All language subtitles for FBI s02e12_English

- Thank you.
- Thank you, have a great day.

[indistinct chatter]

- [gasps]
- Move.

[suspenseful music]

[gunshots, screams]

- Eyes down and hands
where we can see 'em!

Hey! You don't wanna
do that, kid.

[men speaking Russian]

- Let's go.
Bring them over here.

Come on.
Go, go, move!

It's very simple, people.
You look up, you get shot.

[panicked yelps]

Give me your keys.

- Whatever you want.
Please, just don't hurt anyone.

- No one's getting hurt unless
someone trips an alarm.

If that happens, I will shoot
every last one of you.

Are we clear?
- Yes.

- Are we clear?
- Yes!

- On the ground.

♪

[tense music]

[car alarm beeps]

- Okay, yeah.

[soft dramatic music]

God.
Come on, come on.

[sobs]

♪

- Here, some coffee.
- Oh, thank you.

- Welcome.

- Hey, you.

- Hey.

- Hey, here she is.

[applause]

Careful, she's still
in the healing phase.

- I'm fine.
- Okay.

- I'm fine.

Hey.
- How are you?

- I'm good.
- You sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Hi, I'm Emily.

Heard a lot of great stuff
about you.

- She's working with me till
you get back out in the field.

- Oh, great.
Welcome aboard.

- Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Great to have you back.
- Ah, thank you.

- Your body can rest, but on
this one we need your brain.

- Yeah, come on in, folks.

I need your full attention
on this.

The First National Trust
was just invaded.

And, no, I did not misspeak.

I say invaded
because it looks like

nothing was actually taken,
so it's our job to find out

who did this and why.

Get settled in.

Kelly, hook up with NYPD,

start pulling video footage
from local businesses.

- On it.

- Maggie, OA,
you two head over to the scene

and liaise with NYPD.

- All right,
I'll be right there.

- Yeah.

- Hey, you.
- Hey.

- How you feeling?
- I'm good.

I'm good, my doctor
says I'm a fast healer.

Should be ready to be
in the field in a few weeks.

- Oh, wha--yeah.
A few weeks?

Just maybe seems a little soon?

- It isn't.
I mean, not for me.

I wanna be back out there.

- Okay, good.
I'm glad you're back.

- [sighs]

- The four of them were in
and out within three minutes.

- Any workable identifiers
on the suspects?

You know, arm or neck tattoos?

- Gloves and ski masks.

All looked about the same
height and build.

- What about outside?
Did anyone see them arrive?

- We got a few wits so far,
but they all have

the same limited description
as the folks in here.

A brown sedan with no plates.

- Okay, and they didn't
take anything

from the customers or tellers?

- Not that we could tell,
but the English speaking one

took the manager's keys
and went

into the safe deposit box room.

- English speaking one?

- One of the tellers
is Russian.

- She said a couple of them
were speaking Russian

with a Chechen accent
to each other.

- Good to know.
- Yeah.

- What'd the guy take from
the safe deposit box room?

- We're not so sure.

He disabled the camera
with spray paint,

so it's unknown
if he accessed any boxes.

- Okay, he leave the paint can?

- No such luck.

- Doesn't it take two keys
to unlock a safe deposit box?

- Yeah, so if he got into one,

he'd have needed
a second key.

- Okay, thank you.

[soft dramatic music]

- Two of them spoke Chechen.

Their focus was
that safe deposit box room.

- Yeah, this list of box owners
isn't showing

any Chechen or Russian names.

- Well, keep digging.
These guys were well prepared.

I'm not buying they left there

without taking
what they came for.

- You know, the fact that they
did so much pre-planning

might work to our advantage.
- Why's that?

- Well, it means they did
a lot of recon, right?

- It's a good point.

Hey, Kelly, you get that
street footage from NYPD?

- Yes, we're scouring through
a week's worth.

- Well, mine it for repetition,
same cars wiping through frame,

same faces walking by.

- And prioritize the ID

of anyone who looks
directly at the camera.

- Anything?
- Yeah.

Techs got a print of the AR-15
casings found at the bank.

- Great.
Check it out, we got a print.

- Paul Chambers,
retired military.

Did two tours in Iraq.

- Didn't the witnesses say
these guys moved

and held their weapons
in a military-like fashion?

- Bring him in.
- He's already here.

NYPD picked him up for us.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Mind telling me
what this is about?

- Bank robbery.

- What bank robbery?

What are you talking about?

- Your print was taken
from this expended AR-15 casing

at the scene of a bank robbery.

- So what?
Doesn't mean I was there.

I do reloads out of my garage
to subsidize my income.

You'll find my print
on 1,000 cartridges.

- You speak any Chechen?

- No.

It's not
on my bucket list, either.

Look, I'm a veteran.

I fought for this country,
and I obey its laws,

so I'm offended if you think
I'm some type of foreign asset.

- Okay, then can you prove
where you were this morning?

[leg clanks]

I was at the VA,
getting a new one of these.

[soft dramatic music]

- Any chance you keep records
of the ammunition you sell?

- Yeah, I'm very thorough
about that stuff.

I have cameras that capture
all the transactions.

- We'll need that footage.
- Not a problem.

- Isobel.

- Okay, where we at?

- 13 people purchased
AR-15 rounds from Chambers.

All paid in credit card
with the exception of this man.

He used a fake ID, but we
managed to pull a screen grab

of him from the security
footage Chambers supplied.

Ran it through facial rec
and got a match on Frank Ryan.

- Does he have any priors?

- Did a year at Rikers for
assault with a deadly weapon.

- Do we have an address on him?

- Parole officer says
that Ryan's been living

in a room
above his buddy's metal shop.

He's authorized a hold
when we pick Ryan up.

- What's the parole officer's
temperature on this?

- He said Ryan's a violent guy
who won't go easy.

- Okay, get that address
over to Maggie and OA.

Let's not take
any chances on this.

I want SWAT taking him down.
- Yes, ma'am.

[foreboding music]

♪

- [whispering] Go.

- Stand by.

- [mutters indistinctly]

- Hit it.

[heavy blast]

- FBI!

Clear.

- [whispers]
On me. Hold.

[gunshots]
- Cover this!

- We have shots fired.
Engaging.

- Go, go.

Leader team,
weapon hot!

- Down, down!

- Run the walls!

- Where, where?
You got him?

- Yo, Sam-12, hold the stairs!

- [grunts]

- Under that!

- There, you see him?

- [grunts]

- Check the wall.
D, check the wall!

- Hold shot!
Flanking!

- Frank Ryan.
It's Agent Bell.

Put your weapon down
and step out!

Otherwise you're gonna end up

on the ground
with your friends.

What's it gonna be?

- I give up.

I give up.
Don't shoot.

- All right,
start perimeter check.

- Turn around.

On your knees,
hands behind your back.

- 295 [indistinct]
on the West Side.

Stand by.
Two suspects down.

- You've been
a busy guy, Frank.

Hm?

First a bank robbery,

now attempted murder
on federal agents.

[indistinct chatter]

Sit down.

- So the hole
they're gonna throw you in

doesn't really get
that much deeper.

- Yeah, I get it.

- So why don't you help us
do the math then?

You plus your two dead friends
makes three,

So who's the fourth player?

- Why should I tell you that?
Hm?

You gonna cut me a deal?

- That depends
on what you tell us.

- His name's Adam,
but I have no idea where he is.

We just reconnected last week.

We knew the guy from being
special ops in Syria.

Worked some security detail
stuff with him.

- So your two friends
were mercenaries as well?

- Yeah, cut their teeth
in the Chechen conflict.

- So why would you rob a bank
and not take any money?

- Adam needed something
out of a safety deposit box.

Wouldn't tell us what it was.

- How do we find Adam now?

Where's he staying?
Hotel, apartment?

- I honestly don't know.

- See, Frank,
if you don't help us,

then why would we help you?

- Night before the bank job,
Adam asked me to pick him up

on a street corner
and drive him to a building.

A lot of foot traffic
in the place, so I was lookout

in the hallway while he picked
the lock and went inside.

- What'd he steal?
- Not sure.

But he was in there
for a while.

- Okay, well, do you know
the address of this condo?

[soft dramatic music]

- FBI.

Clear.
- Clear.

Well, Adam was definitely
searching for something.

- Whoa.

I'm gonna get Kristen to run
the owner

of this place,
Dave Johnson.

- She's doing pretty good

considering everything
she's been through.

- Yeah.

You know, she wants to get back
in the field in three weeks.

- Really?
- Yep.

Jumping into work doesn't make
the trauma go away.

Whoa.
This can't be a coincidence.

Johnson banked
at First National Trust.

Same bank as the robbery.

- I bet he has
a safe deposit box there too.

♪

- Dave Johnson has had
a safe deposit box

at First National Trust
for the last three years.

- Okay, so given that
the robbery team hit his house,

let's assume his box
was the target.

Question is why.

- I don't know.

I've been running him,
and he seems pretty boring.

- Yeah?
- Not even a speeding ticket.

He works
as a financial advisor,

and he died
less than a week ago

of a heart attack
at his office.

- Maggie said the neighbor
mentioned family.

Any shifty cousins named Adam?

- Mm, he has a sister out west
but no Adams that I could find.

- So whatever was in
Johnson's safe deposit box

would have been turned over
to his sister,

which is why Adam needed
to get into it first.

- But did he get it,
or is it still in the box?

- Only one way to find out.

- I'll need a copy
of the contents you seize

for our records.
- Yeah, of course.

But we've got a suspicion
that it might be empty.

[soft dramatic music]

- Definitely not empty.

♪

- There's at least
40 grand in cash here.

- Means if Adam got access,

whatever he took
was more valuable.

- This passport is a forgery.

It's a good one
but definitely fake.

It's got Johnson's picture,

but he's using
a different name.

- Any travel stamps?

- Yeah, a bunch,
all to the Caymans.

- Well, that makes sense.

These look like
foreign bank account numbers--

passwords included, which means
they'll be easy to track.

So maybe Johnson was doing
a little money laundering.

- Hm.

And since this was torn open,
whatever Adam took

was probably kept inside it.

♪

- Hey, Kelly, where are we
on those account numbers?

- We came up dry.

They were all closed out
two days ago.

Cayman bank
is refusing to cooperate

because of
confidentiality issues.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

- Got something.
- What's that?

Who is that?

- That's our
fourth bank robber,

Ryan's mysterious friend, Adam.

- Yo, yo, people, check it out,
our fourth bank robber.

How'd you run him down?

- Remember Ryan said he gave
Adam a ride to Johnson's condo?

- Yeah.

- Had his car dusted
for prints.

Pulled a clean one off
the passenger side door handle.

Okay, so this guy's full name
is Adam Mizrah.

He's 40 years old,
and our records indicate

he is ex-Mossad.

I've been tracking
his credit cards.

He's had a rental car
for about a week,

and he just booked
a flight to Tel Aviv.

It's scheduled to leave JFK
in less than two hours.

- Okay, get Maggie and OA
that information.

Have them intercept him
before he gets on that plane.

- Already done.

[dramatic music]

♪

- We're gonna be late. Come on.
- All right.

- FBI.
Let me see your hands.

- Sure, is there a problem?

- Yes, we'd like to ask
you some questions.

On him!

[suspenseful music]

- Stop!

♪

- [grunts]

- [grunts]

- Ah.

- Get down!
Hands behind your back.

- You recognize anyone?

- Nope.

- Two out of these
three people are dead,

but not Frank Ryan.

He just identified you
in a photo lineup.

- He said you were
a ringleader of sorts.

[door buzzes open]

- What's up?

- Yeah, this is
Agent Dawson, NSA.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- What's the NSA's interest
in this?

- We have a sealed indictment
on Adam Mizrah.

- For what?

- A data breach in one of
our Damascus operations.

- Espionage?
- Yeah.

One that resulted in a dozen of
our local assets being killed.

- So you're taking our suspect.

- No, no, the reason
the indictment

is sealed is because not all of
the players have been ID'd yet,

and we're not ready
to make an arrest.

- Okay, so why were we pulled
out of the interview?

- 'Cause I know Mizrah.

He won't speak unless you have
leverage on him.

Our indictment gives you that.

- So I tell you about this,

and the Damascus thing
goes away?

- If you cooperate fully
and plead guilty

to the bank robbery,
yeah.

- You'll get ten years max.

- Ten years?

- Espionage that results in
people getting killed

has a lot longer tail
than that, Adam.

[tense music]

♪

- Okay, so I was hired
to rob a bank, and I did.

Now what?

- Now you tell us
who hired you to rob it.

- It was a guy who needed me
to recover a memory stick

from his buddy's
safe deposit box.

- So what was on the stick
that was so important?

- I don't know,
and I didn't want to.

- Okay, what is the name
of the guy who hired you?

♪

- Sentinel.

A hacker.

I've done stuff for him
in the past...

Like the Damascus job.

- How do we find him?

- Never met him face to face.

He sent me instructions
from burners.

- Okay, where's
the memory stick?

- [sighs]

I dropped it
in a trash can

outside the Museum
of Natural History

about three hours ago.

♪

- [knocks]
Hey.

- Hey.

- Okay,
so Sentinel's a big deal?

- Very big.

He's a world class hacker
who steals

highly classified information
then sells it back

to the people he stole it from.

- Mm-kay.
What kind of information?

- According to his file,
anything of value.

Nuclear facility blueprints,

lists of detained
political prisoners--

if it is
sensitive and important,

he will steal it.

And, as you can imagine,
if all of those stolen secrets

are on that stick, it is
of interest to us and the NSA.

- What is he, some kind
of truth crusader?

- No, no,
he's a shameless capitalist.

Does everything for money.

Those assets in Damascus
died because he sold

their identities
to the other side.

- But you're the NSA.

Why haven't you
tracked him down before now?

- Two reasons.

One, he's good
at staying off-grid.

Two, we're not really looking.

- What?
Why?

- He's made it clear
to everyone he's ever extorted

that if he were
captured or killed,

the information
that he had stolen

would immediately
be made public.

Dead man's switch.
- The memory stick.

- Yeah, he said
the second he was killed

or arrested, his proxy,
this guy Johnson,

would release
all the information.

We didn't want to incur
that kind of risk.

- We?
What are you talking about?

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- This information
cannot leave this room.

Six months ago,
Sentinel hacked the mainframe

of this field office,
and we quietly paid him

$2 million
to keep his mouth shut.

- What'd he get?

- The names of every
confidential informant

we have ever used.

So we don't just have to
find Sentinel.

The lives of these informants
and their families

are at risk if we don't get
the stick back as well.

- Kelly, we pull the footage
from the museum security feed?

- Yes, we got it queued up
to the moment

where Mizrah makes the drop.

Okay, he places it
in the trash can.

- Can you punch in?

- And there's the mystery man
picking it up.

- All right, play it back,
freeze on his face.

- Hey, Jubal?
- Yeah.

- Already ran facial rec.
We got a hit.

- Great.

- This guy's name
is James Leavins.

He's 38.

He works at a software company
in Brooklyn.

- Uh-huh.
Take a look!

- Hey, I've been taking
a look at his bio.

- Hm?

- No criminal record,
but apparently

he graduated top of his class
at MIT.

- All right, kids,
to steal a phrase

from our computer geek friends,

Sentinel just made
a fatal error.

Let's make him pay.

- James Leavins?

- Yeah.
- We need to speak with you.

- Sure.
Can we go inside?

- Yeah.

- I'm kind of getting
freaked out here.

Can you tell me
what this is about?

- Where's the memory stick?

Is it on you?

In your office, your car?

- Memory stick?

Wait, wait, what's this?

- This is you doing
a little dumpster diving.

- But that's not me.

- Well, we know
the footage isn't lying.

That is you four hours ago
picking up the memory stick

from the Museum
of Natural History.

- Four hours ago?
- Yeah.

- Oh, thank God, look,
I knew this

had to be a misunderstanding.

I was just at
a client presentation.

I flew in from Boston less than
half an hour ago.

So whoever that is,
it isn't me.

Check for yourself.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- Any other hits
on facial rec?

- No, no matter
how many times I run it,

it comes back to Leavins.

- It doesn't make any sense.

I mean, if it was as simple
as a false positive,

I might buy it,
but the probability

that it would ID a man
who has the exact background

that Sentinel might have--
it defies the odds.

Are we sure that
the boarding pass is legit?

- We confirmed
that he was in the air

at the time of the drop.

- It's impossible for him to be
the man in that video.

- Oh, guys, I think I just
figured out what's going on.

What we've been watching
is a deepfake video.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

I slowed the feed,
and I studied the frames.

I didn't notice
any irregularities

until the suspect turned
directly into the camera.

Look.

You see how the footage
gets a little wonky?

That shows
it's been manipulated,

and only in the facial area.

- Great, so Sentinel accessed
the museum's security footage

and manipulated it.

- Yes, it looks like it.

- Well, if this guy's got
such fancy tech skills,

I guess we're gonna
have to go analog,

boots on the ground.

Grab Emily and Scola,
head down to the museum,

start canvassing for witnesses.

Show people the picture
of that hoodie.

Let's catch this son of a bitch
the old-fashioned way.

- Now the director
is monitoring us,

so let's not disappoint him.

[soft dramatic music]

- He's taking
a personal interest in this?

- Yeah, so failure
is not an option.

- Right.

♪

- Do you recognize that hoodie?
- Mm-mm.

- You walk this route a lot?
- Six days a week.

- Do you remember a guy dressed
in this hoodie?

- Sorry, buddy, I'm wrestling
this bag all the way.

I don't get
to look around much.

- Hey, question for you.
- Yeah.

- See a guy wearing this hoodie
about five hours ago?

- Yeah, I remember him
and that watch.

It's a classic.
- Serious?

- Yeah, well, hard to forget
a weirdo like that.

Comes two, three times a week,

eats the dog
and throws away the bun.

Who does that?

- I--did you see
which way he went?

- Yeah, he walked north.

- Did he get into a cab
or an Uber by any chance?

- Nah, he lives close by.

I'm not sure where but close,
you know?

But am I wrong?
What's a dog without a bun?

- Nah, nah, you're right, yeah.
- I mean, what is it?

That's what I'm saying.

- Okay, so Maggie thinks
they're in his neighborhood,

but they can't figure out
which address.

- Which block?

- Zero hundred block
of West 82nd street.

- Okay, I just finished going
through a GPS record dump

on Johnson's cell phone.

I figured if he was
Sentinel's accountant,

they must have met face to face

at least
once in a while, right?

- There you go.
Anything on 82nd?

- Well, not on 82nd,
but I do show him making

several visits to an address
just north of there.

- Yeah?
- 32 West 84th Street.

It's a brownstone owned by
a guy named Kenneth Bates.

- Kelly, run him.

- Okay.

Kenneth Bates, 40, male, white.

- What does he do
for a living?

- Software engineer,
self-employed.

- [snaps fingers]

- All right,
tell Maggie and OA

to get eyes
on that address right away.

I'll make a phone call and get
a search warrant signed.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Nice work.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

- FBI!

[grunts]
All right, here we go.

- Kenneth Bates, FBI!

- Down!

- Heading up.

Alpha team, get hot.

- Anything?

- Got nothing.
Open space, straight.

Eyes front, guys.

- Top side,
third floor clear.

- Master's clear.

- Front room clear.

- Kitchen's clear.

- Upstairs clear.

- Location is clear.

- It's OA--notify Jubal
that the suspect isn't home.

- Hey, so we
searched the house.

He wasn't there.

- I should have made them
wait for a visual

before making entry.

He's gonna go
to the ground for sure.

- Well, it's not game over yet.

We're still the best team
in the Bureau.

- I know that.

Just keep me in the loop.
I'm gonna update the director.

- Yeah.

Isobel...

This isn't your fault.

- We're the FBI.

We always get our man,
and if we don't,

the man upstairs points
to the man downstairs,

or in this case the woman.

[indistinct chatter]

- Looks like he left hungry
and in a hurry.

- I checked the bedroom.

No sign of bags being packed
or drawers being emptied.

- Okay, all right, a BOLO
has been sent out

to all airports,
train stations, and bus depots.

The only way this guy's
gonna get out of town

is by car or on foot.

- Okay,
let's keep searching, okay?

Maybe we'll get lucky, and he
left the memory stick behind.

[dishwasher beeps]

- Um, how long was SWAT
sitting on this house

before we hit the door?

- Hm, about 20, 30 minutes?

- Well, the dishwasher
was running a 20 minute cycle.

- Does it have
a timer function?

- No, it has to be
set manually.

[soft dramatic music]

- Guys, Bates might
still be in this house.

- Question is where.

[dog barks]
- Find him, boy.

[dramatic music]

[dog barking]

♪

- That's not drywall.
That's metal.

- We're in.

- FBI!
Come out with your hands up!

♪

- Well, let's hope
he wasn't lying to Mizrah

when he said this was
one of a kind.

- If there was more,

he could've just had
Mizrah destroy it.

I think the fact
that he wanted it back

means that's the only one.

- Yeah, well,
I'm gonna hand this

to the director personally.

So this is
the infamous Sentinel.

- Yep.

- Would either of you
care to tell me

exactly what it is
I'm being

[breathy laugh]
charged with?

- What aren't you
being charged with?

- Yeah, we've got bank robbery,
espionage, blackmail.

I mean, do I really need
to go down the list?

- Well, what if I were to tell
the two of you--

uh, what was it now?

Oh, yes.

There exists a bomb

in the New York Stock Exchange,
which you might have heard of,

and it's all set to go off
tomorrow morning, I believe,

right at the bell.

- Give it up, Bates.

You don't have
a card to play here.

You're not walking
away from this.

- Look at you
all proud and confident.

Listen, um, Agent Bell, right?

Would you do me a favor,
please?

Don't feel bad, okay?

Because the truth is,
you're not the first person

who has underestimated me.

- Is that right?

- Yes, that is right.

I'm pretty much
a magician with algorithms,

and I know how to penetrate
firewalls in a far more...

magnificent way
than you can ever imagine,

and, because of this,
two days ago I got a hit

on some North Korean chatter
I was monitoring.

- Excuse me, OA, do you smell
that desperation in the air?

- I do.
It's pretty thick.

- I discovered
that an operative

has spent the last four weeks
sneaking each component

of this bomb onto
the traders floor of the NYSE

and now, ooh, by golly,
if it isn't assembled

and pretty much ready to...

[whispers]
Blow.

[exhales]

- Bombs, North Koreans,
operatives,

the New York City
Stock exchange, really?

- It does sound a bit humorous,
however I just--

I don't believe
that this particular bomb

will be too terribly--um,
what's the word?

Funny.

I mean, after all,
hundreds will be killed,

and the world's economy
will be decimated.

And, by the way,
when the world finds out

that I told the mighty FBI
all about this bomb,

you two...

will be held responsible.

- He's bluffing
and doing a bad job of it.

- No, he's not known
for bluffing.

- Run along, have
a little chat with the NSA

because I promise you
they will confirm

that they have been hearing
a lot of chatter

coming from
the North Koreans lately.

Please.

- Prove it.

- I happen to have a King Air
parked over at Teterboro,

and guess what.

As soon as I'm safely
in the air,

I will be
more than pleased

to relay the exact location
of the bomb.

- You think that we're
gonna let you fly out of here

on your plane behind
that fantastical claim?

- Somebody above you is
taking me very, very seriously,

so I would much prefer
to talk to her.

Yeah, you guys might
wanna wake up.

I told you I know...

everything.

Isobel Castille?

- Yes, that is her name.
Well done.

- Yeah.

- But she's not taking
you seriously enough

to agree
without some more facts,

so what's it gonna be?

- You know, I got
a funny feeling she will,

and I got
an even funnier feeling

that I'm done talking
to the two of you.

Oh, Isobel, would you be
so kind as to join us?

I know you're watching.

[ominous music]

♪

Ta-da.

- Have we met?

- No, I just do my homework
like a good boy.

So, Isobel, here's how
this is gonna go.

When I am in the air and only
when I'm safely in the air,

then you'll get all
the information you need.

- If you're telling the truth,
then you're a free man,

so why do you need
to get in the air?

- Well, Isobel, because thanks
so much to all of you guys,

everyone knows
I'm Sentinel now,

and guess what.

If I don't hide now,
then I will very quickly end up

well within
the territory of dead.

Thank you so very much.

- If we release him,
and it is a lie,

we look like fools.

- I can't play liar's poker

with hundreds of lives
on the line.

- Even if there is a 99.9%
chance that he is bluffing?

- Look, I have seen a situation
like this before.

Alabama, 2012.

- Oh, the white supremacist
bombing at the Baptist church.

- Just like this,
the chief of police

thought the threat was a hoax,
and they never notified us.

- I remember.
I remember.

You were on that response team.

- Yeah.

We recovered the remains
of nine dead parishioners

from that church,
including three children.

I can still picture the sight.

Bodies of children
being carried out.

So unless a bomb dog alerts
before the exchange opens,

Kenneth Bates
is getting on that plane.

- At least run it
by the director.

See where he stands.

- I did.
He said it was my call.

He doesn't want
his fingerprints on this.

Look, he knows
it can end very badly

no matter what choice I make.

[dramatic music]

♪

- We've got a logistical
nightmare

if we have to evacuate this
place before the bell goes off.

- Yeah, go for Maggie.

- Are they running the dogs?

- Yes, no hits yet.

[indistinct chatter]

- Tell Jubal
to put him on that plane.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Yeah, I think you're gonna
have to run it

through that database again,
all right?

- Jubal.
- Yeah?

- It's time.

Isobel wants to put Sentinel
on the plane.

- For God's sake,
he's bluffing.

- She's our boss.

It's not our job
to second guess her.

- Yeah, I know.

But it is our job
to protect her.

Know what?
Grab his personal effects.

Meet me in the JOC.

- Okay.

Yeah.

[door shuts]

- Why, thank you.

- Mm, don't mention it.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- Did you really think
we'd believe you?

- I don't bluff.

And by the way...

Ticktock, time's a wasting.

Teterboro--it's, like,
an hour away, right?

So, let's see.
That means you only have...

[ominous music]

♪

- Is there a problem?

- [laughs]
What is this?

This is--this is a joke, right?

- No, no, it's 9:29.

I thought we could watch
the opening bell together.

You did say the bomb
would go off

right when it rang, right?

- Well, what we consider
are surefire bets these days--

well, common knowledge used to
be the tech and energy sectors

but some market analysts
caution

that these areas are too
rapidly evolving

to effectively work
as our so-called "safe bets."

The volatility across
global markets...

- This is a live feed.

We've got a front row seat.

- The anticipation
is killing me.

How 'bout you?

- [breathy laugh]

- ...401K, an IRA,
or other standard investment.

One tech expert was recently
quoted saying

that she thought cell phones
might be a thing of the past.

in the next couple of decades.

- [breathes shakily]

[bell ringing]

- [laughs quietly]

- Well, what do you know.

Looks like the only thing
that blew up is your story.

- You miss...

100% of the shots
you don't take, right?

You gotta admit that was--that
was a pretty good shot, right?

I came pretty close, didn't I?

[chuckles]

- Well, I wouldn't be
too hard on yourself.

You were kind of ahead
of your skis on this one

the whole time, weren't you?

- [laughs nervously]

- Hey, so we just confirmed

Bates was lying.

There is no bomb.

- How?

- He just watched
the opening bell ring,

and nothing blew up.

- What are you talking about?

The exchange doesn't open
for another two hours.

- Well, it opened
a little early today.

I learned a lot about
deepfake video manipulation

from watching
that museum footage.

- Plus I wound his fancy watch
forward two hours.

- You guys did this
without telling me.

- We took a shot
because we knew you were

in a difficult situation,
and if he didn't buy it,

we still had time
to put him on the plane.

- Thank you.

Both of you.

I am gonna go
notify the director.

- [sighs]
You are a rock star.

- Ah, thank you.

- Which is why

I need to keep you
in the JOC for a while.

- For a while?

I'm--I'm getting medical
release for field work

in less than two weeks.

- No, I know, but working
with you these last few days

has reminded me how much
we need you in here.

How much I need you.

[soft dramatic music]

- Okay, um, well,
how--how long?

- Not sure.
See how it goes.

- Okay.
Hm.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Good.

♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Did you mention to Jubal

that I should be
back in the JOC?

- What?
No.

Why would I do that?

- Oh, I know you saw me
in my car the other day.

It's just--I can do this,
you know?

I'm not scared to be
back out in the field.

- I hear you.

Look, we're not invincible.

I just want you
to take the time to heal.

Not just physically.

And when the time is right,
you'll be back out there.

- Okay, but what if everything
and everyone moves on?

- Mm-hmm, some things
probably will.

But that does not mean
that you aren't needed.

[tender music]

- I hope you're right.

♪

[tense music]

♪

[wolf howls]