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FREDDY: Come on.

Just one more drink.

No more drinks, Freddy.

Just one more.

It's 2:00 in the morning.
Time to go.

Come on. Keep walking.
Straight line.

I want tacos.

No, no, I want pizza.
Wait. Taco pi--

yeah, taco pizza.
That's my thing.

How about a gallon of
water and some sleep?

Wait, sleep?

Hey, watch out.

Are-are you all right?

Hey, buddy, are you okay?

Are you o...?

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Oh, come on,
of course I want to.

Yeah, it's just, it's more
complicated than that.

Yeah, I don't know how long
I'm gonna be in D.C.

Yeah, when I can, I will.

Look, it's just too early
for this fight, okay?

I'm at work. I got to go.

Hey, everything okay?

Apparently not.

Oh. I'd say it was

a good morning, but 7:00 a.m.'s

too early to deal
with this kind of tragedy.

Yeah, we would have been on the scene
sooner, but the bomb squad

needed more time to do
a full sweep of the area.

I'm grateful for that,
considering the condition

of our two victims.
- Yeah.

Uh, driver was a Paul Franka,

and the bystander was
Seaman Kyle Jones.

I haven't ascertained

who's who yet.
- Shrapnel cause of death?

Shrapnel may have caused
the condition of the bodies,

but they were so close,

the shockwave likely
liquefied their insides.

Instantly killing
them, yes.

What do we know
about the devices?

Well, I'm about to try to get

a chemical signature,
but considering

the blast radius...

Probably high explosives.

TNT. Maybe RDX.

Yeah, I'm seeing, uh,

scrap metal, bolts, nails.

Was a homemade device?

Courtesy of your local
hardware shop, yeah.

But we did manage to find this.

Remote detonator?

- Actually, it's a timer.
- So it was supposed to go off

in the French Quarter
at 2:00 in the morning?

No, the bomb squad says
that the blasting cap

jammed and malfunctioned
when the cars crashed.

The timer failed.

It suggests our sailor died
by accident.

So, then, where was the bomb
supposed to go off?

And was Paul Franka the
target or the suspect?

Paul Franka was
a graduate student in sociology

at Baronne University.

Worked nights at the library
and coached intramural soccer.

- Personal life?
- According to his parents,

he was well liked,
had lots of friends.

Even hosted game night
at his place on Mondays.

Doesn't fit the profile

of a bombing suspect.
- He did break up

with his girlfriend
here recently, but...

that's about as much drama
as he ever had.

Till this morning, of course.

Well, if the Southeast SAC

is here, I'm guessing D.C.'s

treating this as terrorism?
- Not yet. But a massive explosion

in the French Quarter did pique
their interest, and mine.

Any chatter that
might give us a hint

as to where this bomb
was supposed to go off?

FBI and ATF
are coordinating an Intel sweep,

focusing on Paul Franka

to begin with.
- Well, Franka's been out of town

the past few days
visiting family.

Device could have been planted
without his knowledge.

Nice "welcome home" present.

Personally, I
prefer a handshake.

You know, I scoured
Franka's social media.

Turns out he's not
as squeaky clean as he looks.

He's a member
of something called the S.A.O.

Students Against Oppression.

It's a protest group
out of the university.

That's right. They
sneak into government events

and corporate gatherings,
and they stage

elaborate demonstrations
to disrupt and create chaos.

More nuanced
than that.

S.A.O. tries to
shine a light on...

government overreach,
corporate hypocrisy.

Hmm. You know them?

Bernadine Caldwell,

the professor who founded
the group, is an old friend.

Social justice is

her bread and butter.

Doesn't seem
like social justice.

Seems like mayhem.

I don't endorse
their methods,

- but they're not violent.
- Well, maybe not,

but one of their members
blew up this morning.

It might be worth
asking the group about.

Mind if I talk to 'em?

Bernadine...

she can get a little cagey
around cops.

Always knew the feds would try

to find an excuse
to take us down.

Yeah.

I'm not trying to
take anyone down.

Found out
we were demonstrating

at the pharmaceutical conference

in town today, right?

Bought and paid for,

thanks to corporate America.

Yeah!

O-Okay,

o-okay, settle down.

You want to help me out here?

I spent my career teaching
the First Amendment, Dwayne.

I love to see it in action.

I'm not here about
your protest.

- I'm here about Paul Franka.
- Picking away at us

one by one?

We won't help you harass him.

Well, you don't need to.

'Cause he died this morning.

What?

The explosion?

Yeah.

Okay, Dwayne,

no matter what is said
about S.A.O.,

we are rational, not radical.

No one here would have the
slightest interest in violence.

No one here?

Bernadine,
this isn't

about protecting
the First Amendment.

Two people are dead,

including your student.

Yasmin Hendricks.

Member of your group?

Former member.

And...

Paul's ex-girlfriend.

All right, so,
what happened?

Yasmin's philosophy

didn't match ours.

Group voted her out.

- Her philosophy being...?
- There it is.

Muslim woman,

so clearly she's radicalized?

Look, this is the first
I'm hearing anything

about Yasmin.
I'm not jumping

to conclusions.
- Of course

you're not, Dwayne,
but understand

this is sensitive.
- Sure.

But I still need to know
everything you do about Yasmin.

Starting with where she lives.

If we hadn't already searched

Yasmin's apartment, I'd guess
that she lived in her car.

You remember
college life.

Maintenance was
a low priority.

Not for me--

I was going through
an OCD phase.

I was going through
a more OCD phase.

There's nothing in this car.
Check the trunk.

Hey, what do you know about
Hannah's personal life?

About as much as I know
about Yasmin's-- nothing.

Overheard
a phone call.

I think she's got an ex;
pretty sure he lives here.

Okay, cool.

Whoever she was talking to,
she lied

about living in New Orleans.
- You know what I think?

- Hmm?
- Why don't we save

the profiling for Yasmin,

and we just give
our boss her space.

- That's no fun.
- Okay, fine.

Help me with the spare.

Okay.

Look at this.
We got... we got wire,

crimping tools...

Empty cell phone boxes.

Okay, I'm gonna run a chem test.
Five empty

cell phone boxes
and plenty of wire.

Yeah, and this trunk
is giving off

the same signature as the bomb.

Means there could be
more devices.

Four more, to be exact.

Federal agents.
Get on the ground.

I don't think so.

Get down now.

Seriously.
Shoot me or arrest me.

I'm not ruining this outfit.

We got the possibility
of four explosive devices

in New Orleans, and
they could go off at any time.

Yeah, chemical signature
confirms

TNT, probably enough
to kill dozens, maybe more.

And only one person can tell us
where the devices are

and when they'll go off.
- Yasmin Hendricks.

She had the bomb-making
materials in her car,

but it was almost like she was

expecting us
when we grabbed her.

Two people are already dead,
including her ex-boyfriend.

I'm doing
a background search now.

Have a detailed report
within the hour.

We don't have
time to wait.

NOPD, ATF, and FBI

have bomb squads combing
the city, but...

every second that passes
could mean catastrophe.

I've got what's left
of the first device in my office.

I'll see if I can't get
any more evidence.

We got to get Yasmin
to talk, and fast.

Obviously, you've got
the most experience

with interrogation, Hannah,

so whatever you need.
- I need to find

pressure points
and press them hard.

I need information
as quickly as it comes in.

Okay, well, we're
way ahead of you there.

We will watch from
observation and feed you

what we can, when we can.

This girl's ice cold.
It's not gonna be an easy interview.

They all start hard,
but I break 'em all

the same way.

What way is that?

Let them do the work.

Hey there. I'm Hannah.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

You all right?

Want to take
those heels off?

Hurts my feet
just looking at 'em.

I need to know the time.

Time to answer
some questions, hmm?

First your name, date of birth,
city you were born in.

Yasmin Hendricks.
February 10, 1999.

Dover, Delaware.

Why don't I take
those cuffs off, huh?

You're not going anywhere.

Why don't you tell me

in as much detail
as you can...

about your dream house?

- My...?
- Dream house, yeah.

Everyone's got one.

I'm not sure we have time for
the "get to know you" questions.

She's establishing
a baseline.

Wants to see the difference
between answering

a question about facts
and make-believe.

Like a human lie detector test.

Craftsman style.

But with bigger rooms.

Filled with
sun and books.

Far away from other people.

Even people like Paul Franka?

I know you two broke up,
but you must have

some feelings about his death.

He broke up with me in his car
while he was getting gas.

Which I paid for.

The world's better off.

Is that why I'm here?

To mourn him?

Yasmin, you know
why you're here.

You're connected to the bomb
that killed Paul and a sailor.

And you as much as admitted that
there's four more just like it.

Maybe it hasn't
kicked in yet...

...the reality
of killing someone?

You tell me.

You work for a government
that colonizes other cultures

using bombs,
bullets, and blood.

I don't see it that way.

Proud of the blood
on your hands?

People in the service see
themselves as sheepdogs.

Friendly, peaceful, loyal.

That is, until someone
threatens our flock.

Then we go
to whatever means necessary

to neutralize that threat.

So you're a dog?

Paul Franka used to be
one of your flock.

This morning

his body was
ripped apart.

How does that make
you feel, Yasmin?

It's in my blood to put
my beliefs to the test.

My father was a freedom fighter
and a martyr.

He gave up everything, even me,

to carry on
the struggle.

You see yourself as a pet?

Well, my father was
a lion of God.

You want some tea?

I'm gonna make you some tea.

That was impressive.

Thanks, but I am flying
by the seat of my pants.

Usually, I have a full workup

before I run an approach on
a subject. We got nothing.

Yeah, but you got her talking. Why did
you leave when she was on a roll?

She straightened her clothes when
I asked her about her father.

- It's a tell.
- Yeah.

Just like
the clothes themselves.

- Mm-hmm.
- Her suit costs more

than her car.

She came in armor, like she knew

she was gonna be arrested.
She's putting on a show.

Until I have a full background,
I can't play the game.

I bluff, I lose, she shuts down.

Well, lucky for you,
Lasalle put together

Yasmin's family history.
I might have a lead, too.

Got partial prints on the pieces of
the bomb that survived the explosion.

I've got them in a tent
with vaporizing glue right now.

May have Yasmin dead to rights.

Well, it doesn't stop the other
devices from going off.

We need as much leverage on her
as we can get.

I'm gonna go back,
speak to Bernadine one-on-one.

Maybe she can help.

I thought my parents

screwed me up.
This girl is next level.

What kind of father would
radicalize his own daughter?

I'm not sure
that he did.

I thought there would be tea.

Yeah, it's steeping.

You really should
show me more respect.

Humiliation leads
to escalation.

Where did you read that?

My father taught it to me.

My father taught me what to do
when I was happy and I knew it.

Why'd Dad leave you?

He was a martyr and a hero.

He had to make sacrifices.

But you were the most important
thing in his life.

His only child.

We will finally know peace

when we are no longer
a collection of states

but one world all united
under the rules of Allah.

Ashadu an la ilaha Illa
Illa-ilah,

wa ashadu Anna Muhammadan
rasul ullah.

- The Shahada.
- Hmm.

You're Muslim.

But your father is not.

He's Unitarian. He's not
a martyr for the cause at all.

He's a chemist
in suburban Cleveland.

Anything you learned
about Islam

you learned from your mother
or the Internet,

'cause Dad left
before you were two.

Mom owns a retail store
in West Texas,

and considering that she's
eating-- what is that--

pork ribs and rocking a
bedazzled shirt without a hijab,

I'm guessing that she didn't
teach you about Qutb.

Well, then.

I guess you know everything
there is to know about me.

Now will you tell me the time?

There's enough time
to stop all of this.

Where are the devices, hmm?
How long do we have?

Who knows for sure?

Could be two hours,
could be two minutes.

I understand.

You want to invent
a better father

than the one
that gave you up.

It is really hard
when a parent

withholds love. It's even harder
when they both do.

They sent you
to boarding school

in New Hampshire
when you were 12 years old.

Our house burned down.

Mom moved in with relatives,

and there wasn't much room.

Yeah, but New Hampshire's
really far from West Texas.

I'm guessing there were
closer schools.

- I could take care of myself.
- Oh, I don't doubt it, Yasmin,

but let's be real:
rejection is a trigger for you.

It's not ideals.
You don't give a crap

about the struggle.

You want acceptance.

I don't need anyone.

I'm guessing you didn't
find your people

at boarding school, huh?

It's hard to be alone.
I get it.

Then you went to college...
and found the S.A.O.

And then there was
Professor Caldwell.

Let's talk about her.

Kids come to college

to figure out who they are.

A lot think I'm the key
to their reinvention.

That was Yasmin?

One of the many who
think I have the answers.

She joined S.A.O.

But we didn't have
too much contact.

Bernadine, when we worked
relief after Katrina,

we spent a lot of time together.

Hard times, Dwayne.

Got to know each other
pretty well.

You only ever reach for that
inhaler when you're stressed.

One of my students is dead.

Probably killed by another of my
students, so yeah, I'm stressed.

A lot more people could die.

Unless you're honest with me.

I could tell Yasmin was wounded.

There was a darkness in her
that I recognized,

and I thought I could help her.

She pretended
like she knew me.

So kind, so interested.

She cooked me dinner
at her house.

Gave me books to read.

Said she wanted to be my mentor.

I believed her.

I brought her into the group.

Thought working for
a brighter future

would lighten her darkness.

Give her purpose.

Well, I was wrong.

She didn't want to be
a part of something?

Oh, she wanted to
possess it completely.

I'm gonna need you
to be explicit.

We're a protest
group, all right?

We shine a light on the
injustice of the system.

She had a different agenda.
A more aggressive agenda.

She wanted to burn
the system down.

- She said that to you?
- Yeah, she said it.

She wrote it.
I saved her e-mails.

I need to see those.

Yeah.

It must have felt amazing,

to be alone all your life

and then suddenly be a part
of something bigger.

I was always destined
to be something bigger.

Bernadine just helped me
see what it was.

Yeah, she gave you a cause.

A system of beliefs,
a social group.

Then she suddenly took it away.

Just like that. No more group.

No more boyfriend,
no more Bernadine.

I couldn't say.

Someone finally looked at you,

really saw you,
and hated what you were.

Bernadine couldn't handle
what I am.

She thought
that she could use me.

- They all did.
- Use you how?

In what way?

Did it have something to do
with the explosive devices?

I could really use that tea.

My associate's bringing it
right now.

How's it going in there?

Hannah's established a rapport,
but Yasmin keeps shutting down.

You're making tea?

Yeah, it's what Hannah wants.

Not quite following
her strategy yet.

The time pressure's
hurting the process.

I got something.

Hit on the fingerprint
from the bomb shrapnel.

Who does it belong to,
Sebastian?

A fugitive wanted for a bombing
in Seattle 20 years ago.

Some protest over the W.T.O.

Yasmin was an infant then.

I remember reading
about this.

Suspect was a member of
a radical environmental group.

Yeah, well, the pipe bomb
she set killed two people,

wounded six others.
- FBI's been after her

for years,
but then she just disappeared,

never heard from her again.

- Until today.
- You get a positive I.D.?

Uh, no other hits
off the fingerprints,

but I was able
to clarify the photo.

That's Bernadine Caldwell.

I'll alert King now.

I don't understand.

I had a whole file
of Yasmin's e-mails.

They got to be here somewhere.

I'm usually very organized.

Maybe I archived them.

I'm sorry, Dwayne.

Take your time.

Maybe, while you're at it,

we can have a more candid
conversation about your past.

I really am very sorry, Dwayne.

But I'm gonna need you
to get on your knees.

Bernadine,

what are you doing?
- I mean it, Dwayne.

Get on your knees
or I will hurt you.

Like the two people in Seattle?

That was an accident.

I was trying to destroy
a chemical truck.

I didn't know
the drivers were there.

What about the bomb
this morning?

Two more dead.

We found your fingerprint
on the device.

- That's impossible.
- Okay.

Let's talk about it.

First, you need
to lower the gun.

- You're not listening, Dwayne.
- I'm leaving.

And you are
staying here

one way or another.

You're not gonna
shoot me, Bernadine.

Today is not my day to die.

I made a mistake.

I was a kid,
and I deserve some grace.

Maybe you can have it

by helping me find

the four other bombs
in the city.

By saving lives.

- I don't know anything.
- You know Yasmin.

I need your help.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun now.

We can work this out.

I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

I am so sorry.

It's 12:05.

It's been over ten hours
since the first bomb went off.

We could already
be out of time.

Pride is bringing
Bernadine back.

She claims she had nothing
to do with the bomb.

Her history and evidence
says different.

Maybe she and Yasmin
were working together.

Well, so who's the
mastermind here?

The former radical
or her protégé?

We're no closer to an answer.

We don't even know where
the other four bombs might be.

Only way to figure that out
is to get one of 'em to talk.

Yeah, classic
prisoner's dilemma.

First one to talk gets the deal.

- Need to motivate Yasmin.
- Yeah. Get her off her game.

Mm-hmm, and out of her armor.

Turn off the plasma

and everything
with a clock on it.

When Pride gets here,
keep 'em here.

What are you thinking?

Gonna stage a meet-cute.

What the hell?

Come on!

Do you know how expensive
this outfit was?

- This is great. I'll go get her.
- Wait.

Hey!
Give her a minute.

Hey! Let me out!

Hey, let me...

Hey!

Let me out.

Oh, my God, I am so, so sorry.
You are soaked.

Is this some kind of trick?

No, it's a complete malfunction
of the sprinkler system.

This was the only room affected.

Come on, let-let's get
you some dry clothes.

Come on.

I have some sweats
by my desk.

Yasmin?

What happened to you?

Why are you here?

You two shouldn't be talking.

Bernadine...
I'll take her up

to the conference room
for the rest of her statement.

These'll fit you
just fine.

You can change

in the bathroom.

Think this'll work?

No idea. We just can't
sit around here waiting.

FBI tip line's been
ringing off the hook

with suspicious packages
all over town.

Well, let's go follow up
on some tips. You want in?

No, I'm gonna stay
and watch the interrogations.

One of them spills,
I'll let you know.

Oh, God.

Better now?

I will be when
you tell me the time.

Oh, we're not playing
that game anymore, Yasmin.

Countdown's on you.

Bernadine's already talking.

You can't trust
anything she says.

We may not have a choice,
since you won't speak.

She can spin any tale she wants.

She's gonna put the blame on me
when it all falls on her.

Meaning what? She's responsible
for the explosives?

For killing Paul?

She using you,
Yasmin?

Did she convince you
to be her accomplice?

If that's true,

why are you protecting her?

She's gonna walk out of here
and you're gonna go to prison.

Now who's
playing games?

Yasmin, this is
your reality now.

What are you gonna do?

I'm not involved here.
I didn't set any bombs.

I tried to distance
myself from Yasmin.

We got your fingerprint on
the device. How'd that happen?

She found something
that she knew I touched

and she managed
to transfer the print.

Really?

She's capable of a lot worse.
You do not know her.

That's right. We don't.

Dwayne, I spent my entire life

trying to make up
for what I did.

Teaching my students
that you can protest

what is wrong with the world
peacefully.

Well, that loses
a bit of its impact

coming from a killer on the run.

It's the truth.

Dwayne, you know me.
You know my passion.

Now you know why.

Guilt.

Yeah.

Wh-When I realized

that Yasmin wanted to hurt
people, I tried to stop her.

How'd you know
she wanted to hurt people?

Paul discovered that-that
she was researching

how to build bombs,
where to buy the components.

I confronted her. She said that
it was for our next protest.

At the pharmaceutical conference

happening today?
- Yeah.

And you didn't call the police.

I sat down with her,
away from school.

I-I took her to the zoo,

which was someplace public.

I told her she was out of S.A.O.

and I tried to explain to her
that violence was not the answer

and we couldn't be affiliated.

And how did she react?

In a rage. She said that
she was gonna go forward

with that plan
no matter what I did.

- And you still didn't call anyone?
- No.

I didn't want the police
to investigate

and look into my past.

I don't think she has anything
to do with this.

No.

But the pharma conference
is clearly a target here.

Conference is happening
all over the city.

Could be any number
of the locations.

I'll coordinate
with FBI and ATF.

You tell Hannah about
the scene at the zoo.

Could help her
with Yasmin.

All right.

Listen to what
I'm about to tell you.

Bernadine brought Yasmin
to the zoo.

So, Yasmin, looks like time

is running out.
Bernadine's telling us

quite the story about the zoo.

It's a lie.

So she basically
broke up with you.

She humiliated you.
She cut you off.

Just like your mom cut you off.
You know what's so strange?

We've had agents

trying to call your mom all day,
but she won't answer.

She wants nothing
to do with you.

Feeling's mutual.

What did you do

to earn that kind

of apathy from your mom?

What possible explanation
could you have

for walking out
on your child?

You know, I have a daughter.

She means the world to me.

I don't see her
that often, but...

...I have my reasons.

But your mom,
though--

maybe if you were too dangerous

to handle.

House burned down
when you were 12.

It was deemed
an accident.

There was an investigation.

It was focused mostly on you.

They were as inept as you.

Couldn't prove
anything.

Why?

Why would-- why would someone
burn their own house down?

Maybe because you
were being ignored?

You're a psychologist now?

She hurt you.
You wanted to hurt her back.

This is ridiculous.

And then there's Paul.

He broke up with you

in his car.

I get it now.

I understand.

You understand nothing.

- She set me up...
- Hold that thought.

Yasmin burns down her house

because Mom
wouldn't pay attention.

Paul breaks up
with her in the car.

It explodes this morning.
We got a pattern.

She chooses targets that are
emotionally important to her.

We need to get the bomb squad
to the zoo now.

Everybody,
federal agents!

We need everyone to clear
this area. Let's go.

Tammy says Bernadine
cut ties with Yasmin

somewhere around
the demonstration area.

Something's in there.

- What is it?
- I think someone...

Hey, hey, guys.

- I'm just gonna...
- Guys, hi. Uh, I need you

to move right now, okay?

Okay? Thanks.

Sebastian.

There you go.
Keep moving.

Careful.

This is twice as big
as the one this morning.

We got eyes on the device.

Demonstration seating area.

Copy that.
All right, Sebastian.

Let's roll. Let bomb
squad do their thing.

I'd love to do that,
but there's-there's a...

small hitch in that plan.

What's the hitch?

I may have accidentally

set off a fail-safe
when I lifted up the lid.

Uh, if I move now...

kaboom.

Chris, you notice
how we're pretty much

the only ones here?
- Yep.

It's 'cause everyone else is

safely outside
of the blast radius.

Uh-huh.

I'm kind of thinking
that you should join them.

Nah. Nah, I kind
of like it here.

Shade is, uh, real nice.

Look, I'm not going
anywhere, Sebastian.

All right?
So, uh,

do what you got to do.

Try not to blow us up.

Um, I found the, uh--

the lead and the blast cap.
There's some, uh,

uh, wire cutters in my bag.

Sure you know what you're doing?

Sure you want to know
the answer?

I'm gonna cut this wire.

Then get to it, Sebastian.

It got real quiet,
so either I defused it

or we're dead.

You defused it.
Good job.

We got something else, too.
Here, look at this.

A way to establish
a timeline.

The original timer

on the device at the zoo
was set to go off at 3:00 p.m.

So we have less
than two hours to find

those other other three bombs.

Each one capable of
killing hundreds.

We know Yasmin picks
targets that are

emotionally important to her.

- Paul's car, the zoo.
- Yeah, pharma conference.

Though the bomb squad is
still searching for a device.

- Where else?
- I don't know.

It took me hours to get anything
out of her at all.

I don't know if we have time
to dig deeper.

What do we do to shake her up?
More sprinklers?

We make her face her rejection.

I've given up on the tea,
but maybe a sandwich?

I'm starving.

What do you want?

To apologize.

You've been through a lot.

I wasn't there for you
the way I should have been.

Happen to know the time?

There's still time
to turn this around.

I know what
you're going through.

I've been through it, too.

I have made the same mistakes,

and the price is too much.

You're right.

You did make mistakes.

Being a coward.

Running all those years ago.

That was a mistake.

- What?
- Giving up on me

when I'm the only one
who understood

what you really wanted,
tried to give it to you.

What I wanted?

You want to play them.

Pretend like you're not the
one pulling the strings.

Yasmin, you're lying.

You're the one who loaded
these ideas in my head

like a gun. You're the
one who manipulated me.

No.

I... This is all made up.

Your fingerprint's not the only
thing that connects you.

Your credit card was used

for all the components.

You signed for the TNT.
You're tied to this forever.

Why are you doing this
to me, Yasmin?

I am trying to help you.

There's a bomb

so close,
we'll feel it in our teeth.

I need your help.

Shutting this down right now.

- Yasmin, get away from her.
- Bernadine.

Looks like someone messed
with her inhaler.

This is Special
Agent Hannah Khoury.

We need an ambulance now.

The inhaler was spiked,
that seems clear.

And whatever was in
it closed her throat.

No way you could have
saved her, Dwayne.

Could have kept her from being alone
in that room with Yasmin.

Yeah, but she still

would have used the
inhaler at some point.

She wanted Bernadine dead.

She-- there's no way
she could have known

that it would be here.

No, that was just a bonus.

She set Bernadine up
to be an accomplice.

She may have cut Yasmin out
of the S.A.O.

and out of her life,
but they would have been married

to these bombings forever.

This is a regular
Bonnie and Clyde.

She's controlling the narrative

every step of the way.

I thought... I thought
I could understand her.

I thought I could play her,
but...

she's stringing us along.
- If it wasn't

for your work, there'd still be
a bomb at the zoo.

Yeah, but that doesn't help us with
the three remaining devices.

It's like you said, Hannah.

She's controlling
the narrative.

She has been
since the beginning.

It's time we take it back.

You look upset.

Guessing Bernadine
didn't make it.

- It's too bad because...
- You killed her.

Plain and simple.
I'm done playing nice with you.

So you've demonstrated.

And I thought
we were becoming so close.

I was trying to help you fix the
mess you've made of your life,

but it is done now.

Life is over.

There she is.

The real person
you've been hiding

under all those sweet promises.

No one knows the real me

or the things
that I did before this

to people way harder than you.

I'm gonna give you
a full demonstration

of what I'm capable of.

Let's get to it, then.

Tell me where the devices are,

or I'm gonna make you
suffer in ways you never...

I told you you could
feel it in your teeth.

Oh, God. The pharma conference.

There's a seminar
across the street.

S.A.O. wanted to stage a sit-in.

Might have gotten
local coverage, but now?

National news.

I should have known.

Well, some sheepdog you are.

I...

What? No more questions?

Come on. This is the good part.

I answer all your questions now.

What's the point?
I've been waiting

so patiently.

Let me tell my story.

I only have one question. Why?

Gonna have to be more specific.

I know why you killed Paul
in his car.

I know why you set
the bomb at the zoo

and at the pharma conference.
But the other two?

The provost office
was responsible

for hiring a fugitive
like Bernadine.

No due diligence.

And the last one?

- I can't fit it into the pattern.
- Because it doesn't fit.

I chose the art museum,
a random tourist attraction,

in case anyone figured out
my pattern.

Thank you, Yasmin.

You... you've been very helpful.

What are you talking about?

- You got that, Pride?
- Yep.

Bomb squad's already on their
way to the last locations.

It's after 3:00 p.m.,
you're too late.

It's 2:15. We got time.

But the explosion.

Yeah, smoke and mirrors.

We found the bomb across the
street a half an hour ago,

so we set off our own
controlled explosion.

The smoke machine's
from our Halloween decorations.

The texts were just something we
came up with in the other room.

And you can download
whatever kind

of sound effect you want
off the Internet.

Speakers are mine, though.

You are a troubled
young lady,

and I'm truly sorry for you.

Told you I'd show you
what I'm capable of.

The two remaining

explosive devices have been
defused and disposed of.

You did good work.

We all did.

Headquarters wants
to present you

with an official commendation.

Have you make
a public statement.

I would just as soon keep my
involvement in this case quiet.

I-I don't need any press.

I had a feeling.
I'll let 'em know.

Thank you.

But you should come
to the Trutone.

- Team drinks for free tonight.
- Oh, wow.

Team always drinks for free.

Yeah, but this time
you all deserve it.

Christopher and Sebastian
are already there.

Oh, maybe I'll see you there.

Okay.

If it's paperwork

that's keeping you
from the bar, just...

No.

I'm not feeling
that social tonight.

I get it.

If you have a question,
you can ask it.

You told Yasmin
you have a daughter.

- Told her a lot of things.
- Yeah.

But you weren't lying, were you?

Her name's Naomi.

She's, um... she's ten.

- She here in New Orleans?
- Yeah.

She's with my ex.

Is that who you were talking
to this morning on the phone?

Wow, you shouldn't expect
to keep any secrets

in a room full
of expert investigators.

No.

Why'd you lie to him,
tell him you were in D.C.?

I... I just haven't had
the courage

to face either of them just yet.

Yeah.

But that is a story
for another day.

Okay.

Well, I'm gonna go to the bar.
You should come.

Oh, maybe.
Maybe I'll see you there.

All right.
Okay. Have fun.

Bye.

♪ Look into my eyes ♪

♪ I could be the one ♪

♪ I'll be your savior ♪

♪ Look into my soul ♪

♪ I am in control ♪

♪ I'll be your savior ♪

♪ Oh, I could be the one ♪

♪ I'll be your savior... ♪

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