All language subtitles for 3-6fbi

Come on, big man.

Take a deep breath,
and then knock it down.

Come on, man!
It's a free throw!

That means it's free!
No one's guarding you!

How do you miss that?

Damn, Serg.

Looks like your boy
just shot a brick.

Hey, careful, those tears may
freeze to your face out there.

You don't even
like basketball, Benny.

Nope, but I do like
watching your team lose.

Hey, that's fun as hell, man.

Aah!

Keep your mouth shut
and open the gate.

Open the gate.

Everything's gonna be okay.

We're gonna take a little walk.

You call out for help

or try to slip out of these ties

and I'm gonna
put a bullet in you.

- Are we clear?
- Yeah.

Hey!

What the hell is going on?

Oh...

Get down, Sergio!

Serge... move!

Let's go!

Uhh...

Run!

Come on!

Uhh... aah!

Serg! Stay down!

Aah... uhh!

Get in now!

- Come on, Serge.
I got you!

Get outta here.

Aah!

- Benny?
Benny?

Benny?
Benny!

No, no!

No, Benny, no...

Not Benny, no...

Excuse me,
could I get the check please?

- I'll take care of that.
Thank you very much.

Excuse me, could you add a
blueberry scone to go, please?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Everything okay?
I tried calling you.

Everything went to voicemail.

Something came up,
a last-minute thing.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'm sorry.

You know that I would never
miss a breakfast with you

- unless it was important.
- Right. A work thing?

- No.
More, like, personal.

It's probably better
if I show you.

Only time I could get in
to see it was this morning.

Two bedrooms, walk in closets,

jetliner views.

Best part: Smack dab
in the middle of Tribeca.

- Seven-minute walk to work.
- This is gorgeous.

Mm-hmm.

This has to be so expensive.

But why are you even moving?

Because I want you
to move in with me,

so that means
I need a bigger place.

Wow.

- I know, I know.
I know it seems fast, okay?

But I've been thinking
about things, and Maggie,

you're really important to me.

And you're important
to me, but...

I thought that we should
just do it, you know?

See what happens.

- I mean, I like the idea.
- Uh-huh.

But we've only been together
for a few months.

- Six.
- Fine, six.

I think we'd have
a lot of fun in there.

Look at this big, beautiful
bathtub in the master.

Look at that.

Yeah, like I said,
it's gorgeous.

Double homicide.

Two Customs Agents.
Um...

Can we talk about this later?
I need to think about it.

Bye.

We got two dead and one
with a serious headwound.

Possible concussion,

but I told them
that we need to talk to him

before they roll him
to the hospital.

Okay, I'll go see what I can
find out about the witness.

All right,
can you coordinate with ERT

and then make sure
we get a rush on ballistics?

Copy that.

Any idea what they were after?

Took a look
at the security footage.

Shows them making off

with one of those metal tankers
over there.

Video quality's not too good,

so I can't tell which one yet.

I'll get it forwarded
to the JOC.

They're ready to roll
the witness to the hospital.

I mean,
job's always been low-key.

I just got Benny hired
four months ago.

We were friends
from high school.

It was supposed to be cushy.
I told him

the only sure thing's
a government job, you know?

Yeah.

I'm really sorry
about your friend.

Can you tell us anything
about his killer?

It was two guys,
black ski masks,

gloves, but I could
see their wrists.

I'm pretty sure they were white.

Maybe 30s, 40s, if I had
to guess from their voices.

Did you notice any scars
or tattoos on those wrists?

No.

Once that gun was on my face,
I froze up.

Hard to think straight
when that happens,

but one of them
had a gold watch on.

I do remember that.
I'm not sure what kind though.

- They took a tanker.
Do you have any idea why?

Not really.

It was anhydrous ammonia,
for farming, right?

Yeah, bomb makers
and meth dealers like it too.

Hey, sorry, I'm gonna
have to cut this short.

He's got a possible brain bleed,

so if you guys need
to talk more,

it's gonna have to be
at the hospital.

- Thank you.
Take care.

Check it out.

What you got?

Blood.

And since our dead agents
are over there...

One of our suspects is wounded.

- Hey, morning, guys.
So listen up.

Benjamin Crawford, Michael
Sanders, two federal officers,

were both murdered last night.

Lucky for us, they managed
to tag one of our suspects

with a bullet,
so let's check all hospitals

for white males in their 30s
with gunshot wounds.

And somebody work the phones.

Call local drugstores,

check for any suspicious
first-aid purchases

near the warehouse, yeah?
Good.

Hey, where are we
with surveillance video?

Putting it up now.

Can't get a visual
on the suspect,

but I got a make and model
of the getaway truck.

It's green 2002 Ford F350,
diesel.

Okay, let me guess, stolen?

Probably. The plate belongs
to a blue Toyota Camry.

All right, let's put
a BOLO out on the F350.

Not every day you see truck
pulling a 1,000 gallon tanker

around New York.

Hey, Elise, what do we know
about the suspect's DNA?

No hits in CODIS,

but ballistics recovered
from the scene

is a match
from an unsolved gang murder

in Brooklyn two months back.

No arrests were made,

but notes suggest involvement

by a gang
called the 3-4-7 Knights,

a white meth gang
based in Queens.

- It makes sense.
There's been a rise

in ammonia thefts
the last nine months or so.

COVID has broken down the usual
chemical supply chain.

Right, so the Knights
were desperate for ammonia,

couldn't find any to buy,
so they stole it instead.

Let's get
the gang unit involved.

Yeah.

Knights are fairly new,
but their roots aren't.

Small white gang,
they got their start in prison,

made their money on the streets
cooking and selling meth.

Meth prices
have skyrocketed lately

due to the shortage
of chemicals.

Explains the timing
of the heist.

- Exactly.
The Knights are smart.

They think more like
businessmen than tweakers.

Unless you try to prevent them

from stealing, I don't know,
a bunch of ammonia,

and then they'll pump you
full of bullets.

Here's our current list
of known member and associates.

Their gang leader
was murdered a month ago,

so that left a power vacuum.

Do we know who took his place?

No, gang's pretty tight-knit.

NYPD just found
the getaway truck

abandoned in Long Island City.
They're holding it for us now.

All right,
send Tiffany and Scola.

Yep.

Not a lot of trucks
in this area.

Lady walking her dog
noticed the busted windshield,

peaked inside, saw all
the blood, gave us a call.

This guy's not getting far
losing this much blood.

He's gonna need
medical attention ASAP.

Hey, Tiff, we got
a drip pattern over here.

Based on the distance
between the droplets,

it looks like
he moved pretty quickly

through here heading east

based on the direction
of the trail.

All right, no hospitals, urgent
cares, or clinics in the area.

Not a great place
to be bleeding to death.

So the question is,
why jump out here?

When I was still NYPD,

I arrested this undertaker.

The guy's side gig was patching
up gangbangers for cash.

Mmm, sounds like
quite the undertaking.

There are no morticians
around here,

but there's a vet clinic
up the block.

There's a light on in the back.

Sorry, we're closed.

FBI.

We're looking for a suspect
in the area.

- White male, 30s, 40s?
- Gunshot wound?

I'm sorry,
I haven't seen anyone.

I mean, why would someone
like that come here?

You mind
if we check your cameras

to see if he came through here?

I, uh, don't know how to.

I'd have to call
the building owner...

- We're coming in.
Step back, on the ground.

All clear back there.

All right, ma'am,
up in the chair.

Start talking,

and you better make it count,
because if you lie to us again,

you're going to jail
for harboring a murderer.

Murderer?

He never said he did
something like that, I swear.

- Who never said?
You know his name?

- Damon.
He's my cousin.

He called a couple hours ago,
forced me to help him.

I just sewed up his shoulder

and dropped him off
at the subway.

I don't even know
where he stay right now.

All right, anyone with Damon
when he arrived?

Another white guy
around the same age?

- No.
But you can check the cameras.

I swear I've told you
everything I know.

We're gonna need
Damon's full name

and the cell number
that he called you from.

We've just identified
our wounded suspect.

Damon Marshall appears to be
a foot soldier for the Knights.

He was convicted
of aggravated assault

in New Hampshire,
one of the only states

to not require a DNA sample
for misdemeanors

or waylaying your coworker

with a pipe wrench, apparently.

Work history shows Damon
used to drive a truck

for CPE Logistics.

Picked up shipments
from the Queens CFS warehouse

at least a dozen times,

according to the company
driver logs.

Which how he and his friend

likely knew about
the ammonia tankers.

One mystery solved,
two shooters still at large.

Any updates on
our mysterious second shooter?

We checked the cameras
around the vet.

Damon arrived solo.

Which means the other shooter
must've been dropped off

with the tanker
before Damon went to get help.

Looks like the cell phone
that Damon used to call the vet

was shut off two hours ago,

but before that, pinged off
a tower in East Flatbush.

Okay, East Flatbush.

Does Damon have
a registered address there?

Relatives, friends?

Probation records show
he has an aunt

at 289 East 92nd Street,
apartment 3C.

- Boom.
- We're on it.

Mind a third wheel on this one?

Yeah, sure, we could use the
extra body, but you're driving.

- Mrs. Clay, FBI!
We need to speak with you!

About what?

We're looking for
your nephew, Damon.

- Damon?
Is everything okay?

Anyone else in the apartment
with you?

No, no, I live alone.

Mrs. Clay, if we could
just come in and have a chat,

that would really help us out.

He's running!

- Aah! What are you doing?
- Up against the wall!

- Don't move.
- You can't come in here!

Clear.

- Fire escape.
There's a courtyard below.

We need a cutoff at the street.

Damon's armed.

We should probably
stick together.

Nestor!

Apartment's clear,
no sign of second suspect.

In foot pursuit of Damon.
Roll backup, ASAP.

Lost visual of the suspect.

Clearing the rear
courtyard area now.

- 93rd and Clarkson are clear.
I'm headed your way.

Vertiz!

Aah!

All units are on scene.

We need help freshening up
that perimeter.

Any chance that phone pin
is 5568?

Oh, we're gonna need
more than a pin

to get anything off of this.
His phone's pretty banged up.

Hopefully the JOC
can still pull something.

Yeah, units still got
the aunt upstairs,

so I'll see if she knows
what this number is.

I'll meet you there.

Is everything okay?

Okay?

Do you know how close
you just came?

Hey, I'm fine.

We had this dude in the pocket
the whole time.

Hell of a shot though.

Really was.

You didn't have to shoot him!

He would've surrendered
if you just asked.

He didn't give us a chance.

Ma'am, your nephew killed
two federal officers.

So you were harboring a federal
fugitive, and that is a felony.

I-I had no idea.

Okay, did he mention anything
about a robbery or a shooting?

No.

Every time I asked him
what happened,

he would just shut me down.

He had the numbers "5568"
written on his hand.

That mean anything to you?

No.

All right, Damon Marshall,
our first suspect,

is no longer with us.

So our focus is now
on shooter number two.

What we know so far is
he's a white male in his 30s,

affiliated with the Knights,

and he has
an expensive gold watch.

Ian, anything
from Damon's phone?

- No, nothing.
It was scrubbed.

Right.

Kelly, tell me something good.

Aw, sorry, boss, I'm
striking out more than uh...

- Reggie Jackson.
- Who?

Career strikeout leader,

but he's also in the
Hall of Fame, which means...

- He was really good?
- It means he kept swinging.

What about you?

I do not need a home run here.

Broken-bat, opposite-field
single would suffice.

Yeah, I have no idea what
you're talking about, sorry.

But I do know that ERT

didn't recover
any usable prints.

The perps must've been gloved up

while they were inside
the truck.

Right.

Okay, let's take another look
at the data.

Surveillance video,
cell phone records...

I just had a meet with a
known associate of the Knights.

A low level street dealer
named Lyle Porter.

I figure that's our best way
of gathering intel.

Okay, I know where
you're going with this,

but it takes a long time
to flip up to a shot caller.

That's why I'm coming out hot.

I'm gonna ask for enough weight

that I know this guy, Lyle,
can't handle.

It means he's gotta loop in

one of the senior members
of the gang.

I make one buy,

bust him for meth distribution,

then leverage our boy for some
information on these homicides.

It's worth a shot.

All right, if it brings us
to the murderers

and keeps the meth
off the streets.

But I want Maggie and OA
in on that operation.

Hey.

Heads up.

I got Lyle walking through
the south end of the park.

He's alone.

No sign of countersurveillance

by foot or vehicle.

It's good to see you, brother.

The last time we talked,
you was just kinda nibbling,

but look at you now, bro.
Buying big bulk.

Well, like I told you,

my boy Mosi's got
a couple spots in Miami,

a spot in Lauderdale,
good clientele.

A lot of money to burn, not too
much to burn it on right now,

you know?

So you talk to your people?

Yeah, man, we're good, man.

I mean, they're on board.

Where they at?

They're in the car waiting.

- What are they waiting for?
- It's a lot a crystal, bro,

so they just wanna make sure
the money's here.

- But you know me, Lyle.
What, all of a sudden

I'm some clown's gonna
show up without paper?

- No, I know your legit.
That's why I'm here.

Just let me see the paper...

Ain't nobody seeing the money
until I see the product.

A'right.

Well, their product,
their rules.

But if your boy
doesn't want to cooperate...

Yo, hold up.

Hold up.

Hey.

Money's all there, all right?

Call your people now or we walk.

All right,
just chill a sec, man.

- Gun.
- Copy that.

Give me the damn money.

We moving in?

- No, no, no.
Wait for the signal.

Give me the damn money.

Yo, you deaf!?

Give me the money,
or I blow your brains out, huh?

Lyle, why are you
doing this, man?

I ain't asking you again.

Nestor, just give him the money.

Let him walk.

- Give him the money, Nick.
It's not a big deal.

Yeah, Nick.

Nestor!

- FBI!
You're under arrest!

Yo, you're FBI, bro?

Oh-ho-ho, that's cold, bro.

That's real cold.

I love this job.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Assaulting a federal officer,
that's 20 years, right, OA?

That's correct, Vertiz.

- That's not fair, man.
I don't know you were Feds!

- Obviously, Lyle.
That's the point.

Good at your jobs, bro.

Look, man, I'm starving 'cause
of this supply shortage.

There ain't nobody
in pocket right now.

We know that the Knights
stole chemicals to cook.

They murdered two
federal officers for it, Lyle.

I don't know nothing
about... about no robberies

or no murders.

Okay, so what do you know, Lyle?

What can you tell us
about the Knights?

Who's calling the shots?

Uh, his name is Clint.

Clint Helms.

He used to cook,
but now he's the boss.

- Clint?
- Yeah, yeah.

Clint the type of guy
to get his hands dirty?

Yeah, man, yeah, if he needs to,

but he's all about money
these days.

I don't think he's your man.

It don't make any sense

'cause he just told me that
his meth business was on ice.

He said... he said
they couldn't get no ammonia

so they couldn't cook
no product.

- Clint said that?
- Yeah.

He said he couldn't cook
because he needs ammonia?

Yeah, that's why I tried
to jack you.

Yeah, I couldn't get
no product to sell, man.

So I couldn't walk away
from a pay day like that.

Ah, okay, hey, wait, so
tell me something real quick.

Where's Clint hang out?

- Aw...
- Where's he at?

He, uh, he hangs out
at this place in Queens

we call "Ivory,"

and they have kind of a
off the radar sort of thing.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

- Okay, that's good, Lyle.
That is very helpful.

Hey, so listen to me real quick.

- Listen to me real quick.
- Yeah.

So if you wanna avoid
doing time...

This is what you're gonna do.

'Sup, man?

- What's this all about?
- Well, it's just...

There's just some people
that wanna meet you.

All right, so this is Clint,

and these are my friends
from Miami.

Nick, Mosi,

they're in town
to make some moves.

Ladies, why don't you
give us a second?

'Course.

It's nice to meet you, man.

That's a nice watch, man.

I hear you're the man to be
talking to about some business.

Is that what you hear?

- They're good, man.
You got my word on that.

You guys seem all right,

but no business to talk about.

We're in a drought.

The town's bone dry.

- That's okay.
Enough business talk.

Clint, please sit.
Lyle, pour your friend a drink.

Yeah, bro.

- So where you from, man?
New York?

Stanton Island.

Yeah, cheers.

- Cheers, boys.
Yes, cheers, man.

Good to meet you, Clint.

Thanks for drink, fellas.

- Where you going?
- Meeting a friend.

- Tell him to come over, man.
We'll order another bottle.

He's old-school, he don't
trip with people like you.

Come on, man.

Clint, I ain't letting you leave

without another drink,
my brother.

Oh, oh, oh...

- Sorry.
- Yo, you, what're you doin'?

- Hey, hey, hey!
- What're you doin'?

- Sorry, man, sorry.
- Dude!

- My bad, bro, my bad.
- Get some napkins.

I'm gettin' napkins.

- That's his bad.
He's wasted.

He's been here all night.

- Pop the SIM card.
Get his phone number.

What?

Cover me.

- Where's my phone?
- Your phone?

Ah, it's not... no.

I got you right here, brother.

Phone's all safe.

Just dried it off
like nothing ever happened.

You know, my bad.

Damn.

Thanks for the drink.

- Cheers, brother.
Be good.

Hey, I'm sorry, man.

- It's all good, man.
- Let's go upstairs.

Oh, sorry about that.

What the hell was that?

You cannot take someone's
SIM card without a warrant.

He's using a burner phone, Mags.

What good is a warrant
if we don't know his digits?

That could've gone wrong
a hundred different ways.

But it didn't.

- You got lucky.
Again.

Or maybe I'm just good.

Think about it.

Somebody gets lucky
all the time,

maybe it's not just luck.

Maybe it's something else.

Yeah.

I know what I'm doing.

I promise.

Hey.

Clint Helms could be
our second shooter.

The problem is,
he's not the only white guy

who wears a gold watch,
so we need evidence.

Ian, where are we
with Clint's burner?

Uh, pulling what I have now.

At the time of the robbery,

it looks like Clint's burner
pinged off a cell tower

within a mile
of the CFS warehouse.

Can we narrow it down
any more than that?

No, his GPS was
turned off manually,

so I can't pin him
directly to the warehouse,

but like I said,
we know he was close by.

What about after the robbery?

Cell towers put him

on the eastern side
of Stanton Island.

He was stationary
at that location

for over an hour that morning.

Huh.

He spent a lot of time there

over the last three days
as well.

We know that they had
to unload the tanker

somewhere between
the CFS Warehouse

and the location
of the abandoned pickup truck,

which was discovered
two hours later, right?

Right, what are you getting at?

So maybe this area, the
eastern part of Stanton Island,

maybe that's where
Clint cooks his meth.

Right, so they dropped
the tanker off

there at his lab.
That makes sense.

That part of the island's
all abandoned warehouses

and industrial parks.

It's a great place
to hide a meth lab.

Have Tiffany and Scola
coordinate with air units.

Grid search the entire radius.

If we connect Clint
to that tanker,

we can connect him
to the two murders.

Well, this is the end
of the grid for this road.

Okay, keep driving.

There's lots of good places
to hide around here.

Airship, this is ground unit.
Any luck up there?

No tanker sightings.

We're gonna circle around
and try a different approach.

Copy that.

Maybe Clint just emptied
the tanker here,

ditched it somewhere else.

Maybe, but he was still here
doing something for an hour.

Hold on.
Look at that warehouse.

- You notice anything?
- 5568.

- Oh, yeah.
You smell that?

Yeah, that's a biohazard.

Exigent circumstances.

It's empty.

I see someone.
A white male.

Oh, yeah.

FBI, do not move.

Set it down

and raise your hands
where I can see them.

What is that, acid?

You come any closer,
you just might find out.

Set it down now!

And if I don't?

I shoot you in your head.

Step away from the table.

Face away from me.

So the guy we arrested
just lawyered up.

The good news is,
he left behind some evidence.

ERT's combing the warehouse now.

Any chance
he's our second shooter?

- No, he's too short.
5'9".

Surveillance photos put
the shooter at 6 foot plus.

Hey, good news.

ERT pulled prints
off the empty tanker.

They're a match for Clint's.

- Bring him in now.
- Yeah.

FBI, don't move!

Let's see your hands, now!

- Hands up!
- Show me your hands!

What about a warrant?

- Show me your hands!
Back up!

Now!

Hey! Hey!

Clint Helms, you're under arrest

for the murder
of two federal officers.

Hey.

Preliminary tests show
that Clint's gun is a match

to three slugs pulled
from the crime scene.

We also have agents executing
warrants on the apartment

and his car.

- Great.
All right, use what we have,

and what we don't have,
for that matter,

to obtain a confession.

We also need to find out
where all the meth is.

Who is he working with?

Who would he sell it to?

- Yeah, hey, it's Scola.
You got all of us, go.

ERT found trace amounts
of nitric acid concentrate.

They also found ice packs

and several empty
fuel cannisters.

Look, I don't want to jump
to conclusions here, but...

- He's not making meth.
He's making a bomb.

Where's the bomb, Clint?

Don't know what
you're talking about.

We're talking death penalty
if that thing goes off.

I'm already there, bro.

Two federal murders?

Can't kill me twice,
you know what I mean?

You used the chemicals
to make ammonia nitrate,

supplemented it with the AN
found in ice packs.

- Nitromethane.
- Burns hotter than diesel.

You know, it'd almost
be impressive

if you didn't copy
the whole thing.

Yeah?

Don't know
what you're talking about.

Listen, man, you help us out,

we'll take the death penalty
off the table.

We'll tell prosecutors that
you're willing to cooperate.

I'd rather die

than cooperate with you.

We found $100,000 in cash

in a gym bag
in Clint's apartment.

Big bills, so it's likely
not drug money.

No, that sounds like bomb money.

- Yeah.
ERT's processing it for prints.

Okay, good.

So the JOC is digging through
Clint's recent contacts.

NSA and Homeland Security

are working
the domestic terror angle.

And according to our bomb techs,

we're looking at about 3,000
pounds of explosive material.

We're talking Oklahoma City.

Excuse me, but I just...

I was digging back
through Clint's prison records,

and they show
when he was in Greenville,

he was aligned with
an anti-government group

called The Army of Rebels.

- Yeah, I know them.
They're a hardcore prison gang.

All white.

He probably joined
for protection.

Yeah.

Wait.

That's the guy
that Clint met at the club.

Hey, fingerprints from
the money at Clint's residence,

are matched to Robby Wilkerson.

He's a 44-year-old Army vet,
discharged as an E4

after a training exercise
injury.

Most recently he served
four years in Greenville,

and he shared a cell
with our friend, Clint Helms.

- And we have located him yet?
- Uh, we got units

checking in
on his last known address.

We're into friends and family,

seeing if anyone's seen him
in the past 24 hours.

Where are we with his phone
and his social media?

- Phone is a dead end.
It's been off all day.

I was able to look into

Wilkerson's
social media usernames

and cross-reference them
on unregulated message boards.

I found dozens of posts
with the same online handle.

Most of them from the past year

are... surprise, surprise...
Anti-government screeds.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

"Government is trampling
on the rights

"of God-fearing American people,

restricting personal freedoms
and liberties."

He also has a serious
man-crush on Timothy McVeigh.

Any indicators
or specific targets mentioned?

- Possibly.
There's lots of recent tirades

about the removal
of Confederate monuments.

"When all of the federal
buildings in New York

"are named after radical
left-wing politicians

- and judges."
- I think I have a location.

I checked the CCTV cameras
outside the Ivory Club.

- Pull it up.
- Camera shows Clint

and Wilkerson driving away
in gray Ford van.

Perfect fit for the size bomb
we're talking about.

Plates came back
to a rental company

called Venture Rentals.

They didn't even know
it was gone.

They said someone
must've stolen it.

Tell me they have anti-theft
tracking on all their vehicles.

- They're tracking it now.
Yes, I'm still here.

North on Broadway,
crossing Chambers.

Alert all units in the area
to the suspect's vehicle.

- Yeah. - The van just
turned east on Worth,

- but the signal just died.
- Wait it died how?

The Ted Weiss Federal Building

is on the corner of Worth.

The underground garage
would block the signal.

Go now.

First up, we need
to evacuate the building.

- Let's split up.
Take it floor by floor.

- That gray van's here somewhere.
- All right.

- All right, let's move.
Main lobby!

We gotta get everyone out now.

Please step this way, sir.

- Keep moving.
- All the way down...

- Hey, FBI!
Don't move!

Suspect's on the run,

back of the building
towards the intersection.

- Where's the bomb, huh?
Where is it!?

You'll find out soon enough.

Where is it!?

We got him.

All right,
the response truck is en route,

but bomb squad's
still four minutes out.

- Okay.
Everybody clear this block now.

- Wait, where are you going?
- To find the bomb.

Maggie, we don't have a choice.

Okay, go, go.

This is Special Agent
Maggie Bell.

I need to speak
with Carla Flores

from the Bomb Squad immediately.

Well, find her,
we have a live bomb.

I located the suspect's vehicle.

It is in B2,

west-facing towards
the front of the building.

Okay.

Looks like we have
seven barrels of ANFO...

Closed circuit loop...

Feeding into...

A...

Central timer power unit.

Okay, Flores is saying
that you need to find a way

to separate and open up
the circuit.

Okay.

The bad news: The blasting caps
have redundancies,

so if I pull a wire, it could
trigger a switch and detonate.

And some more bad news.

This is bomb is on a timer.
2 minutes and 40 seconds.

I repeat,
2 minutes and 40 seconds.

Is there a safe arm switch?

Maggie, okay.

Oh, Maggie.

Carla, where would
the switch be?

It's typically hidden somewhere

in the front of the vehicle.

It can be as small
as a mike switch.

Okay.

How's it going over there,
Maggie?

Uh, we've got
a minute, 50 on the timer.

OA's looking for the safety now.

That's barely enough time
to clear the blast radius.

This is bomb
is sophisticated and powerful.

You need to get
the hell out of there now.

All right, everybody back now!

- You heard him.
Everybody fall back!

Come with me, man.

Come on!

Okay, there's no way
that they evacuated

- this entire building.
- Yeah, I know, I know.

Come on!

You built it, now defuse it.

Maggie,
you gotta get outta here.

- I'm not leaving. No.
- Maggie, please.

There's 61 seconds
left on the timer.

I can't find the switch.

Up to you, Wilkerson.

Where's the switch, man!?

Go to hell!

- It's okay, it's okay.
Just keep looking.

45 seconds.

Aw, 38 seconds,
and we go together.

There's 30 seconds left.

Where is it!?

It's behind the radio.

- Hold this.
- I got it.

- Careful, careful, careful.
- Okay...

- You see that?
- Yeah.

- Go slow, go slow.
There you go.

- We got it.
- We got it. We're good.

Okay.

Okay...

Okay.

Okay.

So remind me to never invite
your boyfriend to poker night.

Naw, I'm not that brave
or ballsy, trust me.

I just knew our guy
didn't have the guts to do it.

When I told him
we were going to the garage,

I felt him resist a little,
digging his heels in.

If he actually wanted
to be a martyr,

he would've been thrilled.

I knew he was fronting.

That's impressive.

Yeah, it is,
but uh, I gotta go, guys.

I got dinner with Mona.
I don't wanna be late.

All right, see you later.

Dinner... that actually doesn't
sound like a bad idea.

- I know a perfect place.
- Yeah, great.

Come on.

This place better be great.

- I am starving.
- It is, I promise.

Okay.

What? What's up?

This is the apartment.

Oh, yeah?

- It's ours.
Signed the lease.

I put the deposit down
and everything.

What?

You signed the lease?

Mm-hmm.

I said that I needed
to think about that.

Oh, come on, Maggie,
don't overthink this.

You keep saying that to me,
that I overthink,

but you tell me that I have room

to say how this goes down
in our relationship.

That I have all the time
that I need.

That's not
what's happening here.

Look, I didn't mean it
like that.

What I'm saying is I think
this is the right...

Nestor, Nestor, listen to me.

I'm not moving in with you.

Okay, okay, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to push things.

But you did.

Here's the thing...

That's what makes you
really great at your job.

It's not gonna work for me.

Hey.

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