尋日上電視做得幾好喎。
你分析聯儲局嗰個難題好到位。
第一，永遠唔好再用「難題」呢個字眼，
第二，我唔鍾意擦鞋仔。
不過我聽講你處理Kelton合併案做得幾好，
所以繼續努力啦。
Dale，我哋攞唔到Trinity單IPO。
就咁樣？一個無奈嘅搖頭就算？
好肯定咁樣唔會代替到
我哋啱啱冇咗嗰七千萬美金嘅費用。
唔好意思，我都唔知發生咩事。
我盡晒力㗎喇。
冇人會理你幾努力㗎，Dale。
我哋唔係派緊努力獎㗎。
所以你再出去贏單返嚟啦，呢個先係重點。
喂，大家留心聽吓！
排行榜啱啱出咗。
我哋喺十九間公司入面排第二。
如果出年再排第二嘅話，
你哋每一個
都要準備搵過第二份工。
Keller Hogan係華爾街
一百三十七年嚟最頂尖嘅投資銀行。
我哋唔會接受第二。
永遠都唔會。
會唔會太過火？
唔會，啱啱好。
你講大話。
有少少啦。
事實係，如果出年我哋排第二，
我自己都要搵過份新工。
冇得粉飾太平㗎。
睇吓啱啱送咗咩嚟俾你。
睇落幾高級喎。
華爾街，炸彈。
佔領華爾街2.0？
定係中東、俄羅斯、中國嘅極端組織。
同埋好多其他國家。
反資本主義、憎華爾街嘅人名單
好長㗎。
睇吓。
有咩發現？
管狀炸彈、釘、玻璃。
但我仲發現咗一啲牛皮膠紙碎
同埋灰色同黃色嘅金屬碎片。
灰色金屬即係鉛管。
黃色金屬係另一種彈片。
可能炸彈客將佢同玻璃碎、釘撈埋一齊
加強殺傷力。
你可唔可以即刻將膠紙同金屬碎片送去實驗室？
好。探員。
一個死，五個傷。
暫時未有人認責。
知唔知死者叫咩名？
Veronica Klein。
員工？
應該話係CEO。
Veronica Klein，四十五歲，
宇宙級嘅大師，
已婚，冇仔女，
耶魯大學畢業，史丹福MBA。
佢喺Keller Hogan做咗二十年。
十三個月前做咗CEO。
佢係頂尖、藍籌公司入面
第一位女性CEO。
我哋深入調查吓佢嘅生活、朋友同敵人。
呢個炸彈係衝住Veronica嚟嘅。
我哋要搵出原因。
可能純粹係因為性別。
佢被任命做CEO引起好大嘅憤怒。
批評嘅人覺得公司係想
平息MeToo運動嘅聲音，
而Veronica冇令佢哋失望。
佢第一次接受訪問就話，
「我嘅首要目標係要改變
華爾街普遍存在嗰種
以男性為中心嘅兄弟會文化」，
咁樣會樹立好多敵人。
所有高尚嘅目標都係咁㗎啦，係咪？
我哋已經確認個包裹係
由中城郵局寄出嘅。
好。即刻去攞附近
所有閉路電視錄影片。
知道。
我哋同Veronica老公傾咗未？
Maggie同OA而家同緊佢傾。
好。
具體嘅威脅？冇。
但絕對有好多擺到明
但唔具體嘅威脅。
你咩意思？
華爾街嘅人就係咁樣溝通㗎。
「你做得唔好，就炒魷。」
「你唔將我花紅加倍，我就辭職。」
「你辭職我就告你。」「你告我，我就反告你。」
咁多雄性激素，好攰㗎。
嗯，女人要生存都唔易，
唔好話要出人頭地。
你唔知㗎喇。
嗯，或者你知。
我估FBI都應該差唔多。
Dr. Klein，你知唔知道佢最近有冇同人
發生爭執或者衝突？
佢冇提過。
Veronica係個好叻嘅女人。
佢無畏無懼，聰明絕頂。
但佢作風強硬，又好有野心。
佢唔係靠運氣爬到上頂㗎。
大部分人都唔係。
尤其係女人。
佢有冇咩敵人？
有冇心懷不滿嘅員工？
我……我唔知。
唔該晒你抽時間見我哋。
如果你諗到任何其他
可能有用嘅嘢。
等陣。
有個男人，係……係個銀行家。
叫Nick Frost。
佢大概六、七個月前辭咗職。
佢……佢當時好激動。
同Veronica講話要摧毀佢嘅人生。
呢個資料好有用。多謝你。
總之搵到做呢單嘢嗰個狗雜種出嚟啦。
我哋會盡力。
我頭先忍唔住留意到你話
FBI好似華爾街嗰陣，你笑咗一笑。
我第一日去Quantico報到，
個教官問我係咪送我老公返工。
我哋去搵Nick Frost啦。
嘩，終於到喇。
我等咗你十五分鐘㗎喇。
我可以講咩呢，Nick？忙到甩轆嘛。
嗯。
你識唔識一個叫Veronica Klein嘅女人？
點解咁問？
因為佢死咗。
有人今朝寄咗個管狀炸彈俾佢。
就咁樣？
冇反應？唔覺得意外？
唔講句：「你咩意思呀，有人寄炸彈俾佢？」
原諒我，探員。
特別探員。
噢，原諒我，特別探員。
我傾向將自己嘅諗法同情緒收埋。
幾有趣喎。
咁呢封電郵似唔似係
一個會將諗法同情緒收埋嘅人寫㗎？
「我會炸到你開花，
向全世界講你其實係個大騙子。」
咁又點？佢今日俾人炸開花喎，Nick。
你……你哋係咪覺得……覺得係我做㗎？
你……你喺度講笑咋？
你睇我哋似講笑咩？
我係send咗封冇腦嘅電郵俾佢。
聽落更加似係個恐嚇。
似係個應驗咗嘅恐嚇，Nick。
Veronica呃鳩咗我三千三百萬美金。
咁我應該點做，送個鬆餅籃俾佢呀？
三千三百萬美金。
係，準確嚟講係三千三百四十萬美金。
咁Veronica究竟點樣呃鳩咗你
三千三百四十萬美金呀？
Veronica搶咗我傾返嚟嘅一單deal嘅功勞，
單deal收咗一億美金費用。
我分三分一㗎，明唔明？
喺華爾街有樣嘢永遠唔做得，
就係搶人哋啲客。
而Veronica，
嗰個全能嘅開明女王，就正正做咗呢樣嘢。
所以如果我冇喊苦喊忽嘅話，原諒我啦，好嘛？
呢條友邊位呀，Gordon Gekko失散咗好耐嘅仔？
你句句都聽得出佢嘅怨恨同厭女情意結。
「全能女王，開明。」
喺Veronica手下做嘢一定搞到佢癲咗。
問題係，佢係咪癲到
要放個管狀炸彈喺佢辦公室？
更好嘅問題係，下一個管狀炸彈
會幾時、喺邊度爆？
唔好意思，打斷吓。
監督特別探員Spencer Briggs。
你好，啱啱由Quantico過嚟。
我係Dana Mosier。
我係呢度嘅主管特別探員。
呢位係Jubal Valentine，
副主管特別探員。
有咩可以幫到你？
呃，係咁嘅，主管副局長Fritz
叫我過嚟做案件側寫。
所以我就係嚟……做案件側寫。
我好亂。
我同ADIC講咗我哋唔需要幫手，
因為我以前都係側寫員。
我相信佢只係想幫你減輕吓工作量。
噢，佢真係好體貼喇。
唔好意思，溝通上有啲甩漏，
真係㗎。
好消息係，我有信心
我可以喺度帶嚟啲價值。
我處理過好多連環炸彈案。
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.
And--and--and 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.
Hmm.
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?
Uh, they look like, uh, 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 every--every 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 a--a 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.
Uh, 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
or--or 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.
Uh, Maggie just sent over a surveillance video
from the coffee shop. Oh, 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.
Uh, 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.
Mm-hmm, 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.
Here's who I am: 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.
Mm-hmm.
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 it--Keller 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, uh, 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?
Uh, 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.
Hmm, 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 point--the 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. Uh, 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?
Uh...
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. Mm-hmm.
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.
I--I 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 7:22 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'm--I'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.
Uh, 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.
Oh, there he is. Bodega on 8th.
All right, he's in a hurry.
He looks worried. Mm.
Is there anything farther west?
Mm, uh, here.
ATM west of 9th.
好啦，佢行得慢咗，動作謹慎咗。
佢避開視線，
唔想引起注意。
原因就係咁。佢孭住個背囊。
但當佢行到第8街，
個背囊就唔見咗。
即係佢將佢擺低咗喺某度。
可唔可以繼續播段片？
佢可能會帶我哋搵到目標。
好，佢喺第18街轉左
入咗一條巷，向住宅區方向行，
但當佢行到間雜貨舖，
佢已經冇咗個背
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?
Mm, seven minutes?
Mm-hmm, 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?
Uh, 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.
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.
Oh, 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, uh...
uh, 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.
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