The Fugitive (2020) s01e02 Episode Script

Hey. Hey.
Somebody!
– Help!
- Kevin.
Kevin.
Help!
Help!
- Please help. It hurts.
- Is it your leg?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Okay. All right.
I'm gonna put this underneath,
lift, and you slide out, all right?
Okay? Slide out, okay?
- Yeah.
- There.
- Thank you.
- All right. Give me
Give me your hand.
Go.
Okay, good. It's okay.
- Hey! Over here.
Help. Come on.
Up. Easy. Go.
- Watch the tracks.
- There you go.
- She's injured.
- Give him your hand.
- Ma'am, I got you.
- Thank you.
- Yeah. Go.
Is anyone else in there?
- Uh, yeah.
- No civilians in the tunnel.
- My friend's in there.
- Alive? Where is he?
- I think he's dead.
- Then get topside where it's safe. Go.
Go.
- Hey, give me your hand.
- Your shoulder.
The EMT should check it out.
- No, no, no. A lot of people
are worse off than me.
What about your leg?
- It's okay.
- Can I use your cell phone?
'Cause I lost mine and my daughter knew
that I was in the subway.
Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Phone's not working.
Network must be overloaded.
- This is just like 9/11.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
we cannot assume
that this will be the only attack.
No one foreign or domestic
has planted their flag in this shit pile,
so we can be looking
for anyone from anywhere.
- Are we certain it's an attack?
- As of 20 seconds ago,
I got off the phone
with Hernandez from bomb squad.
He confirmed from the blast site
that we are dealing with an explosive
with a mechanical detonator,
either a remote or a timer.
Now, Hernandez is an Angels fan,
but aside from that,
he's a pretty smart guy,
so I'm gonna assume that he's right.
Casualties are high and growing.
Survivors are low and shrinking.
I want the entire
Los Angeles subway system shut down.
- That's 93 stations, boss.
- And 105 miles of track.
I want it a ghost town.
Where are my profiles?
- Still gathering.
- Narrow focus, people.
I don't want list of every asshole
who bought a pressure cooker.
I want film from every ATM,
red light camera
within a 10-block radius
an hour before
to an hour after the attack.
- Outside support?
- Sheriff's department's sending
medical personnel and rescue teams.
FBI is helping secure the site.
- Make no mistake about this.
This is our investigation.
Someone has attacked my city again!
We're gonna find out
who's responsible.
We're gonna take him down.
Can I get a "Copy, boss"?
- Copy, boss.
- Music to my ears.
I assume you know
what a closed door means.
- Thought we should talk. Alone.
- About what?
- Terrorist attack.
What you dealt with, with Gail.
- Sloane, you want to worry about me,
worry about my cholesterol,
my blood pressure,
but not about me and my dead wife
First,
because it's none of your business,
second, because it's none
of your fucking business.
- Copy, boss.
- Thank you.
FBI TO BOMBING!
- Pritti, you still there?
SUSPECT PURSUIT?
Pritti. Where the hell are you?
- I told you,
I'm going to meet my contact.
- Why, exactly?
- 'Cause I want to see what he's got
besides a huge crush on me.
Listen, I'll update you
if my cell's still working, okay?
- Anything in your pockets?
FBI TO BOMBING!
SUSPECT PURSUIT?
- reports of explosion
at the 7th Street Metro Center.
Now at this time we're not
- Yes, Jerry?
- Suspect pursuit?
You hung up five seconds ago, Pritti.
What could you possibly have found
in that time
to confirm the feds have a suspect?
- Technically, they are after a suspect.
Suspect's just unknown.
- Don't get cute, Pittell.
- I put a question mark.
- Cell phone.
- It's just my phone.
- Thank you.
- "Pursuing suspect?"
See, the Score is not stating a fact.
- Well, that's the difference
between you and me.
You actually think that's a good thing.
- Jer, a subway was just bombed.
We're either the first to report it,
or we repeat the news
that someone else finds.
- Are you telling me how the news works?
- Hello? Jerry?
- Pritti?
- Fucking phone lines.
- Fucking Millennials.
- Grover, I need your help.
- No.
- Come on. I just need
to see what you've got.
- I can't do that.
- You do it all the time.
- Getting you footage
of an old lady jumping a turnstile,
that was different. It was funny.
This is terrorism.
I could lose my job.
- Okay. Okay.
You don't have to show me anything.
Just answer a question.
Is there film of the attack?
- Yes.
- You have to show me.
- You just said I didn't.
- The public has a right to know, Grover.
- Cops don't even know
what's going on yet.
I just sent the film I had,
like, five minutes ago.
- Just show me what you sent them.
I won't record it.
I just can't be behind the curve
on this thing.
Please?
- Fourth platform's up.
Ladies and gentlemen,
meet your new commuters.
- Guy with the briefcase?
- No, it's a Halliburton.
Anodized aluminum shell, steel frame.
Why take the time building a bomb,
put it in something that would mute
the blast even just a little?
No. We are looking for leather,
canvas
nylon. Right there.
Blue jeans, black hoodie, red knapsack.
- Male, 18 to 35, right demo.
- Rewinding.
- All right, get me onto the train.
- Copy, boss.
- Unbelievable. Bozo's balloons
are blocking our view.
Get me another angle.
- There you go. First angle.
- Great. Now tall guy's a problem.
- Come on.
- Wait. There's Mr. Hoodie.
- All right. Hood's down.
Where's his knapsack?
- I think he's dumped the knapsack.
Get me the next station.
- I lost him.
- Right there.
Blue jeans, black hoodie, no knapsack.
- What's he doing?
- He's taking out his phone.
- We're seconds from detonation.
- Can we actually be watching him
detonate the bomb?
- That would be a yes.
- Check every angle,
but you get me his face.
- I want to see his face.
Get me another camera angle.
- There you go.
- Wait.
- No, it can't be.
- I know him.
From that trial a few years back.
His story was everywhere.
That’s Mike Ferro.
- Son of a bitch. That's Mike Ferro.