All language subtitles for Blindspot.S02E06.Her.Spys.Harmed.S02.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H265-SiGMA_track3_eng

**

Reade?

Reade?

What the hell
happened?

I didn't do it.
I was in the basement,

I heard a noise,
I came up here,

and I found him
like this.

We gotta call this in.
No-no-no, don't.

You and Jones
have a history.

You were harassing him,
you broke into his house.

I didn't kill him.
You are standing

over his dead body

with gloves on your hands
and blood on your shoes.

Innocent people have gone
to jail for a lot less.

(car engine rumbling)

(tires screeching)

It's the neighborhood
security.

We gotta
get out of here.

Did you touch
anything?

I-I don't think so.
Did you move anything?

No.

Wait, Zapata!

This is crazy.
We're the FBI.

That's gotta count
for something.

I'm your friend.
I believe you.

Ask yourself
if anybody else will.

(engine starting)
The tape!

I left it
in the VCR.

No! The security guards
are in the house.

What tape?

What were you doing
at Jones's?

I was looking for...
I needed proof of the abuse.

I found all these tapes
with kids' names on 'em.

And they just looked
like old practice tape,

but they were hidden.

One of 'em had
my name on it.

Did you watch it?

No, I-I wanted to,
but I couldn't, I...

I heard a loud noise
upstairs,

the killer must've run off
when he heard me coming.

And now there's a tape with
your name on it in the VCR.

NYPD finds it, they'll
start looking at you,

they'll find out
you were in the house.

The tape wouldn't have
mattered

if you were never there,
but you were there.

Super-cool encryption.

Picture the digital equivalent
of laminar flow.

Patterson, Douglas Winter's
responsible

for the biggest intel leak
in U.S. history.

He's evaded capture
for three years.

Can we get to the part
where we catch him?

The black hole image
isn't just one entity.

It unravels into massive amounts
of text.

In this case,
thousands of e-mails

from Douglas Winter's
account.

(Nas)
Could it be another
intelligence leak?

I thought so too,
at first,

but these e-mails were junk,
literally spam.

And it didn't make
any sense until I found

the needle
in the needlestack--

A coded message addressed
to Krysta Massey,

Winter's girlfriend.

Or, ex-girlfriend now.
I don't know

if they're doing
the whole long-distance thing.

It's Bulgarian.

"My fair darling.

"Winter's come
to the grand hotel.

Love, Maria."

(Patterson)
Yes, that's right.
I think Winter

wanted his girlfriend
to come

to Bulgaria and meet him
at the Grand Hotel Maria.

Our agents questioned
Massey.

She claims
she never received the file,

and she hasn't left the States
since Winter went AWOL.

So, his message must
have been intercepted.

(Weller)
By Mayfair.

She left us
the Daylight file,

the Orion file,
and this.

She's trying
to find Winter.

Well, either way, we need
to get to that hotel.

I'm gonna get the plane
ready for us.

Get an FBI attaché on
that hotel before we arrive.

(phone vibrates)
Someone discreet,
and this stays off the books.

(Patterson)
On it.

(sighs)
It's Roman.

He's calling me in.

You'll have to go.

I should go with you, it's--
it's Mayfair's file.

Jane, look...

we need to know
Sandstorm's endgame, okay?

And we are running
out of time.

We'll handle Winter,
you keep working on Roman.

I've hit a wall.
He doesn't fully trust me.

He wants you
to be Remi.

He followed you once, so
make him follow you again.

Before it's too late.

(Zapata)
We've gotta get rid
of these clothes.

Who knows what we came
into contact with?

Why is there
a knife missing?

It broke,
I threw it away.

You never
replaced it?

I eat takeout, Zapata,

what do I need
13 knives for?

I know how we can get
that tape back.

We go in as FBI.

And what, we just show up
following up a tattoo case?

You have a better idea?

Yeah, the truth.
No!

We can do this.

NYPD's gonna start
upstairs with the body,

They got no reason
to look in the VCR.

We can put the tape
back in the closet

before anybody notices
it's missing.

We just have to wait

until they make it
an official crime scene.

What do we do
until then?

Burn our clothes,
get some sleep,

go to work like
everything's normal.

Roman'll be right in.

(AC blows)

(metal squeaking)

It was the last thing
our parents gave us.

The only thing
we have left.

We used to give it to each
other at the orphanage.

Birthdays
and special occasions.

Whenever one of us was feeling
scared or sad.

The guards
let us keep it?

They didn't know
we had it.

Old habits die hard.

It's a puzzle box.

You gave it to me just
before your memory went.

Wh-What's in it?

I don't know.
I couldn't open it.

I was hoping
you could.

Get some sleep.

Tomorrow we're heading
to Bradley Dynamics.

Another mission?

The mission.

The one Jeffrey Kantor
was supposed to do.

I covered for you once.
I won't do it again.

I need my sister back.

The microchip is really
that important?

Once we have it,
the rest is all timing.

This chip is the final piece
to Shepherd's plan.

It's the beginning
of the end.

**

**

(Weller)
Sure you packed
enough stuff, hmm?

Well, we are supposed
to be tourists.

Yes, well...

you certainly look
like one.

Nobody else knows
we're here, right?

Just Caruso, our agent
on the ground, why?

So, who's that
behind us?

Aviators, khakis.
Definitely American.

Let's find out,
shall we?

Okay, easy, tough guy.

I'm a company man.

So, prove it.
Slowly.

Jake Keaton, CIA.

I believe you knew
my predecessor, Tom Carter.

What's the new
Deputy Director

of the CIA
doing in Bulgaria?

Same thing as the Assistant
Director of the FBI

and whatever your fake title
is over at the NSA.

We've been keeping tabs
on Winter's girlfriend.

Your people question her,
and then you suddenly

jump on a plane
to Bulgaria?

I put two
and two together.

So, here's just
a little friendly heads up.

I'm not leaving
without Douglas Winter.

Neither are we.

I guess it's game on.

Hey, thanks for being cool
about this.

Cool is my default
setting.

(both chuckling)

I just feel like every time
we make fun weekend plans,

something blows up
and I have to be on call.

I don't care what we do
as long as we're together.

But I was thinking,

if you're finished
swinging at me,

maybe we could just
work on some holds.

Yeah...

Cool is definitely
not your default setting.

(beeping)

Oh, okay, uh...
this is a tattoo thing.

I need to take this.
But hold that thought.

See what I did?

(both chuckling)
I'll be right back.

Okay.

Hey, thanks
for coming in.
What's up?

I got an alert.
Coach Jones is dead.

NYPD just logged it
as a murder investigation.

What?
We exposed decades
of abuse.

This guy's gotta have
a lot of enemies.

I figured--
We should check it out.

At least have NYPD
keep us

in the loop
on the investigation.

Yeah.
Thanks.

We're stealing
a state-of-the-art prototype

locked in a secure vault
at Bradley Dynamics.

How do we get in
without Kantor?

Occupational Safety
and Health Administration.

I backstopped our IDs and set
a meeting with Tom Nelson.

Tom has access
to the secure zone.

And a severe
peanut allergy.

So, we steal
Tom's access badge

and send him
into anaphylactic shock.

We slip into the secure zone
and head to the R&D lab

where the chip's
being held,

but what Tom doesn't have
access to is the vault.

That's where this
comes in.

I'm guessing
that's not a smartphone.

It's a code breaker.
Digital brute force.

But, it takes time.

We'll have to wait
a full five minutes

for it to open
the vault.

When it does,
it'll trigger the alarm.

We'll only have 90 seconds
to get the chip,

get to the north wing,
and get out.

Cameras?
Static CCTV.

So, they monitor,
but they don't record.

The only footage we'll need
to loop is in the R&D lab.

Not an iPod.
Not an iPod.

So, what's my cover story
for the FBI?

My go-to favorite,
food poisoning.

Mmm, I knew that sushi
tasted funny.

What?

You've got that look.

We should blow up the vault
to cover our tracks.

Make it look more like

a rival company sabotage
than a heist.

Good idea.

I'll pack some
detonation cord.

There are metal detectors
in the lobby, so, no guns.

If anything goes wrong,
we'll have to improvise.

Good to know.

(Weller)
Here's our guy on the ground.

Sorry we're late.
Is everything all right?

(Weller)
No.

The CIA is on
our heels.

Were you able to get eyes
on Winter?

(Caruso)
Negative,
but there's a major

private security presence
around the hotel.

Local hires.
Who do they work for?

I'm guessing Winter.
The Presidential Suite's

been occupied by a single
resident since he disappeared.

I couldn't get you a room
on the same floor,

but you're right
beneath him.

Does this have a balcony?
Pretty sure.

What do you mean
you're "pretty sure"?

You've been on this
for ten hours.

Go ahead and prep
the safe house,

and we'll meet you there.

Look, let's head up
to our room

and go get Winter,
okay?

Without causing
an international incident.

No promises, honey.

(scoffs)

(police radio chatter)

Special Agent Reade,
this is Zapata.

Detective Ray Yamada,
you guys taking over?

The victim's connected
to an ongoing investigation.

Got a cause of death?
Multiple stab wounds.

Six, by my count,
but autopsy'll confirm.

Murder weapon?
Nothing yet.

Want to take
a closer look?

Sure.

(whirring, clicking)

(whirring continues)

(Reade)
You really think the perp

ditched the murder weapon
downstairs?

(whirring, clicking)

Eh, 20 bucks says we find it
in some bushes down the street.

Find anything?
No.

Just got a text
from Patterson.

We should go.

Here's my card,
keep us posted.

Winter's suite
is directly above us.

We should be able
to climb up there.

Hopefully get in and out

before being detected
by security.

What are you doing?

I'm hacking into
the hotel's Ethernet.

I can access the cameras built
into the Smart TVs

and get eyes on the room.

"My fair darling."
What?

Winter addressed
his black hole message

to "my fair darling."

So, what if "my fair"
was "Mayfair"?

And that message was meant
for her the whole time?

You know, Winter's leak

practically targeted Mayfair
and Carter.

It doesn't make sense
to contact her after--

but it does explain
why Keaton's working against us.

If Keaton gets
to Winter first...

he's gonna bury him
in a very deep, dark hole

so he can't reveal any more
of the CIA's secrets.

When it comes to Winter,
it's every agency for itself.

(beeping)
Okay, I'm in.

Wow, that was really
worth the wait.

No, this is good.

Because whoever's in there
is savvy enough to know

about cameras but paranoid
enough to cover them up.

It has to be him.
Let's find out.

**

Douglas Winter.

No-no-no-no-no!
Stop. Stop!

Don't kill me,
don't kill me, no!

No!
I'm not gonna kill you.

We're FBI.
You're under arrest.

You're FBI?
(sobbing)
Yes.

Thank God
you guys are here.

Wait, why did you come
to my bedroom?

We need your security
to stand down.

They're not my security.
Oh, no.

Is it just
the two of you?

Oh-ho-ho, we're dead.
We're all dead!

I am a prisoner of
the Bulgarian government.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I was framed, man.
I never hacked the NSA,

I never leaked
those documents.

I am a freakin' patsy!

**

So, what?
You really expect us

to believe that
you've been framed?

Yes!

Then what are you doing
hiding out in Bulgaria?

I am wanted
for treason, okay?

I needed to find a place
that would give me amnesty.

And it seemed like
a fair trade,

I shore up
their cyber-security,

do some light hacking,

and I get a place
to not be dead.

I can prove I was framed,
just get me out of here.

I've gone from welcome guest
to state prisoner.

If you have proof,
then why are you on the run

in the first place, huh?
'Cause I was scared.

All that intel
I supposedly leaked, man,

that was
super-super-classified.

This frame job
came from way up on high

in our own government,
man.

I didn't know
who I could trust.

You trusted Mayfair.

That's why you sent
the Black Hole file.

You needed Mayfair's help.
Yeah.

I needed
Mayfair's help.

Mayfair was the only person
I could trust.

That's why
I sent the file.

Oh, no, they're coming
to get my food trays.

They're gonna kill us.
They're gonna kill us!
Shh!

Wait,
where are you going?

FBI, what are you
doing?

(Weller)
Calm down.

(door opens)

Hey, Iliev,
what's up, man?

Ever think about changing
your name to, like...

"the Il" or something?
That'd be a little--

We don't have to talk
about that, your name.

Compliments to the chef,
that was a wonderful,

wonderful special meal.

Iliev, don't make this
weird,

but I think I'm falling
in love with you.

Uhh!

Ohh!

(man on radio
speaking Bulgarian)

We need to get you
to the safe house, come on.
Get out.

Wait, I'm just gonna
go over?

Yes!
Iliev, sorry, sorry!

Okay, yes, help me,
help me, help me.

You have
very strong hands.

Hallway's clear.

Okay. Get in.

Get in? Heh heh.
That's cute, man.

No-no, I'm not good
with enclosed spaces.

Your coffin is gonna be
a very enclosed space.

I'll just get in then,
great.

Now, should you guys zip it,
or should I?

You should do it
the other way.

That's gonna hurt.

Good tips,
these are good tips.

Yeah.

It's my first time
getting in a bag, so...

I'm in, I'm in!

Still think I should've
packed lighter?

(elevator bell chimes)

**

(Winter)
Ow! Ow! Come on.

Ohh!
(Nas)
Shush!

(tires screeching)

Hi, there.
I'm Cyndie Bagget.

Tom's out sick today,
so I'll be assisting you.

Let me get
your clearance sorted.

Do you think she has
the right floor access?

I hope so.

It's pretty unlikely she has
a peanut allergy, too.

I told you, if you want

to hold the coin,
you need to keep it hidden.

You need
to protect it, Ian.

Don't.

That's not the kind
of improvising we need.

Shepherd needs that chip.

Then follow my lead.

All right,
you all set?

Lead the way.

You were supposed to put
the tape back in the closet.

I know, it got stuck,
I'm lucky I got it at all.

What if they figure out
a tape's missing?

What if they figure
out my tape's missing?

This wasn't the plan.
What were you thinking?

Oh, what was I thinking?
If it wasn't for me,

you'd be a prime suspect
for murder.

I am trying to help you.

I'm sorry.

Is there anything else
we need to worry about?

Private security guard
saw me

outside Jones's house
yesterday morning.

Yeah, but you didn't
identify yourself.

I was in my own car.

I'll take care of it.

Zapata...
thank you.

What's a little
accessory after the fact

between friends?

I think I popped a rib.

At least in a coffin
you're lying flat.

You'll live.
Get to the proof.

Can I just get
some real food first?
No.

I've been living
on room service--

You need to tell us
exactly what happened.

I was messing around
on my guitar,

which is a Les Paul knockoff.
It's actually harder to find--

You look like more of a drummer.
I understand, okay.

Sorry. So...

**

Uhh! Oh!

(voice modulator)
Douglas Winter, right now

highly classified NSA intel
is being copied to your laptop

and an email is being sent
from your account

to "The New York Times."
You have two choices.

Fly to a non-extradition
country tonight

and never come back,

or stay and suffer
the consequences

of becoming the biggest traitor
to this country

since Benedict Arnold.
Who are you?

Shut up!
Ohh!

(voice modulator)
Enough, we're done.

Wasn't much
of a choice.

I saw what was on those files,
so... I ran.

That's a great story.

But it's not proof.

No.

But this is.

I was playing my guitar
into my Rock Composer app,

and I recorded
the whole thing.

You could've faked
the recording.

Un-modulate the voices,
see if it matches

anything
in the NSA database.

I lost my access,
but I'm sure the FBI

can pull a few strings,
huh?

This why you
contacted Mayfair?

To prove your innocence?
Yeah, man, Mayfair,

he was the only person
I could trust.

(sniffs)

Mayfair was a she.

No, yeah, I know that,
that's why--

You know that?
I do know that.

She-- she was beautiful,
and, okay...

I maybe have no idea
who Mayfair is,

but it seemed important
to you, and I needed you guys

to get me out of there,
but the rest is totally true.

Check the drive,
just check the drive.

Kurt...

I'll send this recording
to Patterson.

You're gonna need
to give her NSA access.

I'm sorry.

(voice modulator warbling)

...and suffer the consequences
of becoming

the biggest traitor
to this country

since Benedict Arnold.
No, stop!

Turn around, leave,
you can't be here.

Since when?
Since the--
it's classified.

I thought
you might be hungry.

I am, I'm starving.

Let's eat in, like,
five minutes.

I just have to do this thing
for Weller real quick.

I mean, should I just go?
You're clearly busy.

No, no-no-no-no-no, no.

I-- I-- I want
to eat together.

Look, see,
how about this?

I will just eat
right here in my lab,

and you can eat in the hallway
just outside the door.

That's the worst.

I'm saying it out loud,
and that's the worst.

It's actually not
the worst date I've been on.

Okay, this is
a super-small tech thing.

It's super-easy to do.

And I will be done
so soon.

Okay.

Okay.
But you gotta...

Yep. Right, yep.

Okay, well, that wraps up
compliance and enforcement.

Do you have
any questions for us?

None that I can think of,
and I'm sorry

to cut this short,
but I have another meeting.

I will walk you out.

Oh, we can
show ourselves out.

Ah, I have to escort you--
protocol.

Of course.

Uh, wait-- we, uh,
we forgot sexual harassment.

Will you give us
a minute?

I'm sure that Cyndie

would be more comfortable
talking with just me.

I'll be right outside.
Great.

Since when does OSHA cover
sexual harass--

(groaning)

I know it doesn't feel
like it now,

but I am saving
your life.

(grunts)

What was that about?
Saving the mission.

Notice how I'm not
covered in blood?

Give me the letter opener
and smarten up.

We don't have long until
someone comes looking for her.

(beeping, door opens)

She always
had the answer.

Who to talk to.

What to do next.

Context that
I wasn't seeing.

Mayfair was always
there for me.

She sounds like
an amazing woman.

She was.

And now my life's...

full of all of these
unanswered questions.

Why have they
been watching me

since I was a kid?

Why did they choose me?
And what for?

This is gonna sound
a little crazy, but, um...

I was hoping...

for just one last time

that Mayfair would have
an answer for me.

Listen...

we'll find those answers,
okay?

I hope you're right.

'Cause, right now,

I feel like there's no one
left to turn to.

Yeah, there is.

He's in an FBI
safe house.

We'll need more men.

Fly to a non-extradition
country tonight

and never come back, or stay
and suffer the consequences

of becoming the biggest traitor
to this country

since Benedict Arnold.

Seriously,
should I just go?

No! No.

I like that you're here.
You're super-motivating.

I feel like
I'm stressing you out.

No, work is stressing me out,
and you're doing great.

Do you want
to talk about it?

I can't.
It's classified,

and-- and I can't
talk about it

without going
into specifics,

which I can't, because--
It's classified.

Basically, the thing that
I'm working on isn't doing

the thing it's supposed
to be doing

when I'm doing the thing
that I'm doing to it.

Does that make
any sense?

I'm gonna go.

No, can you just get--
15 minutes.

You said 15 minutes
two hours ago.

Okay, then give me,

like, a solid half an hour,
just 30 minutes--

Look, just give me
a call tomorrow--

I am under a lot of pressure,
David, and I--

I just called you David.

That's fine.
It happens.

Robert--

I'll give you some space.

Robert...

(door closing)

(beep, air hisses)

(beeping)
There, it's looped.

Like we were never here.

(beeping)

Okay, five minutes
starting now.

(Jane)
Can I ask you something?

Why "Shepherd"?
Why not "Mom"?

We tried calling her that
when we were younger,

but she's never really been
the mom type, you know?

Shepherd just felt
closer to the truth.

Shepherd isn't
her real name?

(chuckling)

That'd be
a little convenient.

So, what is it?

Remember, whenever
that alarm goes off,

the most important thing
is that chip.

Well, you're making it
sound like

we're not
gonna get out of here.

I don't plan to die,
but I'm prepared to.

Winning the war is bigger
than any one soldier.

(man)
I wasn't on shift
the night of.

But I saw a guy
sitting in a car

outside the vic's house
that morning.

Black guy, short hair.

You get a plate?
Yeah, I wrote it down.

I just got that feeling,
you know?

This guy you saw?
He's undercover FBI.

We've been working
on something big for years.

If you bring him into this
whole Coach Jones mess,

you will...
blow his cover.

I'd be in breach
of trust,

you know,
obstructing justice?

My girlfriend's pregnant,

I can't risk my job
or going to jail.

Your girlfriend,
Maria Lopez, right?

I mean, am I in some sort
of trouble here?

No, of course not.

But, I couldn't help
but noticing that Maria

has overstayed her visa
for some time.

That puts me in a really
tough spot, Nick.

I mean,
I don't really care,

but I'd hate to be seen
as obstructing justice.

You know, I was sure I wrote
that plate number down.

But I can't seem to find
my notebook anywhere.

You're doing
the right thing.

(train bell clanging)

What?

Nothing.

(click)

Oh, my God, it looks like
"Call of Duty" down there.

Who is it,
the Bulgarians?

No, Bulgarian forces
carry AK-47s.

Those are HK416s.

Then who?
Keaton?

You really think
he'd bring black ops here?

I'd rather not find out.

We need to get Winter
to a secure place, come on.

Lock us down.

Do you really believe
what you just said?

That your life
doesn't matter?

And you're willing
to die for Shepherd?

Or maybe you just like
killing for her.

I don't like killing.

It's your first instinct.

The lobby guard's gun,

the letter opener,
Jeffrey Kantor.

When we first met,
you killed six cops.

That's not
the first night we met.

We have a whole life together
that you chose to erase!

I see the way
you look at me.

You think
I'm a sociopath.

Well, if I am,
it's because you...

you taught me how.

And when you left,
Shepherd finished the job.

(Weller)
Keaton!

Stand down!

We're not handing over
Winter!

Keaton--
(explosion)

(coughing)

Are you okay?

(gunfire)

(beeping)

Roman...

Look...
for what it's worth,

I'm sorry you lost
your sister.

If I knew--
You knew.

Then if I could
go back

and do it all again,

I would do it all
so differently.

What are you saying?

(alarm blaring)

The door's still locked.

They found Cyndie.
We're out of time.

They're headed
right for us.

They're shutting all the
security doors, sealing us in.

I'll handle them.
Stay with the code breaker,

get the microchip,
and get out of here.

Roman...

they don't know
they're in a war.

(alarm continuing)

Move.

(distant shouting)

(gunfire)

(modulated voice)
...or stay and suffer
the consequences

of becoming the biggest traitor
to this country

since Benedict Arnold.

...Benedict Arnold.

(phone ringing)

Patterson.

Hey, it's Jane.

I, uh... I have the chip.
What? What chip?

I'm in the R&D lab
at Bradley Dynamics.

Roman and I
are stealing a chip,

like a prototype,
and it's the final piece

of Sandstorm's plan, and
we need to see what's on it.

Okay, got it,
you need a chip whisperer.

Okay, what does it
look like?

Like a small hard drive

with a slot that matches
the connections on the chip.

Uh, I think I found it.
All right.

Plug in,
I will upload the data,

and we'll see what's
on it.

Okay.

(grunting)

(gunshots)

(hammer clicks)

Got him.

(gunfire, Winter screaming)

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!
(gun clicking)

Drop your weapon.
Don't shoot!

You shot one
of your own men.

What the hell
is going on?

(Patterson)
Jane, you still there?

Yeah, look,
we're only at 1%.

Why is it moving
so slow?

It's not,
this is light speed.

The code on the chip
must be massive.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(young Jane)
Stop! Don't hurt him!

Leave him alone!
Stop it!

(screaming)
Stop it!

(gasps)

Let me see.
Ian.

**

Whoa-- what just happened?
Jane?

Put your weapon down!

Now, why would I do that?
Why would we shoot you?

Because you think
I'm trying to shoot you.

Look, I hate to break it to you,
but these aren't my guys.

He did just shoot
one of 'em.

Look, I don't have a gun,
so, you know, you guys--

you guys do you.

I'm Deputy Director
of the CIA, Kurt.

I'm not some mercenary.

Let's get Winter,
get out of here.

Seriously?
Just like that?

Look, I didn't need
to come in here

and risk my life
for Kurt Weller, FBI.

Now, the least you can do
is give me Winter.

Get out of our way.
That's fine,

I'll get him in the end,
we always do.

In fact, I got a nice little
out-of-the-way spot back home

where I can give him
the full Jane Doe treatment.

You tortured her?

Yeah, I don't usually like
to get my hands dirty,

but guess I was just...
really wanted to know

why your name
was on her back.

(Nas)
Kurt! Kurt, leave it.

Hey, look, it's not
gonna change anything!

(Nas)
Kurt!

(coughing)

(alarm blaring)
(grunting)

(gun clicks)

(grunting)

Let's go. Go!

(gunshots)

What the hell
are you doing?

Saving your life.

That was our only way out.

**

(Roman)
Where's the chip?
Here.

You should have
gotten out with it

when you had the chance.

Thousands of people
are gonna die.

One more won't matter.

Yeah, well,
it matters to me.

I'm a little
turned around,

but I know
one of these walls

is next to the hallway,

and one leads deeper
into the lab.

(Jane)
Do you remember
which is which?

I can blow a hole in the wall

but I only have enough det-cord
for a single shot.

I think the outside
hallway is...

this one.
This one.

(alarm blaring)

Right, I trust you.

**

(beep)

Good call.

**

(woman on P.A.)
The building is being
evacuated.

Please exit
in an orderly fashion.

**

Ah, you're still here.

Um... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I-I blew up.
I'm sorry...

I called you David,
and-- and-- and--

I'm sorry I've been
stringing you along all day.

I chose to stay.
I'm just worried because...

sometimes I have
a hard time...

choosing between
my personal life

and my work,
and I always choose work.

Well, who said it needs
to be a choice?

Look, I love that
you love your job.

You should.
You're amazing at it.

It's a huge part
of who you are,

and I would never ask you
to choose.

See, I don't want
these fragmented

little pieces of you.

I want
the whole thing.

Wow.

You're really good
at your job too.

Sorry, I didn't
mean to-- oh...

No, no, it's one of the things
that I love about you.

**

Actually, I'm going
to go now.

Okay.

Well, I will see you
soon... Robert.

You're just drawing
more attention to it.

Yeah.

(sighs)

(beeping)

**

I've got to thank you

for stopping me,
back there with Keaton.

If you hadn't
been there, you know...

Anyway...

I hope we can
leave everything

that happened
in Bulgaria...

in Bulgaria.

Everything?

Well...

maybe not everything.

(both chuckling)

(phone ringing)

Patterson.

I found a bug
in Borden's office.

The signal's transmitting
to a server

in Zero Division.

I think Nas
has been listening to us.

We're headed
back there now.

Bye.

All good?

Yeah.

All good.

**

That scar
on your face.

That was my fault,
wasn't it?

I couldn't protect you.

Is that why you came back
for me today?

You felt guilty?

Remi would have protected
the mission at all costs.

Yeah, well...
(scoffs)

You might not want
to hear this, but...

if that's true...

I don't want
to be Remi.

I hope she never
comes back.

(box clicking)

It's okay.
It's not your fault.

I'll get
the coin back.

For now, this gum wrapper
can be your coin.

It's in disguise...

as something nobody
will ever want.

**

(laughing)

(sniffles)

(chuckles)

(clears throat, sniffles)

(tearfully)
You said--

You said I had to
learn to...

hide the things
that I loved...

if we ever wanted
to make it out of there.

I thought I lost it
in the orphanage.

(sniffles)

(chuckles, sniffles)

(sighs)

You must have
gone back for it.

I love you.

I love you, Ian.

**

(knocking on door)

Hey.
Hi.

How'd it go with
the private security guard?

He won't be a problem.

I can't really say the same
for Jones's autopsy report.

It lists his cause of death
as asphyxiation.

Says Jones choked
to death on his own blood.

What aren't you
telling me?

I don't wanna
keep going through--

No, if your timeline
was true,

if you were in the basement
and you heard a noise

and you came up right away,

Jones would still be alive,
choking to death.

You wanna change
your story?

I told you the truth.

How long were you
in that house?

I did it!
I killed him!

Is that what
you want me to say?

Because I didn't do it
and I didn't ask you

to cover anything up,

so if you think I killed him,
call the cops.

Call 'em right now.

(Jane)
Douglas Winter.
You caught him.

(Nas)
I don't know who
we caught.

You just
getting in now?

We got back late,
so I stayed over.

So why did you abort
your counter-mission?

Patterson told me
about the chip.

I could not blow
the chip in time.

We never would have
made it out alive.

Would you have
made it out alive?

You told me to do
whatever it takes.

This was the only way
I could protect my cover

to keep playing
the long game.

The long game
is over, Jane.

Sandstorm have now got
everything they need.

They could strike
at any time,

and we don't know how,
where, or when.

I can turn Roman.
You're compromised.

No, I broke him.

I had him sobbing
in my arms.

I can get to him,
I know I can.

He is this close.

Okay, so...
I managed to unmodulate

the voices and analyze
the recordings.

It's authentic.
Winter's telling the truth.

(Roman)
...or stay and suffer
the consequences

of becoming
the biggest traitor

to this country
since Benedict Arnold.

That's Roman.

(Winter)
Who are you, man?

(Roman)
Shut up!

(woman)
Enough! We're done.

And Shepherd.

Shepherd and Roman
framed Douglas Winter.

This is the beginning
of Sandstorm, and Winter,

Winter was
the inception point.

Does this mean they tried
to kill him, too?

Wait, could Sandstorm
have been the ones

that attacked you
at the safe house?

Shorten the loop,
I wanna hear Shepherd again.

(beeping)

(Shepherd)
Enough! We're done.

Enough!
We're done.

I know that voice.

You're saying
you know Shepherd?

But how?
Where from?

I don't know.
I can't place it.

But I do know
that voice.

(Shepherd, looping)
Enough! We're done.

Enough!
We're done.

Enough! We're done.

Enough!
We're done.

Enough! We're done.

**

(man)
Greg, move your head.

**