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- Got your phone charger?
- Yeah.

- You got your phone?
- Yep.

I've been livegramming my trip
since we left the house.

Okay, so you'll text me as
soon as you get there, right?

Yes.

That's after you call
your grandma and your grandpa.

To make sure
that they've arrived.

Dad, don't worry.

And then,
you text me every day

and you FaceTime me
every other day.

Yeah. I promise.

Hey.

You're gonna have
an amazing time.

Can't wait
for you to come back

and show me everything
you learned.

[soft sentimental music]

♪ ♪

- I love you.
- I love you too.

Thanks for letting me go.

♪ ♪

We ready?

You have your passport
and your boarding pass?

Yeah.

This way, sweetie.

You--you okay?

I will be.

If I retire, who's gonna
take care of you here?

Didn't your youngest
just have another baby?

Which is exactly
why I'm never retiring.

It's more fun babysitting
you all than my grandkids.

At least you stay put
where I tell you to.

You let that guy
have my seat.

He's a paying customer
just like you are, honey.

Well, at least he's a fish.
I've been drawing dead all day.

[ominous music]

You want to play now,
or wait for blinds?

♪ ♪

[screaming]

Table six.
We got a fire.

And there's a bomber
on the main floor.

[screaming]

Run! Everybody out!

Drop it!

[glass shatters]

[screaming]

Hands up!
Put down the backpack!

[gunshots]

[screaming]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Three hours ago,
New York resident Binh Dao

crossed state lines to attack
Mapleton Casino in Connecticut,

killing one security guard

and leaving behind
two burn victims:

Lauren Williams,
poker dealer,

and another guard
who tried to stop him.

But he didn't try
to conceal his face,

so we were able
to get a quick ID.

Okay, thank you.

Okay.
So I checked with TEDAC.

So far, Dao's bombing MO
seems unique.

They haven't flagged
any similar signatures.

What type of bomb
did he use?

It was a homemade device,
like a Molotov cocktail,

containing a crude version
of napalm.

That's what burned the dealer
and the guard.

It's nasty stuff.
They call it liquid fire.

You put water on it,
it just spreads.

You need to smother it
to put it out.

We used napalm against
civilians in the Vietnam War.

The fugitive is Vietnamese.

It could be some sort of
terrorist angle at play.

Except
he's Vietnamese-American.

He immigrated here in 1988,
when he was two,

with his single mom.

A few years later,
she married his stepdad,

Ken Weldon.

Our fugitive grew up here.

He's never been back
to Vietnam.

He joined the marines
after college

and did two tours
in Afghanistan.

Left the marines a year ago,

moved back in
with his parents in Medford.

Personnel file shows
he left the marines

under a general discharge,

not the usual
honorable discharge.

Well,
it's a general discharge

under honorable conditions,

so that could really
mean anything.

Could mean even something
as innocuous

as being too overweight
for duty, so...

Between his stint
in the marines

and the fact that
he immigrated from Vietnam,

the choice of napalm
feels intentional,

maybe even political.

But why choose a casino
as a target?

Well, that's a good question.

I just ran
Binh's email address

and scraped through
his social media accounts.

Up until four months ago, he
was posting couple-y pictures

with this woman,
Linda Pham.

She runs a Vietnamese
restaurant in Edison.

Well, four months ago?

I mean, Linda sounds like an ex
who might know where he is.

Ortiz, Barnes, head to Jersey
and talk to the ex.

Kristin and I will pay
Binh's mom and stepdad a visit.

Somehow I doubt
it was a weight problem

that got this guy discharged
from the marines.

[phone buzzes, dings]

That from Tali?

Uh, yeah.

- She arrive safely?
- Yeah.

She's with
her grandparents now.

They're heading to her dorm
to see her room,

so she seems happy.

She's gonna be fine, Jess.

Actually,
she'll be better than fine.

She's gonna thrive.

Yeah. Thanks.

His room is right in here.

He went to work this morning
all normal.

I'm so worried.
Is my son safe?

Well, at the moment,
our priority is

keeping the public safe
from him, actually.

Did he take his own car
to work this morning?

Yes.

We're gonna need
the make, model, and color.

Those are some
pretty tight corners.

He learn that
in the military?

No, I make his bed every day.

I like to keep things neat
for him.

That's Thuy and Binh, right
when they came here in 1988.

- You guys were close?
- Very.

My son is a good boy.

He's been living with us
while he get back on his feet.

Does Binh have a computer?

We looked at it
right after you guys called,

just to see
if there was anything.

- Can we see it, please?
- Sure.

Do you know where
your stepson might be headed?

He's my son.

I helped raise him
from when he was six years old.

You all right?
- Ah.

But no. He's not at work and
he's not answering his phone.

Any idea why he would
attack Mapleton Casino?

No. We went there
two, maybe three times

when he was a young boy.

You two enjoy gambling?

Mapleton is also a hotel.

Back then, it was a little
vacation we could afford.

We're not gamblers.
We're a family of marines.

You were in the service
as well?

Yeah.
Discipline is a virtue.

So people with addictions get
weeded out quickly, you know?

You mind telling us why Binh
left under general discharge?

What happened?
- Nothing happened.

We taught Binh
to do the best he can.

That's what he did.

I'm proud of him.
Right, honey?

I'm proud of her too.

She works very, very hard
for every cent that she earns.

I'm a house cleaner.
I don't mind the work.

But after 25 years,
I need back surgery.

The surgery was supposed
to be today, but...

The hospital postponed it.

They said they were backlogged
from COVID,

that they had to prioritize
more urgent procedures.

Do you recognize this woman?

She's a dealer at Mapleton.

Surveillance cams have

Binh heading straight
towards her table.

No.

No. Never seen her before.

Seem off to you?

[sighs]
It's hard to tell.

Though it is strange
that Binh didn't have

any marine paraphernalia
in his room

if they're so proud
of their service.

Well, it could be self-hate,

Binh serving
in the same military

that fought a war
against his country.

He's ashamed,
so he's lashing out.

Except he wasn't even alive
when that happened.

And why the casino?

Symbol of American excess?

I'll have Hana
check his computer,

see if we can find
some answers.

How long
did you and Binh date?

About seven months.

We met on eHarmony.
I have a little boy.

I don't have time
to mess around on Tinder,

and neither did he.

Binh's a very serious person.

Is that why the two of you
hit it off?

He gets it.

He was raised
by a single mom too,

back in Vietnam, then here.

His mom didn't get married
until after they had been

in the States
for a few years.

[speaks Vietnamese]

Why did you and Binh
break up?

We realized it was more
of a partnership than romance.

So have you kept in touch
with him since?

Definitely.
Binh's a good guy.

He babysits for me
when it gets busy here.

You trust Binh
with your son?

He's the only male role model
my son's got.

Binh's a hero.

He had a good friend
in the marines.

The guy died in his arms.
Shot in the chest.

He tried to save him, but...

Is that why
Binh left the marines?

No.
That's what I mean.

Other guys wouldn't be able
to handle something like that.

Binh?
Binh didn't let it mess him up.

He kept it all
bottled up inside?

And you say that
like it's a bad thing.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

It's how we're raised.

We keep our head down.

We do what we have to do
to survive.

And look at where we are now.

I trust Binh with my son.

With my life.

You guys must have ID'd
the wrong guy.

Not all Asians look alike,
you know.

Excuse me.

Elyse.

[chuckles] Here.
Let me help you with that.

Oh, oh, oh.

Binh, you are always so sweet.

Thank you.

Whew!
- Here. Let me.

[exhales]

I--I--I thought
you had today off,

to take your mom
to the doctor.

Nice of you to remember.

[chuckles]
Here. Get in.

Aw! Thank you.

[grunts]
My God.

My feet are killing me.

Susie was supervising today.

Oh, my God, that woman
has no idea what she's doing.

Had me all over that store.

[sighs]

I didn't know
you were a smoker.

You know,
it's very bad for you.

And you always know
what's right for other people,

don't you?

Excuse me?

[coughs]
What's that smell?

Huh?

Binh.
[coughs]

Wait.
[coughing]

Binh, what are you doing?
Stop.

You always seem so eager
to offer your advice

and help, huh?
- I can't breathe.

Well, I made you
a little something

to help you
for all you've done for us.

[wheezes]
Can't breathe.

[banging on car window]

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

[police radio chatter]

The prints on
the napalm device match Binh's.

He must have waited for her
to finish her shift,

and then ambushed her.

So he used napalm again,

but no explosions,
no fire.

It was contained
to the back seat?

Napalm needs oxygen to burn,

and then, in return,
it puts out carbon monoxide.

Once all the oxygen
was sucked out...

The napalm burned itself out.

So Elyse was suffocated.

Slowly and painfully.

...Harm your mother.

Don't know.

- Is that one of our witnesses?
- Yes.

Our victim's son,
Aaron Tooms.

There were no other witnesses,
and the cameras

don't cover this far back
in the parking lot.

If Binh worked here,
he would have known that.

Let's see what this guy knows.

- I have nothing to tell you--
- Mr. Tooms.

I'm Agent LaCroix.
This is Agent Gaines.

We're sorry for your loss.

Detectives told me
you already know who did this?

Was it really Binh?

We'll take it from here.
Thank you.

You know him?

Not anymore.
Not since third grade.

Did your mother know him?

Yeah.
I live in D.C. now.

Mom called me up
about a year ago.

She said Binh had moved
back to town, needed a job.

She put in a good word for him
with her supervisor here.

If she went out
on a limb for him,

that would suggest
that you two were good friends.

Back in grade school.

I was the only kid who didn't
tease him for talking funny.

My mom would even
let me invite him

to sleepovers,
birthday parties.

Let you?

Did she have a problem
with you two being friends?

No way.
We were nice to him.

To him and his mom.

Their first few years
in the U.S.?

Yeah.
They barely spoke any English,

but Mom would still
invite Mrs. Dao

to St. Michael's
every Sunday.

Mom's the one who told Mrs. Dao
she needed to get a job.

She even recommended her
to our church buddies,

just like she recommended Binh
for this job.

Binh was lucky to know us.

Why would he do this to my mom?

Binh's laptop is clean.

Nothing to suggest that
he's fighting for any cause.

Unless his parents
deleted it.

I don't know.
I don't think it's political.

Binh had a grudge
against this woman.

He knows her well,
and he wants her to suffer.

According to his ex,
Binh's a kind and loving man,

a strong father figure.

She describes him
as a war hero in Afghanistan.

And now, that hero
is pushing carts

at a big box store
in No Town, Suburbia.

It's a long fall.

And he's working that job

thanks to his latest victim,
Elyse Tooms.

What I would love to know
is if Binh kept in touch

with any of his marine buddies.

I put together a list

of all the guys
that were on tour with him.

Now, they're spread all over,
but this guy, Jared Johns,

he works security
at a parking garage in Newark.

All right, Hana,
let's go check it out.

Rest of you, keep digging
into those other names.

I barely knew Binh,
all right?

He wasn't my kind of guy.
He was a mama's boy.

- How so?
- Some guys get snacks

or porn
in their care packages,

but Binh's mom sent him books
and puzzles and underwear.

A grown man wearing boxers
his mama picked out--

it was embarrassing.

Anybody else
feel the same way?

Hell yeah.
It wasn't just me.

And I know what you thinking,

but we never bullied him
or pulled a code red.

This wasn't "A Few Good Men."

Binh made an easy target
of himself.

He had a chip
on his shoulder.

Why is that?

I don't know.

Maybe it's 'cause he was
this short, shrimpy dude

always trying
to prove himself.

Sounds like bullying to me.

Playing into the stereotype
that Asian men

are weak and effeminate?

I can't control
what people think.

The guy just never fit in.

At least one of the men
in your unit was close to Binh.

His ex-girlfriend told us
a friend of his died

by his side
in Afghanistan.

You mean Elkot?

He didn't get killed
while we were being deployed.

He didn't even see any action.

He died on a base
in California.

What happened?

Training accident.

We were doing
a dry fire exercise,

and Elkot didn't
have his vest on.

He got hit in the chest
with a live round.

Binh was there,
but it was too late.

Died on the spot.

Was Binh upset by that?

We all were.

But--but the rest of us
dealt with it.

The reality is, if Elkot
had been wearing his vest

like he was supposed to,
he wouldn't have died.

[ominous music]

[breathing heavily]

If I charge, follow me.

If I retreat, kill me.

If I die, avenge me.

Without honor, we are nothing.

♪ ♪

[gun clicks]

The marine who died
at Binh's side,

his name's Elkot Thompson.

And he wasn't shot in Kabul.

He died stateside
at Camp Pendleton.

In training,
not a combat casualty.

Okay, hang on, I'm pulling up
a few news articles.

So this happened
in August 2020.

That's four months
before Binh was discharged.

Mr. Johns said Binh and
this guy weren't close friends.

They were just
two junior officers

who decided
to bunk together.

Why would he lie
to his girlfriend

and make it sound like
his best friend died in combat?

To make himself seem heroic?

He grows up here,

scrawny kid,
still learning English.

Maybe his stepdad pushes him
to enlist in the marines.

And he gets there,
only to be bullied again.

And when he gets out,
an elderly woman's charity

gets him a job he hates.

After a lifetime of feeling
small, Binh's had enough.

He's showing everybody
how big he can be.

[line beeps]

[soft dramatic music]

Why'd you do it?

♪ ♪

Son.
How did you get in?

Did you think
I wouldn't find out?

Binh, put the gun down.
Your mother's in the house.

How could you do this
to your own family?

How could you do this to her?

You know that
I love your mother more

than anyone else in the world.
- No, I don't believe you!

Not anymore!

Huh? Why?

Binh?

Binh, what are you doing?

Mom, go upstairs.
Let me handle this.

Where have you been?
They say you killed two people.

It can't be.

I had to stick up
for our family.

Somebody has to!
- What are you talking about?

- Nothing. It's nothing.
- It's not nothing!

Binh, stop! Why do you want
to hurt your father?

He loves you.
- [scoffs]

No, he doesn't.
- Yes, I do, Binh.

No, you don't!

Listen to me.
You have to turn yourself in.

- No.
- Get your hands off of her!

Binh, please.
I'm calling the FBI.

I'll be right there with you.
- Don't do that.

She doesn't get it.

You lost the right to tell us
what to do.

She doesn't understand.

You have to leave.

- Stop it. Stop.
- You've gotta leave!

Binh, don't go!
No! Please!

Binh, please don't go!
- Give me the phone.

- Binh!
- Thuy.

You called us
as soon as he left.

Yes, right away.

Did he tell you
where he was going?

No.

He's not in his right mind.

[door closes ]

He snuck in
through the basement door.

Local PD's set up a perimeter

and they're looking
for his car.

What did you do to him?

He tried to shoot Ken.

You must have done something
to hurt him.

Tell me. He's my son!

He's our son.

And I wouldn't do anything
to hurt him.

And I wouldn't do anything
to hurt you either, honey.

I love you.

Would you please
come with me, Mrs. Dao?

If you don't mind.

Concealing information about
your son is not gonna help him,

especially if you want us
to bring him in alive.

I understand.

What I'm about to share
with you,

you have to promise me
you'll never tell my wife.

Please.
It'll destroy her if she knew.

Were you having an affair
with Lauren Williams?

Is that why he went after her
and came here to confront you?

You mean the poker dealer
you showed me?

That's not it at all.

You both know about
Elkot Thompson, right?

Yes. Your son was there when
he died in a training accident.

It was no accident.

Binh killed him.

Are you saying that the NCIS
investigation was wrong,

or it was a cover-up?

I'm saying there was
no investigation.

It looked like an accident
from the beginning,

so that's how it went down
in the official record.

When Binh came home,
he told me the truth.

He said it weighed
on his conscience.

Well, if Binh killed
a fellow officer,

it was your duty
to turn him in.

Once a marine,
always a marine, right?

"Semper fi" means
"always faithful,"

and I am always faithful--

first to my wife,
and then to my son.

Did Binh tell you
why he killed Thompson?

The guy had it coming.

He used to bunk with Binh.
He saw a family photo.

He used to always say,

"Hey, is your mom
a Vietnamese prostitute?"

Thinking that I picked her up
in the war.

Always making jokes
about my Thuy,

you know, because she married
a guy like me.

And then, one day,
Binh had us on speakerphone,

and you could hear this guy
spouting out his BS.

"Oh, I ruv you rong time."

My poor Thuy
was so embarrassed.

It was disgusting!

I wanted to break his neck.

If the shoe were
on the other foot

and it was me,

I don't know
what I would have done

to shut him the hell up,

so I don't blame my son.

I don't blame him one bit
for losing his cool

on that mouthy, racist SOB.

Not one bit.

Binh went home armed with a
SIG M18, intending to kill Ken,

but not napalm this time.
- Which tracks.

Igniting napalm indoors...
[cell phone trilling]

Could have killed himself
and his mom.

So he wanted to go
after his stepdad

without hurting his mother.

But he backed out,
because he knew killing Ken

was gonna be the thing
that hurt his mother the most.

I mean, I've talked to Thuy.
She's torn up about this.

She loves them both.
- Maybe he didn't.

Maybe Binh didn't like
his mom being with Ken.

Have y'all heard of the MRA?

Stands for Men's Rights Asians.

It's a subreddit group
of Asian men

who feel like they've
been wronged by society.

Yeah, I read that article.

They're especially pissed
that Asian women are valued

and sexualized in a way
that Asian men aren't.

Because the stereotype

is that they're nerdy
and emasculated?

Exactly.
I mean, I've read articles

that show that Asian men
and Black women

have the hardest time
when it comes to online dating.

How do you have so much time
to read with two kids at home?

You're up late,
you get bored.

These guys hate
on interracial relationships

between Asian women
and white men.

But Thuy and Ken
have been together

since Binh was a young boy.

He could have turned on them
more recently,

especially if he was triggered.

Yeah, like finding out

his stepdad was cheating
on his mom.

I get the feeling that
Ken is still hiding something.

That was the burn center
in Norwich.

Lauren, the casino dealer,
is awake.

Ortiz, you're with me.

Thanks for meeting with us.

We'll keep it short
so you can rest.

I'm fine.

The officer you spoke to
earlier said that

you knew the attacker
when he came up to your table?

Yes, I did.

- How do you know Binh?
- I don't.

He's the son
of one of my guys.

One of your guys.
What do you mean by that?

One of my regulars, Ken.

He's so proud of that boy.

He takes every chance he can
to talk about him

and show off his pictures.

He's got a bunch of 'em
on his phone.

So you recognized Binh
from a photograph.

You gotta be sharp and have
sharp eyes to do what I do.

I pay attention to everything,
all the time.

The second before
he threw that bomb,

I knew it was him.

Am I wrong?

Nope, nope.
Actually, you're very right.

Can you confirm that this is
the man you're talking about?

Yeah. That's Ken.

Any chance you had a more
intimate relationship with Ken?

Lord, no.

There has never been
anything between us

but that velvet table.

Ken's been rated at Mapleton
for the last two years,

and stupid enough
to think it's a good thing.

What it means is,
sucker on the floor.

My husband a gambler?

He never said anything.

Are you sure this is true?

Your husband gambled away

your entire family savings
at Mapleton--

your retirement fund,
your savings account,

your checking account,
everything.

And Binh knew about it.

Toll booth cameras flagged him
following your husband

into Mapleton on Sunday.

You and Binh are very close.

It's hard for me to believe
that he sat on this information

for just under a week and
he didn't tell you about it.

No one told me anything.

Not Binh, not my husband.

I should have noticed
something was wrong,

but I was so selfish,

so worried
about my back surgery.

It's not your fault.

Your surgery wasn't pushed
because of the pandemic.

Your husband canceled it
because he gambled away

the money to pay for it.

All of it.

If there's no money,
what will happen to Binh?

Unfortunately,
at this point in time,

Binh has a lot more
to worry about.

And so do you.

You need that back surgery.

I don't care
what happens to me.

I only care what happen
to my son.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

All yours, Mr. Mirica.

See you tomorrow?

Let me get that for you.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[tires screech]

Come on!
[car horn honks]

Learn how to drive!

Oh, here we go.

What the hell's your problem?

You.

Do I know you?

It figures you gotta ask.
Hm?

[glass shatters]

[screaming]

Is the man that
ambushed the SUV?

That looks like him, yeah.

To be honest,
it all happened super fast.

Someone got
the fire extinguisher,

but it didn't work
like we thought it would,

so Jamie--
he's the manager on shift--

he tried to pull Mr. Mirica
out of the car,

but then he burned
his own hands.

Started screaming.

All of us,
we got too scared to touch him.

The car was definitely hit
with a napalm bomb.

A dry chemical extinguisher
might've been able

to put that out, but if there's
any oxygen in the atmosphere,

that thing is burning.

Hey, you did the best
you could.

Good thing
you didn't touch him,

or you'd be suffering
from serious burns too.

Yeah.

Anything else you can tell us
about the victim, Mr. Mirica?

Do you know Tenuto Capital,
the hedge fund?

He was the founder.

He retired a couple years ago,
but ever since,

he's been coming here almost
every day to play tennis.

All right.
Thanks again for your help.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Victim's wife
told the coroner

to send the remains
in a closed casket

to St. Michael's Church
in preparation for services.

- St. Michael's in Medford?
- You know it?

According to the son
of our second victim,

that's the church
Elyse Tooms used to attend,

the one she invited
Thuy to join.

That's Mr. Mirica,
my old boss.

I worked for him and his family
for almost 20 years.

And you were connected to him
through Elyse Tooms, right?

The mother of Binh's
childhood friend?

Yes, they knew each other
from church.

When did you quit working
for Mr. Mirica?

I did not quit.

I asked for time off
for my surgery and recovery.

At first, Mr. Mirica said okay.

But then, Tuesday,
when I went to his house,

he said
I shouldn't come back at all.

So you were fired
for taking time off

for a medical procedure?

He said his family couldn't
go so long without help.

He had to replace me.

Did you tell Binh
what happened?

No. I was ashamed.

I didn't want him
to worry about me.

But he has no reason
to attack your old boss

unless he knew
that you were fired.

You say he's done
these terrible things,

but Binh is my sweet boy.

Binh wants me to work less.

He's the one
who sent me to the doctor

and told me
to get the surgery.

It hurts him
to see you in pain.

Binh always hated
that I clean houses.

He always thought someone like
me should have a better job.

Someone like you?
What do you mean by that?

In Vietnam,
I was a chemical engineer.

I have a PhD in chemistry.

Wow.
You're a U.S. citizen,

so you didn't need
to work a cash gig.

Why didn't you get a job
in your field?

I tried many places.

But back then,
my English was not so good.

The closest I came
was at Brookhaven.

Brookhaven,
the nuclear lab in Upton?

Yes.

That's a top-flight
facilitate.

I had four, five rounds
of interviews.

And why do you think
they didn't hire you?

I was born
in North Vietnam.

They were still suspicious
about the communists.

They refused to give me
the security clearance I needed

to work
at a U.S. national lab.

And that's when you became
a house cleaner.

I spent so much time
chasing that job.

We needed money.

Around that time, Mrs. Tooms,

she taught me an expression
in English.

"Get real."

She said
it would be easier for me

to find a job
like cleaning houses,

something where I did not have
to speak good English.

She has a degree
in engineering?

Not just a degree.
A PhD.

She could have literally
been a rocket scientist.

Instead, she spent
her whole life cleaning houses.

That's so sad.

Yeah, I mean--
just give me a second.

[sighs]

You know, my wife had
a similar problem.

She had a degree in statistics
and spoke three languages,

and still, it took her four
tries to get into Army Intel.

All they saw was
a Native American woman

with dual citizenship.

It's not the same.

I know what you mean.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

Thuy loses her job.

Her husband gambles away
all their money.

She can't get the surgery
she needs.

Most people would be bitter.

I'm bitter.

She just cares about her son.

And you think Binh knew
all about this?

I think so.

Maybe that's his trigger.

Binh isn't going
after people

who bullied him
when he was a kid.

He's killing people
that wronged his mother.

Mrs. Tooms, right,
who told her to get real

and give up on her career
as a scientist.

Even worse, she introduced
Thuy to Bill Mirica,

who ends up discarding her
like she's replaceable.

Binh didn't snap. This has
been a long time coming.

Well, it's kind of like
Thuy's back giving in--

it wasn't one,
single incident

that set Binh off
or caused her injury.

He just got tired
of seeing his mom

enduring a life of pain--

microaggressions,
racists slights.

Brookhaven was
a turning point.

Exactly.

Binh blames the lab
for derailing Thuy's career

and indirectly causing
her health problems.

It's also the reason
she never got a job

with retirement benefits,

so she had to rely on Ken
for that safety net.

Only he lost it all gambling.

So it all goes back
to Brookhaven.

The last target isn't a person.
It's a place.

Okay, all the national labs
have pretty tight security,

so what do you think
he's planning?

Well, we know
he has napalm bombs.

Brookhaven stores
nuclear material, right?

Not an ideal situation.

Kristin, call Brookhaven.

Get them under lockdown
right away.

We need to get moving.
- Well, we should bring Thuy.

If she's the reason
that set him off,

she might be the only person
that can get through to him.

That's a good idea.
Go get her.

Okay.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Lunch hour's over.

Time to head back
to the lab.

- Who the hell are you?
- Don't worry about it.

Just drive.

I said, drive.

[engine starts]

- Officer Bergmann.
- Special Agent Gaines.

We went into lockdown
as soon as you called.

No one's been in or out.

We are prepared
to provide backup,

but if it comes down to it,

our priority is
protecting the lab,

and most importantly,
what's stored here.

[brakes squealing]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

I know the car.
Boris Paulsen.

Mechanical engineer,
building 3A.

He's probably on his way back
from lunch.

♪ ♪

There's somebody else
in the car.

Could be Binh.

Drive.

Drive!
[tires screech]

- Boss, Boss!
- Hana, cover Thuy.

Open the gate!
- Let him through!

Drive.

[gunfire]

Keep going!

I got him.

Keep driving! Faster!

- You're gonna have to pit him.
- Yeah. Hang on.

[engine roars]

[tires screeching]

Ready?
- Yeah.

FBI! Freeze! Freeze!

Stop right there!

Don't move!

You stay in the car.

Binh, listen to me.

It's over, okay?

I don't want to see
anybody else get hurt.

You have explosives
in that bag, right?

Here's what
I'm gonna ask you to do.

I want you to put
the backpack down,

slowly,
on the ground, okay?

Then I want you to put
your hands above your head.

- No!
- Binh, we have your mother.

I have her right here.

- You're lying.
- I'm not lying.

She's in the car.
You want to talk to her?

[car door opens]

- Don't hurt him!
- Okay, stay back. Stay back.

- He won't hurt me.
- It's not safe.

He's my son.
He would never hurt me.

Binh, why are you doing this?

- For you, Mom!
- I never wanted this.

I only wanted you
to be happy and healthy.

What about you?

All my life, I've watched
people treat you like trash.

And you never stick up
for yourself, Mom.

What are you talking about?
We have a good life.

I love you,
and I love your dad.

It's my fault
if I made you feel otherwise.

It's not your fault, Mom!

Why are you always trying
to protect me, huh?

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Don't shoot him!

Binh, do what they say.

Please. For me.
For me and Dad.

Screw Dad!

He lost all our money!

It's only money.
We'll find a way.

We have each other.
We have our family.

No, that's not enough!

You can't--you can't
clean houses forever, Mom.

How are you gonna get the
surgery to fix your back, huh?

We'll find a way
to make it work.

We always do,
no matter how hard it is.

Listen to your mother, Binh.
She'd do anything for you.

It's not a hardship.
That's...

that's just being
a good parent.

A good parent.

Model minority.

Where has that gotten her?

A lifetime stooping over
in a box people put her in

because they didn't see
who she really is.

That's what broke her back.

You see who she is.

And she raised you
to be a better man than this.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

Binh, don't!

You're all I have left.
Please.

You and me, we always
found a way to survive,

the two of us.

But if you do this,
I won't survive.

I can't.

♪ ♪

[sobs softly]

[sobbing]

Binh Dao,
you're under arrest.

Binh, Binh.
[sobbing]

Binh.

Hello?

Hi.

Hey, sis.

What's going on here?

Surprise movie night.

Just like you used
to spring on Tali

when she had a tough day.

Yeah.

You guys really
didn't need to do this.

No, no, no.
This is not optional.

Sit your butt down.
Let's go, big brother.

You got "The Gold Rush"
on DVD.

Even better.
I got it on streaming.

- Oh, okay.
- Very impressive.

And I've planned it
so the pizza gets here

halfway through.

And best of all...

- Thank you.
- No curfew.

- Mm-hmm.
- [chuckles]

Hey. This okay?

Yeah.
This is good.

You two can enjoy your
newfound privacy after I leave.

- You want some of this?
- No.

Mmm.

Did anybody get the remote?

Fine.
I'll get it.

Thank you, Louise.

It's gonna be okay.

Okay. We ready?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yep.

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

[sentimental music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]