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]