Original subtitles

-Up ahead! -You recognize those guys?

No, but Greta often hires from the outside.

If that was US military,

they wouldn't be dropping things into the water.

-That was the last one. -Let's go.

-They're lowering the LRAD. -LRAD sound waves will agitate it.

That will expand and harden the foam and gunk up the dam to a stop.

Got it.

Dad, we're on our way to you in a DARPA helicopter.

Did you hear that gunfire? It's hotter than your mom eating soup in a jacuzzi.

-Oh my. Yeah. -We'll discuss it in therapy.

No! Shit!

All the equipment went over!

Did we turn the LRAD off?

I don't think so.

Shit.

We've been in here too long.

They're taking us out to the forest to do us in, Drea de Matteo style.

The guy from the E Street Band is gonna kill us.

Didn't expect to go out like this,

but at least it's better than how Grandma died.

What?

Oh my God. Wait. In my comic book, Brock Hardman escapes from zip ties,

so I actually googled how to do this.

If I remember correctly,

step one is I have to get my hands in front of my body.

-What are you doing? -I'm just gonna...

I've tried that. I can barely reach the tip.

-Oh God! -You get it?

No, I almost...

Almost.

-Okay. -Step two.

To break the zip tie, you pull it towards yourself forcefully like this.

Like this! Like this! Like this!

Damn it. They're... they're not breaking. I need something to cut them with.

Let me just get my pruning shears.

Your broken zipper. Your broken zipper can cut the ties.

-It's worth a try. -Yeah.

Okay.

Let me just...

...get on in there and...

Okay.

Please look away, Donnie.

You look away.

-Are you fucking serious right now? -I can't control where the blood flows.

Jesus Christ.

-Okay! -Hey!

All right, I just gotta push on the bracket with both my thumbs.

-It's off! -Yeah!

All right, we're good.

We've stopped. It's a red light.

Now! Go, go, go!

-Go get 'em! -Ah, goddamn it.

When Charlotte's web said "some pig"...

You like this story, baby?

...Wilbur had tried hard to look like...

Don't get attached to the spider.

Text from Nonna.

Your favorite informant is running late.

Need to push a half hour.

Ciao.

-Wilbur had tried... -Well,

looks like we've got some time to kill.

And now that the web said "radiant,"

he did everything possible to make himself glow.

-Update. -Three turbines have jammed to a halt.

RPMs are dropping on the fourth, the one furthest from the penstock,

so it didn't get as much of the agitation from the LRAD.

But it'll soon shut down. And once it does, the power stops.

Okay.

I don't see him.

They're so fast. For bikers.

Okay, so we catch our breath, then we keep moving.

All this 'cause of that stupid pig.

It is not the pig's fault, man. It's our fault.

He's probably scared half to death.

God only knows what that little pig is going through right now.

What I want you've got

And it might be hard to handle

But like a flame that burns the candle

The candle feeds the flame

- Oh yeah, well, well, you - Ooh-ooh

You make my dreams come true

- You - You, you, you, ooh-ooh-ooh, you

Well, well, well, you

- Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh - Oh yeah

You make my dreams come true

- You, you, you, ooh-ooh-ooh, you - Oh, yeah

Well, we must have gotten rid of the LRAD

because that turbine is still running.

Yeah, but the polymer in it has basically turned to thick mud.

The turbine's trying to clean it out, but it'll fry before it's done.

In a few minutes, that thing is toast.

-And then the dam shuts down. -Not immediately.

There's a storage depot that keeps about 60 minutes' worth of backup storage

in case we have a temporary shutdown.

But excavating all of this gunk out of the turbines,

replacing the burned-out hardware, that'll take weeks.

The 60-minute window, it only delays the inevitable.

Okay, it might be crazy,

but I think I may have come up with a plan.

You turn off the turbine,

I manually clear out all the gunk so we protect the motor,

then you turn it back on again. All right?

How are you gonna do that?

I put my back into it.

In less than 30 minutes, we are engaging in an all-out battle

to stop America from going into the Stone Age.

What could you possibly be doing on your computer right now?

Why is it any of your business what I'm doing?

Sorry I asked.

Okay, if you really have to know, I'm writing a letter of recommendation.

That "break four bones until you shit sideways" stuff

was pretty gangster.

Thank you.

-Why are you doing it right now? -In case I die at the dam.

I figured one of us should get what she wants

since I'm not getting regional director.

Oh, I do wanna make a few notes here.

"She is a giant ass pain, asks too many questions,

and is too distracted by her multiple male suitors,

who clearly value butts over personality."

Nice.

What are you gonna do about those three randy fellas?

-What? -Carter, Aldon, Chips.

Horny can sniff out horny.

Just do me a favor and don't fuck up Aldon like you did a few months ago.

I'm not trying to fuck anyone up. It's all unreciprocated.

I swear to you, I'm just trying to focus on my job.

I don't want a relationship.

Okay, well, I'm just saying,

the last time you broke my buddy's heart, he ended up sleeping with a pig.

I'll be careful.

-Thanks. You're a good friend. -I'm just looking out for my boy.

I meant me.

I appreciate the letter.

And for what it's worth, I was wrong. You'd have made a great regional director.

-Thanks. -Better than Reed, anyway.

Yes, yes. Come on! Come on!

-I don't think I can do this anymore. -No, no, no, no, no, no.

We're so close to getting this done.

No, no. Come on. You can't break down now.

Let me relieve you. Come on.

All right.

Come on.

Let me get this.

It's... it's stuck. It's...

You think... I think it's just jammed.

I mean, I loosened it for you.

-He's a real-life Hercules. Look at him. -It's speeding up.

Water's rushing the turbine chamber.

-Get back! Get back! -Come on!

The water's back in. We're refilling the energy storage depot.

That should give us a few hours.

What do you mean a few hours? We fixed the problem.

Imagine an above-the-ground pool with multiple holes in it.

You try to refill the pool with buckets of water.

Yes, you're adding to the pool,

just like this one turbine is adding to the storage depot,

but it will never make up for the amount of water flowing out of the pool,

because this plant has three defunct turbines.

So after everything that we've just done, the whole thing is gonna shut down anyway?

You bought us a few hours.

Barry, did you hear all of that?

He's right. In a few hours, the whole country's out of power.

And we'll descend into chaos.

Unless we unclog the three turbines that aren't working.

Okay, so we use a jackhammer.

You jackhammer that polymer coating, you destroy the hardware.

What if we can remove the polymers without any damage?

Well, then you'd be a wizard.

Or a guy who got an A-plus in AP Chemistry.

I found this research paper from Vanderbilt University.

It seems that if you mix sulfuric acid with water,

you can create an exothermic reaction

that will eat away at this specific polymer,

leaving the blades unharmed.

Based off the size of the dam, the amount of water flow,

20 industrial barrels of acid will do it.

Where am I gonna get 20 barrels of acid? Come on.

I don't know, but I'm going to find out.

Okay. Okay. I... I can't...

I can't run anymore.

Are you okay?

I just got a look at myself.

I was on the altar.

I had my suit on, the music was playing.

-Tally looked gorgeous. -Oh.

I always wanted a family. With her, I was gonna get an instant one.

Two grown kids and a grandchild.

Everything I ever wanted.

Things were actually working out for old Donnie.

And then...

...giant Austrian shits all over me.

Okay.

Them's the breaks though, right?

Well, that sounds like heavy stuff. Do you wanna keep talking about it, or...

-No. -Why not?

Well, for starters, the bikers are here.

What? Shit!

Oh man, there's no way we're getting out of here without them seeing us.

Wait. The PCP I've been hiding in my prison wallet.

You stole their PCP?

-I snagged some. -What the...

Uh...

Donnie, that is like a ten-year prison sentence

in your hands right now.

I'll do a little. Supposed to give you super strength.

-No way. -Just a bump.

Like they do on cop shows, right?

Dip my pinkie in it, rub it on my gum, say it's pure.

-I'll do it Commish style. -No, don't.

Okay, listen, 50 yards away there are men who are trying to kill us, okay?

I am not dragging some dust head around Poughkeepsie

for the rest of the afternoon.

Awesome.

Oh. Oh.

-Hey! -Okay. Hey...

Listen, it's all a misunderstand...

Fuck!

I'm Cassius Clay, baby.

Okay, fair. You got me.

I'm gonna stomp my boot in your face till you talk out the back of your head.

Say goodnight.

Oh.

Shit!

Uh...

Good. It's cool.

-Take his cash. -I'm not taking his cash.

I'm getting his phone so I can call us help.

Oh right. Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Uh, I need his Face ID to unlock it.

Right.

Okay.

Yeah. My man does not have a face.

Unless that's the PCP talking, 'cause I am starting to smell emotions.

Circle of life, killer.

You okay?

You smell scared.

Ki... Killer?

I was Westchester's Teacher to Watch.

I... I was one of the teachers to watch.

I was one of the 30 shortlist...

What...

This is almost too quiet.

I'm not sure this feels good, buddy.

Yes.

"This is Hamsteak."

"If I'm found dead,

please return to Emma Brunner."

"Tell her I was practicing

loving, functional relationship stuff

with him for her."

"He's a good boy."

"He loves belly rubs

and Luther Vandross,

but not at the same time."

Okay.

Daddy will be right back. Daddy always comes back.

Nonna.

Nonna.

Mmm.

Ah!

There you are. Why does it smell so good in here?

Oh, I got some sauce cooking in the back office,

and you know I like my meat fresh.

-Mm-hmm. -Speaking of fresh meat...

Okay, let's keep it professional, Nonna.

Okay, but you make Nonna sad.

Horny and sad.

So you have some information for me.

Same drill as always.

You give me the intel, CIA will wire you the money.

Shit.

You suck, Nonna.

Oh, I will miss that tight ass.

Hey, now.

Whoa!

Energy storage levels are falling faster than anticipated.

Barry, you better come up with a solution now.

Think I got something. There's a quarry 1.1 miles from there.

They use commercial-grade sulfuric acid to leach copper.

But you're gonna need hundreds of gallons of that stuff.

How you gonna transport it?

The United States Marines.

Shit.

Shit.

-He's not here. -Check by the conveyor belt.

Officer.

-Officer. -Ugh, here we go.

-I am looking for my pig. -Uh-huh.

He escaped from the CIA,

and we were being chased by a bunch of bikers,

till one of them died from air conditioning.

-Are you on drugs, sir? -No.

-Just PCP. -Oh, okay.

Hands on the hood.

Officer, you don't have to arrest him!

I have his pants! Officer, you can't arrest him.

-Really? -Yeah.

-My job says I can. -Right.

Okay, listen, there are dangerous men trying to kill us.

Bikers.

And if you send us to jail, they likely have contacts in there,

and we will be killed.

Oh, okay. Your hands on the hood too.

-No, what? No. -Come on.

-Come on. Both hands. -This is a misunderstanding.

-I have his pants. -Just put your hands on the hood, sir.

Oh, thanks.

-Hey, I'm peeing a rainbow. -Son of a bitch.

Give me your hands.

-Come on. Give me your hands. -You pissy magnificent bastard.

-I'm not resisting. -Hey!

I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

Oh shit! I'm sorry! Holy shit, I'm sorry!

-Come on! -Oh my God, you killed him!

-Oh my God! -I didn't kill him.

I didn't kill him. Not the first one either.

Are you dead? He's not dead. He shook his head. He's not dead.

I didn't kill the first guy either, man!

That air conditioner fell on him because of decisions he made!

This ain't good.

That's nasty.

Hamsteak?

Hamsteak!

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no!

Hamsteak.

Hamsteak.

Precious.

Were you looking for this?

You could've gotten out of here,

but instead, you, uh came back looking for some pig.

Hamsteak...

...BLT.

Oh, come here.

He's not some pig, he's "some pig."

Shh.

Oh.

Don't look.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit!

-I do not wanna go to prison! -Maybe you shouldn't have tased that cop.

What? I... I did it for you, you selfish piece of shit!

Radio to 175 Delta.

175? That's this car.

-175, do you copy? -Uh, yeah.

Hi there, this is 175. Over.

175, report to meatpacking plant at 112 Euclid.

Caucasian male, 30s, six foot,

dirty blonde hair, cream polo, blue jacket, blue jeans.

Dirty blonde hair, cream polo? That's gotta be Aldon!

Hey, look at that!

Whoo!

Okay, here we go!

I had no choice.

I should drown you in that delicious-smelling sauce right now.

-No. -Why'd you set me up?

It was Dante Cress.

How did Cress know I'd reached out to you?

'Cause he's Dante Cress. He knows things.

And if Cress offers you a job, you take it if you want to keep breathing.

-Where is he? -I don't know.

-I don't know! -How'd you two communicate?

He sent me an email saying that he would pay me ten million

upon proof of your death.

If I don't deliver this proof,

then Cress will kill me and my whole family!

I'm disappointed in you, Nonna.

-Oh. -Now show me that email.

It self-destruct after a few seconds.

-Like on TV, huh? -That's not a thing.

Next time I'll hear from him

is when I get paid for sending proof that you are in the ground,

or when he sends assassins for me because you are still alive.

So either I get paid today, or I die.

That's it.

You get paid today.

Barry, listen up, we need to bring in our money man.

Have no fear, Farkas is here.

What's all this business about tracing a payment?

We need your expertise to track a wire from Cress that he's gonna make soon.

We wanna be able to follow it back to his actual physical location.

Impossible. Cress doesn't send money like a normal person.

You'll never be able to backtrack it.

Why not?

Remember that game Plinko from The Price Is Right?

Where the ball bounces down all those pegs?

I think you mean disc, exotic woman.

-I don't think I got your name. -Talulah.

Talulah Brunner.

Brunner. Big guys always get the lookers, don't they?

Anyway, you get your money into one of these slots

at the bottom of the game.

That's the bank.

Dante sends the money from a slot at the top,

but there's not a straight line you can follow back up.

It bounces off a million tiny pins on the way down.

Dante sends 75 separate deposits that add up to the amount owed.

And remember that disc? It breaks off into five different discs.

Some are invisible, some are made of steam, some bounce backwards.

It's a maze inside of a puzzle inside of an escape room.

No one can tell what's going on.

No one can track this amount of data simultaneously.

That's bullshit, and you know it.

You were able to manipulate all those bank transfers

when you were stealing money from the CIA.

And you were able to track and expose Tina.

Sorry about that.

My point is,

if there's anyone that can help us figure out a way around this Plinko mess...

...it's you.

All right.

Looks like it's up to Farkas to save the world.

You know, I have dreamed of this so many times.

Ew.

Local PD.

I better go explain to them

why you made me kill all those people out there.

Come on, piggy boy.

Oh!

Yeah! Look at me!

Put that away! Put that away!

I'm about to go bang!

Oh shit!

I shot my ball off!

What the hell? Carter?

Yeah. Uh, I tased a cop.

Donnie shot a ball off.

-He has to get to the hospital. -Yeah.

You can't be here when the real cops show up.

I'm CIA. I should be fine, but you're not.

I don't know what the hell you did, but it looks real fucking bad.

It's actually a lot worse than it looks.

Dump the cop car here. I'll blame it on the guys I killed.

-What guys? -I killed eight guys.

-My ball! -Right.

Take one of their cars.

When you get to the hospital, don't let 'em know this was a gunshot.

-Yeah. -Okay, Carter, you got this.

Go! Go, go!

-Was that the pig? -Yes.

Barry, we have the acid. Headed to the dam now.

Copy that. Farkas and I are working on finding Cress.

I love this, that you're able to put your differences with Farkas aside

and put this mission number one.

I'm so proud of you.

You care about your team a great deal.

Oh, I love my team. They're like my kids.

Speaking of which, do you know when Emma lands?

I don't like that whirlybird. They had mechanical issues in Kuwait.

Oh, she's flying with a new model. She should be on the ground very soon.

-But thanks for your concern. -Yeah, yeah.

What?

I see what's going on.

You have an interest for my daughter.

I just want you to know, don't waste too much time

because you have no chance.

Why do you say that?

Because you're unstable, and, uh, you're all over the place.

You're kind of like a loose cannon.

It's the last thing she needs right now in her life.

I just don't think she ever would choose you.

But... I could be wrong.

Yeah, you probably... probably are wrong.

Then I'd just have you killed.

All right, you're taking the piss, eh?

How about three pisses a night?

I mean, my prostate is so large, it's like a cantaloupe.

That's not what I meant. It's... it's an expre...

Doesn't matter.

Do you know that I knew your father?

We actually worked together to stop the Y2K bug.

He would be so proud of you, to see what you're doing.

Fighting for the side of the good again.

I wish he was here to hear you say that.

Oh, that's such a waste of good sauce.

Just take the picture.

Got it.

Okay, Nonna killed me. How's it going, Farkas?

Finishing an AI algorithm now.

I'd explain it to you, but I don't think you'd understand.

It should work though.

Okay, downloaded. Aldon, send the photo.

Send it to the encrypted number Cress gave you.

Okay.

Sent.

Payment should come now. Cress is always prompt.

Soon as the payment's sent,

the algorithm should trail it back to Cress' location.

Luke, it's coming down to the wire. Is the pickle in the pepper?

Simmer is in the sauce.

Ready to discharge the acid into the turbine room.

Hook up the hoses and bring them into the operations building.

We gotta hurry. The plant's about to shut down.

Come on! Come on! Let's go. Let's do this.

Come on. Down here.

Got the money. Nonna is rich!

We'll know where Cress is in a matter of seconds.

I got a hit!

What the hell? The deposit went into some kind of FinSec hub.

-A what hub? -FinSec hub.

A financial security hub? Anyone?

It operates on the dark web. It's like a giant digital washing machine.

I didn't think we'd run into something like this after the Plinko board.

It's like having padlocks on top of your deadbolts.

Yes, but what the hell is it?

Every money transfer has a 32-digit transaction ID.

When a security hub is in play,

it takes all those transactions and gives them a new code to clean it.

Then the new code goes through the big Plinko machine

before getting deposited into Nonna's account,

which means all the data we traced back here leads us to a dead end.

Because all of the information that could lead us to Cress' location,

like his, uh, IP address for example, we no longer have.

So, shit!

Hey, hey.

So, what do we do now?

If we get Cress to send another deposit, I can stop it from being scrubbed.

But only for like a split-second delay, so that I can read the real data

before it gets sent off and is changed permanently.

Except Cress isn't making any more deposits.

The hoses are ready. Send in the acid.

Okay, we deal with Cress later. Right now we have to save the grid.

Here we go.

Liebling!

I can't let you do that.

Look, whatever you're thinking of doing, it's a bad idea.

I'm thinking I don't want to blow you up along with that tanker,

so please, step aside.

How the hell did she get the drop on us?

She dressed the part. You can get anywhere with confidence and the right outfit.

Luke, you can't let her fire.

We need the acid to unclog the turbines before time runs out.

Look, Greta, just relax.

Okay? And then you and I talk.

-All right? -There's nothing to talk about.

You shoot me or my team,

and our fingers twitch, and it's bye-bye tanker.

There's no way you're saving this dam.

Friends of yours?

Drop your weapons.

Roo, Emma, stand down.

Chips, you too.

-I can take her. -Emma, don't do it.

I love her.

Did he just drop the L bomb?

If you really wanna get back at him,

you can look me up in the employee directory,

Marcus A. Farkas.

All of the feelings that I had for you, they came back.

Are you shitting me?

I tried to fight it, but I just... can't.

Chips told me how you felt.

I feel the same way.

I've always known we were meant to be together.

And I always knew you that were better than the people you work for.

Greta, you're a wonderful person. You would never harm any innocent people.

So let's just stop all this madness, and you and I go off together.

Boss, I will cut off your dick-stick.

I need to see this through. You know how Cress operates.

He already paid half the money up front.

So either I shut down the grid, or he'll kill me, or worse.

I need you to move. Now.

I don't want to have to shoot you.

I love you too.

This is such bullshit.

-Emma, take the shot. -What about the finger twitch?

She's in love with him. She won't pull any triggers. Do it.

Wait. Farkas, you said if Cress makes another payment,

we could track his location.

Can the Green Lantern recharge his power ring using his lantern?

None of us know that, because we've all had sex.

Now hear me out, Greta.

We turn off the power, then Cress will make another payment to you.

And then Farkas can track his payment, which will lead us directly to Cress.

Then we can turn the power back on again.

Cress will know that I betrayed him. I'll be signing my death warrant.

-Not if we get to Cress first. -Cress uses offshore accounts.

The power's only going out in the US, so his bank won't be affected.

Even if he's in the U.S., he can use a sat phone.

-What about right here? -The CIA has backup generators.

Look, this is a win-win for you.

Cress will be under arrest, therefore he cannot harm you anymore,

and you get the money.

And then we can run away together?

Wherever we want to go.

We'll all lower our guns on three?

Are you all insane?

No, we're not putting the US power grid down for even a second

just so Hansel and Gretel can live on a Bora Bora beach house.

Luke Brunner, you are relieved of command.

Emma Brunner, you are CEO. Now pull the damn trigger,

or kiss Unit 9 goodbye.

My daughter would never listen to you over me.

Oh yeah? Well, she says she believes your judgment is compromised.

Emma?

Your decision-making is affected 'cause of your feelings for Greta.

She also asked to be put in charge of the team.

Schatzel, did you turn me in?

Can you blame me?

No.

-But you must trust me in this. -Don't listen to him.

Sweetheart, look me in the eyes.

You know your father would never do anything to hurt you.

Emma, this is your chance to leave your dad's shadow.

-Am I really in command? -Damn right you are.

All right.

Then as CO...

we're backing my dad.

Son of a bitch!

This better work.

You're out of your mind if you think we're getting on Cress' shit list.

Oh shut up.

You know, this is a little bit awkward, but I haven't been paid

my last paycheck for the last week.

That was the last one.

Acid worked, sludge dissolved.

All turbines back online.

So I guess all that's left to do is to turn them off.

Right there.

All right. Are we ready, team?

Autobots ready to roll out?

-Goonies never say die. -Do I actually need this thing?

I don't understand a word they're saying, but somehow I know it's lame.

Well, sadly, you get used to it. All right, we shut down the power. Now!

-Don't look at me. -I'm not doing it.

What? This thing?

Every city in America is going darker than a Frank Miller graphic novel.

Jenga.

Huh. Fits good.

Hey, baby.

That better have been Hamsteak.

It wasn't.

I've got a great job this week of announcing the Star Baker.

And this week's Star Baker is...

All bets stand until the power comes back on.

Mrs. Turtletaub, if you look up the winner,

I'm gonna fuck you up.

Shouldn't I be out for this?

Well, we're still flushing PCP out of your system, so we've gone local.

But relax, you're in safe hands.

Scalpel.

Okay.

Whoops.

I just got the payment.

AI algorithm is running. There it is.

A $250 million transaction.

Pulling the transaction data and just got the IP address.

-And sending it to Barry. -Got it.

Running a trace on the IP address. Yahtzee!

Cress made a payment from a location on Killermont Street in Port Jarvis.

-That's pretty far from us. -But not from me.

Nonna, gotta go. Bye.

Okay.

Backup's on the way, Aldon.

What? Farkas, what?

There's something about that town. Port Jarvis. Sounds familiar.

Tina. When OTS dumped her phone,

it showed that Tina had visited Port Jarvis.

Sir, I know you're not on board with all of this,

but you have to authorize having Tina transferred so we can question her.

She's a captured spy being held under the Espionage Act.

I'm not pulling her out without an okay from Langley.

-There's no time for that! -Then she'll stay where she is.

Well, then I'll just get her down here on some medical pretense.

-I'll be right back. -You'll find her in the infirmary.

-What? -I put her there.

So, Emma, I... I don't want things to be awkward between us.

-I may be your new stepmom someday. -Oh God, kill me now.

Power's back on.

Ah.

Finally, I can unclench.

You know, it's funny, us Brits actually pronounce it "unclench."

Uh, Luke? Bit of a problem.

The grid's back up, but the DEFCON scale dropped down to level one.

What the hell for?

Every nuke in the USA has been shifted into ready-launch position.

World War III is about to jump off.