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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,
counter terrorism bureau.

The pe Ople behind this

are 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!

You get an extreme reaction like this,

means we're getting close.

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.

Ma? Ma!

Ma, are you okay?

J-Joey came.

- And... and I told him...
- Easy. I'm calling for help.

Yeah, I need an ambulance.

I need an ambulance!

Hey, mom.

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.

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.

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, was absolutely sure.

Joe's back.

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

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.

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.

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. Any news on your mom?

Nothing to report,

but your new bff, Randall, sends his love.

Hey, you should be at the hospital.

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.

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.

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.

Well, if there was ever any doubt

she was in the collective...

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

Yeah.

Check this out.

You recognize anyone?

It's Gemma Powell and Tyler Pearson.

- Yeah.
- So she did know our victims.

This one looks recent.

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

We'll have vargas do facial recognition,

try and get a name.

6088... it's her signature.

She certainly had talent.

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.

We got a match for our, paint guy.

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.

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.

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?

We've been through
some things this past year,

haven't we?

Created the collective from nothing...

Turned it into this
living, breathing thing.

And now... We're on the
precipice of greatness.

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.

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.

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."

And it walks you through
this process of letting go.

Honey...

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.

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

But thank you.

One second.

Hey, tell me you got something?

Well, Tanner went to sherman's place,

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.

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.

Keep me updated. I love you.

You got it.

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.

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.

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, 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... 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?

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

Must've been 10, 11 years ago.

Well... 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,

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

He winds up dead.

Gemma, she, 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

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?

That's Skye Johnson's art signature.

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

- Um...
- What's up?

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.

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,

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.

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.

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

- 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.

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?

Great

more pep talks about hitting
quotas and profit margins.

I wonder if this time
they'll ask us to start with

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, 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.

- 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?

Not as far as I can tell.

How about gan's
relatives in the hospital?

- 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, got something.

55-year-old Korean
female died at the hospital

earlier this week.

But, 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, 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.

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.

Son of a bitch.

Sorry, ma.

Joey?

What are you doing up this early?

Yeah, I-I just... looking
for a better blanket.

You didn't... you didn't
see a, 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?

Sleeping like the angel she is.

You all right?

Yeah, just... just a little tired.

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

No, I'm okay.

Don't you ever sleep?

Sleep's overrated.

I also tend to over-caffeinate.

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

Thanks for the heads-up.

All right. You want
anything from the fridge?

Nah, I'm good. Thanks.

- 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.

- First floor.
- Going up.

Hey.

Sorry for the 5:00 A.M. call.

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

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.

[Grunts, breathing heavily
is... is someone there?

There's a bomb under me.

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?

It should be archived

on the department's internal database.

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.

Captain Pierce, what's up?

I'll be right there.

Vargas, we got to go now.

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.

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.
- Yeah.

Sync these up?

Yeah.

- Check.
- Yeah.

- Wait, you're not going to...
- It's up to you.

What the hell is he doing?

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.

- Hey, stabler.
- Copy, stabler.

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.

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.

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.

Opening up the box.

- Shit.
- Problem?

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

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

All right, so what do I do now?

- That's interesting.
- What?

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, I got a few more tricks up my sleeve.

Where are we at, guys?

Shit... 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.

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.

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... just hold
on a few more seconds.

Try stealing this, you
copycat sons of bitches.

Ready for the code?

Give it to me.

Of co Urse, we have multiple agencies

dealing with the situation,

multiple experts analyzing the situation...

- 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.

The bomb has been rendered safe.

I repeat... the bomb
has been rendered safe.

Get her off that thing.

You okay?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Thanks.

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.

That's for the chloroform, asshole.

Freedom is never voluntarily
given by the oppressor.

Tell it to your cellmate.

Never!

What's the latest?

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.

So good.

Ma, go easy on that stuff, will you?

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

Now we know where it comes from.

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

was a big success.

Good.

Does that mean I can go home now?

We're just waiting on someone

to officially discharge you.

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.

I savor every moment with you.

I'm gonna, 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?

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

I'll be there for you the whole time.

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

Yeah.

Hey.

Have I ever told you

how proud I am to be your daughter?

I love you.

Um.

I'm sorry.

Detective stabler.

It's me.

Joey.

I don't have long.

- Ma okay?
- 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.

Grandma was right.