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- Well, well, what
treasures today?

- We got a condom,
chicken, and a wig.

You?

Uh, a pill and a chew toy.

I think that's bingo.

- Yo, Jeff, what
you doing here, man?

Faulty heater.

Probably just a
block in the line.

Otherwise, she'll have
to come out of service.

You guys smell something?

Yeah, all of it.

- No, I mean...

Forget it.

Damn, bro, what you doing?

Dispatch, this is Jeff, 6529.

I got a leak on...

I got a leak on...

A leak on...

Go again.

- Jeff, you playing, man?
- Go again. I didn't get that.

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- Hey, Cesar, what
are you doing?

- Toasting.
- No, no, untoasted.

I like it chewy.

Hey, Sam.

He has a lump.

- What... what do you...

What do you mean
you found a lump?

- Your son. I found
it this morning.

A lump?

- Yes.
- How big is it?

The size of a walnut.

I made an appointment
with Dr. Craig.

We are on our way now.

Right.

All right, well,
look, just breathe.

You know, I'm sure
this is nothing.

I agree.

- You know, he's been
in the clear for...

For months, right?

All his recent scans have
been... have been fine, so...

- I know, but Jubal...

- Can you put me
on speakerphone?

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey, buddy.

You're not... You're
not worried, are you?

I don't know.

Don't be.

This is... this is nothing.

I promise.

Thanks, Dad. We gotta go.

Okay.

Yeah, just keep me posted, okay?

Will do.

- Two dead, an MTA mechanic and
a member of the cleaning crew.

We've got a third
on a ventilator,

and it's not looking good.

- Chemical or toxin?
- Unclear.

Either way, it's a possible WMD.

All right, so where's Hazmat?

- On scene along with the
National Guard, CDC, and FEMA.

That's a lot of windbreakers.

- Well, let's hope
it's overkill.

But I've sent OA and
Scola to join the party.

- Sorry. Governor
is on the line.

Okay, on my way.

- Hey, Jubal?
- Yeah.

Do your thing.

- All right, people, eyes on me.

Our city is under attack.

Our job is to contain the threat

and neutralize the
people responsible.

We have a long
list of questions.

So let's start with
what this weapon is

and how it got there?

This is what we train for.

Get busy.

- The device is a
high-pressure aerosol

paired with a digital timer.

The droplets settled
in a matter of minutes,

but we deconned the bus
to make sure it's safe.

- This is the device. It
was in the bus's heater.

- Any idea what
we're working with?

- Yeah, the initial
tests came back positive

for botulinum toxin.

- As in Botox?
- Yeah. Points to you.

In diluted form,
it's really great

for smoothing out
wrinkles and age lines.

But concentrated, it's the
most lethal poison on Earth.

Paralysis starts in seconds.

The victim dies of suffocation.

I'm familiar with Sarin gas.

Different structure,
same effect, right?

That's right.

- Who's got access
to the facility?

- Employees only. MTA
runs a really tight ship.

But I'll have a list
sent down to 26 Fed.

- Okay, this toxin, it comes
from bacteria, correct?

- That's correct.
Clostridium botulinum.

The bug is easy enough to grow,

but to refine it into a toxin,
that takes time and equipment.

Whoever did this really
knew what they were doing.

It was set to go
off at 5:00 p.m.

- When this thing
would be packed.

Yeah.

We're lucky that the mechanic
set it off by mistake.

Would have killed
everyone on board.

- This is the bus before
it went in service.

Clear feed, then this.

He sprays the lens.

Why are we watching it then?

- There's a hole in the
middle. He missed a spot.

Oh.

Can you get facial rec?

Not so far.

Wait, what is that?

Is that... that's an
operator's badge, right?

Can you get that number?

Yeah, okay.

Okay, 83261.

All right, checking MTA.

All right, badge belongs
to Aurelio Martinez.

Okay, eyes up. Check it out.

- Age 35. Address
in the Bronx.

I'll send Maggie and Tiff.

- So how the hell does a
bus driver get his hands

on a biological weapon?

- FBI!
- We have a warrant!

Where's Aurelio?

I don't know.

He went out last night.

Didn't come back.

Place is clear.

You his mother?

- Your son is
wanted in connection

with a terror investigation.

Terrorists?

My son is no terrorist.

- Okay, so help
us clear this up.

- Did he say where he
was going last night?

- He doesn't say
much these days.

The stress is too much.

I worry.

He's... he's going to hurt
himself, do something crazy.

Okay.

I'm sorry you're going
through this right now,

but we need to find your son.

- Every day, he... he...
he takes care of me.

And the debt collectors keep
calling night after night.

And I tell him it can't go on.

But he says, "Mama,
I find a way."

Okay, did you call him?

Of course.

But he doesn't pick up.

- Aurelio's phone
is still pinging.

It's gotta be around
here somewhere.

Looks like about 100 meters.

Excuse me.

Hey.

It's Aurelio.

- All right, so our initial
suspect, Aurelio Martinez,

is dead, not poisoned but shot
after he planted an aerosol

filled with neurotoxin
on a public bus,

which suggests he is a
pawn and not a prime mover

- in this terrorist attack.
- Which makes sense.

Aurelio would not have
had the technical know-how

to manufacture the toxin.

- Financials
support that theory.

He made a deposit last
week, 9,000, all cash.

- Okay, so that was probably
the first half of the payment.

Then Martinez heads down to
the pier to pick up the rest,

and he gets whacked.

So who hired him?

- I think I have an
answer, or part of one.

These are messages Martinez
was saving in a drafts folder

of an email account.

It looks like he's been
taking orders from a person

calling himself Bin Zada.

Bin Zada, that's son of Zada.

- Okay, can we...
Can we trace it?

No, that IP was masked,

but that name got a hit
in the NSA database.

- Yeah? Uh, Sarah,
where are you?

- What do you got?
- Not much.

According to my intel,
Bin Zada is an alias

for a U.S.-based operative
working for Ansar as-Sayf,

a Houthi extremist
group in Yemen.

- Right, they blame
America for their civil war

ever since the
Saudis intervened.

- Yeah, been a threat for years
using conventional weapons.

Guess they upped the ante.

- Okay, how about
something we can work with,

age, profession, hairstyle?

No, I'm sorry.

I know he exists,
but that's about all.

Great.

I gotta grab this.

Yeah.

Hey, Ty, what's going on?

- Dr. Craig says I
need an ultrasound.

- Uh-huh.

Oh, okay. Um, did he say why?

- He just said he wanted to
make sure everything was okay.

Right.

Right, okay, well, that's...

You know, that's
what I, uh, expected.

These doctors, they have to
cover their bases, you know?

And plus more tests
mean more money.

So in case of a
tie...

Is your mom there?

- No, she's... She's
filling out some form.

- All right, well, just
let her know I'll call her

in a little while, all right?

And honestly, buddy, do
not worry about this.

It's gonna be fine.

Promise.

- Hope so.
- It is.

It is. Trust me. I love you.

I'll talk to you
in a little while.

- Uh, well, if we don't know
who gave Aurelio the weapon,

maybe we can find out
where it came from.

The genomic analysis of
that toxin just came in.

- So this strain of
botulism in the WMD

only exists in the BSL-3 lab.

- How many of these
labs are there?

- There's four on
the Eastern Seaboard,

but only one is here in New
York, Hudson University.

Okay.

- Botulism is a unique
pathogen, lives in soil,

anaerobic, meaning
that oxygen kills it.

Most germs want a living host,

but botulism needs the infected
to die and decay in the soil

to complete the cycle,
hence the toxin.

- Okay, well, that toxin
has been weaponized.

- The genome is a
match for the strain

that you keep here
in your lab, type F.

You're kidding.

- We're the FBI. Kidding
isn't really our thing.

- You have the equipment
here to refine the toxin?

- Technically, yes, we have the
centrifuges that could do it,

but everyone who works here
passes a background check.

- I can vouch for them all.
- Including yourself.

- Look, even if somebody had
bad intentions, a big if,

there are a dozen
researchers and students

that share the
space. We'd all know.

Okay, what about after hours?

What is the procedure like then?

- Everything shuts
down at night.

But we have access
with keycards.

There'll be a record.

- We're gonna need those
sent to 26 Fed right now.

So check this out.

We've got some random
entries into the lab,

but there's one
person who stands out,

comes and goes a lot.

Amal Janubi, 28-year-old
post-doc, born in Yemen.

She's logged dozens
of visits to the lab

between 11:00 and 5:00 a.m.,
with that number accelerating

over the past few weeks.

- We just checked electricity
usage over that same period.

The power draws spike
at the exact same times.

- So either Amal's
running a dry bar

or she's operating
some serious equipment.

- Like a centrifuge.
They draw a ton of amps.

All right, what'd I miss?

Sorry, I needed some
air and a refill.

- All right, we've
got a new suspect.

Do we have a location on Amal?

- Yeah, she just walked into a
campus dining hall on 4th Ave.

Oh.

OA?

Is that her straight ahead?

- Amal Janubi? We have
a couple questions.

You're under arrest.

- You got something
you wanna say?

Yeah, I want a lawyer.

- My client isn't
the bad guy here.

Three people are dead.

- And it would have been
a lot more if that device

went off on time.

- There's more to the
story, and my client

has information
that can help you.

If that is true,

then I can put in a good
word with the U.S. attorney.

But Amal, you've gotta tell
me everything that you know.

Go ahead, Amal.

Please, you have to trust me.

If you wanna see your family
again, it's the only way.

Let's start with the basics.

We know you made the toxin.

Yes.

Yes. And?

- And she didn't plant
it or weaponize it.

- Okay, I need to
hear it from her.

A friend, Bin Zada.

- Look, we know that
that's an alias.

I need a name.

What does he look like?

We never met in person.

Never saw each other's face.

So how did you two meet?

Online.

He messaged me out of the blue.

I don't know how
he got my number.

- And you just
gave him the toxin?

- I left the botulinum in a
storage locker two days ago.

How much?

600 milliliters.

Concentrated liquid form.

- The bus aerosol,
how much toxin in it?

300 milliliters.

Right, 300.

Okay, so we know Bin Zada
has enough for at least

one more device, which, in
the right place could kill...

What... hundreds?

More like thousands.

Where's this locker?

We need to know where
the locker is, Amal.

You have to answer.

No, I don't.

Don't be stupid.

You're gonna blow the deal.

- Some things are
worth waiting for.

You mean dying for.

If that's what happens.

If that's what happens?

Innocent people
are gonna suffer.

- What do you know
about the innocent?

- Give us five. I need
to speak with my client.

No, I'm done with you.

You're just as bad as them.

You have no idea...

The death and destruction
in my country,

famine, children dying,
dozens every day.

And do you know why?

Because America's friends
are starving them,

ripping them apart
with American bombs.

Bin Zada wants to give you a
small taste of what it's like.

He sent a message this morning.

It happens tonight.

I want it to happen.

And it will.

Okay, so we now
have confirmation

of a second device
filled with toxin.

The bus attack was set
to go off at 5:00 p.m.

for mass casualties,
but we have no idea

where this Bin Zada is
going to strike next,

other than tonight.

So the best way to stop the
next mass casualty event

is to find him.

So how... how are we doing?

- Amal left the toxin in
a locker two days ago.

Question is, where is it?

- Yeah, Hobbs and I have
been running that down,

and according to her metro card,

Amal made a short
trip from her work

to the First Avenue subway stop.

- Yeah, she was
back in 20 minutes,

and there's only
one storage facility

in a three-block radius.

That's East Village
Mini Storage.

And that's on Avenue A and 12th.

Yes.

Tell me we have the
security footage.

That would be a yes.

Here's Amal dropping the toxin
off in locker 72 two days ago.

And here's the retrieval
40 minutes later.

- Okay, there it
is. There he is.

His face is obscured, right?

Yeah, can't make an ID.

- Well, I can
estimate that height.

- His height is average,
like the rest of them.

It could be anybody.

- Okay, so what about earlier
when he rented the locker?

- Footage isn't
retained that far back,

and according to the
records, he paid cash

and left the name blank.

- So we can't follow
him, see where he went?

- I've been trying,
but the coverage

in the area is really poor.

Wait, wait, got something.

NYPD camera at
Tompkins Square Park.

This is four minutes
after pickup.

All right.

- That's him in front
of the fruit stand.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right, come
on. Turn around.

Can't see his face. Come on.

- Looks like a hand off.
- Please, please, please.

- It's a friend
or co-conspirator.

Come on, let's get this ID.

All right, here we go.

Here we go. Yes, wait.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
no. Where is he?

- Where did... where'd he go?
- Get him back!

Get him back, people. Come on.

- Yeah, can't see
him on the street.

He probably went
inside a building.

- Okay, then let's get
inside that building.

- Or a vehicle, like
an Uber or a cab.

- Right, right, let's
figure out which one.

- There's so many, I
don't think we can.

You don't think we can?

Can we please not
put limitations

on ourselves today?

Please, people, let's go.

- Jubal?
- Hmm.

- Are you okay?
- Hmm.

So what kind of lump?

- Ah, I don't know.
He's with Sam right now.

I haven't had a chance
to see it or feel it.

Well, it could be anything.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I know.

I just have this...

You know, I just thought
we were past this.

- But, uh...
- I get it.

Listen, if you need
some time off...

No, no, no, I'm good.

You sure?

- I mean, look, I'd love to
take the day and be with Ty,

but I kind of feel like I'm
needed on this, all right?

- Okay, let's get back to work.
- Yeah.

- Listen, I want you
out in the field.

Follow up with
that fruit vendor,

- and take Maggie with you.
- Okay, yeah.

- Hey, he's over
there, blue jacket.

- Yeah. All right,
there's the vendor.

Geez.

You kidding me?

I can get you another coffee.

Don't worry about it.

- Thank you very much.
- Yeah.

- Excuse me. We have
some questions for you.

Okay, what about?

- These two guys,
you recognize them?

They were here a
couple of days ago.

Him, I'm not sure.

But the green backpack,
that's Hassan.

- You're positive?
- Oh, he's a regular.

- He likes mango.
- He likes mango?

Okay, does this mango
lover have a last name?

I don't know,

but he works for
those exterminators,

the ones with the
crazy commercials, uh,

the singing cats.
Puma Pest Control.

- Hassan at Puma Pest Control.
- Hassan, yeah.

- That's helpful. Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Appreciate it.
- No problem, yeah.

- Puma Pest Control has
two employees named Hassan,

but only one of them with
a connection to Yemen.

Hassan Nasif, 37, a technician
with 10 years experience

and licensed to handle
volatile chemicals.

- Like poisons and aerosols.
What else do we know?

- According to socials, he and
Amal attend the same mosque.

- Which would explain
how he knew that Amal

had access to the botulism

and may be sympathetic
to the cause.

But Nasif has been in
the U.S. for decades.

How has he avoided our radar?

- Don't know, but he hasn't
been an extremist for long.

Looks like he started
engaging with Ansar as-Sayf

after his mother was killed
by an American-supplied

cluster bomb in Yemen
a year ago today.

- An anniversary is both
personal and symbolic.

The timing fits.

Oh, and here's a fun fact.

His mother's name is Zada.

- As in Bin Zada.
- Yeah.

- All right, we've
got our suspect.

I want a location now.

- Uh, so Hassan's place is the
basement of that first stoop.

Cavalry is on its way.

Let's hold tight
till they get here.

Copy that.

Hey, is everything good?

What's that?

- I don't really know
how to bring this up

without just asking
you directly, but...

Have you been drinking?

What?

No, Maggie, no.

- You just seem a
little bit off and...

- Yeah, I've got something
going on, personal thing.

It's stressing me
out a bit, but no.

- I just thought
I smelled alcohol

in your coffee earlier.

- Well...

That's... that's him.

Go, go, go. I'll cut him off.

Hey! Stop!

God!

Suspect is fleeing south
on Eastern Parkway.

Damn it!

Hey, any sign of Hassan?

- None so far.
- Streets are crowded.

NYPD set up a containment,

but I'm guessing he
slipped that too.

- Okay, well, let's
expand the grid.

You guys find the OIC
and help coordinate.

Tiff, sit tight for a second.

I'm gonna check on our patient.

Hey, how are you feeling?

- Like I just got hit in
the head with a brick.

Yeah, he got you good, huh?

What happened back there?

I didn't have a shot.

Not... not one I
was willing to take.

Too much risk.

And look, just to finish our
conversation from before,

I'm not drinking.

I appreciate you
checking in or whatever.

But you're off base there.

So... yeah?

Okay.

We clear?

Clear.

Yeah, okay.

Why don't you join OA and
Scola on the perimeter?

Tiff and I will check
out the apartment.

- Hey, this guy, Hassan,
was deep down a rabbit hole.

I mean, he made a
shrine to his mother.

- Yeah, along with his
impotence and rage,

it's a bad place to be.

Sooner or later, you snap.

Hey, guys, I got something.

Come here, check this out.

What do you got?

- We believe that he was
assembling the devices here.

Okay, any sign of the toxin?

- No, we've been up
and down. It's gone.

So it's as we suspected.

The aerosol's already
been assembled.

- Yeah, and probably in
place like the first one,

ready to blow.

- Hey, Jubal?
- Uh-huh.

- Looks like Hassan had company.

- Uh-huh.

- You think it's the guy
he met at the fruit stand?

- Hey, make sure you
dust these glasses here.

Whoever it was has
to know something.

- The CDC is rushing antitoxin
over to area hospitals.

They only have a few doses,
but it will save some lives.

Do we have any update on Hassan?

- We expanded the
grid, but no dice.

- Wait... prints from Hassan's
apartment just came back.

- Two sets.
- Running now.

Yeah, the first are Hassan's.

And the second...
Nothing in IAFIS.

- All right, try Interpol
and have the FBI legat

run it through
the Yemeni system.

- No need... just got a hit in
Eurodac, immigration papers.

Ahmad Nasif, 22.

- Wait, it's the same
last name as Hassan.

- Are they related?
- Yeah, cousins and coworkers.

Ahmad has a Jersey
license but lives

with his wife in Brooklyn.

- All right, get Hazmat
over to that site now.

- My team got here
about five minutes ago.

We've been through
the apartment.

It's clear, no sign
of either suspect.

We did find his wife, though.

She was hiding in the bathroom.

That's her over there.

You're Noura Nasif?

You okay?

He was so angry.

I thought that he
was gonna kill me.

- Okay, is this
your husband, Ahmad?

- He tried to take me with
him. I didn't wanna go.

- To do what?
- I don't know.

I locked myself in the bathroom,

and eventually they left.

They? Who else was here?

His cousin, Hassan.

Hassan got him
obsessed with Yemen,

told him that they had to punish

the people responsible,
make them suffer

the way the people in
Yemen have suffered.

I tried to reach
him, but he was gone.

- Anything you can
tell us will help.

- Do you know where they went?
- No.

But Hassan took my keys,
said that they needed my van.

When was this?

15, 20 minutes ago.

Yeah, great, copy that.

Elise has the vehicle.
I'm getting location now.

All right, got him.

He's in Midtown, heading
north on Park Avenue.

Let's go, let's go.

- Where are they?
GPS say anything?

- Nearby and don't
appear to be moving.

- There... blue minivan.

- Don't shoot, don't
shoot. He has a package.

It could be the toxin.

- We need backup.
- Yeah. Shots fired.

Suspects are heading
towards Grand Central,

armed with a possible WMD.

Send everything now.

- Hey, NYPD has
all exits covered,

but there's still thousands
of commuters inside.

- All right, JOC is
coordinating with MTA

to stop all the trains,
but we need to get

this place evacuated now.

Tiff, run point on that.

The rest of us are going in.

- All right,
everyone, our people

are inside Grand Central.

What's the update?

- Scrubbing footage,
but it's a lot,

and the crowds are insane.

- I've got eyes on the south
and the southwest exits.

Nothing yet.

Yeah, I got one right here.

- Maggie, Jubal,
we've got Hassan,

dining concourse upper level.

- Copy that. We're on our way.

All right, what about Ahmad?

- Not yet.
- All right, keep looking.

- OA, 3:00. We
got eyes on Ahmad.

No sign of the package.

- Means they planted it already.

Hey, I've got Hassan.

He's headed toward the basement.

Go, go, go, go.

Jubal, what is your status?

- Yeah, we got Hassan
in the basement.

He's got us pinned down.

- How far is SWAT?
- Less than five.

All right, keep tracing Ahmad.

We've gotta find out where
the hell this aerosol is.

Does he have a pulse?

He's gone.

Maggie, Jubal, be advised.

Ahmad is dead.

SWAT's here.

Let's go, let's go.

- How are we looking?
- Hey.

Uh, so the suspect
fired off a few shots,

but he's gone quiet.

- Is there any way he got out?
- No, negative.

This is the only point of entry.

He's trapped down there.

- All right, that's
what I thought.

Okay, we're gonna move on him.

- And we'll go in dynamic.
- Copy that.

- No, Jubal, we
need to go tactical.

Ahmad is dead.

Hassan's the only one who
knows where the device is.

- No, Maggie, anyone
willing to kill thousands

for a cause is not
going to negotiate.

Dan, get your team
ready for ingress.

Copy.

- Hey, Jubal, can I talk
to you for a second?

- Let me know when you're ready.

What?

- Tell me the truth right
now. Have you been drinking?

- Maggie, you kidding me? No.

- If you've been drinking,
you need to let someone else

take the lead right now.

- Charlie team's in position.
- Yeah, just stand by.

Jubal, you make one wrong
move, thousands of people die.

And your career...

- Okay, Maggie, if you
question my authority again,

I'm gonna have to fire you.

Now let's go.

Hey! Hey, listen to me.

Where is the toxin?

- Where is it?
- Go to hell.

- No, listen to me.
Hassan, listen to me.

If that aerosol goes
off, you are going to get

the death penalty, guaranteed.

So please, just tell
me. Where is it?

- This is your only chance.
- No.

It's yours.

In ten minutes, everyone in
this building is gonna die.

- Jubal, I don't
think he's lying.

- Agreed, but wherever
it is, he's done talking.

- All right, at least we know
the device is in the building.

That rules out the train.

- Can you get to the air vents?
- I mean, they're everywhere.

There's no way we could
check every single one.

You know what, I don't
think it's in a vent.

Why not?

- Because the bus was
a test run for this.

Okay.

- Look, this building is
massive with high ceilings,

and Hassan said that
everybody will die.

But a single vent would
limit the kill zone.

We gotta be thinking way bigger.

- Like the whole system, right?

Yeah, Ian, where is the
HVAC in a place like this?

- Checking. We have
air support on site.

There, roof south side.

Moving.

- Tiffany, did
you find anything?

No device in the HVAC system.

I repeat, no device
in the HVAC system.

- All right, that's
it. Clear the station.

No, no, no, not yet.

- We are out of time.
- Look, think.

Your theory was sound.
Where else could it be?

- Well, there's gotta
be an intake, right?

Where any toxin would be
pulled into the HVAC system.

- Jubal!
- What?

The duct up there.

Okay, you help evacuate.
I'll go check it out.

Go.

All right, this way,
folks. Here we go.

Guys, I found the device.

It's in the vent.

Does anybody copy?

I found the device. How
do I turn this thing off?

Stand by.

- Ian, I don't have
time to stand by.

Okay, no wires or fail safes.

You should be good
to just turn it off.

- Just turn it
off? No, no, no.

I need something more
specific than that.

- Close the valve, yellow
handle, turn it 90 degrees.

- Down?
- Yes.

- Ian, it's still running.
- It should be off.

Come on. Come on.

Okay, you guys, we got it.

We got it. It's off.

Okay.

That was close.

Well done.

- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna be a second.

Let me know. Thank you guys.

Hey, nice work in there.

- Thanks.
- Really, Maggie. It was, uh...

Look, um...

You've always been here for me,
so I don't say this lightly.

But I think you need to
talk to someone, and...

- Okay, look, Maggie...

No, no.

The more you deny
that you're drinking,

the more I know it's true.

I've already been through
all of this with my sister.

Yeah.

- Please, get
yourself cleaned up.

Otherwise, I'm gonna have
to say something to Isobel.

- Is this it?
- Yeah, right here. Thank you.

On the dramatic evacuation

of Grand Central earlier today
in the middle of rush hour,

an event that sowed panic
throughout Midtown Manhattan.

A statement released
just moments ago...

Has confirmed speculation

that the incident
was terror-related

and that one
terrorist was killed

in an exchange of
gunfire with FBI agents.

A second was wounded
and is now in custody.

That same statement
goes on to say

that an attack at Grand
Central never took place

and that the threat
is now considered...

- You just tell me what
time works for you.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Yes, yes, of course,
Wednesday works.

Okay.

Thank you. No, it's all right.

I totally get it.

Okay, good night.

Who was that?

It was Dr. Craig, finally.

And?

It's a cyst.

They wanna drain it and
put him on antibiotics,

but he's gonna be fine.

- It's just a
cyst? They're sure?

It's just a cyst. Okay.

Jubal, are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I just...

I mean, I was just
so scared, you know?

I had this... This
horrible feeling.

I just got it... got
into my head that, um...

I'm just so glad I was wrong.

- Tyler and Abigail
are upstairs.

Why don't we go say hi,
tell them the good news?

Yeah.

No, I shouldn't do that.

What are you talking about?

I slipped.

Oh, my God.

I should go.

Hey, welcome, everyone.

Uh, tonight, I'll be doing
a reading from chapter 3...