[Lee] The director tells us you're running an elite team.
- They're tested. - By who?
By me.
I want you all to meet the newest member of your team,
Special Agent Mike McQuigg.
You're like a bad country song.
No such thing.
[Ryan] You remember a few weeks ago
when Alex was in the hospital?
Don't ever do that again.
These kinds of things have a way of infecting a unit.
[Shelby] It's always the one closest to you holding the knife.
Just say it.
I kissed her.
[Siren wailing]
[Computer beeps]
[Lock disengages]
[Door opens]
[Gomez] Have you ever heard the name "Elizabeth Nutting"?
Good morning to you, too, Carmella.
She's a professor of nuclear physics at Hudson University.
At 11:00 last night,
she walked into the nuclear reactor on campus
and stole 10 pounds of uranium 235.
Wow. Any history of...
No. She's uncontroversial, apolitical, no priors.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Who else knows about this?
This is Code Word clearance only.
Her co-workers don't even know.
The NRC supervisor
discovered the uranium missing this morning.
Checked surveillance, which showed her putting
the lead box into a suitcase
and wheeling it right out the door.
And how do we talk about it with her colleagues?
You don't. It's Saturday.
The facility is closed.
If anyone asks, you work
for the Nuclear Regulatory Commission.
And, Owen, the Kashmir Summit between India and Pakistan
is in town this weekend at the Fairmark Hotel.
News media would be all over us if they heard about this.
This is what your black ops team is for.
Find Elizabeth Nutting, find the uranium.
And I need an update from you every two hours.
- Understood. - [Door opens]
[Clock chiming]
[Alex] All right, so, what do we think happened?
University salary, husband's out of work,
kid's in private school.
Money is what happened.
She has a PhD in nuclear physics from Stanford.
Yeah, smart don't mean clean.
I agree. Ted Kaczynski has a PhD in math.
H.H. Holmes was a doctor.
Ted Bundy went to law school.
Okay, but we have no evidence that she's a psychopath.
"Saturday." That's today.
Deep, call the loft.
See if Nick made it to the doctor.
On it.
Okay, something doesn't feel right.
No, it doesn't.
Why do I get a feeling
we're not talking about this case anymore?
Ryan told me what happened at the hospital.
You kissed my husband?
He kissed me.
And it was not returned.
You two have a complicated history.
And that's exactly what it is, Shelby.
History.
Three plates. They were all here.
They watched Prokofiev's "Romeo and Juliet"
for three hours last night.
Doesn't sound like someone planning a uranium heist, does it?
No.
[Dog barking in the distance]
Well, they're definitely made for each other.
What makes you say that?
Both professors,
both into books and art and Prokofiev.
[Chuckles]
You know, you and Shelby have that.
I told her.
How'd that go?
Hm.
The kid's insulin kit.
They just left this behind?
They must have been in a hurry.
Celine, go ahead.
[Celine] The kid didn't show up to the doctor's.
Her son is severely diabetic.
He's never missed an appointment before.
Celine, she talk to anybody on the phone last night?
[Celine] There's nothing on her phone records,
or her husband's.
[Computer beeping]
[Keyboard clacks]
She's looking up at the cameras.
[Keyboard clacks]
She's scared.
Well...
she must have known that the FBI would see this at some point.
[Keyboard clacking]
I don't think she's looking at us.
She's looking at them.
- Oh. - Who's them?
Good question.
She's doing this under duress.
[Sighs]
- What? - Doorbell camera.
[Computer beeping]
What else do you see?
[Computer beeping, keyboard clacks]
What am I looking for?
Behavior.
Anything out of the ordinary.
What is she doing?
Well, she's looking through a stack of files.
What is she not doing?
Well, she's not looking at the camera.
Right. Now watch.
She's hiding something.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
That -- That green folder wasn't there before.
She left that there on purpose.
Now she's looking at us.
[Cellphone beeps]
All right.
[Ringing]
Green folder. Got it.
What is it?
Owen, it's -- it's a midterm exam,
and the student's name is...Adnan Hamaja.
A-D-N-A-N H-A-M-A-J-A.
...A-J-A. Got it.
[Celine] I've located the doorbell camera.
Tapping into the neighbor's Wi-Fi system.
[Keyboard clacking]
Adnan Hamaja -- He's a sophomore at Hudson University.
A Pakistani national, here on an F-1 Visa.
I'm in.
The cameras usually store about 24 hours' worth of footage.
[Keyboard clacking] Oh, my God.
- You guys. - What?
Freeze!
Rewind it.
Right there.
Tighter.
[Keyboard clacking]
[Traffic sounds]
[Door closes]
We enhanced the image from the door camera.
The van is a rental.
Rented by another Pakistani national
by the name of Fahad Harith.
Any known affiliations with terrorist groups?
Harith's brother is on the no-fly list.
Damn it.
We don't know if it's official Pakistani government or...
You should evacuate the hotel.
- The president said no. - He said no?
Did you tell him that an unprecedented attack
on the Kashmir Summit is highly probable?
The summit is important to the White House.
They don't want it derailed.
Has anyone explained to him
what a nuclear weapon is capable of?
- Careful, Owen. - Carmella, what's the plan?
You are the plan.
You will find this Adnan Hamaja,
you will find Dr. Nutting and her family,
and you will return the uranium safely.
Understood?
Understood.
All right.
The summit's going ahead as planned.
Let me guess -- Gomez wants us to move on the apartment.
She doesn't know about the apartment yet.
You didn't tell Gomez that a GPS chip in the rental van
led straight to Adnan Hamaja's place?
Why the hell not?
Because she'd order an immediate raid on the apartment.
We can't do that until we know who's running this thing.
Because a sophomore in college definitely is not.
So Alex, McQuigg, and Deep have eyes on the apartment.
[Celine] You guys, we got a hit.
Elizabeth's son's insulin prescription
was filled at a Bronx pharmacy.
Bronx? Fine. We'll head out there.
Uh, nope. Shelby, Ryan, and Jocelyn will go.
Ryan can go with you. We'll take Harry.
Why?
No reason.
Whatever's going on with you two, home stays home.
Shelby, Ryan, and Jocelyn -- the pharmacy.
Harry, Celine -- with me.
[McQuigg] What's taking him so long?
[Alex] Just give him a minute.
How are we doing, Deep?
[Deep] [Whispering] We?
Well, I am covered in bugs and cold mud
while you guys sit in a
nice, warm van.
But it's worth it to take down the Pakistanis.
Hey, don't make this personal, okay?
Well, the Pakistanis killed two of my uncles.
But you're right --
It's not personal at all.
[Whirring]
You wouldn't understand, Alex.
It's a blood feud. You're from Oakland.
Yeah, well, Oakland has its own share of blood feuds.
All right, I'm in.
Do you have a picture?
Uh, twist it to the left.
Stop, stop. You got it.
I see Adnan, the professor,
and a couple dudes with big guns.
Where's the husband and son?
Doesn't look like they're in there.
[Sighs]
What's he saying?
He's ordering food for delivery.
Chicken tikka masala and garlic naan.
Indian food.
Guess they don't hate everything about you guys.
Okay, we got to figure out if the uranium is in there.
Well, short of blasting in there and asking 'em,
what's the plan?
I'm working on it.
No pharmacy's gonna let us take a look
at their surveillance footage without a warrant.
It's Closed Circuit. No WiFi. I can't get on.
Who doesn't have Wi-Fi in 2018?
The Bronx.
[Man speaking indistinctly on TV]
[Conversing in Punjabi]
[Knock on door]
Food's here.
I need to use the bathroom please.
What the hell are you doing?
It's an emergency, brother!
Oh!
You idiot!
[Indian accent] So sorry.
Come on. Get up and get out of here.
Get up!
Sorry! So --
I -- So sorry! So sorry!
Go take a leak in the street!
[Door closes]
Anything yet?
Come on, Elizabeth.
She's got this.
Hey, hey, Elizabeth.
This is Alex Parrish with the FBI.
We're watching.
Now, is the uranium in the apartment?
Just nod or shake your head.
[Sighs]
[Door closes, bell dings]
I'm recently pregnant.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Um, I'm a little embarrassed to ask,
but I seem to be using the restroom more often than normal.
Go ahead.
It's around the corner.
Thank you!
- That is so kind of you. - Back there.
Thank you.
Want to talk about it?
Talk about what?
You know?
I know enough.
[Sighs]
She won't even acknowledge me.
You don't want her to acknowledge you.
You want her to
absolve you.
I know I messed up, okay?
But everybody has baggage. Everybody has a past.
Except your past
is staring Shelby in the face.
Every single day.
[Computer beeps]
Okay, we're in.
[Door opens]
Nice job, Shel.
[Vehicle door closes]
- You have a signal? - [Keyboard clacks]
Already searching the drives.
There.
[Keyboard clacks]
I count one.
One in front and one at the door.
We'll never get facial rec off this image, though.
No, but at least now we know
they're keeping the family somewhere local.
They may be local, but it's still a needle
in a Bronx haystack.
[Indistinct conversations, elevator bell dings]
This word "chatter." We don't have a direct translation.
- [Chuckles] - You know me better than that, Druv,
and you know what I'm asking.
You're Director General for Indian Security for the summit.
Come on.
I haven't heard chatter.
But when it comes to the Pakistanis,
90% of my job is to expect trouble.
[Elevator bell dings]
Have you asked the Pakistani I.S.I. the same question?
Omar Sial is my next stop.
Just because he's state security doesn't mean
he's not a terrorist.
Harry? How are you guys doing?
[Harry] Yeah, good.
We've bugged every single Pakistani guest room in the building.
If they so much as sneeze, we'll know.
This place is crawling with spies.
What are we suppose to do if something goes down?
Can't exactly stash a gun in this outfit.
Well, no, yeah, a gun's handy,
but there are other weapons lying around.
It's a bit obvious, but good.
What else?
Come on.
You must know you can make sleeping gas
with the right combination of bleach, soda,
and Worcestershire sauce.
Why do we need sleeping gas?
We have you.
[Lock engages]
Hello?
[Stammering]
They -- They -- They took my family.
You -- You have to find them.
[Alex] Elizabeth, we have a team already searching.
Now, where is the uranium in the apartment?
No! No! [Stammers]
You -- You can't come in here.
They'll kill them if I don't help them make the bomb.
Please, please. My son is only six.
He -- He has d--
Diabetes. Yes, we know.
We also know he has insulin.
[Gasps] Oh, thank God!
Elizabeth, I need you to be strong, okay?
We're gonna find them. I promise.
Now, please, just tell me, where is the uranium?
It's in the living-room closet.
- [Pounding on door] - Oh! Aah!
[Fahad] Back on the couch! Now!
Okay, go. We'll be in touch soon.
Oh. [Breathes shakily]
[Keyboard clacks, cellphone clicks]
- What are you doing? - I don't care what Owen says.
The uranium is a game changer.
- We got to get in there now. - I promised her.
Are you really willing to risk thousands of lives to save two?
You heard her. There's no bomb yet.
You're guessing.
It's an educated guess.
I'm an educated redneck.
You know what that makes me? A redneck.
You are not the kind of man that would let a little kid die.
You have no idea what kind of man I am.
Oh, yeah? You want to look into my eyes and say it?
Say "I'm willing to let that kid die."
Fine.
If we're not storming the gate,
then we got to make sure that uranium never becomes a bomb.
Wait.
Why aren't they making it into a bomb?
What are they waiting for?
[Deep] They're waiting for a neutron initiator.
[McQuigg] You need a trigger.
It's a very sophisticated piece of equipment.
They wouldn't have one at Hudson University.
- How do you know that? - Well...
Because it's illegal to own one.
So they'd have to smuggle it in.
Elizabeth, we need to know
when the neutron initiator is arriving.
Do you know?
Where is my family?
Do what you're told, and you'll see them soon.
I always liked you, Adnan.
You were one of my best students.
Why are you doing this?
This isn't you.
Who is making you do this?
Okay, Elizabeth.
Don't interrogate him.
Just find out when.
Just tell me how much longer.
That's all I ask.
Stop talking.
Soon.
It will be today.
Nicely done, Elizabeth.
Very nice.
Enough! [Gasps]
I told you to shut up!
Tell Owen the initiator's already in New York.
Wait, wait, wait. Is there a...
[Owen] Omar Sial is a master spy.
Interpol has made a number of terrorist allegations
against him, but they never stuck.
-You know why? -Diplomatic pouches?
Sovereign property.
It cannot be searched or confiscated by law enforcement
for any reason.
He could smuggle anything he wanted to in there.
Guns, weapons.
Ladies' underwear.
A neutron initiator.
So, has Deep told us what this neutron initiator looks like?
Size of a flashlight with wires coming out of it.
Okay. Right, we'll look for it.
Listen to me closely.
Here's the rub.
If either of you should be caught,
the FBI would have to disavow any knowledge of you.
You can back out now.
Miss out on all the fun?
Not a chance.
I'm in.
You want me to make you a neutron initiator?
Yeah, but it shouldn't work.
Oh, it won't.
I don't like this idea at all.
[Sighs]
Is there any idea you do like?
Generally, no.
How's it looking down there, Owen?
Finishing up his biryani.
Did he pair it with the Sancerre rosé?
I hear it's delightful.
Just search the pouches and get out, Harry.
[Beep, lock disengages]
Hello?
Room service.
Oh. Found them.
[Humming]
Okay.
Right.
Papers, papers, papers...
Chewing tobacco.
Ah!
Elfkin monstrosities.
I mean, honestly, where would you wear these?
[Celine] Any sign of the blasting cap?
Nope, nothing yet.
Harry, Sial's leaving.
He's on his way back upstairs.
I've got time.
[Elevator bell dings]
He's leaving the elevator.
You need to get out now.
Just two more pouches.
Fifteen seconds, Harry.
You cannot get caught.
No, still no sign of the blasting...cap.
Oh, damn it. This little...
Oh, no.
[Chuckles nervously]
Little bugger won't close.
Harry, you need to move.
- [Beep, lock disengages] - On it!
[Gunshot]
Harry, what's going on?
[Both grunting]
Harry? Harry!
- [Clatter] - Harry!
Harry!
Yeah. All good.
[Spits]
I handled it.
- [Door shuts] - [Gun cocks]
[Man] Don't move!
Owen, they have him.
As I said, the cells are almost always isolated.
[McQuigg] The operative word being "almost."
What if there's a code word you're supposed to say?
The blasting cap is the code word.
I want to remind you that the blasting cap
is made from an actual flashlight, and it won't work.
Only Elizabeth will know that.
This is crazy.
Yeah, well, we're at crazy. So buckle up.
Let me guess. You were expecting a man.
Typical.
- [Door closes] - [Open it]
[Heavy accent] Are you the one assembling the device?
Then I suggest we get to work.
I'm not doing anything until I see my family alive.
You can kill me if you want. I don't care.
- [Shouts in Punjabi] - [Adnan] No!
If I let you talk to them, will you build it?
[Cellphone clicks, beeps]
[Ringing]
Turn your camera on.
Show me her family.
Oh, James, honey.
[Whimpers]
- No! - Mommy!
[Crying]
Mommy? Where are you?
- [Computer beeps] - Got it.
- Hacked into his cell. - Is Nick okay?
Mommy, I'm scared!
Recording and transmitting.
Please, we need help.
- You guys getting this? - We got it, McQuigg.
Mommy, I don't feel good.
[Elizabeth] Hey, baby. I'm so sorry.
Liz, Nick needs more insulin.
No! No, no, no, no! Please, no!
- Wait. Freeze it. - No, no. Please.
[Keyboard clacks]
You see that? Look behind him.
- Blow it up. - [Keyboard clacking]
- [Computer beeping] - Now let's look closer.
- What do you see? - Are those tires?
- Zoom in. - [Keyboard clacking]
Not just tires. Oversized.
Could be truck tires?
The sidewalls are larger. Plus the markings.
Those are RV tires.
My grandmother lived in a double wide.
Well, I guess McQuigg doesn't have the market cornered
on redneck.
Okay.
How many shops sell specialty RV tires in the Bronx?
[Cellphone clicking]
Doesn't look like much to me.
A bit more, you'd have enough for another Hiroshima.
[Machine powers on]
[Knock on door]
[Fahad] Who is it?
I was sent here.
I have initiator.
Then who the hell are you?
[Guns cocking]
[Adnan] I asked you a question.
Who the hell are you?
[Gunfire]
Elizabeth, get down!
[Gunshot]
[McQuigg] Drop it!
[Elizabeth] Oh!
What do you think you're doing, McQuigg?
Saving your life.
I had this under control.
You had three guns in your face.
Drop it. Kick it away.
Oh, please, what is happening?
Have you found my family?
Are -- Are they safe?
They're gonna kill them.
Where the hell are they?
I don't know. I swear.
But if we don't deliver an active nuke to the drop-off
by 4:00 p.m...
they're dead.
[Crying] Oh, no!
No.
[Ryan] All right.
Three tire shops down, four to go.
How ya doing up there, Shel?
[Vehicle door opens]
You remember that gun-running sting in Queens?
[Vehicle door closes]
Everything was going to plan.
We had the guns. We had the money.
And that little rat-faced informant blew our cover.
Oscar. He was a moron.
So you stabbed the buyer in the back with your high heel,
grabbed his gun,
and we ended up shooting our way out.
I realized two things that day.
One, that you and I make one hell of a team.
And, two, that I owed you my life.
I never wanted to be your backup plan.
It didn't mean anything, Shelby.
If it didn't mean anything,
why did it take you two weeks to tell me about it?
[Sighs]
I swear -- I don't know where they're keeping her family.
Who's your contact? Some Pakistani diplomat?
Damn it. Not Pakistani.
This is a Rudraksha mala -- a Hindu rosary.
The last thing you'd find on a Pakistani Muslim.
Isn't that right, Adnan?
I don't get it.
It's a false flag operation.
Indian nationalists
hoping to frame Pakistan in a mushroom cloud.
It won't just scuttle the peace talks.
It'll put America on India's side forever.
That true?
You Indian?
You don't know what those pigs have done to my family.
You don't know what they're capable of.
But now we know what you're capable of.
[Indistinct conversations]
Commander Sial.
[Sial] Owen.
I understand there was an incident in your hotel suite.
I'm sorry.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
But we did find this communications device
in my hotel room.
Any idea where it might have come from?
None.
Celine.
Any sign of him?
No.
And the place is swarming with Pakistani security.
Does this look like a real nuke?
Not really.
But if they don't know what they're looking for,
it won't matter.
They're going to inspect it. They'll know it's a fake.
Shut up. No one's talking to you.
We're not gonna give them the chance.
We're not delivering a nuke to a bunch of terrorists.
[Elizabeth] Yes, we are.
[Alex] Elizabeth...
They still have my family.
Adnan is right.
If we don't deliver a real bomb, they'll kill them.
No.
Don't.
I don't want to hurt anyone,
but I know how to use this.
Put the gun down, Professor.
Elizabeth, I don't think you're thinking straight.
Hand Adnan your gun.
Do it!
Slowly.
[Earpiece snaps]
- You two do the same. - [Static]
Do it.
[Earpiece thuds]
[Static]
I'm going to attach the real blasting cap.
Shoot them
if they try to stop me.
You can't set off a nuclear bomb in New York City, Elizabeth.
Well, you're not gonna let that happen.
And I'm not gonna let my family die.
[Horn honks]
[Breathes deeply]
[Man speaking indistinctly on TV]
[Elevator bell dings]
[Man speaking in native language]
[Speaking native language]
[Sighs]
[Elevator whirring]
[Elevator bell dings]
How's the weather in Islamabad?
Hot, I'm guessing.
[Chuckles]
[Crash, electricity crackling]
[Men shouting in native language]
[Indistinct conversations]
Excuse me. Do you work here?
- We're closed. - Dang it!
Look, we're going on a road trip.
We could really use a new set of tires.
Look, we could really use some help, man.
I said "get lost."
Yeah.
All right.
Got 'em.
[Police siren wailing]
[Adnan] Okay, stop.
[Cellphone clicks]
[Dialing]
[Ringing]
Fahad is dead. So is his friend.
The FBI raided the apartment.
It's okay. I still have the device.
And we're on our way, as scheduled.
Everything I do is for my father.
I will see you soon.
Your father?
Is that why you're doing this, Adnan?
The Pakistanis murdered him when I was 7.
I'm sorry.
What happened?
I was playing football with my friends.
My father was at home.
We all heard something, and...
I remember thinking it was fireworks.
When I got home...
it was all gone.
The house. My father.
A Pakistani bomb.
You are willing to kill thousands of innocent people,
put my family in danger, because your father died?
You're one to talk.
You helped him deliver a nuke to midtown Manhattan.
[Alex] Okay.
Adnan,
you know this isn't gonna bring your father back, right?
No.
But maybe it will save someone else.
Hey.
Harry.
How'd I do, Coach?
Yeah, you did good.
Harry.
Alex and McQuigg are hostages to Professor Nutting.
They're in the wind with a nuke.
Sorry. I think Celine's sleeping gas
has just affected my hearing.
Did you say that Professor --
And the Pakistanis aren't the bad guys anymore.
The Indians are.
I turn my back for one minute, and...
Let's get moving. I need to follow an old friend.
See where it leads.
So, what's the plan?
Is this where you're meeting your contact?
Shut up and walk.
[Man] Let's go.
Dad, what's happening?
It's okay, buddy. Don't be afraid.
Move!
[McQuigg] Khatri.
Indian government in the terrorism business now?
Indian. Government. A contradiction in terms.
My country no longer has the courage
to take real action against its enemies.
You have your bomb. Where is my family?
Will it work?
It will do what it's supposed to do.
Please, please. I did my part.
Khatri.
Don't do this.
You'll kill thousands of innocent people.
"Innocent Americans."
Another contradiction in terms.
Please.
No! Oh!
Okay, okay. Elizabeth.
I need you to stay calm.
- [Breathing rapidly] - Just, please.
[Man] [Shouting in native language]
[Speaking native language]
Say your prayers.
- [Gun cocks] - No!
Please.
[Gunshots]
[Machine-gun fire]
Follow me. Come here.
[Gunshot]
[Screams]
[Gunshots]
Shelby!
Aah!
[Machine-gun fire]
[Breathing heavily]
[Ryan] You all right?
Yeah. You?
The nuke is complete.
It'll make things right.
After our deed here, the Americans will side with India.
McQuigg, get down!
[Gunshots, screaming]
[Echoing] Get down!
[Gunfire]
[Normal voice] Hold your fire! Hold your fire!
I think we're good.
[Indistinct shouting]
[Handcuffs clicking]
Owen. Where's Adnan?
[Sirens wailing in distance]
He's gone.
Yeah, and so is the bomb.
[Labored breathing]
[Beep, lock disengages]
- Hey. - I see it.
The summit's in the ballroom.
I'll go through here. You go around.
Double back if you don't find him.
Yeah.
[Beep, lock disengages]
[Breathes sharply],
[Groans]
Adnan!
Stop. Stop, stop!
Okay.
Please.
Put your gun down.
This doesn't make you any better
than the people that killed your father.
Who says I'm better?
They just need to know how it feels.
I know.
I know, but...
If you do this, you will kill thousands.
Do you think your father would have been proud of this?
No.
I'm sorry.
[Gunshots]
[Thud]
[Sighs]
Thank you for saving my family.
What you did today, Elizabeth, was beyond reckless.
Do you see that?
You put thousands of lives at risk.
I'm ready to accept my punishment.
I'm just glad that my family is alive and safe.
We brought your family here to see you.
[Gasps]
You...
You did that for me?
After everything I did?
No.
We did it for them.
[Indistinct conversations]
Sure, she put a lot of people at risk, but...
Oh, my God. Are you serious?
There's a "but"?
She thought we had it covered.
And, really, what she traded was 20 years with her family
in order to keep them safe.
You, of all people, could understand that.
What do you mean?
Italy.
Andrea and Isabella.
Those are their names, right?
You're not in prison,
but you left them in order to keep 'em safe.
[Chuckles]
How do you know about them, McQuigg?
Are you investigating me?
Investigating?
No.
Studying.
Well, don't.
Hey.
Hi.
You okay?
I was sure it was the Pakistanis.
But you were right.
I was making it personal.
Maybe.
But you also helped stop a nuclear bomb
from exploding in the middle of midtown Manhattan.
You're lucky you're from Oakland and not from Delhi.
You're not burdened by the same history.
We're all burdened by history, Deep.
Cheers.
[Glass clinks]
[Ryan] [Sighs] Paperwork's done.
You ready to go?
Mm-hmm.
Hey.
You know why I didn't tell you for two weeks?
Hmm?
It's 'cause I was terrified of losing you.
You're not my backup plan, Shelby Wyatt.
You're my only plan.
Is this the part where you thank me
for saving your life again?
Oh, hell, yeah.