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Previously on APB...
Been a while. Danny...
I go by DV8 now.
I need some help.
What are you gonna do for me?
I'll owe you a favor. You just have to dial a phone number.
DANNY: It turns out that that was
a lot more than just a favor.
That call I made?
It was to a cell phone attached to a bomb.
This is for you. I call it a crowbar.
Just plug it into the district servers,
it'll pry open an encrypted backdoor.
I'm not doing that. Yes, you are.
Somebody's got bad blood with Danny Reghabi.
Do you want to help me out, get him off my back?
Danny's an unstable young man.
Come on, all I need is a little information.
Have you heard of a hacker collective
by the name of CommandALT?
Danny's set up shop with them.
Get something they don't want shared with the world.
Be careful.
(static crackles) What the hell was that?
Cut the power! Shut down!
Evidence of money laundering
and tax evasion.
Why don't I just kill you?
This information is randomly set to auto-send.
This isn't over. It better be.
Otherwise you'll be writing your manifesto on a cell block wall.
GIDEON: Seven years ago,
when you hacked my company,
I knew you had a past.
I'll see you on Monday. Okay.
*
DISTORTED VOICE: Hello, everyone.
Glad you all could make it.
I'd make introductions,
but I think probably best we keep this a no-names type thing.
Now, then, if everybody's ready, we've got a lot of work to do.
JACK: Yeah.
Before we get down to business, we got to talk terms.
Terms?
Yeah.
Word is, this isn't just any job.
From what I hear, we're going up against the cops.
So I'm thinking it's time to renegotiate.
MAN: Yeah.
I heard the same thing.
Way I see it, that's worth at least double.
(beeping, whirring)
We had an agreement.
(beeping)
Hey! Hey...
Anyone else feel like haggling?
Okay, then.
Let's get started.
*
ADA: Okay. Here you go.
I just think that you need to see this now.
GIDEON: Ada, I think people are a little unclear
on how this is supposed to work.
So, at Reeves Aerospace, is there sometimes an issue with,
say, a rivet in one of the planes? Yes.
But dealing with the individual rivets? That's not my job.
I design the systems, right?
I'm fully aware of this, Gideon.
Well, you say that, yeah, but you drag me up
from the workshop to examine an APB call, aka a rivet.
All right, but it's not just an APB call.
You're the target.
MURPHY: She's right, Gideon.
This came in ten minutes ago.
An online video was posted,
and we've been getting calls from all over the city.
Play it for him.
(laughs)
DISTORTED VOICE: Weaponized drones.
Warrantless surveillance.
Militarized cops.
This is not some distant future you are looking at.
It is reality on the streets of Chicago.
An unelected fascist technocrat, accountable to no one,
has trampled rights and declared war on this city.
His name is Gideon Reeves.
He's a guy with a lot of secrets.
And today those secrets come out.
Are you ready?
Because I've got some big surprises waiting.
I am coming for you.
(static, beeping)
I don't know. I'm not really feeling the terror.
You know, why not go evil clown?
That would be...
Guys, this is a kid that's trolling us.
MURPHY: I don't know about that, Gideon.
This seems serious to me.
ADA: And it's not just the video,
there's all this chatter on activist Web sites.
It seems they have something really big planned for today.
CONRAD: I checked in with some other district captains.
They're getting the same reports.
Telling you, everyone's gonna feel pretty silly
when we trace his I.P. address
and find him in his mom's basement.
Yeah, I already tried that.
He's using a proxied I.P., and it's bouncing.
He clearly knows what he's doing.
CONRAD: Here's the thing, Gideon.
I talked it over with Murphy,
I think it's best if you're not in the station today.
GIDEON (scoffs): What?
You're sending me home?
Are you...?
He's in a goofy mask.
He uses the word "technocrat,"
like some 1970s sociology professor.
It's a joke.
CONRAD: Until we know for sure,
I'm erring on the side of caution.
People are worried.
BERNIE: Mr. Reeves?
Mayor Salgado on line one
for you and the captain.
Oh, great.
We go from nutjob to whack job.
(sighs)
GIDEON: Mr. Mayor!
Always a pleasure. What can I do you for?
PEARSON: Yeah, well you can start out by telling me
what the hell is going on here.
I've been getting calls all morning
about some kind of terrorist threat.
Terrorist? No. That's a little bit much.
That so?
Yeah, I've already dodged three local news outlets
fishing around for a story here.
Now, if this thing goes sideways,
guess who I'm putting in front of the cameras.
I assure you, we can handle the situation.
Yeah, well, I suggest you do that quickly, then,
because if this thing blows up,
if anyone gets hurt, it's your ass,
and your entire district.
Oh, there he goes.
(laughs)
I'm gonna have Murphy take you home.
It's too risky having you here at the station.
You're not serious.
You think that I'm scared of some masked loser out there?
This isn't the first time...
This is not just about you.
If this threat is for real,
having you here puts cops in danger.
Um, have you seen the ops center out there?
Bunch of computers,
big map, drone controls?
All stuff that I put in to fight crime.
Don't you think I could do more good here?
Right now, what matters is this: You're a target.
Sending you home with Murphy is the safest thing for you
and for the station.
You made me the captain.
Don't argue when I make a call.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
CONRAD: I want to be clear here.
We're not sure that anything is gonna happen.
But we're treating this as a credible threat.
We're putting every resource on this.
What about Gideon? He's at home,
with a protective detail,
for his own safety and for ours.
Now, we split the district into sections.
Your assignments will be sent to your cars.
Keep your eyes open wide
for anything unusual.
Let's get out there.
(indistinct chatter)
Hey. You all right?
Last time I saw a guy in a mask sending out threat videos,
I was in a different uniform.
This isn't Ramadi, Brandt.
Exactly my point. A guy steals a TV, sells some drugs,
I don't like his career choice
but I get it.
But this?
Who does this?
It's not our job to understand the guy.
Just bust him. Come on, let's go.
Come on.
No one respects the captain more than I do,
but if I have to hide in a hole
'cause of every badly produced Internet video,
haven't the terrorists already won?
I would hardly call this a hole.
You have this place out here and a penthouse?
Yeah. And, like, six other places. Or seven?
I don't know, I lost count.
No, the penthouse, that's just a party place.
I got that after Tyson spilled beer on a da Vinci.
Mike Tyson? Neil deGrasse.
Astronomers and alcohol.
Bad combination.
Hey, that guy in the video said that you like to keep secrets.
Like he had something on you.
Best not to rely on guys playing dress-up on the Internet
for reliable intelligence.
I-I don't have any idea what he's talking about, Murph.
Guy's crazy.
(sniffles)
(Cuban music playing)
Hey, that's Havana.
Since when do you like Cuban music?
I don't. But you do.
My smart home uses facial recognition
to identify people I know.
And then it's programmed
to customize art and music to their tastes.
That's bananas.
Uh, actually, I'm pretty sure those are plantains.
What does it play for you?
Home, please?
* Ground Control to Major Tom... * Huh?
Buzz Aldrin and "Space Oddity"?
I mean, what's better than that?
(whirring, beeping)
Uh, Gideon?
Gertrude, this is Murphy. Don't worry.
She's with me.
(beeping)
* Take your protein pills and put your helmet on... *
Uh-huh. There you go.
She gets jealous of new people.
Really?
No. She's a machine.
But she does happen to be the first robot that I ever built.
Did QC at my first
aerospace factory.
Replaced a whole department.
And how did that go over with the department that got axed?
There were a few picket lines, but, uh,
the polio vaccine killed the leg brace industry,
and I don't see people demanding more polio these days.
Says the guy who's hiding in his house from angry protesters.
I know you are, but what am I?
Gideon.
Show me your security system.
* This is Ground Control to Major Tom *
* You...
Fallujah was no picnic.
You'd drive around for hours without so much as a peep.
And then, boom, out of nowhere.
I don't know what's worse,
the waiting or when something actually happens.
Well, might be just me,
but the waiting sounds a hell of a lot better than "boom."
Is it you, Danny? Please tell me you're not behind this.
Ada.
Any progress finding this guy?
No, he's using proxies,
randomized nodes to bounce the signal.
Uh, when you're on the Internet, you leave a digital footprint,
and this guy is just
really good at erasing his footprint.
Oh, awesome.
We have some incoming APB calls.
What is it?
A disturbance at 2621 Waring Boulevard.
Waring?
That's a city services building.
Yeah, some kind of a terror threat.
Look what they have on.
CONRAD: Those masks are just like the ones
we saw in the video.
I don't like the look of this.
(alert sounds)
CONRAD: 1305,
suspicious persons gathering
at 2621 Waring Boulevard.
Possible explosives.
1305, Squad. Responding.
(siren wailing) Sounds like the wait's over.
Happy now?
No.
No, I'm not.
Okay, uh, here's my security room.
Front of the house,
south side,
north side,
back.
Who's monitoring all this?
Oh, it's automatic.
The data feeds are processed
by an artificial neural network.
The whole house is wired, actually.
Lights, stereo, plumbing.
Plumbing? What?
What, are you gonna flush the toilet
from across the house? All right, you scoff.
The first transistor was made years before the computer.
You make something cool, a use shows up.
Hey, are you expecting a delivery?
No.
I mean, Elon Musk still sends a bag of quarters every month
since I bad-mouthed PayPal,
but those came last Monday.
MURPHY: Gideon, this isn't funny.
This could be trouble.
Are you sure?
Guys in masks with automatic weapons
on your front porch?
I'm positive.
Yes, sir. All right, folks, let's go,
come on, right this way. Let's go.
Let's go, clear the building.
Get across the street.
GOSS: 1305, Squad.
Be advised, we're arriving at the scene.
CONRAD: 1305,
six masked individuals were seen entering the building
with backpacks.
Security's cleared everybody out,
but we still don't know what we're dealing with.
Approach from the north entrance with extreme caution.
Oh, hey.
Look.
There's the boom we talked about.
This is above our pay grade.
All right, you call it in, I'll start talking to the witnesses.
1305, Squad.
Are you seeing this?
ADA: Yeah, copy that, 1305.
Wish we didn't, but we do.
I need the bomb squad
to 2621 Waring Boulevard.
I need them fast.
Or this day's about to get a whole lot worse.
MURPHY: 1309, Squad.
We have three armed assailants
approaching Gideon's house.
We need backup now.
Come in, Squad!
Phone lines are down.
Looks like they're jamming radio signals. (pounding on door)
How strong is that door?
It's reinforced, but it's meant to resist,
you know, burglars, not an assault force.
How do these guys know you're here?
No idea, Murph.
Okay, go hide.
I'm gonna hold them off. (gun beeps)
So, as exciting as you taking on three guys with assault rifles
in my living room sounds,
I have a room that we can both hide in.
Gideon, we have to hold them off.
I'll do the fighting, you do the freaking.
You think that'll help?
You're gonna get yourself killed, Murphy.
And me, too, for whatever that's worth.
All right, we don't have much time.
You got to trust me on this one.
We're hiding in here?
I joined Mensa before I could drive a car, Murphy.
I'm smart enough to know we can't hide under a desk.
(beeps)
What is that?
GIDEON: A secret lab.
"Secret" being the operative word
at the moment.
(glass shatters in distance)
(beeps)
(siren chirps)
Bomb squad's suiting up, but listen, Cap?
This doesn't feel like your garden-variety bomb threat.
CONRAD: Safe to assume this is the surprise we were promised.
1305, what about suspects?
BRANDT: My gut says they ditched their clothes
and masks,
blended in with what's left of the crowd.
We're looking at a few possibles right now.
Good chances they're just here
hanging with the lookie-loos.
Stand by, Squad.
Hey.
Check the guy with the hoodie.
Which one?
He's over there, he's...
He was just right there.
GOSS: Not anymore.
Damn it.
Squad, Goss and I are gonna take a look around.
CONRAD: Copy that, 1305.
Keep us posted.
GIDEON: All right, so,
we can stay down here as long as we need to.
That door is reinforced.
MURPHY: Well, we can't just wait.
Whatever this is, is a part of something bigger.
We need to contact the station.
All right, all right, all right.
I can message Ada, yeah.
Contact everybody that you can.
We need SWAT team down here,
we may even need a heavy weapons truck.
God...
What? What is it?
They took out the Internet.
Wireless, fiber-optic,
yeah, all down. Okay, well, there has to be something that we can use
down here with all this stuff.
Well, could I build a radio tower
powerful enough to get through the jamming?
Yeah, maybe in, like, a few hours.
(drilling)
Gideon, I don't think we have a few hours.
I thought you said this was a secret lab.
As in, nobody knows about it.
Well, all evidence would suggest
that somebody else knows my secret.
I mean, it's not like I had the place built by
magic robot elves, okay? If someone was really determined,
and it appears that someone was,
then obviously they could figure it out.
All right, how much time do you think we have?
From the sound of that drill, probably not very long.
Visitors... are you expecting anybody?
Not big on socializing at home, Murphy.
That's what the penthouse is for.
Okay, so nobody's here besides you?
I mean, a housekeeper comes Thursday.
I don't know what you want.
I'm a billionaire, I don't have roommates!
Yep. Take that.
Okay, okay, okay, here.
Uh, help me get this off.
Uh, why? What for?
I just realized there is someone else in the house:
Gertrude.
(powering up and beeping)
And about how long would you say they were in the building?
I saw them come in, word got around,
and we just started clearing out.
I-I didn't stick around to find out what happened.
Okay, well, was there anybody unfamiliar to you
that left in that group?
Tons of people.
It's a big building.
Hey, I got multiple APB reports
on suspicious individuals driving in the district.
More of them? Where? Are they in one area?
Yeah, I'm bringing them up now.
Okay, so this is the first batch of calls.
This is a minute later.
And then this is 30 seconds after that.
Those cars.
Am I crazy, or are they all...?
Headed straight towards the station.
BRANDT: We're talking about anyone
who was actually involved.
I can't say...
CONRAD: 1305, multiple reports
of suspicious vehicles
inbound toward the station.
Request immediate assistance.
Thank you.
1305, Squad, what are we looking at?
ADA: Sending you video
from multiple APB users now.
More men in red masks.
What the hell?
Any idea what they're doing?
ADA: Nope, just that they're headed straight towards the station
and fast.
All right, well, in that case, let's give them a warm welcome.
(siren wailing)
(Gideon sighs) MURPHY: What is all that?
It's the guts of my smart home.
This connects us to everything.
House controls, cameras, most of all...
Gertrude.
What's a robot gonna do?
Beep at them?
No, she's gonna call the station for us.
If we can get her outside the range
of their jamming, might be able to get a message
to the district, right?
Do you really think that could work?
Um, if I had to hazard a guess,
I would say we just went from doomed...
(drilling continues)
to, like, ten percent less doomed.
I'll take that.
Cool, so...
splice that wire for me.
(drilling continues)
Hey, tell me something,
you have dozens of labs at your company.
Why do you need a secret one?
Special projects.
You know.
No, actually, I don't know.
What do you do here that you can't...?
Okay, so why don't we save
the philosophical discussion about research transparency
for later, and,
and for now
focus on not dying?
Okay.
All right, Gertie.
Time to save Daddy.
1305, you're on course to intercept
suspect vehicle at 54th and Lake.
Keep your eyes open.
GOSS: Copy that, Squad.
Anything more on a make or model?
ADA: You're looking for a four-door red sedan,
that's all we know.
This ain't right. We're missing something.
Yeah, we're missing a red four-door sedan.
Nah.
We got half our guys on a bomb call,
the other half are chasing guys with masks across the district.
It's like they're waving a red flag in one hand
and slipping us a Mickey with the other.
There's another move coming.
I can feel it.
There. You see that?
A red sedan.
BRANDT: Son of a bitch.
That guy, he was at the building!
GOSS: 1305, Squad, suspect identified.
White male, six foot tall, heading north on Allen Street.
BRANDT: Chicago police, stop!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
(car horn honks)
(siren chirps)
Damn it, I said stop.
(tires screech)
What the hell?
Squad,
suspect just got picked up by a second driver
in a silver SUV.
Headed north. Where'd that car come from?
BRANDT: I don't know, Squad, out of nowhere.
If I didn't know better,
I'd say they got somebody on a computer
looking out for them, too.
Okay, so we have the dining room,
living room, den,
hallway leading to the back door.
You have cameras in all those rooms?
The smart home system uses facial recognition
to customize lighting and heating,
and a whole bunch of other stuff for each person
in the house. Gideon, you live alone.
I don't like to adjust thermostats, all right?
Right now, that's turning out to be a very good thing.
Just got to get her to the back door.
And then, once she's in the yard,
we should be able to transmit.
Gideon, the guard.
(exhales)
He's coming up the hallway.
All right, she can only go so fast.
Havana.
What? What about it?
We need a distraction.
(Cuban music playing)
Okay, he's down the hallway. (claps)
Go, go, go, go, go. Yes, yes,
okay, okay.
(Cuban music continues playing)
GIDEON: Looking for a signal.
Looking for a signal... got it!
Tell them that we need all units.
Okay, it's not that simple. I have to connect
to Pete's computer with a service request.
And then, once we get a connection,
then I can send a message.
Gideon, he's coming back.
MURPHY: Come on!
Almost there, almost there.
Send the message. Trying, trying.
GIDEON: Oh, no.
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh, Gertrude.
Did it transmit?
(sighs)
I don't know, Murphy, I don't know.
(drill whirring)
Gideon, did anything get through?
We need to know if we reached the station.
We got a connection, but the transmitter got smashed
before the message went out.
Gideon, this is our only hope here.
Please, can you try again?
I did, I just... I can get a signal to Gertrude,
but she can't transmit a message.
(drill whirring)
I think that, um,
we should consider negotiating.
Negotiate?
Are you serious?
There's three guys with AR-15s out there, versus you
with a pistol and, I guess, me with a hammer?
I just... I don't love our odds.
We still have to fight, Gideon.
Do you really think that those guys
are gonna let us go as witnesses?
Unless, um...
we offer them something that they want, and then...
What do you mean, something that they want?
I think I know why they're here.
There's something that I didn't tell you about the lab.
(typing)
What's our situation at this point?
We keep getting reports,
but the same thing is happening all over the district:
Individuals in masks driving around in cars,
just creating a general panic, but whenever one of our units
gets close to one of the cars, it gets abandoned.
Well, if there are cars, there are plate numbers,
registrations?
Yeah, I already tried that, they're all clean.
So we got nothing? Nope.
What about the source of the video?
The guy in the mask?
Yeah, nothing yet. (phone beeping)
Still working on it.
Yeah, uh, keep me posted.
Sure.
PETE: Hey, Ada?
Yes.
Any idea why I'd be getting
a diagnostic request from the GR unit
at Gideon's house right now?
You mean his annoying little robot?
No, it's the least of our worries.
Yeah, but I was reconfiguring the servers
to help with the search and I got this.
Wait, when did you get that?
Like, a minute ago. Why?
(gasps) Oh, my God.
You have to understand that the stuff that I work on down here,
it's-it's highly experimental.
What I need to understand right now
is what men with AR-15s want in here.
All right, yes, okay, right, I know.
It's... What, a computer?
It's what's inside the computer. It's, it's,
it's a surveillance system. Um, it invades other systems,
collects data,
compiles it... What, like a virus?
Kind of.
Except... it can pull information
from other sources, too.
Video cameras, banking,
social media. So, you're, you're stealing data?
To identify criminal patterns.
It's basically the same thing
that the NSA does. Only, you know, better and faster.
And completely illegal.
This is what the guy in the mask was talking about?
Maybe. Probably. Yeah.
I don't... how would I know? It's supposed to be secret!
Yeah, so I've heard.
Show me.
Okay, so with the Internet down, it's not actually op...
Show me what you have.
(drill whirring)
They just made it through the second lock;
We don't really have time for this.
(typing)
But the whole idea is to put in a criminal's name
and then run a deep scan to see what comes up.
(sighs)
Are these District 13 cops?
Yes. It's not how it looks.
I didn't want to use regular citizens,
so I just... I wrote the code
using our cops, 'cause I thought that
that would be safer... All right, all right.
Gideon, those are my personal photos.
And that's my address.
Oh, I know, I know, I know. You have to understand,
this was a secret project
for extreme cases, for emergencies.
The guy in the mask might be crazy,
but he's not wrong.
The whole point of rights
is to protect people when it's hard, not when it's easy!
We're supposed to be the good guys.
This? This is wrong!
Yeah, Murphy, I'm, I'm, I'm painfully aware of that now.
There is no way that we're letting these bastards
get their hands on this. Do you understand me?
Yeah.
(drill whirring)
My sidearm's not gonna last long against three assault rifles.
We need a weapon.
(scoffs) This is not a weapons lab.
The only thing that we have down here...
Is what? What do we have down here?
I mean, there's one thing.
But, uh...
you're not gonna like it.
MURPHY: Go. (grunting): Yeah.
(Gideon yells)
What the hell is this thing?
It's the backup power for the lab.
It's a 50 kilowatt lithium ion battery.
Okay, there are men with AR-15s that are coming in.
What good is a battery gonna do?
I mean, I hesitate to call it "good,"
but if we put enough charge into it, it will explode
in a shower of thousand-degree metal,
which would torch everything in here to cinders.
Including us?
Um, probably, yeah.
I did say that you weren't gonna like it.
(door clunks)
There are three levels of casing on those locks, Murphy.
They just reached the third.
(pounding on door)
So, what exactly am I looking for?
ADA: Just look for anything that doesn't belong.
When you see it, you'll know.
God, Gideon!
Answer the phone.
Wait, when was the last time you guys upgraded the servers?
Well, I mean, these are Gideon's personal servers.
I just can't get a hold of him.
Phone, text, radio, nothing.
He usually has a Reeves tech team do any upgrades.
They were just here, in fact.
When?
Two days ago. Right at 1:00 p.m.
I know, because they interrupted my lunch.
ADA: Danny.
Hey.
I think I found something.
Yeah, me, too.
You mean to tell me six guys in masks
walked into a building with backpacks
full of modeling clay wired to clock radios?
That makes no sense.
Hey, I need to talk to you.
Yeah, uh, keep me posted.
Conrad! Excuse me? What the hell?
I need to get a car to Gideon's now!
Ada, I got APB calls coming in district-wide,
fake bombs planted in backpacks.
I just can't deal with this right now.
Okay, listen, what's happening in the 13th...
It's just a distraction.
What they're really after is Gideon.
And you know this because...?
Because...
Listen, I have been trying to get Gideon
on his phone all day, it's dead.
I've been trying Murphy on her radio,
still nothing.
We have been run all over the city chasing shadows
at the exact same time that we can't get in touch
with Gideon and Murphy.
Oh, my God.
Who's in the area?
ADA: Attention, all available units,
we need someone at 516 Pandora Lane immediately.
There's a situation at Gideon's.
COBB: 1306. Copy that, Squad, we're five minutes out.
Negative, Squad, we got this.
It's not a race.
The hell it isn't. 1305 responding.
Punch it.
(siren wailing)
How bomb-proof are these? Not very.
But I don't need to do a metallurgical analysis to tell you
those steel tables are a lot harder than we are.
All right, all right, all right.
So, once I disable the safety circuits,
this thing will start to overcharge.
And after it hits a certain threshold,
I can blow it, but if they get in
before that, you're gonna have to hold 'em off for a while.
A while? How long is a while?
I don't know, I don't know. About, like, a minute?
Two? I don't know, I...
I've never done this before. (door clunks)
(drilling stops)
They stopped drilling. Mm-hmm. Listen.
(tools tapping on door) They're tapping through the locks.
Get ready. They're coming in.
Is this thing ready? Um...
It is now.
(siren wailing)
First there was the bomb scare, then a bunch of bozos in cars.
What you think is going on? I don't know exactly,
but I don't like it.
(system beeping) GIDEON: Okay,
you're gonna have to hold 'em
at the entrance till that thing's primed to blow.
Yes, I know. I got it.
I know that...
you're not happy with me.
Why would you say that?
'Cause we're gonna get blown to pieces
because of your dumb-ass move?
I don't like to lose.
All right?
I lost Sully.
Just trying to make sure that we don't ever lose again.
Losing is a part of the job, Gideon.
Sometimes we lose.
But it's not a win if we trample over people's rights to get it.
Apology accepted.
(siren wailing) Turn up here.
Kill the lights and sirens.
(siren stops)
That van look weird to you?
Everything looks weird to me today.
(doorbell rings)
I don't see anybody.
Gideon! Murphy!
(clattering)
(clattering stops)
Listen, listen.
They stopped.
Why?
What the hell?
MURPHY: What? What is it?
GIDEON: Oh, my God, Murphy.
Brandt and Goss are here.
MURPHY: Yeah, and they're walking right into an ambush.
Anybody home?
MURPHY: Brandt and Goss are gonna get mowed down
if they come in.
We have to do something.
Send them a signal.
How? They-they can't hear us.
The lights.
Can you control them from here?
Yeah, yeah, I can do that.
Anybody home?
(sighs) All right.
Let's go around back.
It's not working.
Oh, I can see that, I can see that. Hang on.
I'm gonna try something else.
Gideon, there is a bomb heating up in here.
What are you gonna do?
I'm trying to send a signal to Gertrude. The robot?
I thought you said she was broken.
She is. She can't transmit, but she can still receive.
Might be able to get a message to them.
I just, I just, I just, I don't know what to say.
What do you mean?
That there's three men with guns in the house.
I have nine characters.
Her screen is for error messages,
not ambush warnings.
3-A-M-B-A-R-D-E-N.
What? Just type it.
What? Uh, 3...
(robot beeping) BRANDT: What the hell is that?
I don't know.
Be careful.
(robot beeping)
There's something on the screen.
What's it say?
"3-A-M-B-A-R-D-E-N."
I'm guessing it's some kind of error message.
That's not an error message.
That's a standard, military salute report.
Three.
Three targets. "A-M-B", ambush.
"A-R", AR-15s.
What the hell does "D-E-N" stand for?
Well, it's a house.
Got to have a den.
Let's go.
GIDEON: Do you think they understood that?
When Brandt and I were rookies together,
all he would talk about was his time in the Rangers.
Made me learn all their codes while we were driving.
He better understand it.
Goss, the door's been forced.
1305, Squad.
Looks like we had ourselves a burglary here.
But, uh, seems all clear now.
Yeah, these guys look like they're long gone.
We're headed home now.
(groaning)
On the ground!
Get on the ground now!
Don't move! Stay on the ground!
Where's the third? Where's the third?
MURPHY: They need our help.
GIDEON: Well, they're about to get it.
Murphy, get down.
(Goss grunts)
BRANDT: Goss. Goss! You all right?
GOSS: Oh, yeah. What was that?
GOSS: Freeze!
You guys sure know how to make an entrance.
MURPHY: Yeah, you, too.
Well... might be time to look for a new place.
That's good, let's go.
You finally got your boom.
Now are you happy?
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
I am going to request special commendations
for the both of us.
Bravery in the line of duty.
(scoffs) You're gonna give yourself a medal?
Yeah. I don't know, maybe just a little one.
And Gertrude here gets a Purple Heart.
Don't you, girl?
Good girl.
Hey, um...
I meant what I said down there.
I nearly got us killed.
(muffled explosion booms)
That's just a chain reaction.
There's gonna be more of those.
What? We rigged it to explode. It's exploding.
But your house? The lab? (muffled explosion booms)
Well, probably for the best.
As you so eloquently put it,
I had no business having a secret lab
in the first place.
(muffled explosion booms)
And now I don't.
Well, easily a million dollars
in damage,
and I'm pretty sure that secret labs
are not covered by insurance, which is why,
as Murphy could tell you firsthand,
I do not like throwing parties at my house.
So, please, tell me you have something
we can move on, Captain.
I would love to know where to send that cleaning bill.
Well, the terror attacks themselves amount to nothing,
just smoke and mirrors to divert us
from the real attack at your house.
The gunmen are in holding.
I want to talk to them.
CONRAD: You'll get your chance.
What we need to know is who's behind this.
Who has the reach and financing
to launch an attack on this level?
GIDEON: Well, here's the plan, Captain.
I want every resource put into finding who this is,
every drone, microchip,
every warm body we can squeeze into a uniform.
That won't be necessary.
He terrorized the entire district, Ada.
He nearly killed me and Murphy.
Yeah, it won't be necessary
because I already know who it is.
I-It's a hacker
named Danny Reghabi.
He goes by the handle DV8
and he's connected to a black-hat group
that deals with organized crime and money laundering
and information selling.
MURPHY: Uh, you got all of that
from tracing a video? No.
I know him personally.
What?
ADA: Yeah, Danny and I used to be friends
a really long time ago,
and then he got into black-hat hacking
and we went our separate ways,
but since I've been at the 13th, he's done some favors for me.
Favor? ADA: Yeah, he helped me
with a domestic abuse case a few months ago.
And the guy
who blew himself up
while he was trying to rob that armored truck
on Grand Street...
Oh, my God. That wasn't an accident.
ADA: Danny found out
what was going on here at the 13th
and he demanded that I help him shut it down.
GIDEON: Ada.
(sighs)
How could you not tell me this?
ADA: Because I thought that I'd handled it.
I got guys that he worked with to call him off.
But I checked on those guys earlier, and...
they're dead.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
And I... I'll quit, I'll resign.
MURPHY: Resign?
Resign?!
Is that a joke?
We're way past that.
GIDEON: Murphy. MURPHY: You're looking at jail time.
GIDEON: Hold on, hold on. Murphy.
Something's happening.
What the hell?
This is live.
He's hacked past our firewalls.
(distorted): Hello again, Gideon.
Hope today was as fun for you as it was for me.
How did you like watching your district
chase its bushy little tail?
Too bad about your lab.
Bummer.
The world doesn't get to learn about your nasty, little secret.
But no worries.
We are going to start waking up this city
to your little fascist nightmare,
even if it kills them.
Mask off.
Gloves off.
Game on.
Come and get me.
Okay, everybody. New plan.
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