FBI

Yeah. Yeah.

- I'm about to catch you. - You can't catch me.

Oh, no, you're blitzing.

No way.

Emmett Grant at the 20, 15, 10...

But the big mans on his tail.

Its like hes gone.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Oh, hey, Ginny.

Hey, Chris.

So you're babysitting?

Just till my mom gets home.

I'm not a baby.

Were gonna eat meatball sandwiches and play Xbox.

We are.

Look, you go get us set and Ill be up in a minute,

Okay, Em?

- Its not gonna be a minute. -

You always say a minute.

Its never a minute.

So what are you doing?

Going home to work on algebra, but I don't really get it.

Do you?

Graphing equations, kind of.

Can you show me?

No!

- We were a few blocks away when we heard the call.

What happened?

Single explosion, first floor,

right in the corner of the building.

- Nails, BBS, any kind of shrapnel?

Not that we found.

- What time was the explosion exactly?

Reports peg it at 4:03.

Its nine minutes ago.

We need every emergency vehicle headed here

stopped outside the perimeter.

Evacuate this building.

I got half a dozen guys inside

checking structural damage,

twice that many going door to door--

- Then you have them grab anyone they can see and get out right now.

- Oh, my God, my kids are in there!

- Maam, maam, you cant go in, maam.

Let me through!

My boys are in there!

We have the fire department

that's bringing everyone else that they can, okay?

But I don't see them.

Mom, Mom, I'm over here!

Are you okay?

- Mom. - Oh, my God. Thank God.

Wheres Emmett, baby?

He--he went inside, Mom.

No, no, no, no, no.

Hes right inside, hes only seven,

and he knows not to open the door for anyone.

- Okay, okay, just stay with me for just a minute.

- You don't understand. He's my baby.

- Listen, I know every instinct is telling you to go in there,

but you just need to--

Oh, my leg!

Wait, its coming down!

Go, go.

Cant hear. We don't know.

- Freeze the 20 blocks around 142nd and Stivers.

Shut down all subway lines into and out of the Bronx.

And give Port Authority the heads up that bridges,

tunnels, and train stations citywide are next.

How many didn't make it out?

- NYPDs working on a tenant list.

Lot of people home.

- So who's making a statement with this

and why?

- We were on the scene for 90 seconds before the second bang.

We only had time to rush an evacuation.

I just shut down half the city

and I can't open it up until we know its safe.

Who else is already here?

PD, FD, Emergency Management.

ATF and Homeland Security are on their way.

- I'll deconflict, but FBI owns the risk for what happens next,

so you two own this case.

- If you came over to apologize...

- I know there's no apology or explanation

changes what happened. - My baby died.

That's what happened.

I'm beyond sorry.

I cant begin to even understand

how you're feeling right now.

You don't have kids, do you?

I don't have children, no.

No, you cant understand.

You probably think that you did me a favor.

Maam, what Agent Bell did--

Emmett was only seven.

He was small for his age, but he was really smart.

You should have let me die in there.

Those blasts came from

the first floor corner apartment, right?

- Yeah, you know who lived there?

Felton Ames.

This is the buildings super.

Who's Felton Ames?

A scumbag drug dealer.

Been trying to get him out of the building for a year.

- If he had some rank, he could have been a target.

- Yeah, he was always parading around like some big deal:

red silk suits, fools with guns taking him around.

Well check into him.

What do you have?

- A body in the apartment that took the brunt of this.

Peek under.

There's a foot and the bottom of some red suit pants.

- Sounds like it could be Felton Ames.

- All right, let's get him out, see what we have.

Ugh.

- Is that a cell phone? - Yeah, looks like it.

Its melted to his leg.

- Two bombs, and they both went boom,

which means whoever were looking for

knows what they're doing.

First lick of the ice cream cone

always goes to National Security.

NSA, CIA, Homeland Security,

nothing on the wires or in the chatrooms

for the last 72 hours.

And no reaction since.

- Well, if any terrorist group could claim it, they would

and I like the story were building in the field anyway:

someone targeting a Mac Baller Blood named Felton Ames.

Tony, can NYPD fill them in?

- Felton Arthur Ames, 33 years old,

boatload of priors for possession and criminal sale.

Moved up the Mac Ballers

when guys above him went to jail or the morgue.

But undercovers say he had a rep for being sloppy.

- Luckily, so are most gang members.

A guard at Rikers found this kite in a Mac Ballers cell,

so we know Felton jumped the line,

got the big homie title anyway.

So lets get into him.

As usual, run everything through me.

Point agents on the street are Bell and Zidan.

Lets go, people.

You guys all right?

- We need a line cut to salvage a cell phone.

- I assume its connected to Felton Ames?

- How much information can you pull out of that?

- If the core memory is in one piece, maybe everything.

We have a process called chip off,

but with evidence this damaged,

Bureau likes the lab at Quantico to do it.

How good are you at chip off?

I taught the guys at Quantico.

Then go for it.

What? If we unwind this before anything else explodes,

who's gonna complain?

I will.

If our best lead gets destroyed,

the attorney general is gonna point at the direct

and the direct is gonna point at me.

I understand,

but would you let me tell you why we should still do this?

No, you're no longer undercover

tracking terrorists, making your own rules, OA.

You're working for me,

and what I want you to do

is understand how things work here.

If you have a problem, you shag your ass down the hall,

you knock on the door, you tell me about it,

and then I'll fix it.

Now do it.

What do you think?

- I can heal the sick, not raise the dead,

but lets give it a shot.

- How long you think this is going to take?

- If you knew how delicate this was,

you'd be amazed at my speed.

Um, I want to-- be right back.

The chip itself is intact,

but both metallic connectors are damaged.

- So the DNA of the leg... - Shh.

Matches Felton Ames.

Sorry, I figured even Ian would be done by now.

- Just need to secure the ball grid array,

and everything on that phone is right here,

assuming we can still read it.

- If you can turn this into something useful,