07x09 - Descent

[bunniefuu]

Babe, I don't know how much longer

I can do this stupid job.

He has me running all over the city,

picking up his wife from her facelift,

delivering flowers to his girlfriend.

No, I can't!

I still have so much to do.

[SIGHS] OK, yeah.

Love you too.

[SIGHS AND SNIFFLES]

- You got a dollar?
- I'm sorry, no, I don't.

Come on, look at you.
You gotta have something.

- I really don't.
- Come on, look at this car.

You gotta have some... one dollar,

you rich, selfish b*tch!

Get back! I said get back!

I'll call the police,
I swear to God I will!

[HYPERVENTILATING]

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

[BODY THUDS]

[SCREAMS]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

That's not what I meant
by going out for breakfast.

Yeah, well, I have a 9:00 a.m. at BAU,

so two birds, one bagel.

- [LAUGHS]
- Yes, I guess so.

I'm bummed I never got to meet Syd.

Yeah, I know.

She... she impressed somebody
high up at headquarters.

They transferred her to D.C.,

put her on a special task force.

- Mm.
- Hey, Nina.

- Hi.
- Surprised to see you.

- How you been?
- Busy, you know.

You running and gunning with us today?

I wish. I have my hands full.

- Oh, well, uh, before you leave...
- Mm-hmm.

If you could solve this mystery for us.

OK.

You see that letter on
your man's desk right there?

- This one?
- Mm-hmm.

Yes, it's been sitting there
unopened for months.

Well, he's a mystery to me, too.

So do you care to explain?

Yes. Nothing good
ever comes in the mail.

It's either a bill
or some Christmas card

from an old friend
with pictures of their kids

that you don't even know.

Mm, well, this one is
from the mayor's office, so...

My point exactly.

- So I can open it?
- Uh, no.

- Open it.
- No, that...

- I'm opening...
- Hey, Nina.

Good to see you.

Yeah.

Duty calls. My office.

See? Perfect timing.

Mm.

Do you guys remember Allen Champion?

He's the former AUSA
of the Southern District.

Mm-hmm.
He prosecuted a lot of cases for us.

What's going on?

Well, according to NYPD,

he leapt from his 14th floor

apartment building yesterday morning.

God, that's awful.

Yeah, I just spoke to his wife.

She said they just put down
an offer on a lake house,

that things were going well for Allen.

He had a new private defense firm,

and clients were lining up.

So not the actions of a man
about to take his own life.

- Agreed.
- Are we thinking foul play?

Well, Allen prosecuted major cases.

He gets death threats every other week.

He put away cartel leaders,
sex traffickers.

I'd like us to take a second
look at NYPD's evidence.

Got it.

Cell phone was charging on the counter.

Wallet was on the table.

Keys on the side table.

And way over by the balcony
was the note.

What's this?

Crime scene photos with
the evidence inside, too,

in case the FBI wants
to double check that too.

No one's looking over
your shoulder, Detective.

- We're just being thorough.
- Yeah, sure.

You know, I used to know
this old bailiff

at 100 Center Street that would say,

judges are lawyers
pretending to be honorable,

prosecutors are honorable
pretending to be lawyers,

and defense attorneys are neither

pretending to be both.

Well, Allen Champion was
an AUSA and defense attorney.

- So what's that make him?
- A depressed guy

whose wife was out of town,
so he jumped,

at least according to that note.

But only after he made sure
his phone was fully charged?

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

OA.

Come here.

Look at this...
you got matching shelves,

right, you got lamps,
I mean, even the plants.

Symmetrical. So what?

And then you have that.

OK.

Now that you mention it,
it's all I can see.

Check this out.

It's chipped.

It's a long shot.

Let's have ERT process it.

Yeah.

All right, folks,
so this was Allen Champion,

former AUSA.

NYPD ruled his death a suicide,

but that theory is evolving.

So where we at on authenticating
the note found at his residence?

I'm still waiting on
forensic handwriting analysis.

But here's what we know
about that m*rder weapon.

Possible m*rder weapon.

Luminol confirms trace
amounts of Allen's blood

on the statue not visible
to the human eye.

Someone wiped it clean.

Not clean enough.

And a missing fragment
from the same statue

was found lodged in Allen's skull.

OK, so what are we thinking?

Allen was bludgeoned in his own home,

and our perp dropped him
headfirst over the balcony

to cover his tracks, yeah?

No other prints or DNA
were found in the apartment.

OK, so let's rebuild
Allen Champion's last day.

Maybe his route can tell a story.

Ian, can you use his
cell phone's location services,

- or...
- I can, yeah.

His phone used a dual frequency GPS,

which can pinpoint
his location down to 6 feet.

This is the day before his death.

Usual routine, starts at his apartment,

hits up a local coffee shop,

then he heads towards the courthouse.

But check it out... on this day,

he turns around, crosses the river,

- then heads east.
- OK, so where does he end up?

It's a parking lot at some
low-end motel on Long Island.

Tell me it's not too low end
to have surveillance.

It's limited, but something.

OK.

Yeah, yeah. Ding, ding, ding.

Look at this. Looks tense.

I mean, that... that could be
the k*ller, right?

- Can we ID him?
- Yeah.

Wendell Troost, a software
developer for Canto Airlines,

a mid-sized carrier
throughout the northeast.

Although, it looks like
he resigned last week.

Wendell Troost, what's your story?

Manager identified Wendell Troost

immediately, said he's been
here all week, paid in cash.

Lent me the key to his room,


The guy makes six figures.

What is he doing laying his head here?

Uh, did they just walk
out of Wendell's room?

I don't know. Go check it out.

We'll follow them.

♪

FBI.

♪

Hey!

FBI!

[g*nshots]

In pursuit!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

[TIRES SCREECH]

Suspects fleeing
in a late model Ford Edge

north on Drexel Street.

I can't get a plate.

Wendell Troost is dead,
hanging by his bed sheets.

Who the hell were those two?

Hey, two men just
opened fire on our agents

after they found our second victim,

Wendell Troost,
while they were investigating

Allen Champion's m*rder.

This man managed to escape.

That is the best shot
we were able to pull off

the motel security camera.

It's still not enough for facial rec.

Yeah, I tried to track his Ford Edge,

but he had a cover
that obscured the plates.

OK, what about the other man,
the man Maggie took down?

Yeah, that's where things
get interesting.

This man here, Ricardo Aguilar,

he is former Bolivian Special Forces.

No record of him
coming into the country.

He must have entered illegally.

To execute a mid-level

software engineer for Canto Airlines?

Is there a connection between
Bolivia and Canto Airlines?

Nothing. Canto only operates in the U.S.

All their manufacturing is done here.

There's no ties to South America.

OK, what is the connection
between Wendell Troost

- and Allen Champion?
- That's the easy part.

Allen Champion was Wendell's lawyer.

According to Allen's files,
Wendell retained him

six days ago after quitting his job.

And within a week,
they both turn up dead.

And both crime scenes are
made to look like suicides.

So could this have something
to do with Canto Airlines?

Maybe Wendell Troost found something

at work, something big. He quits.

He retains a lawyer who
specializes in labor disputes,

and they silence him.

Do you honestly think
that Canto Airlines

hired Bolivian Special Forces
to silence a whistleblower?

Hmm, Canto Airline's
operating revenue is 1.5 billion.

That's a lot of bottom line to protect.

All right, let's get
Wendell's boss in here.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, Wendell Troost was
my lead software engineer,

but he quit a week ago.

Are you aware that
he retained outside counsel?

I wasn't.

What about these two?

Do you recognize those guys?

No. Should I?

They m*rder*d Wendell Troost.

And then they m*rder*d his lawyer,

made it look like suicide.

I'm sorry.
What is the purpose of this meeting?

Well, somebody commissioned these two

to k*ll your engineer.

We want to know why.

Look, I am sorry about Wendell,

but we have nothing to do with this.

Was Wendell working on
anything sensitive when he quit?

We're the fastest growing
airline in the country.

Everything we do is sensitive.

And we are not at liberty to divulge

the work product of any employee.

You really don't want that
to be your answer.

We have nothing to hide.

Well, here's what
we're going to figure out, OK?

This guy stumbled on something,

something big that could have
damaged your entire company,

so Canto made damn sure
that he did not go public.

So what did he learn

that is making the chief
technical officer clam up?

- Safety issue?
- Absolutely not.

Safety is our highest priority.

One accident in the news
would not only be a tragedy,

it would bankrupt us.

What if Wendell found something big,

so big he was afraid to tell you?

- Riva, this interview is over.
- Wait.

If he did,

he would have brought any
concerns to Daniel Ruskin.

Who's Daniel Ruskin?

Our chief development officer.

He's Wendell's supervisor.

OK, we're going to need
to speak to him now.

Daniel is on vacation.

In Italy, I think.

Oh, is he?

Murders made to look like suicides,

and we have a missing software developer

that works on U.S. airplanes.

And this is all connected
to the Bolivian military?

I've got a bad feeling about this.

[KNOCKING]

[TENSE MUSIC]

Maggie, he's bolting.

I'm on him.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

I didn't do anything.

I didn't hurt anyone, I swear.

Then why are you running?

To save her.

To save who?

Anna's the love of my life, my fiancée.

I didn't know what else to do.

OK, slow down, Daniel.
Tell us what happened.

OK, um,

a week ago, I asked Anna to marry me.

We were celebrating at my apartment.

Then two men broke in.

They had g*ns.

Anna tried to call the police,
but they...

they grabbed her and they...

they hit her.

And I couldn't do anything to stop them.

I couldn't protect her.

They took her.

They... they still have her somewhere.

OK, why didn't you call the police?

They said they'd k*ll her
if I involved the authorities.

Are these men your attackers?

Yes. Yeah, that was... that was him.

He was in charge.

But there was
a different guy with him...

buzz cut, mean.

And they had accents.

Spanish?

What did they want with Anna?

It's my fault.

They were just using her as leverage.

They knew.

Somehow, they knew that I had top level

superuser access into
Canto's internal software.

These guys brought in
a portable command unit

in one of those big Pelican
cases with a built-in computer.

Buzz cut put a g*n to Anna's head,

and they made me open a rootkit
backdoor into the system.

They were only keeping me
alive for insurance.

Then what happened?
Wendell found this backdoor?

Wendell tried to patch it, but I...

I couldn't let him do it.

But he just... he wouldn't quit.

Told me he was going
to talk to a lawyer.

So I... so I...

I... [SHAKY EXHALE]

I tipped them off.

♪

I just... I thought they'd scare him.

I didn't mean for him to die.

What does this back door
give them an access to?

Everything.

They can control the NAV system
on every plane

in Canto's fleet.

OK, well, we need you
to shut that back door now.

OK, well, it is not that easy.

The... the... the patch,
it just can't be FOTA.

What does that mean?

F-O-T-A, firmware over-the-air.

We would need to hard reset
the online computers,

and you can't exactly shut
them off when they're flying.

So hold on a second.
Are you saying that every Canto plane

that's in the air currently
is vulnerable?

Yes. Yes.
That is exactly what I'm telling you.

They can bring them down
one by one, all at once.

There is nothing
you can do to stop them.

♪

There are currently




That means 70,000 innocent lives

are in the hands of t*rrorists.
They can control NAV systems.

They can tamper
with collision detection.

If it can give you nightmares,
they can do it.

So let's get these planes
on the ground now.

FAA, talk to me.

All air traffic has been
grounded coast to coast.

OK, so no additional flights
will be taking off, right?

That's right, and we're
coordinating nationwide

to prioritize Canto's planes
for landing clearance.


diverted to emergency airstrips.

The only problem is some of the planes

have been flying over remote terrain,

just no infrastructure to safely land

large commercial jets.

Right. OK, well, stay on it.

As soon as they get
within reach of an airport,

bring them in. All right.

Now, how do we track
the men responsible for this?

We need to get our hands
on that laptop, yeah?

I got something.
It's a little out of the box.

Well, OK, we're already
way outside the box here, so...

We need the portable
command unit, right?

And we know these guys are holding Anna.

This is an engagement photo
of Anna and Daniel,

but look at her engagement ring.

Instead of a diamond,
she's wearing a Bezel.

Oh, yeah, it's one of those
smart rings, right?

Yeah, it checks heart rate,
blood oxygen, sleep.

Before Canto, Daniel worked
for a biotech company

that designed them...
kind of romantic...

but where there's code...

Wait, you think you can track that ring?

I know we can.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Heads up.

We need everyone's eyes peeled
for a portable command unit.

It contains a custom computer.

We need it intact, highest priority.

Copy that.

[expl*si*n]

Go. Move, move, move!

[SOLDIERS CHATTERING AND SHOUTING]

[g*nshots]

[g*nsh*t]

[SOLDIER SHOUTS]

Go, go.

- Two, one.
- [GRUNTS]

- [SCREAMING]
- All right, all right.

It's OK. Got her!

Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!
Please don't hurt me!

It's all right. You're OK.

You're OK.

[SOBBING] I didn't do anything, I swear.

[WHIMPERING]

Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me.

- You're OK.
- Don't hurt me.

All right, we got Anna Fox.

We need an ambulance immediately.

There's no sign of
the mobile command unit.

I repeat, it's not here.

♪

Hey. Hey. Oh.

[SOBS] I was so scared.

Oh, I thought I'd never see you again.

I love you.

I love you too.

What does she know?

Uh, not much.

She was locked in a room
since they grabbed her.

So these guys have
the planes, but for what?

We have to figure out
what they really want.

- Yeah.
- Isobel, we got a big problem.

It just started.

Flight 6730, nonstop
from Virginia to New York,

deviated from his flight plan.

Is there any way to get eyes inside?

Ever since the Malaysian crash in '14,

FAA started testing
in-c*ck dash cams,

and Canto Airlines is using them.

- How we doing?
- Looping us in now.

- OK, great.
- Here we go.

Captain, Isobel Castille,

Special Agent in Charge with the FBI.
What is your status?

This is Captain Tim Marks.

We have a bit of
a situation up here.

90 seconds ago, Canto flight 6730

began to descend
without my command.

We ran the protocols and
discovered we are no longer

in control of this aircraft.

Can you anticipate your trajectory?

Negative.
We were headed towards Teterboro

when we got locked out
of our system.

Your guess is
as good as ours, ma'am.

They're over the Hudson.

Flight 6730,
this is air traffic control.

You are not approved for descent.

Maintain your altitude
at 2,200 feet.

It's not us, HQ.

6730 is being controlled
remotely, over.

♪

[ALARMS RINGING]

Tim, we just lost thrust
on both engines.

We're losing altitude.

Engaging emergency generator.

205 knots and dropping.

At their rate of descent,
they won't make the runway.

Ian, any way we can intervene?

Not without that mobile command unit.

They're going to crash into the Hudson.

How many people are on that plane?



190 knots.

175 knots.

Emergency generator
not responding.

155 knots.

♪

750 feet and dropping.

This is your captain speaking.
We are going down.

Brace for impact.

I repeat, brace for impact.

Brace, brace, brace.
Brace, brace!

[STAFF SCREAM]

Did they... oh, God.

Talk to me. What's happening?

They're still pinging.
I don't know what happened.

[ENGINES WHIRRING]

This is flight 6730.

I don't know what changed, but
our engines have re-engaged.

We still don't have control,
but we are climbing again.

Oh.

Damn, that was close.

- That was a warning.
- Boss?

- Yeah?
- You need to see this.

And our network just
received a statement

from a Bolivian separatist group.

Press has it already?

They call themselves Mina Rota,

claiming responsibility
for a c*ck hack

of Canto flight 6730
from Virginia to New York.

We are Mina Rota.

We now control hundreds
of planes in U.S. airspace.

America wants to profit off
the backs of the Bolivian people.

America will fail.

Today, Congress will vote
on a trade deal

with the U.S. mining company
Capstone Lithium.

This corrupt deal
will let America

steal rare earth metals
from Bolivia

and profit off them
at our expense.

Congress will reject this deal,

or Mina Rota will crash

one plane every minute

until our demands are met.

♪

So a group called Mina Rota just

claimed responsibility for
the attack on our airspace.

What do we know about them?

Bolivian separatist group
led by this man, Luis Zamora.

This is the guy that
was talking on the video,

the ransom video, yeah?

Yes, his group is ruthless,
backed by black market money,

operating solely in South America.

Never attempted anything
in the U.S. before.

All right, give me some good news.

Yeah, well, we... we safely grounded


which leaves only 42 flights

still in U.S. airways
with compromised avionics.

That's still over 7,000 people.

I... I know. DHS is threat level red.

We're coordinating with NSA and FAA.
It's minute to minute.

What did the Bolivian
foreign ministry say?

They are denying any involvement,

but they did send
military forces to raid

all Mina Rota safe houses in Bolivia.

OK, uh, any luck

running a digital trace
of the ransom video?

They passed it through
a dozen onion routers.

- It's untraceable.
- OK.

Ian, how you doing cracking
Canto's NAV software?

Not good.
Even their firewalls have firewalls.

- Right.
- Boss?

Pentagon's asking for an update.

- I... I got this.
- OK.

- Jubal?
- Yeah?

You got a sec?

So... [CLEARS THROAT]

When we rescued Anna Fox,

she was scared out of her mind...

Yeah.

But her restraints, they...
they weren't tight, Jubal.

She has no record, no flags.
We looked at her.

Something is not sitting right.

Uh, OK.

Yeah, uh, Elise, let's...
let's look at Anna Fox again.

Um, what do we know about her?

Anna Fox had nearly zero
social media presence for years.

It only picked up after
she met Daniel Ruskin.

Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I mean, these were

young lovers, you know,
pretty standard post.

I got 42 cruise missiles in the air.

- We've been over this.
- OK, but there...

Elise, can you just...
can you play the one

at the g*n range?

- OK, let's see it, babe.
- [g*nshots]

You're a badass.

What are you doing?

Hold on.

Can you play that back?

You're a badass.

Right there. Stop.

What are we... what are we looking at?

What... what are you seeing here?

Elise, can you throw up
a photo of an AK, 47 or 12?

Either one, doesn't matter.

So on an AR-15,
the charging handle is located

on the top of the r*fle.

You see, Anna,
she tilts the ejection port,

reaches with her non-dominant hand

to rack a charging handle
that isn't there.

AK-47s and 12s,

they've got a charging handle
on the right side.

What she's doing there, Jubal,

that's muscle memory.

So you're saying
she trained using an AK?

Yeah, she did.

And you want to take
a wild guess who's using AKs?

Bolivian Special Forces.

Thanks for your patience.

Thank you again for saving her.

I-is it done?

No. We just have a few more questions

about the men behind today's attacks.

I told you everything I know.

The questions aren't for you.

They're for Verona Da Silva.

Who's Verona Da Silva?

[TENSE MUSIC]

She is.

♪

What are they talking about?

This is Verona Da Silva,

former soldier in the
Bolivian Special Forces

and founding member of
the t*rror1st group Mina Rota.

The resemblance is striking.

And this is the leader of Mina Rota,

Luis Zamora, her husband.

Her, um...

What... you're married?

No, no, no. We were...

We were engaged.
We were supposed to be married.

You going to tell him, or should we?

♪

I'm sorry.

Daniel, they've known
that the Capstone Lithium

trade deal vote was on the calendar.

They've been planning this for a year.

No, no, no, no, no.

I was in love with you.

I asked you to marry... you said yes!

I was just a mark to you?
This is... it's all just a lie?

This is bigger than you, Daniel.

Hey, where's your husband?

You'll never find him.

Why are you doing this?

♪

Foreigners have come before
to strip our land.

This time, they want lithium

for their cell phones
and their electric cars.

They're going to make billions.

And that money is going
to line the pockets

of Americans and Europeans
while my people starve.

So it's political.

Fine.

But what you're doing,
this isn't going to change anything.

My father worked in
the salt flats for pennies.

He died there.

It was sl*very.

This is about my people.

I'm sorry about your father.

But the last time that a bunch
of t*rrorists like yourselves

started hijacking planes,

my brother paid the price.

Right now, there are people

on those planes that I care about.

So you need to call this off.

♪

You know our demands.

♪

You really know people on these planes,

or was that a tactic?

Well, here's an idea.

What?

What if we gave them
exactly what they want?

Anna Fox's phone was a burner,

but I was able to unlock it.

Her history revealed regular calls

to one other burner phone
over the past three months.

Assuming that was her husband's?

Stands to reason.

OK, so how's this going to work?

I've digitized all the audio
from your interview with Anna,

ran it through my own
voice cloning software.

You can speak, but the person
on the other end of the line

will hear her voice.

OK. No time like the present.

[PHONE BEEPS]

[LINE TRILLING]

[EXHALES]

Verona, are you OK, my love?

Yes, I'm OK.

Yes, I'm OK.

Where are you?
You sound different.

- I'm with the FBI.
- I'm with the FBI.

- They know who I am.
- They know who I am.

- The FBI?
- But it's OK.

But it's OK.

They're willing to make a deal.

They're willing to make a deal.

What deal?

The Deputy U.S. Trade Rep
says that Capstone Lithium

will share its profits with Bolivia 40%.

The Deputy U.S. Trade Rep
says that Capstone Lithium

will share its profits
with Bolivia 40%.

All of that money will go to our people.

All of that money
will go to our people.

Mmm. OK.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Hey, do you remember
that night in Potosí?

The one with the full moon.

Yes, how could I forget?

Yes, how could I forget?

I don't know who this is,

but the deaths that come
are on your soul.

[LINE CLICKS]

Did we get enough?

It's cutting it close.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

I got it.

Triangulating Luis Zamora's cell signal

to a two-block radius
near the South Street Seaport.

Good enough. Let's move.

Our agents are en route
to Lower Manhattan.

NYPD is creating a perimeter
around a two-block radius

where Zamora's phone last pinged.

- No entrance or exit.
- OK, OK.

Things have taken a turn in here.

Zamora got spooked
after our little ploy.

He's bringing the planes down.

This is a real-time feed
from the tower at LaGuardia.

He's redirecting several planes

toward high-value targets in New York.

There will be civilian casualties.

And one of them is flight 6730.

Where is that heading?

That's Nine Mile Point Nuclear Station.

- How much time do we have?
- 23 minutes.

- OK.
- Boss?

- Yeah?
- Pentagon just called it.



to intercept the planes
Zamora's controlling.

They're going to sh**t them down.

They'd have no choice.

The only way to save those people

is to find that mobile command unit

and take back control of the plane.

♪

I might have an idea.

Great.

Didn't say it was a good one.

Captain Marks,
this is Jubal Valentine again.

We have a team working on your issue.

Just a matter of seconds now.

Says here you have kids.

Three boys.

Oldest is at the Air Force Academy.

Oh, yeah?

My... my... my son just told me

he wants to join the FBI someday.

I mean, of all the roads
he could pick, right?

[CHUCKLES]

I know what you're doing,
Agent Valentine.

I'm grateful for it.

We're just having a conversation here.

You're bearing witness.

We can both see the map.

My plane is about to cross over into

Nine Mile Point's restricted airspace.

My team is going to fix this.

I think we're out of time.

And the military has their orders.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[JETS WHOOSHING]

I spoke with our guy at DoD Cyber.

We got a signal jammer
en route to the location.

Figures it covers
a four-square-block radius.

OK, how do we stay
in contact with our team?

It shouldn't affect our comms,

but just to be safe, we placed
a repeater on a nearby rooftop.

Perfect.

[TIRES SCREECH]

Jubal, we are right outside
of the target area.

Have we gotten a more specific
location on Zamora and this laptop?

Well, not exactly.

We're gonna... we're gonna
try to flush him out.

♪

And how are we going to do that?

Yeah, I'll... I'll explain.

- Just stand by, OK?
- Tell me we're a go.

Still into it with ConEd.
Give me a second.

Ugh, that is not an option.

- OK, OK, we're a go.
- OK, hold.

All teams, listen up.

We know Zamora is using
a portable command unit

to control the planes.

We know he's somewhere
within your two-block radius.

We are going to disrupt
his access to the c*ck

by taking down the power grid
and knocking out

the cell towers in the area.

That should put him on the run.

Now, NYPD will be
on the ground to assist,

but things could get hairy.

We're in position.

Ready to go with SWAT.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[SIGHS] Here goes everything.

Go.

[LIGHTS CLICKING]

[CAR TIRES SCREECHING, ALARMS RINGING]

[CAR HORNS BLARING]

OK, let's go.

Team, night has fallen.

The c*ck should be about to scurry.

Find him.

Remember, Zamora needs a cell tower,

so he should be on the move.

All eyes should be peeled,
for a man with a heavy Pelican case.

- [ALL CLAMORING]
- Guys, stay where you are.

Hey, hey! Go inside!

Stay in the vehicle. In the vehicle!

Keep it locked down.

Sir, I'm gonna need you
to stand down please!

Get back in your car.

Nothing like searching for a needle

in a pitch black haystack.

Yeah, well, that's not going to stop us.

FBI. Stay in your vehicle.

- Jubal?
- Yeah?

Don't ask me how, but cutting the power

didn't sever Zamora's
connection to the NAV systems.

You kidding me?

Captain Marks,
this is Jubal Valentine, FBI.

You should have full control
of your aircraft.

Can you confirm?

Negative. We're still locked out.

Don't want to lose hope up here,

but we're seeing fighter jets in range.

[JETS WHOOSHING]

Hey, Captain, we got
nothing but hope down here.

You stay with me.
I'll be right back at you.

All right, talk to me.
How is this possible?

Cell towers are down. There's no Wi-Fi.

Zamora's laptop has nothing
to connect to, right?

Jubal, our window is closing.

Four more minutes,
and those fighter jets

have no choice but
to bring down that plane.

Damn it.

- Ian, what are we missing?
- OK, just a guess.

What if Zamora is using
a satellite uplink?

Yeah, well, a SAT uplink
still needs juice.

So what's he using, a generator?

What if he's using a car?

OK. Teams, listen up.

Zamora is still in control of the plane,

so he might be stationary.

What are you talking about? How?

We think he may have
hooked a SAT link up

to the 12-volt of a vehicle.

So keep your eyes open
for that Ford Edge.

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

Copy that.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

OA, 11:00.

Scola, we have him at
Front Street and Dover.

Got it. We're on our way.

Spread out! Move!

- Get out now.
- Sir, get to safety.

Go down the street.

Luis Zamora, this is the FBI.

Get out of the car with your hands up!

Now!

[g*nshots]

We should circle around.
We got a crossfire situation here.

We don't have enough time.

Guys, I'm on his 6:00. Stand down.

Copy that.

- [g*nshots]
- [WOMAN SHOUTS]

Zamora!

[g*nshots]

[GRUNTS]

Suspect down. Move, move, move!

Go, go, go!

Come on, move up. Move up.

♪

Guys, computer is here.

- Where is he?
- Special teams are incoming.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

- Come on. Let's go.
- OK.

- All right, let's go, come on.
- OK, OK.

You're going to make
this right, right now.

- Let's go. In you go.
- OK. Yeah, yeah.

- OK, OK.
- Hurry. Hurry up.

Uh...

How much time do you need?

Uh, I'm going as fast as I can.

Can we ask the Pentagon
to give us more time?

Jubal, you know I can't do that.

We have to regain control of that plane.

Let's go.
We need that back door closed now!

- Hurry up, come on!
- [BANGING ON DOOR]

Let's go, Ruskin, talk to me!

[STAMMERS] I'm... I'm going
as fast as I can.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

Let's go, come on!

Flight 6730 will cross
into the nuclear plant's

airspace in 19 seconds.

♪

Air Force jets have taken
at firing position.

Agent Valentine,
I just want to say thank you

to everyone down there for trying.

Apologize to the families
of the passengers.

Hey, hey, hey.
Tim, we are not doing that.

You stay with me. This is not over.

As fast as you can please!

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Come on, Ruskin.

What? What? Where are we?

Come on. Come on.

We are locked on Canto 6730.

Do I have firing authorization?

- Come on, let's go!
- [BANGING ON DOOR]

[COMPUTER CHIRPING]

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

- We're done.
- It's done?

- It's done. It's done.
- Jubal, it's patched.

Tell the Pentagon to stop those jets.

It's done.

Captain Marks, you should
have full access to your systems.

[CONSOLE CLICKING AND BEEPING]

[ENGINES WHIRRING]

Affirmative.

Flight 6730 is under our command.

[HOPEFUL MUSIC]

Request nearest runway
for emergency landing.

[BOTH SIGH]

[SIGHING]

♪

They've cleared a runway
for you in Rochester.

Copy that, my friend.

I can see why your son wants
to follow in your footsteps.

I was about to tell you the same thing.

♪

ConEd's restoring power.
Should be back up any second.

Well done, everybody.

- [CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
- Bravo.

[BOTH LAUGH]

[JOYFUL CHATTER]

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

[HEAVY EXHALE]

Great work, Jubal.

Yeah.

I really thought
we were going to have to

relive that horrible day all over again.

Well, different outcome this time.

[SIGHS]

Different outcome.

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hi.

What time did Dougie go down?

Oh, not till, like, 9:30.

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

How are you doing after today?

You know how

you always just kind of
see right through me?

Mm-hmm.

It came like two months ago, and...

I mean, I figured,

why even bother opening it, you know?

What's the point?
Like, why relive all of it?

It just doesn't make any sense.

But now?

Um, well, now...

I mean, I think I realized that
I don't have to do this alone.

♪

You want me to read it?

OK. Yeah.

♪

"Dear Stuart Scola,

"on behalf of the mayor's office,

"we are writing to you about

"the New York Genetic
Identification Project,

"which has been dedicated to identifying

"all of the victims of 9/11.

"We're writing because thanks
to advanced DNA technology,

"we were able to positively ID
the remains of your brother,

"Douglas Scola.

"May this knowledge
bring you and your family

closure and peace of mind."

They found him.

Yeah.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

[WOLF HOWLS]