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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.

[sirens wailing]

[door bell jingles]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[bell dings]

- We need to talk to the owner.

[people screaming]

- [groans]

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

[engine revs]

[tense music]

[door bell jingles]

[sirens wailing]

- 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.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[dramatic music]

- 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.

[heavy metal music playing]

[blade whirring]

- Ivar Asghari? FBI.

- Appointment only. And it's Ee-var.

- [sighs]

[whirring continues]

- Did you like something on my site,

or you want something custom?

[music stops]

- 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?

- [sighs] I got it right here.

[box creaks, papers rustle]

Name is Sandra Longo.

[dramatic music]

- 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.

[beeping]

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!

- [sighs]

- 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.

[door clicks close]

[knocking on door]

- 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.

[tense music]

- 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.

- [sighs] 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.

- [sighs] 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.

[phone buzzes] - [sighs]

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.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

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.

- [sighs] 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.

[door buzzes]

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

- [chuckles nervously]

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.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[object clatters] - Freeze!

Got a runner.

♪ ♪

[both grunting]

[Taser crackling] [groans]

[panting]

Suspect got away.

Ah!

[muffled whimpering]

- Trishelle. It's okay.

It'll be okay. I got you.

You're safe now.

- [breathing raggedly]

- 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?

- [distorted voice] 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.

[dramatic music]

- Doctor Carter... [PA announcements continue]

- 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.

[scoffs] 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! [scoffs]

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?

- [groans]

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...

[knocking on wall] 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.

- [sighs] 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! [chanting continues]

- 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.

[door clicks]

- U.S. Attorney Harrington, with me.

- Hurry up, you guys. Go.

- Stay close. - Quickly.

Gun! [people scream]

- Down! Get down! - [grunts]

- 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.

- [sighs] 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.

- [sighs] 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.

[dramatic music]

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!

[all grunting]

- Freeze! Freeze!

all: See justice done! Release the 41!

- [grunts]

- 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!

- [yells]

- Hey!

[grunts]

- 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!

[sirens wailing]

- Yeah, we got it.

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

[siren wailing]

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

- Suspect's leaving the yard, heading westbound.

[siren chirping]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

[car horn blares]

[truck beeping]

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!

- [softly] 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!

- [groans]

[groaning]

♪ ♪

- 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...

[sighs] 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.

- [scoffs]

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.

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]