Original subtitles

- What are you hiding

about Cuba?

- Nothing.

- Previously on

"The Enemy Within"...

- The past six months,

the CIA started sending

Tal prisoners to a black site

detention center.

- Sierra Maestra.

Tal values Mendoza.

- I know you're not just one

of Tal's operatives.

You're in a relationship

with him.

- You know nothing about me.

- She's vulnerable.

I think we can turn her.

- I was hoping

I could see my mom.

- How is your dad?

Does he know that you're here?

- No.

- If Chris finds out

that I'm meeting Hannah,

he'll put an end to it.

I spent the last three years

barely surviving without her,

so I'll do anything.

Tal, you made me an offer.

- Feed me intelligence.

Protect me from your country.

In return, your daughter

will be safe forever.

- Agent Keaton--

he's closing in on you.

I know you feel it.

I can help you.

- Why would you do this now?

- I am not going to die

in a cage.

[suspenseful music]

[car door closes]

[indistinct chatter]

- No, no,

that's not gonna work for us.

- Dan's asking

if operations have seen

that vulnerability report.

- Not yet.

I was planning to loop

them in later today.

- Because Langley needs

their system

back up and running this week.

- Something to drink, ma'am?

- Coffee, black.

Then when can you have it?

- How we looking?

- Fuel levels are good.

Hydraulic fluid's good.

All set.

- Tower, this is Gulfstream

Four Tango Alpha,

ready for takeoff

on runway 2-1.

- Four Tango Alpha, you're

clear for takeoff runway 2-1.

- Copy. Cleared for takeoff

runway 2-1,

Gulfstream Four Tango Alpha.

Thank you, tower.

[jet engine whirring]

- Carla Mendoza said

anything yet?

- Not yet.

We only apprehended her

48 hours ago.

Daniel spent most of that time

trying to get her to talk.

- She wasn't just

a lieutenant of Tal's.

She was a confidant.

So my guess is she'll be loyal

till the end.

- We'll see about that.

My experience,

loyalty only goes so far.

- I keep thinking about what we

learned about Tal from Langley.

He's planning something

at that CIA black site.

He knows Sierra Maestra

has a detention center

with his operatives.

Got to figure

out what his endgame is

before it's too late.

- You mean we need

to figure it out.

Whether I like it

or not, Shepherd,

you and I are

in this together.

[dramatic music]

- [sighs]

Thank you for this,

by the way.

I'd forgotten the simple

pleasure of just being outside.

- No need to thank me.

You've earned it.

Haven't always made it easy,

but you've helped me get closer

to catching Tal than

I have been in three years.

- I need to catch him

as badly as you do.

- Will.

- What's up?

- Earlier this morning,

a private plane took off

from Butler, Pennsylvania,

headed for Miami.

Two hours into the flight,

all communications went dark.

- Hijacking?

- We don't know,

but the plane just landed

at an unmanned airfield

16 miles away,

near Fairfax, Virginia.

Deputy Director just called.

He wants us down there.

We got to go.

- What'd he have to say?

- Well, the company that

chartered the plane

was Alcon International.

They're a contractor

for the CIA.

The passengers on board make up

the entire operating arm

of the company.

With their connections

to the CIA,

the Deputy Director

thinks this could be

a counterintelligence issue.

[suspenseful music]

[sirens approaching]

[indistinct chatter]

- Any contact on the inside?

- No, nothing yet.

- How long have

they been grounded?

- 26 minutes and counting.

- Bring everybody in.

- All right, circle up, guys.

Everyone got briefed

on the schematics

of this thing, right?

12 seats--

[siren blares,

tires screeching]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- What are you doing here,

Cabrera?

- CIA has reason to believe

that highly classified

intelligence of ours

may be on that plane.

We're here to ensure it doesn't

fall into the wrong hands.

- You mean our hands.

- I'm not here to get

in your way, Agent Keaton.

I just need

to protect our intel.

- Your intel?

What about the people inside?

- You have your orders.

I have mine.

- All right, listen up,

everybody.

We have a possible hijacking,

hostage situation,

or act of terrorism.

Flight manifest says there's

nine souls aboard that plane.

They could be hurt and in need

of medical attention.

Bragg?

- HRT, you guys take point

on the approach.

Breach the cabin

through the front door.

Then our team's going in,

and we'll assess the situation

from there, all right?

Clear?

- Let's do it.

- Let's move.

- My God.

- This is Agent Bragg.

We have multiple

fatalities on board.

Looks like everyone's dead.

- Not everyone.

The two pilots--

they're missing.

- [sighs]

- The laptop's

in our possession.

We'll upload the CAD files

as soon as we get to the club.

No.

No witnesses.

No survivors.

- It's bright up here.

- Yeah.

Better than

the holding cell, right?

- A lot better.

That was nice of Agent Keaton.

- You're gonna do great today.

- Yeah.

- Are you nervous?

- A little.

- Don't be.

You'll be fine.

- I'm nervous

about parallel parking.

- Nerves?

Nerves are just

adrenaline surges

reacting to an emotion

that you're having.

So, if you can distract

yourself from that emotion,

then the nerves will go away.

- How do I do that?

- Um, you could take

your thumbnail

and squeeze it like this.

Harder.

- It hurts.

- Well, that's

the point, right?

You're thinking

about the pain

and not about

the driver's test.

- I guess.

- You have to separate

your emotions

from what you have to do,

or your emotions

will sabotage you.

- Did you learn that

in the CIA?

- [chuckles]

You're gonna do really well.

And when you get your license,

you're gonna be

a very careful driver.

- I promise.

- Wear your seat belt.

No texting, never.

- Dad already talked

to me about it.

- Good.

[dramatic music]

How is he?

- He's okay.

I feel bad sometimes, though.

- Why?

- Just, you know,

for not telling the truth

about where I am

when I come see you.

When I get my license,

I can visit you more often.

- I would love that.

- If I could drive

you someplace,

where would you want to go?

- I don't--

- The beach, the woods?

- Um...

anywhere...

as long as I was with you.

[indistinct chatter, telephone

ringing in the distance]

- Maybe one day I could

drive you out of here.

Help you escape.

I could be

your getaway driver.

- I really think

that my getaway driver's

gonna have to be

a confident parallel parker.

- [sighs]

- My team looked

into Alcon International.

We know that they're

a private defense contractor.

We also know

that they specialize

in security

and communications.

But what we don't know

is what work they're doing

for the CIA.

- I can't answer that.

- Seven people are dead,

and that's the game

you're gonna play?

- Look, it's not my choice

to leave you

in the dark, Agent Keaton.

- Then whose is it?

And I'll go talk to them.

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah, all right.

All right, bye.

[phone receiver clatters]

- Cabrera give you anything?

- Negative.

- I thought the CIA and the FBI

were playing nice after 9/11.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

Cabrera was on site

to protect classified intel,

which makes me think that those

executives were killed

because of something they had

with them on that plane.

- Let me call the departure

airport and see if they have

a log of everything

that was on board.

- Will.

I think I have something.

Tom Humphrey, Alberto Diaz--

they were the scheduled pilots

for the Alcon flight

this morning.

- Where are they now?

- Dead.

Local PD found them both shot.

And both men's flight

credentials were stolen.

Somebody else was

flying that plane.

- Whoever it was had to have

left that airport somehow.

Get a list of every vehicle

that entered and exited

that property

in the last 24 hours.

And see if Kate can get any

type of security-camera footage

from the surrounding area.

Did you hear back from the FAA?

- Not yet, but we should have

the voice of the actual pilots

on tape by the end of the day.

- Keep me posted.

- Highly organized execution

carried out by trained

assassins posing as pilots?

You ever seen anything

like this before?

- Yeah. Once.

- Keaton.

- What's up, Jacquie?

- The plane's final flight

manifest lists two pilots,

a flight attendant,

and six passengers.

But the original manifest

lists seven passengers.

It was changed

at the last minute.

- Someone else was supposed

to be on that plane.

- Her name is Kathy Hong.

She's a former engineering

professor at MIT

who now does consulting work

for government contractors.

She's currently working

with Alcon International.

- What work does

she do for them?

- Well, neither Alcon

nor the CIA would tell us.

What we know is that Hong

specializes

in large-format

self-sustaining systems.

Huge buildings and complexes

that run solely

on renewable energy.

- Where is she now?

- We don't know.

I think that she's on the run.

In the last 24 hours,

she cleared out all

of her personal bank accounts.

- So she skips a flight and now

she's liquidating her assets?

She's either involved

in the murder,

or she knows that whoever

killed her colleagues

is coming after her next.

- I want her found now.

- Okay.

[suspenseful music]

- I go after Hong,

I want you with me.

- Why?

- She's a contractor

with the CIA.

I go and arrest her,

Cabrera's gonna have

his agency's lawyers

in my office

before I get

the cuffs off of her.

I want to know what Alcon

is doing for the CIA.

I want to know why those seven

people were shot and killed

on that plane,

and I want to find the men

who did it.

.

- I found her.

Our tracking software

places Kathy Hong's cell phone

at 645 West 24th Street

in Manhattan.

It looks like the address

for an art auction house.

[suspenseful music]

[handcuffs click]

- Odd choice to come

to an art auction

after six of your coworkers

have been murdered.

You think she's meeting

someone here?

- Well, it's either that,

or she's selling off assets.

Hong closed all

her bank accounts yesterday.

- I almost didn't

recognize you.

- That's kind of the point.

- All right,

when we get inside,

don't just focus

on finding Hong.

Take in the room.

Take in the patrons.

This is a new environment

for us. We're on our own.

Bragg, why don't you

case the exits,

make sure she doesn't

try to flee?

- Yeah, you got it.

- Is there gonna be

a problem here?

- I don't know.

But we're in it together,

right?

- We will start the bidding

with this unique piece

at $22,250.

22,250 here.

Looking for 25,000.

25,000 in the back.

I have 30,000.

I have 35,000 right here

on the phone line.

- Here you are, sir.

- Thank you.

I have 40,000 here.

45,000, looking at $50,000,

$60,000, $70,000.

I have $70,000 on the floor...

- I don't see her.

Why don't I take the north

side, you take the south?

- No. No, that's not how

it's gonna work.

- $85,000.

- Bragg, Pettigrew,

you guys see anything?

- Nothing over here.

- Keaton,

I'm by the north exit.

Nothing here either.

- From the young lady over

here, we have $100,000.

The gentleman there

in the back,

we got the phone lines

at 105,000. 110,000 right here.

$110,000 on the floor.

110,000, sold!

[gavel bangs, applause]

Congratulations.

- There she is.

Looks like she's selling off

her assets to go on the run.

- It doesn't mean she's not

gonna be meeting someone else.

Got eyes on Hong.

She's at the auction floor--

the sellers' table.

[suspenseful music]

- Do you see those

two men with her?

[indistinct chatter]

- She has two bodyguards

with her.

Dark jackets.

- Got 'em.

- Me too.

What are we doing, Keaton?

- Hold your positions.

She's making a move.

[auctioneer speaking

indistinctly]

- And you're sold!

[gavel bangs, applause]

- Looks like she's going

into the bathroom.

- I'll go.

- No, no, wait. No, wait.

- This is our chance.

We might not get another one.

- Pettigrew, I need you

over here right now.

- On my way.

- I'm gonna send Pettigrew

in with you.

- I'm not gonna be able to get

information out of Hong

with a chaperone there.

She won't be

in there long, Keaton.

- All right,

go ahead and do it.

- Are there any

earlier flights?

You're sure?

[door closes]

I'll call you right back.

- Take the SIM card

out of your cell phone

and flush it down

the toilet now.

- Excuse me?

- You heard what I said.

Do it now.

- Who are you?

- I'm Emma Clarke.

I'm a security liaison

for Alcon International.

Six of your colleagues

were murdered today.

We have reason to believe

that your life is in danger.

Take the SIM card

out of your cell phone

and flush it down the toilet.

If I can track you by using it,

they can, too.

[toilet flushing]

Good.

Is there somewhere else

we can talk?

- I think so, yes.

[laughter in the distance]

The antiquities room.

- Lead the way.

I know you're scared and you

don't know who to trust,

and I'm sorry I don't

have time to walk you

through this right now.

If you want my help,

lead on.

If not, good luck on your own.

- Just tell me

I can talk to Ahman.

He's my contact at Alcon.

- Get us out of here,

and I'll call him myself.

- Okay.

[auctioneer speaking

indistinctly]

- Shepherd and Hong

are exiting the bathroom.

- What's our plan here?

- Hang back,

or she'll see us.

But do not take your eyes

off of her or Shepherd.

- They're walking towards

the west side of the building.

- Need a vantage point

inside that room.

- I got them.

- Why were six

executives killed?

- Not here.

This way.

- Bragg, do you have them

in sight?

- No, I just lost them.

- Wait there.

I'm headed your way.

- I think Hong's guard's

slipping out the back.

- That's it.

I'm going in after them.

Shepherd and Hong are gone.

There's an exit on the north

side of the building.

Get outside now.

Anything?

- No, nothing.

- I don't have them.

.

[suspenseful music]

- [sighs]

- Who are you?

What do you want from me?

- I'm with Alcon Securities.

- No, there is no one

at Alcon named Ahman.

You're lying to me.

Now answer the question.

Who are you?

- They couldn't have

gone too far.

You guys split up

and keep at it.

Kate, I need you to run a trace

on Shepherd's GPS transmitter.

- On it.

- Answer the question.

Who are you?

- I'm Erica Shepherd.

- You're supposed

to be in prison.

- I'm cooperating with the FBI.

They're here with me.

You should put the gun down.

- Keep it on her.

Someone just killed

every passenger

on a plane

I was supposed to be on.

I am not trusting anyone,

especially not you.

- Who killed those executives?

- I have no idea.

- You were supposed

to be on that plane.

Something scared you.

What was it?

[gunshots]

- I'm on 27th and 9th.

I just heard some gunshots

on the northeast corner.

- Let me ask you this again.

Why weren't you

on that plane?

- I came home last night.

Someone ransacked my apartment.

- What were they looking for?

- A laptop, I think.

- What was on it?

Your work?

- Yes.

Designs for a sustainable

dormitory.

- Where?

- I don't know.

That information

was silo'd off.

- It wasn't at your apartment,

was it?

- No. It was on the plane

with the executives.

- You listen to me carefully.

The people that

are looking for you--

they don't like loose ends.

They are gonna come after you

until you are dead.

- Drop the gun!

- Okay.

- Now!

- Okay, I'm putting it down.

[gun cocks]

- Don't move!

Put the gun down right now.

Put it down.

Back up.

- Go.

- I got Shepherd and Hong

in the alley off of 8th Ave.

Send the cars in.

Agents from

the New York Bureau,

they're questioning Hong.

But I think she told us

everything she knows.

- How could the designs

for a sustainable dormitory

be worth the lives

of seven innocent people?

- They wouldn't.

Unless...

the dorm was actually

a CIA black site.

Alcon was under contract

with the CIA.

I bet you they were hired

to build

a secret detention center

at Sierra Maestra.

- That makes sense.

That puts Tal behind it.

He should have just pulled

the trigger himself.

- And that jet

that Laine was on--

it crashed into the mountain.

Everybody on board was killed,

including those Tal operatives.

I knew there were similarities,

but I didn't think

they were connected.

- Well, now we know

why they were killed.

We know Tal was behind it.

We just have to find

the man who did it.

[phones ringing]

- The air traffic control

recording came in.

We have the assassin's voice.

- Tower, this is Gulfstream

Four Tango Alpha,

ready for takeoff

on runway 2-1.

- You can turn it--

- [shushes]

- Four Tango Alpha, you're

clear for takeoff, runway 2-1.

- Copy. Cleared for takeoff,

runway 2-1,

Gulfstream Four Tango Alpha.

Thank you, tower.

[recording clicks off]

- What is it?

- Play this one.

- Tower, this is Falcon Kilo

Papa Niner,

ready for takeoff,

runway 0-4.

- Kilo Papa Niner,

you're clear for takeoff,

runway 0-4.

- Cleared for takeoff

runway 0-4,

Falcon Kilo Papa Niner.

Thank you, tower.

- That's the recording

from the flight

that Laine was on, isn't it?

- Play the new one again.

- Tower, this is Gulfstream

Four Tango Alpha,

ready for takeoff

on runway 2-1.

- The old one.

- Tower, this is

Falcon Kilo Papa Niner,

ready for takeoff,

runway 0-4.

- Same tone.

Same cadence.

- Those aren't

two different pilots.

The man that shot seven people

yesterday is the same man

that murdered a flight full of

CIA operatives three years ago.

Laine's killer's still alive.

.

[dramatic music]

- This makes no sense.

Laine's killer was on

the plane when it crashed.

No one survived.

- Yeah, well, he did.

Somehow, someway,

he got off that plane.

- He had to have parachuted

before impact.

That's the only explanation.

- All this time.

All this time he's been

walking around the streets.

- Don't do that. There's no way

you could've known.

- No, I should've known.

I want witnesses.

I want the biometrics.

I want a physical description

from yesterday's attack.

I need to know who he is.

- I can give you his name.

- What?

- After Laine's death,

the CIA was running

their own investigation on Tal.

Her killer's name

was caught on chatter

between associates of his.

I never mentioned it

because the name alone

never led anywhere

and he was presumed dead.

- What's his name?

- Alexander Chigorin.

- Anna Cruz said that name

to me before she died.

I asked you about it.

You lied to my face.

- I believe Anna Cruz gave you

that name to hurt you

and to send you on a path

looking for a dead man.

- And you didn't want

to do that, now, did you?

- No, I wanted you

to focus on Tal!

[sighs]

- Kate, escort Shepherd

back to her holding cell.

- Of course.

[indistinct chatter]

[door closes]

- He's alive.

He's still alive,

and he's killing people.

- I'm sorry, Will.

I can't imagine what

you must be going through.

- Yeah, well,

I need to find him.

- We will.

We will.

You know, I've, uh--

I've never liked the idea

of working with Shepherd,

but this is Laine's killer

we're talking about.

You sure you don't want to use

her to help us find Chigorin?

- No. No.

Not this time.

- Understood.

- Daniel.

Bring up Carla Mendoza.

I want to talk to her.

[fist pounds on table]

[door opens]

[door closes]

- Alexander Chigorin--

I need to know where

to find him.

- I don't know who

you're talking about.

- Don't lie to me.

We know he's alive.

I know you both worked

for Tal from the beginning.

Where is he?

Are you gonna answer me?

- You're wasting your time.

You can't stop him.

- Stop him from what?

He's planning something else,

isn't he?

What is it?

Another attack?

What is he planning, Carla?

- You got a visitor.

- Send her in.

- It's not your daughter.

It's your ex-husband.

- Keaton allowed that?

- He threatened to come back

with his lawyer.

[door closes]

- Uh...

How long did you think

you could get away with this?

- Christopher, listen--

- How long?

- She's my daughter.

- No, she isn't.

She hasn't been your daughter

for the last three years.

- Don't say that.

- She said she was seeing

a math tutor.

She lied to me because of you.

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry?

For the last month, Hannah

has been sneaking out here.

She has to take two buses

and walk half a mile

to get here.

Did you know that?

Sometimes she doesn't come

home until after dark

A 15-year-old girl walking

alone in D.C. at night.

What kind of mother

would let her child do that?

- I had to see her.

[scoffs]

- Well...

I can't let that

happen anymore.

- Oh, Christopher,

please don't do that.

Please don't punish Hannah

because you hate me.

- You think that's why

I'm here--to punish you?

This isn't about you.

This is about my daughter.

When you left,

you destroyed her.

But you don't talk about that.

You don't talk about how

she couldn't eat for days,

how she didn't leave her room,

How she missed so much school,

she had to take summer classes.

Did you know that?

- No.

- No, of course you didn't,

because you

weren't there, Erica.

I was.

- [cries]

- Look...

after you left,

it took months

to get my child back.

And I know

you love her. I do.

But I cannot let

you hurt her again.

- [crying]

[door opens]

[sobs softly]

[door creaks, closes]

- Will.

I've got something.

Alexander Chigorin's

in his 30s.

He's former Chechen

Special Forces.

He was recruited by Tal

as a teenager,

and he's one of Tal's

most senior lieutenants.

I reviewed the security footage

within a five-block radius

of the airfield where

his plane landed.

And I found this.

[suspenseful music]

[beeps]

That's Chigorin.

This was yesterday morning

at 9:07 a.m.

This is a block away

from the airfield

It must have been as soon

as they left the plane.

- Where is he?

- I pulled

the license plate number

from the footage,

and I'm running a search now.

[tires screeching]

- Chigorin's vehicle

was tracked to this address,

known to law enforcement

as the Underground Russian

Social Club.

The mission is

to extract him alive

and as quickly as possible,

but it's not gonna be easy.

They're gonna be armed

and extremely dangerous.

The longer our presence

can go undetected,

the better.

Let's move.

[indistinct chatter]

[pop music playing]

- You said this would take

a few hours.

- The CAD files are larger

than I thought.

I have to upload them

one at a time.

[dramatic music]

- Guard.

I need to speak

with Agent Keaton.

- He's not here.

- Okay, Agent Zain.

Anyone in Counterintel.

It's really important.

- They're all out.

- Where?

- Prove you want

to work for him,

or there will be consequences.

- What is it?

- It's Shepherd.

I have an urgent

message for Tal.

FBI knows where Chigorin is.

He should get him out.

Warn him now.

.

[suspenseful music]

- Aah!

[grunts]

[handcuffs clicking]

- [groans]

[indistinct chatter]

[door thuds open]

- FBI!

Nobody move!

- Don't do it!

[pop music playing]

- Almost done.

[pop music playing

in the distance]

[cell phone vibrates]

- Give me the laptop.

- What?

- FBI's coming.

Give me the laptop, now!

[music continues

in the distance]

- FBI! Hands up!

Hands up!

- Get down on the ground!

I said get on the ground!

- On the ground!

- Get down, get down!

- All clear.

[man shouts]

- Got him.

[suspenseful music]

[object clatters]

[horn blares]

[dog barking]

[dog barking]

[dog barking]

[tires screech]

[woman screams]

[gunshots]

- Come on, go!

[engine revving,

tires squealing]

[dramatic music]

[water running]

- You okay?

- He was in my hands.

I let him get away.

- Come on.

I want to show you something.

- What are these?

- Detailed schematics

of the facility

Kathy Hong helped

design for Alcon.

These were on the laptop

Chigorin was carrying.

This building is completely

self-sustained.

There is no need

for external power or water.

- Perfect if you want

a location off the grid.

- Exactly.

This is Sierra Maestra, Will.

It has to be.

That's why Tal wanted

this laptop.

- He was planning

something there.

Question is, what?

- I miss her.

I miss her every day.

- So do I.

- When I heard that voice,

it was like I was right

back there the day she died.

I thought it would somehow

feel different

after all these years.

Uh, but it doesn't.

Does it?

- No.

- Well, I know you don't like

to talk about it,

but if you want to,

I'm here.

- Maybe some other time.

[door opens]

[door closes]

- Where were you?

- New York.

- Chigorin?

Did you get him?

- No.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for everything.

- If there's anything else

that you're keeping from me,

I need to know it now.

- No...

I've hurt you enough.

- The day that Anna Cruz

was killed,

Tal called me

on her cell phone...

said he knew what Laine said

before she died.

- He was just trying

to get into your head.

- Maybe.

Maybe he was telling the truth.

Maybe Chigorin told him exactly

what happened on that plane.

But I have to know.

- The CIA said

that the black box...

on Laine's plane

was destroyed in the crash?

- Yeah.

Why?

- Flight recorders

are designed to withstand

the most severe impact.

And I know

from first-hand experience

that the CIA has lied

about black boxes before.

- Does it exist?

- Agent Keaton, it's late.

I really don't want to argue

about a black box

that was destroyed

three years ago.

- Does it exist?

I need to hear it, and I need

to hear it right now.

Or I'm launching a public

investigation as to why

Tal operatives are being held

in a CIA black site in Cuba.

I need to hear it.

- It's all set up.

Just press "play."

[button clicks, hissing]

- Traffic, this is

Falcon Kilo Papa Niner

leveling off at cruising

altitude, 32,000 feet.

- Roger that, aviation.

Falcon Kilo Papa Niner.

- No! No!

[gunshot]

[door opens, people shouting]

[gunshots, screaming]

[gunshots]

[indistinct shouting]

[gunshots]

[people screaming]

[plane engine whirring loudly]

[plane alarm beeping]

- Terrain ahead.

Pull up.

Terrain ahead.

Pull up.

Terrain ahead.

Pull up.

Terrain ahead.

Pull up.

Pull up. Pull up.

[woman screaming]

[hissing]

[button clicks]

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

- Tal.

- It's good to see you,

my friend.

You're hurt?

- Nothing serious.

- Good, good.

I need you healthy.

We have so much work

still to do.

- Thank you...

for warning me about the FBI.

- That wasn't me.

It was Shepherd.

You're surprised?

- She's not who

I thought she was.

- No one ever is.

I believe...

it is time

to bring her in.

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