- 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]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- 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.
[knocking]
- Are you ready to get back into it?
Jubal just flagged a double homicide in Flatbush.
- I'm ready.
- OK.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
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?
[tense music]
- 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!
[suspenseful music]
Hey! - Hey!
♪ ♪
- Get off me! - Let's go.
On the ground now!
- [grunting]
- Donny Slimkowski, you're under arrest.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
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.
- [sighs]
Maggie. - I see it.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
OA.
- That looks like an eyeball. - Yeah.
[exhales]
♪ ♪
Whoa.
- Ron Strumberger.
- What's left of him.
[tense music]
- 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.
[soft dramatic music]
- 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.
[dramatic music]
- 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.
[tense music]
- 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.
[ominous music]
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?
[metal banging]
- 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?
[siren blaring distantly]
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.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- 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.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
Breach it.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[chain rattles]
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.
[ominous music]
- 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.
[tense music]
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!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[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]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[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.
[drones whirring]
♪ ♪
- 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?
[alarm blaring]
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.
[suspenseful music]
[radio static crackles]
- 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.
[machinery buzzing]
- Those sailors were not innocent.
- Would your wife want this?
[machinery buzzing]
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.
♪ ♪
[tool buzzing]
- 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.
[alarm blaring]
- 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.
[drones whirring]
- You got 10 seconds!
[drones whirring]
Five seconds!
- OK, I got one.
♪ ♪
[explosion]
[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]
[soft triumphant music]
♪ ♪
- [exhales deeply]
- 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?
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- 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.
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.
♪ ♪
I'm never gonna be the woman that I was before.
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?
How?
I've got to figure this out, Isobel, because the truth is,
this job is the only thing I have left.
♪ ♪
- Maggie, we've got you.
We're gonna get you through this.
This is where you're meant to be.
♪ ♪
[wolf howls]