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Yeah. Yeah.

- I'm about to catch you.
- You can't catch me.

Oh, no, you're blitzing.

No way.

Emmett Grant at the 20, 15, 10...

But the big man's on his tail.

It's like he's gone.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Oh, hey, Ginny.

Hey, Chris.

So you're babysitting?

Just till my mom gets home.

I'm not a baby.

We're gonna eat meatball
sandwiches and play Xbox.

We are.

Look, you go get us set
and I'll be up in a minute,

Okay, Em?

It's not gonna be a minute.

You always say a minute.

It's never a minute.

So what are you doing?

Going home to work on algebra,
but I don't really get it.

Do you?

Graphing equations, kind of.

Can you show me?

No!

We were a few blocks away
when we heard the call.

What happened?

Single explosion, first floor,

right in the corner of the building.

Nails, BBs, any kind of shrapnel?

Not that we found.

What time was the explosion exactly?

Reports peg it at 4:03.

It's nine minutes ago.

We need every emergency vehicle
headed here

stopped outside the perimeter.

Evacuate this building.

I got half a dozen guys inside
checking structural damage,

twice that many going door to door...

Then you have them grab anyone
they can see and get out right now.

Oh, my God, my kids are in there!

Ma'am, ma'am, you can't go in, ma'am.

Let me through! My boys are in there!

We have the fire department

that's bringing everyone else
that they can, okay?

But I don't see them.

Mom, Mom, I'm over here!

Are you okay?

- Mom.
- Oh, my God. Thank God.

Where's Emmett, baby?

He... he went inside, Mom.

No, no, no, no, no.

He's right inside, he's only seven,

and he knows not to open
the door for anyone.

Okay, okay, just stay with me
for just a minute.

You don't understand. He's my baby.

Listen, I know every instinct
is telling you to go in there,

but you just need to...

Oh, my leg!

Wait, it's coming down!

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Go, go.

Can't hear. We don't know.

Freeze the 20 blocks
around 142nd and Stivers.

Shut down all subway lines
into and out of the Bronx.

And give Port Authority
the heads up that bridges,

tunnels, and train stations
citywide are next.

How many didn't make it out?

NYPD's working on a tenant list.

Lot of people home.

So who's making a statement with this

and why?

We were on the scene for 90
seconds before the second bang.

We only had time to rush an evacuation.

I just shut down half the city

and I can't open it up
until we know it's safe.

Who else is already here?

PD, FD, Emergency Management.

ATF and Homeland Security
are on their way.

I'll deconflict, but FBI owns
the risk for what happens next,

so you two own this case.

If you came over to apologize...

I know there's no apology or explanation

- changes what happened.
- My baby died.

That's what happened.

I'm beyond sorry.

I can't begin to even understand

how you're feeling right now.

You don't have kids, do you?

I don't have children, no.

No, you can't understand.

You probably think
that you did me a favor.

Ma'am, what Agent Bell did...

Emmett was only seven.

He was small for his age,
but he was really smart.

You should have let me die in there.

Those blasts came from the first
floor corner apartment, right?

Yeah, you know who lived there?

Felton Ames.

This is the building's super.

Who's Felton Ames?

A scumbag drug dealer.

Been trying to get him
out of the building for a year.

If he had some rank,
he could have been a target.

Yeah, he was always parading
around like some big deal:

red silk suits, fools
with guns taking him around.

We'll check into him.

What do you have?

A body in the apartment
that took the brunt of this.

Peek under.

There's a foot and the bottom
of some red suit pants.

Sounds like it could be Felton Ames.

All right, let's get him out,
see what we have.

Ugh.

- Is that a cell phone?
- Yeah, looks like it.

It's melted to his leg.

Two bombs, and they both went boom,

which means whoever we're looking
for knows what they're doing.

First lick of the ice cream cone

always goes to National Security.

NSA, CIA, Homeland Security,

nothing on the wires or in the chatrooms

for the last 72 hours.
And no reaction since.

Well, if any terrorist group
could claim it, they would

and I like the story we're
building in the field anyway:

someone targeting a Mac Baller
Blood named Felton Ames.

Tony, can NYPD fill them in?

Felton Arthur Ames, 33 years old,

boatload of priors for
possession and criminal sale.

Moved up the Mac Ballers

when guys above him
went to jail or the morgue.

But undercovers say he had
a rep for being sloppy.

Luckily, so are most gang members.

A guard at Riker's found this
kite in a Mac Baller's cell,

so we know Felton jumped the line,

got the big homie title anyway.

So let's get into him. As usual,
run everything through me.

Point agents on the street
are Bell and Zidan.

Let's go, people.

You guys all right?

We need a line cut
to salvage a cell phone.

I assume it's connected to Felton Ames?

How much information
can you pull out of that?

If the core memory is
in one piece, maybe everything.

We have a process called chip off,

but with evidence this damaged,

Bureau likes the lab
at Quantico to do it.

How good are you at chip off?

I taught the guys at Quantico.

Then go for it.

What? If we unwind this
before anything else explodes,

who's gonna complain?

I will.

If our best lead gets destroyed,

the attorney general is gonna
point at the direct

and the direct is gonna point at me.

I understand,

but would you let me tell you
why we should still do this?

No, you're no longer undercover

tracking terrorists,
making your own rules, OA.

You're working for me,

and what I want you to do

is understand how things work here.

If you have a problem, you
shag your ass down the hall,

you knock on the door,
you tell me about it,

and then I'll fix it.

Now do it.

What do you think?

I can heal the sick, not raise the dead,

but let's give it a shot.

How long you think this is going to take?

If you knew how delicate this was,

you'd be amazed at my speed.

Um, I want to... be right back.

The chip itself is intact,

but both metallic connectors are damaged.

- So the DNA off the leg...
- Shh.

Matches Felton Ames.

Sorry, I figured even Ian
would be done by now.

Just need to secure the ball grid array,

and everything on that phone
is right here,

assuming we can still read it.

If you can turn this
into something useful,

I will buy you a steak dinner.

I'll take it.

Wayne Clinton's number two
in the Mac Baller lineup.

Apparently Felton leapfrogged
him to get to the top,

so we think that Wayne might
have engineered this bombing

in a move to take over.

He sent a lot of angry texts to Felton.

You know street gangs usually
play with guns, not bombs.

This would be a pretty serious
escalation.

We still have to put the pieces together,

- but there's something here.
- Yeah.

We already have a basic profile on Wayne.

Okay, well, let's start

thickening that up and crash
those three known addresses.

Guys, check it out.

We may have a suspect: Wayne Clinton.

You're not gonna take the FDR?

When we're in Indiana, you can navigate.

I've lived here for three years.

Really?

Look, just because you're
from Manhattan...

- I'm from Queens.
- Okay.

Hey, Jubal, we're three minutes out.

Hey, NYPD hit Wayne's regular hangouts.

They spotted him heading
into a strip club

called Maxie's on 138th Street.

- Did you hook him?
- No, the place is packed.

He's armed. They're waiting on backup.

All right.

Change of plans.

We've got eyes on the door.

Copy.

I'm not pushing, but do you
want to talk about it?

If there was something to say.

A seven-year-old boy died today,
and his mother blames me.

It just...

Bell, looks like
we might have our target.

Positive ID?

No, not yet.

Need to see his face. Stand by.

- It looks like Wayne.
- That's definitely him.

Go.

Last thing we need tonight
is a car chase.

Two separate attacks,
27 confirmed casualties,

and we have no reason to
believe that this is over.

With Felton Ames
and Wayne Clinton both hit,

this is looking less like an inside move

and more like an outside gang
trying to take out Mac Ballers.

The question is, who's feeling strong?

Based on location and manpower,

we have to look at the other
gangs working the South Bronx:

G Shine, Bloodhound Brims,
and Sex Money Murder.

Kristen, what does intel think?

All of them talk big games, but
from an analyst perspective,

when it comes to actually taking
over another set's business...

No one's organized enough.

No one's well-capitalized enough.

You need a lot of money
to get into the drug game.

Last year, Mac Ballers did
$50 million in heroin alone.

Even if they're stepping
on every kilo hard,

grinding them down,
adding a pound of fentanyl,

that's a million dollars
a month in product costs,

which another set would
have to be able to pay.

On top of whatever they're spending

to keep their regular business going.

Unlikely any of the players
in the Bronx can afford that.

So who else is well-capitalized
and interested in the South Bronx?

We just found another bomb.

Guys were in early setting
up for a basketball tournament.

They found it in a duffel bag
under the bleachers.

Any idea who'd want to bomb
a community rec center?

I've only been director
here a few months.

I don't know. No freakin' clue.

I grew up down the street.

I was career Army. I just got back.

Miss the South Bronx?

I prefer Florida.

But my ma's had a diner
here for 40 years.

She won't leave.

She gets robbed all the time.

I was there this morning,

and I go there in the mornings
and after work,

try to keep an eye on her.

You just broker gang truces on the side?

What?

MMG on his bicep
is for Murda Moore Gangsters.

Dymes Are Us over here
doesn't make it very hard.

You got guys from five
different gangs around, Brick.

So what's with the kumbaya
spirit here anyway?

As long as I'm in charge,

I don't have time for their crap.

They can get along, or they can
stay the hell out of the gym.

What's it look like?

Six grenades on a chain.

Cell phone trigger.

Whoever did this
knew what they were doing.

I haven't seen grenades
like these since West Point.

- Those are U.S. Army?
- Used to be.

They got higher-tech gear now.

But they dumped most of these
old explosives in El Salvador.

I'll call you back, Ma.

You got any MS-13 guys
in your band of bangers?

Are you kidding?

I got a hard enough time
with the black gangs.

The closest thing I got
is this Mexican kid.

He works as a handyman for me.

Gonna jump in on your chat
with the Mexican handyman.

No problem, but he's not
Mexican; he's Salvadoran.

I'm not MS-13.

Do I look like one of those
guys with the face tattoos

and... and the crazy eyes?

No, but then you boys

were realizing it made our jobs too easy,

so now they look like you,

dress like you,

but still go out and beat
people to death for fun.

All I do is work, every day.

We know.

And you're sending money
back home to Metapán.

Don't worry, we're not looking
to deport you.

We need your help figuring out
how some explosives

got from El Salvador to New York

into where you work.

I'm sure it was MS.

That's exactly why I stay
away from those guys.

I need to see you two for a minute.

I didn't want to believe MS-13
had finally made their way

into New York City, but they're here.

This is security footage
from the rec center.

Can you zoom in?

You can just feel the crap
coming off that kid.

He put a bomb in that gym, didn't flinch.

I'll close this.

Thanks, but he's young and he's scared.

I know how to handle him.

Okay.

Wilmer, at some point,
you and I are going to sit down

and discuss exactly how you got
involved with MS-13:

who jumped you in, what choices
you had, everything.

- But not right now.
- I told you that...

Stop.

We have you on camera.

So take a deep breath

and let go of any hope you have
of talking your way out of this

and tell me who gave you that bomb.

I... what the hell are you drawing?

I'm almost done.

If you don't ID the man who
gave you the bomb right now,

I'm gonna walk out of this room

and I'm gonna call the FBI
office in El Salvador

and I'm going to get them to
find your brother in Metapán.

I'll claw back every single
penny you sent him.

Then I'm gonna take his house away.

I won't stop until he and your
little sisters have nothing left.

And then after I'm done with your family,

I'm gonna come down as hard as I can

on everyone else in your world

until you tell me what I want to know.

Name, now.

Bernardo Funes!

Go, go, go, go.

This is the FBI!

Left door, clear!

Left room, clear!

Main room, clear!

All clear!

In here, back room.

Ma'am, ma'am, wake up.

What do you want?

Where's Bernardo?

He said he's gonna pay me
when he gets back.

Ugh, he said they don't like the light.

Mm.

A phone seared into human
flesh doesn't bother you,

- but you're afraid of...
- Shut up.

Fresh air doing you some good?

Think Wilmer held out on us?

I think he told us what he
knew about Bernardo Funes.

Now he's gonna tell us what he
knows about the rest of MS-13,

and we'll go from there.

You gonna threaten his family again?

You gonna threaten to stab
him in the throat again?

That drawing was really good, by the way.

Really sold it.

I wasn't selling anything.

I only showed Wilmer because he asked.

Look, if we'd have known he was in MS-13,

we would have put him in special housing.

Don't you check gang affiliation

before tossing someone into gen pop?

Always, but the kid denied it.

I can't believe
they got to him this quick.

And we still haven't
found the kid's heart.

There's nothing the FBI does
better than a manhunt,

which is good because Bell
and Zidan's lead is dead

and the MS-13 members we're bringing in

swear they're not moving
on the black drug gangs

and Bernardo Funes is still a ghost.

Fortunately, 200 of New York's
finest and our tech gurus

got together to give us a hand,
so here we go.

Bernardo gives Wilmer the bag,

moves north from the rec center.

He's walking, so he's probably
not going very far.

He's moving like
he's got somewhere to be,

fast, no stops,

until we lose our visual on 145th Street.

145th's not far
from where Bernardo lives.

But once he realized his bomb was found,

did he go to ground
in his own neighborhood

or get the hell out of the city?

While you're keeping
public transit shut down,

we'll at least have slowed him
getting out.

Tell the mayor.

He keeps calling every hour
to see when it'll open back up.

We can call some counterterror guys in

for extra help if
you think you can spare them.

Or we go nuclear.

Put out his name, photo,
get the public involved.

He starts feeling like
everyone he sees is a threat,

that's when bad things happen.

I know.

It's a risk.

We have his info queued up.

The networks are all waiting.

Make this prick famous.

All right, you have whatever
resource you need.

Do not let Bernardo slip.

All right, here we go.

Tips are coming in.

Green's likely sightings.

Looks like he's still in the Bronx.

Close to home if it's him.

He didn't have time to get out.

This is unit four heading north on 140th.

I never saw Emmett Grant,

but I can't get him out of my head.

Lot of people made it out of
that building because of you.

That matters.

OA, that kid is dressed like Wilmer.

MS stamps these kids out of a mold.

Echo three, stay with the bike
for a minute.

Copy.

He's got to be going to see Bernardo.

There's an abandoned
building on the corner.

That's got to be it.

Crap, the kid bailed.

Wait.

OA.

Hey, you think that kid
felt our surveillance?

Yep.

Think he's headed for Bernardo in here?

Yep.

You realize if we go through
this door and Bernardo's

not in there, we're gonna be
explaining ourselves

to every lawyer
in the justice department?

Yep.

Try not to kill anyone.

Stop, now!

Drop what you're holding,
get on your knees.

We need him alive.

That's his choice.

Bernardo, you mess that up, you're
never gonna walk or talk again.

Is that what you really want?

I guarantee, you take one step forward

and I'll put you down...

Good God.

I shot him in the vest.

He's still alive.

Looks like we got
the two-for-one over here,

the bad guy and the bomb lab.

We found traces of blood on the
wire clippers in the bomb lab.

Turns out the blood isn't yours.

So just like Wilmer was working for you,

you're working with someone else,

and that's your lifeline.

Who made those bombs, Bernardo?

We're gonna have a hard time
convincing our U.S. attorney

to show you any consideration
the longer you drag this out.

You can't help me.

There's no prison, no special
unit they won't get to me.

I'm gonna die in prison no matter what.

I tell you anything,

I'm dead the day I arrive, like Wilmer.

I don't talk, you put me away.

I could live inside another 40 years.

That's still better
than where I came from.

Yeah, so now we're left with
the blood from the bomb lab.

And we ran it.

Didn't match any DNA
that we have on file.

So best evidence we got
and we can't use it?

No, I didn't say that.

You ever heard of genomic phenotyping?

The Bureau's doing amazing work on it.

It's bioinformatic software
that pulls genetic information

from blood samples
to generate a physical profile.

And gives us what,
a description of someone?

If you're lucky, you get a sketch.

I just got the report back
from the explosives lab.

The phone our bomb-maker
used as a trigger

was a Handsma 2600,

the same kind of phones you guys
found in Bernardo's hideout.

It's old, cheap technology

sold mostly in Asia 10 to 15 years ago.

Why would the bomb-maker
want to use that?

Because batteries back then

didn't have good temperature
sensors or fail-safes,

so they ignited more easily.

- You got deep on this.
- By the time I'm done,

I'll be able to build
one of these things,

which I knew we'd seen once before.

You remember that bombing attempt

at the synagogue in Riverdale last year?

Yeah, the device didn't go
off because the TATP was bad.

Different explosives, same detonator.

Before you guys started here,

we got close to tying that
attack to Robert Lawrence.

Robert Lawrence, why does
that name sound familiar?

Because you've seen him on TV.

He's the guy they always put on

when they want the alt-right
to seem legit.

Yeah, but if you listen
closely to his dog whistles,

the guy's a Nazi.

Are you familiar with Godwin's law?

It's the idea that the end point

of any intellectual debate

is one party calling the other a Nazi.

I'm not a Nazi.

You prefer white nationalist?

I prefer Americanist.

Except in your America,

it's okay to blow up Jews,
African Americans?

I don't believe in violence
as a means to any social end.

Please.

So what do you believe in, Mr. Lawrence?

The Fund for National Greatness

was founded to examine public policy

under a single objective lens:

is it good for our country?

So you protested the opening
of a synagogue,

then tried to bomb it, because
it was bad for America?

I told your colleagues last year,

I don't know about the bomb.

I do know New York has more synagogues

than any city outside of Israel.

And that's a problem for you?

They pushed out a hospice,

and we don't have enough of those.

Oh, so what you're really
passionate about is health care?

We spend billions of dollars

on these people
in the last year of their life.

75% of that is in the final few months.

I mean, don't you see
the absurdity in that?

You must be the most boring
speaker at these hate rallies.

It's not a joke.

We should put these people in hospices,

let them die the way God intended,

and then spend that money...

Let's go back to talking about bombings

on synagogues and minority communities.

Is our conversation

too difficult for you
to follow, Agent Zidan?

You must be terribly conflicted.

We're not here to discuss politics.

Or maybe you and your partner

can't handle uncomfortable truths.

Don't you have anything to say?

Not to you.

You know, Robert Lawrence
partnering with MS-13 here,

it makes sense.

I mean, MS started
to protect Salvadoran refugees

from black street gangs,

so he taps into that hate.

Right, bombings appeal to their
taste for hyper violence,

makes a way bigger statement

than gunning down people ever could.

MS runs a low-dollar extortion racket.

That brings them into the drug game.

They start making real money.

But what's driving Lawrence here?

Two things.

First, he needs cash.

That think tank Lawrence runs?

The Fund for National Greatness.

- It's underwater.
- What?

Isn't that place the crème de la crème

of the white supremacist movement?

It is, but he just took out
three separate bank loans,

each for $5 million.

15 million's a lot more than he'd need

for expanding programs and outreach.

But about right to cover the buy-in

on the Mac Baller drug territory.

Lawrence fronts that cash to MS-13,

they do the dirty work,

both organizations get massive
inflows of cash.

Okay, so what's the second thing

Lawrence gets out of this?

He starts a race war.

"Mud people" start blowing each other up.

This has Lawrence written all over it.

He's behind this.

Well, we got warrants for his phones,

so we're looking into everyone
he's talked to.

And I got two dozen agents
in Lawrence's neighborhood

up in Scarsdale, and we're going floor
to floor in his office building.

Hi, I have the results

on the blood you found in the bomb lab,

but I'm supposed to tell you,

genomic phenotyping
is a developing technology...

I'm familiar with the caveats,

but you guys are
getting pretty damn good.

Bomb-maker look like anyone we know?

You spent your time in the army

with the 20th engineer brigade

building roads, digging trenches.

But you also earned your Sapper Tab.

OA had to tell me that
that's what they called

the guys that blow things up.

Then a few years later, you crossed paths

with Robert Lawrence in Fort Bragg,

where he did a stint in the army intel.

Fortunately, not in my old unit.

You served?

Yeah, and I would
have mentioned it to you

when we met, but you're really

not the kind of guy
I want to get a beer with.

They pay you extra

to drag this affirmative action
baboon around?

They don't pay either of us enough
for dealing with people like you.

The good news is,

we've already got you
for building those bombs.

So as soon as you tell us
everything we want to know

about Lawrence's involvement,

we never have to see each other again.

Except maybe in court.

Right, but that'll be quick,

just telling the judge he cooperated.

Yeah, unless he doesn't.
Then it gets ugly.

Right.

I'll tell you everything,

but first you got to drop
all the charges against me.

I can't leave my mother alone with
those animals in the South Bronx.

Then maybe she can move

near whatever federal prison
you'll be rotting in.

I'm serious.

You may think you're serious,

but I can assure you, you're not.

We're close on Lawrence.

We need you to finish it now.

We searched Brick's house,

found $10,000 in cash.

Payment from Lawrence
for building the bombs?

We can't find any record
of them calling each other,

but at some point,
they must have connected.

- Jubal's comparing their timelines now.
- Okay.

How you dealing with this?

Because swallowing hard isn't a plan.

Well, the job doesn't stop, so I don't.

Eventually, you outrun it.

Did that work with your husband?

I'm sorry, it just felt
more disrespectful for me

to pretend I didn't know.

Were you really back to work
a few days after he died?

Guy drove a truck down
a sidewalk on Halloween.

It was all hands on deck.

- Just saying, if I can help...
- I'll let you know.

Okay.

Thank you.

All right, so Lawrence
commuted back and forth

from Scarsdale to Midtown
every day this week.

So he's in his office...

And Brick is in the South Bronx.

Right.

Not a lot of holes where they can
get together to buy tiki torches

let alone plan a whole bombing spree.

Doesn't seem like it.

Except the day we caught Bernardo.

Lawrence left his office at 6:06 p.m.,

didn't make it home till 7:35 p.m.

That drive takes, what, an hour?

Okay, so maybe there was some traffic,

but also it gave enough time for Lawrence

to make a quick detour
through the South Bronx...

Brick's mother's diner.

I have no idea who Robert Lawrence is,

and I don't give a flying crap.

What are you three looking at?

Mind your own business or get out.

Mrs. Peters... okay.

She must make one hell of a burger.

Mrs. Peters, we have
a warrant to search your diner.

Screw your warrant.

Okay.

Brick didn't have a chance, did he?

Nope.

What are you doing down there?

Keep your filthy hands out of my food,

or I'm gonna sue the FBI!

Maggie, I got something.

What?

No one would have noticed
this box coming in.

What are you talking about?

The grenades. There's 30 in a box.

We can account for 24
that Brick used so far.

- How many are left?
- None.

Lawrence has one more bomb.

There's one more bomb.

Any idea where it is?

No, but Lawrence must.

Does he really think he's smart enough

to take out one more target?

Or he figures he's facing
murder charges anyway

- and has nothing to lose.
- Where is he?

CBS studios, he's about
to go on a news show.

You have enough to arrest him?

Legally, we still need to get
there, but I know it's him.

There's no doubt.

Just try not to take him down on live TV.

Got it.

You know, I've seen
a lot of bad guys in this job:

human traffickers,

serial killers,

pedophiles.

But you know what
they all have in common?

They love their mothers.

I asked for a glass of water
about an hour and a half ago.

What is wrong with you people?

- Is this humane?
- Where's the last bomb?

- Please don't do this.
- Where's the last bomb?

Lawrence had me
give it directly to a runner

after Bernardo was caught.

- To plant where?
- He has a list of the housing projects

the big drug gangs run in the Bronx.

But I don't think he's bringing down

the whole building this time.

The last bomb is packed with nails.

So he's going after
a crowd of people somewhere.

What else did you
and Lawrence talk about?

The only other thing I told him:

the cell phone batteries are cheap.

They die fast.

They only have enough power
to work as a trigger

for about 24 hours.

And you gave him that bomb
this time yesterday?

Last bomb is going off any minute.

Lawrence must have timed it
to blow while he's on TV.

Good alibi.

It is designed to kill
as many people as possible.

Do we have any idea where?

Not yet.

Quiet, guys.

Am I dismayed by the bombings? Of course.

Am I surprised by them? No.

So black people are getting blown up

and you're not surprised?

The violence in that community

is a symptom of a larger dysfunction

that no one wants to address.

Yes, but is that really true?

People in the community of Mott Haven

are out in the streets
pleading for change.

Could be targeting them.

All right, let's get out there, people.

Prayer service happening at the
site of the apartment bombing.

He could attack there too.

Yeah, he could do the same thing there.

That would indicate
a community engaged, Andrea?

It does, it does.

Maggie, hi.

Hey, I think Lawrence
is gonna hit the summit.

It was planned yesterday. It's indoors.

It's filled with minority leaders.

Kristen is speaking there.

Okay, we'll deal with Lawrence.

Come on, we got to play this guy.

Jubal, I can't really talk right now.

The bomb is there! Clear the hall!

I can try, but I...

No, it's that or find the bomb, Kristen.

Okay.

Excuse me, sir?

If we could just circle back for a second

to what's happening right now:

prayer vigils, demonstrations,

are these effective measures
towards solutions?

You know, we can only hope
to help these people

if we're willing to be honest
about root causes.

That's just code
for racist victim-blaming.

Systemic, institutionalized
racism is the real...

Sorry, I have to cut you off right here.

We're gonna go now live
to that summit in the Bronx

where they are evacuating that building.

Okay, all right, excuse me,
excuse me, ma'am.

- Bomb!
- Bomb!

Okay.

What exactly are you accusing me of?

Conspiracy to commit murder.

Conspiracy to commit a hate crime.

Conspiracy, which means you have no proof

that I actually did anything.

Or we do, and it turns out

you're the one that can't
handle uncomfortable truths.

I think I'd like to call my lawyer.

You should.

My phone is in that bag.

Can I reach in and get it
without you shooting me?

I'll take that as a yes.

Oh, I do have to get the number.

Hello?

Hello?

You know, the most
pathetic part about this

wasn't you thinking you outsmarted us.

It was the joy in your face
imagining all those people dying.

Do you know what you made possible
that is good for our country?

This.

Hey, so you guys got Lawrence processed?

Fingerprinted, photographed,
and into a prison jumpsuit.

What'd he have to say for himself?

For the first time, nothing.

Tough 48 hours but the right result.

Kidnapping in Battery Park.

Good work.

When I said I was willing to help, I...

I told you I'd let you know.

And I did.

All you need is a ride?

For now.

Okay.

Would you like to sign in and
leave a note for the family?

No, thank you.

Heavenly Father,
we thank you for this day

as we come to say farewell
to this young boy.

We pray, O, God,
that you comfort this family.