FBI (2018) s01e15 Episode Script
Scorched Earth
1 Uh, great job on TV yesterday.
Your analysis of the Fed conundrum was perfect.
One, never use the word "conundrum," and two, I don't like ass-kissers.
But I hear you did some great work on the Kelton merger, so keep it up.
Dale, we didn't get the Trinity IPO.
That's it? A sad headshake? Pretty sure that's not gonna replace the $70 million in fees we just lost.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what happened.
I tried my best.
No one cares how hard you try, Dale.
We're not handing out "A" s for effort.
So go back out there and win.
That's all that matters.
Hey, let's listen up, people! The league tables just came out.
We've been ranked number two out of 19 firms.
If we're ranked number two again next year, each and every one of you is gonna be looking for another job.
Keller Hogan has been the preeminent investment bank on Wall Street for 137 years.
We don't accept second place.
Ever.
Too much? Um, no.
It was spot-on.
You're lying.
- A little.
- Mm.
Truth is, if we're number two next year, I'm gonna be looking for a new job.
There's no use in sugarcoating it.
Uh, look what just came in for you.
Looks pretty fancy.
Wall Street, bomb.
Occupy Wall Street 2.
0? Or an extremist group from the Middle East, Russia, China.
And a lot of other countries.
The list of anti-capitalist Wall Street haters is pretty long.
Check it out.
What do we got? Pipe bomb, nails, glass.
But I also found pieces of duct tape and gray and yellow metal fragments.
Gray metal means lead pipe.
Yellow metal means another type of shrapnel.
Maybe the bomber mixed it in with the glass and nails to pack a bigger punch.
Can you get the tape and metal frags to the lab right away? - Yeah.
- Detective.
One dead, five injured.
So far, no one taking credit for the bomb.
DOA got a name? Uh, Veronica Klein.
Employee? More like CEO.
Veronica Klein, 45, Master of the Universe extraordinaire, married, no kids, Yale undergrad, Stanford MBA.
She's been at Keller Hogan for 20 years.
She became CEO 13 months ago.
She was the first-ever female CEO of a top-tier, white-shoe firm.
Let's dig into her life, her friends, her foes.
This bomb had Veronica's name on it.
Let's find out why.
Could be as simple as gender.
Her appointment to CEO created a lot of outrage.
Critics felt that the firm was trying to placate the MeToo movement, and Veronica didn't disappoint.
She did her first interview saying, "My primary goal was to transform "the male-centric boys' club culture endemic on Wall Street," which creates a lot of enemies.
As do all noble objectives, right? We've confirmed that the package was sent from the Midtown post office.
Uh, great.
Pull all the videocams in the vicinity right away.
Will do.
Have we talked to Veronica's husband yet? Uh, Maggie and OA are with him now.
Okay.
Specific threats? No.
But there were definitely a lot of thinly veiled unspecific threats.
What do you mean? It's how people on Wall Street communicate.
"You don't perform, you're fired.
" "You don't double my bonus, I quit.
" "You quit, I sue.
" "You sue, I countersue.
" So much testosterone, it's exhausting.
Hmm, not an easy place for a woman to survive, - let alone excel.
- You have no idea.
Well, maybe you do.
I'm guessing the FBI is pretty similar.
Um, Dr.
Klein, are you aware of any recent arguments, confrontations? She didn't mention any.
Veronica was an amazing woman.
She was fearless, brilliant.
But she was tough and ambitious.
She didn't get to the top by accident.
Most people don't.
Especially if you're a woman.
Uh, did she have any enemies? Were there disgruntled employees? I I don't know.
Well, thank you for your time.
If there's anything else that you can think of that might be helpful.
Wait.
There was a guy, a a banker.
N-Nick Frost.
He quit about, uh, six or seven months ago.
He he was very aggressive.
Told Veronica he was gonna ruin her life.
That's very helpful.
Thank you.
Just find the son of a bitch who did this.
We'll do our best.
Um, I couldn't help but notice that when he said the FBI was like Wall Street, you smiled.
The first day I reported to Quantico, my instructor asked me if I was dropping off my husband.
Let's go find Nick Frost.
Well, about time.
I've been here for 15 minutes.
What can I say, Nick? Busy day.
Mm.
Do you know a woman by the name of Veronica Klein? Why do you ask? Because she's dead.
Someone sent her a pipe bomb this morning.
That's it? No reaction? No surprise? No, "What the hell do you mean, somebody sent her a pipe bomb?" Forgive me, Detective.
Special Agent.
Oh, forgive me, Special Agent.
I prefer to keep my thoughts and emotions to myself.
That's interesting.
Does this sound like an email of a man who keeps his thoughts and emotions to himself? "I'm gonna blow your ass up, tell the world what a fraud you really are.
" - So? - So she blew up today, Nick.
She so you think you think I did it? Are you are you kidding me? Does it look like we're kidding? I sent her a stupid email.
It sounded more like a threat.
Like a threat that came true, Nick.
Veronica screwed me out of $33 million.
What was I supposed to do, send her a muffin basket? $33 million.
Yeah, $33.
4 million, to be exact.
Well, how exactly did Veronica screw you out of $33.
4 million? Veronica took credit for a deal that I originated, generated $100 million in fees.
I get 1/3, okay? The one thing that you never do on Wall Street is take another man's paper.
That's exactly what Veronica, Almighty Queen of the Enlightened, did.
So forgive me if I'm not shedding any tears, okay? Who the hell is this guy, Gordon Gekko's long-lost son? You can hear the resentment and misogyny at every turn.
"Mighty Queen, enlightened.
" Must have made him crazy working under Veronica.
Question is, did she make him crazy enough to put a pipe bomb in her office? The better question is, when and where will the next pipe bomb explode? Um, sorry to interrupt.
Supervisory Special Agent Spencer Briggs.
Hello, just in from Quantico.
I'm Dana Mosier.
I'm the special agent in charge.
And this is Jubal Valentine, the assistant special agent in charge.
Can we help you? Well, yeah, Assistant Director in Charge Fritz sent me to profile the case.
So I'm here to profile the case.
I'm so confused.
I told the ADIC we didn't need any help because I used to be a profiler.
I'm sure he's just trying to take some work off your plate.
Oh, very thoughtful of him.
Look, I apologize for the lack of communication.
Uh, I really do.
Uh, the good news is, I'm confident I can add some value here.
I've had a lot of experience with serial bombings.
Well, there's there's no evidence there's another attack in the works.
Yeah, whether there is or isn't, it doesn't really matter.
According to my research, 82% of the time, bombers strike more than once.
And 86% of all bombers well, they are white males, but they're also disenfranchised young loners.
They're nothing like this guy.
Heck, 92% earn at or below poverty-level wages.
According to my research, damn near all victims are male, except in this case.
Numbers are helpful, but people are more helpful.
So for now, why don't we just focus on him and not about your random numbers? It says here that you have a degree in mechanical engineering from Cornell.
Yeah, what does that mean? That means you know how to make a bomb.
A bomb, are you kidding? I don't even know how to make lemonade.
Seriously, I told you it was just a stupid email.
I didn't mean those words literally.
It was just all it was all hyperbole, okay? It's how people on Wall Street talk.
All right, at least they used to before all this Hollywood PC nonsense pervaded the nation.
And does it bother you that you're required to be respectful? Being respectful is wonderful.
Being held hostage to self-serving women weaponizing their gender to get ahead at the expense, perhaps, of more talented men, now, that that bothers me.
Wow.
Really don't want to put the shovel down, do you? I mean, every time I think maybe you're not involved, you say something like that and you go back to being our number one suspect.
I didn't kill Veronica.
In a certain context, her screwing me over was the best thing that could've happened to me.
It forced me to quit.
I started my own fund.
And and and if things go as expected, I can make $50 mil this year.
Why would I jeopardize all that just to just to get revenge on Veronica? Very compelling stuff, Nick.
Sit tight all the same.
Turns out the yellow shrapnel recovered at the scene is gold.
14-karat gold, to be precise.
Sounds like our bomber is pretty well-off.
Hmm.
And who uses high-quality gold as shrapnel? There's more.
We assembled some of the gold fragments, did a digital reconstruction.
Found this.
These mean anything to you? Uh, they look like, uh, some ugly cufflinks.
Yeah, with KH on them.
Keller Hogan? Yeah, they gave them to us as a Christmas gift a few years back.
The women made a big stink too, said it was sexist.
Well, the cufflinks were used as shrapnel.
That's part of the bomb.
You still have yours? No, I regifted them to my weird cousin Mike.
Some lame Secret Santa thing.
So they're missing.
Cufflinks are stupid.
Okay, why spend two extra minutes every morning and every night taking on and taking off these weird little pieces of jewelry? You go to the gym, that's four times.
Means you're wasting eight minutes every every workday.
That's 240 minutes a month, times 12, divided by 60.
That's 48 hours a year, just to make your stupid sleeves work.
A narcissistic employee gets a gift.
He feels undervalued, unappreciated, so he gives the gift back to his employer in a violent and lethal manner.
- It's plausible.
- It's just very improbable.
I mean, look, empirically speaking, the probability our pipe bomber even owns a pair of gold cufflinks, it's incredibly low, as is the probability he's as wealthy and high-functioning as this guy.
I just think we're wasting our time.
Why are we dealing with empirical data when we have subjective data right in front of us? Nick Frost is right there.
He worked at Keller Hogan, he received gold cufflinks as a Christmas gift, and he hated Veronica Klein.
I hate to interrupt, but another bomb just went off.
Like I said, 82% of the time, there's more than one bomb.
Time and place, bro.
Time and place.
Carla.
One dead, two injured.
Pipe bomb? Made with lead, just like the other one.
Lots of silver and yellow fragments in the walls.
So now the bomber is using gold and silver shrapnel? All right, let's rush this to the evidence lab.
Sir, are you okay? I'm good.
I'm not hurt, anyway.
You work here? Yeah.
I'm the owner.
I was just checking my emails, sitting at a table, and then from out of nowhere, there's this loud boom, and I look to my left and Carly's - Who's Carly? - She's a a barista.
But the EMT guy said that she didn't make it.
I'm sorry.
She's been with me for over a year, real good person.
Uh, before the explosion, did you notice anything unusual? There was a backpack lying on the floor, near the ground by the counter, just sitting there.
I thought that someone had gone into the bathroom or or forgotten it, but I should've done something, but you don't think that way, you know? You don't look at a stupid backpack and think, "Gee, I think that's a bomb," you know? There's no way you could've known what was inside that backpack.
So Carly, what's her last name? Fincher.
Carly Fincher.
Carly Fincher, 27, grew up in Stamford, Connecticut, graduated from Boston University, got her master's in journalism from Columbia in 2017.
Any connection between her and Veronica? Well, Kristen and her team are running different algorithms, but so far, no commonalities.
Different ages, races, careers, social circles.
These two couldn't be any less similar.
Veronica was white.
Carly was black.
Veronica was rich and powerful.
Carly was broke and anonymous.
Veronica talked to ten-figure big shots.
Carly made soy lattes for hipsters and poets.
Uh, Maggie just sent over a surveillance video - from the coffee shop.
- Oh, great.
This is from two minutes before the explosion.
Okay, so that's from inside the café.
We're still analyzing video from outside.
We've got a team reviewing footage from within a mile radius of the coffee shop.
The place was almost empty, so the bomber wasn't looking for mass casualties.
No, this was targeted.
Carly was the intended victim.
It's clear that the bomber's escalating.
His first bomb, he sent anonymously via U.
S.
mail.
This one, he hand-delivers.
He's definitely taking more risk, which means he's even more dangerous than before.
Yeah, this also means Nick Frost, Mr.
$50 Million A Year, is either innocent or working with the guy we just saw on that video.
So Two of my favorite things on this blessed Earth are attractive young women and coffee.
So why would I kill a barista? Two people are dead and you're making a sexist joke? Really, so saying you like coffee and attractive women is sexist? Your charm's wearing thin.
Hey, and so is my patience.
Now, I've been really cooperative, I've answered all your questions, but come on, enough is enough.
Well, I appreciate your cooperation and your colorful commentary, Mr.
Frost.
We're not done talking just yet.
Not done talking just yet.
What the hell is that supposed to mean? It means shut up and stay put.
Uh, ma'am? Just one sec.
- Yeah.
- Um Why are we still holding this guy? Because we can, because we might need him to answer more questions down the road.
So rather than spend the time we don't have looking for him, I want to keep him right here where I know where I can find him.
Mm-hmm, so with all due respect, you don't think you're taking this a little too personally? What I'm saying is, obviously, you relate very closely with victim number one.
You're both determined women who rose to power in an overtly male environment.
Your point? Come on, this guy personifies every privileged misogynist you've had to indulge throughout your whole career.
Don't feel bad, you know? It makes sense.
Are you seriously profiling me right now, Agent Briggs? Am I profiling you? Um yeah.
Well, let me save you the trouble.
Here's who I am: the boss.
Not because I'm a woman and not because I have friends in the Senate.
I have this job because I'm good.
So you can stop focusing on me and start focusing on who the hell's responsible for these two murders.
And the next time you introduce yourself to a female special agent in charge, shake her damn hand.
I pulled prints off the duct tape for both bombs.
The good news is, they belong to the same person.
The bad news is, that person isn't in the system or named Nick Frost.
Okay, what about Carly Fincher? You able to get into her phone, email records, hard drive? Yeah, Kristen and her team are analyzing the data now, trying to connect her and Veronica.
And I think we just found that connection.
Carly was a writer for a blog called Street Beat.
She wrote under a pseudonym, Navi Poesky.
Navi spelled backwards is Ivan.
Could be a riff on Ivan Boesky.
Who is he? He's one of the original corporate raiders.
He's the guy who said, "Greed is good," way before Michael Douglas in "Wall Street.
" Okay, so Carly writes a finance blog under a fake name.
Mm-hmm.
How does that make her a target or connected to Veronica? Carly wrote a series of scathing articles about a guy named Stuart Moore.
He was a rising star at you guessed it Keller Hogan until Veronica fired him for cause.
So Carly wrote four articles about Stuart Moore.
Basically eviscerating him for being an out-of-touch boys' clubber.
You know, oblivious to the new, enlightened culture on Wall Street.
What was the specific reason for his termination? Spending company funds on an extravagant, all-male weekend with a major client in Vegas.
And then Rose Laporta, the woman that works for Moore, found out about it, felt excluded, and notified Human Resources.
A Williams undergrad, MBA from Columbia, divorced, one son.
And unsurprisingly, his work history ends at Keller Hogan.
Gets fired, press runs with the story, blows up his reputation.
And so he decides to blow up the people that blew him up in the first place: Veronica Klein, the CEO that fired his ass; and, uh, Carly Fincher, the blogger who couldn't stop writing about him.
Okay, dig into Moore and anyone else who was involved in the termination proceeding.
I want names of lawyers, witnesses, executives, anybody who was a part of it.
Copy that.
Do we have an address on this guy? Not yet.
He seems to have fallen off the map a few months ago.
Okay.
Check in with Nick Frost.
Find out if Moore is even capable of doing something like this.
Okay.
No, no, Stewey is a great guy, okay? He's smart, loyal.
He's real loyal, actually.
Guy saved my ass more times than I can count not for money either, just 'cause he's a he's a good guy.
When was the last time you two spoke? Uh, about a year ago.
After he got fired, we kind of lost touch.
Why is that? You know, he went from superstar to jackass overnight, all for playing golf and going to a strip club with a $90-million-a-year client.
Hmm, well, times have changed.
Yeah, well, a client wants to ogle naked chicks, you take him to a place with naked chicks, okay? They want to ogle penguins, then you take them to the zoo.
It's that simple.
The point the goal, Special Agent, is to make money, okay, not change the world.
Okay, do you know where Moore might be living? He fell off the grid a few months ago.
The only thing I can think of is, his mother had a condo in Chelsea.
After she died, she left it to him, so But I'm telling you guys, you're wasting your time.
Old Stewey is no killer.
Well, we're gonna go talk to him all the same.
Okay, I can go too, then? - Yeah.
- Uh, no.
Actually, you can sit back down.
You're gonna need an agent to walk you to the door.
Can I have my phone? FBI! Go, go, go.
Stat, stat.
FBI! We have a warrant for Stuart Moore.
We're clear! Looks like Nick Frost was wrong.
Old Stewey is a killer.
I want up on Moore's phone ASAP.
Hey, NYPD, can you BOLO his car and get MTA and Port Authority up to speed? Sure.
Hey, let's flag his credit and debit cards.
If Stuart Moore so much as buys a tissue, I want to know where he's standing before he blows his nose.
This HR report is a pretty long and scathing indictment of Moore's toxic behavior.
But the so-called charges are relatively benign.
Depends on how you define benign.
He played golf and went to strip clubs with male clients.
No, he excluded female associates from participating in important professional events.
That speaks to a pattern of behavior, one that's malignant, not benign.
So as far as potential targets, we should start with the witnesses that were involved in the termination proceedings.
There are 21 in all.
And of those 21, 17 were women.
We should focus on them first, but we need new data.
All this stuff is old.
We need fresh, real-time data.
Maggie, it's Dana.
You're still on the scene, correct? Yes, we are.
Okay, can you please tell us what all is in the apartment? And be very specific.
Eight lead pipes, about a foot long.
Eight fuses.
Probably ten pounds of sugar and permanganate.
He's not finished.
There's still more pipe bombs out there possibly.
Looks that way.
He's got a ton of cufflinks, gold and silver.
No monograms that I can see.
So Moore is using cufflinks as shrapnel as a metaphor.
"I'm gonna kill the people who stole my success with the very symbol of that success.
" Yeah, it also sends a pro-male/anti-feminist message.
Cufflinks represent masculinity and power.
What else do you see, Maggie? Uh there's a lot of trash and takeout containers on the counter.
It looks like they haven't been touched for weeks.
So he's ignoring his basic needs.
So this new mission has become all-consuming.
And in the living room About a dozen awards and plaques that are shattered on the ground.
Right, because when he was on top, he proudly displayed all those accolades.
Now that he's on the bottom, it's a cruel reminder of the past, so he destroys them and then he vows to destroy those who diminished him.
The question is, who is at the top of that very long list? Keller Hogan, Street Beat employees they're all still on the table.
Again, I say we start with the women and we focus on the ones who profited the most from his demise.
Frost keeps emphasizing how loyal Moore was.
So maybe it's not about the money at all or gender.
Maybe it's really about fidelity.
The destruction of all those Wall Street accolades really is about a betrayal.
Maggie.
Dana, we have something else.
There'd dried blood, a lot of it.
Are you saying that Moore killed someone? Or somebody killed him.
Hey, we get any hits on Moore's phone? No activity in the past week.
- Social media? - Nonexistent.
No Facebook, no Twitter, nothing.
Hold on.
The results from the lab - just came back.
- Mm-hmm.
Looks like the blood in Stuart Moore's apartment is Stuart Moore's.
So maybe Maggie was right.
Maybe somebody killed him or attacked him.
All right, people, we're looking for a body.
Don't know if it's warm or cold.
Get in touch with every hospital and morgue in the five boroughs.
Let's go.
I understand you're looking for someone? Stuart Moore.
We know he's being treated here.
He's not receiving visitors.
We're not visitors.
We're the FBI.
I I see that.
But he's in a coma.
What happened? Was he attacked? We have warrants.
We're gonna find out eventually.
He tried to kill himself.
- When? - Six days ago.
Excuse me.
Moore's been in the hospital for six days.
He's not our bomber.
Okay, so this is from last Tuesday at 7:22 p.
m.
Security footage from outside Moore's apartment.
So six days before the first pipe bomb? So we know Moore himself isn't the bomber, but Maggie and OA found bomb-making materials in his apartment, which means the actual bomber is someone close to him.
Yeah, someone with access to his apartment.
Who found the body? His ex-wife, Martina.
She's the one who called 911.
- Track her down.
- Yeah, on it.
Pipe bombs? What the hell are you talking about? Stuart has been in the hospital.
For seven days, we know.
Then why are we even talking? He's obviously not involved.
Well, somebody close to him is.
Do you have a key to his apartment? No, we're not that close anymore.
We barely talk.
But you're the one that found the body.
You're the one that called 911.
We were supposed to have dinner that night with my son.
Stuart wasn't responding to my calls or texts, so I got nervous.
I went to his apartment and What about your son? Does he have a key to Stuart's apartment? Martina, I know this is very difficult for you, but we need to find your son before another bomb goes off.
I don't know where he is.
We haven't spoken in a few days.
Has he ever disappeared like this before? Sometimes.
This past year has been very difficult for him.
Cameron idolizes his father.
So this fall from grace has been painful for all of us but especially him.
We're gonna need you to call him right now.
He doesn't have a phone anymore.
He threw it away a few days ago, said he needed to disconnect from the world.
Well, maybe there's another way you can contact him.
No.
I've tried.
You're lying.
We know that Cameron's been texting you from a burner phone.
I'm sorry.
I forgot.
No, you lied.
There is a big difference.
One is an oversight.
The other is a felony.
So you cooperate with us, or we will arrest you right now for obstruction of justice.
I don't care what you do to me.
Cameron's my only son.
He's my sweet angel.
Yeah, well, your sweet angel just killed two people and is preparing to kill a third.
Martina, if you cooperate with us, we have a better shot of bringing him in alive.
Okay, okay.
When you talked to him today, what did he say? Nothing.
He was incoherent, manic.
Kept saying that he was going to make things right.
Let the world know who the Moores really are.
I had no idea he was involved in this, I swear.
I'm I'm so sorry.
Where is he staying now? At my apartment.
356 West 22nd Street.
Thank you.
That's very helpful.
One more thing we're gonna need your phone.
Cameron Moore, 26, NYU grad, majored in chemistry.
So he has a rudimentary understanding of explosives.
What's his employment history? Five jobs, all in finance, none of which stuck for more than six months, and he lost the last one three days after Keller Hogan fired Stuart.
So as far as motive, it's timeless.
A son seeks revenge for his father's unjust demise.
And the attempted suicide was the trigger.
Let's bring him in.
All right, pilgrims, heads up.
We have a new suspect, Cameron Moore! Let's go ahead and put a BOLO out on this young chap as soon as possible.
Anything? I'll try again.
Where are you, my sweet angel? You said you were going to swing by my apartment.
Spencer.
He wants an update.
You know he's really tight with the ADIC.
It's part of his inner circle.
They all go golfing at some fancy club in D.
C.
Sounds familiar.
Yeah, FBI, Wall Street, same deal.
Except when it comes to getting paid, of course.
At the end of the day, Spencer's just doing his job, trying to help.
If Jubal was our boss instead of Dana, you think the ADIC would have sent Spencer in the first place? It's a good question.
But then again, the ADIC hired Dana over Jubal, so it's not that clear-cut.
I mean, that's why these issues are so complicated.
It's never clear-cut.
"Sorry, I can't come home.
I must finish what I started.
" Please don't do anything stupid.
Uh, I'll hire the best lawyer in the city.
Good.
"It doesn't matter.
Love you.
" Kristen, tell me you got him.
18th between 8th and 9th.
- OA, there he is.
- I got him.
Hang on.
- I push, you punch.
- Got it.
Show me your hands.
Behind your back! You killed two innocent people.
Spare your victims the pain of a trial.
Tell us what happened.
They weren't innocent.
And they aren't the victims.
I imagine it'd be really hard to watch your father struggle.
I understand your frustration, your rage.
No.
No.
You don't.
What happened to my father to my family We were sacrificed on the mantle of righteousness by the most unrighteous.
Our lives were destroyed, our reputations blown to pieces for nothing.
So please, don't insult me with some hollow attempt at empathy.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to minimize anything that you've been through.
That's more hollow empathy.
Okay, how about this? Life's not fair.
Your old man got screwed, and yeah, we don't understand your rage.
Much better.
Thanks.
But the Moores will prevail.
When all is said and done, my father's name will be shown the respect it deserves.
Cameron, everything is already said and done.
It's over.
No.
Not yet.
There's exactly 38 minutes left.
Where did you plant it? Lawyer.
Okay, let's shut down all postal deliveries in the city.
USPS, UPS, FedEx.
It's a good move, but it's likely he already planted the bomb, like he did at the coffee shop.
Could you pull up surveillance video from when he was first arrested and then track his movements backward from there? Okay, he was arrested on 18th between 8th and 9th.
He was walking east when he was collared, so I'll work my way west.
Oh, there he is.
Bodega on 8th.
All right, he's in a hurry.
- He looks worried.
- Mm.
Is there anything farther west? Mm, uh, here.
ATM west of 9th.
Okay, he's moving slower, more deliberate.
He's averting his eyes, doesn't want to draw attention.
And that's why.
He has a backpack.
But by the time he gets to 8th, he doesn't.
Means he planted it somewhere.
Can you keep rolling the video? He might just take us to the target.
Okay, so he takes a left off of 18th into an alley heading uptown, but by the time he hits the bodega, he doesn't have the backpack.
So the bomb has to be somewhere in that vicinity.
How much time elapsed from when he ducked into the alley until he passed the bodega? Mm, seven minutes? Mm-hmm, so let's calculate How fast he walks and how far he could travel in 3 1/2 minutes? Yeah.
The postmaster general froze all deliveries in Manhattan.
All the major private services are on board too.
Good, but it looks like Cameron made his own personal delivery somewhere north of 18th Street.
Okay, I did the math.
The radius is between 18th and 23rd Street, somewhere between 6th and 9th Avenues.
Okay, so the only two persons of interest who live and work nearby are Rose Laporta, the whistleblower, and our good buddy Nick Frost.
Neither one is answering calls.
Traffic is gridlocked heading north and west.
Sirens or no sirens, it's gonna be tough to get there.
Get Maggie and OA there.
They're on their way to Cameron's mother's apartment.
They're not gonna be able to hit both targets in time.
Then let's focus on Rose.
The bomber clearly has an anti-feminist agenda.
No, no, this is about loyalty.
The odds of a third victim breaking pattern are extremely low.
I don't give a damn about odds.
What I've seen and what I've heard tell me that Cameron is gunning for Nick Frost.
Frost said, and I quote, Moore saved his ass more times than he can count, but Frost didn't return the favor.
Instead he turned on him.
In Cameron's mind and in his father's mind, that is the act of ultimate betrayal.
Listen, with all due respect, I was sent here by the assistant director in charge to profile this case, and that's what I'm doing.
We go with Rose.
- Do you understand? - Okay.
This is my office, Spencer.
I make the tactical calls, and if the ADIC has a problem with that, he can call me directly.
I want Maggie and OA at Frost's apartment right now.
Right.
FBI! Nick Frost! 18 minutes left.
Still no word from Frost.
But we did track down Rose Laporta.
She's in London.
- Dana Mosier.
- Hey, it's Maggie.
We're inside Nick's apartment.
He's not here.
No sign of suspicious packages in the lobby or his apartment.
Okay, we have visual proof that Cameron dumped that backpack somewhere in that vicinity.
Did you clear his office? Uh, yeah, security checked the mail logs too.
No packages have been delivered to him in the last several hours.
Where the hell did Cameron deliver that bomb? It's lunchtime, maybe a restaurant.
Okay, looks like Frost eats lunch at one of three places: Provence, Bruno's, or the Brentham Club.
The only place in our radius is the Brentham Club.
An all-male private club filled with Wall Street elite.
And Moore's a member there.
I remember seeing a plaque in his apartment.
What better place to make a statement? It's only a block away.
Go now.
We'll send the bomb squad.
Excuse me, this is a private club.
- Yeah, we're the FBI.
- Yeah, ma'am, but Don't you dare say no women allowed.
There's a bomb in this building.
Get everybody out immediately! Everyone evacuate immediately! Ma'am, I'm afraid this is a private club - Is Nick Frost here? - Yes.
- Nick Frost! Nick! - Um - This about Stewey? - Yes, so get out now! Everyone, we believe there's a bomb planted somewhere in this restaurant! Evacuate immediately! Let's go! Let's go! Move.
Let's go now! Let's go! Please, you guys, get out.
Guys, let's go.
Let's go.
There's a bomb in the room! Let's go! - Now! Go! - Go, go, go.
Maggie, I have it.
Everybody, please, evacuate immediately.
Let's go! Come on, there's a bomb in the building! Dana, we have the backpack.
- How far away is bomb squad? - Five minutes away.
But the bomb detonates in three! Maggie, clear the building.
Get the hell out of there.
Forget the bomb.
- Let's move! Let's go! - OA! We have two minutes.
Let's go! Now! Come on! There's a bomb in the restaurant.
- Let's go! - All guests and staff Maggie, I'm gonna check the bathroom! Yeah.
Hurry up, come on.
Let's go! Go! Sir, you have to get out.
There's a bomb in the restaurant.
Wait, my son.
He's in the stall.
Hey, you need to get out right now.
- Go outside.
Hurry! - Yes, ma'am.
- Let's go, bud.
- You're okay.
You're okay.
Maggie! Maggie! Maggie.
Are you all right? Yeah, real great.
In fact, never freaking better.
Okay, let's get out of here.
I'm not supposed to be here in the first place.
Hey, okay.
Okay, guys.
Okay, let's - It was all her.
- No, it wasn't.
Oh, come on, it was a team effort! Good job.
Just glad we got there in time.
Great work, both of you.
Thank you.
Ma'am, if I may? I just, uh uh, just want to congratulate you, that's all.
Your profiling was spot-on, your instincts you know, all of it.
You saved a lot of lives just now.
Your analysis of the Fed conundrum was perfect.
One, never use the word "conundrum," and two, I don't like ass-kissers.
But I hear you did some great work on the Kelton merger, so keep it up.
Dale, we didn't get the Trinity IPO.
That's it? A sad headshake? Pretty sure that's not gonna replace the $70 million in fees we just lost.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what happened.
I tried my best.
No one cares how hard you try, Dale.
We're not handing out "A" s for effort.
So go back out there and win.
That's all that matters.
Hey, let's listen up, people! The league tables just came out.
We've been ranked number two out of 19 firms.
If we're ranked number two again next year, each and every one of you is gonna be looking for another job.
Keller Hogan has been the preeminent investment bank on Wall Street for 137 years.
We don't accept second place.
Ever.
Too much? Um, no.
It was spot-on.
You're lying.
- A little.
- Mm.
Truth is, if we're number two next year, I'm gonna be looking for a new job.
There's no use in sugarcoating it.
Uh, look what just came in for you.
Looks pretty fancy.
Wall Street, bomb.
Occupy Wall Street 2.
0? Or an extremist group from the Middle East, Russia, China.
And a lot of other countries.
The list of anti-capitalist Wall Street haters is pretty long.
Check it out.
What do we got? Pipe bomb, nails, glass.
But I also found pieces of duct tape and gray and yellow metal fragments.
Gray metal means lead pipe.
Yellow metal means another type of shrapnel.
Maybe the bomber mixed it in with the glass and nails to pack a bigger punch.
Can you get the tape and metal frags to the lab right away? - Yeah.
- Detective.
One dead, five injured.
So far, no one taking credit for the bomb.
DOA got a name? Uh, Veronica Klein.
Employee? More like CEO.
Veronica Klein, 45, Master of the Universe extraordinaire, married, no kids, Yale undergrad, Stanford MBA.
She's been at Keller Hogan for 20 years.
She became CEO 13 months ago.
She was the first-ever female CEO of a top-tier, white-shoe firm.
Let's dig into her life, her friends, her foes.
This bomb had Veronica's name on it.
Let's find out why.
Could be as simple as gender.
Her appointment to CEO created a lot of outrage.
Critics felt that the firm was trying to placate the MeToo movement, and Veronica didn't disappoint.
She did her first interview saying, "My primary goal was to transform "the male-centric boys' club culture endemic on Wall Street," which creates a lot of enemies.
As do all noble objectives, right? We've confirmed that the package was sent from the Midtown post office.
Uh, great.
Pull all the videocams in the vicinity right away.
Will do.
Have we talked to Veronica's husband yet? Uh, Maggie and OA are with him now.
Okay.
Specific threats? No.
But there were definitely a lot of thinly veiled unspecific threats.
What do you mean? It's how people on Wall Street communicate.
"You don't perform, you're fired.
" "You don't double my bonus, I quit.
" "You quit, I sue.
" "You sue, I countersue.
" So much testosterone, it's exhausting.
Hmm, not an easy place for a woman to survive, - let alone excel.
- You have no idea.
Well, maybe you do.
I'm guessing the FBI is pretty similar.
Um, Dr.
Klein, are you aware of any recent arguments, confrontations? She didn't mention any.
Veronica was an amazing woman.
She was fearless, brilliant.
But she was tough and ambitious.
She didn't get to the top by accident.
Most people don't.
Especially if you're a woman.
Uh, did she have any enemies? Were there disgruntled employees? I I don't know.
Well, thank you for your time.
If there's anything else that you can think of that might be helpful.
Wait.
There was a guy, a a banker.
N-Nick Frost.
He quit about, uh, six or seven months ago.
He he was very aggressive.
Told Veronica he was gonna ruin her life.
That's very helpful.
Thank you.
Just find the son of a bitch who did this.
We'll do our best.
Um, I couldn't help but notice that when he said the FBI was like Wall Street, you smiled.
The first day I reported to Quantico, my instructor asked me if I was dropping off my husband.
Let's go find Nick Frost.
Well, about time.
I've been here for 15 minutes.
What can I say, Nick? Busy day.
Mm.
Do you know a woman by the name of Veronica Klein? Why do you ask? Because she's dead.
Someone sent her a pipe bomb this morning.
That's it? No reaction? No surprise? No, "What the hell do you mean, somebody sent her a pipe bomb?" Forgive me, Detective.
Special Agent.
Oh, forgive me, Special Agent.
I prefer to keep my thoughts and emotions to myself.
That's interesting.
Does this sound like an email of a man who keeps his thoughts and emotions to himself? "I'm gonna blow your ass up, tell the world what a fraud you really are.
" - So? - So she blew up today, Nick.
She so you think you think I did it? Are you are you kidding me? Does it look like we're kidding? I sent her a stupid email.
It sounded more like a threat.
Like a threat that came true, Nick.
Veronica screwed me out of $33 million.
What was I supposed to do, send her a muffin basket? $33 million.
Yeah, $33.
4 million, to be exact.
Well, how exactly did Veronica screw you out of $33.
4 million? Veronica took credit for a deal that I originated, generated $100 million in fees.
I get 1/3, okay? The one thing that you never do on Wall Street is take another man's paper.
That's exactly what Veronica, Almighty Queen of the Enlightened, did.
So forgive me if I'm not shedding any tears, okay? Who the hell is this guy, Gordon Gekko's long-lost son? You can hear the resentment and misogyny at every turn.
"Mighty Queen, enlightened.
" Must have made him crazy working under Veronica.
Question is, did she make him crazy enough to put a pipe bomb in her office? The better question is, when and where will the next pipe bomb explode? Um, sorry to interrupt.
Supervisory Special Agent Spencer Briggs.
Hello, just in from Quantico.
I'm Dana Mosier.
I'm the special agent in charge.
And this is Jubal Valentine, the assistant special agent in charge.
Can we help you? Well, yeah, Assistant Director in Charge Fritz sent me to profile the case.
So I'm here to profile the case.
I'm so confused.
I told the ADIC we didn't need any help because I used to be a profiler.
I'm sure he's just trying to take some work off your plate.
Oh, very thoughtful of him.
Look, I apologize for the lack of communication.
Uh, I really do.
Uh, the good news is, I'm confident I can add some value here.
I've had a lot of experience with serial bombings.
Well, there's there's no evidence there's another attack in the works.
Yeah, whether there is or isn't, it doesn't really matter.
According to my research, 82% of the time, bombers strike more than once.
And 86% of all bombers well, they are white males, but they're also disenfranchised young loners.
They're nothing like this guy.
Heck, 92% earn at or below poverty-level wages.
According to my research, damn near all victims are male, except in this case.
Numbers are helpful, but people are more helpful.
So for now, why don't we just focus on him and not about your random numbers? It says here that you have a degree in mechanical engineering from Cornell.
Yeah, what does that mean? That means you know how to make a bomb.
A bomb, are you kidding? I don't even know how to make lemonade.
Seriously, I told you it was just a stupid email.
I didn't mean those words literally.
It was just all it was all hyperbole, okay? It's how people on Wall Street talk.
All right, at least they used to before all this Hollywood PC nonsense pervaded the nation.
And does it bother you that you're required to be respectful? Being respectful is wonderful.
Being held hostage to self-serving women weaponizing their gender to get ahead at the expense, perhaps, of more talented men, now, that that bothers me.
Wow.
Really don't want to put the shovel down, do you? I mean, every time I think maybe you're not involved, you say something like that and you go back to being our number one suspect.
I didn't kill Veronica.
In a certain context, her screwing me over was the best thing that could've happened to me.
It forced me to quit.
I started my own fund.
And and and if things go as expected, I can make $50 mil this year.
Why would I jeopardize all that just to just to get revenge on Veronica? Very compelling stuff, Nick.
Sit tight all the same.
Turns out the yellow shrapnel recovered at the scene is gold.
14-karat gold, to be precise.
Sounds like our bomber is pretty well-off.
Hmm.
And who uses high-quality gold as shrapnel? There's more.
We assembled some of the gold fragments, did a digital reconstruction.
Found this.
These mean anything to you? Uh, they look like, uh, some ugly cufflinks.
Yeah, with KH on them.
Keller Hogan? Yeah, they gave them to us as a Christmas gift a few years back.
The women made a big stink too, said it was sexist.
Well, the cufflinks were used as shrapnel.
That's part of the bomb.
You still have yours? No, I regifted them to my weird cousin Mike.
Some lame Secret Santa thing.
So they're missing.
Cufflinks are stupid.
Okay, why spend two extra minutes every morning and every night taking on and taking off these weird little pieces of jewelry? You go to the gym, that's four times.
Means you're wasting eight minutes every every workday.
That's 240 minutes a month, times 12, divided by 60.
That's 48 hours a year, just to make your stupid sleeves work.
A narcissistic employee gets a gift.
He feels undervalued, unappreciated, so he gives the gift back to his employer in a violent and lethal manner.
- It's plausible.
- It's just very improbable.
I mean, look, empirically speaking, the probability our pipe bomber even owns a pair of gold cufflinks, it's incredibly low, as is the probability he's as wealthy and high-functioning as this guy.
I just think we're wasting our time.
Why are we dealing with empirical data when we have subjective data right in front of us? Nick Frost is right there.
He worked at Keller Hogan, he received gold cufflinks as a Christmas gift, and he hated Veronica Klein.
I hate to interrupt, but another bomb just went off.
Like I said, 82% of the time, there's more than one bomb.
Time and place, bro.
Time and place.
Carla.
One dead, two injured.
Pipe bomb? Made with lead, just like the other one.
Lots of silver and yellow fragments in the walls.
So now the bomber is using gold and silver shrapnel? All right, let's rush this to the evidence lab.
Sir, are you okay? I'm good.
I'm not hurt, anyway.
You work here? Yeah.
I'm the owner.
I was just checking my emails, sitting at a table, and then from out of nowhere, there's this loud boom, and I look to my left and Carly's - Who's Carly? - She's a a barista.
But the EMT guy said that she didn't make it.
I'm sorry.
She's been with me for over a year, real good person.
Uh, before the explosion, did you notice anything unusual? There was a backpack lying on the floor, near the ground by the counter, just sitting there.
I thought that someone had gone into the bathroom or or forgotten it, but I should've done something, but you don't think that way, you know? You don't look at a stupid backpack and think, "Gee, I think that's a bomb," you know? There's no way you could've known what was inside that backpack.
So Carly, what's her last name? Fincher.
Carly Fincher.
Carly Fincher, 27, grew up in Stamford, Connecticut, graduated from Boston University, got her master's in journalism from Columbia in 2017.
Any connection between her and Veronica? Well, Kristen and her team are running different algorithms, but so far, no commonalities.
Different ages, races, careers, social circles.
These two couldn't be any less similar.
Veronica was white.
Carly was black.
Veronica was rich and powerful.
Carly was broke and anonymous.
Veronica talked to ten-figure big shots.
Carly made soy lattes for hipsters and poets.
Uh, Maggie just sent over a surveillance video - from the coffee shop.
- Oh, great.
This is from two minutes before the explosion.
Okay, so that's from inside the café.
We're still analyzing video from outside.
We've got a team reviewing footage from within a mile radius of the coffee shop.
The place was almost empty, so the bomber wasn't looking for mass casualties.
No, this was targeted.
Carly was the intended victim.
It's clear that the bomber's escalating.
His first bomb, he sent anonymously via U.
S.
mail.
This one, he hand-delivers.
He's definitely taking more risk, which means he's even more dangerous than before.
Yeah, this also means Nick Frost, Mr.
$50 Million A Year, is either innocent or working with the guy we just saw on that video.
So Two of my favorite things on this blessed Earth are attractive young women and coffee.
So why would I kill a barista? Two people are dead and you're making a sexist joke? Really, so saying you like coffee and attractive women is sexist? Your charm's wearing thin.
Hey, and so is my patience.
Now, I've been really cooperative, I've answered all your questions, but come on, enough is enough.
Well, I appreciate your cooperation and your colorful commentary, Mr.
Frost.
We're not done talking just yet.
Not done talking just yet.
What the hell is that supposed to mean? It means shut up and stay put.
Uh, ma'am? Just one sec.
- Yeah.
- Um Why are we still holding this guy? Because we can, because we might need him to answer more questions down the road.
So rather than spend the time we don't have looking for him, I want to keep him right here where I know where I can find him.
Mm-hmm, so with all due respect, you don't think you're taking this a little too personally? What I'm saying is, obviously, you relate very closely with victim number one.
You're both determined women who rose to power in an overtly male environment.
Your point? Come on, this guy personifies every privileged misogynist you've had to indulge throughout your whole career.
Don't feel bad, you know? It makes sense.
Are you seriously profiling me right now, Agent Briggs? Am I profiling you? Um yeah.
Well, let me save you the trouble.
Here's who I am: the boss.
Not because I'm a woman and not because I have friends in the Senate.
I have this job because I'm good.
So you can stop focusing on me and start focusing on who the hell's responsible for these two murders.
And the next time you introduce yourself to a female special agent in charge, shake her damn hand.
I pulled prints off the duct tape for both bombs.
The good news is, they belong to the same person.
The bad news is, that person isn't in the system or named Nick Frost.
Okay, what about Carly Fincher? You able to get into her phone, email records, hard drive? Yeah, Kristen and her team are analyzing the data now, trying to connect her and Veronica.
And I think we just found that connection.
Carly was a writer for a blog called Street Beat.
She wrote under a pseudonym, Navi Poesky.
Navi spelled backwards is Ivan.
Could be a riff on Ivan Boesky.
Who is he? He's one of the original corporate raiders.
He's the guy who said, "Greed is good," way before Michael Douglas in "Wall Street.
" Okay, so Carly writes a finance blog under a fake name.
Mm-hmm.
How does that make her a target or connected to Veronica? Carly wrote a series of scathing articles about a guy named Stuart Moore.
He was a rising star at you guessed it Keller Hogan until Veronica fired him for cause.
So Carly wrote four articles about Stuart Moore.
Basically eviscerating him for being an out-of-touch boys' clubber.
You know, oblivious to the new, enlightened culture on Wall Street.
What was the specific reason for his termination? Spending company funds on an extravagant, all-male weekend with a major client in Vegas.
And then Rose Laporta, the woman that works for Moore, found out about it, felt excluded, and notified Human Resources.
A Williams undergrad, MBA from Columbia, divorced, one son.
And unsurprisingly, his work history ends at Keller Hogan.
Gets fired, press runs with the story, blows up his reputation.
And so he decides to blow up the people that blew him up in the first place: Veronica Klein, the CEO that fired his ass; and, uh, Carly Fincher, the blogger who couldn't stop writing about him.
Okay, dig into Moore and anyone else who was involved in the termination proceeding.
I want names of lawyers, witnesses, executives, anybody who was a part of it.
Copy that.
Do we have an address on this guy? Not yet.
He seems to have fallen off the map a few months ago.
Okay.
Check in with Nick Frost.
Find out if Moore is even capable of doing something like this.
Okay.
No, no, Stewey is a great guy, okay? He's smart, loyal.
He's real loyal, actually.
Guy saved my ass more times than I can count not for money either, just 'cause he's a he's a good guy.
When was the last time you two spoke? Uh, about a year ago.
After he got fired, we kind of lost touch.
Why is that? You know, he went from superstar to jackass overnight, all for playing golf and going to a strip club with a $90-million-a-year client.
Hmm, well, times have changed.
Yeah, well, a client wants to ogle naked chicks, you take him to a place with naked chicks, okay? They want to ogle penguins, then you take them to the zoo.
It's that simple.
The point the goal, Special Agent, is to make money, okay, not change the world.
Okay, do you know where Moore might be living? He fell off the grid a few months ago.
The only thing I can think of is, his mother had a condo in Chelsea.
After she died, she left it to him, so But I'm telling you guys, you're wasting your time.
Old Stewey is no killer.
Well, we're gonna go talk to him all the same.
Okay, I can go too, then? - Yeah.
- Uh, no.
Actually, you can sit back down.
You're gonna need an agent to walk you to the door.
Can I have my phone? FBI! Go, go, go.
Stat, stat.
FBI! We have a warrant for Stuart Moore.
We're clear! Looks like Nick Frost was wrong.
Old Stewey is a killer.
I want up on Moore's phone ASAP.
Hey, NYPD, can you BOLO his car and get MTA and Port Authority up to speed? Sure.
Hey, let's flag his credit and debit cards.
If Stuart Moore so much as buys a tissue, I want to know where he's standing before he blows his nose.
This HR report is a pretty long and scathing indictment of Moore's toxic behavior.
But the so-called charges are relatively benign.
Depends on how you define benign.
He played golf and went to strip clubs with male clients.
No, he excluded female associates from participating in important professional events.
That speaks to a pattern of behavior, one that's malignant, not benign.
So as far as potential targets, we should start with the witnesses that were involved in the termination proceedings.
There are 21 in all.
And of those 21, 17 were women.
We should focus on them first, but we need new data.
All this stuff is old.
We need fresh, real-time data.
Maggie, it's Dana.
You're still on the scene, correct? Yes, we are.
Okay, can you please tell us what all is in the apartment? And be very specific.
Eight lead pipes, about a foot long.
Eight fuses.
Probably ten pounds of sugar and permanganate.
He's not finished.
There's still more pipe bombs out there possibly.
Looks that way.
He's got a ton of cufflinks, gold and silver.
No monograms that I can see.
So Moore is using cufflinks as shrapnel as a metaphor.
"I'm gonna kill the people who stole my success with the very symbol of that success.
" Yeah, it also sends a pro-male/anti-feminist message.
Cufflinks represent masculinity and power.
What else do you see, Maggie? Uh there's a lot of trash and takeout containers on the counter.
It looks like they haven't been touched for weeks.
So he's ignoring his basic needs.
So this new mission has become all-consuming.
And in the living room About a dozen awards and plaques that are shattered on the ground.
Right, because when he was on top, he proudly displayed all those accolades.
Now that he's on the bottom, it's a cruel reminder of the past, so he destroys them and then he vows to destroy those who diminished him.
The question is, who is at the top of that very long list? Keller Hogan, Street Beat employees they're all still on the table.
Again, I say we start with the women and we focus on the ones who profited the most from his demise.
Frost keeps emphasizing how loyal Moore was.
So maybe it's not about the money at all or gender.
Maybe it's really about fidelity.
The destruction of all those Wall Street accolades really is about a betrayal.
Maggie.
Dana, we have something else.
There'd dried blood, a lot of it.
Are you saying that Moore killed someone? Or somebody killed him.
Hey, we get any hits on Moore's phone? No activity in the past week.
- Social media? - Nonexistent.
No Facebook, no Twitter, nothing.
Hold on.
The results from the lab - just came back.
- Mm-hmm.
Looks like the blood in Stuart Moore's apartment is Stuart Moore's.
So maybe Maggie was right.
Maybe somebody killed him or attacked him.
All right, people, we're looking for a body.
Don't know if it's warm or cold.
Get in touch with every hospital and morgue in the five boroughs.
Let's go.
I understand you're looking for someone? Stuart Moore.
We know he's being treated here.
He's not receiving visitors.
We're not visitors.
We're the FBI.
I I see that.
But he's in a coma.
What happened? Was he attacked? We have warrants.
We're gonna find out eventually.
He tried to kill himself.
- When? - Six days ago.
Excuse me.
Moore's been in the hospital for six days.
He's not our bomber.
Okay, so this is from last Tuesday at 7:22 p.
m.
Security footage from outside Moore's apartment.
So six days before the first pipe bomb? So we know Moore himself isn't the bomber, but Maggie and OA found bomb-making materials in his apartment, which means the actual bomber is someone close to him.
Yeah, someone with access to his apartment.
Who found the body? His ex-wife, Martina.
She's the one who called 911.
- Track her down.
- Yeah, on it.
Pipe bombs? What the hell are you talking about? Stuart has been in the hospital.
For seven days, we know.
Then why are we even talking? He's obviously not involved.
Well, somebody close to him is.
Do you have a key to his apartment? No, we're not that close anymore.
We barely talk.
But you're the one that found the body.
You're the one that called 911.
We were supposed to have dinner that night with my son.
Stuart wasn't responding to my calls or texts, so I got nervous.
I went to his apartment and What about your son? Does he have a key to Stuart's apartment? Martina, I know this is very difficult for you, but we need to find your son before another bomb goes off.
I don't know where he is.
We haven't spoken in a few days.
Has he ever disappeared like this before? Sometimes.
This past year has been very difficult for him.
Cameron idolizes his father.
So this fall from grace has been painful for all of us but especially him.
We're gonna need you to call him right now.
He doesn't have a phone anymore.
He threw it away a few days ago, said he needed to disconnect from the world.
Well, maybe there's another way you can contact him.
No.
I've tried.
You're lying.
We know that Cameron's been texting you from a burner phone.
I'm sorry.
I forgot.
No, you lied.
There is a big difference.
One is an oversight.
The other is a felony.
So you cooperate with us, or we will arrest you right now for obstruction of justice.
I don't care what you do to me.
Cameron's my only son.
He's my sweet angel.
Yeah, well, your sweet angel just killed two people and is preparing to kill a third.
Martina, if you cooperate with us, we have a better shot of bringing him in alive.
Okay, okay.
When you talked to him today, what did he say? Nothing.
He was incoherent, manic.
Kept saying that he was going to make things right.
Let the world know who the Moores really are.
I had no idea he was involved in this, I swear.
I'm I'm so sorry.
Where is he staying now? At my apartment.
356 West 22nd Street.
Thank you.
That's very helpful.
One more thing we're gonna need your phone.
Cameron Moore, 26, NYU grad, majored in chemistry.
So he has a rudimentary understanding of explosives.
What's his employment history? Five jobs, all in finance, none of which stuck for more than six months, and he lost the last one three days after Keller Hogan fired Stuart.
So as far as motive, it's timeless.
A son seeks revenge for his father's unjust demise.
And the attempted suicide was the trigger.
Let's bring him in.
All right, pilgrims, heads up.
We have a new suspect, Cameron Moore! Let's go ahead and put a BOLO out on this young chap as soon as possible.
Anything? I'll try again.
Where are you, my sweet angel? You said you were going to swing by my apartment.
Spencer.
He wants an update.
You know he's really tight with the ADIC.
It's part of his inner circle.
They all go golfing at some fancy club in D.
C.
Sounds familiar.
Yeah, FBI, Wall Street, same deal.
Except when it comes to getting paid, of course.
At the end of the day, Spencer's just doing his job, trying to help.
If Jubal was our boss instead of Dana, you think the ADIC would have sent Spencer in the first place? It's a good question.
But then again, the ADIC hired Dana over Jubal, so it's not that clear-cut.
I mean, that's why these issues are so complicated.
It's never clear-cut.
"Sorry, I can't come home.
I must finish what I started.
" Please don't do anything stupid.
Uh, I'll hire the best lawyer in the city.
Good.
"It doesn't matter.
Love you.
" Kristen, tell me you got him.
18th between 8th and 9th.
- OA, there he is.
- I got him.
Hang on.
- I push, you punch.
- Got it.
Show me your hands.
Behind your back! You killed two innocent people.
Spare your victims the pain of a trial.
Tell us what happened.
They weren't innocent.
And they aren't the victims.
I imagine it'd be really hard to watch your father struggle.
I understand your frustration, your rage.
No.
No.
You don't.
What happened to my father to my family We were sacrificed on the mantle of righteousness by the most unrighteous.
Our lives were destroyed, our reputations blown to pieces for nothing.
So please, don't insult me with some hollow attempt at empathy.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to minimize anything that you've been through.
That's more hollow empathy.
Okay, how about this? Life's not fair.
Your old man got screwed, and yeah, we don't understand your rage.
Much better.
Thanks.
But the Moores will prevail.
When all is said and done, my father's name will be shown the respect it deserves.
Cameron, everything is already said and done.
It's over.
No.
Not yet.
There's exactly 38 minutes left.
Where did you plant it? Lawyer.
Okay, let's shut down all postal deliveries in the city.
USPS, UPS, FedEx.
It's a good move, but it's likely he already planted the bomb, like he did at the coffee shop.
Could you pull up surveillance video from when he was first arrested and then track his movements backward from there? Okay, he was arrested on 18th between 8th and 9th.
He was walking east when he was collared, so I'll work my way west.
Oh, there he is.
Bodega on 8th.
All right, he's in a hurry.
- He looks worried.
- Mm.
Is there anything farther west? Mm, uh, here.
ATM west of 9th.
Okay, he's moving slower, more deliberate.
He's averting his eyes, doesn't want to draw attention.
And that's why.
He has a backpack.
But by the time he gets to 8th, he doesn't.
Means he planted it somewhere.
Can you keep rolling the video? He might just take us to the target.
Okay, so he takes a left off of 18th into an alley heading uptown, but by the time he hits the bodega, he doesn't have the backpack.
So the bomb has to be somewhere in that vicinity.
How much time elapsed from when he ducked into the alley until he passed the bodega? Mm, seven minutes? Mm-hmm, so let's calculate How fast he walks and how far he could travel in 3 1/2 minutes? Yeah.
The postmaster general froze all deliveries in Manhattan.
All the major private services are on board too.
Good, but it looks like Cameron made his own personal delivery somewhere north of 18th Street.
Okay, I did the math.
The radius is between 18th and 23rd Street, somewhere between 6th and 9th Avenues.
Okay, so the only two persons of interest who live and work nearby are Rose Laporta, the whistleblower, and our good buddy Nick Frost.
Neither one is answering calls.
Traffic is gridlocked heading north and west.
Sirens or no sirens, it's gonna be tough to get there.
Get Maggie and OA there.
They're on their way to Cameron's mother's apartment.
They're not gonna be able to hit both targets in time.
Then let's focus on Rose.
The bomber clearly has an anti-feminist agenda.
No, no, this is about loyalty.
The odds of a third victim breaking pattern are extremely low.
I don't give a damn about odds.
What I've seen and what I've heard tell me that Cameron is gunning for Nick Frost.
Frost said, and I quote, Moore saved his ass more times than he can count, but Frost didn't return the favor.
Instead he turned on him.
In Cameron's mind and in his father's mind, that is the act of ultimate betrayal.
Listen, with all due respect, I was sent here by the assistant director in charge to profile this case, and that's what I'm doing.
We go with Rose.
- Do you understand? - Okay.
This is my office, Spencer.
I make the tactical calls, and if the ADIC has a problem with that, he can call me directly.
I want Maggie and OA at Frost's apartment right now.
Right.
FBI! Nick Frost! 18 minutes left.
Still no word from Frost.
But we did track down Rose Laporta.
She's in London.
- Dana Mosier.
- Hey, it's Maggie.
We're inside Nick's apartment.
He's not here.
No sign of suspicious packages in the lobby or his apartment.
Okay, we have visual proof that Cameron dumped that backpack somewhere in that vicinity.
Did you clear his office? Uh, yeah, security checked the mail logs too.
No packages have been delivered to him in the last several hours.
Where the hell did Cameron deliver that bomb? It's lunchtime, maybe a restaurant.
Okay, looks like Frost eats lunch at one of three places: Provence, Bruno's, or the Brentham Club.
The only place in our radius is the Brentham Club.
An all-male private club filled with Wall Street elite.
And Moore's a member there.
I remember seeing a plaque in his apartment.
What better place to make a statement? It's only a block away.
Go now.
We'll send the bomb squad.
Excuse me, this is a private club.
- Yeah, we're the FBI.
- Yeah, ma'am, but Don't you dare say no women allowed.
There's a bomb in this building.
Get everybody out immediately! Everyone evacuate immediately! Ma'am, I'm afraid this is a private club - Is Nick Frost here? - Yes.
- Nick Frost! Nick! - Um - This about Stewey? - Yes, so get out now! Everyone, we believe there's a bomb planted somewhere in this restaurant! Evacuate immediately! Let's go! Let's go! Move.
Let's go now! Let's go! Please, you guys, get out.
Guys, let's go.
Let's go.
There's a bomb in the room! Let's go! - Now! Go! - Go, go, go.
Maggie, I have it.
Everybody, please, evacuate immediately.
Let's go! Come on, there's a bomb in the building! Dana, we have the backpack.
- How far away is bomb squad? - Five minutes away.
But the bomb detonates in three! Maggie, clear the building.
Get the hell out of there.
Forget the bomb.
- Let's move! Let's go! - OA! We have two minutes.
Let's go! Now! Come on! There's a bomb in the restaurant.
- Let's go! - All guests and staff Maggie, I'm gonna check the bathroom! Yeah.
Hurry up, come on.
Let's go! Go! Sir, you have to get out.
There's a bomb in the restaurant.
Wait, my son.
He's in the stall.
Hey, you need to get out right now.
- Go outside.
Hurry! - Yes, ma'am.
- Let's go, bud.
- You're okay.
You're okay.
Maggie! Maggie! Maggie.
Are you all right? Yeah, real great.
In fact, never freaking better.
Okay, let's get out of here.
I'm not supposed to be here in the first place.
Hey, okay.
Okay, guys.
Okay, let's - It was all her.
- No, it wasn't.
Oh, come on, it was a team effort! Good job.
Just glad we got there in time.
Great work, both of you.
Thank you.
Ma'am, if I may? I just, uh uh, just want to congratulate you, that's all.
Your profiling was spot-on, your instincts you know, all of it.
You saved a lot of lives just now.