All language subtitles for Quantico S02E07

- Previously on "Quantico"...
- This is a nightmare.

You wake up from nightmares.

Do I belong here?

I was the one who recruited you here.

I believe you may be special.

What if I talked to Miranda
about you going undercover?

I don't want to be that monster.

You're not.

Do you think we'd do better if
it was just one of us here?

Do you?

Harry, once and for all, I'm not gay.

No! No! [Panting]

[Gunshot]

But the next time I see you,
I will kill you.

[Alarm blaring]

You got to be pragmatic

about how you save the most
people with minimal casualties.

And over 1,600 people got out.

Man: What about the
millions in New York City

who are facing the possible threat

of some kind of biological weapon?

[Alarm blaring]

[Screams]

[Sat phone ringing]

[Grunts]

[Screams] God!

[Ringing continues]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Bone cracks]

[Breathing heavily]

[Door opens]

Getting hard to breathe in here?

[Chuckles] I'm not letting air in.

I'm getting me out.

Well, what's the hurry, Jane?

Oh, I'm sorry. Did you not get enough?

Well, it's not that I don't
like seeing you in my car,

or the motel, or the alley, but...

You inviting me back to your place?

We talked about that. You know I can't.

Then I guess there's
nothing left to discuss.

See you later.

Maybe.

[Insects chirping]

You ran here? It's eight miles.

Yeah, I just needed some alone time.

You're buttoned all weird.

Ryan: So, what exactly do
you want me to do?

Wait, are we late?

No. We're actually early.

We were just going through
some operational details

relevant to Ryan's mission.

Ryan's mission?

All right, since we're all here,

let's get to the heart of it, shall we?

Our expectation has been

that the AIC would move
with precision and economy

when choosing its players,
but after six weeks,

we're no further along than
we were when we first started,

and we have no leads.

You're a third of the way
through your training,

and not only have you
failed to get tapped,

you more than likely
missed who did get tapped

right in front of you.

Our only choice now is
to reach the source.

Owen Hall?

If you think the AIC's impenetrable,

he's Fort Knox.

Then you have to break in.

A gift from Langley,

and a private contractor The Farm hired

to freshen up the houses last year.

A false wall.

In a private home

on a government military reservation

in the most secure
neighborhood in the country.

Miranda: Whatever's behind that wall

is very important to Owen.

And you have to find out what it is.

Well, there might be a way through Lydia.

Owen's opening up to me.

I could use it.

But you just said he's Fort Knox.

And you said go straight to the source.

That's what Alex is proposing.

All right.

Nimah, Ryan.

Alex, I don't just want
results this time.

I need results.

You got it.

[Door closes]

An operations meeting,
and we're on the outside?

Don't read too much into it.

I'd be blind not to.

- No one said anything to me.
- [Sighs]

I'll talk with Miranda about it.

Right now, you just need to focus

on getting into Owen's house.

I know that you're
the best agent for this mission.

Remind them.

[Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams" playing]

Bullseye!

Harry: No, you're half an inch off.

Oh, the hell it is! Look.

Okay, new game.

You have to hit it dead center,

and every time you don't,
you have to answer

a highly personal,
deeply embarrassing question.

Preferably both.

- No.
- Nah.

No? Well, let's just mainline pints

and play 1 to 20 like
total wankers, then.

Huh? Come on.

The SAS says "Who dares
wins," so who dares?

I want to win.

So impressed with you right now.

Aww, thanks, Harry.

- Ohh.
- Ooh.

Why don't you ever talk
about where you're from?

I was born outside Harare.

But I don't consider that
a part of my life.

I was adopted when I was 9.

And your birth family... Where are they?

No idea.

[Sighs]

- Nice!
- Whoo!

Of course the fancy
lawyer's good at darts.

No one gets dirty playing darts.

[Chuckles] Funny.

- [Chuckling]
- Oh.

Ah, if only you were getting more
sleep in your own bed lately.

- [Group murmurs]
- León: Is that your question?

Because the answer is
yes, I made a friend.

You jealous?

[Group groans]

- Harry: Parrish!
- [Scattered laughter]

[Laughs] Go, Alex!

- Parrish!
- Alex, Alex!

Okay.

- Ohh.
- Yes!

At any point in your prior service,

were there any, uh,
Booth-on-Parrish extracurriculars

at the FBI?

Absolutely not.

Oh, come on, Alex.

Truthful answers, remember?

You know what?

Even if it did, I guess it
just wasn't that memorable.

Ooh.

- Ooh.
- Wow.

[Indistinct cheering]

I was hoping you'd be bad at this.

An audience with the Pope...
Who could resist that?

The Pope?

Yeah, the Pope.

Oh, Harry.

Your friend who died...
What was his name?

Well, you're gonna have to be

a bit more specific than that, mate.

You know who I'm talking about.

Ryan: Mm. All right.

Well, I'm gonna grab another drink.
Who wants one?

- Yes.
- Yep.

Is he someone we can even,
uh, verify having existed?

Well, there goes our fun-spirited,
team-building game.

Yeah, his name was Elliot.

What'd he do for a living?

Uh, he didn't.

Did you love him?

[Chuckles]

Yeah, of course.

He love you back?

[Groans]

There's my answer.

How'd he do it?

You said it was messy.

Oh, maybe a gun?

Razor?

Or was he a jumper?

Easy, Sebastian.

I get to ask the questions, don't I?

Yeah, but you're not asking,
are you, Sebastian?

You're pushing.

Hey, cool it. El jefe's here.

[Indistinct conversations]

Hey, don't let my need for a burger

disrupt your fun.

Well, if you want
to join us for a few drinks,

Harry's managed to turn darts
into an elicitation exercise.

Nothing to elicit out of me.

See you tomorrow, Booth.

[Door opens]

I said I'd take Owen.

I know. I was just here.

And I was just there.

- You could've waited for me.
- [Sighs]

Or is there something I missed

in this meeting that started without me?

Don't be paranoid, okay?

Then leave Owen to me.

Both of us showing an interest in him,
he's gonna notice.

And if he notices...

Owen: You said you wanted
to elicit something from me.

What?!

Just to join our game.

What were you wanting from me?

I saw you at the bar.

- I thought you might want to join us.
- No, no.

That's exactly what you've
said every time I asked.

See, someone telling the truth
is gonna vary their responses,

but a liar is gonna feed you
the same line over and over

because they're hiding something.

So tell me one more time, Booth,

what were you after?

All right, good. Right there.

See that?

One light, one chair, three minutes.

What did Ryan give up?

Physical information... His stressors.

Tactical information...
What he was and wasn't saying.

But sometimes you need to go further...

Much further.

Enhanced interrogation techniques

will also be used on you
if you're ever caught,

so today we're going to teach you

how to survive, evade, and resist them.

These techniques are designed

to push you to the physical,
mental, and emotional brink,

because that's where
you will often find the truth.

And when it comes to
gaining critical intelligence,

there's no such thing as going too far.

[Breathing heavily]

[Dialing]

[Cellphone vibrating]

[Sat phone beeps]

[Dialing]

- [Cellphone beeps]
- Hello?

Shelby, it's Alex.

Oh, thank God you're alive.

Where are you?

I don't have much time, okay?

The terrorists have been communicating

with someone from the outside.

If you find out who, you can stop this.

Run this number... 626-555...

[Beeping]

Hello?

- [Sat phone dies]
- [Sighs]

There.

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

♪ ♪

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[Door closes]

Who are you?

Look, they... they keep
asking me about drives.

They say you have them.

Hey, can you hear me?

Are... are you okay? Did they hurt you?

What's your name?

Mike.

Where you from, Mike?

P-Pensacola originally.

I-I'm an attaché

for a global-development
fund based in D.C.

And how long have you been doing that?

Why are you asking me these questions?

Because I don't believe a
word of what you're saying.

Why would I lie?!

'Cause you're one of them.

You're trying to manipulate me,
appeal to my empathy.

I'm just doing what they asked.

They said they'd kill me if...

That right there...
That's called tradecraft.

You're getting nothing out of me.

Now you tell me, Mike.

Am I telling you the truth?

♪ ♪

Finding an opening for anything
other than the physical

has been difficult.

Of course.

You're meeting him in cars,
bars, and motels.

You made yourself slightly
more dimensional

than an online profile.

It's not like I can take
him back to my apartment.

Which is why you have to develop a cover

if you're going to get any
usable information from him.

I have a cover.

You have a name, not a life.

You need an apartment he can go to,

friends he can meet,
trust he can establish

so when he does start to talk,
he feels safe.

So I am supposed to create
and cultivate a parallel life

and run Alex?

Miranda already thinks
we've fallen behind.

Not if I suggest to her
that your work with León

becomes an official part
of the operation.

Well, I couldn't be Alex's handler, then.

I'd be in the game.

Hey, I know that she is struggling,

but it's my job to get
her through the mission.

But you have a real connection

with the one CIA recruit
who is an actual ex-felon.

Don't you think that's what
the AIC would be looking for?

Next time he contacts you,
if you engage with him,

it means you're all in.

No more Shelby Wyatt.

You become Jane Foster,
and I become your handler.

Otherwise, do not respond to him.

If you keep up the bars,
motels, and cars,

I'm gonna have to report you

for interfering with the investigation.

I care about Alex.

You know that I do.

You're just one step closer than her,

and you're our better bet.

The human will to resist

is the most durable and complicated safe

you could ever want to crack.

Just as world-class bank robbers

use drills, torches, and even
dynamite when necessary,

enhanced interrogation techniques

can be your tool to break
the truth out of someone,

or have them broken out of you.

Lydia: We will take you to
the brink to see whether or not

you'll give up your secrets,
your country, or yourself.

Owen: This is no mere brutality.

At one time, this agency's
no-holds-barred approach

took this country down a very dark road

to waterboarding, physical torture,

and human-rights violations.

But there's still room to
play the edge and win...

Which is what we'll learn today.

If you can handle it.

Owen: Loud music played for hours

can disorient a subject

and create a sense of hopelessness

that'll make a subject
more likely to talk.

You think this is torture?

Eh, clearly you haven't
been to a Coldplay concert.

[Chuckles]

♪ ♪

Sensory deprivation.

The feeling of being cut
off from one's self

can instill a sense of fear in a subject.

It can drive them to break.

Did they teach you this
type of thing at Quantico?

No.

I only got to experience
it in the real world.

Extreme temperatures can
push someone to the brink,

then past it.

Forced stress positions can
cause as much mental pain

as they do physical pain.

I bet you wish you'd
gotten the music, huh?

I'm fine.

And endurance exercises

can unravel even the strongest psyche.

[Gasping]

I knew you'd rise to the occasion.

The pain will fade.

You know what'll help it fade quicker?

Is that 18-year-old Talisker
I saw in your liquor cabinet.

You know I do live next door, right?

[Chuckles]

I might have taken a shine
to you as a recruit here,

but I'm... I'm sorry if I let you believe

it was anything more than that.

Now you have just an inkling

of what it is to hit
your own breaking points.

Keep that in mind

when you use the same techniques
on a live subject tomorrow.

I'm offering you a chance

to try to break the
toughest person on The Farm.

Me.

Can you get my secret...

The alias I cultivated while operational,

a name which leads to where the
agency buried some of its bodies

when I held the shovel.

Or, at least my alias did.

Enticing enough for you?

This scenario does not
end until you break me.

You don't get my alias,
you don't get off The Farm.

I don't care how long it takes.

There's no around, only through.

Please!

[Gasps]

I have a daughter.

Lucy. She's 9 years old.

They just want to know about the drives.

Please don't let me die in here.

Don't let me miss the rest
of my daughter's life.

Please, you have to believe me.

I can't help you.

But you believe me?

You do. You should. I'm not one of them.

[Door opens]

I talked to her like you asked.

She doesn't know anything.

[Door closes]

Oh, my God.

No, no, please.

I-I-I tried.

It's not my fault!

That's not gonna work.

Tell them what they want to know!

Okay.

Mike... Mike, look at me.

Look at me!

I'm right here, okay?

They're doing this just
to scare us, okay?

They may hurt us,

but they're never gonna kill us,

because this is all just...

[Gunshot]

Where are the drives?

[Grunts] Get your hands off me!

- Start talking...
- [Door closes]

...or we'll take our time with this one.

Alex?

Dayana.

Ramsey!

Everyone's moving at breakneck speed.

I'd like to know what they're chasing.

Wyatt got a phone call
from inside the crisis...

Alex Parrish.

She says the terrorists are communicating

with someone on the outside.

That's incredible. Do they know who?

Alex only got 6 digits
out in a string of 10.

We're cracking 10,000 possible variations

and checking which ones have been used

since the crisis began.

We'll find it and the
bastard who owns it.

♪ ♪

[Heavy-metal music
playing through speakers]

Feel free to go in when you want.

In any configuration you want.

I'm just here to make
sure you don't get hurt.

How do we start?

Ryan: Wait him out.

He's been up all night.

We've deprived him of
food and water and sleep,

and we turned it up to 90 degrees.

Softening him up.

Harry: 15 hours is long enough to stew.

He seems like a rational actor.

Let's see if we can get
him to act rationally.

I'll go first.

- [Music continues]
- [Door opens]

[Beep, music stops]

[Exhales] It's balmy in here.

Do you want some water?

Little toilet break?

[Light switch clicks]

Look, Owen, I really have
no idea why you're doing this,

other than to prove you're a badass,

but there is a fairly
logical chain of events

liable to happen.

Why don't you tell me what it is?

Okay, well, your own
physiology will let you down,

because you've been in
here for what, 15 hours,

and 9 more hours awake,

and you will start answering questions

like you've got a 0.1
blood-alcohol level.

12 more after that,

and you'll lose emotional control

and memory retention

simply because the lights are on.

Your hormonal and chemical imbalances,

due to sleep deprivation,
will work to our benefit,

and all of that before you
start blacking out at hour 36.

Not good.

But, you know, could
just skip the nonsense.

Head straight to quid pro quo

and all head home for
a nice, long snooze.

[Chuckles]

Come on, mate.

We've got a stick.

I'm offering you the carrot.

Making an offer only works

when the subject is beaten down enough

to grasp it.

[Beep]

[Music resumes]

You wasted your shot.

Told you we should've waited longer.

Owen's not gonna fold

because he's a little hungry and tired.

Owen said this scenario's
about enhanced interrogation.

That's what we should be using.

Alex: Yeah, but he also said

that the agency's policy on torture

took this country down a dark path.

There's a reason they stopped it.

Who's to say that torturing
him will gain us anything?

I mean, if we put him in enough pain,

he might just lie to get out of it.

Look, let's just wait him out, okay?

Another 12 hours.

Let's break his spirit, not him.

Ryan: He'll wait us out
before we can even bend him.

I say we fight fire with fire.

I say we try every tactic
on him that he tried on us.

No more, no less.

♪ ♪

[Owen sighs]

Good.

I could use a shower.

♪ ♪

[Water flowing]

[Fabric ripping]

[Keys rattle softly]

Give us the alias, Owen.

- Hey!
- Someone get the door!

I got him! I got him!

[Grunts]

León: We need to make sure
he can't move the tub again.

Put a rock in it.

It'll weigh it down.

[Clattering]

[Water bubbling]

[Gasps, exhales]

That's it?

Come on.

[Water bubbling]

Oh, no. We shouldn't be doing this.

You know, we shouldn't be doing this.

They're operating within the parameters.

[Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

How'd you learn to do that?

You done this before?

[Water splashes]

[Gasps, groans]

Who was he?

An interrogation tool.

What do they want?

Something important enough
to torture and kill for.

Which means

we have to keep them from getting it.

Last chance to talk.

Be strong.

You, too.

♪ ♪

I'm presenting a breach
plan to the Joint Chiefs.

I know you don't agree.

I have to follow my instincts, Miranda.

I hope you won't hold it against me.

What happened to not bringing
our personal life into work?

I'm so glad I get to know you.

I want to celebrate that.

[Bird calling]

Nothing's working. We need to go harder.

There are some things we can
do with a little imagination

that are still inside the lines.

Violence isn't the answer.
It's the expectation.

We need to surprise him
with something different.

Harry: Alex is right.

We need to figure out something
he doesn't see coming.

I'm surprised somebody who gets off

on pushing people's buttons

suddenly hit his limit.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Are Catholics okay now
with physical cruelty?

Or is that just in the afterlife?

The wonderful fiery
eternity waiting for me.

He gave us his consent.

He gave us permission.

Dayana: It's still torture,

whether or not the person consents.

This isn't a debate, this is a test,

and us standing around here
arguing instead of acting

is us failing.

[Sighs]

I'm gonna go to Owen's
while they're distracted.

Lydia and Owen are both here,

which means the house is empty.

You want to know if I'm
capable of going far enough?

- Well, this is my chance.
- [Sighs]

You want your shot at your first live op?

We need to break his spirit.

He's a proud man.

His daughter's watching.

If we can humiliate him,
make him feel shame,

that's a means of control.

Wow.

There goes that wonderful
Catholic upbringing,

right there.

All right, enough!

I'm going outside.

[Footsteps depart, door opens]

[Door closes]

You keep checking up on me today.

Do I seem like I need it?

Do you want me to lie?

Did you really leave
Harare when you were 10?

Why would I lie about that?

Look, Dayana, I'm an ex-FBI agent.

I know, for instance,
that most immigrants

have to stay past puberty
in their native countries

in order to keep their accents as adults.

I don't think you left at 10.
I think you stayed longer.

I think you grew up under Mugabe.

Maybe I did.

Well, that would mean that
you and your family

most likely saw torture,

or were tortured.

Or were the torturers.

Is that what you're getting at?

My childhood was complicated.

My time in America was not,

and I have worked very hard

to forget the complications.

And this?

This is... is dredging them all up.

It's only week seven.

What's gonna happen week 10, week 15?

What are they turning us into?

You can do bad things
and not lose who you are.

None of us are ever
the worst things we've done.

You've never done the things I've done.

[Breathing shakily]

Is this part of the
attempt to humiliate me?

[Thermometer beeps]

I need to check you
haven't gone hypothermic.

[Thermometer beeps]

You're not as young as
you were in the field.

I can still take it.

I've played along in
front of the recruits,

but are you really
gonna give up your alias?

I'm taking something from them,

even if they don't realize it.

If I don't give them
something real in return,

then they'll never trust
me or the agency.

[Shivers]

Besides, it's not like I'm
gonna use it again.

Unless you've had a change of heart

and you want to tell me who benched me.

And now you're using your
pain as an advantage.

There are always wheels within wheels,

aren't there?

[Chuckles]

I respect your choices,
but I don't have to give up.

I'm going home.

Getting you a change of clothes.

[Sighs]

I know you think I don't care, but I do.

Even if I'm not always sure I should.

♪ ♪

[Keys rattle]

[Bang]

[Door opens]

Alex.

[Sighs] Alex, are you up here?

What are you doing?

[Cellphone vibrating]

Alex, you're about to have a visitor.

Yeah, no, it's not me. It's down...

Yeah.

Look, don't... don't worry. I'll sort it.

Uh, Lydia?

Lydia.

Can we, uh, please talk
rationally outside the class

before it turns into Abu Ghraib?

I don't have time for
this right now, Harry.

Uh, oh, okay, then.

I'll talk to you later.

[Door opens]

Hi.

- Phew.
- [Door closes]

Now, you will be telling me later

what you were doing just now.

After what I just found,

your help will be invaluable.

León: I can't believe that didn't work.

He wants us to escalate.
No more wasting time.

Look, there are many other
non-violent methods we can use.

Woman: We've tried everything.

No, that's not true, not true.

How about a few milligrams
of sodium thiopental

and a nice, clean needle?

You want to drug him?

Yeah, it won't hurt him,
shame him, or torture him.

Yeah, that's right. It's just a
light hangover and an alias later,

and then we can all go home
with our consciences intact.

Sebastian: Oh, that's coming from you?

A guy who'd sell my
kidney on the black market

if it gave him half off
a pint at the Gold Leaf?

What has happened to you?

You've turned into Sun Tzu
all of a sudden.

Or do you just want everyone
to think that you are

so nobody sees you like I do?

They see me. You don't.

But I see you.

Always joking, laughing,

moving around as fast as you can

so nobody sees how alone you are.

How alone I am? Where are you
seeing this exactly, Sebastian?

From the crack in your closet door?

- Okay, Harry, this is not the time.
- No, no.

'Cause you know what I'm seeing
is your eyes lingering on me

whenever I come back from the shower,

or how you're suddenly praying
whenever I start undressing for bed,

and once I'm in bed,

you're studying the sheets
for any tiny movement

in the hope of catching...

- Hey!
- Hey!

- Hey! Stop!
- [All clamoring]

Come on!

You got to stop this

before something horrible happens!

This is what happens.

I can't intervene unless you
actually do something wrong.

Look, this won't end until he breaks!

Sebastian: Then let's break him.

León: Finally.

We have to go further
than they taught us.

We are CIA operatives.

You think that when we're out there,

they're just gonna put
our feet in ice water?

Dayana?

You really want to end this?

Hurt someone they care about.

Get off me.

This is not part of the scenario!

Yes, it is. It's the end.

[Door opens]

[Door hinges creak]

[Sighs] You got to pull the exercise now.

You don't know what it's
turned into out there.

They are gonna take this
farther than you can handle.

What exactly do you think
being an operative is?

This is it.

They're gonna do what they have to do

until I talk.

That's the way... Just go.

This is not what this agency is about.

This is about what's outside this agency,

what's waiting for all of you,
and it's painful.

And then, while this is painful for me...

that pain is a minute.

You...

Your pain is the long haul,

because now you know what it
feels like to truly hurt someone.

See, for the sociopath
who has no empathy,

torture is easy, but for
the best operatives,

when it's them under the water,

under the rack, the rope, the knife...

they'll remember somewhere inside

that their torturer is a person

who feels the same guilt, shame,
and discomfort that they do.

There are no two sides to this.

Everyone goes through it
to know how to use it.

- No one gets away with it.
- [Door opens]

I tried to tell you.

Ryan.

[Lydia grunts]

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
What are you doing?

What are you doing?!

Ryan, this is wrong.

[Breathing heavily]

Give up your alias.

Ryan: Last chance.

You're supposed to be torturing me.

We are.

[Lydia straining]

No. Guys, if you...

Don't listen to him.

It's almost over.

[Screams ]

[Grunting]

More.

[Muffled shouting]

Let him see her.

[Gasping]

More.

[Muffled shouting]

[Gasping]

More.

[Gasps]

Jim Dowd!

[Gasping]

It was Jim Dowd.

[Gasps]

Congratulations. You won.

[Retches]

Alex: Congratulations.
You tortured someone.

You know what I did? I did my job.

If Miranda's wrong

and Owen and the AIC haven't
tapped any recruits yet,

who do you think he's gonna
be looking for, hmm?

Someone who can go too far

or someone who doesn't go far enough?

Well, I know what I'm capable of.

What worries me is what this
experience is doing to you.

Oh, don't worry about me.

I'm the man I've always been...

Or is that what you're worried about?

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

- Feel good?
- [Bottle fizzes]

Like you proved something to me today?

Because you didn't.

What'll it take to get you off my back?

I'm not on your back, mate.

You know what I think?

I think you're a man who's
used to getting what he wants.

And you want me.

And it drives you crazy
that you can't have me.

Well, do you know what I think?

I think you're a person

who's never been allowed
to get what he wants.

And I think it was okay for you
to torture someone else today

because you torture yourself every day

to not be who you are.

It pours off you, Sebastian,
but I'll tell you something.

You can love God and yourself.

They're not exclusive.

Unbelievable.

[Sighs]

I'd have expected some tier-two
desk analyst to break like that,

- but you...
- They were drowning you.

It's hardly the worst thing
that's ever happened to me,

and you know it.

All this time, you questioned
if I cared about you.

Thought I put my job above you.

And here you are, with proof

I'd give up anything for you.

Vulnerability is liability.

Remember who taught me that?

And now here you are,
the softest of targets,

begging me to give you names

in some perceived conspiracy
that you got benched.

If that were me in there,

and you were being waterboarded,

I'd have let you drown
before I gave up anything.

That's what it means to be an operative.

I was worried before today

that you were too vulnerable
to be active again,

and now... now I'm worried

you shouldn't even be an instructor here.

If you break that easy,

what are you teaching your recruits?

Where are the drives?

This ends with me standing
over your dead body.

- [Dayana moans]
- [Sighs]

No, no, no.

No.

[Groans]

No! No! No!

Stop.

Stop! Stop!

Here, no walking.

Here, a bag instead of a bathroom.

Here, a machine breathes for her.

Here, no movement at all.

Here...

Here.

Stop! No! I'll give you the drives!

I'll give you the drives!

I don't have them, but I know who does.

Her name is Lydia Hall.

She's a CIA operative.

I was with her when she took them.

She's still here.

She has her cellphone.

If you turn off the jamming
signal for even a second,

you can trace her.

Just... just please stop.

All this needless pain. For what?

[Crying]

Everyone breaks, even you.

[Crying]

[Door closes]

I have to be with the Joint Chiefs...

when they pass the reins to Claire Haas.

Miranda: I just want to take a moment,

wish you good luck.

Whoa, what is going on?

This is the phone that the terrorists
have been communicating with.

Paul.

Are you a part of this?

- Part of what?
- Hands behind your back, sir.

That is not mine.

I had no idea how that got into my bag.

Don't say a word.

Not one word until you talk to a lawyer.

[Crowd murmuring]

You found a laptop and six phones,

but took none of it?

I couldn't risk getting caught by Lydia.

I had to get out of there.

You could've taken a phone or a photo,

or... or memorized call logs.

I can still get them, Shelby.

What if they're not there
when you go back?

Do you think I'm not cut out for this?

- I just wish you'd taken the risk.
- Well, I didn't.

And I don't think you would have
under the circumstances, either.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I'm just frustrated, that's all.

[Sighing] It's okay.

Hm.

Let me talk to Miranda,

and we'll figure out a new plan.

Yes, thank you.

[Door opens]

They're here.

[Fleetwood Mac's
"Gold Dust Woman" playing]

♪ Rock on, gold-dust woman ♪

You coming?

♪ Dig your grave ♪

[Kettle whistling]

[Click]

♪ Heartless challenge ♪

♪ Pick your path, and I'll pray ♪

[Water running]

♪ Wake up in the morning ♪

♪ See your sunrise loves ♪

[Sighs] Are you ready?

♪ To go down ♪

[Cellphone chimes]

_

♪ Lousy lovers ♪

Okay.

♪ But they never cry out loud ♪

Let's make your cover.

[Keyboard clacks]

♪ Cry out ♪

[Cellphone vibrating]

♪ Well, did she make you cry ♪

♪ Make you break down ♪

♪ Shatter your illusions of love ♪

♪ And is it over now? ♪

♪ Do you know how? ♪

♪ Pick up the pieces and go home ♪

[Sighs]

♪ Rock on, ancient queen ♪

Hey.

You really like the burgers here, huh?

I also like the liquor
cabinet better than mine.

And after a day like this...

Ooh.

I'm sorry.

Took a very principled stance today.

I like to think I'd have
done the same thing

if I were in your shoes.

What do you mean, "if"?

Well, every class since 9/11
has had to take this challenge.

All I've done is teach them.

- Man: Here you go.
- Thanks.

Now, there was a time

when the CIA didn't operate like this.

People respected how smart the enemy was.

I'm not gonna lie to you.
I miss that time.

And there's so many better
ways to break someone.

If you can be smarter,

you can run circles around
brute force every single time.

Have you had the burger here?

No, but I'd like to.

All right.

I'll make a quick call to Lydia

and tell her I won't be coming home.

♪ ♪

[Cellphone ringing]

[Car-door alarm chiming]

[Coughs]

[Cellphone beeps]

Man: You've been selected.

Take this phone. Tell no one.

I understand.

♪ ♪

How long were you seeing him?

I saw you in here.

You know that expression,
"love is blind"?

Love makes you blind.

I will say that again.

President Todd will
invoke the 25th Amendment

and hand over power to Vice
President Claire Haas.

I hope she makes the right decision

about how to end this.

Director Shaw, the drones
monitoring the siege site,

they got a signal... Lots of signals.

Every phone inside flashed on at once.

We're about to get a snapshot
of who and where everyone is

in that building.

Now, they've been 10 steps
ahead of us this whole time.

What made them screw up?

I'm so sorry, Dayana.

I should have told them earlier.

- Are you okay?
- It's okay, it's okay.

I don't blame you.

[Gunshots]

Cut them loose.

What's going on?

It's called a rescue mission, love.

León faked a seizure.
We overpowered the guards.

Word is you've been giving
your best John McClane

for the terrorists.

Figured you could use a Holly or three.

She needs medical attention.

If one of us goes without the others...

We still don't know who to trust.

Okay, there's... there's a bunker
downstairs with medical supplies.

We go there, we stick together.

It's our best chance
against these terrorists.

Who's in?

I am.

I'm in.

I'm in.

Good. 'Cause I'm tired of playing nice.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

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