All language subtitles for FBI.S05E13.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

- No, no!

You don't have to do this.

No!

- Real estate agent was giving
a tour a little after 6:00 a.m.

Spotted our victim
when she went to show

her client the loading dock.

- 6:00 a.m.'s a little
early for a tour, isn't it?

- Client stepped
straight off a red-eye

from SFO to see the place.

Whole block just
got reclassified

as a Federal Opportunity Zone.

- Hence our ticket to the dance.

So what are we looking at?
- Nothing good.

Appears our victim was
first run over with a car,

then shot twice in
the back of the dome.

- Damn, guy wanted
him dead pretty bad.

All right, you ID the body?

- No, nothing in his pockets,

and facial rec is
out of the question,

given the headshots.

- All right, I'll get M.E. to
run prints and swab for DNA.

- Then we'll have ERT
catalogue the tire tracks

after they bag up
the shell casings.

Did your team canvass
for cameras yet?

- Still looking, but
so far coming up empty.

This block hasn't had a working
factory in over 40 years.

- Pretty good place
to commit a murder.

- Hey, OA, I got a stamp here.

Looks like the
initials are "IR."

- All right, folks,
so today's mystery

is a dead John Doe outside an
abandoned factory in Red Hook,

and since nobody accidentally
gets shot twice in the head,

let's find ourselves
a shooter, shall we?

Where are we with
IDing the body?

- Well, biometrics are a no-go.

DNA and fingerprints
both come back empty.

- Mm, which means our
guy's never arrested.

- Or paid to learn
he's 1/16 French.

- And NYPD's right.

The whole block is a dead
zone as far as cameras go.

- What about the tire tracks?

- Late model high-end SUV.
It doesn't tell us much.

- All right, well,
that leaves us

with the hand stamp
that Maggie found.

It's gotta be from a bar, right?

- Yeah, I found five
places in the tristate area

with the initials IR, but
one still uses hand stamps

according to the
calls I've made,

a place called Infrared
down on Canal Street.

- All right, let's have
Tiffany and Scola check it out.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, that's one of ours.

The crown with the IR
inside it is Tuesday.

- So last night then?

- I guess so.
What's this about?

- A murder.

We're trying to ID the
victim of a homicide.

He was here last
night at your bar.

That thing recording?

- Yeah, the camera dumps
to a laptop in the back.

I'll grab it.

- Right there.

Gray hoodie, blue
jacket. That's our guy.

- Mm-hmm, looks like he
gets into an argument

with his barstool neighbor.

Then they both leave together
a little after 10:00.

Five hours later, gray
hoodie winds up dead.

I mean, there's a good
chance we could be looking

at victim and killer here, Tiff.

- Yeah, I mean,
at the very least,

we just ID'd John Doe

'cause he paid with his
credit card at exactly 10:06.

- Excuse me.

We're gonna need access
to last night's receipts.

- All right, so thanks
to Tiffany and Scola

and our good friends at Visa,
our John Doe now has a name.

Meet Cole Dixon, 38.

Let's figure out who this guy
was and why he was killed, huh?

- Okay, looks like Cole
lived in Bay Ridge.

He's got a wife,
ten-year-old son.

- Mm-hmm. Priors?
- None.

- How about employment?

- Whatever it is,
it's off the books.

I'm seeing regular cash
deposits in the bank account.

- Uh-huh, which means
the IRS like this guy

about as much as
Jimmy Two-Shots did.

- All right, what
about the other guy

that left the bar with Cole?

- It's too dark in the
bar for facial rec,

and the hat's a problem.

I'm trying to brighten it
up, but lose resolution.

- All right, keep working on it.

I'll take as good
as you can get.

- All right, in the meantime,
let's have Maggie and OA

pay a visit to Cole's widow.

Maybe she can tell us
why he was murdered.

- Yes.

- I don't understand.

You're saying this
is my husband?

I mean, Cole was wearing a
gray hoodie yesterday, but...

- Have you heard
from your husband

in the past eight hours?

- No, I was getting
Lucas over to school.

Cole should have
been home by now.

Oh, my God, it's true, isn't it?

Why would someone
do this to him?

- I know this is
really hard to digest.

I'm sorry.

Did Cole have any enemies?

- Enemies? No. He
was an Uber driver.

- There's no record of that.

He hasn't filed a
W-4 in a few years.

- What are you talking about?
He had a shift last night.

He started driving at 9:00.

No, last night at 9:00,

he was at this bar called
Infrared in Manhattan

with that guy.

Do you know him?

- Ma'am, our best chance of
finding whoever killed Cole

is for you to tell us
everything that you know.

Okay, the man in this video...
- I don't know him.

I don't know how to say this,

but sometimes, I worry
that Cole had secrets.

- Okay. What kind of secrets?

- I think...

I think he was hiding
money in the garage.

I never told him I found
it, but Cole kept this safe

hidden under a pile of old
moving blankets out there.

- It would be really helpful if
we could take a look at that.

- I don't know the combination,

but I can show
you where it's at.

- Got it.

Nice safe.

- Especially for an Uber driver.

- What are we looking at?

- I mean, we got a lot of
cash, maybe $10,000, $12,000.

Hey, Ian, a couple
burner phones.

- I'll take those. Thank you.

- It looks like...

And some sort of ledger.

- All right, so he's running
some kind of business.

See if you can
figure out what kind.

- I mean, it's just a bunch of
incoming and outgoing payments.

Drugs, contraband, numbers?

- Oh, hey, guys,
Cole just got a text.

"Are you ghosting me?

Thought you had info
on a big score."

- Okay, so whoever that is

is obviously doing
business with him.

Can you track it?

- Let's see.

Not fully, the number that
that came from is unregistered,

and the GPS is off,

but the text just pinged off
a tower in Long Island City.

- What are you thinking?

- I'm un-ghosting our
person of interest.

All right, "Let's
meet. Gantry Plaza"?

- Yeah.

- Okay, "One hour."

Okay.

- Okay, be careful.

I'll have Tiffany and
Scola meet you there.

- All right.

- Okay, guys, we got incoming.

- Got a middle-aged woman.

She seems like she
means business.

- Looks like she's
packing a pistol

under that jacket too.

Okay, I got her
texting someone now.

- Yep, that's Cole's associate.

Let's move in cautiously
and watch the crossfire

as we approach in case that
pistol comes out to play.

- All agents stand down.

- Come again?

- We're holding.
- What's going on?

- I know her. It's Gwen.

She's FBI.

- All right, folks, listen up.

This is Gwen Carter
from the BQ drug squad,

longtime friend of Maggie Bell.

Evidently got her into
Quantico ten years ago.

She is also Cole
Dixon's handling agent.

- So Cole Dixon
was an FBI source?

- Not exactly, he was more
like a professional informant,

and a damn good one too.

He helped me take down
dozens of dirtbags

in the last ten years.

- And that cash we
found in Cole's lockbox,

turns out it was from us.

- Now, obviously, given
Gwen's intimate knowledge

of our victim, she
will be joining

the investigation
moving forward.

- Okay, do we think that Cole
died because he got made?

- Possibly, but right
now, our bigger concern

is what he was investigating
when he was killed.

- Yeah, last week, Cole said

that he'd stumbled
onto a major score,

one that could potentially
cost hundreds of lives.

- Okay, do we know what it was?

- No, but Cole always held
his fire as long as he could

to avoid warrant issues,

but in Narco, particularly
with modern fentanyl...

- Hundreds of lives
means a hot batch.

- Exactly, so we need to
find out whose crosshairs

Cole landed in before a lethal
dose of poison hits the street.

- Where are we at reconstructing

Cole's last few days?

- Not far... his wife thought
that Cole was an Uber driver.

- But we do know that
Cole got into an argument

with another patron
at the Infrared bar

before leaving together.

Ian, can you throw
up that footage?

- Yeah, this is as
bright as I could get it.

- Okay, yeah, that's
Daryl Watkins,

AKA Little Daryl.

He runs a dice game in Brooklyn.

He's one of Cole's sub-sources.

- And you think this
Daryl could have killed

your informant, turned on his
buddy for a bigger payday?

- Well, he's a
criminal with a gun.

It's a good place to start.
- Yeah.

- So, Gwen, I gotta ask,

what was Maggie like
back in Indiana?

- Cocky.
- Confident.

- And reminded me a
little too much of myself.

But I knew from the start
she had what it takes.

There was no fear when she
stepped onto that task force.

- Well, I couldn't have
asked for a better mentor

to show me the ropes.

- Oh, don't get sappy.

And "mentor" makes me sound old.

- Mm.

- Let's pull over here.

Yep, I got Daryl in a green hat
rolling dice with three others.

- We approaching on foot?

- No, they'll see us
coming a mile away.

Let's pull up hot in the Tahoe.
- Got it.

- Daryl!
- FBI!

Hey!
- Hey, you okay?

- Yeah, good.
It's a cramp, go!

- Where you going, Daryl?
- What the hell, man?

- We just have a few questions
that you need to answer.

- Look, you talk to us here,
or you're gonna talk to us

back at 26 Fed with cuffs on.

It's up to you.

- Man, we was just
playing Yahtzee.

- Be smart, Daryl.

Don't dig a deeper
hole here by lying.

Cole Dixon was
murdered last night,

and you were the last
person seen with him.

- What? Cole's dead?

- Shot twice in the
head. Did you do it?

- Hell no!
- No?

We have you on video talking
to him at Infrared last night.

The conversation
looked pretty heated.

- Yeah, but we...

- Where were you
between midnight

and 3:00 a.m. this morning?

- Chauncey's Poker Room.
Like 15 people saw me there.

And I split off from Cole
two blocks after the bar.

He went to some other
joint in Red Hook.

- So what were you fighting
about at the first place?

Okay, you tell us,
or I'm gonna book you

for this illegal Yahtzee
game you were playing.

- Money, all right?

Cole wanted an intro
to the scientist

I knew from the joint.

Said it'd mean a big
stack of dough if I did,

so I hooked him up,

and then Cole paid me
less than what I thought

the introduction was worth.

- This scientist got a name?

- Walt Taylor.

- All right, folks,

orange jumpsuit and
bad hairline aside,

what do we know
about Walt Taylor?

Is he actually a scientist?

- A former corporate
chemist, actually.

He did six years for making
a highly potent crystal meth.

Guy's apparently some
kind of chemical wizard.

- So more than capable of
cooking up some fentanyl.

- And the exact type of
supplier that Cole helped

Gwen take down before.

- So where do we find him now?

- It looks like he's
got a house in Queens,

and historical GPS on one
of Cole's burner phones

puts him in Walt Taylor's
neighborhood two nights ago.

- All right, take
Gwen and SWAT now.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Yep.

- Where's Gwen?
- I don't know.

- Hey.

- Lobster roll kicked
my ass last night.

- Look, if you're
not feeling well,

you can head home,
and we've got this.

- Yeah, that's not happening.

- Oh, I thought playing
injured hurts the team.

- If I was injured,
I'd be more than happy

to let you throw my own
maxims in my face, Maggie.

You know, whatever
Cole was working on,

he was working on for me,
so I'm not standing down.

- Okay, then let's go.

We're hitting Walt
Taylor's house now.

FBI, show us your hands!
- Put 'em up!

Hey!

That's Walt.

Two to the chest.

And these look like
the shell casings.

- Blood's still fresh.

He's probably only
been dead half an hour.

- And these look like the same
caliber that killed Cole Dixon.

- Guys, I got Semtex,
det cords, and timers.

- We have a dead
informant, dead scientist.

What the hell is going on here?

- I don't know what's going on,
but we're dealing with a bomb.

- What's our status?
- We've got NYPD canvassing.

- It's not a high-tech
camera street,

so we're hoping we
find a witness soon.

- Well, the bomb is in the wind.

ERT's getting the shell
casings over to Ballistics.

I catalogued Walt's
detritus for the JOC.

And Ian is working with
TEDAC to reverse engineer

some of these device specs.

- Bomb doesn't matter if we
can't figure out who has it.

- Has Cole ever brought
you a bomb case before?

- No, this is
uncharted territory.

Truth is, looks like Cole
was going rogue on this one,

somehow inserting
himself into the action.

- Hey, got a lady on the street
who says she saw something.

- Look, the guy was
a weirdo, all right?

Used bedsheets for curtains,

visitors strange
hours of the night.

But it's still tragic.

- And Mrs. Wax, you said that
you did hear the gunshots?

- Yes, I was at the
sink washing dishes,

made it to the front
window just in time

to see two men rushing
out of the house.

One of them had
this big duffel bag,

like they robbed him.

- Okay, do you
remember anything else

about these two men?

Height or clothes they
were wearing, skin color?

- Both their clothes were black.

Don't remember the
brand, I'm sorry.

And they were average height,

a little less than
6 foot I think.

And I'm pretty sure
they were Asian.

- All right, folks, listen up.

In case you didn't get the memo,

that hot batch of fentanyl we
all thought we were chasing

now appears to be a bomb,

which is much less
easily dispersed,

but makes a much scarier boom.

Ian, where are we at with TEDAC?

- Preliminary
analysis is consistent

with our witness' claim
that the two shooters

left with a duffel bag.

TEDAC things we're looking
at a suitcase bomb,

roughly 50 pounds.

- Which could level
an entire building.

Elise, you got those ballistics?

- Yeah, report confirms
there's a 99% chance

Walt Taylor and Cole Dixon
were killed with the same gun.

- Well, that confirms the
murders are connected.

- Right, but other
than Martha's account

that both the
killers were Asian,

we have no idea who they are.

- Boss, I think we might
have found something.

I've been digging into
Walt Taylor's finances.

Looks like he took a
dark web crypto transfer

of 150K last week,

more than tripled
his total holdings.

- That is a big chunk of change.

Could be prepayment
for the bomb.

- Can we trace the
transfer source?

- Only to Asia. Crypto
makes it tricky.

Wait.

The same originating IP
address pops up as flagged

in a current DEA case.

- All right, well, let's
get whoever's handling

that DEA case over here now.

- Right.

- Look, the account is part

of a two-year money laundering
case I've been working,

so don't take this
the wrong way,

but I'm not exactly eager to
let a bunch of details fly.

- Agent Lee, the truth is,

we're chasing a
double homicide here,

and whoever is operating
that account most likely

is in possession of a bomb.

- East-19.

- The Chinese gangsters?

- They're growing fast,

getting more and more
powerful every week,

and best I can tell,

the account's point man
is a guy named Rex Yu.

He's a dangerous dude.

Be careful when
you make your move.

- All right, people, so
we have a new suspect,

or at least an
organization of interest,

because according to the DEA,

the influx of cash in
Walt Taylor's account

came from the Chinese
gangsters East-19.

So would somebody please tell me

how a bomb fits their profile?

- It doesn't, at least not
if the past is any prologue.

East-19 is known for
running drugs and women

across the Pacific, not
for blowing things up.

There's no apparent ties to
any terrorist organizations.

- Right, and nevertheless,
East-19 paid Walt Taylor

for something made
out of Semtex.

- What about Rex Yu?

The DEA agent said he
controls the money.

- According to the
file DEA sent over,

it looks like Rex isn't afraid
to get his hands dirty either.

It says Rex and a
junior lieutenant,

guy named Ethan
Chen, are suspected

of at least a half dozen
murders in the last few years.

- So how well do
Ethan and Rex match up

with Mrs. Wax's description?

- Pretty well, actually.

They're both a couple
inches shorter than 6 foot,

like she described.

They're obviously both
Asian, and the DEA file says

Rex is a regular at the
Infrared bar on Canal Street.

- Which connects
them to Cole Dixon.

Where do we find Rex now?

- He operates out of an
old auto shop in Red Hook.

- Bring him in.

- OA, what do you see?

- I got movement inside,
two male suspects.

One of 'em Rex Yu?
- Affirmative.

The other one looks early
20s, could be his partner,

Ethan Chen.

- Ready?
- Let's do it.

- Okay, us three are
gonna take the front.

Scola and Tiff, you guys cover
us from across the street.

We'll go on my mark.

Rex Yu, FBI!
- Stop!

Flank wide!
- He's running.

- Rex!

- Ethan Chen,
you're under arrest.

- Gwen, where are you?
Need you to box him in.

- I'm on my way.
Hold ten seconds.

- He's getting
away with the bomb.

Maggie, we have to move.
- No, we gotta wait for her.

- She's not here. Let's go.

- OA! We got an agent down.

Are you okay?
- It didn't go through.

It didn't go through.

- We need air support.

We have a black Mercedes
headed east with the bomb.

- Is he okay?

- Where were you?
What happened?

- He's got a bomb,
guys. Let's go.

Come on.

- So is this the part where
you do good cop, bad cop?

- No, it's more like
good news, bad news.

I'm gonna start
with the bad news.

That gun we pulled off
of you at the auto shop,

ballistics already
tied it to two murders

in the last 24 hours,

Walt Taylor and Cole Dixon.

- Never heard of them.

- Well, the science
is gonna say that

you shot them either way,
which means you've got

a couple of murder convictions
in your near future.

- Unless you stop fiddling
with those handcuffs

and listen when I tell
you the good news.

- Okay, I'm listening.

- I'm gonna be honest
with you, Ethan.

I don't think you planned
those two murders.

And I don't think you
planned what's coming next.

So you have one shot right now

to talk your way out of
life in prison or worse.

Where is Rex Yu, and
why does he want a bomb?

- Something funny?

- Yeah, real funny.

I was an 11-year-old orphan
in an abandoned gas station

when Rex found me.

The guy took me in,
sent me to school,

gave me money, a life.

Ain't no way in hell
I'm selling him out.

Now get me a lawyer.

- Wrong choice, kid.

- So what do you think?

- I think we're trying to
draw water from a stone.

- Then we had better hope
like hell that Maggie and OA

find something at
Rex Yu's auto shop.

- Yeah.

- Whole bunch of drugs,

nothing that explains why
these guys would have a bomb.

- Close call today.

- Yeah. What the hell, Maggie?

You girl, Gwen, she said
she was gonna be there,

and she wasn't.

- I don't really know
what to tell you.

Hey, come here.

- Blueprints?

- There's no address.

- It looks like an
eight-story building.

- Yeah, we've got three
X's on load-bearing pillars

in the basement.

- That is the building that
Rex wants to take down.

- Hey, any sign of Rex?
- Hey. Uh, not yet.

We put a BOLO out
for him and his car.

In the meantime,
we're trying to find

the building that matches
the prints you found.

- How's that going?

- Well, the good news is,

we know it's an
eight-story building.

The bad news is, there
are literally thousands

of eight-story
buildings in New York,

so we need to figure out a
way to speed up this process.

- Why don't we take
another run at Ethan Chen?

I'm guessing the U.S.
attorney's gonna give us

the latitude to make a deal.

- If we sweeten the incentive,

maybe he'll tell
us where Rex is.

- No, the kid's loyal.

He's not gonna
roll on his mentor.

- Okay, then how do
we find where Rex is?

- Okay, NYPD just
found his Mercedes,

so let's start there.

- Where is it?

- The Brooklyn side
of the Pulaski Bridge.

You wanna check it out?
- Yeah.

I'll grab our jackets.

- This is it, right, your BOLO?

- I've got broken window glass
in this empty parking space.

- Rex ditched his
car, stole a new one.

Let's have the JOC start
pulling traffic cams,

see if we can figure out
what vehicle is missing.

In the meantime...
- Jubal.

- What are you thinking?

- Access his GPS.
We got a fob.

- Exigent circumstances.

- Looks like house,
auto shop, house, house,

and six separate trips
camped out in front

of 3701 Haden in
the last two weeks.

- 37th and Haden?

That's nowhere near Rex lives.

That's not even
East-19's territory,

so what the hell is
he doing out there?

- Either he has a
new girlfriend, or...

- That's the building
he's blowing up.

- Hey, listen up.

We got a potential
target from Rex Yu's GPS,

3701 Haden.

Tell me it's an eight-story
building, please.

- It is, the Wyatt, 12
duplexes and a penthouse.

- Okay, okay, let's start
ticking off some boxes.

Anyone living at the Wyatt
have a connection directly

or indirectly with
East-19 or China?

I'm looking for something
that speaks to motive.

- Okay, yeah,

property records for most
of the units are clean.

This is interesting.

The penthouse was purchased

by a Hong Kong-based shell
corporation three years ago.

- Okay, can we see
who controls it?

- Give me a second to
get through the layers.

Owner is Victor Ho.

- Victor Ho, the
Chinese businessman?

- Or, depending on
your perspective,

the dissident critic of
controlled economies.

Ho made a fortune
in the mainland

and then basically
defected to America.

- Right. Hey, Alex, hey, Anne.

CIA, NSA have
anything on Victor Ho?

- Looking in our files, we've
got one active death threat

against Victor Ho indexed.

$5 million contract from his
former protégé, Jintao Wong.

- Hmm, bad blood
amongst friends.

- Apparently, Wong
took it as a betrayal

when his mentor rebranded
as a public intellectual,

but we never thought the
kill job was all that doable.

Ho's a recluse in America.
He's security-paranoid.

Lives behind bulletproof
glass. He never goes outside.

- Actually, that could explain
why they're using a bomb

and not guns.

It's the only way
to complete the hit.

But can we tie Rex Yu to
this jealous protégé of Ho?

- Well, not all the way,
but we can get close.

You remember that crypto
account Rex controls?

- Yeah.

- He got a $2.5 million
deposit in there last week.

- The payment for the
contract, half up front maybe.

- Plus, the DEA file says
East-19's trafficking business

ties directly back to a
handful of Chinese oligarchs,

including Jintao Wong.

- Ding-ding-ding.
We have a winner.

All right, so we
know Rex Yu walked

out of the auto shop
holding the bomb,

so let's assume he's
looking to plant it himself.

- Yeah, and if he
is, there's gonna be

a massive virtual audience
for the explosion.

- What do you mean?

- According to Twitter,
Victor Ho livestreams

his dissident views
from his penthouse

on the first of the
month at 4:00 p.m.

Looks like it draws
a huge following

among the pro-democracy
Chinese diaspora.

- So that "huge score"
Cole Dixon stumbled upon

is gonna be an
international incident.

- All right, let's alert
Victor Ho's security team

we have a credible
threat unfolding.

East-19's coming at
them with a bomb.

We need our agents and the
bomb squad at the Wyatt now.

- Yeah.

- Carla!

What's the situation
on the ground?

- Bomb squad's just starting
to clear the basement.

- Okay, Tiff and I will give
them an extra set of eyes.

- Okay, we'll take the lobby.

- Hey, Gwen, hold up.

Rex Yu's possibly in there,

so I need you to
watch the perimeter.

- What the hell are
you talking about?

- Just watch out for Rex.

- Maggie, the bomb's in there.
- I know.

Look, I know what's
going on with you.

- I know that you're sick.

- Okay, I don't...

- No, no, the pain, the
stumbles, the nausea.

It's all a byproduct
of the medication

that you're taking.

- You're out of line.

- I saw the med-pen.

Stand down.

How are we looking
in the basement?

- We're looking,
Maggie, but nothing yet.

- Have you located the pillars

that Rex marked
on the blueprints?

- Yeah, but if he
planted a bomb down here,

it has to be in one of
these storage lockers.

We've still got a half dozen
of these things to pry open.

- Copy.

- No, he's not coming out.

- Sir, we need this entire
building evacuated immediately.

This is not a suggestion.
We have a credible threat.

- All due respect, agent,
this thing could be a ploy

to flush my boss into
an easy kill shot.

- Okay, we understand that,

but if there is a bomb
in this building...

- We'll take our chances.

Look, part of the
reason Victor Ho bought

into this building is because

of the structurally
reinforced basement.

We're aware he's
under constant threat.

- And you just want to
ignore our intel then?

- No, we're trusting our
analysis of the building.

- Maggie, we're still not
finding a bomb down here.

The dogs haven't
alerted on anything.

I'm thinking maybe
we got here in time

to keep Rex from planting it.

- There's no bomb?

Okay, Ho's going
live in ten minutes,

and if his protégé wants
to make a statement...

Something's not right.

- Hey, Maggie, what's up?

- Look, the odds of East-19
backing down are slim,

right, and nothing
makes a bigger statement

than killing Victor Ho during
one of his big speeches.

- Yes, Maggie, but
you heard it yourself,

the basement is clear.

- Okay, but Ho's
security guard is right.

Trying to crumple the building
leaves way too much to chance.

- And you think that Rex
came to that same conclusion.

- I mean, maybe.

Look, if they really wanted
to kill Victor Ho with a bomb,

all they would have to do is
put him in the blast radius.

- So either in
the building or...

Hold on a sec.

Do we have eyes in the sky yet?

Point it 20 yards east.

Maggie!
- Yeah?

- Rex is on the
building next door.

- Rex Yu, FBI!

Go, go, go.

Tiff, Scola, he's running
down the fire escape.

- Okay, we're on it.
Do you see the bomb?

- The bomb's here.
The bomb is here.

Maggie, stay on him.
- OA!

- Stay on him!

- OA...
- Go!

- See if you can cut
him off at the bottom.

- We're almost there.

- We need to set up
a containment now.

Carla.
- Yes, I'm on my way up.

- No, no, no, there's no time.

We have T-minus one
minute and counting.

I need you to talk me through
how to disarm this myself.

- What are you looking at?

- I have a timer, four wires
going to a circuit board,

and then three outgoing
wires into the charge.

About 25 blocks of C-4.

- Any way to pull
the blasting cap?

- Negative, it's buried.

- Then focus on
the output wires.

- They are all white.

How do I know which one to cut?

- The thicker the wire,

the more amperage it can carry.

- Okay, I think
it's the middle one.

- Are you sure?

- No.

But there's no time.

I'm cutting it.

We're good. The
bomb is disarmed.

Maggie, where are you with Rex?

- He got away.
He's in the wind.

- Copy that, I'm coming.

- Hey, any luck?

- Hey, we are working
on it, but no,

and every second we don't
find Rex increases the odds

that we won't.

- Jubal, we got a potential
BOLO hit in Midtown.

- Okay, that's what
I like to hear.

Where?
- 44th and Walker.

Beat cop thought he saw a guy.

- 44th and Walker? Where
the hell's he going?

- Uh, let's try to
confirm that, please.

What do you mean?

- I mean, all the
direct ways to get

out of the city from the
Wyatt are on the other side

of the island heading east.

Unless he's going
for Embassy Row.

The consulate.

- Enemy of my enemy.

No one hates Victor
Ho more than Beijing.

- Confirming Rex is in Midtown!

I've got him on a traffic
cam at 47th and Walker

one minute ago,
still headed west.

- All right, alert the team

Rex is headed for
diplomatic cover.

- Copy that, we are
approaching the consulate now.

- That's him. That's Rex.

- Rex!

Maggie, checking out
the northwest stairwell.

- No.

- I don't do the perimeter.

- Hey.

Thought I'd find you here.

- Drink?

- No, um...

I just wanted to come
by and say thank you

for saving my life.

- The case is over.
We got a good result.

Let's just leave it at that.

- You know I can't do that.

- You can't?

Or you won't?

- My partner almost
got killed today.

Look, Gwen...

don't do this.
- Do what?

- Don't make me the bad guy

because I know
something is wrong.

- We're friends.
You can talk to me.

What's going on?

- They diagnosed me
with multiple sclerosis.

That's what the medicine's for.

Doctors say it's treatable,

so I will live a
basically normal life.

But...

- Have you told any
of your supervisors?

- I've given 28 years of my
life to this job, Maggie.

It's all I know how to do.

They'll pull me from the field.

- I know.

But isn't that
better than putting

other agents' lives at risk?

You know, one of the
first things you taught me

was that no one's
bigger than the bureau.

It doesn't matter how
much you love your job.

No one.

- Never thought that would come
back to bite me on the butt.

I was right.

I trained you well.

- You're the best.

- Will you have a
drink with me now?

- Yes.
- Okay.