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[car horns beeping]
[indistinct chatter]
[keypad beeping]
[buzzer rings]
- Hey. - Welcome back, jefe.
- Caleb. Long time, man.
- Got too fancy for us.
Assistant Special Agent in Charge.
- Yeah, it's a mouthful, right? - You wear it well.
This informant must be a big deal
if they're bringing you in to debrief him.
- Wait, how do you know who I'm meeting with?
That shouldn't be on your log.
- The guy's jumpy.
He got here early an hour ago.
- He's here already?
- [scoffs] Like I said, jumpy.
- What's he said? - I got nada.
Guy refuses to say a peep, unless it's to you.
He's spooked, for sure.
- Hey.
- This one feels different.
Big.
- And you're Kevin Saxton with the Defense Department, right?
Logistics, shipping, inventory, et cetera.
And you have something that the FBI might wanna hear?
- Yeah, but, uh--
- Kevin, talk to me.
- [clears throat] So I'm-- I'm--I'm being surveilled,
and I need to get someplace safe,
and then I'll tell you what I know.
- Yeah, that's-- that's no problem.
We can get you protection.
But can you give me a hint at what we're dealing with here?
- So a new day is coming.
- Can you be more specific?
- There is an attack planned
on your office, 26 Fed.
It's targeted. It's sophisticated.
Code name, A New Day.
- O--Okay, let's-- let's back up.
Do you know who is planning this attack?
- Um, I flagged a strange report.
I downloaded it to show my supervisor.
And the next day, it was deleted from the DOD server.
- And you still have that file? - Yeah.
And I will share it, once I am in Belize, or--or Botswana,
or wherever they can't get to me.
[suspenseful music]
Look, I--I know how this sounds,
but you and your people are in danger.
- Okay.
Uh, let me get my SAC on the phone,
and we'll figure something out.
- Mm.
♪
- [sighs]
[buzzer rings]
- Brett!
Great to see you. - Good morning. Morning, boss.
They're expecting us upstairs.
- Let me walk you two up.
[suppressed gunshot]
- Not getting a signal here.
- I got nothing either.
- That's a signal jam!
That--they're--they're here.
They're here. - Uh, no--
- No, no, no, no. I'm going.
I'm going. No, no! We all need to go!
- Kevin, relax. Are you guys getting a sig--
- No, no, no, no!
[suppressed gunshot] - [gasps]
- Get down! - Please, please--
- Oh! [grunts]
- Oh--oh, my God.
[suspenseful music]
- No, no, no, please, no! [gunshot]
[grunts] Oh, God.
[grunts]
[suppressed gunshot]
- [whispering] There's a panic button.
Cover me.
- W-wait, wait, wait!
[suppressed gunshot] - [grunts]
- No, no, no, no!
♪
[gunshots]
- Hey, distress signal from the Threat Intake Center
on 81st Street? - I know.
- Jubal was there?
- I haven't been able to get ahold of him.
- Office lines are dead at the station.
- All right, Ian, can we get feed from inside the building?
- Feeds are down.
External data transmission's been cut off.
- All right, Jubal was meeting a whistleblower there
this morning. This is no coincidence.
I've got a team en route.
♪
- [softly] Second floor is clear.
Where's Jubal?
- [softly] I don't know.
- No Jubal.
- Guys, that's his phone.
♪
- [groans]
[door bell chimes]
- Hey. Sorry.
Uh, I'm with the-- I'm with the FBI.
- Do you need an ambulance?
- Uh, yeah, but do you have a first aid kit here?
Like, bandages?
- In the back, to the left. - All right. So yes.
Call--call 911.
Use a landline if you have it.
But lock the door first.
[panting] [door bell chimes]
- Are you the only one working here?
I'm looking for someone who might have come
in here, possibly wounded.
♪
- Damn it.
Stay where you are! Don't move. Get behind me.
- ASAC Jubal Valentine, I got your distress signal.
Oh, God, you're injured. That doesn't look good.
Let me give you a lift to the hospital.
- Who are you?
- Easy, you can put that down.
Special Agent Maxine Joubert.
Distress call pinged my Tahoe.
- Out of which office?
- I'm Jersey side.
- Wait, how did you find me?
That distress signal was five blocks south.
- You're shaken up. I don't know what you've seen.
I'm just responding to a call.
♪
You're worried for him? Buddy.
- No!
[both grunting]
♪
[muffled gunshot]
- Jubal!
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- What happened?
- She's Forefront.
That's--that's who shot up the Threat Intake Center.
There were two of them, at least.
They're back,
and they're inside the FBI.
♪
- So this is the agent that tried to--
- Kill me, yeah.
Maxine Joubert, legit FBI agent out of Jersey.
Seven years under her belt.
- Average caseload, no reprimands or accolades.
Unremarkable.
- Yeah, except for the Forefront tattoo.
They all seem to have that.
So last time we dealt with Forefront,
they were inside the Marshals Service.
- Yeah, inside the JOC stealing intel,
crippling our investigations.
- Right.
And after we shut them down, whoever is running them
was somehow able to recruit FBI agents.
- [softly] As unthinkable as that is,
the real question is, what do they want now?
- Well, this is the guy that I met with this morning.
Kevin Saxton, DOD logistics.
He was telling me about a terror plot
that came across his desk targeting the New York office.
Maggie and OA are on their way to Kevin's apartment,
so hopefully they'll find something.
I mean, what-- what worries me is--
- How many more Forefront operatives are inside the FBI?
- And where they are.
- Jubal, we've gotta start talking about your protection.
They saw your face. - I can take care of myself.
- Listen, Forefront went in to kill anyone
who could reveal their plan.
Now they have a loose end: you.
- [sighs] Sir.
- ADIC Reynolds.
Deputy Assistant Director Keane.
- Isobel.
- Six dead at an offsite station.
Thank God you got out. I'd love to hear how.
Right now, in fact.
[suspenseful music]
- Yeah.
♪
- This morning, you were meeting with a DOD informant
at the Threat Intake Center.
What'd he tell you?
- We were hit before I was able to get much from him,
but he--he called the op A New Day.
- In your report, you refer to this informant
as a whistleblower.
Why that term, whistleblower? Did you already...
- You're nervous.
- I just--I wish we knew more.
- I hear you.
- How'd they get access to the building?
- Shot the guard, sir.
- Well, the code at the front door changes every 24 hours.
The purpose of that location is a secret.
Do you have any notion as to how they got in?
- One explanation. They have help.
Forefront has people inside the bureau,
maybe inside this building.
- Yeah, on that we can agree.
I've been keeping tabs on them.
Forefront is cunning.
They've burrowed into our institutions.
They're good at hiding in plain sight.
Makes them difficult to sniff out.
And yet you, ASAC Valentine,
have encountered and survived not one,
but two attacks by this group.
- This is a waste of time. Jubal is as good as they come.
- There, we may not agree.
Reading your file, it's no novella, I'll tell you that.
You stayed with the bureau even after being
passed over for the top job.
A lot of guys would have put in for a transfer.
Not you.
Then again, a lot of guys don't have your past record either.
Answer me this.
If Forefront really wanted to hide one of their own
in the New York office, they'd want someone well-positioned
to pass on intel.
Maybe an ASAC,
someone with a sordid past,
easy to blackmail.
- Sir, I've never been a perfect agent.
I made peace with the fact that my career would have a ceiling.
I own my mistakes.
But if you've looked closely, as you say you have,
you'd see I would never betray the bureau,
or anyone in this building.
♪
[door buzzes]
- ADIC Reynolds, this kind of suspicion,
this division, it is exactly what Forefront wants.
I would stake my reputation and my career on the fact
that he is not associated with Forefront in any way.
- Your career?
It's a hefty wager.
I'll take it.
But if these people have infiltrated the FBI,
we three have to keep this quiet.
And any findings related to Forefront,
you bring to me and me alone.
You understand?
- Yes, sir.
♪
[sighs]
[whispering] Okay, so...
you don't think it's strange that ADIC Reynolds
wants to keep terrorist infiltration
of the FBI under wraps?
- [softly] Maybe he doesn't wanna tip his hand.
It's better that Forefront doesn't know we're on to them.
- Right, but they do know. I'm--I'm a loose end.
- Jubal, he is our superior.
- And look, we have to--we have to consider this, right?
We just do.
What if he is the man responsible for these attacks
and we're just handing him our only shred of evidence here?
- Like my grandma always said, don't put the horse in the car.
- You mean, don't put the cart before the horse?
- No.
No, I mean, English was her second language,
but you get my point.
I have no concrete reason to suspect John Reynolds.
- How does Kevin Saxton, a low-level logistics analyst,
stumble across a terror plot like this?
- I bet it's in his files.
Kevin knew something, and he was killed for it.
- Yeah, but by who?
Forefront has operatives inside the FBI.
Maggie, if people can't trust us,
then how are we gonna trust ourselves?
- We're gonna get through this.
So is the FBI.
- It would help if we knew what we were looking for.
Thumb drives, files--
- NYPD! Come out! Hands where we can see them!
[tense music]
♪
- We're the FBI.
We're following a lead.
Somebody was murdered here this morning.
- Yeah, it doesn't explain you tossing the place.
Keep your hands up!
- I'm gonna show you my badge and my gun.
- Slowly. - Yeah, how else?
Okay?
- Do you mind telling me what you guys are doing here?
- Got a 911 call.
Neighbors said they heard someone forcing the door.
- Let me see your wrists.
- What the hell?
- Do you have any tattoos on your wrists?
- You serious? - Very.
- We good?
- Yeah.
- False alarm, ma'am.
They're federal agents. Nothing to worry about.
- Kevin was murdered?
- He was murdered this morning. Did you know him?
- I--I mean, I--
I--we're neighbors for five years,
and I got his packages-- by mistake.
- But you two weren't close?
- I didn't think so.
Then last night, he's bringing me over some of his home brew.
You can come in.
You just have to ignore the mess.
- You said that he brought over some home brew?
- Yeah, but not for me.
I mean, he says he's got this alcoholic sister coming in,
and he needs a place to store it.
- Okay, is it still here?
- Yeah, it's right there.
You--you guys are allowed to drink on the job now?
- Unfortunately not.
- What else can you tell us about Kevin?
- I kind of didn't believe him.
The sister story? Hm.
Just didn't sit right.
- Uh, Maggie?
♪
[applause] - Hey, thank you.
I'm fine. Thank you very much.
We have bigger fish to fry here.
Where are we with Kevin Saxton's USB file?
- Cracked the files on the drive.
They're all equipment tracking logs.
Looks like he was trying to locate a rerouted shipment
meant for the Pentagon.
- Any idea what was being transported?
- Cell phones, couple dozen.
- Phones?
Well, I'm guessing there's more to them than custom emojis.
If they're worth stealing, that means somebody's missing them.
Who? - Well, us.
According to Kevin's files, these phones were designed
in a joint CIA-NSA op.
- Says here they were packed with a micro explosive
and detonator rigged to blow when they
received an encrypted text.
- Okay, so those are like the pagers Mossad developed.
- The project was scrapped and the devices
were sent to the Pentagon.
But based on Kevin's logs, someone found out
about the shipment and altered the logistics chain
to have these devices delivered to an internal
FBI supply department.
- Wait, so you're saying that explosive phones
are unknowingly in the hands of FBI agents?
- And the specs are identical
to our standard issue cell phones.
- Everybody stop.
What is the date on that report?
- Four weeks ago.
- Okay.
Has anyone received or traded in
an FBI-issued phone in the last month?
- I can store them in our Faraday cage just in case.
It would block out any detonation signal.
- Okay, do it.
- Okay, so let's-- let's keep moving.
I wanna know who ordered this shipment
and where these phones are now.
- Okay, so, uh, the DOD order Kevin flagged
was recoded for delivery to an FBI office
of Intelligence Systems Management.
That office doesn't exist.
- Yeah. Okay. So these phones went somewhere.
So dig in, get creative.
The lives of good people in this office are at risk.
We need to know how many agents received a new phone
since that order went through, yeah?
[suspenseful music]
- [whispering] This is it,
everything on Kevin Saxton's drive.
- Okay, thanks. I'll go in alone.
- You sure?
- I am not sure of anything right now, but I'm fine.
Really.
And if you see DAD Keane, send him in.
I'll signal you if anything seems off.
- Yeah.
[muffled rumbling]
[rumbling and thudding]
- What the hell was that?
[knocking]
- Someone just walked in.
I'll call you right back?
- When were you issued that phone?
- What?
- We believe that there is a shipment of phones
rigged with explosives in the field.
When did you get it?
- A month, maybe more. I'd have to ask Lisa.
- John, we have to be sure.
Anyone who received
a bureau-issued phone in the last month--
[fire alarm ringing] [muffled shouting]
- Isobel. Hey!
[tense music]
Isobel!
Hey!
Isobel.
Isobel!
[sirens wailing]
- Bombs went off on three different floors.
- We've just gotta keep our heads together.
- [softly] Hey.
- Oh, there you are, thank God.
This is insane.
- How do we come back from this?
- Hey, where's Maggie?
We couldn't get ahold of her.
- I don't know.
- Yeah.
Look, I'm--I'm sure she's fine, okay?
- Straight ahead.
- Just need the positive ID.
His phone went off, yes? - Affirmative.
ADIC Reynolds' phone received the command.
- Who is that?
- SAC Castille. - Jesus.
- She must have been in the room when it went off.
This is gonna be a problem for us.
- Well, if it wasn't planned, it damn well is, isn't it?
All right. Let's get EMS up here.
I want these deaths declared, carted out.
- Shall I oversee? - What?
No, no, you shouldn't be up here.
The op's a success.
Let the dust settle.
Now I have to clear the JOC.
Come on.
♪
- Okay, so let's take a beat.
This is it.
This is A New Day.
And this kind of emergency is exactly
the reason the JOC exists.
Now, EMS is clearing the 19th floor right now.
There were multiple explosions.
- Isobel was up there.
- Yeah, she was.
With ADIC Reynolds.
But there will be-- there will be time to mourn.
Now is not that time.
Now, all we know is, FBI agents aligned with Forefront
targeted FBI personnel, good people.
I don't know about you, but I would like to pin the bastards
down who thought they could come into our home
and make a mess!
So let's get to work.
Elise, talk to me.
- Uh, four confirmed explosions in the building.
Um, multiple floors.
- And--and five explosions reported in the field.
There was an agent in his car on the BQE
when his phone was detonated.
- Too early to tell who they were.
- Okay, I wanna know how these guys operate.
Someone ordered this attack.
Someone is leading Forefront,
pulling the strings. Who?
- Cross-referencing every Forefront
member we've encountered.
Maybe there's a link we missed. - Good.
Throw--throw everything up on the wall.
No time for Rembrandts. Give me Jackson Pollocks.
- Hold--hold everything, please.
This building is being evacuated.
- What--wait, wait, wait. What?
These--these--these people know the risks.
They--they signed up for it.
- I'm sure they do, but you are being evacuated.
All personnel. - O--Okay.
Uh, DAD Keane, listen--
- I'm afraid it's Acting Director now.
Look, I'm sorry for your loss, but we are under attack.
We don't know where the danger's coming from.
Right now, my responsibility is securing this building.
We are gonna get these guys, okay?
- We--we-- we need the JOC right now.
These people are the--the best tool that the bureau has
for finding out who ordered these attacks
and what their endgame is.
- That's exactly why I need you to stop.
♪
My way forward, there's only one way.
Cut out the cancer.
So...
I'm placing the entire New York field office
on administrative leave until we know who's who.
That means shields, phones, weapons
all remain here temporarily.
Thank you.
- Under whose authority?
My team has dealt with Forefront.
I've seen this menace firsthand.
- I know it. I know.
And you always seem to come away clean.
Look, I watched Reynolds grill you earlier.
I don't think there's anything to it,
but you have to understand my position, yes?
It's not personal.
It's existential.
♪
I'll need your weapon.
And...
Thank you.
♪
[sirens wailing]
- Maggie!
You okay?
- Yeah. Listen--
- You were on 19? When the bombs went off?
- I was.
- And ADIC Reynolds, I heard he's--
- He was killed.
So was SAC Castille.
- What?
- ADIC Reynolds and SAC Castille are both dead?
- Yes.
- What are we gonna do? - There's nothing to do.
We've all been relieved of our duties.
[indistinct conversation]
- Maggie.
[distant sirens wailing]
Were you guys followed? - No. Were you?
- You guys wanna tell us what the hell we're doing here?
- Downstairs. We've got some work to do.
- What is this place?
- Looks like an old undercover site.
- It's off the books. We're safe here.
- Hey, guys.
- Oh, my God. I thought you were--
- Ma'am, uh, you need medical.
- No.
Right now, I need to be dead.
If we're gonna stop Forefront, we have to move in the shadows.
We're going dark.
♪
- Are we sure that no one else knows we're here?
- We can't be sure of anything anymore.
- All right.
We have to get our heads around this.
With ADIC Reynolds gone, Forefront now has control
of the New York field office, including all of its assets,
and they are taking orders from Simon Keane.
- Keane?
He's career FBI. I mean, he's a company man.
- Yeah, I heard him talking after the bomb went off.
He wanted verification that the hit on Reynolds was successful.
- We think Reynolds was getting close to him, right?
That's why he was targeted.
- With the files the whistleblower collected,
Reynolds would have confirmed it.
- Right.
- All right, we need concrete evidence connecting Keane
to Forefront, and the phone bombs
that killed ADIC Reynolds and our eight other agents.
- It's gonna be tough, right?
We can't access any, uh, internal servers
or FBI databases, right?
- Logging in will expose us to Forefront.
- Then we draw them out.
Bring them to us.
- Okay, but then what?
They stripped us of our firearms.
[apprehensive music]
- Everything we do from now on is unsanctioned.
I would never demand that any of you
put yourselves in the crosshairs unnecessarily.
It's your choice.
- I'm good.
- I'd rather take orders from a ghost than a traitor any day.
- So that's that. Where do we start?
- We need to track down our CIs.
Get every weapon you can.
[tense music]
♪
- Okay, so welcome to the new JOC.
Same as the old JOC, only, you know,
entirely different.
Let's back it up to 8:00 a.m. this morning.
DOD whistleblower Kevin Saxton was assassinated
after he tells me that he uncovered a DT plot
against the New York office, code name A New Day.
And this is it, A New Day.
ADIC Reynolds and eight others were the intended targets,
so what we need to figure out is,
why kill these eight agents?
- Well, we know that they certainly
were not all high ranking.
I mean, at least half of these agents
were just regular folks trying to make cases.
- They all worked for different divisions inside the office.
It's almost random.
- What do we know about them?
- Olivia Wilson, helped her out with a cybercrime case.
Hackers were based out of Guangzhou.
- I know Kenzie Baker.
We planned a corporate espionage sting last year.
- Who was the target?
- Aerospace company.
Chinese military was after their designs.
- We worked with Devon Mills on a political corruption case.
- Hush money out of-- - Beijing.
Okay, I'm seeing a pattern.
- Okay, so what are-- what are we saying here?
That these eight targets were all investigating
Chinese influence in New York.
- Come on, we think Forefront is a Chinese op?
- Is it really so far-fetched?
I mean, we know that China's active in New York,
hunting dissidents, blackmailing lawmakers,
stealing trade secrets--
all of the things that these brave agents
were putting a stop to.
- Okay, but if Forefront answers to Beijing,
what's their goal?
- Destabilize New York's law enforcement,
install corrupt leaders.
- So the Chinese government expands their reach
without retaliation.
- But can we prove that?
All we have are some names on a window.
- Oh, I'll get Keane to talk. Force his hand.
- That goes sideways, then you're exposed.
- What's he gonna do? Kill me again?
- I'm-- [sighs]
Only trying to keep the ship--
Moving.
- ADIC Keane.
- Let me call you back.
Uh, a lot of loose ends keep popping up.
Okay. [line beeps]
- I'm searching you.
Don't make this hard.
- I don't think that's necessary, Brett.
- Should we talk alone?
- Anything you can say to him, you can say to me.
- Fine.
Taking out ADIC Reynolds was a good move.
- [laughs]
I can't imagine you know what you're saying, Isobel.
You--you've had a terrible accident, you're--
- I know what you planned, and I think it's long overdue.
You took eight agents off the board for China.
Eight agents.
All of them were investigating the Chinese government
meddling in New York State.
- I did no such thing.
- I still have my FBI-issued phone.
I wasn't a target.
Not on your list.
You wanted ADIC Reynolds,
and I happened to be in the wrong place, wrong time.
But I don't have to be collateral damage.
I think you'll find my connections in the bureau
invaluable to our cause.
Keep me in place as the SAC,
and I will provide a sense of stability,
something you need after today's chaos.
- Why would he trust you?
- Well, he shouldn't, but I can prove my loyalty.
Right now, there is a team that you put on leave,
Agents Bell and Zidan under ASAC Valentine.
They are working to determine who is responsible
for today's bombings. - What?
- How long do you think it's gonna take them
to make the connections I did?
- How do you know this?
- Well, information finds me.
How do you think I made it this far?
Let me join you.
I'll give you their location, your last loose end.
Eventually, someone will have to take the blame
for today's violence. It may as well be them.
They're already in violation of the law,
operating outside of the bureau.
- That location, you're sure of it?
[ominous music]
- If I was Forefront, I'd force us to reveal our position.
- Then that's what we do.
We show ourselves, then retreat to wherever
we can make this a fair fight.
- Guys, what if they come through these tunnels?
- Uh, that would make them insane.
- They come through these tunnels, we're surrounded.
- And if I forget everything you just told me?
- Come on, Quantico was not that long ago, all right?
Even if you miss, it still pops.
You guys look great. - We got your back.
You got this. - Okay.
Worst case, you throw it at the guy.
- [sighs]
♪
- We need to assume that we're gonna be outgunned.
Forefront is FBI.
That means they are trained just like us.
- But that means that we can anticipate their moves.
- We all know the plan.
Split up, force them to fight
where we can control the terrain.
- Yeah, I just wanna say, splitting up sounds
a lot less safe than not splitting up.
- That is the best chance that we have.
Stay down. Maintain cover.
- It's okay that you're nervous.
We need to get out there and have each other's backs.
We do that, we'll win.
- Right. Copy that.
Isobel just confirmed Keane took the bait.
Forefront is on the way here right now.
- Positions, everybody. - Let's go!
[train horn blares]
[tracks rattling]
[distant PA announcements]
[tense music]
- [softly] Go on the other side.
♪
- Echo team, you take point.
- Copy.
- [softly] Now.
[device beeps]
- [screams]
[gunfire]
- Echo Team, get to the lower level!
- Fall back!
- With me, take them.
Take them! Take them, take them, go!
♪
- [softly] Go.
- Duck! [grunts]
[gunshots]
- [grunts] - Ah!
- [exhales]
[both breathing heavily]
♪
[cartridge clicks]
- [grunts]
[electricity crackles]
- [gasps]
- [groaning]
[gunfire]
- [grunts]
[both grunt]
- Regroup. Everyone at the top level.
Echo team, regroup!
[grunts]
[dramatic music]
♪
[phone buzzes]
- Can't get in. Get cyber and figure out how.
I need access to everything as soon as you can.
- It's that very lack of patience that is your undoing.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- Everybody on your knees. Hands on your head, now.
- Whoa, whoa.
Stand down, everybody.
What do you think's going on here?
- It's over.
You're done.
This is the first of many indignities
you are about to experience.
- You have nothing.
I've done nothing.
[phone beeps]
- Right now, there is a team that you put on leave,
Agents Bell and Zidan under ASAC Valentine.
They are working to determine who is responsible
for today's bombings. - What?
- Let me join you.
I'll give you their location, your last loose end.
- That location, you're sure of it?
Show him.
[tense music]
♪
- It's not a bomb, but it is enough to blow up your plans.
Let's not forget you sent men to kill federal agents,
myagents.
- Isobel, that is a bald-faced lie.
- Well, soon-to-be former
Special Agent Wabash says different.
He reports directly to you,
and he has already explained everything,
how you conspired to take control of this office
at the direction of a foreign adversary.
♪
- Brett.
You...
♪
You and your agents...
you have no idea what's really happening out there.
This country is being left behind,
and I am just trying to protect us.
- By exposing us to our foreign enemies?
- Wow, enemies, adversa-- you still don't get it.
We need a different relationship.
Productive, mutual, peaceful.
That is how we survive, Isobel.
- You are a traitor to this office and to our country.
So here's a new directive for you.
Get down on the ground.
♪
- It's okay to take a breath, Zidan.
- [exhales] How do we know that we got them all?
Maggie, Keane lead Forefront,
but what if someone else took up the banner?
- Forefront came for us twice, and we took them out.
If we have to, we'll do it again.
- You're right.
- I know.
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey. Good morning, everyone.
Um...
Uh, so it's hard to know what to say here, but, uh...
Well, I'm proud to look around this room
at all the faces who stood up in the face of terror,
and I am thankful to everyone who stood up
who is not standing here now.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
Uh...
- [sighs]
We have successfully taken down Forefront.
We also learned that there are greater dangers
lurking in the shadows.
I know that scares me, right?
But we have a choice to make.
Do we run towards the danger, or away from it?
For me, that choice is easy,
because I believe in all of you.
The FBI, ourFBI,
the ones who work tirelessly
to protect the...
innocent lives every day...
To protect the innocent.
And every--every day...
[tense music]
♪
- Ma'am?
Ma'am? Ma'am! Ma'am!
Isobel! Isobel! [clamoring]
- Give them some space, some space.
- She doesn't have a pulse.
- Get EMT in here right now! - Call it in, call it in!
[clamoring] Isobel! Isobel!
[tense music]
♪
[wolf howls]
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