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[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Your brother, Joe Jr.,

he's been spotted
in nightclubs overseas,

clubs that are
known drug scenes.

- You seem troubled, honey.
Reach out to Elliot.

- There's nothing
Elliot can do for me now.

- Witnesses claim
their cars have been hacked.

- Detective Tanner,
Counterterrorism Bureau.

people behind this

a group that call
themselves The Collective.

- So they're terrorists.

♪ ♪

- Our message has been heard,

'cause for the first time,
people are taking us seriously.

- I can't be a part
of this anymore.

- I'm not abandoning
what we've built.

- It's Skye.

I'm ready to talk.

Help!
Someone please help me!

[flames roaring, siren wailing]

- You get an extreme reaction
like this,

means we're getting close.

[hard rock music]

♪ ♪

[cell phone vibrates]

♪ ♪

- Where are you going?

- Keep working.
I'll be back.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Ma.

So I go into the bodega
across from the karate studio,

ask for a DVD section.

The guy laughs at me.
Right?

Laughs in my face
like I'm the asshole.

It was like I asked for
parchment paper and a quill.

[person gasping for air]

Ma? Ma!

- [gasping]
- Ma, are you okay?

- J-Joey came.

[cell phone beeping]
[coughing] And--

[gasping]
And I told him--

- Easy.
I'm calling for help.

Yeah, I need an ambulance.
- [gasping]

- I need an ambulance!

- Hey, Mom.

[somber music]

I know you can hear me.

I'm holding your hand
right now.

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry, A-Seong,
but I'm afraid it's time.

♪ ♪

- Randall.

Randall, Randall.
What happened?

- I don't know.
I-I found her on the ground.

She was struggling to breathe.
- Where the hell were you?

- I was out getting movies
for our movie night.

When I got back--
- How is she?

- I don't know.
- Can we see her?

- They're working
on her right now.

All we can do is wait.

- [sighs]

- There has to be
some sort of treatment

that you haven't thought of.

Maybe a drug trial
or something?

- We've done everything we can
at this point.

But given
her current condition,

the hospital
has unfortunately deemed

that no further treatment
can be justified.

- So you're justifying murder?

- Excuse me?

- I thought you were supposed
to treat the patient,

not the numbers.

- I understand you're upset,
and I'm sorry.

We'll do our best to keep
your mother comfortable.

- Don't worry.

I won't let this go unanswered.

- We're taking your mom to get
her a cardiac ultrasound.

- So--so it's definitely
her heart, then?

- It could be
a number of things.

We won't know for sure
until we perform more tests.

I'll come get you in the
waiting room when we're done.

[indistinct chatter]

- [sighs]

Hey, there's, um, something
else I got to tell you.

When I found her on the floor,

she said Joe Jr.
had come to see her.

- Stop.
You know how her mind is.

- I don't think
it was the dementia.

She, uh, was absolutely sure.

Joe's back.

[heavy metal music]

♪ ♪

- How's it looking?
- It'll be ready.

♪ ♪

- [inhales sharply]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Who's keeping track
of her meds?

It's important to give
them a list so they

know what she's taking.
- Randall has it.

- Good morning, Kathleen.

Hey.
- How is she?

- They're still doing tests,

and we should know
something soon.

- I can take over if you want
to go get something to eat.

- No, I could--could stay
for a while.

- Oh, forget it.

Listen, all your glaring
is scaring away the staff.

- What are you talking about, glaring?

- That's all you do is glare,
and they need to do their job.

- D-Dad, he's got a point.

You are kind of intense.

- Wow.

All right.
I wasn't glaring, by the way.

Now, look, the second
you hear anything,

I want to know, got it?

- Get out of here.
- Of course.

- Get out of here.
- Go.

[both sigh]

- Dean's office said they have
never had a problem

with their electronic locks
or key cards before.

- Well, that means someone
remotely hacked the system

and locked Skye
in the classroom.

- Hey.
Uh, any news on your mom?

- Uh, nothing to report,

but your new BFF, Randall,
sends his love.

- Hey, you should be
at the hospital.

- Eh, my family's
got a rotation.

What do you got?

- We were just
going over the details

of Skye Johnson's death.

It looks like Arson found
a source for the explosion.

- What do you mean "explosion"?

I thought she was killed
by a fire.

- No, the fire started

after the classroom computers
exploded.

Now, the working theory is

that someone likely
physically tampered

with the lithium batteries and
then remotely detonated them

after Skye was
in the classroom.

- We need to slow down.
What do you mean "likely"?

Take me step by step--
everything you got.

- This is
the security-cam footage

from inside the classroom.

- [sighs]
So what am I looking for?

- Just wait for it.

- Someone shut down the camera.
- Yeah, for 17 minutes.

Plenty of time for somebody
to get in there

and tamper with the batteries.

- And it was
right after she called us.

- You got footage of anyone

going in and out of that
building around that time?

- No. Every interior
and exterior camera shut down

at exactly the same time.

- That's no glitch.
- And it's not a coincidence.

- Agreed.

Where are we
with finding her family?

- Both her parents passed away
a couple years ago.

Rest of her family's
on the West Coast.

- Social circle?
- She was very insular.

Seems to have spent most
of her time at the school

and at her apartment in Queens.

- Let's go for a ride.

ft suspenseful music]

- Ms. Johnson was
a good tenant.

Always a friendly smile,
paid her rent on time,

and kept to herself,
like everybody these days.

Let me know when you're done.
I'll lock up.

- Thank you.

[distant car horn honks]

- Hmm.

Well, if there
was ever any doubt

she was in The Collective...
- Hmm.

These are the protests that
they staged in Chicago and LA.

- Hmm, yeah.

Check this out.

You recognize anyone?

- Huh.

It's Gemma Powell
and Tyler Pearson.

- Yeah.
- So she did know our victims.

[camera shutter clicks]

This one looks recent.

Mm.

This guy is familiar,
although I can't place him.

- We'll have Vargas
do facial recognition,

try and get a name.

- Hmm. 6088--

it's her signature.

She certainly had talent.

- Mm.

- This is the same guy.

This.

Boyfriend maybe?

- Well, whoever he is,
he's important to her.

♪

- Any luck yet?

- I'm still running
face recognition

on the guy with paint
on his head, but this guy--

well, I've never had
to match a face

to a cubist portrait before.
- Neo-cubist.

- What's the difference?

- You find us a match,
and Tanner will be happy

to spend the day
explaining it to you.

- Well, I did have some luck
with this photo.

They didn't just have
Berkeley in common.

The SRA is
an upstart protest group

that they were all a part of.

- Like a precursor
to The Collective?

- Yeah, they called themselves
the Society for Resistant Art.

- Okay, run the names of anyone

who's associated
with that group.

Find out if anyone
lives in New York now.

♪

- Oh, we got a match
for our, uh, paint guy.

Uh, he goes by the name
of Max Sherman.

A misdemeanor
for chaining himself to a tree

a few years ago, but other
than that, he's clean.

- Well, sounds like someone
who would be associated

with a group
like The Collective.

- Or start it?

- Well, here is
his DMV mugshot.

♪ ♪

And according
to public records...

he works as a robotics engineer
at Zipp Chow.

- Holy hell.

- You knew you'd seen him
somewhere before.

- I sure did.

mple Minds' "Don't You
(Forget About Me)" plays]

both: * Won't you ♪
- ♪ Come see about me? ♪

both:
♪ I'll be alone ♪

♪ Dancing, you know it, baby ♪

♪ Tell me your troubles
and doubts... ♪

- What are you doing here?

- I pulled up
in front of my place

and found the cops at my door.

- They follow you here?
- Don't think so.

But I ditched my phone
just in case.

- Smart.

- [sighs] I don't know how,

but they figured out
that I'm involved in this.

- Relax.
Everything's under control.

- Is that you
or the coke talking?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

- We've been through
some things this past year,

haven't we?

- [sighs]

- Created The Collective
from nothing...

turned it into this living,
breathing thing.

♪ ♪

And now...

we're on the precipice
of greatness.

- [sighs]

[scoffs]

- Whatever happens,

whatever comes next...

♪ ♪

I know I can totally rely
on you to see it through.

Can't I?

♪ ♪

- I was thinking,

maybe we should lay low
until things calm down.

- No, Max.

Nothing changes.
Just do your job.

- It's too risky.

What about the cause?
- I am the cause!

♪ ♪

You need to get out of here.

Take the fire escape
so no one sees you.

Go.

♪ ♪

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Hey.

- She was awake for a bit but
had a little bit of a setback.

The EKG and other tests suggest
it's a heart arrhythmia.

- Mm-hmm.

- A procedure may be needed,

but they won't know for sure

until they get more imaging
in the morning.

But at least they know
what it is.

- Yeah.

How you holding up?

- I'm actually okay.

I'm just worried
about you and Uncle Randall.

- How come?

- I just want to make sure that
you both are grasping that...

Grandma's 92 years old.

- Mm-hmm.

- And I've been reading
this book

that has been very helpful
for preparing

for the loss of a loved one.

And, um, it's called
"Embracing the Sunset."

- Mm-hmm.

- And it walks you through
this process of letting go.

- Honey...

uh...

we're Irish Catholic.

We hold on to family as tight
and as long as we can

until the good Lord
puts His hand over ours and...

lets us know
that He'll take it from here.

[cell phone vibrates]

So I think I'll know
when to let her go.

But thank you.

[vibrating continues]
One second.

[phone beeps]
Hey, tell me you got something?

- Well, Tanner went
to Sherman's place,

uh, but he wasn't there.

So I tracked him going
into the Maru Karaoke Lounge,

and it is not
just any karaoke bar.

It is owned by someone
named A-Seong Gan.

And you are not going
to believe who it is.

Sending you his DMV photo now.

[cell phone bloops]

- That's the guy
on Skye's portrait.

- Yes, indeedy.

- All right,
I'm going to call Tanner.

You call Captain Pierce
at Bomb Squad.

Tell him Detective Stabler
requests quiet assistance

at the location.

I'll reach out to him
and brief him later.

Bye.

I got to run, all right?
- Okay.

- [softly]
Keep me updated. I love you.

- You got it.

[car horns honking,
indistinct chatter]

- You're still
the only detective

gives me an order
and I say how high.

- Good to see you, too, Sean.
- Captain, Detective Tanner.

We have a warrant.

- Yeah, we don't know what
the building is being used for,

but we know what this crew
is capable of.

- My guys haven't seen
any obvious signs

of explosives from out here.
- I say we go for it.

- Let's go.

- Go.

Move.

[distant siren wailing]

- Police! Police!

- Hands!
- Let me see your hands!

Let me see your--
let me see your fucking hands!

Let me see your hands!
Show me your hands!

- Bomb Squad?
Bomb?

- What's your name?
- A-Seong Gan.

Do you need a pen and pad?

I can spell it out for you.
A lot of people butcher it.

- You got ID?
- Sure.

- Nope.
- Reaching for my wallet.

Not a nuclear warhead
back there.

Oh, hi.
You must be looking for these.

Explosive residue check,
I assume?

- Our friends are going
to be searching your bar.

This is for you.

It's called a warrant.

- Well, in that case,
be my guest.

♪ ♪

Shouldn't you be out
looking for real criminals?

It's a dangerous city
out there.

Anything can happen.

- Why don't we go chat?
- Lead the way.

♪ ♪

- So you recently took over

ownership of the karaoke bar
from your mother?

- That's right.

I made some updates.

Took out the carpeting,
the cigarette machine.

- Why'd she give it to you?

- She got tired
of wannabe singers

who couldn't carry a tune.

She likes to own buildings,
not run them.

A real immigrant success story.

- Where's your mother now?

- She returned home.

- And your father?
Where is he?

- Don't know, don't care.

Prick ran out on us
when I was a baby.

Fuck him.

You bring me down here
to talk about my family?

- You know a man
named Tyler Pearson?

- Wow.

Haven't heard that name
in a minute.

Yeah, he and I were part
of an artist group

back in college.

- Tyler was killed in
an explosion the other night.

- Wow.

I, uh, saw something
on the news.

That--that was Tyler?

- Yeah, that was him.

- Who else was
in this artist group of yours?

- Mostly painters

who thought they could change
the world with art.

We were naive.

Tyler had real talent.

Could have made a name for
himself with his work, but...

instead, he sold out
and got into that NFT shit.

- And made a small fortune.

- Behind every fortune
lies a great crime.

- Honoré de Balzac.

- Wow.

An educated cop.

- How about Gemma Powell?

Was she
in this artist group, too?

- Damn, another name
from the past.

What's, uh--what's Gemma
got to do with anything?

- What do you know about her?
- A friend.

We painted together.

Lost track after college.

I think she runs
her own art gallery?

- She was seriously injured

in that citywide
electric-car hijacking.

Her assistant, Julia Ortiz,
died in the crash.

- Good Lord.

Seriously?
- Mm-hmm.

When's the last time
you and, uh, Gemma spoke?

- Must've been
10, 11 years ago.

- Hmm.

Well...
[clears throat]

Not too long ago,
Gemma wrote you.

"Your work feels derivative
and uninspired

"and comes across
as more copycat than original.

"I'm afraid it's not a fit...

for our gallery."

- She didn't think my art
was a good fit for the gallery.

- Yeah.
- So what?

I'm not the first artist
to get a rejection letter.

- What about Skye Johnson?

Did she reject you, too,

before she burned to death
in her classroom?

Why is it
all these people around you

keep getting into accidents?

♪ ♪

- That what
I'm being accused of?

Bad luck?

- Well, maybe look
at it this way.

Tyler's part
of your artist group,

uh, but he breaks off and makes
a heck of a lot of money.

He winds up dead.

Gemma, she, uh,
basically calls you

an uninspired copycat,

and she winds up
seriously injured.

- Then Skye breaks up with you,

starts talking to us,
winds up dead.

- She did--

[scoffs]

You're just
a couple of functionaries

looking for easy answers
so you can run home

and drink yourselves to sleep.

♪ ♪

Are we done here?

♪ ♪

- It's weird.
He's hiding something.

- He acts like he's sitting
on three aces.

He could've walked at any time.
Why didn't he?

- He's smart enough to know

we don't have anything
to arrest him with.

- Or he likes the attention.
- Likes the cat-and-mouse game.

- He's stalling for time.
- After he mentioned Balzac,

I went back
to the shareware website

where my old code
was downloaded from,

you know, see
who had accessed it.

And one of the downloaders goes
by the handle Balzac6088.

- 6088?
[cell phone beeps]

That's Skye Johnson's
art signature.

- A handle on a website is not
enough for an arrest, though.

Um... [groans softly]
- What's up?

- [sighs]
It's my mother.

Um, look,
everything this guy does

is through a filter of anger
and a sense of grievance.

It's personal,
and I think that's the key.

Just keep pushing that button
until he decides to walk,

and I'll check in
with you later, okay?

- Okay.
Good work.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- When do they want to operate?

- First thing tomorrow.
They're not fooling around.

You know, this, um...

There's no small procedures
at Ma's age.

Surgeon warned that, uh,

well, there's a chance
things don't work out.

- Do you know if she has a DNR?
- I thought you would know.

- We don't talk
about that kind of stuff.

- [sighs]
You know, no one warned us

we'd have to make
these decisions.

- Yeah.
- And shit just got real.

I mean, it was real before,
but you know what I'm saying.

Real...
- Yeah.

Look, I'm going to be honest.

I don't know--
I don't know what to do here.

- Eh, come on, Mom's going
to outlive us all, right?

♪ ♪

- Hey, Randall.
- Yeah?

- Um, you know, when...

when Mom fell,
if you hadn't been there--

- Oh, God damn it.
Don't get schmaltzy on me.

- Listen to me.

I want you to know that
I appreciate you being here.

♪ ♪

I've missed you.

♪ ♪

- Buy me a steak dinner
when it's over.

- What do you mean "over"?

You can't help yourself,
can you?

- I didn't mean over over.
- [scoffs]

- I meant, like, you know,
just... you know.

All right, Joe Jr.
- Okay.

- For the sake of argument,

let's just say
he is in town, okay?

- All right.
- What's your deal with him?

[indistinct chatter]

- Oh, great--

more pep talks about hitting
quotas and profit margins.

[scoffs] I wonder if this time
they'll ask us to start

with--
[computer whirring]

[high-pitched ringing
from computer]

[concerned chatter]

- He wanted to be a CI, my CI.
A CI is--

- I know what
a confidential informant is.

CI for what?

- Well, for that shady business

we suspected
he was involved in.

- Christ, you turned
our baby brother into a--

- I didn't turn
him into anything.

He came to me, insisted
he wanted to go undercover.

- What kind of, uh, shady
business are these guys into?

- They're
international smugglers--

mostly drugs and weapons.

It was very difficult to trace.
He was already on the inside.

I think he was
tired of the game,

and he wanted to make things
right for himself and...

maybe with us.

[explosion]

[dramatic music]

- [sighs]

What do you got?
- Six dead.

And we've confirmed
that every hospital in the city

had this symbol on their
screens at the exact same time.

- But only this hospital
had the bomb?

- Exactly.
- Yeah.

It's like The Collective's
other attacks.

They use protest and spectacle

as a way to cover
for their intended target.

- I've been doing a deep dive
into all the victims.

Nothing in their personal lives
appears to connect to Gan.

- What about
the hospital itself?

- Uh, not as far as I can tell.

- How about Gan's relatives
in the hospital?

[keys clacking]

- At the end
of the interview...

- Yeah.

- Gan started checking
his watch every couple minutes.

Seemed almost giddy.

And then right after 3:00 p.m.,
that's when he walked out.

- What time did
the bomb go off?

- 3:04.

- You know,
if our aspiring terrorists

aren't building the bomb
at the bar,

where the hell are
they doing it?

- Okay, uh, got something.

55-year-old Korean female
died at the hospital

earlier this week.

But, uh, doesn't match.
Last name's Choi.

- That's the same name

on the building title
of the karaoke bar.

- And Gan said that his father
walked out on them.

It would make sense

that his mother went back
to using her maiden name.

- Well, her primary physician
is this guy.

It's, uh, Doctor Arden Stokol.

- He's the one
closest to the blast.

- Could've been payback for not
being able to save his mom.

- Gives us a motive.
- Okay.

I need you to connect Gan

to the hospital hack
of those computer screens.

- On it.
- [sighs]

- Hey, why don't you go home
and get some rest?

- No, I'm fine.

- And by rest, I mean sleep.

Vargas and I can do
the graveyard shift.

Go home.

Sleep.

- Hey...

stay vigilant.

These guys aren't done yet.

If you need me,
I'll be at the hospital.

[Tanner sighs]

[light clattering]

- Son of a bitch.

Sorry, Ma.

Joey?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- What are you doing up
this early?

- Yeah, I-I just, uh--

looking for a better blanket.

You didn't--you didn't see
a, uh, orderly, did you?

- No, not a soul.
Wing's a ghost town.

You want this?

- You sip on it?
- A little bit.

How's Mama?

- Eh, sleeping like
the angel she is.

- You all right?

- Yeah, just--
just a little tired.

♪ ♪

- [yawns]

- Couch over there, if you want
to close your eyes for a bit.

- No, I'm okay.

Don't you ever sleep?

- Ah, sleep's overrated.

I also tend to over-caffeinate.

But if I crash,
you'd better watch out.

- Thanks for the heads-up.
- [chuckles]

- All right. You want anything
from the fridge?

- Nah, I'm good.
Thanks.

- Oh, that's weird.
- Something wrong?

- Yeah, I missed a call
from Stabler.

- Hey, something interesting

turned up at the scene
of the hospital bombing.

I'll meet you there.

- Sounds somewhat promising.
- Yeah, I'll keep you posted.

- Yeah.
I'm not going anywhere.

[doors close]

[door opens, closes]

♪ ♪

[elevator bell dings]

- First floor.
Going up.

♪ ♪

[cell phone vibrating]

[cell phone beeps]
- Hey.

- Sorry
for the 5:00 a.m. call.

- Mm, no. You find something?
- Unfortunately, no.

Uh, I'm calling because
I never heard back from Tanner.

- What are you talking about?

- Well, she went
to the hospital last night

to meet you,
but she never got back to me.

It's been almost three hours.

- Wait a minute.
Meet me?

- About the evidence
you mentioned

in the voicemail message
you left her.

- Vargas, I never left Tanner
a message.

♪ ♪

[birds singing]

[distant ship horn blows]

- [grunts, breathing heavily

Is--is someone there?

There's a bomb under me.

[tense music]

Back away.

Call 911.

Call 911!

♪ ♪

- No sign of forced entrance
at her apartment.

You got anything?

- Tanner's NYPD phone's
still offline.

- Any way you can access
her voicemail?

- Uh, it should be archived

on the department's
internal database.

[keys clacking]
Uh, let me pull it up.

- Hey, something interesting

turned up at the scene
of the hospital bombing.

I'll meet you there.

- I was convinced.
[cell phone vibrating, ringing]

[cell phone beeps]
- Captain Pierce, what's up?

♪ ♪

I'll be right there.

[cell phone beeps]
Vargas, we got to go now.

[siren wailing]

Captain, what's the situation?
How's she doing?

- She's rattled
but otherwise okay.

Those four are mannequins
attached to fake bombs,

but the one under Tanner
is real, and it's live.

- Can you defuse it?

- We're dealing
with an encased shrapnel device

fused to a lithium battery

with some kind
of computerized receiver.

I've never seen
something like it.

It's going to take some time
to figure out how to defuse it.

- Captain, this is Kyle Vargas.

The hackers
that are behind this,

they're using his codes.

I think he's our best bet
to deactivate that bomb.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hacking the bomb's computer
isn't the problem.

It's making sure that
I don't accidentally trigger

any defensive mechanisms
they may have coded into it

that would, you know, trigger
the timing sequence.

- Activation would be bad.

- So don't do that.
- Copy that.

Okay, I'm going to take a look
at the bomb's timing mechanism.

- Our men should be ready
in 45.

- Wait, Cap.
What do you mean 45?

- Takes time to get suited up.

- I don't think we have
that much time.

- We have to make that time.

Like I said, I get my men
ready, we go on my order.

♪ ♪

- Give me that flak vest.
- Uh, yeah.

♪ ♪

- Sync these up?

- Yeah.

- Check.
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

Wait, you're not going to--

- It's up to you.

♪ ♪

- What the hell is he doing?

- [speaking indistinctly
on TV]

- Al the networks
are carrying it,

and we're going viral
on socials.

As soon as we have
a big enough audience,

get ready to detonate.

- When will that be?
- Soon, Max. Soon.

[keys clacking]

- Hey, Stabler.
- Copy, Stabler.

- Uh, I managed to get into
the bomb's computerized device,

and I'm seeing
cellular activity.

- What does that mean?

- The bomb's online.

They can remotely detonate it
anytime they want.

♪ ♪

[keys clacking]

- Everyone's amped up.

Ready to detonate?
- Not yet.

I want as many people
as possible to see this.

♪ ♪

- Hey.
- What are you doing here?

- I drew the short straw.
You good?

- Besides
a full bladder, great.

Shouldn't you have
a bomb suit on?

- I didn't want to alarm you.
- [chuckles]

- Pierce explain the deal
to you?

- Yeah, I think I get it.
Cut me out, bad things happen.

Disconnect the bomb,
bad things happen.

- So you got the idea.
- Yeah, loud and clear.

You going to get me
out of here?

- Vargas, let's do this.

- You son of a bitch.

You and I are going to have
a talk when this is over.

- Yeah, I thought you were
going to say that, Captain.

- Let's start by getting
a good look at the device.

What are you seeing behind it?
- All right.

I got 6 batteries,
12 cylinders,

4 wires that go
into each cylinder,

2 wires that go
into each battery.

- Copy that.

- Whenever you're ready,

I'm going to need you to remove
the cover to the receiver.

Now, I am betting
there is a keypad inside

that they used
to program the bomb.

- Copy.
Removing the cover.

[tense music]

Opening up the box.

♪ ♪

- Shit.
- Problem?

- I was expecting a simple
zero-through-nine keypad,

so, uh, password's gonna be
a bit trickier than I expected.

- All right,
so what do I do now?

[computer beeps]

- That's interesting.
- What?

- [chuckles] Seems like
we've got a mouse in the house.

Trying to jam our signal,

but it's amateur hour,
and his code is shit.

Typical cops.

- Keep the cops out.

It's almost showtime, people.

- Collective's trying
to kick me off the signal,

but, uh, I got
a few more tricks up my sleeve.

- Where are we at, guys?

- Shit--uh, sorry, just give me
a minute to think, okay?

- Vargas,
we don't have a minute.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Vargas?

Vargas, can you hear me?
- Go.

- Vargas, they're just going
to be using a copy

of whatever it is that
they stole from you

in the first place, right?

- Son of a bitch.

♪ ♪

speaking indistinctly]

- Think we have enough eyes
on us.

- Ready when you are.

- We're going viral.

People are watching.

We've come
to the big climactic moment.

♪ ♪

- What are you doing?
- I blocked their signal.

But I'm not sure
how long I can keep them off.

I'm going to try a Hail Mary

based on something Tanner
just told me.

Stabler, as soon as I get
the deactivation code,

I need you to punch it in.

You ready?

- All right.

Um...

hold on a second.

Uh...

[grunts]

- Uh...

[tense music]

- Listen...

whatever happens,
it's going to be fine, okay?

- Thanks.

♪ ♪

All right, guys.

- Your guy better figure this
out quick, Stabler,

or we're going to have
to go old-school.

- Okay, just, uh--just hold on
a few more seconds.

♪ ♪

Try stealing this,
you copycat sons of bitches.

Ready for the code?

- Give it to me.

[keypad beeping]

f course,
we have multiple agencies

dealing with the situation,

multiple experts
analyzing the situation...

[continues indistinctly]

[keypad beeping]

[computer beeps]

♪ ♪

- What's wrong?
- I-I'm not sure.

- Blow the fucking bomb, Max.

♪ ♪

- Screen's gone to black.

♪ ♪

- What the fuck is happening?

- Remember that
old code you stole

to take over the cars and bots?
- What about them?

- They stole it back and used
it to take over our system.

- You said
they were fucking amateurs!

- I-I don't know how, but
they--they--they tricked us.

I'm sorry, AG.

It--it's over.

♪ ♪

- [screams]

♪ ♪

- The bomb
has been rendered safe.

I repeat--the bomb
has been rendered safe.

Get her off that thing.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- You okay?

♪ ♪

- [exhales deeply]

Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Thanks.

♪ ♪

[panicked chatter]

- Okay, everyone,
wipe all their hard drives--

all single records,
all data sets,

and all active processes.

- Police!
Don't move!

Don't move!
Hands, hands, hands!

Hands where I can see 'em!
Put 'em up.

Hands up! Hands up!
Hands up! Hands up!

That's right.

♪ ♪

- [grunts]
[handcuffs clicking]

- That's for the chloroform, asshole.

♪ ♪

- Freedom is never voluntarily
given by the oppressor.

- Tell it to your cellmate.

- Never!

♪ ♪

- What's the latest?

- Uh, she just got out
of surgery a little while ago.

- And?

- And when she woke up,

she insisted on speaking
to her least favorite son.

- So you two had a nice talk?

- Shut up, jackass.

We better go see her
before Kathleen gets here

and starts barking orders.

- Oh, so good.

- Oh, Ma, go easy
on that stuff, will you?

- I just wish somebody
had put a little gin in it.

[all chuckle]

- Now we know
where it comes from.

- Hey, Ma, the doctor said
your heart-ablation procedure

was a big success.

- Oh, good.

Does that mean
I can go home now?

- Uh, we're just waiting
on someone

to officially discharge you.

- Oh, I see.

I want to say something
to all of you.

I want to thank you.

I mean, if this had been
"my time"...

I'm at peace with all of it.

I really am.

I've had a really good life.

- Don't talk like that,
Grandma.

- No, it's true.

I mean, just looking
at your faces...

[dramatic music]

[laughs]

I savor every moment with you.

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- I'm gonna, uh, try and find
someone to help us check out.

I'll be back in a minute.

- Um...

you want anything from
the cafeteria, Uncle Randall?

- Uh, uh, no,
actually, I'm good.

Thanks, Kathleen.
- Be right back.

♪ ♪

- Where's Joey?
Why isn't he here?

- Joe Jr.'s in Europe, remember?

- No, he came to the apartment.

I told you I saw him
at the apartment.

Why wouldn't he be here now?

- Just get some rest, Ma, okay?

♪ ♪

- You okay, Dad?

- Yeah, I'm good.
Thanks.

Come on, let's go for a walk
like old times.

- I'd like that.

Someday, many, many years
from now, when you are 92

and in the hospital...
- [chuckles]

- I'll be there for you
the whole time.

And I'll leave
the self-help book at home.

- Yeah.
[indistinct chatter]

- Hey.
- Hmm?

- Have I ever told you

how proud I am
to be your daughter?

- I love you.
[cell phone vibrating, ringing]

Um...

[Kathleen chuckles,
vibrating and ringing continue]

I'm sorry.

Detective Stabler.

- It's me.

- Joey.

- I don't have long.

Ma okay?
- Uh, yeah, yeah.

How are you?
- Yeah, good enough.

Listen,
no matter what happens,

and it's gonna
happen soon now, Elliot,

know that I love you.

I made my own choices.

- No, no, no,
Joey, listen to me.

I can bring you in.
I can protect you.

I can get you out of whatever
the hell is going on here.

- Just know that I love you.

- Joey.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

- Grandma was right.

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]