FBI

- Wasn't expecting you for a few more hours.

- Yeah, we had a laundromat explosion in Queens.

Took out the assisted living home next door.

The rest of the team is still at the scene,

sifting through the debris.

You know what caused it?

We have a theory.

Wouldn't be the first time a meth cook

screwed up his recipe.

- Yeah, the AUSA is looking to finalize criminal complaints

against the owners by the end of the day.

We got a dozen more of these crates incoming.

- And I get the pleasure of processing them all.

Yeah, but think about all the overtime.

Don't even have the time to spend it.

Don't move!

No, no, don't even think about it.

Stop, now!

On the ground!

On your knees, right now!

Grab his gun, dude.

Just take the drugs and go.

Shut up.

Inside.

Get up!

OK!

- Just do what we say, and you will both live to see tomorrow.

OK, do you understand?

You're making a big mistake.

No, we're fixing one.

You, with me.

Hey, eyes!

Pull up your inventory log with all your cases.

Go.

Come on!

There, I'm in.

OK, it says it's in locker A27.

A27, come on.

Get down with him.

Hey, we need a code!

- You heard him. - We need a code.

1222.

What the hell did you do?

Nothing, I-I swear.

The front gate is on a timer.

Stop!

Stop lying.

- You give me the code, or I will put a hole in your head.

She's telling you the truth.

Once the alarm's been tripped, none of the lockers will open.

OK, well, override it then!

- It takes eight minutes to reboot the system.

Backup will be here in less than five,

but if you leave now...

OK!

You have five seconds before you join your buddy.

Five! Four!

0819.

There's too many of them.

We're not gonna make it in time.

Well, then just take them all.

Isobel,

you got a moment?

For the new ADIC, absolutely.

How's life upstairs?

I'm still finding my footing.

Well, I have no doubt you will.

- You know, I have to admit that when I heard

that they were replacing Reynolds internally,

I assumed it would be you knocking on my door.

- Well, like I told Ropac, I'm on the right floor.

So there's no elephant in the room, honestly.

I'm relieved to hear that.

Going forward,

I need to know that the people

who are working under me are with me completely,

no matter what.

Sir?

The Bureau is at an inflection point.

And in this next chapter, there's no room for mavericks.

So it's important now more than ever,

that we always remain on the same page.

Hey.

So how do we feel about the new, great, and powerful Oz?

- Guy moves up a few floors, and his first order of business

is to pass out loyalty tests.

Really?

What's up?

Our evidence locker just got hit.

What?

- Robbers killed an ERT agent in the process,

Tate Lattimore.

Tate?

Oh, man, that's Grace's husband.

- Look, I want you down there running point.

OK.

- OK, so 5:15 this morning, two masked gunmen used

an ERT delivery to Trojan horse their way

into our evidence locker.

Yeah, alarm tripped at 5:18.

NYPD showed up at 5:21.

They cleared out that entire vault in under six minutes.

- That's motivated. - Yeah, and careful.

The dirt bike they came in on had its plates covered.

And they knew enough to disable the GPS on the ERT van

they fled in.

Look at that wound,

definitely a large-caliber round.

Based on the tissue disruption,

I would say it was a shotgun at close range,

but I've never seen a shotgun casing that looks like that.

No, that looks like it exploded.

- Ballistics has its work cut out for them as well.

- Hopefully Scola and Eva have better luck with the witness.

It's our responsibility to safeguard

every piece of evidence that comes through those doors.

The alarm was supposed to scare them off, but

I can't believe they shot him.

You were doing your job, OK?

There's nothing more you could have done.

I only knew Tate through drop-offs,

but over the years, it adds up, you know?

- Do you have any idea what they were looking for?

- One of them said they were here to fix a mistake.

Fix a mistake?

That's what he said.

But I know based on the locker they cleared out,

whatever they were here for

came sometime in the last year.

- Talk to Mar... - Jubal.

- Up there, all right? - Thank you, guys.

- Where is he? - No, no.

- Where is he? - Grace, Grace, Grace, Grace.

- Where is he? - Wait, wait, wait, Grace.

- Grace, Grace, Grace. - What?

I'm sorry.

- Mm-mm. No. - I'm so sorry.

No, Jubal. Please, no.

I'm so sorry.

No, no, no.

No.

We're an FBI family.

I work the white-collar crimes.

Is there a risk? Sure.

But we're mostly at our computers crunching numbers.

I begged Tate to get out of the field.

He's organized crime, right?

Yeah, 20 years.

Took its toll.

So I begged him to take this job.

What's the worst that could happen?

We're gonna do everything in our power

to catch these guys.

OK. I want to help.

I cannot bear the thought of going home right now.

Come on, let me do something, Jubal.

Let me help.

Well, look, I'll talk to Isobel.

But I think we both know what she'll say.

But, Grace,

we are gonna get justice for Tate.

Yeah, OK.

It's a small comfort.

- For the last 23 years, Tate Lattimore dedicated

his life to this Bureau.

This morning, two men came on to FBI turf

and executed him in cold blood.

We do not rest until they are in handcuffs.

We know that they were targeting

a case from last September.

Have we had a chance to review the inventory log

that Linda Jurgens sent over?

- Yeah, but that locker had evidence on, like, 30 cases.

You disrupt the chain of custody...

Yeah, your case gets thrown out.

So evidence from any one of these cases

could have been the target.

- H-how do we narrow it down? - We can't.

All of these cases' trials are coming up soon,

some just within days of each other.

Hey, Ballistics report just dropped.

- OK, what kind of firearm are we looking for?

None.

- Apparently what Maggie found at the scene

wasn't actually a bullet.

- What was it? - A whippet.

A small steel canister filled with nitrous oxide.

They're commonly used as a propellant

for whipped cream dispensers.

OK, well, we know from the surveillance

that they weren't carrying those.

So how the hell did a whippet show up there?

- According to a scary ATF report from 2024,

new genre of untraceable guns is emerging.

Perps are loading whippets into toy guns

after this social media post went viral.

Gun DIY here,

and I'm gonna show you a new hack.

If you want to make a lethal projectile

that explodes upon impact,