[horns honking, sirens wailing]
[engine roaring]
- I can't believe you've fallen for this again.
- You crazy?
We've got Lindor, Soto, and Baschel leading off.
- Yeah, it's like a video game lineup.
- Exactly. So what's the problem?
[radio chatter]
- The problem is that the front of their jersey
still says Mets.
[tires screeching]
- The National League Championship Series,
and honestly...
[engine roaring]
- Something wrong?
- No.
Maybe.
- Probably late to work.
[dramatic music]
[gunshot, glass shattering]
- Look out!
Dispatch, alpha tango six!
We are under attack!
I repeat, we are under attack!
[gunshot, glass shattering]
[gun cocking]
Dispatch, do you read?
Come in!
[tires squealing]
[gunshots]
[tires squeal]
- My phone ain't working either, man.
- They must be jamming our signal.
Hold on.
[tires squealing]
♪ ♪
[tires whistling, truck rattling]
[engine rumbling]
- If this truck stops, we're sitting ducks.
♪ ♪
- We've got three minutes. Let's move.
♪ ♪
- Open up.
Open up, or I'll blow it.
♪ ♪
Good boy.
♪ ♪
[gunshots] - [grunts]
[gun whizzes and rattles]
- [groaning]
♪ ♪
- Shoot it down!
You're leaking. - Oh, it's just a scratch.
- You guys are making a mistake.
We can't open the cargo bay.
- Now, don't worry. We brought our own key.
[buzzing]
[metal clanks]
♪ ♪
[train horn blares]
[siren wailing]
- I have a feeling it's gonna be one of those days.
I should have called in sick.
- This is a total mess.
- A total and complete inside-out mess.
- Things weren't like this when we signed up, Maggie.
The whole world feels like it's coming apart at the seams.
- Well, at least we have each other.
Isobel.
- Thank you for getting here so quickly.
- Yeah, of course. - This one's a red ball.
- What happened?
- At 7:15 a.m., an armored transport
departed the Kingsdale Institute for Virology.
It's a federally funded BSL 3 lab.
- Yeah, they study dangerous pathogens.
Where were they headed?
- An off-site government storage facility.
But four masked thieves hit the truck
before it ever got there.
- In broad daylight on a parkway.
- Yeah, they cut open the back door
and took high-risk biohazard samples,
all in the matter of three minutes.
- High-risk?
What did they steal, anthrax or SARS?
- Well, I'm afraid that information
is above your pay grade.
Mine too, apparently.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
I do not like doing my job blindfolded,
but the JOC is in communication with the CDC.
We've got to figure out who hit this truck and fast.
- Understood.
- They bricked the engine with something heavy.
By the size of the crater, it's looking like a 50-cal.
- So not just highly trained, they're highly resourced.
- What are the chances this was an inside job?
- It's too soon to say.
Witnesses saw the crew abduct the driver
and the guard at gunpoint.
- If the rip was successful, why kidnap the employees?
- Covering their tracks?
- Well, looks like they left one.
[tense music]
- All right, folks, come on in.
Listen up.
45 minutes ago, a highly skilled team
hit an armored transport
coming from Kingsdale Institute of Virology.
The driver, Teddy Navado, and a guard, Bradley McCoy,
were both abducted, along with one container
of unidentified pathogen samples.
- Yeah, but if we don't have clearance
to know what they took, how are we supposed to know--
- Yes, we need to operate as if we are dealing with the worst.
But, you know, feel free to hope for the best.
All right, where are we?
Any leads on the forerunner our crew was using?
- Plates are fake.
Put out a BOLO just in case. - Great, yeah.
Send it wide. What else?
- Yeah, I ran the DNA from that blood smear
Maggie found through CODIS.
It was a dead end.
- OK, please tell me there's
a subordinating conjunction coming.
- Until I cross-reference it
with the DOD's database for identifying remains,
you know, just in case.
Meet Devon Reinhardt.
- OK, eyes up!
- He's a former Army Ranger,
two tours in the Middle East,
discharged three years ago.
No work history since.
- Oh, OK.
Special ops guys aren't known to sit on their hands.
No work in three years?
- That's what it says officially.
- Well, officially, I'm not buying it.
Officially, I wouldn't even rent it.
This guy's been working in the shadows.
- Yeah, working hard to steal something
we don't even have clearance to get read in on.
Something's not adding up.
- Well, let's not fight.
You have an LKA?
- Yeah, Sunset Park.
Lives with a Tanya Mills.
- All right, let's go meet Tanya.
- Stay frosty.
We don't know what we're walking into here.
Tanya Mills.
FBI.
Oh, no, no, I wouldn't do that.
Can you set the bag down for me, please?
Let's sweep the house.
- Devon Reinhardt--are we gonna find him in there?
- Federal agents!
- Devon hasn't been here in weeks.
- OK.
You're just, what, going on a grocery run, is it?
- Look, Tanya, we don't have time for lies.
Your boyfriend just robbed an armed transport
carrying deadly pathogen samples
and kidnapped the driver and the guard.
- No, no way. There's--he would never.
- I got his blood at the scene.
So tell me where he is, Tanya.
- That's--Devon disappears for months at a time.
He never tells me where he goes.
All I know is that when he's back,
the fridge is full and the bills are paid.
- That's funny, because his file says that
he hasn't worked in three years.
- I don't think you're understanding
the seriousness of the situation, OK?
People could die, all right?
So do you want to be an accessory to that?
- No, no, no, no.
Look, Devon called this morning.
He said to go into the shed and grab a bag.
Said that I'd understand once I looked inside.
- This bag?
[tense music]
Everything you'd need to survive a bio attack.
- You clearly know something.
So if you can't tell us where he is,
then tell us who he's with.
- When Devon called this morning,
I heard a voice in the background.
It had to be Charlie.
- Who's Charlie?
- Charlotte "Charlie" Martinez, 35.
She's an ex-MARSOC Raider.
- According to Tanya, she and Devon are tight.
Owns the bar
Devon made his call from inside this morning.
- OK, so a Special Ops Marine
and an Army Ranger steal a pathogen.
They do it for money or ideology?
- Ask them yourself when you get them into custody.
Let's move in--quietly.
♪ ♪
[distant screaming]
♪ ♪
[electricity crackling]
- FBI! Hands up!
- [panting]
- Drop your weapons!
- Everyone, take it easy.
- Devon Reinhardt, we know you and your guys
hit up that armored truck this morning.
Where's the pathogen?
- We're asking the same question.
- I told you already, we don't have it.
- Whatever's going on here, it ends now.
- Not even close.
- Oh, you all are way out over your skis.
This is a sanctioned op.
- Sanctioned by who?
- By me.
Everything we've done today,
we did on behalf of the U.S. government.
So lower your weapons.
♪ ♪
- Anna Vorpe.
♪ ♪
- Isobel, can I speak with you for a second first?
- No, we're late,
and Anna Vorpe is briefing us on her op.
Look, apparently,
whatever was on that truck is still out there.
- Isobel,
she had two U.S. citizens hooked up to car batteries.
We can't just look the other way.
- Listen, when she sent Oslo into 26 Fed,
I tried to expose her.
The Secretary of Defense contacted me personally.
She is protected.
Only a silver bullet could take her out.
- If this doesn't qualify, what does?
- That is not a riddle we're gonna solve today.
Come on.
- Kingsdale isn't a BSL 3 lab.
It is a top-secret BSL 4 gain-of-function
research facility.
- Where, what, scientists study
the most dangerous pathogens on the planet?
- Close.
They design them, modify them,
make doomsday weapons that can fit in your pocket.
Kingsdale houses exotic infectious agents
with high fatality rates and no known treatments.
- So something real bad got out?
- NSA picked up chatter about an imminent bio attack
in New York City using a deadly novel pathogen
studied only at Kingsdale.
Turns out, that pathogen
was scheduled for transport this morning
to a secure facility.
- Why not just cancel the transport,
keep it back at Kingsdale?
- The truck was already on the road
by the time we got the intel.
Our primary theory was that terrorists
were gonna attempt to steal it from its destination.
We had to act fast.
- So you hit the truck en route
to take the pathogen off the board.
- Yeah, but the pathogen wasn't in the truck.
The original vials had been tampered with.
- So you thought that the driver and the guard
had something to do with it?
- Yeah.
- So you kidnap and torture them for intel?
- Enhanced interrogation.
- And how'd that work out for you?
- They were clean, turns out.
- Enough.
We have to assume the hostile actors
are in possession of a deadly bioweapon
that could decimate the city.
We're on it.
- No.
The FBI will assist Anna's team in recovery of the pathogen.
She'll run point.
[tense music]
- No, not-- not until she tells us
exactly what the hell it is we're dealing with.
♪ ♪
- All right, folks, listen up.
We finally know what we're hunting, and it is, uh...
- Bad. - Yes, that.
It's a pathogen called EMA,
which is short for Emuro Arenaviridae.
Tell us about it. - So, guys,
this is one of the most transmittable RNA viruses
known to epidemiologists.
It originates from rodent reservoirs,
and it's airborne.
- According to records that Anna Vorpe shared,
this is a synthesized strain
that causes hemorrhagic fever, delirium, organ failure,
all within 36 hours of exposure.
The fatality rate is 98%.
- Right, and there's no known treatment.
So if this thing were to get out into the wild,
it would be catastrophic.
- And that is being generous.
This is NIH's simulation
of an EMA outbreak in New York City
after 12 hours,
24, 36.
- That would wipe out half the city.
- Yeah, we're not gonna let that happen.
All right, so how do we find this pathogen?
- Well, I think it's safe to assume the samples
never made it onto that transport van, right?
So they must have been taken directly from the lab.
- Who was the lead virologist at Kingsdale?
♪ ♪
- These aren't flu vaccines.
When we transport deadly pathogens,
there are protocols on top of protocols.
- The vials that we found on the armored truck
labeled EMA had been tampered with, OK?
They turned out to be some kind of mixture
of sodium hydrochloride. - That's household bleach.
- OK, that tells me that the vials from your lab
never made it onto the truck in the first place.
- You don't understand.
A designated biosafety officer oversees
sample shipments from start to finish.
- Isn't that biosafety officer you?
- Yes, I packaged the samples
in a hermetically sealed container,
and I prepped them for relocation.
But they were all there when I left the lab last night.
Unless...
- Unless what?
- Someone must have swapped the EMA out
with sodium hypochlorite before I packed them up.
But that would be insane.
- So you're saying that anybody
could just tamper with your samples?
- No, of course not.
Specimen fridge only opens with a badge.
- So if it wasn't you that opened up the fridge
and swapped out the samples, who was it?
♪ ♪
- Meet Dr. Abadi's lab assistant, Eloise Karcher.
She arrived at Kingsdale yesterday morning,
and you'll see she's not carrying anything.
Now, this is her leaving at 10:17 p.m.
Notice anything different?
- Yeah, she's got luggage.
All right, so it looks like our inside man is a woman.
And she walked those pathogen samples
right out the front door last night.
So where is she now?
Have we been able to track her since then?
- Negative.
Phone's been offline for hours.
- OK, NYPD and Port Authority,
I want her face plastered all over the city.
Meantime, what do we know about Dr. Karcher?
Anything we can use to track her?
- She's a postdoctoral fellow at Kingsdale.
Been working there two years.
- OK, so is she a foreign plant
or a part of a domestic terror group?
- She grew up in Rhinebeck, no political affiliation,
no money problems, never even left the country.
It seems like her whole life has been dedicated
to studying viruses.
- It doesn't make any sense.
A passionate virologist like her
would want safe preservation of EMA.
- Passionate is one thing.
Angry is another.
Looks like Eloise was very vocal online
about the recent cuts to government funding.
"This is beyond shameful.
"Cutting funding to labs like Kingsdale
will be death to us all."
Eloise was upset.
She was looking for ways to be heard.
- Yeah, but would she really
release a deadly pathogen into the city?
- Look at this commenter right here, Dr. Jason Kisling.
Who is he?
Looks like they know each other?
- Yeah, Eloise often refers to his research.
Yeah, Dr. Jason Kisling is a renowned virologist
who's working out of Porton Down in Wiltshire, England.
- OK, so look at this.
He posted that he's gonna DM her a bold opportunity.
Can we get in her DMs?
- Uh, yeah.
Here we go.
OK, looks like Dr. Kisling started
with commiserating about her lost funds.
They talk about her lab.
Whoa, he gets her to confide that
the project she's working on at Kingsdale is EMA.
- Oh, that sounds like elicitation.
- Yeah.
He says his lab has been studying EMA for years,
but his country doesn't have access to the pathogen.
- OK, so he's buttering her up,
trying to get her to share her samples, right?
- Well, what does he have to offer?
Lab space? Funding?
- Can't tell you.
Eloise moved the conversation to a burner phone--
said it would be safer.
- Ping that phone and send a team.
♪ ♪
- Eloise Karcher's phone pinged to this terminal.
- We need 50 sets of eyeballs to scan this place.
- Yeah, let's split up.
[suspenseful music]
- Jubal, we could use some eyes in the sky.
- Yep, Port Authority is already on it.
♪ ♪
Gold star for whoever finds her.
- OA, at the cafe.
- I see her.
Jubal, we have a possible hit on Eloise.
Moving in now.
♪ ♪
- FBI.
Let go of your bag, and put your hands up.
Turn around slowly.
♪ ♪
- It's not her. I repeat, not her.
- Sorry.
♪ ♪
- Where is she?
[groans]
Come on.
♪ ♪
OK, that--that's her, right?
Yeah, that's her. She's in the lounge.
Scola and Eva, try to intercept her,
but approach with caution.
If that virus gets out--
- Do not finish that sentence.
- Wait a sec.
We've got two male suspects approaching Eloise.
- Yeah, who are these guys?
Hey, Kelly, you want to run these guys?
- Yeah, these guys are about 40 years too young
to be Dr. Kisling.
So either he's using cutouts...
- Or she got catfished.
- Yeah, we're trying to ID him back here,
but you guys just stay close.
- All right. We got eyes on the pathogen.
Two coolers.
- Yeah, it's a handoff.
- Yeah, whoever they are,
they are the ones that set this in motion.
Let's wait until the bioweapon changes hands
before you move in--copy?
- Copy.
Hold on, she's getting spooked.
♪ ♪
- Can you hear what they're saying?
- Negative.
Look, we gotta move in.
She's bailing.
[gunshot] [people screaming]
- No, no, no. - Shots fired! Shots fired!
♪ ♪
- Do not lose that virus!
All right, where'd they go?
Where'd they go?
- Top right.
- Yep.
All right, guys, they're running to short-term parking
through the North Hallway.
- Look out.
[gunshots] - Ah!
[clamoring]
♪ ♪
- [grunting]
- Hey!
[gunshot] - [grunts]
- Scola! [gunshot]
♪ ♪
- All right, how many are we dealing with here?
Where'd they go? Where'd they go?
- Where the hell did they go?
- I have no idea!
Jubal, we need to cordon off the terminal.
They got away.
- What about the bioweapon?
- Gone.
♪ ♪
- The two assailants, posing as virologists from the UK,
just shot and killed Eloise Karcher
in the Kanto Airlines terminal at JFK
and made off with the EMA samples.
Somebody has got to give me a bead on these guys
before they release holy hell on all of us.
They can't have gotten too far.
- Yeah, I got them.
They fled west towards Federal Circle,
accessing this stairwell for the short-term parking garage.
- OK, great. Where'd they go from there?
- They completely fell off the radar.
They must have jumped into a getaway car.
But 15 vehicles left this lot over the last three minutes.
It could be any one of them. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
OK, I need Port Authority to stop and search
each one of these 15 vehicles.
This is officially a manhunt. - It's gonna be tough.
I'm on with them. It's rush hour.
They're trying to seal the exits.
- Have you mentioned the bioweapon?
- Hey, Jubal, we just got a facial rec hit
off the CCTV footage.
Your day's about to get worse.
- What?
All right, so this is Jaco Coetzee
and this is Darren Blieden,
both members of a violent terrorist cell
from South Africa known as Vyrestrat,
a racial essentialist organization
known for attacks in Brazil, Angola, and the UK.
- Do we know what they want with the bioweapon?
- Well, that's anyone's guess.
But if past is prologue,
Interpol says they've been known to target
city parks, public spaces, deploying bombs,
opening fire on unsuspecting crowds.
- Well, you're awfully quiet.
You knew about Vyrestrat.
- No, our chatter didn't name the group, but I know them.
They're as bad as they come.
Jaco's their leader.
He's organized, determined, ruthless.
Use your imagination.
- Yeah, now he and his pals
got their hands on one of the deadliest pathogens
known to man.
- We have to prepare for an imminent bio attack.
Alert all three-letter agencies.
And let's put a BOLO out for Jaco and Darren.
- Hold on.
I told you, this case is classified.
I appreciate your help today, but we've got it from here.
- You cannot tie our hands with American lives on the line.
- Ma'am, we just got a hit on Jaco Coetzee
on 7th and 52nd.
- Heading to Central Park?
- No, he's walking south, actually.
- Times Square.
- Your team cannot possibly cover all of that ground.
- Fine,
but we're running point, me and my team.
We still have a job to finish.
- I don't like playing second fiddle
to a bunch of cowboys.
- The way I look at it, we're here to make sure
that the job gets done the right way.
[car horns honking, sirens wailing]
Maggie, there he is.
- Where's he going?
- All teams, we have a visual on Coetzee.
He's at the corner of 47th and 7th.
He has the cooler.
We need to assume that the bioweapon is inside.
- We're coming your way up.
We'll take him down then. - Negative.
There are too many civilians in the area.
We need to isolate him before we apprehend him.
[suspenseful music]
Devon, do you copy?
- We got this.
♪ ♪
- Damn it.
♪ ♪
[gunshot, crowd screaming]
[gunshots]
[glass shatters]
[gunshots]
- [groans]
[glass shattering]
[gunshots]
- Hey, Scola, Eva.
He's running east on 48th Street.
- FBI! Out of the way!
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
[passengers screaming]
- No one move, or I'm gonna shoot!
No one move.
♪ ♪
- Jaco Coetzee,
get off the bus and drop the bag.
Show me your hands!
I don't have eyes on him.
♪ ♪
- Devon, what are you doing?
You might hit the bioweapon.
- Got a clean shot.
- You're target-locked. Dial it back.
[air hissing]
♪ ♪
[passengers clamoring]
- No, no, no, no, no.
Oh, my God. He actually released it.
He released it! [passengers coughing]
Fall back! Fall back!
♪ ♪
[coughing, punches thwacking]
[ominous music]
- Clock is ticking.
We have 36 hours, or these passengers
are gonna die of exposure to EMA.
We've gotta talk to Jaco and figure out why he did this.
- Unfortunately, he is still unconscious.
- Passengers nearly tore him apart.
Look at this.
I feel like I'm back in Mosul.
- Only in Midtown, right?
- Do you think the National Guard deployed a cell jammer?
Because my signal is shot. - Yeah. No.
I saw Anna's team tearing up all the surveillance.
- Huh, she's doing everything she can to keep the lid on this.
This is a cover-up.
- We're with the CDC.
No one is in any immediate danger.
But we need to keep you quarantined
as a precaution while we investigate.
- You know what, partner? I think you may be right.
[banging on window] - Let us out!
You can't keep us in here.
- Please, just cooperate.
It's in everyone's interest.
- I've gotta call my wife!
- What did he give us?
- As soon as our investigators determine
what you were exposed to, we will keep you all informed.
- This is insane.
She knows exactly what they're exposed to.
She's lying.
- Yeah, the less they know, the better.
Let's see what we can pull out of her.
- Yeah.
- Hey, buddy.
Everything's gonna be OK.
- I'm scared. - I know you are.
But I need you to be strong for me.
Can you do that?
- Are we--are we gonna die?
- We're gonna do everything in our power
to make sure you get out of there soon.
All right?
All right.
- What did you do to us? - Yo!
- Hey, is he awake? - What did you do to us?
- No, no, no, no! Don't hurt him!
Let him talk.
Bring him to the window.
- Tell them what you told me.
Go on.
Tell them what you told me.
- [panting] No one has to die.
My brothers are in possession of a treatment to EMA.
It can be yours for a price.
- Oh, my God. - There's a cure!
- Hold on.
What's the price?
- [sighs]
Release this man, and the treatment is yours.
If you don't, everyone on this bus will die.
[ominous music]
[passengers clamoring]
- [sobbing]
♪ ♪
- Hey, so we just heard from Kingsdale,
and they searched Eloise Karcher's computer.
It turns out she was working on
a monoclonal antibody serum on her own.
It's untested, but it does exist.
Now, here's the bad news.
- Let me guess--the terrorists took it with the cooler.
- Exactly, and according to her boss,
it would take weeks, if not months, to develop more.
- Time we do not have.
- So now Vyrestrat is using this treatment as leverage.
What do we know about the man they want released?
- Right. Well, here's the strange part.
- Name's Lorik Basha.
But he's not South African. He's an Albanian oligarch.
- And that's not even the weirdest part.
Interpol doesn't have the guy,
so we figured he must be in our custody.
- Which he is not. - No.
The JOC scoured every database--
BOP, PACER, you name it.
We can't release him because we don't have him.
- That's not entirely true.
- He's at a black site, and you know exactly which one.
- Lorik Basha financed terror attacks all over Europe.
I admit that we didn't connect him to Vyrestrat,
but it makes sense.
He shares their abhorrent worldview.
- Death to all non-whites everywhere.
- More or less.
- How long have we had him?
- Three years.
He was unofficially renditioned from his home in Tirana
and taken to our secondary site near the Indian Ocean,
far from any Article III jurisdiction.
- So we can't even confirm we have him.
- I wouldn't advise it.
- Well, we're not gonna let 18 American civilians
die of hemorrhagic fever in the middle of Manhattan.
- Which means your team needs to figure out
where Vyrestrat is holding that serum and get it back.
♪ ♪
- All right. How we doing?
Is it possible Lorik Basha is harboring these guys?
Does he have any property in the city?
- We've been looking. So far, nothing.
- OK, well, what about-- what about family, friends?
- Everything dries up after we vanished him.
- All right, well, there's gotta be a crumb, right?
- Hey, Lorik Basha's name pops up on a FinCEN investigation
four years ago.
Counterterror looked into allegations
he laundered money through failed real estate ventures.
Still owns the Majestic Imperial Hotel in Queens.
- That closed down years ago.
- So it's abandoned.
[device beeps] Let's roll the dice.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Looks like our new friends are loaded for bear.
- All right, look.
What happened at Times Square, it was a mess.
Who could have predicted he'd take a bus hostage?
- You were reckless.
So from now on, you're gonna take orders from us.
The only way we walk out of here is if we work together.
- Anybody got a problem with that?
- What's the ROE?
- You follow our lead.
Hotel's been abandoned for years.
No idea how many guys are dug in.
- Keep eyes peeled for an insulated medical bag.
EMA serum should be inside.
[gunshots]
- Cover!
[gunshots]
- Second floor, running.
You two, go with Scola and Eva.
We're gonna split up. We'll take high. You take low.
- Copy that. Come on.
- Move. - Let's move.
♪ ♪
- Clear.
[gunshots] - [grunts]
- Nice shot.
- Thanks.
- Move! [gunfire]
- [grunts]
- Ooh, now we're playing!
- Keep clearing this floor. OA, with me.
- Copy that.
♪
[grunting, blows thwacking]
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
- Floor is secure, but no sign of the serum.
- Copy. Clear the basement.
- Copy that.
♪ ♪
- Maggie! [gunshots]
[bottles clattering]
- [grunts]
- He's down. - Cover me.
- Go, go, go, go, go!
- He's dead.
- Got it.
- All right, let's get out of here.
Jubal, we got the serum.
We're gonna head back now.
Jubal. Jubal.
Why aren't the comms working?
Hey.
- Yeah, that's our fault.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Whoa, what are you doing?
- Nice work.
We'll take that bag.
- What the hell are you doing, Devon?
We're on the same side.
- Different bosses, different games.
Our orders were clear.
Take possession of the treatment.
- I'm not giving it up.
- OA, this one's outside your jurisdiction.
Don't test me.
Just hand it over.
- And what if I don't?
You're gonna shoot me?
♪ ♪
- Not you.
- [grunts] - Maggie!
- I told you not to test me.
- [grunting]
[tense music]
- Now hand over the treatment,
or my next shot won't hit her vest.
- [gasping]
- There are people on that bus.
They are sick, scared, and going to die.
We can help them together.
- I won't ask again.
- OK! OK!
You want it?
Just take it.
Take it.
♪ ♪
- Smart choice.
[grunting]
[clattering]
- OA, on your six!
- Shut up!
[blows thwacking, grunting]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
[grunting, yelling]
- [panting]
- [groans]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- Had to pick the hard way.
- [panting]
Maggie!
Maggie.
♪ ♪
- Oh, my God. Are you two OK?
- Those guys had different orders from the jump.
- If we don't get that serum back,
the people on the bus are gonna die.
- OK, look, Jubal called, said that the DOD
moved the bus so they could treat the passengers.
- What do you mean, they moved the bus?
Where?
- Classified.
- Why lock us out now?
- What if they have no intention
of treating those passengers?
- I mean, this was all just one big science experiment to them.
- And Anna did it again.
- She can't keep getting away with this.
- But she will.
- Unless someone does something about it.
Isobel, where's the bus?
- All right, all right, take a deep breath.
This has been a hard day for everyone, and we are all on--
- Where did they move the bus?
- What bus?
- We didn't come in here to be gaslit.
- There was no bus.
There was no exposure. There was no containment.
Do you understand me?
Today never happened.
- There were 18 Americans on that bus.
People saw it. The military was everywhere.
We cannot sweep this under the rug
and pretend it never happened.
- The official story is the DSCA sent
Army Ordnance techs to investigate
a possible IED on an MTA bus.
Your field report will corroborate.
- I can't believe what I'm hearing.
- At least tell us that these people are being treated.
- I can't.
I can't because I don't know.
This is above all of our clearances.
- They shot Maggie. They assaulted me.
These people have to be held accountable.
- The man who shot Agent Bell will be disciplined.
- And what about the rest? - What about Anna Vorpe?
- OK, you know what? Keep your voices down.
You are both on the verge of insubordination.
- Oh, is that right? - Yes.
And you're already on thin ice after your behavior
on surveillance with Agent Ushruf.
She took the fall for both of you.
You want some professional advice?
Don't squander it.
♪ ♪
- You are a disgrace to the bureau.
- And you're fired.
- Hold on. - Effective immediately.
- OK.
- Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait.
What the hell just happened?
- I'm out.
- What? - He just got fired.
Green just fired him on the spot.
- There's got--there's gotta be some kind of misunderstanding.
- No, he's protecting them.
They broke the law, and he's protecting them.
I'm sorry, sir. It's been a pleasure.
♪ ♪
- Bro, come on. No, no.
Come on. - I know. I know.
- [scoffs]
- No. OA, this can't be happening.
- It's OK. It's OK.
♪ ♪
- OA...
- [sighs]
- You know how much I've lost this year.
- I...
- I cannot lose you too.
- You're never gonna lose me, Mags.
♪ ♪
Thank you.
[soft jazzy music]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
- You had quite the day.
- I don't want to hear it, Anna.
- My father was in the 37th engineer battalion,
deployed to Khamisiyah, Iraq, in the '90s.
His squad was exposed to VX.
- Ten times more lethal than Sarin gas.
- It's horrible.
There were no viable treatment options back then,
so that exposure cost my dad his life.
♪ ♪
What I did today, what my team did,
we did to protect our future soldiers,
so that no one would have to suffer
the way that my dad did.
♪ ♪
- You are a good storyteller, I'll give you that.
What happens to the people on the bus?
- The hard truth?
There was only so much serum.
Priority one is making sure that
we can replicate it at scale.
- Those people will be dead long before that.
- But they won't die in vain.
We're studying the effects of EMA exposure
for the greater good.
- If you came down here to clear your conscience,
I can't help you with that.
♪ ♪
- My strike team works off the books for the DOD.
It just so happens that we're down a man.
You'd be an asset, OA.
♪ ♪
Think about it.
This round's on Uncle Sam.
♪ ♪
[phone buzzing]
- Hey.
- Anna made her move.
I'm in.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[wolf howls]