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- Of course it's this one.

Merry Christmas to me.

Hello?

Hello?

- You made it.
- Yeah.

Wasn't pretty, but I'm here.

- Come here. Have a seat.

- Look, I've been doing this
for a minute.

I've seen all sorts, but this?

You got a different
kind of kink, huh?

- Atta girl.

- So you wanna pay me
the rest now, or...

did you have
something else in mind?

- Something else.

- ♪ Jingle bells,
jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way ♪

- You got state secrets?
- You really wanna know?

- Uh, not... not if it's
gonna make me blush, no.

- Yeah, no, you're not
ready for this heat.

- That is definitely
a pass for me then.

Uh, yes, please. Thank you.

You're not gonna eat your toast?

- It's all yours.
- I'll take that.

Thank you.

- All right, I gotta go.

Me and Kylie are
meeting up early to go

over this chemistry midterm.

- Who is Kylie again?
- Dad.

- Say hi to Kylie for me.

- And, um, can I get a ride
to the city tomorrow?

I got the day off.
Teacher development.

- What, they're not
fully developed yet?

- Apparently not.

- Hey, what's... what's going on
with your personal statement

for your application?

I'm still tinkering.

- Ty, look, I'm telling you,
don't slouch on this, okay?

This is college.
It's about your future.

- I got it, okay? I do.

I just wish you'd believe me.

Thanks for breakfast, Dad.

- ♪ Oh, what fun it is
to ride in a one-horse... ♪

- So I tried to call my sister
back again this morning.

- Let me guess.
She didn't answer.

- No, it's been weeks
since I heard from her.

- Hey. Thank you.

You guys should listen to this.
- Oh.

Good morning, Kelly.
- Right. Sorry.

Yes, good morning.

I've actually...
well, I've been here a while.

- Okay. Just hurry up.
- Okay.

So it was my turn to work
the tip line last night,

mostly nuisance calls.
You guys know how it is.

But there was one that actually
seemed very legit, right?

Her name is Gail Burke,
retired EMT.

She's got commendations
up and down her file.

- Not a kook. Let's hear it.

- For the past week,
I've been seeing

this strange guy go in and out

of the community center
up the block,

and that place has been
closed for months.

Also, I saw a few girls
go in at odd hours,

but they never came out.

Now, I called the NYPD,
and no one followed up.

Somebody ought to check it out.

Maybe the FBI will...
just for peace of mind.

- So I called her back.

Seems credible, if she's right.

- All right. Grab your jacket.

- You want me to come with?

- Why not? It's your fish.

- Uh, okay.

Looks like the project
stalled out in May.

Developer says
they had security cameras,

but they shut them down
months ago.

- All right.

Split up. Kelly, take left.

- Hey.

It's clear someone's been using
this place as a crash pad.

I mean, you can tell
your tipster she's right.

- Okay, we'll check security
cameras in the area,

see about these girls
she said came through.

- Mm-hmm.

- There should be
another door here.

- Well done, Kelly.

- Ugh. What is that?

- Decomp.

Found the source of that smell.

- Ugh.
- So much for peace of mind.

- Neck abrasions
on all three women

is consistent with
manual strangulation.

- They all look pretty fresh.

- Body decomp is in stages
ranging from

last week to last night.

The most recent vic
has got defensive material

beneath her nails.

She fought back before
he crushed her windpipe.

- Okay, we'll get
the DNA tested, processed,

and see if it matches
anyone in our database.

- Hey, Mosbach.

This looks like a brand.

It's cauterized.

The initials BC.

Think our guy did this?

- If he did, it wasn't recent.

- All right.

Let's get this back to the JOC,

see if they can make
anything of it.

Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Remind me to never
underestimate

the tip line again.

Those were great
instincts, Kell.

- Thanks.
- All right.

Tell us about our three victims.

- Yeah, fingerprints ID them
as Jacqueline King,

Hyacinth Duffy,
and Vesper Green,

all in their early 20s,
all sex workers

with multiple solicitation
charges in New York,

and all strangled to death
within the last week.

With no signs of rape
or sexual assault.

- So we may have
a serial killer on our hands.

Does that MO match any active
cases in or out of state?

- No hits in ViCAP,
but BAU is generating

a profile as we speak.

- And the neighbor described
the suspect as white,

around 6'3", and driving
a dark-colored SUV.

We get eyes on any possible
vehicle matches?

- No such luck.

It's the residential section
of Washington Heights,

so whole block is a dead zone.
- All right.

What about fingerprints
found at the scene?

- Found plenty,
but nothing popped up

in Next Generation ID.

- What about defensive wounds?

Any skin cell DNA
under the fingernails

of the most recent victim?

- We ran the sample, but there
were no matches in the system.

- Right, then we work our way
backwards through the vics.

These girls were
sex workers, right?

Stands to reason our killer
picked them up at some point.

Can we figure out where?

- Well, based on arrest records,

they all worked the street,

no online escort services
or profiles.

One of the women,
Vesper Green, has a branding

on the inside of her wrist.

Just ran it through
the database.

That mark is tied to
a known pimp, Buddy Cook.

Cook is currently locked up
at FCI Ridgebury,

but his girls like
to hang outside a bodega

on Roosevelt Avenue.

- So within a week,
our suspect has strangled

three women in our own backyard.

This guy is on a spree.
I want him ID'd now.

- Yes, ma'am.

Let's get Scola and Eva
over to Roosevelt Avenue.

Maybe somebody saw him
scoop up Vesper.

- ♪ O Christmas tree,
O Christmas tree... ♪

- So, Scola, you got
any special holiday plans?

- Ugh.
Nina wants to host, you know?

Do it all for once,
the whole shebang.

- What? It's not your vision?

- Well, her family's
just kind of a lot.

You know what I mean?
- Yeah.

Try explaining to my mom why

I'm still single over Christmas.

Prick!

- Oh, here we go.

- Special agents
Ramos and Scola, FBI.

It's hard enough
without you people.

- Look, we're not the cops.

We're not trying
to jam you up, okay?

We just have to ask you
a couple questions.

- Yeah? About what?

- Well, there's somebody
out here targeting women

in your line of work, all right?

We just need a little help.

- You work for Buddy Cook?

- I don't work for anybody.

- Hey, you know your rights,
Charlie.

You don't gotta
tell them nothing.

- Thanks, Dez. I got this.

- Do you know this girl?

Her name is Vesper Green.

- Maybe. Yeah.

What's going on?

Did something happen to her?

- I'm sorry, but we found
Vesper's body this morning

strangled to death.

- What is this?

- It's, um... it's Vesper.

They said...
they said she's dead.

- Murdered, along with
two other women,

also sex workers.

- I take it you guys were close.

- We looked out for each other.

- Well, did you notice
any suspicious men lately?

- How about all of them?

- Look, can either of you recall

any time she might have
talked about somebody

that was acting strange?

A client? A fight?

- Fights happen all the time.

It's, um... what do they say...
occupational hazard?

That's why we started
working in pairs.

- Was anyone working with Vesper

the last time you saw her?

- Yeah, uh, Vesper was talking
to some white dude.

Left in an SUV.

Looked like it hadn't been
washed in, like, ever.

I'm pretty sure
Effy was with her.

He picked them both up.

- All right,
so the super confirmed

he saw Effy O'Rourke
go into this apartment

a couple hours ago.

- What the hell? Bitch!

- Help! Get off of me!

- Who do you think you are?
- Hit it.

Get over here!

- FBI!
- Ah!

- Get off her! Off, now!
- Hey, hey, hey! What is this?

- Drop on the ground!
On your knees!

- Hey, hey.
- Effy?

Effy?

You're gonna be okay.
- She tried to drug me!

- Stop talking! Stop talking!
- She tried to drug me!

- Brandon Kraczuk.

It says here that you're
a project manager

at Iron State,
a high-end contracting firm.

- It's a respectable job.
No priors.

How'd you end up in this mess?

- I mean, three girls.

And, what, Effy was
gonna be your fourth?

- Wait, what?

What do you...
what do you think I did?

- You're gonna play dumb?
Okay.

We'll just wait
for the DNA match.

- DNA?
What are you talking about?

- Here are the photos
of the three sex workers

that you strangled to death
and threw in a freezer.

We can link every one
of their murders to you.

- Wait, hold on.

I have never seen
these women in my life!

- That's not what we heard.
According to an eyewitness,

this girl, Vesper Green,
her, and Effy O'Rourke,

the one that
we caught you beating,

were picked up
by the same john...

white male, 30s, around 6'3"...

and they were driven off
in a dark SUV

just like the one that you own.

- That proves nothing.

Half the city drives a dark SUV.

Look, whatever they saw,
it wasn't me.

And besides,
I don't pick up prostitutes.

That girl, Effy,
she picked me up.

- You do understand that lying
to the FBI is a federal crime?

- I'm telling you,
I am not lying!

- Then you better start talking.

- I stopped at
O'Brien's after work...

a couple of beers.

This girl sits down next to me,
and she comes on really strong,

like she wants to party.

Why not, right?

We get back to my place,
we hook up a little,

and then she sneaks away
to make drinks.

And that's when I caught her
trying to roofie me.

- So then you started to
beat the hell out of her.

- When I confronted her,
she grabbed a knife, okay?

You guys didn't see that part.

Look, she tried to drug me.

And, yes, I lost control.

But if you need proof,
test my DNA or whatever.

It will show that I was
nowhere near those girls.

You'll see.

I'm innocent.

- You're far from innocent,
Brandon.

- What do you think?
- I hate to say it.

I think he's telling the truth.

- Yeah, but you saw what I saw.

He would have killed that girl
if we didn't show up.

- Yeah, he's a piece of work.

But BAU's prelim profile says

we need to look for somebody
who's antisocial,

who has a lifelong hatred
for women.

I mean, he was making eye
contact with me the whole time.

He wanted my approval.

- Okay, so maybe
the profile was wrong.

- There's one way to find out.

Let's hold him, and we'll get
an STR analysis in the morning.

- Okay.

- Hey. Morning.
- Hey.

I'm afraid Maggie's hunch
was right.

Our killer is still out there.

The DNA found
under Vesper's nails

was not a match
for Brandon Kraczuk.

- That tracks.

I had Kelly dig into
Brandon's credit cards.

He was in Boston for the last
two weeks at a work site.

His manager confirmed it.

Oh, and ERT found traces
of Rohypnol

in a broken glass
at his apartment.

- So Effy did try to drug him.

There's something
about this case.

The closer we look,
the blurrier the picture gets.

- Yeah, well, Effy got
released from hospital,

so let's talk to her.

Maybe she can help us
figure out what's what.

- Yeah.

- You know, Effy,
we can't even imagine

what you're going through.

- A lot of my days are tough.

The hell the cops care
all of a sudden?

- Well, you're lucky we
found you when we did, Effy.

Okay?

We know that you tried
to drug Brandon Kraczuk

before he attacked you, okay?

There is somebody that's
killing girls like you.

All right?

We're here trying to piece
that together.

- What do you mean?
Like...

- A serial killer.

Vesper Green and two other
women were found murdered.

- It's him.

- Who's "him"?

- This john.

He picked us up, me and Vesper.

He paid me to drug that guy.

- He paid you to drug
Brandon Kraczuk?

- Yeah.

Did you catch him?

- No. That's why we're here.

Look, we need your help.

You just said that
he picked you up

and your friend,
Vesper Green, right?

Is there something that
you remember about this john?

Like, did he give you a name?

- No, he barely spoke,
and he paid a lot.

1,000 upfront and another
1,000 when the job was done.

- What was the job?

- Go to the bar,
take Brandon home, drug him,

and take his wallet.

- What did the john
want in the wallet?

- He showed me a photo
of Brandon.

Told me where Brandon
drinks after work.

But Brandon wasn't
at the bar the first night.

It was a lot of money,
and so I tried again.

And once I got the wallet,
I was supposed to meet

the guy in Washington Heights.

That's where you found them.

Isn't it?

- Effy.

Was Vesper supposed
to steal something too?

- After that creep picked us up,

we all went to the diner.

He spoke to me and Vesper
in separate booths.

- Where was the diner?

- You don't have to convince me
Effy's story is far-fetched,

but her description of
the john who hired her

matches the description
of our killer,

same for the car he was driving,

so we are chasing that Frisbee.

All right, we got eyes
on the... the diner

Effy said her and
her friend were taken to?

- Got two, but the cameras only
cover half the parking lot.

- Well, that'll have to do.

Eyes up for a dark SUV, right?

- Hey, yeah, got something,
2:22 p.m.

- All right, all right.

- Man exiting a dark SUV
with our two women.

I can't see the plates.

- All right, but that's
definitely Effy and Vesper.

So who is the guy in
the dark blue hoodie?

We only need one frame, right?

- We need the seven
reference points to get an ID.

Just hold on.
Let me try something.

Yeah, I think I got it.

Update to our face rec software.

It can pull from different
angles to get a composite.

Got it.
- Okay, folks.

Eyes up. Warren Stroud.

Let's get to know each other.
Talk to me.

- Looks like
he lives out of town.

Current address
is in Elkins Park.

- Philadelphia.

- Yeah, he lost his
trucking job post-pandemic.

Recently declared bankruptcy.

- I'm also seeing
divorce documents

filed by his wife, Janice, but
they have yet to be finalized.

- Okay, any reason
given for the divorce?

- Wife claims
she caught her husband

with multiple sex workers.
- Uh, okay.

So maybe Warren's redirecting
his anger for his misfortune

at sex workers.

- Yeah, could be blaming them
for his downturn.

- So how does stealing
the guy's wallet

fit into all of this?

What's the connection
to Brandon Kraczuk?

- Maybe Warren paid
these other girls

to steal things
before he killed them,

too, some kind of
twisted ritual.

But no, we need another piece
to this puzzle.

- Okay, we've been poring over
Warren's financials.

His card was charged
at a Bronx motel last week.

- Okay, right before
the murders began.

- And get this. That motel?

Ten minutes away
from the community center

where we found the bodies.

- Get Scola and Eva there now.

FBI! Open up!

- I'm coming out!
Don't shoot, please!

- Up against the wall.

- All right, we're all clear.

- We're looking
for Warren Stroud.

Who are you?

- I'm his wife.

- Will someone
please just tell me

what do you think he did?

- We believe that
your husband has murdered

three different women here
in New York, all sex workers.

- This is insane.

Warren would never do
anything like that.

He's not a killer.
He's a good man.

- Janice,
you divorced your husband

because you found him cheating
on you with sex workers.

- I did.

But it's complicated.

- What's complicated about it?

- You know that something
is wrong with your husband.

- He's on lithium
and anti-seizure meds.

He's sick. Okay? He needs help.

He needs my help.

Been in a spiral
better part of a year,

lost his job.

I found him with a prostitute.

There were others.

Him doing that, bringing

whatever they gave him
back to our bed?

No, I left.

But I still care about him.

- Okay, so how did you end up
here at this motel?

- He's been here before.

Left me a message
two nights ago.

Sounded like
he was on an upswing.

So I drove into the city
to find him.

- You still got the voicemail?
Can we hear it?

- We are at the precipice
of true destruction.

I love you so much.

This world is gonna burn.

And I'm holding the match,
and it's lit in my hand

and it doesn't hurt.

This day of reckoning
is so close.

I can't wait to see it
all in ruins.

- It sounds like more
than a spiral to me.

- Since we split up,
he's been alone,

isolated,
staring at that laptop.

Who knows what
he's doing on that thing?

- Okay, we're gonna need to
get that down to the JOC.

- I'd like to stay here
in case Warren comes back,

if that's all right.

- I'm sorry, Janice.
This is a crime scene.

- Well, then
I'll take another room.

I want Warren
to see my face first.

No matter what happens,
he owes me that much.

- Okay.

We'll get some undercover
officers posted outside.

And if he calls you...

- You'll be the first to know.

- This world is gonna burn.

And I'm holding the match,
and it's lit in my hand

and it doesn't hurt.

This day of reckoning
is so close.

I can't wait to see
it all in ruins.

- Okay, stop it there.

So "precipice of destruction,"
"day of reckoning"...

does that sound like a guy
who's off his meds?

- Yes.

- Yeah, but what I mean is,

that's not just
a guy off his meds.

That's a guy who's
planning something, right?

His wife said that Warren
is online day and night.

So what if these women
that he killed,

what if it's a part of
some kind of plan?

Were we able to track
Warren's phone?

- He must have turned it off.

Last ping is at the community
center the other night.

- Right.

- You know, maybe we're
looking at this the wrong way.

Maybe it's not a
psychosexual serial killing.

Maybe it's part of
some doomsday plot.

- Okay, let's...
let's talk this through.

- What do we know?

We know Warren picked up
this woman, Effy,

paid her $1,000
to steal this guy,

Brandon Kraczuk's wallet,
and bring it back to him,

which is weird.

- Well, if it is a whole plot,
did he kill these women

to use them in the same way?

- To get them to steal
from the actual targets,

and then he killed the women
off to cover his tracks.

- We can look at the recent
NYPD robbery reports.

- Yeah, filtering
for male victims

who claim to have been robbed

by female suspects
over the last week.

- All five boroughs, all ages.

Let's cast a wide net.

- Take us through it.
How were you robbed?

- I was watching the ball game
at Finnegan's,

just minding
my own damn business,

when this girl came
and sat at the bar.

- And then what happened?

- She started flirting,
like, real suggestive.

Thought it was my lucky night.

I jumped to bring
her back to my place.

- Believe it or not,
but it's been a while

since I had company.

- Do you see the woman who
approached you in these photos?

- That's her.

That's the crazy girl
that roofied me.

- The redhead, that's her.

- Yes, her.

She seemed so pleasant.

- And you are certain
that you were drugged?

Did you get a tox screening?

- No, but I'm sure she must have

slipped something in my drink.

- 'Cause one minute,
we're raising

our glass to a chance meeting.

And then I woke up
in the morning.

- Things were going great.

And then I woke up
in the morning.

Felt like I took
a brick to the face.

- What did she steal from you?

- My laptop.

- My work lanyard was gone.

- She took my damn keys.

- For your home, car?

- And then some.

Look, I'm a fleet manager
over at NYEP,

New York Eastern Power.

Took facility keys,
substation key fobs...

all gone.

Boss is pissed,
and I look like an idiot.

- What would she want
with your work lanyard?

- I'm a third-generation IBEW.

I run operations for every
NYEP substation in Manhattan.

- Was this a personal laptop?
- I wish.

I'm a civil engineer
at Ford Michaelson.

There was very sensitive
information on that computer.

- What kind of
sensitive information?

- My firm won a big contract.

We're doing seismic updates,
big infrastructure projects.

- Including Eastern
Power facilities?

- Sure.

Schematics, all kinds
of info on that laptop.

- Well, you only need
two things to access

any Eastern Power facility.

- One, a company truck.
- And two, a working keycard.

- Of course,
you wouldn't know how

to navigate the site
unless you had the blueprints

stolen from the third target.
- So what are we saying?

Warren is threatening
some sort of attack

on the city's infrastructure?

- Okay, so let's warn
Eastern Power.

There could be
a security breach.

And let's mobilize NYPD
to all its facilities, yeah?

The only thing
we haven't figured out

is how Brandon Kraczuk
factors into this.

We need to get his
wallet to evidence,

see what he's got worth taking.

- All right,
let's get somebody to MTC.

- Brandon's lawyer
bonded him out two hours ago.

- What?

- Well, if Warren needed
something from Brandon

and didn't get it, Warren
could already be after him.

Get Maggie and OA
to Brandon's apartment now.

- Got a body.

It's Brandon. He's dead.

- Ah!

OA.

- Go.

It's over, Warren!

- Hands up.

And get down on your knees.

- Now!

- It doesn't matter.

You think you can prevent
the day of reckoning?

The clocks will be reset.

- You murdered
three women, Warren.

You had them drug and rob
three different male targets.

What are the stolen items
that you killed for?

The silent treatment
is not gonna work.

We have already tied your DNA
and your fingerprints

to the three victims.

- They won't be the last to die.

- Well, you are in here now,
so how's that gonna work?

- Mm.

Things always settle out
in the end.

Sometimes you just need
to give them a little push.

- So there's a plan,
something you need to push.

Is that what you're saying?

- Jeez, I don't know what
I'm saying sometimes.

- Your wife is here,
in the city.

She said she was
worried about you.

- If you say so.

- Stolen keys,
stolen lanyard, a laptop.

What's it all for?
What's the plan?

- The plan
hasn't changed at all.

- You said that the clocks
were gonna be reset.

What's that all about?

- Warren.
- Hmm?

- What do you want?

- I want what we all want...

to live free.

- We are free.

And so were you until
you killed those women.

- I'm not.

You aren't.

We're all trapped.

It's the one thing
we have in common.

- Whose words are those?

I don't think
they belong to you.

- You working with somebody?

- You have no idea
what I'm capable of!

- Who are you're working with?

- Admit that you're trapped.

- Don't have time for this.

- If you can't see it,
we got nothing to talk about.

- You're gonna remember this
conversation when the judge

signs your death warrant.

- You can't threaten me.

I may be locked up now,

but soon
there will be no prisons.

We'll finally hit the post.

- What post is that?

- Post-society.

- Hey, Ty, where you guys at?

- Uh, me and Kylie
just went skating.

Now we're gonna grab some lunch.

You're still giving us
a ride back later, right?

- Uh, no, look, I'm gonna need
you and your pal to head home.

I can't tell you why.

It's a work thing, so I need
you to take it seriously.

- Come on, Dad.
- Yeah.

Really, sorry.

All right.

We'll head back.

- Tyler, what's going on?

- Call me when
you get home, okay?

I love you.

- My dad wants us to head back.

- So I dug into Warren's phone.

He is very active on
a private Telegram server,

similar to the
Terrorgram channels

used by domestic terrorists.

It is very grim stuff,
accelerationists

preaching about doomsday.
- Accelerationists.

So what are we talking about?
A hate group?

- Well, these people,
they hate the world.

Their channel isn't tied
to any racist ideology.

They call themselves
3rd Testament.

- And they're not
religious extremists?

- Far from it.

The only God that these people
bow down to is chaos.

They believe that violence

is the ultimate motivator
for change.

Now, 3rd Testament was founded
by this man, Chip McCaffrey.

- And have we
tracked him down yet?

- Don't need to.

He's dead, killed in a fire
after a standoff with ATF

in 2022.
- Right.

The prophet is gone,
but his song lives on.

- And these message boards,
they are just an echo chamber

for his members to provoke
each other into committing

more extreme acts of violence.

And it looks like
Warren took the bait.

It appears that they
goaded him into committing

a lone wolf attack
on Manhattan's

critical infrastructure.
- Right.

Well, Eastern Power deactivated
all the stolen items,

and ERT did a full sweep.
They found nothing.

- What about
Brandon Kraczuk's wallet?

- We never found it.

What if he wasn't in
that apartment alone?

Goes there with the partner,
kills the guy.

- And hands the wallet
off to his partner.

- Right... Warren stays back
to deal with the body.

Then we bust in.

- Brandon Kraczuk
is the project manager

at Iron State Contracting.

That means he'd have access
to demo materials,

heavy machinery, explosives.

- We need to find out who Warren

has been in contact with.

Let's get his wife in here.
- Yeah.

Hey, bad news.
Janice Stroud just bolted.

That room she checked into,
it was empty.

She must have slipped away,
and she powered down her phone.

- All right,
we gotta find her now.

- Uh, boss, you should see this.

20 minutes ago, one of the
stolen Eastern Power trucks

pulled into this
construction site.

- That's the construction site
where Brandon Kraczuk works.

- Okay, so Warren Stroud
is in custody.

So who is driving that truck?

- Got another angle. There.

- Well, at least we found her.

- All right, folks,
Warren Stroud

is not working alone.

Janice Stroud, his wife,
is working with him.

She just stole this truck,
like they had planned,

and is likely trying
to finish what he started.

- I don't believe she's done.

How much do you wanna bet
that duffel bag

is full of explosives?
- Yeah.

We still got eyes on that truck?

- No. No, we're still looking.

- All right,
everyone should be scrubbing.

We need to find that vehicle.

And somebody call Eastern Power.

Make sure those stolen
keycards are deactivated.

- I'm on it.
- Jubal!

Looks like the truck
just crossed the toll in

the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel.

- Okay, what does Eastern Power
have near there?

- The Metropolitan Grid
substation.

It uses insulating gas to
protect high-voltage equipment.

It's just a few blocks away.

- All right.
Get a team there right now.

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey, Tyler.

What's going on, buddy?
Not a great time.

Are you on the train?

- We were about to, but look,

you always said if I saw
something that looked off,

I should call you.
- Uh, yeah, sure.

What'd you see?

- Kylie and I were
headed to the train

just now, and we heard gunshots.

- Tell him about the guys.

- And then we saw two guys
rush out of a van

and head into this building.

They had guns
and a big rolling briefcase.

- Where... where is this?

- We're on Hudson,
like, four blocks away

from your office.
- Uh, okay.

I'm gonna have somebody
check it out.

But I need you and Kylie
to get in a taxi right now

and go home.
Do you understand?

- Okay. Okay. Yeah.

- Okay. You did good, Ty.
Call me when you're home.

- Scola and Eva just landed
at the substation.

- Scola, that's the truck.

- All right, Jubal.

Got eyes on Janice.

She's held up at the gate
with the keycard.

We're moving in.

Janice, it's the FBI.
All right?

I need you to step out
of the truck

slowly with your hands
in the air.

She's going!

- She's headed
for the transformers!

- Everybody, get back! Get out!

Get out! Go!

Scola! Back down!

- Okay, we got the live feed
out from the substation.

Okay, here we go.

There's Janice.
Where's she going?

Keep... keep an eye on her.
- Yep.

- Jubal, we got
an active shooter.

Send backup.
- Who's our shooter? Kelly.

- Yeah?
- Who's our shooter?

- I'm not getting
any hits, Jubal.

- Okay, I got Janice.

She's entering the substation.

- Whoa, is that...

- PBX,
polymer-bonded explosives,

and not just a single serving.

- Scola, Eva, are you there?

- All right, Jubal, tell me
you're up on this place!

- Yeah, we're patched in.
We've got your eyes.

Our suspect is in possession
of PBX explosives.

- How much?

- Enough to take down the whole
damn substation and more.

She's currently attaching it
to the gas line.

Do we know where that is?
Where is she?

- Transformers there on
the second floor of the tower.

- All right,
she went to the second floor.

Get up there
when you can safely.

- We need more boots
on the ground.

- Yeah, on it.

Oh, I dispatched a team
to check something out nearby.

- Why?
- Tyler's in the city.

He saw two men run into
a building with guns.

- Where?
- Uh, Hudson, right here.

We haven't heard back
from the team yet, but...

- No, negative.
- 60 Hudson.

It's a lighthouse,
a building that houses

all the fiber optic cable
for the city.

Every telecom emergency
service lane convenes

at the base of that building.

- This isn't a lone wolf event.

This is a wide-scale attack.

They're targeting
Lower Manhattan.

- Okay, we need backup
to 60 Hudson right now.

- Alpha Team secure the area,
the rest with us!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Get down!

- Wait for the reload.

Cover us, now!

- Suspect down.

- Janice is on the West Tower,
second floor.

- She armed the bomb.

Janice!

- Go, go, go. I'll get her!

- OA, cut the blasting cap

to neutralize
the device completely.

- It's over.

- You're damn right it is.

It's all over.

- Oh, God.

- What the...
what the hell just happened?

- Are you guys seeing this?

- Jubal, what the hell was that?

- How long until
the generator kicks back in?

- It should be coming up.
I...

- We still got comms?

Hey, Maggie, OA,
can you hear me?

Maggie?

- Jubal, can you hear me?

- Comms are down.

- Somebody talk to me!

- Okay, okay, we've lost all
contact with FDNY and NYPD.

911 emergency line is also down.

- We're completely dark here.
Nothing is responding.

No traffic cams, no pole cams.

- Hey, cell towers
are not responding.

They could be down or
could just be overwhelmed.

- Jubal.
- Yeah.

- They did it.
- What?

- They took down the city's
entire fiber optic network.

- Okay, guys, come on.

- Hey, you've reached Tyler.
I'm not here right now.

Leave a message after the beep.

- Come on, Tyler,
pick up the phone.

- Jubal, the cell network
is crashing.

You're not gonna get through.

Jubal. Jubal!

- Okay.
Keep going, keep going.

OA, check them out.
- I got her.

- Keep going, you guys.

All right. Come on, guys.
Get out of here, please.

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Can you get up? Can you get up?
- Can you walk?

- Everybody...
- Easy.

- Keep going. Keep going.

- We need help!

- I need some help here!

Help! Need some help!

- I got you.

- That's it. That's it.

- Tyler!

Tyler!

- Jubal?

- Tyler!

Tyler!

No, no, no, no. No, no.

Tyler.

Oh, God. Tyler.

Okay, Tyler, listen to me.

You're gonna be okay.
Your dad is here, okay?

I need a doctor or medic!

- Jubal?

- Maggie!

Maggie! Is that you, Maggie?

Please, I need to get him
to the hospital!

Get me a medic now.
- Okay, I'm on it.

- Tyler, look at me.

Wake up, please.
Look at me, buddy.

Tyler. Tyler. Please.

Please wake up, buddy. Come on.

Please give me something.

I need you. Please, buddy.