss"
and in some circles "Rabbi."

Yeah, well,
where we're going,

we'd be better off
with a priest.

Let me get this straight.

You're prosecuting me for
interpreting Calvin's messages,

and now you're here
begging me to interpret

one of Calvin's messages?

You are being prosecuted
for inciting violence,

and you know that.

Still,
the irony is delicious.

We are asking for your
cooperation one more time.

As your agents know,
I don't work for free.

Look, I understand your wife
is still having a tough time.

You can help us catch
the guy who hurt her.

Yeah, I'm less motivated
by that than I once was.

Then consider it
a public service.

You tell us
what the message means

and stop violence
before it spreads.

Who is he?

I'm the assistant director

in charge
of the New York field office.

Cool!

What's it going to take
to get you onside?

You think I want to make
a deal with a fake-news,

low-life short-timer?
I don't.

But innocent lives are
at stake, are they not?

I want full immunity
from all federal prosecution

related to
the Greenwich Monument riots.

We'll ensure
the Attorney General's Office

makes that happen.
- Peachy.

Should we shake on it or--

Just tell us
what the damn message means.

Calvinites speak
to each other

in, uh, coded language,
memes, online gobbledygook.

But if you know, you know.

"A hundred strong assemble.

Themis has failed
so jugheads must fall."

It's a call to arms
for soldiers

to liberate the Greenwich 41.

"Jug" is slang for prison.

"Themis" is the Greek goddess
of justice.

Justice failed.

So they're going to break in,

and they're going to free
their brothers and sisters

before the trial.
- When?

You got to do
some work yourself.

- When?
- I don't know.

It's not in here.

Could be tomorrow,
could be tonight,

could be right now,
for all I know.

But whoever shows up,
according to this--

they're going to be looking
for a righteous donnybrook.

all: See justice done!
Release the 41!

See justice done!
Release the 41!

See justice done!
Release the 41!

See justice done!
Release the 41!

See justice done!
Release the 41!

See justice done!
Release the 41!

Jubal, it's a powder keg
over here.

Yeah,
SWAT's right behind you!

all: Release the 41!

See justice done!
Release the 41!

Freeze! Freeze!

all: See justice done!
Release the 41!

This doesn't make any sense.

Nobody's ever broken into
a federal detention center.

This plan isn't gonna work.
- Right, right.

So--so why would Rob send his
Calvin followers to try it?

It's got to be
something else.

We're missing something.

Private ambulance just
gained entry into the facility

through gate three.

A detainee was just rushed
into med bay--

multiple stab wounds.

And here's the kicker--it's
Rob Whitfield's brother, Chris.

Well, we--we do not believe
in coincidences in this office.

Get back!
Move! Move!

Hey!

Got the details.

Chris Whitfield was stabbed
ten minutes ago.

When the warden flipped the
block, they found his burner.

Look at his last message.

"Get to the med bay, brother.
I'll be waiting."

I want eyes
on that med bay, now!

Get back!

Piggybacking
their security feed now.

Here we go.
- Okay.

Okay, the man on the gurney
is Chris Whitfield.

Looks badly injured.
- Wait, wait, wait, stop it.

Is that--
- Yeah, that is not an EMT.

That's Rob Whitfield.

Maggie, OA, Rob Whitfield
is not with the protesters.

He's driving an ambulance
parked in the med bay.

Riot was just a diversion.

He's trying to sneak
his brother out.

Maggie, OA,
do not let them leave!

I repeat--do not let
that ambulance leave!

Yeah, we got it.

Jubal, we're in pursuit
of the ambulance now.

Suspect's leaving the yard,
heading westbound.

Rob Whitfield!

Get out of the car
with your hands up!

What's he doing?

I don't have a clean shot.

Keep him busy.

Rob, this is the FBI!

You need to lay down
your weapon and surrender!

This is over!

I don't recognize
your authority!

Hey, hey, get out.

Rob, we know that
your brother's hurt!

Stand down so we can help!

We can get him
the medical attention he needs!

OA, you good?

Yeah.
Another Calvinite.

He's dead.

No.

No, no, no, no.
Chris! Chris!

Chris!

No, no, no!

I asked Chris
to go to Greenwich.

I convinced him.

When things went bad, I ran.

I got away, but...

he got caught, and now...

I really thought
I could save him, you know?

I really did.

So you figured out
Calvin wasn't real.

It was just Duke spreading
his lies to make a buck.

But instead of exposing him,
you chose to become the lie.

If I didn't,
somebody else would have.

That's hardly a defense.

Look, I did what I had to do
to try to save my brother.

You took advantage of people
just like your brother,

who still believed
in the Calvin account,

who did your bidding,

and now they are facing
serious consequences for it.

That's their problem.

You knew what you were
posting wasn't the truth,

but you did it anyway.

Look around you, lady!

The truth
does not matter anymore!

The truth matters
if we choose that it does.

Give me the password
to the Calvin account

so I can shut it down
once and for all.

We're in.

It worked?
We control the Calvin account?

We do.

And this gives us access
to what, everything?

It should, yeah, every public
and private communication

that has ever come out
of the Calvin account.

Should be able to see it all.
- Okay, good.

Archive everything--we're gonna
need it for the trial.

Send the whole file
up to my office,

along with the password
for the account.

Uh, ADIC Reynolds.

Uh, that--that usually
stays down here with us.

Calling it audible.

You cut off the head
of the snake today.

Take the win, Valentine.

Hey, guys,
you should see this.

Yeah?
What do you got?

Calvin's private messages
going back five months

to the period
right after the Greenwich riot.

Okay, so this is when Duke
controlled the account, right?

So they're sent from him?

Are those--

Direct messages to individual
followers with specific orders.

Looks like Duke's
back on the hook.

You bounced back quick.

I'm nothing if not adaptable.

Sadly, this little shindig
is invite-only.

Party's over, Duke.

I have a deal with
your superior, remember?

Full immunity.
You can't touch me.

Well, that was before
we found the proof

that you ordered your followers
to harass Isobel.

That's stalking
a federal employee...

Which is not part of
your little immunity deal.

Okay, wait, let's, uh--

let's think big picture here, right?

You control
the Calvin account, right?

I can help you.
- Yeah.

I can make it say
whatever you want--

whatever you want!

You are pathetic.

And you're under arrest,
Duke Ducoyle.

It only gets worse from here.