Law & Order: Organized Crime (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 13 - As Hubris Is to Oedipus - full transcript
The task force must race to save lives when Wheatley and McClane's digital takeover shifts to a series of real-life bomb threats.
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- In the nation's
largest city,
the vicious and violent
members of the underworld
are hunted by the detectives
of the Organized Crime
Control Bureau.
These are their stories.
[dramatic music]
- We wanna talk to you
about Detective Stabler.
- You are letting Wheatley
get the better of you.
- You telling me to stand down?
- There's an empty apartment
above Angela Wheatley's.
- Are you getting this, Sarge?
- What could be more satisfying
than the crippling of banks,
the justice system?
You can share in the bounty.
- Not interested in money.
- Constantine's followers
are urging one another
to commit acts of resistance.
We're talking mass chaos.
- Sebastian McClane.
- I have a gift for you.
Richard Wheatley
trussed up on a platter.
- Are you prepared
to turn yourself in?
- Having fun out here.
People seem to like
what I'm doing.
- Wheatley will take down
the entire
global financial system.
If I'm wrong,
you won't have to ask
for my badge and my gun;
I'll give them to you myself.
[sighs]
- "So tonight, if you feel
the same energy I do,
then I hope you will"--
it needs urgency.
Hope was Obama's thing.
We're way past that.
Sergeant Bell, Detective
Stabler, walk with me.
I imagine you're wondering
why I summoned you here?
- Well, I wouldn't mind.
- I've been fully briefed
on the case
against Richard Wheatley.
You were right. I was wrong.
- So you agree that Wheatley's
behind the data center attacks?
- And the Remsen prison break.
He's been sheltering
Sebastian McClane,
and he's been
playing me for a fool.
[tense music]
I want them both apprehended.
Spare no resources.
You have my full support
if there's anything you need.
- Actually, there is, sir.
- Name it.
- Wheatley accused me
very publicly of going rogue.
In fact, he invoked you
as governor of the state
to make his point.
So if we have
your full support,
I would like it if you
made a public statement.
- I'm not gonna do that.
- Or not.
♪
- What the hell is all this?
I said staples--
bread, water, fruit.
You got me deli sushi.
- Sorry, maybe they'll have
your regular table
at Nobu available tonight.
So where's my money?
♪
- There are programs
you can go to.
Good ones.
They work if you're
putting in the effort.
- Thanks for the advice.
- There's one nearby.
I can take you. Get you set up.
What the hell?
[knock at door]
- I love the smell of fentanyl
in the morning.
♪
[tense music]
♪
Hello, Sebastian.
I thought I was done with you,
but I need one last favor.
[tense music]
- Are you okay?
- He's fine.
He's fine, right, Sebas?
Glad you're awake, though,
because we need
to do some work.
- Go to hell.
- I need you to reach out
to your loyal fans,
your followers,
the morons who think
you're the second coming.
Oh, that's not very nice.
- Go ahead, do it! Shoot me!
Put me out of my misery
already.
I am done playing your games.
- You're done when I tell you
you're done.
♪
You wanna play games?
This is my favorite game.
Hmm. You know this game?
Assemble your people.
[gun clicks]
You want her blood
on your hands?
[gun clicks]
- No!
Sebastian.
- [laughs]
Third time's the charm.
- Okay, okay! Enough! Enough!
- Assemble your people.
- McClane called it
"digital dust."
It's tagged code tying Wheatley
to every one
of his illegal stock trades.
- Where did the money from
these transactions wind up?
- Dormant bank accounts
and then poof,
out of the country presumably.
Unfortunately, he made off
with 700 million
before we isolated the code
and shut him down.
- Jesus.
- It's gotta be enough
to indict him.
- Oh, no question, but we don't
wanna publicize an indictment
before you're in a position
to arrest him.
- Well, he's off the grid.
- What about his ex-wife?
Hasn't she been
in regular contact with him?
- No, she's MIA.
- How did we lose Angela?
- Last we saw her,
she was on her way
to that job interview
at the Colby School.
- Yeah, Vicky knocked
on her door
this morning
to borrow a cup of sugar.
- Ah, join the party.
Who else is missing?
- This is one of the prime
gathering spots
for McClane loyalists
on the dark web.
It's a private thread.
You can only access it
with Tor version 2
and custom security plugin.
- Can you summarize for us?
- The mob is angry about
law enforcement's
relentless manhunt for one
of America's great patriots.
This user "eater of chives"
is tired of hiding
behind a virtual cloak.
"Jealous hater" concurs that
"the Godhead's devotees
must soon convene
in their physical forms."
- Meaning they're gonna
meet in person.
- Where?
- And who?
Who are these devotees?
[suspenseful music]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Brothers and sisters,
let me begin by assuring you
that I'm safe
and securely sequestered,
out of reach
from the barbarians
that have been hunting me
like an animal.
Because of your vigilance,
I've stayed one step ahead
of the NYPD and the FBI.
[cheers and applause]
And with your ongoing support,
they will continue
to chase a ghost.
And while I thank you,
I also have to remind you
that there's
important work to do.
It is time to force
the oppressors to pay
for their crimes.
Time to pry open their eyes
and blind them with their own
greed and corruption.
[cheers and applause]
I've had time
to meditate on this.
A lot of time.
And now I'm ready
to share my vision with you.
If you're here,
I have to believe that you
have experienced tyranny
and oppression
in your own life.
Trust me and follow
my instructions,
and I will lead you one step
closer to the Promised Land.
all:
To the Promised Land!
- Welcome to Project Bedlam.
♪
.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- We have a breach
in room zero-zero-twenty.
Suspects gained access
through a street-level window.
I'm in pursuit.
- Copy that.
♪
- Hey!
Stop!
[tense music]
♪
- Let's go, let's go.
Did you get 'em?
- Come on, come on, come on!
- Are we good?
- No, we're not.
- Stop right there!
- Donald Mathers. Who are you?
- And what's your connection
to Sebastian McClane?
- Uh, I already told them
everything I know.
- Yeah, we spoke
to the officers
who brought you here,
but my sergeant and I,
we're looking
for different things.
So who are you?
- You had
an honorable discharge
from the army two years ago.
Apart
from the disorderly conduct
at Occupy Wall Street,
your record is clean.
- So that's who I am.
- You employed?
You live with your parents?
- Look, I was directed
to the warehouse in Bushwick
by an online message board.
- Did you know or recognize
anyone who was there?
How about the guys
in your little burglary unit?
- There was one guy.
He said he worked
at Con Electric.
He seemed to know the most
about what the mission was.
- What did stealing blueprints
to government buildings
have to do with your mission?
- I don't know.
I'm focused on the bigger goal.
- Which is?
- Dismantle the system.
The billionaires
control the system.
They own the government,
which passes laws
that make the system only work
to keep the billionaires rich.
Government of the few,
by the few, for the few.
- I get why you think that.
- I have a job
where I work hard,
and my job's threatened
by outsourcing and automation,
and everything is geared
towards making me irrelevant.
No more, no more.
- So what's the next?
- I guess we'll find out
at the meeting on Thursday.
- Thursday?
- Absolutely not.
- How else are we gonna
find out
which buildings Wheatley
and McClane are targeting?
- We're not going down
this road again.
- The governor just looked us
both in the eyes and apologized
for not listening to me--us.
- It doesn't mean you need
to go back undercover.
- It's not going undercover.
It's one meeting, Ayanna.
- Yeah, one meeting turns
into two, turns into three.
Next thing you know,
you're embedded,
and I'm running
a skeleton crew worried
about whether
you're gonna come out alive
and how many lines
you've crossed.
- What does that mean?
That's not fair.
- Oh, you wanna talk about
what's fair now?
Nothing's fair, Elliot.
I have a list of grievances
that would make your head spin.
I don't deal with them
by changing my identity
and running away
from my actual life.
[tense music]
♪
- Okay, we don't have
a lot of time here.
- We can surveil the meeting
from outside and tail them.
- What if they have decoys?
Me going in
is the fastest, surest way.
It works. I've proven it.
Ayanna, we know
Wheatley and McClane
are planning something
right now.
We have to find out what.
♪
- You in?
- I'm in.
.
- I count about 50
with more arriving as we speak.
- What are they doing?
- Congregating.
Looks like they're waiting
for a show.
- You have eyes on the leader?
- Locked and loaded
and ready to roll.
One step closer to
the Promised Land, brother.
- I just spotted the alpha.
- Copy that.
- Some caffeine, brother?
- Yeah, thanks.
You read my mind.
- Yeah.
- It's exciting, huh?
- Yeah. It's my first time.
I was gonna go to the gathering
in Brooklyn but had an exam.
Are you an OG?
- First time to the party.
- [laughs]
I cannot believe
this is really happening.
Sebastian McClane
is an American hero
like we haven't had
for generations.
- Yeah, we finally got someone
whose--with the guts
to stand up
to this bankrupt system.
- To the Promised Land!
all: To the Promised Land!
- To the Promised Land!
all: To the Promised Land!
- I'm Brother Bill.
Everyone find a seat.
Our time is short.
We have to use it wisely.
I give you Brother McClane.
[cheers and applause]
- Brothers and sisters,
thanks to those of you
who carried out
the first mission,
Project Bedlam is ready
to advance to phase two.
[machinery whirs]
[suspenseful music]
Preparations have begun
to strike five pillars
of inequity, corrupt
institutions that have had...
- We catching this?
- Five pillars, that doesn't
narrow it down much.
Without blueprints,
those five attacks
could be anywhere.
- Maybe he'll start
getting more specific.
- Government, the courts,
banks, healthcare,
and law enforcement.
[machinery whirs]
[cheers and applause]
- There's a sound off-camera
on McClane's video.
Get the audio to Jet,
maybe she can isolate it.
- On it.
- Today, we strike back.
- Yeah. Yeah.
- This is our moment,
brothers and sisters.
I know some of you are scared.
Use it to fuel you.
We're all in this together.
You have trusted in me
thus far.
I will not lead you astray.
[cheers and applause]
The time is now, my comrades.
The reckoning is upon us.
We'll meet again
on the other side.
- Yeah. Yeah!
- Thank you, Brother McClane!
- Yeah!
- Brother McClane!
To the Promised Land!
all: To the promised Land!
- To the Promised Land!
all: To the promised Land!
- Under your chairs,
there's a card.
That card designates your team.
Do not stray from your team.
- Those must be
the attacks groups.
Stay close to the leader.
- I repeat,
do not stray from your team.
Low numbers are misinformation.
Mid numbers, misconduct.
Tens and face cards,
meet at the loading dock
for further instructions.
Are we clear?
all: Yes!
- My lucky day.
- This him?
- Stabler, what's going on
right now?
- Yeah, the one that was
flirting with the girl.
- What are you talking about?
What girl?
- I saw him touch her hand.
Looking all hot for her.
- What do you think, this is
some kind of singles mixer?
- No.
- What are you doing here?
- Hold on, hold on.
I'm here for the same reason
you are.
In fact, I got someone
who'll vouch for me.
- I don't give a damn unless
it's Sebastian McClane himself.
- Well, it's not as good
as that, but Malachi.
- That's a load of bull.
- No, I got Malachi.
- Hey, put the phone away.
You're not supposed
to have that.
- He gave it to me!
He told me about the meeting.
This is the only way
I can get ahold of him.
- Brother Malachi is an OG.
Phantom in the wind.
Nobody knows him
and nobody knows where he is.
- Well, I do.
[phone buzzing]
- Just do what Bell
told you to do.
- Yeah. I got this.
[tense music]
[in deep voice]
Yo, what do you want?
- Hey, look, Malachi,
I need you to vouch for me.
- Go to hell, man.
- Wait a minute.
Hey, look, look,
these guys mean business.
Just tell them
that you know me.
- Hey, Brother Malachi,
if you could be anywhere
in the world right now,
where would you be?
- One step closer
to the Promised Land.
- Brother Malachi,
which programming language
did you use
in the Capture the Flag
coding contest last May
in Berlin, Python or C#?
- Seriously?
I don't use that trash.
I'm a shellcode guy.
Also, it wasn't Berlin.
It was Dusseldorf.
- Satisfied?
Hey man, thanks a lot.
- Listen, Baldy.
Don't ever embarrass me
in front of my brothers again.
I'll dox your entire family.
♪
He's gonna kick my ass
for that, isn't he?
- Oh, definitely.
- Hey.
You carrying?
- Yeah. Isn't everyone?
- Nice.
- Ah, nice.
Thanks.
- Everything's ready, Brother.
Tank's full.
Should make
for a hell of a blast.
- Nice.
- All five bands are deployed.
♪
.
[tense music]
♪
[sirens wailing]
- Five car bombs in five
as of yet unidentified
locations throughout the city.
Intel has units heading
to any federal building
we consider likely to be
one of McClane's five pillars.
Where are you
heading right now?
- Towards Wall Street.
That's all I know right now.
I'm tracking Stabler's GPS
just in case I lose 'em.
- Okay, well, Cho and Maldonado
are on their way.
Bomb squad, ESU, Arson,
Joint Terrorism
have all been deployed
to meet you wherever you land.
- NYPD is spread thin.
- Yeah.
- Unfortunately,
a lot of 911 calls
are gonna go unanswered today.
It's totally chaotic out there.
- True to his name.
- What is?
- Project Bedlam.
- Marshall Courthouse, huh?
The streets are jammed.
Cops everywhere.
It's almost like they know.
- Stop talking.
- [whispering]
You okay?
- According to schematics,
this spot should do
the most damage.
Might even get lucky
and take the whole thing down.
♪
- ESU should be right behind.
- Just ESU?
- For now. Yeah.
- What's their plan?
Bomb Federal Plaza? Why?
- Not sure yet.
What we know,
it's divide and conquer.
Half of them run point,
the others rig the explosives.
That's all I could get
before I lost comms.
- Stabler's in there?
- Embedded.
I want this building evacuated
ASAP, discreetly as possible.
We don't have time
to wait for ESU.
- Copy that.
- All right.
Time is of the essence, move.
- Hey, I can stay to rig it.
- Yeah, right.
- Why do you think Malachi
wanted me here?
I'm a marine. 24th in Kandahar.
I'm a minesweeper.
- I thought they had
robots for that.
- Sure. When they're available.
- I can program the detonator.
- Looks like we got a team.
- You three, stairwell,
ground-level entrance.
- What the hell?
- I said go.
- Hey, pop the hood for me,
will you?
- Police don't make a--
shh, don't make a sound.
- It's too late.
[grunts]
You'll never
be able to stop it.
- Oh, my God.
- You've never programmed
a detonator
before in your life, have you?
All right,
listen to me very carefully.
This is the luckiest day
of your life.
- I believe in Brother McClane.
I just didn't know
that it would be violent.
- Okay. You want change?
We all want change.
But if that bomb had gone off,
Ana, there would have been
no turning back for you.
Trust me, I know that
from personal experience.
Now, look at me. Look at me.
I want to give you
a second chance.
So get outta here. Go, go.
- You're just gonna
leave us here?
With no food or water?
- You won't need it.
- With no water, we'll be dead
within two days, maybe less.
- Give me some credit,
Sebastian.
I'm not a barbarian.
- Nice work in there,
detective.
The device wasn't active,
but operations initiated
a level three
citywide mobilization
on all government buildings
as a precaution.
- The other four targets
are unknown
as well as Wheatley
and McClane's whereabouts.
- Maybe not.
Where is he? Brother Bill?
- Practicing his vow
of silence.
♪
- How's the jaw?
Okay. We don't have much time.
There are four bombs out there,
and I need your help.
I'm not the bad guy here,
and neither are you.
We're just pawns
in someone else's game.
The only difference
between you and me
is I know who's making
the moves and you don't.
You think you're following
Sebastian McClane, right?
- I am.
- No, you're not.
You're following
Richard Wheatley.
I can tell by the look on your
face you know who he is.
You know who he is, right?
- That billionaire dude.
- That billionaire dude
who thinks he's above the wall.
That billionaire dude
who killed my wife
and walked away free.
♪
- I'd like to thank you
for your service.
- You mean servitude.
You are as barbaric
as they come.
- No need to get aggro.
And here I was thinking
you and I were besties.
- So believe me when I tell you
he will lie, cheat,
steal, kill, and make damn sure
guys like you and me
pay the cost.
Same way it's always been.
Bill, do you really want
to go down for accessory murder
for that rich a-hole?
Because right now you and I
are fighting the same enemy.
But I need your help.
I need the locations
of those bombs.
New York Stock Exchange,
Bellevue, Manhattan DA,
13th Precinct.
- All right,
we need evacuations,
five-block perimeter
at the following locations.
- Untie her.
- [groans]
Oh.
Well, that was fun.
Let's do it again soon.
- Mm.
[chuckles]
I'd love to.
- You two deserve each other.
- Do we?
- Bye-bye, Sebastian.
♪
- Yep. Got it.
Three teams were apprehended.
Car bombs
successfully deactivated.
The fourth detonated
near the Stock Exchange,
which was already evacuated.
Considerable damage,
but no injuries.
Now the issue remains
of the fugitives at large.
- Bell sent us the audio
from Stabler's feed.
Malachi isolated
the modulation.
- What did you learn?
- Based on a number of factors,
we were able to determine
the sound is coming
from a recycling plant,
only one of which was
in operation earlier today.
Sims Municipal.
We've narrowed
McClane's location
to a ten-block radius
in South Slope.
- Yeah, that's not good enough.
We don't have the bandwidth
to door knock.
Cell towers are overloaded.
Internet traffic
bottlenecked all day,
and it'll get worse
after nightfall.
- And yet McClane's video
streamed without static.
- To get a signal that strong,
he must have used Fios.
Plus Wheatley's proclivity
for excessive
cybersecurity protocols.
- Draws a ton of electricity.
Find the surge--
- We find McClane and Wheatley.
- Find out where
they're hiding.
- It's a beautiful harmony,
isn't it, fellas?
Despite the flaccid
intervention
of New York's finest,
my assumptions were correct.
This infrastructure-challenged
city's been
on the razor's edge
of calamity for some time.
All it needed
was a little nudge.
- Where's Brother McClane?
You said he would be here.
- You'll meet him soon enough.
That's a promise.
But first he chose you, Wayne,
for a very special task.
Say hello to Big Alex.
♪
.
- You found McClane's location?
How?
- Once we iso'd within
the ten-block radius,
we were able to ascertain
that someone activated
a Con Electric account
six months ago
through a shell company of the
kind Wheatley often uses.
It's registered
to this address.
- Well, does this mean
we finally
have Wheatley's address?
- Based on the meter readings,
we know the space
is taking in five times
the amount of energy
as the average household
in the neighborhood.
- An unintentional breadcrumb
Wheatley's counter-surveillance
dropped for us.
- Can you see points of entry?
[tense music]
- Looks like the building
is largely inaccessible
from the street.
Ah, there's one heavy
steel door off of a back alley.
- Bomb squad?
- En route right behind ESU.
- You good?
- Recalibrating, that's all.
- You may like
to slip your skin
from time to time, but...
you are damn good
at what you do.
- Appreciate the trust.
- Mm.
Trust is a two-way street.
Your instincts are right.
I shouldn't have doubted you.
♪
- Got it.
- Congratulations, gentlemen,
we just breached
the most secure campus
in all of New York,
and we made it look easy.
- What's the deal with those?
- There's 200,000 volts
of electricity in those babies.
Get too close to an arc flash,
and you'll vaporize
on the spot.
- If he's in there,
he already knows we're here.
- Police!
- NYPD, don't move!
[indistinct shouting]
- Sarge?
- Untie him. Everybody out!
Bomb squad!
Let's get this place cleared.
- Let's move.
- The device has been
rendered safe.
Our secondary sweep
had negative results.
- Where's Wheatley?
- Over there.
- He needs a medic.
- I just need water.
- Yeah, hey, I need a bus
at 1166 Bergen Street.
What you got?
- Blueprints from the archives.
And these are the five pillars
we were able to avert--
oh, my God.
- What?
- There's a sixth target.
- Where?
- An electrical substation
in Queens known as Big Alex.
- Power plant.
Are we talking about
another controlled outage?
- Guess again.
♪
- Blockhouse should be
a few floors up.
- Let's just shoot
a transformer
and be done with it.
- This is my pièce
de résistance, Gunther.
Don't rush me.
- We're onto a sixth
Wheatley location.
- A sixth?
- The first five pillars
were a distraction
to draw resources away.
This is Wheatley's main target.
- Why? To what end?
- This is the main substation
that controls
the city's entire power grid.
- [laughs]
It's good to see you again,
Gunther.
We had a good time
in prison, didn't we?
- Yes, we did.
♪
- What are you guys doing?
You can't--
- Lights are still on,
so if he placed
an explosive inside,
we still have time to stop it.
- Wheatley's
in that substation.
He's still there.
- What makes you think
he's not already halfway
to some foreign country
with no extradition treaty?
- He's got a front-row seat
to all this madness
he's created.
He's not just gonna slink away
without taking a curtain call.
- Never underestimate
the sheer audacity
of a white man
with nothing to lose.
- Once this network
is infected,
the transformer
will malfunction and shut down.
Other substations aren't
equipped to pick up the slack.
They'll fall one by one.
♪
- Captain says the bomb squad
is two minutes out.
We have units sealing off
streets and evacuating.
[gunshot]
- NYPD! Drop your weapon!
- Got a runner!
- I'm going in.
- I'm right behind you.
- No, don't! Stop! Stop!
- We're looking
for two armed suspects.
Prioritize the roof
and sublevels.
Aviation's taking pictures
overhead.
- All right, let's spread out.
Move, move.
- Checking for a pulse.
[indistinct chatter]
- He was here.
- How do you know?
- Take a look. Check it out.
We gotta get TARU in here.
- Oh, that's gonna be a minute.
Every unit is either
coming from
or heading to
a different location.
This building's been cleared
of explosive devices.
- Sure about that?
- You questioning me?
- I'm asking if you're sure.
- What's that?
- Yeah, don't get near that.
- I thought you said that--
- I did.
I'm certain there are
no explosive devices
on the premises.
- Then what does that mean?
- I don't know, and I don't
wanna take any chances.
1013, everybody out. Let's go.
- All right, let's go!
[indistinct shouting]
All units evacuate! Move!
Keep going, keep going!
- If that thing blows,
we don't stand a chance.
♪
Richard Wheatley just took
the whole city hostage.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]
- In the nation's
largest city,
the vicious and violent
members of the underworld
are hunted by the detectives
of the Organized Crime
Control Bureau.
These are their stories.
[dramatic music]
- We wanna talk to you
about Detective Stabler.
- You are letting Wheatley
get the better of you.
- You telling me to stand down?
- There's an empty apartment
above Angela Wheatley's.
- Are you getting this, Sarge?
- What could be more satisfying
than the crippling of banks,
the justice system?
You can share in the bounty.
- Not interested in money.
- Constantine's followers
are urging one another
to commit acts of resistance.
We're talking mass chaos.
- Sebastian McClane.
- I have a gift for you.
Richard Wheatley
trussed up on a platter.
- Are you prepared
to turn yourself in?
- Having fun out here.
People seem to like
what I'm doing.
- Wheatley will take down
the entire
global financial system.
If I'm wrong,
you won't have to ask
for my badge and my gun;
I'll give them to you myself.
[sighs]
- "So tonight, if you feel
the same energy I do,
then I hope you will"--
it needs urgency.
Hope was Obama's thing.
We're way past that.
Sergeant Bell, Detective
Stabler, walk with me.
I imagine you're wondering
why I summoned you here?
- Well, I wouldn't mind.
- I've been fully briefed
on the case
against Richard Wheatley.
You were right. I was wrong.
- So you agree that Wheatley's
behind the data center attacks?
- And the Remsen prison break.
He's been sheltering
Sebastian McClane,
and he's been
playing me for a fool.
[tense music]
I want them both apprehended.
Spare no resources.
You have my full support
if there's anything you need.
- Actually, there is, sir.
- Name it.
- Wheatley accused me
very publicly of going rogue.
In fact, he invoked you
as governor of the state
to make his point.
So if we have
your full support,
I would like it if you
made a public statement.
- I'm not gonna do that.
- Or not.
♪
- What the hell is all this?
I said staples--
bread, water, fruit.
You got me deli sushi.
- Sorry, maybe they'll have
your regular table
at Nobu available tonight.
So where's my money?
♪
- There are programs
you can go to.
Good ones.
They work if you're
putting in the effort.
- Thanks for the advice.
- There's one nearby.
I can take you. Get you set up.
What the hell?
[knock at door]
- I love the smell of fentanyl
in the morning.
♪
[tense music]
♪
Hello, Sebastian.
I thought I was done with you,
but I need one last favor.
[tense music]
- Are you okay?
- He's fine.
He's fine, right, Sebas?
Glad you're awake, though,
because we need
to do some work.
- Go to hell.
- I need you to reach out
to your loyal fans,
your followers,
the morons who think
you're the second coming.
Oh, that's not very nice.
- Go ahead, do it! Shoot me!
Put me out of my misery
already.
I am done playing your games.
- You're done when I tell you
you're done.
♪
You wanna play games?
This is my favorite game.
Hmm. You know this game?
Assemble your people.
[gun clicks]
You want her blood
on your hands?
[gun clicks]
- No!
Sebastian.
- [laughs]
Third time's the charm.
- Okay, okay! Enough! Enough!
- Assemble your people.
- McClane called it
"digital dust."
It's tagged code tying Wheatley
to every one
of his illegal stock trades.
- Where did the money from
these transactions wind up?
- Dormant bank accounts
and then poof,
out of the country presumably.
Unfortunately, he made off
with 700 million
before we isolated the code
and shut him down.
- Jesus.
- It's gotta be enough
to indict him.
- Oh, no question, but we don't
wanna publicize an indictment
before you're in a position
to arrest him.
- Well, he's off the grid.
- What about his ex-wife?
Hasn't she been
in regular contact with him?
- No, she's MIA.
- How did we lose Angela?
- Last we saw her,
she was on her way
to that job interview
at the Colby School.
- Yeah, Vicky knocked
on her door
this morning
to borrow a cup of sugar.
- Ah, join the party.
Who else is missing?
- This is one of the prime
gathering spots
for McClane loyalists
on the dark web.
It's a private thread.
You can only access it
with Tor version 2
and custom security plugin.
- Can you summarize for us?
- The mob is angry about
law enforcement's
relentless manhunt for one
of America's great patriots.
This user "eater of chives"
is tired of hiding
behind a virtual cloak.
"Jealous hater" concurs that
"the Godhead's devotees
must soon convene
in their physical forms."
- Meaning they're gonna
meet in person.
- Where?
- And who?
Who are these devotees?
[suspenseful music]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Brothers and sisters,
let me begin by assuring you
that I'm safe
and securely sequestered,
out of reach
from the barbarians
that have been hunting me
like an animal.
Because of your vigilance,
I've stayed one step ahead
of the NYPD and the FBI.
[cheers and applause]
And with your ongoing support,
they will continue
to chase a ghost.
And while I thank you,
I also have to remind you
that there's
important work to do.
It is time to force
the oppressors to pay
for their crimes.
Time to pry open their eyes
and blind them with their own
greed and corruption.
[cheers and applause]
I've had time
to meditate on this.
A lot of time.
And now I'm ready
to share my vision with you.
If you're here,
I have to believe that you
have experienced tyranny
and oppression
in your own life.
Trust me and follow
my instructions,
and I will lead you one step
closer to the Promised Land.
all:
To the Promised Land!
- Welcome to Project Bedlam.
♪
.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- We have a breach
in room zero-zero-twenty.
Suspects gained access
through a street-level window.
I'm in pursuit.
- Copy that.
♪
- Hey!
Stop!
[tense music]
♪
- Let's go, let's go.
Did you get 'em?
- Come on, come on, come on!
- Are we good?
- No, we're not.
- Stop right there!
- Donald Mathers. Who are you?
- And what's your connection
to Sebastian McClane?
- Uh, I already told them
everything I know.
- Yeah, we spoke
to the officers
who brought you here,
but my sergeant and I,
we're looking
for different things.
So who are you?
- You had
an honorable discharge
from the army two years ago.
Apart
from the disorderly conduct
at Occupy Wall Street,
your record is clean.
- So that's who I am.
- You employed?
You live with your parents?
- Look, I was directed
to the warehouse in Bushwick
by an online message board.
- Did you know or recognize
anyone who was there?
How about the guys
in your little burglary unit?
- There was one guy.
He said he worked
at Con Electric.
He seemed to know the most
about what the mission was.
- What did stealing blueprints
to government buildings
have to do with your mission?
- I don't know.
I'm focused on the bigger goal.
- Which is?
- Dismantle the system.
The billionaires
control the system.
They own the government,
which passes laws
that make the system only work
to keep the billionaires rich.
Government of the few,
by the few, for the few.
- I get why you think that.
- I have a job
where I work hard,
and my job's threatened
by outsourcing and automation,
and everything is geared
towards making me irrelevant.
No more, no more.
- So what's the next?
- I guess we'll find out
at the meeting on Thursday.
- Thursday?
- Absolutely not.
- How else are we gonna
find out
which buildings Wheatley
and McClane are targeting?
- We're not going down
this road again.
- The governor just looked us
both in the eyes and apologized
for not listening to me--us.
- It doesn't mean you need
to go back undercover.
- It's not going undercover.
It's one meeting, Ayanna.
- Yeah, one meeting turns
into two, turns into three.
Next thing you know,
you're embedded,
and I'm running
a skeleton crew worried
about whether
you're gonna come out alive
and how many lines
you've crossed.
- What does that mean?
That's not fair.
- Oh, you wanna talk about
what's fair now?
Nothing's fair, Elliot.
I have a list of grievances
that would make your head spin.
I don't deal with them
by changing my identity
and running away
from my actual life.
[tense music]
♪
- Okay, we don't have
a lot of time here.
- We can surveil the meeting
from outside and tail them.
- What if they have decoys?
Me going in
is the fastest, surest way.
It works. I've proven it.
Ayanna, we know
Wheatley and McClane
are planning something
right now.
We have to find out what.
♪
- You in?
- I'm in.
.
- I count about 50
with more arriving as we speak.
- What are they doing?
- Congregating.
Looks like they're waiting
for a show.
- You have eyes on the leader?
- Locked and loaded
and ready to roll.
One step closer to
the Promised Land, brother.
- I just spotted the alpha.
- Copy that.
- Some caffeine, brother?
- Yeah, thanks.
You read my mind.
- Yeah.
- It's exciting, huh?
- Yeah. It's my first time.
I was gonna go to the gathering
in Brooklyn but had an exam.
Are you an OG?
- First time to the party.
- [laughs]
I cannot believe
this is really happening.
Sebastian McClane
is an American hero
like we haven't had
for generations.
- Yeah, we finally got someone
whose--with the guts
to stand up
to this bankrupt system.
- To the Promised Land!
all: To the Promised Land!
- To the Promised Land!
all: To the Promised Land!
- I'm Brother Bill.
Everyone find a seat.
Our time is short.
We have to use it wisely.
I give you Brother McClane.
[cheers and applause]
- Brothers and sisters,
thanks to those of you
who carried out
the first mission,
Project Bedlam is ready
to advance to phase two.
[machinery whirs]
[suspenseful music]
Preparations have begun
to strike five pillars
of inequity, corrupt
institutions that have had...
- We catching this?
- Five pillars, that doesn't
narrow it down much.
Without blueprints,
those five attacks
could be anywhere.
- Maybe he'll start
getting more specific.
- Government, the courts,
banks, healthcare,
and law enforcement.
[machinery whirs]
[cheers and applause]
- There's a sound off-camera
on McClane's video.
Get the audio to Jet,
maybe she can isolate it.
- On it.
- Today, we strike back.
- Yeah. Yeah.
- This is our moment,
brothers and sisters.
I know some of you are scared.
Use it to fuel you.
We're all in this together.
You have trusted in me
thus far.
I will not lead you astray.
[cheers and applause]
The time is now, my comrades.
The reckoning is upon us.
We'll meet again
on the other side.
- Yeah. Yeah!
- Thank you, Brother McClane!
- Yeah!
- Brother McClane!
To the Promised Land!
all: To the promised Land!
- To the Promised Land!
all: To the promised Land!
- Under your chairs,
there's a card.
That card designates your team.
Do not stray from your team.
- Those must be
the attacks groups.
Stay close to the leader.
- I repeat,
do not stray from your team.
Low numbers are misinformation.
Mid numbers, misconduct.
Tens and face cards,
meet at the loading dock
for further instructions.
Are we clear?
all: Yes!
- My lucky day.
- This him?
- Stabler, what's going on
right now?
- Yeah, the one that was
flirting with the girl.
- What are you talking about?
What girl?
- I saw him touch her hand.
Looking all hot for her.
- What do you think, this is
some kind of singles mixer?
- No.
- What are you doing here?
- Hold on, hold on.
I'm here for the same reason
you are.
In fact, I got someone
who'll vouch for me.
- I don't give a damn unless
it's Sebastian McClane himself.
- Well, it's not as good
as that, but Malachi.
- That's a load of bull.
- No, I got Malachi.
- Hey, put the phone away.
You're not supposed
to have that.
- He gave it to me!
He told me about the meeting.
This is the only way
I can get ahold of him.
- Brother Malachi is an OG.
Phantom in the wind.
Nobody knows him
and nobody knows where he is.
- Well, I do.
[phone buzzing]
- Just do what Bell
told you to do.
- Yeah. I got this.
[tense music]
[in deep voice]
Yo, what do you want?
- Hey, look, Malachi,
I need you to vouch for me.
- Go to hell, man.
- Wait a minute.
Hey, look, look,
these guys mean business.
Just tell them
that you know me.
- Hey, Brother Malachi,
if you could be anywhere
in the world right now,
where would you be?
- One step closer
to the Promised Land.
- Brother Malachi,
which programming language
did you use
in the Capture the Flag
coding contest last May
in Berlin, Python or C#?
- Seriously?
I don't use that trash.
I'm a shellcode guy.
Also, it wasn't Berlin.
It was Dusseldorf.
- Satisfied?
Hey man, thanks a lot.
- Listen, Baldy.
Don't ever embarrass me
in front of my brothers again.
I'll dox your entire family.
♪
He's gonna kick my ass
for that, isn't he?
- Oh, definitely.
- Hey.
You carrying?
- Yeah. Isn't everyone?
- Nice.
- Ah, nice.
Thanks.
- Everything's ready, Brother.
Tank's full.
Should make
for a hell of a blast.
- Nice.
- All five bands are deployed.
♪
.
[tense music]
♪
[sirens wailing]
- Five car bombs in five
as of yet unidentified
locations throughout the city.
Intel has units heading
to any federal building
we consider likely to be
one of McClane's five pillars.
Where are you
heading right now?
- Towards Wall Street.
That's all I know right now.
I'm tracking Stabler's GPS
just in case I lose 'em.
- Okay, well, Cho and Maldonado
are on their way.
Bomb squad, ESU, Arson,
Joint Terrorism
have all been deployed
to meet you wherever you land.
- NYPD is spread thin.
- Yeah.
- Unfortunately,
a lot of 911 calls
are gonna go unanswered today.
It's totally chaotic out there.
- True to his name.
- What is?
- Project Bedlam.
- Marshall Courthouse, huh?
The streets are jammed.
Cops everywhere.
It's almost like they know.
- Stop talking.
- [whispering]
You okay?
- According to schematics,
this spot should do
the most damage.
Might even get lucky
and take the whole thing down.
♪
- ESU should be right behind.
- Just ESU?
- For now. Yeah.
- What's their plan?
Bomb Federal Plaza? Why?
- Not sure yet.
What we know,
it's divide and conquer.
Half of them run point,
the others rig the explosives.
That's all I could get
before I lost comms.
- Stabler's in there?
- Embedded.
I want this building evacuated
ASAP, discreetly as possible.
We don't have time
to wait for ESU.
- Copy that.
- All right.
Time is of the essence, move.
- Hey, I can stay to rig it.
- Yeah, right.
- Why do you think Malachi
wanted me here?
I'm a marine. 24th in Kandahar.
I'm a minesweeper.
- I thought they had
robots for that.
- Sure. When they're available.
- I can program the detonator.
- Looks like we got a team.
- You three, stairwell,
ground-level entrance.
- What the hell?
- I said go.
- Hey, pop the hood for me,
will you?
- Police don't make a--
shh, don't make a sound.
- It's too late.
[grunts]
You'll never
be able to stop it.
- Oh, my God.
- You've never programmed
a detonator
before in your life, have you?
All right,
listen to me very carefully.
This is the luckiest day
of your life.
- I believe in Brother McClane.
I just didn't know
that it would be violent.
- Okay. You want change?
We all want change.
But if that bomb had gone off,
Ana, there would have been
no turning back for you.
Trust me, I know that
from personal experience.
Now, look at me. Look at me.
I want to give you
a second chance.
So get outta here. Go, go.
- You're just gonna
leave us here?
With no food or water?
- You won't need it.
- With no water, we'll be dead
within two days, maybe less.
- Give me some credit,
Sebastian.
I'm not a barbarian.
- Nice work in there,
detective.
The device wasn't active,
but operations initiated
a level three
citywide mobilization
on all government buildings
as a precaution.
- The other four targets
are unknown
as well as Wheatley
and McClane's whereabouts.
- Maybe not.
Where is he? Brother Bill?
- Practicing his vow
of silence.
♪
- How's the jaw?
Okay. We don't have much time.
There are four bombs out there,
and I need your help.
I'm not the bad guy here,
and neither are you.
We're just pawns
in someone else's game.
The only difference
between you and me
is I know who's making
the moves and you don't.
You think you're following
Sebastian McClane, right?
- I am.
- No, you're not.
You're following
Richard Wheatley.
I can tell by the look on your
face you know who he is.
You know who he is, right?
- That billionaire dude.
- That billionaire dude
who thinks he's above the wall.
That billionaire dude
who killed my wife
and walked away free.
♪
- I'd like to thank you
for your service.
- You mean servitude.
You are as barbaric
as they come.
- No need to get aggro.
And here I was thinking
you and I were besties.
- So believe me when I tell you
he will lie, cheat,
steal, kill, and make damn sure
guys like you and me
pay the cost.
Same way it's always been.
Bill, do you really want
to go down for accessory murder
for that rich a-hole?
Because right now you and I
are fighting the same enemy.
But I need your help.
I need the locations
of those bombs.
New York Stock Exchange,
Bellevue, Manhattan DA,
13th Precinct.
- All right,
we need evacuations,
five-block perimeter
at the following locations.
- Untie her.
- [groans]
Oh.
Well, that was fun.
Let's do it again soon.
- Mm.
[chuckles]
I'd love to.
- You two deserve each other.
- Do we?
- Bye-bye, Sebastian.
♪
- Yep. Got it.
Three teams were apprehended.
Car bombs
successfully deactivated.
The fourth detonated
near the Stock Exchange,
which was already evacuated.
Considerable damage,
but no injuries.
Now the issue remains
of the fugitives at large.
- Bell sent us the audio
from Stabler's feed.
Malachi isolated
the modulation.
- What did you learn?
- Based on a number of factors,
we were able to determine
the sound is coming
from a recycling plant,
only one of which was
in operation earlier today.
Sims Municipal.
We've narrowed
McClane's location
to a ten-block radius
in South Slope.
- Yeah, that's not good enough.
We don't have the bandwidth
to door knock.
Cell towers are overloaded.
Internet traffic
bottlenecked all day,
and it'll get worse
after nightfall.
- And yet McClane's video
streamed without static.
- To get a signal that strong,
he must have used Fios.
Plus Wheatley's proclivity
for excessive
cybersecurity protocols.
- Draws a ton of electricity.
Find the surge--
- We find McClane and Wheatley.
- Find out where
they're hiding.
- It's a beautiful harmony,
isn't it, fellas?
Despite the flaccid
intervention
of New York's finest,
my assumptions were correct.
This infrastructure-challenged
city's been
on the razor's edge
of calamity for some time.
All it needed
was a little nudge.
- Where's Brother McClane?
You said he would be here.
- You'll meet him soon enough.
That's a promise.
But first he chose you, Wayne,
for a very special task.
Say hello to Big Alex.
♪
.
- You found McClane's location?
How?
- Once we iso'd within
the ten-block radius,
we were able to ascertain
that someone activated
a Con Electric account
six months ago
through a shell company of the
kind Wheatley often uses.
It's registered
to this address.
- Well, does this mean
we finally
have Wheatley's address?
- Based on the meter readings,
we know the space
is taking in five times
the amount of energy
as the average household
in the neighborhood.
- An unintentional breadcrumb
Wheatley's counter-surveillance
dropped for us.
- Can you see points of entry?
[tense music]
- Looks like the building
is largely inaccessible
from the street.
Ah, there's one heavy
steel door off of a back alley.
- Bomb squad?
- En route right behind ESU.
- You good?
- Recalibrating, that's all.
- You may like
to slip your skin
from time to time, but...
you are damn good
at what you do.
- Appreciate the trust.
- Mm.
Trust is a two-way street.
Your instincts are right.
I shouldn't have doubted you.
♪
- Got it.
- Congratulations, gentlemen,
we just breached
the most secure campus
in all of New York,
and we made it look easy.
- What's the deal with those?
- There's 200,000 volts
of electricity in those babies.
Get too close to an arc flash,
and you'll vaporize
on the spot.
- If he's in there,
he already knows we're here.
- Police!
- NYPD, don't move!
[indistinct shouting]
- Sarge?
- Untie him. Everybody out!
Bomb squad!
Let's get this place cleared.
- Let's move.
- The device has been
rendered safe.
Our secondary sweep
had negative results.
- Where's Wheatley?
- Over there.
- He needs a medic.
- I just need water.
- Yeah, hey, I need a bus
at 1166 Bergen Street.
What you got?
- Blueprints from the archives.
And these are the five pillars
we were able to avert--
oh, my God.
- What?
- There's a sixth target.
- Where?
- An electrical substation
in Queens known as Big Alex.
- Power plant.
Are we talking about
another controlled outage?
- Guess again.
♪
- Blockhouse should be
a few floors up.
- Let's just shoot
a transformer
and be done with it.
- This is my pièce
de résistance, Gunther.
Don't rush me.
- We're onto a sixth
Wheatley location.
- A sixth?
- The first five pillars
were a distraction
to draw resources away.
This is Wheatley's main target.
- Why? To what end?
- This is the main substation
that controls
the city's entire power grid.
- [laughs]
It's good to see you again,
Gunther.
We had a good time
in prison, didn't we?
- Yes, we did.
♪
- What are you guys doing?
You can't--
- Lights are still on,
so if he placed
an explosive inside,
we still have time to stop it.
- Wheatley's
in that substation.
He's still there.
- What makes you think
he's not already halfway
to some foreign country
with no extradition treaty?
- He's got a front-row seat
to all this madness
he's created.
He's not just gonna slink away
without taking a curtain call.
- Never underestimate
the sheer audacity
of a white man
with nothing to lose.
- Once this network
is infected,
the transformer
will malfunction and shut down.
Other substations aren't
equipped to pick up the slack.
They'll fall one by one.
♪
- Captain says the bomb squad
is two minutes out.
We have units sealing off
streets and evacuating.
[gunshot]
- NYPD! Drop your weapon!
- Got a runner!
- I'm going in.
- I'm right behind you.
- No, don't! Stop! Stop!
- We're looking
for two armed suspects.
Prioritize the roof
and sublevels.
Aviation's taking pictures
overhead.
- All right, let's spread out.
Move, move.
- Checking for a pulse.
[indistinct chatter]
- He was here.
- How do you know?
- Take a look. Check it out.
We gotta get TARU in here.
- Oh, that's gonna be a minute.
Every unit is either
coming from
or heading to
a different location.
This building's been cleared
of explosive devices.
- Sure about that?
- You questioning me?
- I'm asking if you're sure.
- What's that?
- Yeah, don't get near that.
- I thought you said that--
- I did.
I'm certain there are
no explosive devices
on the premises.
- Then what does that mean?
- I don't know, and I don't
wanna take any chances.
1013, everybody out. Let's go.
- All right, let's go!
[indistinct shouting]
All units evacuate! Move!
Keep going, keep going!
- If that thing blows,
we don't stand a chance.
♪
Richard Wheatley just took
the whole city hostage.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]