I cannot believe you got us in to see All Time Low. What, like we could miss the comeback tour?
Seeing them was our first date. Yeah, but how did you even afford the tickets?
The show was sold out. Five years married. You deserve the best for our anniversary. Meaning I don't want to know. [laughs] I love my wife! Oh. Whoa. Sorry about that, guys. Why don't you watch where you're walking?
Calm down. It was an accident. Calm down? You want to go right now?
OK, OK. My--my husband had a few too many. He didn't mean anything by it. He's sorry. No harm, no foul, right?
You guys have a nice night.
It's Fleet Week. What, are you trying to start a fight with the whole freaking Navy?
I could take him, 'cause your love makes me strong. [laughs] OK, I love you too. Come on, let's get you home before you try and fight the Army too. [gunfire]
I'll be honest, it's a lot. But I've taken the time, and I've really let myself feel all of it. And I know that grief is a process. It's gonna come and go. But I have been taking care of myself. And I just had my last session with my EAP counselor, and he agrees. I'm ready to be back. I got his recommendations, but I have to sign off that you are OK to return to the field. Maggie, losing your sister, that was an incredible trauma. And you said the exact same things after losing your husband, verbatim. I wish I could say I haven't been here before, but I have. I'm--I'm just-- I'm worried. Are you saying what we need to hear?
No. The man who killed my sister is dead. I got justice for Erin. I mean, as much I could. It wasn't the same thing with Jason. It took me years to get closure for him. Isobel, I'm good.
Are you ready to get back into it?
Jubal just flagged a double homicide in Flatbush. I'm ready.
OK.
OA, keep an eye on her.
I always do.
Hey, I wanted to say thanks for checking in on me back in Indiana. You really-- I know. Yeah. If I lost my sister, you would've done the same for me. I know. FBI? Yeah. Detective Hill, NYPD. Uh, Special Agent Maggie Bell. This is Special Agent Zidan. We got a call. Yeah, the wife there, she's a federal employee. Office of Inspector General. Guess we're up to bat. Sorry to pass the buck. What can you tell us?
Mel, her husband, Charlie Hakkenson. Executed after leaving a show at Kings Theatre late last night. Working theory is gang initiation, kids killing random civilians. Wrong place, wrong time. It happens. Any witnesses?
Some sailors on shore leave from Fleet Week. They called 911. I was just about to interview them. We can handle that. Thanks, Detective. Sure thing. Good luck. Thanks.
I exchanged some words with the husband, but we were walking away when I heard the tires squeal. So they weren't on foot?
A dark van pulled up next to them. Driver sprayed them with a pistol. It was over in a second. Over in a second?
There's two dozen shell casings on the ground. It couldn't have been that fast. It was automatic. Had an extended clip. Never seen anything like it. We ran over to try to help, maybe do CPR, but they were clearly dead. That's when I called 911. Did you happen to get a visual of the assailant, or a plate? Sorry, ma'am, no. It was dark. OK. Thanks for your help.
They're all .40 caliber. Pretty common. Yeah, I'll get them to Ballistics. Also, we should check out the security cams. Maybe we can ID the assailant that way.
I mean, gang initiation?
I don't know. And she's back. What are you thinking?
Well, I mean, popping off this many rounds and making sure they were dead?
That doesn't sound random. That sounds targeted.
All right, people, I need a coffee and a sitrep. Talk to me. So Mel and Charlie Hakkenson, age 32 and 33, shot dead late last night after a show in Flatbush. All right. We finding any reason why somebody would have wanted them dead? Not really. Social media indicates they were happily married five years. We're following up with family and friends, but so far, it doesn't sound like the Hakkensons had any enemies. Nothing's jumping out. Well, nothing yet, but we're just warming up, right?
Marnie, you didn't have to do that. You're my new favorite. [chuckles] Oh, wait. We--we have a video, don't we?
Yes, Maggie and OA found a camera that caught the shooting. We get a look at the shooter?
Uh, no, but we ID'd the van. NYPD reported it stolen two days ago, although no footage of the theft. OK. But we found casings at the scene, right?
We get anything from that? Yes, Ballistics ran it. Ejector marks on the underside of the casings confirm that weapon is a Glock pistol. Best guess, given it was chambered in .40 cal, Glock 22. Wait, wait. But the witness said he saw an automatic, right?
Yeah, it was probably modded with illegal parts. Using an autosear, you can turn any pistol into a fully automatic spray-and-pray handgun. OK. Any way to trace the mods through the shells or something? Unfortunately, no. Streets are swarming with modified handguns. ERT is dusting casings for prints, but not holding my breath. Right, so a whole bunch of nothing so far. But clearly, somebody wanted this married couple dead, so let's open up their story a bit. Where do they work? Where do they play?
Any red flags?
Charlie worked at the Port of New York as a longshoreman, unloading freight. Not so much as a parking ticket on his record. Mel was an analyst with the Office of Inspector General. Investigated complaints of fraud and waste inside the federal government. Right, she--she basically pissed people off for a living. I can relate. There could easily be a motive there, right? So let's bring her boss in, see what Mel was working on. OIG employees, they get threats all the time. Now we got these citizen journalists digging in on everything we do. We get paid peanuts to keep people honest, and then-- now this?
I'm sorry. It's OK. Uh, what did Mel do, exactly?
She was an analyst. Just crunching numbers, making sure they lined up. And these are all of her active audits?
Yeah, Mel oversaw just a handful of NGOs, federal contractors. And if she stumbled upon something during one of these audits?
She would have flagged it, and then she would have reported it to me.
There something you want to tell us, Abe?
Look, Mel was a great employee. Never any issue. I knew I could count on her, you know?
Three days ago, I get this alert. Mel had logged into one of our digital forensic tools after hours, completely off-book, not tied to any approved investigation. She was digging into some guy, his personal life, way out of bounds. I was gonna confront her about it... today. I don't know what she was looking for, but nothing good was gonna come out of it.
We're gonna need a name. All right, folks, eyes up. One of our vics was running an off-book investigation into this man, Donny Slimkowski. So run him through your systems, yeah?
All right, what do we know? OK. Donny, 34, born and raised in New Brunswick. He's got a spotty work history, but he was busted in 2014 for armed carjacking. Sentenced to 15 years in New Jersey State Prison, paroled out two weeks ago. Last known address is his mother's house. OK, this-- this sounds promising. Can we connect the thread between Mel Hakkenson and Donny? Who was he to her?
Why was she looking into him?
Yeah, took a deeper dive into Mel's social media. Looks like she, Charlie, and Donny, they all knew each other from high school. They were friends. Uh, more than friends. Mel and Donny used to date. Even signed a lease together in 2013. Right, so they were getting serious. A New York lease? That's commitment to me. Yeah, but while Donny was in prison, it ends. And plot twist-- Mel marries Charlie, sends Donny a note to explain. It's in his file, because afterwards, he sends her a series of threatening letters until he loses mail privileges. OK. Let's--let's track him down, yeah?
This is easy math, right?
Donny goes to prison, Mel breaks up with him and then marries his old pal, Charlie. And nine years later, Donny gets out. He's a scorned, jilted lover looking for payback. And Mel, concerned that Donny's out, looks him up. Boss. Yeah, where's Donny now? A plate reader just picked up a vehicle registered to him crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. Have a team pick him up.
Donny Slimkowski, FBI! Damn it, he's booking it!
Hey! Hey!
Get off me! Let's go. On the ground now! [grunting] Donny Slimkowski, you're under arrest.
Mel and Charlie are dead?
Spraying 20 rounds into people can have that effect on them. We're not telling you anything that you don't already know. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I didn't have anything to do with this. When was this? Donny, stop, all right?
We know that you were in love with Mel. You went to prison, she broke your heart and married your best friend. I did not-- I would never hurt Mel or Charlie. When was this? When?
Yeah, when'd they get killed?
11:30 last night. In the city? In Flatbush. Yeah, see, I was in-- I was in Jersey all night. I--I have to be. It's part of my parole. I can't leave the state. Donny, my partner fed you New York State pavement not more than an hour ago. That's why I ran. I didn't want to get violated. I stayed at my cousin's last night in Jersey. There's, like, four people who can vouch for me. So what were you doing in the city today?
[sighs] Charlie had something going on. Easy money, he said. He said he'd cut me in. He called, like, a week ago, knew I got out. Life-changing money, he said.
All right, I'll bite. So what can you tell us about this life-changing money scheme? The ports. Uh, his boss had it all figured out-- they were smuggling things in through the ports. That's what he said.
They're really gone. Yeah.
All right. So this is Charlie's boss?
Yeah. Ron Strumberger, 58. He's been a longshoreman for 20 years, foreman for six. He's divorced. Kids are with the ex-wife. Seems like a solid citizen on paper. Any criminal record?
Uh, misdemeanor drunk in public from 15 years ago. Otherwise, no. All right, so what is he moving to generate all this cash?
Drugs, guns, what?
Whatever it is, maybe he didn't want Charlie's ex-con buddy cut in on it. Oh, yeah. Loose lips sink ships. So shady foreman Ron flies off the handle, silences his guy for getting sloppy. That plays. Where's Ron now?
His phone is pinging at home. Mid-workday. Let's go have a chat.
Maggie. I see it.
OA. That looks like an eyeball. Yeah. [exhales]
Whoa.
Ron Strumberger. What's left of him.
All right, so Ron Strumberger, a person of interest in our double homicide, just up and found himself murdered, which either makes it a triple homicide or, I don't know, maybe this is an eye for an eye kind of thing. No way he could have been involved in the hit on the Hakkensons. Preliminary ME report on Ron came in. He was tortured and killed roughly 18 hours before. Right, OK. So he smuggled something through the port and runs afoul of the people he's working with, and so they--they torture him until he gives up Charlie?
No. We're missing something here. Yeah, that picture's still pretty blurry. But ERT processed partial prints from Ron's body. All right, tell me when it spits something out. Oh, and keep digging into Ron and Charlie. Let's turn their lives inside out. What--what passes illegally through this port?
Drugs, weapons, counterfeit goods?
You know what, Elise? Let's have a team talk to the CBP supervisor at the port. Maybe they can help shed some light. Me and Ron locked horns a few times, but he was good people. I can't believe he and Charlie are dead. Well, not just Charlie. His wife Mel was killed too. The wife too? That's awful. Help us out. How's all this work? Ron and his guys unload the cargo from the ships, get it organized for inspection. Clears customs, it's free to leave the port. Now, it's possible that Ron and Charlie could have made a container go missing before it hit inspection. It happens, in history. Hey, O'Dell, lunch was over an hour ago. Get back to work. You personally sign off on every container that comes through here? [chuckles] Special Agent Bell, take a look around. I got 21,000 cans coming through here on a slow day. Meanwhile, I lost 20% of my inspectors to federal budget cuts. There's just-- there's simply no way that we can inspect all of them. Uh, but-- It's the JOC. It's a miracle we can... Hey, Jubal. Speaking with the supervisor. What's up?
Hey, we got a hit on those partials ERT pulled from Ron Strumberger's body. Has the suspect got a criminal record?
Worse. He's a fed. He's the guy you're talking to, Border Patrol Supervisor Wolincott. You need to bring him in. Got it.
Cuff him. What?
Fingerprints were on Ron's body. Wait, I-- whoa, I didn't kill him! No, I--look, I heard about Charlie's murder on New York One this morning. I was spinning out. So I wanted to go check in with Ron, except when I get there I find him in that chair, missing an eyeball. So I--I checked his pulse. That's it, you know?
I--I swear I didn't kill him. He was ice-cold when I got there. Well, you should have called 911.
I think I need to talk to a lawyer. Why, because you're involved?
You have every right to talk to a lawyer, but that's gonna slow everything down, and the killer's gonna walk away. And it will reduce the value of your cooperation. [sighs] I want immunity. You tell the AUSA. All right, we can talk to them, but we can't make any promises. David, you want to help yourself?
This is your moment.
[sighs] I've been helping Ron for years, letting the odd container slip through without inspection. And what were they smuggling? I didn't want to know. I just took my cut, looked the other way, kept it clean. Well, there's nothing clean about three murders. So what changed this time?
Ron got suspicious, peeked in a container, saw... something. Got greedy. He went to go squeeze his clients for even more cash. A shakedown? Sure. Ron told Charlie to drive the container out of the port, stash it someplace while he went back to them. Must have rubbed them the wrong way. I--I warned him, I did, not to push his luck. Who's the client? [sighs] I'm telling you, I wasn't involved like that. Only Ron knew. OK, what about the container? Can you ID it?
Sure, but it's long gone. And only Charlie knew where Ron wanted to hide it. Don't be so sure. Let's go.
All right, listen up. Wolincott says this is the container we are looking for, and whatever was inside already got three New Yorkers killed. We got full cooperation from Customs and the Federal Maritime Commission, so let's find it before anyone else dies. What do we know? Uh, right. The container in question was loaded onto the MV "Magaard Messina" in Istanbul two weeks ago by a Turkish distributor Behrend Exports. Now, according to the manifest, it was coffee. Well, I like Turkish brew as much as the next guy, but something tells me this is not about beans. Well, isn't java the go-to good for drug traffickers trying to throw off the scent-sniffing dogs? Well, yeah. Less vital when the dogs are on the payroll, but-- Uh, tracking the "Messina's" course, it looks like the container arrived at the Port of New York and New Jersey three days ago. OK, what happened next?
Can we track its movements out of the port?
There are cameras located throughout the terminals. I'm cross-referencing with Charlie's last few shifts. Here we go. Yep?
Once it was offloaded from the ship, Charlie placed it in secondary holding. Then two days ago, at 12:48 p.m., Charlie exits the port at Essex Avenue, driving the container out. OK. Can we trace it via GPS, or-- No, the cab isn't outfitted with ELD tracker and there's no GPS devices on the container. All right, well, finding a 40-foot shipping container in New York City should not be that difficult. Somebody prove me right. Yes, I may have a way. If I pull images from the container's BIC ID numbers like so, I can cross-reference it against street cams, pole cams, social media posts. Looks like something's happening. Yeah, got something. OK. It's a post from a tagger a day ago. Container in the background. Yeah, I'm geolocating the image. Scrap metal dealer in Brooklyn. All right, get a team there now.
JOC said it was here. First day back. You doing all right?
Isobel ask you to check up on me?
It's not a conspiracy, Maggie. I was gonna do it anyway. It's tough. I'll be all right.
OA. Customs seal's broken. Well, whatever they were smuggling has got to be long gone by now.
All I'm seeing is what was on the manifest.
Who kills three New Yorkers over coffee beans?
Come here.
Move these.
I don't think they were smuggling drugs. They were transporting someone. But who?
So ERT obtained saliva samples and prints from the cans found in the container. We ran the DNA through NDIS. Nothing popped. Then we tried the Interpol database, and that's where it gets interesting.
Anzor Gery, the Chechen bomb maker?
Legendary bomb maker. Yeah, red notice by Interpol. He's on their terrorism watch list for ties to multiple groups in Eastern Europe. Are--are you saying what I think you're saying?
Someone smuggled a terrorist into New York City and executed anyone who knew about it.
What has Anzor Gery been up to lately?
Uh, so according to Interpol, he specializes in building highly lethal IEDs. He's suspected in attacks that have killed pro-Russian forces in Chechnya. He's also linked to transnational organized crime rings operating in Eastern Europe, who've used his explosives to blast open bank vaults. Interpol lost track of Anzor when he disappeared in Chechnya three years ago. RUMINT was that he was taken to a Russian black site or killed. [sighs] And now he's back from the grave. Well, whoever murdered our victims, they smuggled Anzor here for a reason. Right. We find him, we find our killer. Can we tie this guy to any known groups operating stateside? Team's digging in. So far, nothing. I mean, we don't know who Anzor's working with or what they could possibly want on U.S. soil. Well, whatever it is, we won't like it. You know what?
Let's have our agents press their CIs, see if they've heard any whispers. I know someone who might be able to help. Yeah?
But he's not gonna be happy to see us. Us?
Hey, maybe you could help us. I'm looking for an anniversary gift for my lovely wife. You've come to the right place. Is there anything particular you-- Well, you know what?
I'm gonna let her tell you.
Do you have any of your marquise-cut garnet pendants?
The way they catch the light is so beautiful. Unfortunately, we've not had a shipment in quite a while.
You do not want to disappoint my wife. Trust me.
Yeah, well, I have some other pieces in the private showroom, uh, you might be interested in if you'd just, uh, join me. Mm. Hmm.
It's been a while, Ruslan.
When you took out Alexi and his psychos, you told me I was done. My debt has been paid. Well, CI agreements may conclude, but relationships never end. [sighs]
Anzor Gery is here in New York.
Impossible. We have his DNA. There's no doubt. We need your help. Do you have any idea where Anzor could be hiding?
No. Whatever operation he is involved with, it--it's quiet. I haven't heard a thing. We believe the people that Anzor's working with have already murdered three New Yorkers. [sighs] Grozny, 2023. Anzor set off an IED made out of TATP, took out a building while attacking a pro-Russian convoy. 27 civilians dead. You'll have a lot more death on your hands if you don't catch him. Then give us something to work with. It's not my world anymore, Agent Castille.
Get out of my shop.
All right, folks. So uh, Isobel's CI was a bust, but he did mention that Anzor had used TATP as an explosive material. What is that again?
Uh, TATP, a.k.a. mother of Satan, favored by terrorists because it can be made from everyday chemicals. Right. So Anzor can manufacture it using off-the-shelf ingredients? Yeah, but he would need a lot of hydrogen peroxide. That's one of the active ingredients. But if he is buying it in bulk, it would pop up on our radar. We would be aware. Which is why I'm looking into hydrogen peroxide manufacturers. OK, great. We're thinking, uh, some bulk order, some wholesale purchase, yeah?
Yeah, you could do that. Or you can buy the whole damn company. Look at this. New Jersey-based chemical manufacturer bought out of bankruptcy two months ago by an offshore firm, Crown Chemicals. Crown Chemicals. Hey, Homeland, can you check if Crown Chemicals comes up in connection to any Eastern European organized crime ring?
According to bankruptcy documents, one of the assets purchased was a large stock of hydrogen peroxide. Yeah?
It's in a warehouse in Bayonne. OK. Let's coordinate with our Newark office, get our agents and SWAT down there to investigate. Sniper on overwatch hasn't seen any movement inside. There's a lot of chemicals in there.
Breach it.
FBI! Get up on your feet! Thank God!
Anzor Gery, keep those hands where we can see them. No, no, no! You do not understand. They forced me! They made me do it!
You have to understand, I never wanted to make bombs. Says the man responsible for the deaths of 27 civilians. The blood on my hands is a stain I can never wash away. Three years ago, I was abducted from my home by Chechen separatists. They knew what I was capable of. They forced me to build IEDs to use against pro-Russian forces in Chechnya. Well, you're a long way from Chechnya. So how did you get out?
When the Chechens needed more funds for their cause, they sold me to Houthi fighters. Rebels in Yemen. I refused to work with them. They were ruthless, cruel men. They beat me. But that only strengthened my resolve, until they threatened to kill my wife and son. I'm sorry, but I did not want to do what they forced me to do. You're telling me the Houthis smuggled you into the United States?
Yes, Agent Scola, the Houthis are here, planning an attack. They blame you, America, for the deaths in their country. People will die. The Houthis are on the ground here?
I thought they were pirates in the Red Sea. Well, they're insurgents waging civil war against the Yemeni government-- the U.S. is unofficially at war with them. Wait, where are you going?
If there's any truth to what he said, I've got to make a call. Where's the attack happening?
What's the intended target?
They never said, but they needed bombs. They made me build two shaped charges, 50 pounds each. Small enough to fit in a backpack. Backpack bombs means they could be headed anywhere in the city. They're carrying enough explosive power to blow up an entire city block. I didn't want anything to do with this. You must believe me. OK, if what you say is true, Anzor, you won't be held responsible. But we need to know who is behind this attack so we can stop them. He never told me his name. I only heard his men refer to him as As-Saqaar, Arabic for the Falconer.
Thank you, Nikki, for coming down. Sure, New York Station's always happy to help our friends, the FBI. So Falconer is stateside, huh? Yeah. What can you tell us about him?
Well, his real name is Hamzah al-Haddad. He's a senior commander with the Houthis. He leads a unit that's been firing anti-ship missiles into the Red Sea for months. Al-Haddad is violent. He shows no mercy. All right, so he's tough on his own turf, but what about an away game? He have the resources to pull off an op here?
And then some. Yeah?
CIA's CT Mission Center has tracked intel that international shipping firms have been sending the Houthis $180 million a month in protection. It's all under the table, of course. They make sure their shipments aren't attacked while transiting the Red Sea. If al-Haddad is on the ground in New York, you've got your work cut out for you. Do you have any idea about his targets?
Best guess, he'll go with what he knows. Container ship at the ports, maybe cruise ship terminal. We'll dig in. Wait, Jubal. Yeah? Look.
It's Fleet Week. We just brought the perfect target straight to him.
Everybody listen up. I just got off with the Pentagon. We believe al-Haddad and his Houthi militants are targeting Fleet Week. Currently, we have eight U.S. Navy ships docked at piers throughout the city for visitation by the public. This is Nikki Reynard from the State Department. She will be lending a hand. Don't worry, folks, I won't slow you down. OK, so--so NYPD, let's start evacuating civilians from those areas. Uh, Kelly, Marnie, we need to scrub every street cam from Lower Manhattan. Let's see if we can get a fix on al-Haddad. Uh, Elise, look for some kind of connection between al-Haddad and these ships. If we can figure out what his target is, I think we'll have a fighting chance, right?
How vulnerable are these ships?
I mean, the Navy has security checks, no-bag policies, but we know these bombs are compact, right? So... Well, al-Haddad smuggled a Chechen bomb maker into this country. He can get around a bag policy. We have a target-rich environment. He could take out multiple ships. OK, so we need to get agents to each one of these Fleet Week locations, yeah? No, no. It's more personal than that. The USS "Maldonado", a guided missile destroyer, was deployed last year in an anti-Houthi operation. The Navy was trying to protect commercial shipping. The "Maldonado" was in the Red Sea. It had an incident during deployment. The "Maldonado" launched a strike against a suspected Houthi missile site. It had bad intel. The strike killed 20 civilians, including al-Haddad's wife and daughter.
OK, OK, all right. This is a-- a revenge mission. How many sailors aboard the "Maldonado"?
Yeah, a full complement, over 300. Where's it docked now?
Pier 124, out near the Throggs Neck Bridge in the Bronx. Isobel, I need to update my team. I'll walk you up. OK, we need to spool up a helicopter. I want a team on the "Maldonado." If there's a bomb already aboard that ship, I want to find it!
[indistinct radio chatter] Captain Hannah Greene. Special Agents Ramos and Scola. Thanks for coming aboard. Is this the device? FBI bomb tech. This is a handheld explosive detector that will collect trace amounts of TATP. Understood. Where are we at?
Ship's clear of civilians. I've got every sailor sweeping the ship as we speak. Nothing to report yet. OK. Your crew notice anything suspicious on today's tours?
It's Fleet Week. Number of tourists, families passing through-- it'd be easy to slip away if you knew what you were doing. How much of the ship did you take the public through?
Main deck, the bridge where we're standing. Never the lower levels. We're still gonna sweep the entire thing. If there are bombs on board, we're gonna find them. Have we heard from Eva and Scola yet?
They're in mid-sweep. Nothing yet. That's if the bombs are even on board. Jubal, got a report of shots fired off 151st Street out in Queens, right on the waterfront. Yeah, put up a map.
It's a clear line of sight across the East River to Pier 124 in the Bronx. That's where the USS "Maldonado's" docked. That's what, 2 miles as the crow flies?
Or a drone. Yeah. It's worth checking out. Get Maggie and OA there now. [gunfire]
FBI! You the backup?
SWAT will be here in a minute. What happened?
[gunfire] My partner tried to cite him for illegally parking near the water. [gunfire] Out of nowhere, he pulls the heavy artillery and started blasting. [gunfire] We believe that these men have control over two bombs. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. OK, we need to move fast. Can you lay down suppressive fire for us?
Hey, FBI want some glory. Let's help them out and pin these guys down. [gunfire] Go! [gunfire]
[gunfire] [yelps]
I got a Glock 22 with a switch. Hakkensons' killer. Any of these guys al-Haddad?
No. Five shooters down. Haddad's not here. Someone else. Let's go.
Are those the bombs?
They were.
OA?
They're on the drones.
Captain, we just got word that two drones have launched from the opposite side of the East River and are likely targeting this ship. Summon general quarters, spin up our radar, and activate the CIC. General quarters. General quarters... Captain, confirmed. Two birds in the air, bearing 357 degrees. Range, 3,400 meters, closing fast. So what's the plan here, Captain?
Our Aegis combat system is offline. Half the crew is on shore leave. Our close-in weapon system isn't traveling with a full loadout. Wait. Are you telling me that a warship the size of a building doesn't have a way to combat a drone attack?
We shouldn't need weapon systems in New York Harbor. Do we need to evacuate the remaining sailors on board?
This is a U.S. Naval warship, Agent Ramos. We don't evacuate.
This is the Shershnya-150, a kamikaze attack drone. Its dimensions match the transport cases that Maggie and OA found on the beach. OK, so we got two of these in the air right now. Each carrying a 50-pound bomb. How long till impact? FAA is tracking the drones. Based on their speed, a little over four minutes. Two 50-pound bombs can do a lot of damage to that destroyer. Can we just shoot them down? No. No, the FBI doesn't have that kind of anti-drone technology, and we are not shooting bombs out of the sky above New York City. Hey, the drones aren't autonomous, which means they're being piloted. Oh, OK, so--so odds are, al-Haddad's in control. Can we piggyback the signal, control the drones from here?
In less than four minutes? I'll try. Please do! Hey, Maggie, OA, listen up. We believe al-Haddad has the controls. You need to find him and secure that controller. Copy that. He could be anywhere. No. No, I think he'd want a front-row seat to watch that ship go down that killed his wife and daughter. [radio static crackling] Did you hear that?
Yeah. Oh. Maybe the JOC can trace it. It's a Motorola R7. Hey, Ian, we can trace that, right?
Theoretically, but it has to be in use. Less than three minutes to impact. OK, Maggie, OA, we might be able to reverse trace the signal from the radio, but it needs to be transmitting.
Hamzah al-Haddad, this is Special Agent Maggie Bell. We know what you're trying to do. This attack isn't gonna make everything right.
We're running out of time. Hamzah, I know you can hear me. Hamzah. Come on, talk to me. I want to help you. You cannot understand.
Got a hit. OK, OK. Maggie, keep him talking. Tell me why. Why can't I understand?
We got two minutes to impact. You can talk to me. Please. My wife was killed. My daughter was killed. And for what? Nothing. That ship killed them. They had no part in this fight. Hamzah, I'm sorry for what happened to your family, but killing innocent sailors isn't gonna bring them back.
Those sailors were not innocent. Would your wife want this?
Would these murders make her proud?
She was more forgiving than me. Hamzah, don't do this.
Ian, please tell me you got a location. No, not enough for a trace. You heard that, right?
He was talking over some machine. Over there. Let's try. Come on. 1:30 to impact.
This is the clearest sightline. He's got to be around here. Down there on the beach.
Hamzah, it's over! Drop the controller. You cannot stop this. One minute.
Put it down now! Give me this. 50 seconds. What's going on?
Jubal, we have one of the controllers. OK, how does-- how does she disable it?
An override code. Al-Haddad had to have programmed it when he armed the drones.
OA, I don't know how to disable this. They're locked on. It's too late. They will pay for what they did to my family.
T-minus 12 seconds. Brace.
OK, you gotta try. What is the code? [spits] OK, I'm jamming the drone's signal. Try to take control.
You got it? Come on, come on.
You got 10 seconds!
Five seconds! OK, I got one.
[exhales] OK. No.
[monitor chirping] Eva, Scola, are you OK?
Yeah, yeah. A little shook up, but, um, I think we're all good here. [exhales]
Great work, everyone.
You said that I wouldn't understand what's fueling you. I know grief, and I know anger. And believe me when I say I know the emptiness you feel inside. You know nothing.
Copy.
Scola and Eva are on their way back to 26 Fed. No one was hurt. They're OK. Good. What about you?
He thought that revenge would fill the hole in him.
Nothing's gonna make that go away.
I realized something today.
I think I've been trying to push past, the same way I did with my husband, and I can't.
I'm not OK. DiStefano killed my baby sister, and I--and I try to tell myself that it's not my fault. But I had to watch my parents sob at Erin's funeral. 我真係唔掂。DiStefano 殺咗我個細妹，我不斷同自己講，呢件事唔關我事。但喺 Erin 嘅喪禮上面，我眼白白睇住阿爸阿媽喊到崩潰。
I'm the reason they're in pain. And I try to take it day by day. It's like I'm not even here anymore, you know? Like I'm in this nightmare that I can't wake up from. 佢哋咁痛苦，都係因為我。我嘗試逐日捱過去，但就好似我已經唔存在咁，你明唔明？就好似喺一個永遠都醒唔返嘅惡夢入面。
I'm never gonna be the woman that I was before. 我永遠都做唔返以前嗰個我。
I don't know who I am now. So how do I look my team in their eyes and say, you can rely on me? 我而家連自己係邊個都唔知。咁我點樣可以望住我班隊友對眼，同佢哋講「你可以信得過我」？
How? 點樣？
I've got to figure this out, Isobel, because the truth is, this job is the only thing I have left. 我一定要諗通佢，Isobel，因為講真，呢份工係我唯一剩低嘅嘢。
Maggie, we've got you. We're gonna get you through this. This is where you're meant to be. Maggie，有我哋喺度。我哋會陪你捱過去。你係屬於呢度㗎。