Original subtitles

- Let me get this straight.

Your pops walks out when you were just a kid.

Now you're 10 grand in the hole,

picking up some bike that he never came back for?

- It's 8 grand, not 10.

And it's a '41 Indian Chief in tan over red.

If I can get it running?

- Well, your old man's still not coming back.

If you ask me, I'd rather have the cash.

Now for some violence.

You ready?

- Standing here, ain't I?

- You're on the sidewalk.

Inside, it's a whole other thing.

[door opens]

[tense rock music]

♪ ♪

- I messed up, but I'll get you the money.

[glass shattering]

I just need a few days.

- You said that three days ago!

[Deli owner shouting in pain]

[Deli owner groaning]

- [grunts] - [whimpering]

♪ ♪

- Make sure he gets the message.

- Make it any clearer, he won't be able to limp to the bank.

- Then he can get himself a wheelchair.

Show him what happens when he's late.

♪ ♪

- No! No! No! Please, no!

No!

- You bought yourself a day!

Hold out on us again, it'll be your head!

[register crashes]

♪ ♪

Know it ain't much,

but now he's got the fear of Jesus in him.

I'll come back tomorrow, make sure he coughs up the rest.

- You were supposed to hit him in the knees, kid.

- Oh, what's the matter?

We got the cash.

- Yeah, but you know.

- But what?

- I guess it's true what they say about you.

- [scoffs] What are you--

[gunshot]

[tense dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

- Anyone see the shooter?

- Gavin?

Gavin.

Hey, hang on, buddy.

We have an agent down.

Roll an ambulance down to 186 and Hughes Avenue.

Repeat, agent down.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

- Well, I don't have to tell you what it means

when one of our own gets killed in the line of duty,

and Special Agent Gavin Rice was one of the best

and we owe it to him and his family

to finish what he started.

So talk to me.

- He has never had his cover blown

on any of his previous cases.

His case agent has no idea how the Irish mob got onto us.

- Right, so what do we know about that outfit, Elise?

- Well, thanks to Rice, nearly everything.

The Sullivan Organized Crime Group has

recently rebuilt itself,

thanks to backing from the O'Connor family.

Major player back in Ireland.

Special Agent Rice built a map of the whole organization.

They are led by this man, Sean Sullivan.

Dublin-born, New York-bred,

twice convicted on racketeering.

He's suspected in multiple homicides per NYPD,

but nothing's ever stuck.

- All right. Well, he's dangerous and smart.

- Well, they run protection rackets,

gambling rings, robberies, anything to turn a buck.

Meet Dennis Brady, mid-level enforcer.

Case agent confirms Brady is the one who pulled the trigger.

- All right, well, we're not gonna just take out this thug.

We're gonna dismantle the entire organization.

[tense music]

[tense music fading]

- FBI. [billiard balls clack]

Everybody, stay where you are.

- Federal agents. Nobody move.

- All right, guys, keep your hands where we can see 'em.

[Celtic rock music playing]

- Put 'em up.

Put 'em up!

Nice and easy.

- [grunts]

[grunting and shouting]

- ♪ Hey, hey, hey, St. Patrick's Day ♪

♪ Celebrate! ♪

♪ Celebrate! ♪

♪ Hey, hey, St. Patrick's Day ♪

♪ Celebrate! ♪

♪ Celebrate! ♪

[guitar soloing]

♪ ♪

- Whole gang's here.

No sign of Brady or Sullivan, though.

- Just missed him.

Sullivan's halfway to Dublin by now.

- And what, you stayed take the fall?

- ♪ La la la la la la la la la la ♪

[tense music]

[muffled voices in distance]

♪ ♪

[OA sighs]

♪ ♪

- All right, we got Brady. Send EMS.

Hey.

What happened to you, huh? - [groans]

I don't remember.

- OA, you got anything?

- Place should be filled with ledgers and cash.

Sullivan already cleared out.

Just left some bruisers behind to slow us down.

- All right, let's go. - [groaning]

- Dennis Brady, you're under arrest

for the murder of a federal agent.

♪ ♪

- You gonna untie me or what?

[chuckles]

- You are a man without a country, Mr. Brady.

Not only do we have you committing murder

on a recorded wire, but it looks like

your criminal organization has disowned you.

They say that you acted alone.

- Well, screw 'em. I think I did 'em a favor.

It's not my fault they can't see it.

- I think in all fairness,

they probably understood something that you don't.

You see, taking the life of a federal agent,

that's gonna bring the wrath of the entire FBI to your door.

- Based on how we found you, I'd say that

Sullivan would have preferred to ice out Agent Rice quietly.

But you chose violence, so now your crew is in shambles

and you are looking at the death penalty.

- Yeah, maybe, if I didn't know what I know.

But instead, I want a deal from the USA in writing.

And in that deal, I want a reduced sentence

in the prison of my choosing.

- Wow, Brady.

Negotiator.

- What, you boys aren't curious on how we knew

your little buddy was a UC rat?

[inhales deeply]

So Gavin used to come to my house about once a week.

You know, he would bring birthday presents for my kids.

He would sit at my table

and he would eat the food that my wife made for him.

And all that time, he's lying to my face.

When I found out he was really from the West Village...

[inhales deeply]

That his dad worked at some fancy college?

[chuckles] You know, it's not--

it's not that he lied.

I don't care.

It's that him being undercover was

his way of making fun of us.

And that, that I cannot stand.

- I'll bite.

What do you think you know?

- No. Deal first.

- All right.

[suspenseful music]

[door buzzes] Let's go.

- You're not working from a position of leverage in here.

- [scoffs] Dude's case file wound up on the street.

♪ ♪

Sean Sullivan bought it, and I know who he bought it from.

OK?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- OK, so according to Dennis Brady,

Agent Rice's identity was sold by this guy, Curtis Swann.

What do we know about him?

- Swann's a fence.

And a person of interest in three ATF cases.

He is a middleman connecting sellers and buyers

of stolen contraband.

- How does a short-timer like this

get his hands on highly-classified files

from a federal agent?

Who put that file in his hand?

- We're working on it.

- What does ATF have on him?

- Not much.

ATF's been unable to get any charges to stick.

Without hard proof, he's unlikely to talk.

- You know what?

Let's get him off the street and see what's what.

- Uh, about that.

Swann is analog, old-school. He operates offline.

- Well, Dennis Brady knows how to contact him.

- Right, so let's lure him out from his very offline life

and set a meet.

- No sign of Brady's guy yet.

- Brady said that he's careful,

keeps all of his contraband in a messenger bag.

If it's information you want, you need to look at it,

memorize it, and give it back.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- All right, OA.

He just popped out from behind those columns.

Black beanie, blue jeans.

- Copy.

♪ ♪

Curtis Swann, don't move.

- Listen to what he says.

- So Dennis Brady set me up?

- He killed an undercover agent.

He'll never see the light of day again.

- Based on the intel that you sourced.

Did you bring what he asked for?

Proof it's legit?

♪ ♪

- OA.

Agent Gavin Rice, undercover file.

As legit as it gets.

- Where'd you get that?

- I don't know what that is.

Someone must have slipped it in there.

- OA...

he's got an entire folder full of them.

♪ ♪

- That's impossible.

- Have you ever seen anything like this?

- Where'd you get those, Curtis?

How many did you sell?

♪ ♪

How many of those are out in the wild?

- Lawyer.

♪ ♪

- OK. Come on.

All right, what do we do now?

Who knows how many agents are out in the field

who have no idea their cover's been blown?

- Right. First things first, we gotta call the JOC.

Hope we're not too late.

- All right, folks, so based on what we recovered

from the messenger bag,

we know Swann came into the possession

of the identities of seven undercover federal agents.

The first one went to the Sullivan Organized Crime Group.

And though Swann won't confirm it,

we have to assume that he sold the rest off piecemeal

to other criminal organizations.

Any one of them would have paid highly

to know who among them is a fed,

which means we have agents out there right now

who do not know that their cover has been compromised,

and we need to get them out of the field.

Elise, how are we doing with that?

- We made contact with every task force

that put those agents in the field.

Half have been pulled from their assignments.

Still waiting for confirmation on the last three.

- Good, good. Keep at it.

- Hey, Jubal, can I show you something?

- O--OK. What's up?

- I, uh, just have--

I dug into those undercover files

that we found in Swann's bag.

Those pics are definitely internal-use-only files.

- So what?

That means? - Yeah.

They can only be accessed from an air-gapped computer

within the Undercover Office from inside this building.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- All right.

♪ ♪

OK, uh, notify Isobel, nobody else.

Yeah? - Yes, sir.

- Thank you.

- Are you the ASAC?

- Uh, yeah, sorry. Who's--who's asking?

- So you're the one who pulled me out of an op

with no explanation?

- Oh, you're--

- Dani Rhodes, yeah.

- I'm--I'm the ASAC, Jubal Valentine.

Um, very glad you're OK.

- [scoffs] I'm not OK at all.

What's with the fire drill?

- Right, well, um, I'm not actually at liberty to say,

but I can tell you that

we are only doing it because we have to.

- I was working a huge case.

Gun traffickers.

These guys are endangering the Eastern seaboard.

So if you killed it, it means you're on an even bigger case.

So put me on that, and then you can tell me.

- Special Agent Rhodes, you're gonna need clearance first,

and I am the only one who can give you that.

♪ ♪

- All due respect, there were at least five more moves

to make without pulling the plug

on the entire investigation.

- Your life was in danger.

We couldn't take that risk.

- Isn't it always?

- Agent Rhodes...

Have a seat.

- [sighs]

- We have a hundred undercover agents

at any given moment.

And today, seven of them were compromised.

That we know of.

And you happened to be one of them.

- You think there could be more?

- I think today's activities are a reminder

that anything can happen.

And that's why we're moving quickly.

- [sighs]

I know I didn't blow my own cover.

OK.

So that means we've got an internal problem.

- So far there is nothing to connect

all seven of these leaked files.

They were different task forces,

different assignments.

There's only one desk that had access

to all seven of those files:

the Undercover Special Operation Unit.

- I work with them all the time.

Everyone in that office is thoroughly vetted.

- Which is why I want you to run the interviews.

Polygraphs too.

Look, I don't know where this leak ends,

but I am thin on trust.

I do know that you were one of the targets,

which means I can trust you.

- All right, I, um--

listen.

There's gonna be resistance, no matter who's running them.

By the time we're done,

they're not gonna like me very much.

- Is that a problem?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Before this year, did you ever lie to anybody

in a position of authority?

- No, never.

- Were you on the third floor of this office

between the hours of 6:00 p.m. and 9:00 p.m. last Wednesday?

- I'm there every night.

But I don't have credentials to log into the computers.

You know that.

- Yes or no?

- Yes.

- And you do have access to the printer

and any secure files that come out of it?

- Yes.

- Were you aware that there have been omissions

on your financial disclosure form

to the Office of Government Ethics last month?

- Yes. That was an error.

I filed an amendment last week.

It's not my fault they haven't looked at it yet.

- Have you ever sold confidential information

sourced from the Federal Bureau of Investigation?

- No.

- No.

- No.

♪ ♪

- [sighs] Everyone passed the polygraph.

The leak, it wasn't from anyone

working in the undercover office today.

Didn't think we'd hit a dead end so early.

- No, no, no dead end.

We just have to keep looking.

Come on.

♪ ♪

Thanks to Agent Rhodes' hard work,

we've ruled out all the agents

and contractors she interviewed.

So who's left from the Undercover Office?

- There is one employee that we haven't polygraphed yet

that we can rule out, Kenzie Baker.

She's been on medical leave

since before these files were time-stamped.

- Same for Breen Foster.

Transferred to the Boston Field Office

before she would have been able to grab the files.

- OK, anyone left?

- Oh, last up is Dylan McKelvie,

cybersecurity contractor.

- Throw him up.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

An outsider with access?

- System says he's been on PTO the past two days.

It looks like he installs patch updates every six months,

with the last upgrade being two weeks ago.

♪ ♪

both: Digging.

- Dig, dig, dig.

All right, if this is our guy,

why did he suddenly decide to sell government secrets?

He knows protocol.

He knows the trail would lead to him very quickly.

- He'd have an escape planned.

- True.

He'd probably need to swap money first.

- How do you know he's running with money?

- Brady confirmed that Swann made 1/2 million

for one FBI file, multiply that by 7.

Even at wholesale prices, odds are

a big chunk of that would have trickled down to McKelvie.

- He would need to swap the cash into something

small enough he could smuggle.

But he's a first-time criminal.

He'd need resources.

- Right. We need to dig into every known associate

of his fence, Curtis Swann, who he trades with.

NYPD. I'm looking for money laundering ops.

Let's go, people. Let's find this guy.

[dramatic music]

♪

- These jewelry stores are where Swann fenced contraband.

There's a good chance he sent McKelvie here

to trade cash for diamonds.

- That's easier to smuggle abroad, right?

- This guy sold my file for some shiny rocks?

Gotta be an easier way to make a buck.

♪ ♪

[car horn honks]

♪ ♪

Eyes on McKelvie, two doors down.

- All right, looks like he made the trade.

- All right, Dani, stay on his tail.

We're coming to you. - I got him.

Dylan McKelvie! FBI!

Get on the ground.

- Hey, not exactly what I meant.

♪ ♪

- FBI! Stop!

[dramatic music]

Suspect fleeing south on Baxter.

♪ ♪

- We need backup at Baxter and Mulberry!

♪ ♪

- I got him. Blue car!

[engine revving] [horn honks]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

Come on. Stay down. - I got him.

I got him. I got him. I got him. I got him.

- All right.

- McKelvie, I know it's your day off,

but you're gonna come back to the office with us.

- That was nice work.

You know, if you'd waited about ten seconds,

we could have closed in on him together.

- Yeah, my bad.

It's been a while since I've done a team bust.

[sighs] Things definitely move faster

in the New York Field Office.

- Well, if you're gonna do stuff like that

and you want off the treadmill, you just let me know,

and we can save you the time and the paperwork.

- I didn't say it was too fast.

Thanks to that bozo, I'm a free agent now.

I'd like to stay close until this is officially wrapped up.

If that's OK.

♪ ♪

- Isobel will be happy to hear that.

♪ ♪

- Edward Snowden is an American hero.

- Wow, that's really interesting.

Please, why don't you have a seat?

Tell us a little more.

- The federal surveillance apparatus

violates the civil liberties that all Americans

are entitled to.

We're spying on our own people,

lying to them, entrapping them.

It had to stop.

- Well, Snowden didn't trade intelligence for rocks.

- We at the federal surveillance apparatus,

we call that a tell.

- It's hard to stand on a soapbox

when your pockets are filled with cash.

- Yeah, of course I needed funds.

Show me someone who doesn't need money.

- You worked in the building.

You know how secure the trail of information is.

So why are you taking that risk?

- The one good thing to come

out of being diagnosed with ALS is clarity.

I didn't want to waste the last good year I've got left

behind a desk.

I wanted to see all that I could before it's too late.

- Lucky for you,

I don't there's gonna be a desk in your cell.

- No, look, I--I didn't hurt anybody.

I'm sure there's a plea deal we can work out.

All I took was eight files.

- Eight?

Our count was seven.

- Well--[chuckles softly] There were eight.

There was one file that Swann couldn't sell.

And the group that would have been interested in it,

they were hard to reach.

But I kept digging until I found them myself.

[tense music]

Well, I'm sorry to say I already sent the file over.

You're gonna have to move fast if you

want to save the last agent before it's too late.

- Dylan, who's the eighth undercover?

♪ ♪

- OK.

I'll handle security.

You follow my lead.

[gun clicks]

You're not gonna need that.

- Just in case.

We doin' this?

♪ ♪

- Give us a clock, Iris.

- 2 minutes, 20 seconds, starting now.

- OK, masks on.

No face, no case.

Let's go.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, hey. Take it easy.

- I'm guessing you don't wanna die today.

- I'm cool.

- Keep your mouth shut, or I'm gonna slit your throat.

Give me your hands.

♪ ♪

[whispering] I'm telling you just do as I say.

Everything will be OK.

♪ ♪

[keycard beeps]

- OK. Go.

♪ ♪

Come on.

Iris, time?

- 78 seconds.

- Damn it. Stay with him.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Let's go.

Where's Josie?

- She wanted one more.

- Josie, let's go. What are you doing?

There's a plan.

- Gotta think big.

♪ ♪

- 12 seconds!

- [breathing heavily]

All right. OK.

- Thanks, Margaret.

Couldn't have done this without you.

♪ ♪

- Our friend Maggie has been compromised!

We need her case agent on the phone right now!

- Already reached out.

Agent Wigent says the group Maggie is embedded with,

the PLF, Planet Liberation Force,

has a hideout in deep woods.

Very few cell towers up there, making communication difficult.

Maggie checks in on a burner phone once every six hours,

and she's not due for another four.

- We are not waiting that long.

Get that location to OA now.

We are pulling her out, even if we have to do it ourselves.

- Looks like it's two hours away in the best of conditions.

- Well, send it anyway.

We just have to hope Maggie can handle herself till then.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- We pinched more than enough picric acid

to take out the target.

I ran a test just to be sure.

This thing goes off, it'll shred steel like it's paper.

- It's perfect.

We're lucky to have you for the cause.

- If we've got picric acid to spare,

then maybe we should consider a bigger target.

- Iris, we've been over this.

The Weddington pipeline--

- An oil pipeline is a weak target.

A refinery, a compressor station--

that's how we get some attention,

make a real statement. - No, no, no.

Our point is to disrupt the commerce

that's responsible for harmful emissions.

That statement is gonna take innocent lives.

- Disrupting a pipeline is the equivalent

of a speeding ticket to these companies.

- Mm-hmm. - We want to make an impact

so big that the whole world will be talking.

- That's not the impact we're trying to make.

We kill a bunch of people,

we're not gonna be seen as freedom fighters.

We're gonna be called terrorists.

- They call us that anyway.

- Every eco-protection group that came before us

was charged with terrorism enhancements

no matter what the target.

Pretextual crap.

- Yeah, because they could have hurt people, Dave.

- No, because this country treats destruction of property

more seriously than loss of life.

As far as I'm concerned,

everybody who works in one of those places

is complicit in ecocide anyway.

- That's enough.

We're not killers.

- [sighs]

- Besides, we can't change the plan

without Mr. Emerson's approval anyway.

- Then he should be here.

- He's a highly visible figure.

He has to move very carefully.

But he's been paying your rent

and putting food on our table for two weeks,

so cut him some slack.

Now, we are moving forward with the plan as discussed.

In two days, we blow up the Weddington pipeline.

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

Yeah?

- Hey.

I didn't know if you wanted a minute.

Or--

- [sighs]

Her thinking is too radical, isn't it?

I don't know. Maybe I--maybe they're right.

Maybe I should be planning a bigger target.

- Well, there's a reason Mr. Emerson chose you to lead.

Not Dave, not Iris.

- I don't know what I'm doing.

I mean, I never planned to be this kind of activist.

I know that what we're doing is right.

- Mm-hmm.

- It--[sighs]

It's just, it's a lot.

I make one wrong decision, and someone can get killed.

- You got us this far.

- [sighs] - Right?

[soft dramatic music]

Whatever you decide, I trust you.

And if Mr. Emerson has a problem with the plan,

then he can come down here and make a case to all of us.

♪ ♪

- Thanks, Margaret.

Things are about to get bumpy.

♪ ♪

I'm really glad I have you with me.

- [sighs] Me, too.

♪ ♪

[phone buzzes]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

God, our reception is so spotty,

this could have been sent hours ago.

- Mr. Emerson?

♪ ♪

- All right, come on.

We need a team meeting. - OK.

♪ ♪

- Yo. - What's up?

- See for yourself.

- [sighs] I knew it.

- Hey, what's going on?

Oof!

[groans]

- [shouting] You're a fed?

- [groans] - Look.

You lied to us.

To me. - That's--that's not me.

That's fake.

- It's an official FBI file.

- It looks legit, Margaret.

- That's fake.

- It's from one of Emerson's sources.

He pays good money for this intel.

We have to trust him.

- Josie, you don't--

you know me.

♪ ♪

- See, that's the thing.

I really don't.

- God.

You can't--you can't get some random text--

- Stay down!

- Hey, save it!

I will not let you ruin everything

that we have worked for.

♪ ♪

Now, I meant it when I said we aren't killers.

Because unlike you, I don't lie, Margaret.

- [mutters indistinctly]

- But I am gonna call in an anonymous tip

to your buddies at the FBI when we're far enough away.

By the time they come and get you,

it'll be too late to stop us.

[shovel thuds] - [grunts]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[liquid sloshing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Dave.

♪ ♪

What are you doing?

- I know you thought you and Josie

had some kind of deep bond, but she told me to finish you.

- That's not true.

That's not true!

Josie wouldn't want that!

She's not a killer.

- She realized what I already knew.

We had to choose between the mission and you.

♪

We chose the mission.

♪ ♪

- Don't. Stop.

Dave, stop! Don't!

Don't do this! Please.

The FBI knows where we are.

I'm telling you.

I was supposed to check in 20 minutes ago and I didn't.

And I'm telling you they're already on their way here.

- At least you admitted it.

Pig.

[dramatic music]

- [gasps]

♪ ♪

Dave!

♪ ♪

Dave, don't!

♪ ♪

[coughing]

[coughing]

♪ ♪

- Maggie!

Maggie.

♪ ♪

- I got you.

[grunts] Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Come on. I got you, I got you.

♪ ♪

I got you, I got you.

♪ ♪

- Agent Bell?

You doing OK?

Didn't think you would be back in the office so soon.

- Yeah, my doctor cleared me from smoke inhalation.

I saw you with Scola. I didn't catch your name.

- Dani Rhodes.

- You were a QC.

- Mm-hmm, yeah.

- You were pulled too? - I was.

- Thank God.

- The whole office was really worried about you.

I've never seen a team so tense.

- Yeah, we don't like to lose.

We'll get 'em.

- Yeah, we will.

- You ever hit your limit?

- Uh, no.

I guess I'm a glutton for punishment.

- [chuckles] I relate.

[phone buzzing]

Isobel wants to see me. Look, good to meet you.

- Yeah, same.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey.

- Sorry it took us so long to reach you.

We knew it was high risk to infiltrate

the Planet Liberation Force.

If I'd have known there was even a chance

of you being compromised, I never would have let

you-- - Cam, it's not your fault.

And I'm OK.

So do we got?

- Well, given the trove of data you provided,

Maggie, this case is nearly complete.

We matched faces to names for everyone you've given us.

- OK, so what about Josie?

I couldn't find anything on her.

- That's because she was lying about her last name.

But with the details you gave us,

we were to match it back to Josie DiArmas,

as in the daughter of Grant DiArmas.

- The oil baron.

He's a billionaire.

- Yeah, many times over.

But it seems like she's disowned him.

- That makes sense.

She's trying to undo what her family's done to the planet.

They've made the bomb.

And they're not gonna back off,

so I need to get back out there.

I'll lead the team.

- Absolutely not.

You know the rules, Maggie.

Agents do not go from covert to overt.

- I understand that.

But I know Josie and I can talk her down.

I can dismantle the PLF without any bloodshed.

- Maggie, she left you in a burning van.

- No, Dave did that.

She's not a violent person.

Look, I know she's supporting her cause in the wrong way,

but I can help her see that.

- We can't take that risk.

- [sighs]

- Then at least let me stay back

at the Mobile Control Center.

You're gonna want me there.

At some point, you're gonna need me there.

I know them.

- What's their target?

- It was the Weddington Pipeline.

But now that they know we're on to them,

they're gonna change it.

- We've already started mapping out possible targets.

- My best guess, compressor station outside the city.

- Operated by Valerin Petroleum.

- Yes.

- Well, if it's damaged, it'll shut off the oil supply

to the entire state of New York.

- Exactly.

- Take the team and go, now.

[tense music]

- You hold the post.

You two take the roof.

- Copy that.

- I know it's against your instincts,

but Isobel was clear.

- I know.

I'll stay back at the Command Center.

And let me know if you get eyes on Josie.

♪ ♪

- It should be you out there, Agent Bell,

finishing what you started.

♪ ♪

- Thanks.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- FBI! Put them on the ground!

- Drop your weapons!

♪ ♪

- I got Josie.

♪ ♪

- I'm moving in.

- Maggie!

♪ ♪

- Scola's already in pursuit.

- Maggie!

♪ ♪

- [whispering] Let me try.

♪ ♪

Josie, it's me, Special Agent Maggie Bell.

♪ ♪

Look, I didn't want it to go down like this.

It was too late before I found out that you were Mr. Emerson.

♪ ♪

I know that you're Josie DiArmas,

and you've bankrolled this entire operation

with your dad's money.

♪ ♪

Please, come out with your hands up.

♪ ♪

- I had to be careful, you know?

I didn't trust everyone yet.

♪ ♪

But of all the people to stab me in the back,

I didn't think it'd be you.

- I didn't want that.

Please, you need to put down the gun.

Otherwise, you know what I have to do.

- Yeah, so why haven't you?

- Because I think you're good.

And you wanna change things for the better.

- Yeah, the only way to do that is to tear everything down!

- No, it's not.

Look.

[dramatic music]

♪

Where's Dave and Iris?

- They were supposed to meet us here.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- There's no one else here.

They're not coming.

They used you as a diversion.

- No.

- Yes, because they know that you're not a killer.

But they are.

As far as they know, they just burned me alive in that van.

- What?

- Josie, the message that you wanna send

and your operation you had going, it's over.

It's done.

They're in control now.

♪ ♪

Please, put down your gun.

♪

[gun clatters]

♪ ♪

Where are they going? Where are they headed?

You've got to tell me.

- It would have to be the breakout tanks in Greenpoint.

It's the last compound that hasn't been retrofitted.

I ruled it out as a target because attacking it...

it would kill thousands of people.

♪ ♪

- Let's go. We gotta go now.

- Come on.

♪ ♪

- All right, so breaking news from the field.

We've rounded up half of PLF's foot soldiers,

but a few key members are still out there

and plan on wreaking havoc.

We believe the group is now led by Dave Brewer and Iris Nelson.

They wanna make a spectacle by blowing up a compound

of breakout tanks full of petroleum.

Ian, can you tell us about the location?

- Greenpoint Compound is the largest in the state

and active 24 hours a day.

It is a older compound, which is bad news for us.

It predates the regulations requiring them to be placed

farther away from civilian populations.

Now, it's hard to predict

without knowing the blast radius,

but with all that flammable petroleum in one place,

conservative estimate puts casualties over a thousand.

- Elise, get with NYPD.

Form an evacuation route.

- They've been alerted,

but it could take up to 90 minutes to clear.

- We don't have that kind of time.

If Josie's intel is correct, PLF is already there.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- We notified station manager.

Greenpoint evacuation protocol is in place.

The employees are being cleared out,

but we don't have time to wait for that.

- Bravo Team, you take west.

Alpha Team with me, east.

Let's move.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Are you sure you trust Josie? She could be diverting us.

- I don't think she would lie to me.

- Maybe not Margaret, but what about Agent Bell?

- My gut says it's here.

- OK. Then it's here.

- Let's split up. - Two with me.

♪ ♪

- Hey. Get off-site.

Hey, guys, you need to evacuate now.

Get off-site.

♪ ♪

I've got eyes on Iris, northeast corner.

Iris!

[gunfire]

[automatic gunfire]

[bullets ricocheting]

[gunfire]

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- You're good. - You good?

- I got him.

♪ ♪

- Let's go.

You gotta get off-site now.

- Scola. - What?

- Think I got something here.

- Oh, man, OK.

- [sighs] - Ready?

- Yeah. - One, two, three.

♪ ♪

- Oh. - OK.

♪ ♪

It's definitely rigged for remote detonation.

- Who has the detonator?

[device beeps]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- I got eyes on Dave.

He has the detonator.

FBI! Stop!

[dramatic music]

Dave!

- You won't be able to jam the detonation signal

without a Faraday cage.

You're going to have to disarm it manually.

Were you able to confirm the device is

initiated with blasting caps?

- Yes, Ian, it has blasting caps,

but I can't remove them from the main charge.

- Well, then your best bet is to counteract

the bomb's explosive capabilities

with sodium hydroxide or sodium sulfide.

- Sodium what? I--we-- we don't have those.

We gotta get out of here.

All agents move out.

We gotta move, now!

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

[gunfire]

♪

[gun clicking]

- Our climate's in crisis.

The world is burning.

We're trying to save it and you're trying to stop us?

- I tried to tell you, Iris. There are no shortcuts, OK?

You can't blow things up to try to change minds.

Now turn around.

Now.

- You'll never stop us.

You think shutting down one branch of a movement's

gonna change anything?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[electronic beeping]

[Dave groans]

♪ ♪

[metallic clattering]

♪ ♪

[electronic beeping]

- I'm not going back to prison.

[gunshot]

[thud]

[suspenseful music]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[knocks at door] - Ms. Castille?

You wanted to see me?

- Yeah, come in.

Thank you for helping with the polygraphs.

I spoke with the Undercover Office.

They apologized for any flippant remarks

that may have been made during your interviews.

- Mm, yeah, well, with everything else that happened,

I didn't even notice.

You guys stay busy in the New York Field Office.

- Mm, not as busy as you.

You closed 21 cases in the past two years.

Most people would look for something quieter

after taking three bullets to the gut.

But not you.

You doubled down,

decided to spend your time pretending to be a gang member,

working alone for months in some pretty lethal situations.

- When I'm undercover, it's only myself I need to rely on.

But when I'm out in the field, I learn the hard way.

You're only as strong as the weakest link on your team.

But you know, today was different.

I kept looking, but you guys don't have a weak link.

- Well, we could always be stronger.

If you'd like to stick around,

you would still go undercover as needed,

but you would have a home here with us if you want.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- If you'll take a chance on me,

I'll take a chance on you.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Hey.

Had your debrief yet?

- Uh, headed there now.

- I'll walk you.

- OK.

- I do have to say, if you are considering

a career as an eco-terrorist, you can pull off the look.

- [scoffs] Watch it.

- Are you back for good, or are you gonna disappear again?

- No, I'm back.

- You sure?

- What does that mean?

- Well, when you go undercover,

you're either looking for something

or hiding from something.

Just wanna make sure you're OK.

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]