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Please...

- I've got nowhere else to turn.
- What do you want to do?

I'm the one you
call when you can't call 911.

This is Melody,
one of my oldest friends.

How's it going, Harry?
I need those freaky-ass

- superpowers of yours.
- Got my cape?

I've known for a long time what you do.

Not specifically.

But I've got a pretty good idea
who you work for.

- Where is Carter?
- Let him go.

- You're pissed, I get it, but we...
- There is no we.

No more cooperation,
no more quid pro quo.

Whatever this partnership was,
it's over.

A collar like that could
make a person's career.

And the next time I see you,
I'm taking you down.

Elias?

Oh, my God, what happened?

It's nothing, Mandy. Go back to sl...

- You're hurt.
- It's a nosebleed.

All right...

We got that new barcode system
at the hardware store.

Being floor manager, I'm running point.

And I... guess the pressure's
getting to me.

Talk to me, Elias.

Tell me what's been going on.

Everything will make sense soon.

Tomorrow night,

you're gonna be real proud of me.

Come on, Mom, it'll be fun!

I'm sorry, Dee, but I can't.

Okay, but it's a "Shake It with
Your Family" dance challenge.

And you're my family.

With a job I'd like to keep.

And the last thing my charity
clients need to see

is me twerking online.

No, you do not need to twerk, please.

You can Milly rock.

- You want me, you want me to twerk?
- Or do the... Oh, no!

Look, my friends have
already posted their videos.

And they all look great. I'd ask Kelly,

- but she's out of town.
- You do these videos with your stepmom?

Yeah, all the time.

But I would rather do them with you.

At least think about it?

Okay, I will hit you back

this afternoon once I see
what my day is like.

Cool.

This whole social media thing. You...

you can't afford to have
your face out there,

- can you?
- No.

Monitoring what people
know about me online is...

it's my big compromise.

I can't put my family in danger
by exposing my identity.

And I thought you were just camera-shy.

Just careful.

But I miss out on a lot.

It's just a silly video.

Yeah, but I would love to be
the good guy

in her life for a change.

You already are.

But yet...

It's the little things, Aunt Vi.

That's what they remember.

And all I keep giving her is excuses.

Stop. She's not gonna disown you,

and she's not gonna write
some kind of spiteful memoir.

Is she really doing
these videos with Kelly?

Have you seen 'em?

Mm-hmm.

? Fun with it ?

? Baby girl
just want to have fun with it ?

What?

Kelly ain't got no rhythm.

I mean, like, none.

No.

Uh-uh. I ain't worried about that.

I got to go. Someone's in trouble.

I've never seen this knife

or this shirt before.

That's a lot of blood.

And you're sure it's not his?

I looked for a wound or an injury
when he was asleep,

and there was nothing. And then
when I tried to talk to him

this morning, he told me
that he had to leave town

for a few days.

Did he say why?

He said it was for work.

But he didn't bring his phone
or his wallet or...

his Saint Christopher pendant.
His father gave him that.

He never takes that off.

Has anything happened to him lately?

Uh, any trouble with anyone?

Not that he told me. But he...

he became secretive ever s-since...

- Since what?
- Those are our boys,

Sammy and Daniel.

Elias lives for them.

And a few months ago,
Sammy had appendicitis.

And there were complications
and surgeries, but...

Elias wouldn't leave
his hospital room for days.

How's Sammy now?

He's fine. That's the thing.
But Elias...

It's like this cloud came over him.

He became withdrawn.

He took extra shifts
at the hardware store

to start paying the medical bills.

And he started taking
work calls at all hours.

My husband, he's a good man.

He's kind.
He's never even been in a fight.

But... something's wrong,

and he's not telling me.

And the thing that scares me
most is, before he left,

he said that things
would be different soon,

that, after tonight,
I would be proud of him.

Yeah. There is

definitely something up with this guy.

He deleted all his social media
three weeks ago,

and he's been using a secure
browser to cover his tracks.

What about the phone his wife gave us?

Wiped clean.

It's a lot of cloak-and-dagger
for someone

who works at a hardware store.

It gets cloakier.

I ran the family's financials.

And the Wilsons are...
They're basically broke.

A lot of money going out,
not a lot coming in.

I think I know why. I reached out

to his job at Barham's Hardware.

He was let go five months ago.

Corporate cutbacks.

Oof. He was fired
and didn't tell his wife? Ugh.

So if he hasn't been going
to work every day,

where's he been going?

I bet he didn't know enough
to delete his GPS metadata.

Yeah, I can't tell you where he is,

but I can tell you where he's been.

And he's been...

riding the 7 Train
back and forth all day,

using their Wi-Fi.

That's weird. Cheap place to work from?

He ever get off?

Yeah.

Hunters Point.
Five times in the last ten days,

including last night.

Looks like he went into this alley here.

- Can we get eyes on it?
- There's a...

pawn shop right down the street.

I can probably get the video
off the security cameras.

Speaking of videos,
what do you know about TikToks?

Other than the fact
that I consider them the scourge

- of Western civilization?
- You think everything's a scourge.

Everything is a scourge.

I just wanted to know
whether I can post one

without it going viral.

Going viral's the point.
That's why it's a scourge.

I mean, you know,
people can't turn away.

And you shouldn't. Hello?

Kittens dressed up
as celebrities? Come on.

Jay-Z with the whiskers?

Yeah, J.Lo with the Versace.

No. Will Smith...

In the green!

- Ah! That's unbelievable.
- Yeah, okay, okay.

Okay, I-I'm... Here we go.

- There's Elias.
- He's going to that storage space.

At 2:00 in the morning?

Yeah, that's not suspicious.

Fast-forward.

He was meeting people.

Oh, we got a bleeder.

Back up and zoom in.

That guy's wrist is pretty messed up.

Can't see their faces.

But teapots...

Just like Elias's shirt.

What are these guys doing?

One way to find out.

Ran that photo you gave me

through the military's
facial rec software.

Nothing.

Come on, Bo. I know you didn't come

all the way over
from your cushy desk at the DoD

to show me nothing.

We got this software in
beta that scans photos

to create a full-body blueprint.

And I found something.

This...

is from a forward operating base

in Kandahar, circa 2008.

That's her. You got a name for me?

This woman's not in
any databases by design.

Meaning that picture
slipped through the cracks.

What's that patch on her sleeve?

6-8-3.

Classified unit with
the highest clearance.

Military intelligence.

What's this about, Marcus?

Professional curiosity.

Advice from an old friend...

I'd lose the curiosity.

They hosed it down.

With bleach.

Like they're trying
to cover up evidence.

Of what? Organ harvesting?

Some kind of fight club?

Got some screws here.

Some clipped tubing.

Tubing?

You smell that?

Almonds? That smells like...

Homemade C-4.

That's not tubing.

It's a detonating cord.

They're building a bomb.

"After tonight, you'll be proud of me."

That's what Elias said to his wife.

Terrorists I profiled,

they said things like
that right before an attack.

Which means whatever they're planning...

It's gonna happen tonight.

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So, the little teapot
on their shirts is a symbol

for an alt-right group
called the Truth Trappers.

They've been flagged by DHS
as possible extremists.

They're basically a QAnon-type group.

You know? Lots of deep state paranoia,

talk of revolution

and references to an event
called The Reckoning,

which is basically the violent
overthrow of the government

by disempowered "patriots."
You know, why is it,

when you want to overthrow
the government,

you're only a patriot if you're white?

Elias is a family man.

He's got no history of violence.

I mean, the guy,
he coaches Little League.

He volunteers at a soup kitchen.

How does a guy like that go down
a rabbit hole like this?

All too easy.

Sick kid, no job, no insurance.

Bottom ripped out from under him.

He's actually the perfect target
for groups like this.

They tell him
this is not supposed to happen

to someone who looks like you,
not in their America,

that he's being stolen from,

that someone else is to blame.

They just poison 'em with hate.

Same way al-Qaeda recruits.

Yeah, with the same violent results.

Any chatter on the socials?

Uh, something that might

give us an indication of a target?

No. But, I mean, with all the lunacy

on these forums, I mean, uh,
the target could be anything

from a water purification plant
to the Statue of Liberty.

How 'bout his pals?

Video was too grainy to I.D. them.

But I was able to run
the numbers on the det cord,

and it matches a batch sent to the NYPD.

NYPD?

A cop's involved?

We have to bring them in on this.

Dante? Robyn, no.

After what happened
with the serial killer,

you know he's hunting you.

Then let's give him
something else to hunt.

Yeah?

Look up.

I told you,
we're not doing this anymore.

Check your passenger seat.

You should find a det cord
and a flash drive

containing video from a garage

at 1722 Pearson Place.

And this should interest me why?

Because I have intel
that the four guys in that video

plan on detonating a bomb
somewhere in the city tonight.

And one of them is a cop.

And you know this how?

The intel is solid.

They belong to some
right-wing conspiracy group

called the Truth Trappers.

If there really is a bomber out there,

let alone if a cop's in the mix,

you need to stay the hell out of it.

You do your job. I'll do mine.

So, how long were you
military intelligence?

Come again?

Kandahar's a long way from New York,

but not long enough to keep me
from picking up your trail.

You still too blind to see
we're on the same side, huh?

Not even close.

You're on one side
of the street, I'm on the other.

The dirty cop, the bomb.

If I were you,

those are the only things
I'd be on the trail of.

This just doesn't make any sense.

The man I fell in love with
would never hurt anyone.

Did he visit any places
that struck you as odd,

or tell you he was going somewhere new?

No, that's the problem.
He didn't tell me anything.

Anybody you didn't recognize
come to see him?

- No.
- Strange emails,

conversations you may have overheard

that didn't make any sense?

No, but I did wake up a few
times in the middle of the night

and catch him on some website.

He said he was catching up

on inventory,
but if he wasn't working...

Do you recall the name of the site?

I didn't see a name,

but there was this weird symbol.

A megaphone with a giant "S" on it.

The site is called Squawkist.

It's an ultra-secure messaging platform

catering to alt-rights
who want to fly under the radar.

Founded by a guy named Cody Beamon.

College dropout,

pretends to be some kind
of libertarian icon,

but it's a front.
He's desperate to cash in.

He's looking for investors
to fund him to an IPO.

What's Elias's presence like
on the site?

A bunch of posts
in the last few weeks alone.

Dozens of DMs,
but I can't access the server.

If Elias and his crew
are planning an attack,

it could be in those DMs.

We've got to get in there.

Yeah, I-I know,

but the whole point
of Squawkist is its secrecy.

You know, there are layers
and layers of encryption.

Okay, so how much time do you need?

If the bombing is tonight, too much.

All right, well,
Beamon wants money, huh?

If we can't hack in,
we can get invited in.

Mel, you want to take a meeting?

So, your vigilante,

- was she right?
- Yes, ma'am.

CSU confirmed evidence
of bomb-making material.

- Who owns the garage?
- Tri-Borough Storage.

Took a six-month cash advance from a guy

with a baseball cap and a fake I.D.

Video's too low-grade to I.D.
any of them, but...

the det cord is from our supply room.

I'm getting the names of every cop

who had access to it
the past three months.

Keep the circle tight.

The last thing we need
is the public panicking

about a cop with a bomb.

And, plus, if word got out
we were hunting him,

he might go to ground.

Did your Equalizer
happen to mention a target?

No. I have Counterterrorism
generating a list,

but it's New York.

There will be hundreds of targets.

Do whatever it takes to stop this thing.

Even if it means working with her?

Two birds, Detective.

Keep her close.

Once you've stopped the bomb,
arrest her.

Squawkist had almost 330,000
unique users last month.

Up 140% year-to-date.

And 245 million DMs.

That growth is what
piqued my fund's interest,

- Mr. Beamon.
- Okay. Bait the hook.

All right? A little skepticism.

Look, the high-net-worth
investors I represent,

they don't have political concerns,

but they do have legal ones,

and being exposed
by extremist views expressed

by some of your subscribers...
Oh, no, we have no liability

as a third-party publisher.

That's black letter law.

Did he just ogle you? Is he ogling you?

Did you just mute me?

Uh, we are no more morally responsible

for our users' speech
than a burger joint is

for their customers' health.

All we do is provide a platform.

We enfranchise the disenfranchised,

and in return, my proprietary algorithms

are able to target our
users based on their DMs.

And division drives profits.

The angrier they are, the more they buy.

We get them coming and going.

You have access to their DMs?

I mean, I thought your site
was all about privacy.

Well, from the government.

But not our marketing department.

That's the genius part.
And it's all legit.

Our terms of service give us
access to everything.

These wing nuts are gonna make me rich.

But if you have access to their DMs,

how can your users feel secure?

Because what they don't
know won't hurt them.

We tout two layers of encryption,

but I can get through the firewalls

with the stroke of a key.

Behold.

Okay, yes, thank you for the unmute.

Now get-get in closer.

Good, good, good. Yeah.

Yes.

I'm in.

All right, later, babe.

Hey, Murtaugh.

My son's Scout troop's
selling raffle tickets

if you're interested.

Hmm. Eh, it's not my kind of prizes.

I'll pass.

Not a problem.

Have you seen these message boards?

Politicians owning sex slaves.

Nukes stored in preschools.

How do you even begin
to believe this stuff?

The human mind is designed
to see patterns in the world.

Helps us to survive.

But sometimes it sees patterns
that aren't there.

It's called apophenia.

The tendency to draw connections
between unrelated phenomena.

"Oh, the crops aren't growing,
blame the lunar eclipse."

Except in this case,
the whole setup is predatory.

It drives me crazy, to see these
otherwise reasonable people

sucked in by these hate-mongers.

They use the same technique
as role-playing games.

The participants are intrigued
by the clues,

you know, the sense of belonging
to a secret community

railing against a corrupt system.

So the more they play,
the more obsessed they get.

It's insidious. It's a feedback loop

designed to hijack the brain.

- Oh, man.
- What?

Elias's DMs.

Nothing specific about
the bomb or the target,

but, uh, this is
from this morning, okay?

Uh, he gets a message
from username FP99.

"We still on?"

"Yes, but trouble at home.

Staying at 2167112 now."

"Sit tight. I'll bring you
the package at 4:00 p.m."?

Harry, that's 40 minutes from now.

I mean, that number could be a mnemonic,

it could be a secret code.

Homegrown extremists don't
tend to be so sophisticated.

Why don't you try an address?

2167112, it doesn't correspond
to any relevant locations.

Break it up. 21, 67, 112th Street.

Okay. We got three locations.

One is a chicken joint in Brooklyn.

One is a car dealership in Manhattan.

And the other
is Mike's Motor Lodge in Queens.

My money's on the motor lodge.

What are you up to, Murtaugh?

Dispatch, this is Two Lincoln Five.

Bombing suspect
just entered the premises

to meet with at least one coconspirator.

I'll need immediate backup
at this location.

Two Lincoln Five, copy.

This is the trigger.

All you got to do is plug it
into the detonator on the bomb

and walk away.

You sure about this?

What do you mean?

Just maybe, uh, maybe
there's another way?

To stand up for ourselves,
you know? Make our point?

You're scared.

I get it. Fighting
for our rights is scary.

But having our country stolen
right out from under us

is even scarier.

How long has society crapped
on guys like us? But no more.

They'll write about this moment.

When patriots fought back
against the system

that ruined our country.

You saying you don't have the balls

to take back what's ours?

No, no, no.

Yeah?

Sorry to bother you. I'm the manager.

I got a call from the
room below about a leak.

- I got to check it out.
- There's no leak.

Well, I got multiple calls,

so I have to confirm that.

Look, lady, I said there's no...

Damn it.

- Pick up the gun, Elias!
- Don't do it. I'm a friend,

and you haven't done anything
you can't walk away from yet.

You can still make the right choice.

Get out of here, Elias! Now!

Don't...

Freeze!

- Freeze.
- Easy, Dante.

Hands behind your back, Murtaugh.

Seal it off!

Harry, it's me. Elias took off,
and I think he has the bomb.

I grabbed the plate off his car.

Yeah, what do you got?

Late-model Ford pickup,

XJ43724.

It's a rental.

But insurance companies
require active GPS

to guard against theft.

Can you get me a location?

Stand by.

Guess I should've bought
that raffle ticket, huh?

Tell me about the Truth Trappers.

- Never heard of them.
- I got you meeting

with a terrorist suspect
at that motel room.

You mean my C.I.

Got you signing out the det cord
we found in that garage.

Requisitioned it
for a training exercise.

Got you with the same injury as
the bomb maker in that picture.

Yeah, I don't know anything
about any of that.

But I do know that you just
arrested another cop.

Meaning you turned on one of your own.

You're not one of my own.

Damn straight.

I'm a decorated police officer

being set up by a desperate detective.

That bomb goes off,

anybody dies, breaks a nail,

you'll pay for it the rest of your life.

Give up the names of
your coconspirators,

the time and place of the bombing.

Lawyer.

Union rep.

I got a date.

Talk to me. What do you got?

Okay.

Someone's stressed out.

Oh. Hey, babe. Sorry.

Just, um,
j-just waiting on a work thing.

So, our video. I found an amazing song.

Yeah. About that...

- Here, I'll play it for you.
- Dee,

I'm really in the middle
of something right now.

Okay. Um, well, then,
I'll play it later.

I promise, you'll love it.

- It's perfect for us.
- Good.

That sounds great. I can't wait.

Talk to me, Harry.

- What do you got?
- He's downtown. Financial District.

Parked right by the entrance

to an electrical substation.

Downtown. I'm on my way.

Record's clean.

And I ran him through
our counterterrorism database.

No links between him
and the Truth Trappers.

So you're sure he's the right guy?

It's not your vigilante playing you?

Not her style. He's the guy.

He just knows how to cover his tracks.

Can you fast-track a warrant
for Murtaugh's place?

I can reach out to Judge Oshida.

Because you're sure.

Yes, ma'am.

I know why you're having

second thoughts.

Makes sense.

Because you know
what you're doing is wrong.

Who are you?

Amanda sent me. To help you.

She doesn't want to lose you.

You blow the relay,

Lower Manhattan goes dark,

maybe you kill a bunch of people.

What do you accomplish?

It'll make them see us.

The banks, the-the hedge funds

forcing people like me from our jobs

so they can squeeze out
a few more bucks.

I can't put food on my family's table.

They're making billions.

Yeah. I get it.

You're angry.

So, why don't you, uh,

put that detonator down.

Let's me and you talk about that.

I'm done talking.

You're one of them. I knew it!

I had to stop you, Elias,

even if you don't know why.

You haven't stopped anything.

We're just getting started.

Yo, Suarez.

- Tell me you found something.
- Nothing.

Tossed every inch of the place.
Murtaugh's clean.

There's got to be something.

Clean, Marcus.

I got to say,

going after our own? That's
not good for any of us.

Yeah?

- Where you at with the cop?
- Dead end.

Which is on you
for blowing my surveillance.

Now I got you for obstruction,
conspiracy...

- I stopped the bombing.
- How?

It doesn't matter. But
the guy I'm grilling admitted

that it was just a diversion

to draw the cops and the FDNY
away from the real target.

- Wait, you have one of them?
- Listen to me.

- Hand him over right now.
- If you think you know anything

about me, then you know I have
advanced interrogation skills.

I can't serve him up to someone
who does not do the job as well.

40,000 cops in this city,

but you're better
than all of them, right?

Wake up, Dante.
I'm saying there's another bomb.

So forget your manual
for ten seconds and help me.

I sent you something.

I need you to pull prints.

And don't worry.

I removed the detonator.

Get forensics up here right now.

He's ready.

How you gonna reach a victim

of mind control? Of
big-data manipulation?

He's never gonna tell you where
that second bomb is. I mean,

you can't reason with a crazy person.

Not crazy. Lost.

You know, we had this,
uh, suspect in Kabul once.

We brought him in. He was all wild-eyed

and ranting about snakes
crawling all over him.

And you convinced him
there weren't any snakes.

No.

I took the snakes off of him.

I'm not your enemy, Elias.

I am your way out.

But you got to talk to me.

You'll hear what I have to say
in a few hours

when the other bomb goes off.

You're NSA, right?

Like I told you, Amanda sent me.

You left your Saint
Christopher medal at home.

Scared her to death.

She told me you're a good dad.

How you would never
leave Sammy's bedside

when he was sick.

What do you know about it?

I know what it's like
to almost lose a child.

When your kid has pneumonia

and you rush her to the hospital
in your pajamas

because they swore that
the fever was gonna break,

but it's now hitting 105,

and you're praying that you
make it to the ER in time.

All you want to do is protect them.

And when you can't,
you just feel like...

Weak.

Like you failed this innocent child.

And your only job

was to protect them.

And then the medical
bills start coming in.

I mean, what's your kid to them then?

Just a debt to be collected?

A debt you can't pay because
they rewarded your loyalty

with a pink slip.

What is she doing?

She's taking off the snakes.

Yeah, well, she better take
them off a little faster.

We're running out of time.

My daughter's into these TikTok videos.

I don't know if you've seen
these things. You...

Are your boys into them?

Have they gotten you to do one yet?

You did one. I can...

I can tell you've already done it.

See, those are the good things.

You know, the moments
that make all the fights

and the yelling and the homework and...

It's all worth it.

Just want to give them joy.

I mean, that's what it's about, right?

Now imagine they're gone.

Your boys.

Or worse.

Imagine they are in a hospital

with their limbs blown away.

Because that's what bombs do.

They don't care who's a patriot,

who's deep state,

and they sure don't care
who's an innocent child.

Is that how you want to be remembered?

As someone who did that to kids?

Kids like yours.

No. That's...

I am a patriot, and this is a war.

And in a war, there are casualties.

All right?
We are taking our country back.

Are you? Or is that
what they want you to think?

You're right.

There is conspiracy.

Just not the one you think.

You're being manipulated for money.

My proprietary algorithms
are able to target our users

based on their DMs.

And division drives profits.

The angrier they are, the more they buy.

We get them coming and going.

The owner of Squawkist

getting rich off of you.

No. That-That's a fake.

That's a deepfake.

No. And there's more.

CSU found two sets of
prints off the bomb.

Ed Burton,

a high school gym
teacher, and Tim Fogel,

a short-order cook.

Both guys called in sick today.

These are worker bees,
not strategic thinkers.

Murtaugh's the only one
with tactical training.

So that's our ringleader.

And he has SWAT training,

which means he would've cased a target.

Which could be anything.

Check his radio logs.

See where he's been the past few months.

You're just... You're
trying to get in my head

and manipulate me,
but I know what's real.

You know what's real?

But what if you're wrong?

What does that make you then?

A patriot...

or just a terrorist?

Is that the legacy
you want to leave your boys?

What will you mean to Sammy
and Daniel when you're gone?

Because with that bomb out there,

that's what you need to decide.

Right now.

And you can't take it back, ever.

So who are you, Elias?

Loving father, protector?

Or a murderer?

Where is the second bomb?

Murtaugh never...
told us the second target.

Said it was, uh, for our safety.

Well, what did he say?

Uh, he was always talking
about immigrants.

Immigrants ruining the country,
cutting in line,

taking jobs from real Americans.

He said tonight was payback.

Murtaugh was out

of his beat's perimeter a dozen
times the past few months.

Midtown, the substation
and Brooklyn Heights.

Could have been targeting anything

in the surrounding blocks.

Searching the other areas
could take weeks,

and that bomb's going off tonight.

Notify the local precincts.

- Dante.
- Immigration...

It was Murtaugh's obsession.

We've narrowed his target area

to 35th and Tenth in Midtown,

Henry and Clark in Brooklyn Heights.

Stand by, Dante. Harry?

There.

Hudson University International Housing.

That school's a magnet
for foreign students.

Building's hosting a big
outreach mixer there tonight.

Lots of leading immigration advocates.

It's the perfect target.

Hudson University International
Housing in the Heights.

I know that building.

Been a ton of security there since 9/11.

Be hard to smuggle a bomb in.

You don't need to.
It sits on top of a subway

maintenance tunnel.

You blow the tunnel...

The building comes down.

Please remain calm
and move towards the exits.

Guess we're on the same
side of the street now.

So tell me what we're looking for.

Well, if it were me,
I would go for something

that would compromise
the whole structure.

Like a strut or a beam?

Or a pillar.

Clear the room. Check those corners.

Cell phone trigger.
Could go off any second.

All they have to do is call, and boom.

This tunnel, the building,
everything will be rubble.

Bomb squad's ten minutes out.
We need to fall back.

Well, how long before
they evacuate the building?

15, but that's optimistic.

No time. We'll have
to do this ourselves.

Okay, I've seen this trigger before.

It's got a backup lithium battery.

You cut one of the wires from
the cell to the detonator,

the lithium battery kicks in
and completes the circuit,

blowing the C-4,

vaporizing us.

Tell me there's a work-around.

Yeah, I just have to
find the right wires.

It's been about eight years.

Okay. These two.

You sure?

We'll find out soon.

We have to cut 'em
at the exact same time.

Can't do it alone.

All right.

Give you a count. On three.

One.

Two.

Three.

Boom, you son of a bitch.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

And I'm sorry.

For what?

For placing you under arrest.

Seriously?

After all the lives we just saved?

You don't want to do this.

It's not about "want."
It's about the law.

Then I'm sorry, too.

The law's not always right.

Hands up. Don't shoot.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

She found you. Thank God.

Amanda,

a lot has happened... Things that I did

and was a part of.

I should have told you.

I need to own it now, all of it.

You should've trusted me.

What happens now?

I found a lawyer
that'll negotiate his surrender.

Of course, he's gonna have to testify

against the other Truth Trappers,

pay for what he's done.

I may need to go away from you
and the boys for a while.

Maybe for a long while.

If not for you,
it would have been worse.

I don't even know what's real anymore.

Daddy!

Oh.

Hey, I am going
to make this up to you guys.

I promise, no matter how long it takes.

Time to go.

Mm.

The coconspirators have
been taken into custody.

So the cell is officially defunct?

Yes, ma'am.

Nice work, Detective.
The city is very grateful.

It'll be even more grateful

now that you can focus all your energies

on the apprehension of the vigilante.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

I thought we had an understanding.

We did. I was going to use my connection

to the vigilante to compromise her.

I've done that. My affidavit.

It sets out my testimony
that she resisted arrest,

assaulted two officers.

Evidence which allows
for the immediate issuance

of an arrest warrant.

One that... given
your unique relationship...

You're in the best position to execute.

I was also in the best
position to end this today,

once and for all,
because I had a clean shot.

But I didn't take it.

Meaning perhaps I'm the one
who's been compromised,

and this matter should be reassigned.

I'll call if your statement
needs amending.

Oh, hey.

Bad news.

Somehow audio of Mel's conversation

with Cody Beamon got leaked
to the media,

and Squawkist has gone practically dark

the last couple hours.

Which means
Cody Beamon's dreams of an IPO?

Are dead. It's tragic.

Only you're not smiling.

Well, it's just a Band-Aid.

There'll be another Squawkist,
another Truth Trappers.

You take down one cell...

Another one pops up. It's whack-a-mole.

Yeah, until we deal with
the greater social issues.

But that's tomorrow's problem. Tonight,

my job is to make a dance video
with my daughter.

- Hey!
- Oh, come on!

What about the viral scourge?

Scourgey virus?

You know why they call it
"TikTok," don't you?

- Mm.
- Because its time is almost up.

Why are you laughing?

Hello?

Hey, so, it's about synchronization.

- Synchronization. The key.
- Yes, that's the key, okay?

Mom.

- Listen!
- We got it.

Just go and set up everything
so we can get into character.

- Okay. Okay.
- Thank you.

How's my bruise?

Bruise is concealed.

Some of my best work.

Are you sure about this?

I never been more sure about anything.

This is the good stuff in life.
I'm not gonna miss it.

Got to fight all that
darkness out there with joy.

That's how we win.

Just hope your idea works.

- Ready? Okay!
- She too cool. She too...

All right, let me...
All right, okay, okay.

Okay, let's do it, let's do it.

- Yo. Uh-huh.
- All right.

We've got this.

? If you want to run away
with me, I know a galaxy ?

? And I can take you for a ride ?

? I had a premonition
that we fell into a rhythm ?

- ? Where the music don't stop for life ?
- What is it with cats?

? Glitter in the sky ?

? Glitter in my eyes... ?

Seriously?

? Just the way I like it... ?

Come on.

- Harry! Come on, let's go.
- Oh, come on.

Mm-hmm. Come on, dance with me, Harry.

Come on!

- Don't tell anybody, okay?
- No, never.

? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ?

- ? I got you, moonlight ?
- Yes!

- ? You're my starlight ?
- Show them how you get them...

- ? I need you all night ?
- Ooh...

? Come on, dance with me,
I'm levitating ?

- ? You, moonlight ?
- Oh!

? You're my starlight, I need you ?

? All night, I'm levitating. ?

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