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Great job on TV yesterday.

Your analysis of
the Fed conundrum was perfect.

One, never use
the word "conundrum,"

and two, I don't like
ass-kissers.

But I hear you did some great
work on the Kelton merger,

so keep it up.

Dale, we didn't get
the Trinity IPO.

That's it? A sad headshake?

Pretty sure that's
not gonna replace

the $70 million in fees
we just lost.

I'm sorry.
I don't know what happened.

I tried my best.

No one cares
how hard you try, Dale.

We're not handing out
"A" s for effort.

So go back out there and win.
That's all that matters.

Hey, let's listen up, people!

The league tables just came out.

We've been ranked number two
out of 19 firms.

If we're ranked number two
again next year,

each and every one of you

is gonna be looking
for another job.

Keller Hogan has been
the preeminent investment bank

on Wall Street for 137 years.

We don't accept second place.

Ever.

Too much?

Um, no. It was spot-on.

You're lying.

A little.

Truth is, if we're
number two next year,

I'm gonna be looking
for a new job.

There's no use
in sugarcoating it.

Look what just came in for you.

Looks pretty fancy.

Wall Street, bomb.

Occupy Wall Street 2.0?

Or an extremist group from
the Middle East, Russia, China.

And a lot of other countries.

The list of anti-capitalist
Wall Street haters

is pretty long.

Check it out.

What do we got?

Pipe bomb, nails, glass.

But I also found
pieces of duct tape

and gray and yellow
metal fragments.

Gray metal means lead pipe.

Yellow metal means
another type of shrapnel.

Maybe the bomber mixed it in
with the glass and nails

to pack a bigger punch.

Can you get the tape and metal
frags to the lab right away?

- Yeah.
- Detective.

One dead, five injured.

So far, no one taking credit
for the bomb.

DOA got a name?

Veronica Klein.

Employee?

More like CEO.

Veronica Klein, 45,

Master of the Universe
extraordinaire,

married, no kids,

Yale undergrad, Stanford MBA.

She's been at Keller Hogan
for 20 years.

She became CEO 13 months ago.

She was the first-ever
female CEO

of a top-tier, white-shoe firm.

Let's dig into her life,
her friends, her foes.

This bomb had Veronica's name
on it.

Let's find out why.

Could be as simple as gender.

Her appointment to CEO
created a lot of outrage.

Critics felt that
the firm was trying

to placate the MeToo movement,

and Veronica didn't disappoint.

She did her first
interview saying,

"My primary goal
was to transform

"the male-centric
boys' club culture

endemic on Wall Street,"

which creates a lot of enemies.

As do all noble objectives,
right?

We've confirmed
that the package was sent

from the Midtown post office.

Great. Pull all the videocams

in the vicinity right away.

Will do.

Have we talked
to Veronica's husband yet?

Maggie and OA are with him now.

Okay.

Specific threats? No.

But there were definitely
a lot of thinly veiled

unspecific threats.

What do you mean?

It's how people
on Wall Street communicate.

"You don't perform,
you're fired."

"You don't double
my bonus, I quit."

"You quit, I sue."
"You sue, I countersue."

So much testosterone,
it's exhausting.

Not an easy place
for a woman to survive,

let alone excel.

You have no idea.

Well, maybe you do.

I'm guessing the FBI
is pretty similar.

Um, Dr. Klein, are you
aware of any recent arguments,

confrontations?

She didn't mention any.

Veronica was an amazing woman.

She was fearless, brilliant.

But she was tough and ambitious.

She didn't get to the top
by accident.

Most people don't.

Especially if you're a woman.

Did she have any enemies?

Were there
disgruntled employees?

II don't know.

Well, thank you for your time.

If there's anything else
that you can think of

that might be helpful.

Wait.

There was a guy, aa banker.

N-Nick Frost.

He quit about,
six or seven months ago.

Hehe was very aggressive.

Told Veronica he was gonna
ruin her life.

That's very helpful. Thank you.

Just find the son of a bitch
who did this.

We'll do our best.

Um, I couldn't help
but notice that when he said

the FBI was like Wall Street,
you smiled.

The first day
I reported to Quantico,

my instructor asked me if
I was dropping off my husband.

Let's go find Nick Frost.

Well, about time.

I've been here for 15 minutes.

What can I say, Nick? Busy day.

Do you know a woman
by the name of Veronica Klein?

Why do you ask?

Because she's dead.

Someone sent her a pipe bomb
this morning.

That's it?

No reaction? No surprise?

No, "What the hell do you mean,
somebody sent her a pipe bomb?"

Forgive me, Detective.

Special Agent.

Forgive me, Special Agent.

I prefer to keep my thoughts
and emotions to myself.

That's interesting.

Does this sound like an email

of a man who keeps his thoughts
and emotions to himself?

"I'm gonna blow your ass up,

tell the world what a fraud
you really are."

- So?
- So she blew up today, Nick.

Sheso you think...
You think I did it?

Are youare you kidding me?

Does it look like we're kidding?

I sent her a stupid email.

It sounded more like a threat.

Like a threat
that came true, Nick.

Veronica screwed me
out of $33 million.

What was I supposed to do,
send her a muffin basket?

$33 million.

Yeah, $33.4 million,
to be exact.

Well, how exactly
did Veronica screw you

out of $33.4 million?

Veronica took credit
for a deal that I originated,

generated $100 million in fees.

I get 1/3, okay?

The one thing that you
never do on Wall Street

is take another man's paper.

That's exactly what Veronica,

Almighty Queen
of the Enlightened, did.

So forgive me if I'm not
shedding any tears, okay?

Who the hell is this guy,
Gordon Gekko's long-lost son?

You can hear the resentment
and misogyny at every turn.

"Mighty Queen, enlightened."

Must have made him crazy
working under Veronica.

Question is,
did she make him crazy enough

to put a pipe bomb
in her office?

The better question is,
when and where

will the next pipe bomb explode?

Um, sorry to interrupt.

Supervisory Special Agent
Spencer Briggs.

Hello, just in from Quantico.

I'm Dana Mosier.

I'm the special agent in charge.

And this is Jubal Valentine,

the assistant
special agent in charge.

Can we help you?

Well, yeah, Assistant
Director in Charge Fritz

sent me to profile the case.

So I'm here to...
profile the case.

I'm so confused.

I told the ADIC
we didn't need any help

because I used to be a profiler.

I'm sure he's just trying to
take some work off your plate.

Very thoughtful of him.

Look, I apologize
for the lack of communication.

I really do.

The good news is, I'm confident

I can add some value here.

I've had a lot of experience
with serial bombings.

Well, there's...
There's no evidence

there's another attack
in the works.

Yeah, whether there is or isn't,

it doesn't really matter.

According to my research,
82% of the time,

bombers strike more than once.

And 86% of all bombers...
Well, they are white males,

but they're also
disenfranchised young loners.

They're nothing like this guy.

Heck, 92% earn at
or below poverty-level wages.

According to my research,
damn near all victims are male,

except in this case.

Numbers are helpful,
but people are more helpful.

So for now, why don't we
just focus on him

and not about
your random numbers?

It says here that you have a degree

in mechanical engineering
from Cornell.

Yeah, what does that mean?

That means you know
how to make a bomb.

A bomb, are you kidding?

I don't even know
how to make lemonade.

Seriously, I told you
it was just a stupid email.

I didn't mean those words
literally.

It was just all...
It was all hyperbole, okay?

It's how people
on Wall Street talk.

All right, at least they used to

before all this
Hollywood PC nonsense

pervaded the nation.

And does it bother you

that you're required
to be respectful?

Being respectful is wonderful.

Being held hostage
to self-serving women

weaponizing their gender
to get ahead

at the expense, perhaps,
of more talented men,

now, that...

that bothers me.

Wow.

Really don't want
to put the shovel down, do you?

I mean, every time I think
maybe you're not involved,

you say something like that

and you go back to being
our number one suspect.

I didn't kill Veronica.

In a certain context,
her screwing me over

was the best thing that
could've happened to me.

It forced me to quit.
I started my own fund.

Andandand if things
go as expected,

I can make $50 mil this year.

Why would I jeopardize
all that just to...

Just to get revenge on Veronica?

Very compelling stuff, Nick.

Sit tight all the same.

Turns out the yellow shrapnel
recovered at the scene is gold.

14-karat gold, to be precise.

Sounds like our bomber
is pretty well-off.

And who uses
high-quality gold as shrapnel?

There's more.

We assembled some
of the gold fragments,

did a digital reconstruction.

Found this.

These mean anything to you?

They look like,
some ugly cufflinks.

Yeah, with KH on them.
Keller Hogan?

Yeah, they gave them to us
as a Christmas gift

a few years back.

The women made a big stink too,
said it was sexist.

Well, the cufflinks
were used as shrapnel.

That's part of the bomb.

You still have yours?

No, I regifted them
to my weird cousin Mike.

Some lame Secret Santa thing.

So they're missing.

Cufflinks are stupid.

Okay, why spend two
extra minutes every morning

and every night taking on
and taking off

these weird little pieces
of jewelry?

You go to the gym,
that's four times.

Means you're wasting eight
minutes everyevery workday.

That's 240 minutes a month,
times 12, divided by 60.

That's 48 hours a year,

just to make
your stupid sleeves work.

A narcissistic employee
gets a gift.

He feels undervalued,
unappreciated,

so he gives the gift back
to his employer

in a violent and lethal manner.

- It's plausible.
- It's just very improbable.

I mean, look,
empirically speaking,

the probability our pipe bomber

even owns a pair
of gold cufflinks,

it's incredibly low,

as is the probability
he's as wealthy

and high-functioning
as this guy.

I just think
we're wasting our time.

Why are we dealing
with empirical data

when we have subjective data
right in front of us?

Nick Frost is right there.

He worked at Keller Hogan,

he received gold cufflinks
as a Christmas gift,

and he hated Veronica Klein.

I hate to interrupt,

but another bomb just went off.

Like I said, 82% of the time,
there's more than one bomb.

Time and place, bro.
Time and place.

Carla.

One dead, two injured.

Pipe bomb?

Made with lead,
just like the other one.

Lots of silver and yellow
fragments in the walls.

So now the bomber is using
gold and silver shrapnel?

All right, let's rush this
to the evidence lab.

Sir, are you okay?

I'm good. I'm not hurt, anyway.

You work here?

Yeah. I'm the owner.

I was just checking my emails,
sitting at a table,

and then from out of nowhere,
there's this loud boom,

and I look to my left
and Carly's...

- Who's Carly?
- She's aa barista.

But the EMT guy said
that she didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

She's been with me
for over a year,

real good person.

Before the explosion,

did you notice anything unusual?

There was a backpack
lying on the floor,

near the ground by the counter,
just sitting there.

I thought that someone
had gone into the bathroom

oror forgotten it, but...

I should've done something,

but you don't think that way,
you know?

You don't look at
a stupid backpack and think,

"Gee, I think that's a bomb,"
you know?

There's no way
you could've known

what was inside that backpack.

So Carly, what's her last name?

Fincher. Carly Fincher.

Carly Fincher, 27,

grew up
in Stamford, Connecticut,

graduated
from Boston University,

got her master's in journalism
from Columbia in 2017.

Any connection between her
and Veronica?

Well, Kristen and her team

are running
different algorithms,

but so far, no commonalities.

Different ages, races,
careers, social circles.

These two couldn't be
any less similar.

Veronica was white.
Carly was black.

Veronica was rich and powerful.
Carly was broke and anonymous.

Veronica talked
to ten-figure big shots.

Carly made soy lattes
for hipsters and poets.

Maggie just sent over
a surveillance video

- from the coffee shop.
- Great.

This is from two minutes
before the explosion.

Okay, so that's
from inside the café.

We're still analyzing video
from outside.

We've got a team
reviewing footage

from within a mile radius
of the coffee shop.

The place was almost empty,

so the bomber wasn't looking
for mass casualties.

No, this was targeted.
Carly was the intended victim.

It's clear that
the bomber's escalating.

His first bomb, he sent
anonymously via U.S. mail.

This one, he hand-delivers.

He's definitely taking
more risk,

which means he's even more
dangerous than before.

Yeah, this also means
Nick Frost,

Mr. $50 Million A Year,
is either innocent

or working with the guy
we just saw on that video.

So...

Two of my favorite things
on this blessed Earth

are attractive young women
and coffee.

So why would I kill a barista?

Two people are dead and
you're making a sexist joke?

Really,
so saying you like coffee

and attractive women is sexist?

Your charm's wearing thin.

Hey, and so is my patience.

Now, I've been
really cooperative,

I've answered
all your questions,

but come on, enough is enough.

Well, I appreciate
your cooperation

and your colorful commentary,
Mr. Frost.

We're not done talking just yet.

Not done talking just yet.

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

It means shut up and stay put.

Ma'am? Just one sec.

- Yeah.
- Um...

Why are we still holding
this guy?

Because we can,
because we might need him

to answer more questions
down the road.

So rather than spend
the time we don't have

looking for him,
I want to keep him right here

where I know
where I can find him.

So with all due respect,

you don't think
you're taking this

a little too personally?

What I'm saying is, obviously,

you relate very closely
with victim number one.

You're both determined women
who rose to power

in an overtly male environment.

Your point?

Come on, this guy personifies
every privileged misogynist

you've had to indulge
throughout your whole career.

Don't feel bad, you know?
It makes sense.

Are you seriously profiling
me right now, Agent Briggs?

Am I profiling you?

Um... yeah.

Well, let me save you
the trouble.

The boss.

Not because I'm a woman

and not because
I have friends in the Senate.

I have this job
because I'm good.

So you can stop focusing on me

and start focusing on
who the hell's responsible

for these two murders.

And the next time
you introduce yourself

to a female
special agent in charge,

shake her damn hand.

I pulled prints off
the duct tape for both bombs.

The good news is, they belong
to the same person.

The bad news is, that person
isn't in the system

or named Nick Frost.

Okay, what about Carly Fincher?

You able to get into her phone,
email records, hard drive?

Yeah, Kristen and her team
are analyzing the data now,

trying to connect her
and Veronica.

And I think we just found
that connection.

Carly was a writer for
a blog called Street Beat.

She wrote under a pseudonym,
Navi Poesky.

Navi spelled backwards is Ivan.

Could be a riff on Ivan Boesky.

Who is he?

He's one of the original
corporate raiders.

He's the guy who said,
"Greed is good,"

way before Michael Douglas
in "Wall Street."

Okay, so Carly writes a
finance blog under a fake name.

How does that make her a target

or connected to Veronica?

Carly wrote a series
of scathing articles

about a guy named Stuart Moore.

He was a rising star at...
You guessed itKeller Hogan

until Veronica fired him
for cause.

So Carly wrote four articles
about Stuart Moore.

Basically eviscerating him
for being

an out-of-touch boys' clubber.

You know, oblivious to
the new, enlightened culture

on Wall Street.

What was the specific reason
for his termination?

Spending company funds on an
extravagant, all-male weekend

with a major client in Vegas.

And then Rose Laporta,
the woman that works for Moore,

found out about it,
felt excluded,

and notified Human Resources.

A Williams undergrad,
MBA from Columbia,

divorced, one son.

And unsurprisingly, his work
history ends at Keller Hogan.

Gets fired,
press runs with the story,

blows up his reputation.

And so he decides
to blow up the people

that blew him up
in the first place

Veronica Klein,
the CEO that fired his ass;

And, Carly Fincher,

the blogger who couldn't
stop writing about him.

Okay, dig into Moore and
anyone else who was involved

in the termination proceeding.

I want names of lawyers,
witnesses, executives,

anybody who was a part of it.

Copy that.

Do we have an address
on this guy?

Not yet. He seems
to have fallen off the map

a few months ago.

Okay. Check in with Nick Frost.

Find out if Moore
is even capable

of doing something like this.

Okay.

No, no,
Stewey is a great guy, okay?

He's smart, loyal.

He's real loyal, actually.

Guy saved my ass more times
than I can count...

Not for money either,

just 'cause he's a...

He's a good guy.

When was the last time
you two spoke?

About a year ago.

After he got fired,
we kind of lost touch.

Why is that?

You know, he went from superstar

to jackass overnight,

all for playing golf
and going to a strip club

with a $90-million-a-year
client.

Well, times have changed.

Yeah, well, a client
wants to ogle naked chicks,

you take him to a place
with naked chicks, okay?

They want to ogle penguins,
then you take them to the zoo.

It's that simple.

The pointthe goal,
Special Agent,

is to make money, okay,
not change the world.

Okay, do you know
where Moore might be living?

He fell off the grid
a few months ago.

The only thing
I can think of is,

his mother had a condo
in Chelsea.

After she died,
she left it to him, so...

But I'm telling you guys,
you're wasting your time.

Old Stewey is no killer.

Well, we're gonna go talk
to him all the same.

Okay, I can go too, then?

- Yeah.
- No.

Actually, you can sit back down.

You're gonna need an agent
to walk you to the door.

Can I have my phone?

FBI!

Go, go, go. Stat, stat.

FBI!

We have a warrant
for Stuart Moore.

We're clear!

Looks like Nick Frost was wrong.

Old Stewey is a killer.

I want up on Moore's phone ASAP.

Hey, NYPD, can you BOLO his car

and get MTA and Port Authority
up to speed?

Sure.

Hey, let's flag
his credit and debit cards.

If Stuart Moore
so much as buys a tissue,

I want to know
where he's standing

before he blows his nose.

This HR report is a pretty
long and scathing indictment

of Moore's toxic behavior.

But the so-called charges
are relatively benign.

Depends on how
you define benign.

He played golf and went to
strip clubs with male clients.

No, he excluded
female associates

from participating in
important professional events.

That speaks to a pattern
of behavior,

one that's malignant,
not benign.

So as far as potential targets,

we should start
with the witnesses

that were involved
in the termination proceedings.

There are 21 in all.

And of those 21, 17 were women.

We should focus on them first,
but we need new data.

All this stuff is old.
We need fresh, real-time data.

Maggie, it's Dana.

You're still on the scene,
correct?

Yes, we are.

Okay, can you please tell us

what all is in the apartment?

And be very specific.

Eight lead pipes,
about a foot long.

Eight fuses.

Probably ten pounds of sugar
and permanganate.

He's not finished.

There's still more pipe bombs
out there possibly.

Looks that way.

He's got a ton of cufflinks,
gold and silver.

No monograms that I can see.

So Moore is using cufflinks
as shrapnel

as a metaphor.

"I'm gonna kill the people
who stole my success

with the very symbol
of that success."

Yeah, it also sends a
pro-male/anti-feminist message.

Cufflinks represent
masculinity and power.

What else do you see, Maggie?

There's a lot of trash

and takeout containers
on the counter.

It looks like they haven't
been touched for weeks.

So he's ignoring
his basic needs.

So this new mission
has become all-consuming.

And in the living room...

about a dozen awards and plaques

that are shattered
on the ground.

Right,
because when he was on top,

he proudly displayed
all those accolades.

Now that he's on the bottom,

it's a cruel reminder
of the past,

so he destroys them

and then he vows to destroy
those who diminished him.

The question is,

who is at the top
of that very long list?

Keller Hogan,
Street Beat employees...

They're all still on the table.

Again, I say we start
with the women

and we focus on the ones
who profited the most

from his demise.

Frost keeps emphasizing
how loyal Moore was.

So maybe it's not about
the money at all or gender.

Maybe it's really
about fidelity.

The destruction of all those
Wall Street accolades

really is about a betrayal.

Maggie.

Dana, we have something else.

There'd dried blood,
a lot of it.

Are you saying
that Moore killed someone?

Or somebody killed him.

Hey, we get any hits
on Moore's phone?

No activity in the past week.

- Social media?
- Nonexistent.

No Facebook, no Twitter,
nothing.

Hold on.
The results from the lab

just came back.

Looks like the blood
in Stuart Moore's apartment

is Stuart Moore's.

So maybe Maggie was right.

Maybe somebody killed him
or attacked him.

All right, people,
we're looking for a body.

Don't know if it's warm or cold.

Get in touch with
every hospital and morgue

in the five boroughs. Let's go.

I understand
you're looking for someone?

Stuart Moore. We know
he's being treated here.

He's not receiving visitors.

We're not visitors.
We're the FBI.

II see that.

But he's in a coma.

What happened? Was he attacked?

We have warrants.

We're gonna find out eventually.

He tried to kill himself.

- When?
- Six days ago.

Excuse me.

Moore's been in the hospital
for six days.

He's not our bomber.

Okay, so this is
from last Tuesday

at 722 p.m.

Security footage from outside
Moore's apartment.

So six days before
the first pipe bomb?

So we know Moore himself
isn't the bomber,

but Maggie and OA found
bomb-making materials

in his apartment,

which means the actual bomber
is someone close to him.

Yeah, someone with access
to his apartment.

Who found the body?

His ex-wife, Martina.

She's the one who called 911.

- Track her down.
- Yeah, on it.

Pipe bombs?

What the hell
are you talking about?

Stuart has been in the hospital.

For seven days, we know.

Then why are we even talking?
He's obviously not involved.

Well, somebody close to him is.

Do you have a key
to his apartment?

No, we're not
that close anymore.

We barely talk.

But you're the one
that found the body.

You're the one that called 911.

We were supposed to have
dinner that night with my son.

Stuart wasn't responding
to my calls or texts,

so I got nervous.

I went to his apartment and...

What about your son?

Does he have a key
to Stuart's apartment?

Martina, I know this
is very difficult for you,

but we need to find your son
before another bomb goes off.

I don't know where he is.

We haven't spoken in a few days.

Has he ever disappeared
like this before?

Sometimes.

This past year has been
very difficult for him.

Cameron idolizes his father.

So this fall from grace
has been...

painful for all of us
but especially him.

We're gonna need you
to call him right now.

He doesn't have a phone anymore.

He threw it away a few days ago,

said he needed
to disconnect from the world.

Well, maybe there's another
way you can contact him.

No.

I've tried.

You're lying.

We know that Cameron's
been texting you

from a burner phone.

I'm sorry. I forgot.

No, you lied.

There is a big difference.

One is an oversight.
The other is a felony.

So you cooperate with us,

or we will arrest you right now
for obstruction of justice.

I don't care what you do to me.

Cameron's my only son.

He's my sweet angel.

Yeah, well, your sweet angel
just killed two people

and is preparing
to kill a third.

Martina,

if you cooperate with us,

we have a better shot
of bringing him in alive.

Okay, okay.

When you talked to him today,
what did he say?

Nothing.
He was incoherent, manic.

Kept saying that he was
going to make things right.

Let the world know
who the Moores really are.

I had no idea he was involved
in this, I swear.

I'ml'm so sorry.

Where is he staying now?

At my apartment.

356 West 22nd Street.

Thank you. That's very helpful.

One more thing...
We're gonna need your phone.

Cameron Moore, 26, NYU grad,
majored in chemistry.

So he has a rudimentary
understanding of explosives.

What's his employment history?

Five jobs, all in finance,

none of which stuck
for more than six months,

and he lost the last one

three days after Keller Hogan
fired Stuart.

So as far as motive,
it's timeless.

A son seeks revenge
for his father's unjust demise.

And the attempted suicide
was the trigger.

Let's bring him in.

All right, pilgrims, heads up.

We have a new suspect,
Cameron Moore!

Let's go ahead and put
a BOLO out on this young chap

as soon as possible.

Anything?

I'll try again.

Where are you, my sweet angel?

You said you were going
to swing by my apartment.

Spencer. He wants an update.

You know he's really tight
with the ADIC.

It's part of his inner circle.

They all go golfing
at some fancy club in D.C.

Sounds familiar.

Yeah, FBI, Wall Street,
same deal.

Except when it comes
to getting paid, of course.

At the end of the day,
Spencer's just doing his job,

trying to help.

If Jubal was our boss
instead of Dana,

you think the ADIC
would have sent Spencer

in the first place?

It's a good question.

But then again, the ADIC
hired Dana over Jubal,

so it's not that clear-cut.

I mean, that's why these
issues are so complicated.

It's never clear-cut.

"Sorry, I can't come home.
I must finish what I started."

Please don't do anything stupid.

I'll hire
the best lawyer in the city.

Good.

"It doesn't matter. Love you."

Kristen, tell me you got him.

18th between 8th and 9th.

- OA, there he is.
- I got him. Hang on.

- I push, you punch.
- Got it.

Show me your hands.

Behind your back!

You killed two innocent people.

Spare your victims
the pain of a trial.

Tell us what happened.

They weren't innocent.

And they aren't the victims.

I imagine it'd be really hard
to watch your father struggle.

I understand your frustration,
your rage.

No. No.

You don't.

What happened to my father...

to my family...

We were sacrificed on
the mantle of righteousness

by the most unrighteous.

Our lives were destroyed,

our reputations blown
to pieces for nothing.

So please, don't insult me

with some hollow attempt
at empathy.

I'm sorry,

I didn't mean
to minimize anything

that you've been through.

That's more hollow empathy.

Okay, how about this?

Life's not fair.

Your old man got screwed,
and yeah,

we don't understand your rage.

Much better.

Thanks.

But the Moores will prevail.

When all is said and done,

my father's name will be shown
the respect it deserves.

Cameron, everything
is already said and done.

It's over.

No.

Not yet.

There's exactly 38 minutes left.

Where did you plant it?

Lawyer.

Okay, let's shut down all
postal deliveries in the city.

USPS, UPS, FedEx.

It's a good move,
but it's likely he already

planted the bomb,
like he did at the coffee shop.

Could you pull up
surveillance video

from when he was first arrested

and then track his movements
backward from there?

Okay, he was arrested
on 18th between 8th and 9th.

He was walking east
when he was collared,

so I'll work my way west.

There he is. Bodega on 8th.

All right, he's in a hurry.

He looks worried.

Is there anything farther west?

Here.

ATM west of 9th.

Okay, he's moving slower,
more deliberate.

He's averting his eyes,

doesn't want to draw attention.

And that's why.
He has a backpack.

But by the time he gets to 8th,

he doesn't.

Means he planted it somewhere.

Can you keep rolling the video?

He might just take us
to the target.

Okay, so he takes
a left off of 18th

into an alley heading uptown,

but by the time
he hits the bodega,

he doesn't have the backpack.

So the bomb has to be
somewhere in that vicinity.

How much time elapsed from
when he ducked into the alley

until he passed the bodega?

Seven minutes?

So let's calculate...

How fast he walks
and how far he could travel

in 3 1/2 minutes? Yeah.

The postmaster general froze
all deliveries in Manhattan.

All the major private services
are on board too.

Good, but it looks like Cameron

made his own personal delivery
somewhere north of 18th Street.

Okay, I did the math.

The radius is between
18th and 23rd Street,

somewhere between
6th and 9th Avenues.

Okay, so the only
two persons of interest

who live and work nearby

are Rose Laporta,
the whistleblower,

and our good buddy Nick Frost.

Neither one is answering calls.

Traffic is gridlocked
heading north and west.

Sirens or no sirens, it's
gonna be tough to get there.

Get Maggie and OA there.

They're on their way to
Cameron's mother's apartment.

They're not gonna be able
to hit both targets in time.

Then let's focus on Rose.

The bomber clearly has
an anti-feminist agenda.

No, no, this is about loyalty.

The odds of a third victim
breaking pattern

are extremely low.

I don't give a damn about odds.

What I've seen and what
I've heard tell me

that Cameron is gunning
for Nick Frost.

Frost said, and I quote,

Moore saved his ass
more times than he can count,

but Frost didn't return
the favor.

Instead he turned on him.

In Cameron's mind
and in his father's mind,

that is the act
of ultimate betrayal.

Listen, with all due respect,

I was sent here by the
assistant director in charge

to profile this case,
and that's what I'm doing.

We go with Rose.

- Do you understand?
- Okay.

This is my office, Spencer.

I make the tactical calls,

and if the ADIC
has a problem with that,

he can call me directly.

I want Maggie and OA
at Frost's apartment right now.

Right.

FBI!

Nick Frost!

18 minutes left.

Still no word from Frost.

But we did track down
Rose Laporta.

She's in London.

- Dana Mosier.
- Hey, it's Maggie.

We're inside Nick's apartment.
He's not here.

No sign of suspicious packages

in the lobby or his apartment.

Okay, we have visual proof
that Cameron

dumped that backpack
somewhere in that vicinity.

Did you clear his office?

Yeah, security
checked the mail logs too.

No packages
have been delivered to him

in the last several hours.

Where the hell did Cameron
deliver that bomb?

It's lunchtime,
maybe a restaurant.

Okay, looks like Frost eats
lunch at one of three places

Provence, Bruno's,
or the Brentham Club.

The only place in our radius
is the Brentham Club.

An all-male private club
filled with Wall Street elite.

And Moore's a member there.

I remember seeing a plaque
in his apartment.

What better place
to make a statement?

It's only a block away.

Go now.
We'll send the bomb squad.

Excuse me,
this is a private club.

- Yeah, we're the FBI.
- Yeah, ma'am, but...

Don't you dare say
no women allowed.

There's a bomb in this building.

Get everybody out immediately!

Everyone evacuate immediately!

Ma'am, I'm afraid
this is a private club...

- Is Nick Frost here?
- Yes.

- Nick Frost! Nick!
- Um...

- This about Stewey?
- Yes, so get out now!

Everyone, we believe
there's a bomb

planted somewhere
in this restaurant!

Evacuate immediately!

Let's go! Let's go!

Move. Let's go now! Let's go!

Please, you guys, get out.

Guys, let's go. Let's go.

There's a bomb in the room!
Let's go!

- Now! Go!
- Go, go, go.

Maggie, I have it.

Everybody, please,
evacuate immediately.

Let's go! Come on, there's
a bomb in the building!

Dana, we have the backpack.

How far away is bomb squad?
Five minutes away.

But the bomb detonates in three!

Maggie, clear the building.

Get the hell out of there.
Forget the bomb.

- Let's move! Let's go!
- OA!

We have two minutes.

Let's go! Now! Come on!

There's a bomb
in the restaurant.

Let's go!
All guests and staff...

Maggie,
I'm gonna check the bathroom!

Yeah.

Hurry up, come on.

Let's go! Go!

Sir, you have to get out.

There's a bomb
in the restaurant.

Wait, my son. He's in the stall.

Hey, you need to get out
right now.

- Go outside. Hurry!
- Yes, ma'am.

- Let's go, bud.
- You're okay. You're okay.

Maggie!

Maggie!

Maggie.

Are you all right?

Yeah, real great.

In fact, never freaking better.

Okay, let's get out of here.

I'm not supposed to be here
in the first place.

Hey, okay. Okay, guys.

Okay, let's...

- It was all her.
- No, it wasn't.

Come on, it was a team effort!

Good job.

Just glad we got there in time.

Great work, both of you.

Thank you.

Ma'am, if I may?

I just...

just want to congratulate
you, that's all.

Your profiling was spot-on,
your instincts...

You know, all of it.

You saved a lot
of lives just now.

Stay tuned for scenes
from our next episode.