All language subtitles for Blindspot 501

♪♪

All right.

Mwah! Good-bye.

I'm gonna take
first watch.

(chuckles)
No, I'll go.
What-- no--

I could use some fresh air,
unless, uh, Patterson

would like to spend some more
time in the great outdoors.

(feigns loud snoring)

We should all get
matching tattoos after this.

Nope.

Okay, I'm in.
(laughing)

♪♪

(Reade)
It's a very bad idea.

(Zapata)
Maybe the worst?

I'm tired of waiting
for the right time.

I'm all in if you are.

Oh, I see.

Now that we're all
on the run

and you're all
out of options,

you're trying
to lock me down.

That's right.

You really think
you're the best I can do?

A hundred percent.

♪♪

(gasping softly)

Do that again.

♪♪

What do you want?

Nash and his agents know
you've been helping the team

and they have
some questions for you.

Well, you can tell the Director
of National Intelligence

that I'm not talking.

Take him to "the boat."

♪♪

Um, Director Weitz?
I found the team.

What?

(softly)
Can I trust you?

(softly)
Yes, of course.

What is this?

I got into Rich's
cell phone.

He's been communicating
with encrypted burner phones.

This one pinged the Wi-Fi
at the Perlan Museum

right when Patterson
stopped the blackout.

That's good.
Good work.

So-- so what
should we do?

(Nash)
We've been greenlit.
Greenlit? For what?

Drone strike.

We're the FBI.
We can't be killing FBI agents.

Well, they're not FBI agents.
Not anymore.

I can't stand for this.

(computer beeping)

(woman)
Location's locked.

♪♪

Listen to me, it's me.
Madeline knows where you are.

She's ordered a drone strike.

You need to get
out of there right now.

Hello?

♪♪

(missile whooshing)

(gasps)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(siren wails)

(explosions,
glass shattering)

(crowd screaming)

♪♪

It's a signal.

I want them found,
all of them.

Agreed.

I find this unbelievable
and unacceptable.

There's too many questions.
Is the signal from the team

or to the team?
Why now?

Your former team has been
in hiding for two months.

If they're sticking
their heads up now,

it's because they
think it's safe,

that the heat's
died down.

They're planning something.

Is it possible
they're in New York?

Highly unlikely.

They are Most-Wanted
fugitives.

For them to sneak
back into the country,

it would take a miracle.

They've done it before.

They escaped that shack
in Iceland.

Not all of them.

We made sure
of that, at least.

And the ones who did manage
to escape our recovery team,

they are on the run with
no resources and no allies.

I think it is high time
that we stop

spending our resources
on this futile manhunt.

Oh, no, no, I appreciate
your position, Matthew,

but as the new Director
of Federal Law Enforcement,

I insist we stay vigilant.

Those rogues agents
have to be found.

You double your resources.

I am on an operating budget.
I can't just double my--

Then I will fire you and hire
an FBI Director who can.

Afreen... I want you
to dig into the tattoo.

I'm on it.

"Director of Federal
Law Enforcement."

That is a fancy
new title.

The president
thought so.

So, you're--
you're in charge

of vetting the open
VP slot.

Come a long way since
Civilian Oversight Committee.

Well, I didn't
do it alone.

Why am I here?
You've cleaned house,

and if you're just gonna
second guess me

and threaten to fire me
in front of my subordinates,

why not get rid of me, too?
What is the point?

Chin up, Matthew.

You're more valuable than
you give yourself credit for.

♪♪

(cell phone vibrating)

(Jane sighs)

♪♪

♪♪

(keypad beeping)

(water flowing)

(metal rattling)

(loud clank)

♪♪

Jane!

(softly)
Kurt...

I was-- I was afraid
I wouldn't see you again.

♪♪

Guess we're all here.

Yeah.

Wait, why are we here?
We agreed to split up.

We said no contact
unless it's a--

It was an emergency.

Someone sent us
a message.

(Jane)
Who?

I don't know.
An old friend, a new one.

Uh, maybe Madeline trying
to draw us out.

It's too hard to tell
without solving

the puzzle in the image.

What, so you haven't
solved it yet?

You're losing your touch,
Patterson.

Okay, easy.
I don't have my lab.

The Times Square blackbird
is slightly different

than the one on Jane's neck.

I couldn't see exactly
how different without--

My neck. Okay.
Yeah.

So, hence
the rendezvous.

Right.

Okay,
I'm seeing 18, 19...

20? 21 differences between
the two birds. Okay...

If we mark those differences

and isolate them
using trapezoids,

let's see what we get.

Hey, this is not
a bad hideout, right?

Did you know that
there's over 800 of these

Cold War bunkers here
in Prague,

and this one
isn't mapped anywhere.

It-- it's been completely
forgotten down here,

which explains why
the power is still--

Oh, oh!
(snaps fingers)

Ah, it's trinary code.

Each marker
has a letter value,

and if we string them together
it gives us

a web address
that brings us to...

(sighs)
...a locked FTP site.

Okay.
Okay, okay, um, um, um...

The password could be
embedded in a--

a second layer of the puzzle,
so-- or, no.

Ohh. The trinary code
does double duty.

Okay, so how long
is this gonna take?

Done.

(typing)

Here we go.

May I?
Yeah.

(Jane)
This is a memo
to the CIA

about a "shik-oo-law-oon
taw-kee-byeon-teh."

"A mouthy Turkish pervert."
This is about Rich.

That sounds bad.

The CIA is holding him
at a blacksite.

And that's not
the bad part.

(door squeaks, man whistling)

Hey, fellas.

(sighs)
Is it torture
time again?

There's no windows
in here, is there?

Can't really tell
what time of day it is

or what month it is or--
No, no, no, no, no!

(gun clicks)
(grunts)

(whimpering)
What the hell was that?

Tracker.

Aagh! (grunting)

I thought you were gonna
shoot me in the head.

Oh, you're not
getting away that easy.

You don't want to talk,
you're being traded.

Traded?

To who?

A playoff contender,
at least?

Maybe.

You think North Korea's
got a shot this year?

North Korea?
No, I don't think--

We don't--
It--

They don't like me
in North Korea.

(inhales sharply)
Let's go.

Oh, no, no, no.
Wait, wait, wait, wait!

You know what?
Just shoot me
in the head.

Huh, I thought about it,
it's fine.

Look, just come
shoot me in the head!

No, it's-- Just shoot me
in the head, please!

♪♪

According to this,

Rich is being
transferred tonight.

If the North Koreans
get their hands on him--

He's dead.
Yeah, or worse, alive.

Yeah, we still don't know
who sent the signal

or if we can trust it--
it could be a trap.

Doesn't matter.

If there's a chance
this is real,

we need to bust Rich out.

It's not a question if
we're doing this, it's how.

Now, this memo doesn't say
where the blacksite is, so...

how the hell
are we gonna find him?

Well, it won't be easy.

I mean, we can't hack
into the CIA without the gear.

We can't reach out to Keaton
or Weitz, they're being watched.

But, if we can figure out
where Rich is being taken

in North Korea,
we could intercept--

I know where Rich is.

What are you
talking about?

He's being held at
a blacksite called "the boat."

It's a prison ship
hiding in plain sight

in a military graveyard
in France.

So why didn't you
tell us that?

They think Rich
knows where we are.

Us being alive,
us being out in the world,

it's what's keeping them
from killing him.

If we go rushing into
a blacksite

without an airtight plan,
we're all dead.

I-I was trying
to figure it out.

Yes, but you have never
been held in a blacksite.

You should have told us.
What's done is done.

Now that we know
where Rich is,

we just have to figure out
a way to save him.

♪♪

(sighs) You can avoid another
round of this, you know.

You can avoid whatever
North Korea

has in store for you.

Just... tell me where
your friends are.

I told you, I don't know.

Suit yourself.

No, no, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

I mean, wouldn't I have
told you by now?

Seriously, I mean,
I can confess to
other things if you want.

I've lived a long,
impressively diabolical life.

Guess it all started
in the third grade

when I cheated
on my history exam.

And then in
the fourth grade,

I stole my uncle
Max's toupee

and glued it
to my face

to play Moses in
the Hebrew school play.

I know what you're doing.
I'm just confessing!

No, you're filibustering.
CIA protocol dictates that

as long as you're talking
you might say something useful.

CIA protocol says that
I can't question

or transfer you
until you stop talking.

I don't know
anything about that,

but I do know that
in the fifth grade,

I pushed my sister Edie
down the stairs

and blamed it on the dog,
and then my mother sent me

to summer camp, which
I wasn't crazy about--

I've seen "The Goonies."

Pictured you as more of
a "Great Muppet Caper"
kind of a guy,

but, uh, hey,
good to know.

Do you have
any other fun facts

you'd like to share?
Yeah.

I never cared
for CIA protocol.

(chuckles anxiously)

(sputtering)

(faint chatter)

Hey.

What's the update?
Nothing yet.

Just plugging away.
Uh-huh, uh-huh.

But what's the real update?

I'm assuming
you're the one behind

that whole incident
in Times Square?

We agreed not to talk about
this here, it's not safe.

Look, I know we've been
on radio silence

since the drone strike,

but you asked me if
you could trust me once,

and you still can.

Times Square wasn't me.

I was hoping
maybe it was you.

No, it wasn't me.

So that means either the team
is sending out a message,

or someone is sending out
a flare.

We need to solve that ASAP.

Oh, wait, no.
Maybe Madeline is testing us.

Oh, she is twisting my brain
into a pretzel.

I solved it.
What?

I'm just pretending
that I can't

so that I can buy
the team some time.

(chuckles)
That's terrific!

Wait, time for what?

A jailbreak.

♪♪

(bag zips)
Hey.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I know that splitting up...

was the best move
to stay safe.

I went crazy on my own.

You know, I even...
went to Venice...

just to feel close
to you.
(sighs)

Where were you when
Patterson texted you?

Kurt, we're gonna
need to focus

on saving Rich soon.

And we probably only have
about 15 minutes

before Patterson finds
a new lead, so...

if talking about
where we've been

for two really long
months is really

how you want
to spend that time,

well then I guess...

No. No.
...we should...

(chuckles)
(door opens)

(Patterson)
Hey! I've-- Oh.
I am so sorry.

I did not mean to, uh...

Uh, I found something.

In record time.
(chuckles)

This is good.

What do you got?
And it better be amazing.

(Patterson)
An archived newspaper article,

two public records released

under the Freedom
of Information Act,

and a semi-redacted
detainee list.

(Zapata)
Cross-reference that with
mentions of "the boat"

on the dark web
and we got this.

Yan Ahktar. He was detained
on "the boat" in 2016.

Wait, so is he
related to--
Yes.

Yan Ahktar is the younger
brother of Sho Ahktar.

We reached out
to Sho on the dark web.

He's meeting you two
this afternoon.

Here?
No. That's crazy.

You and Weller are
gonna go meet him
at his place in Berlin,

just the two of you,
low profile.

So, we've been in hiding
for two months,

and we're gonna pop
our heads out for Sho Ahktar?

No, you're gonna pop
your heads out for Rich.

Since when
can we trust Sho?

Since never.

But we need intel
on "the boat,"

and he hinted that he had
something useful.

Yeah. We gotta
at least try.

I don't like it.

I don't like it either,

but it's the only play
we've got.

♪♪

♪♪

(man)
Sho, you have guests!

(music stops)
Sit, sit, sit!

My, my,
how the tables have...

(imitates scratching)
...turned!

Ha!
(sighs)

Here I am living large
in old-money Charlottenburg,

controlling Russian interests
in Berlin,

and there you are,
begging for my help!

(chuckles)
Mmm.

Ahh. So opulent!

I'm doing very well.

Mmm.
To be honest,

a big part of why
I took this meeting

was for gloating purposes.
Mmm.

But... I'm not seeing
the broken desperation
I was hoping for.

Sorry to disappoint.

What is this fire
in your eye?

We're on a clock.

Are you gonna
help us or not?

Jane...

Jane, Jane, Jane!

We have a complicated
history, don't we?

Full of false identities,
fake artwork,

cocaine-fueled knife fights
and cruel double crosses.

Burning down our office.

Oh, let's not get into who
burned down whose office,

because, despite all that,
I like you

just as much as
the first night we met.

Your green Gatsby dress

glistening in
the Manhattan moonlight

as you kicked my ass
all over that rooftop.

(Jane grunting)

Happy to do it again.
Me too.

But alas, as you mentioned,
we're short on time.

And as much as I still
dislike "Bitch" Dotcom,

I dislike the CIA
even more.

So, yes... I'll help.

Great. So, can we
talk business now?

Oh, sorry, I get a little
swept up when I do meth,

and I think it's just
so fun and weird

that we're on
the same side now!

Because if you had
told me a year ago

that you'd be
helping me carry out

my revenge on the CIA--

Your what?

Revenge!

See, I spent
a year obtaining

blueprints to "the boat"
to break out my brother.

But the CIA killed Yan
before I could try.

We're sorry
to hear that, Sho.

I'm told it was
their lead torturer,

a man with chemical burns
all over his body,

Agent Rafael Pierce.

But the blueprints
are yours, on one condition.

You must kill the man
with the burn scars.

That wasn't part
of the deal--
Done.

Really?

Didn't even blink.

Wow, I expected more
pushback, but okay, done!

Must be desperate
after all.

We'll see about that.

And...
(groaning)

...just to make
sure everything's
on the up and up...

(guns cocking)

...Daisy Buchanan
stays with me.

Obviously,
this is not a request.

Either "Agent Burn Scars" dies,
or she does!

♪♪

If anything happens to her...

It's gonna be okay.

Jane can handle
Sho Ahktar.

I know that.

It's the Russian mobsters
I'm worried about.

Then let's focus.

See exactly what
Sho's given us.

We get Rich back,
we get Jane back.

Yeah, you're forgetting
the part where Jane

promised Sho that
we would murder a guy.

I'm not forgetting
that part.

Oh, so we're doing it?

No!

Of course not,
all right?

Jane wouldn't agree
to just kill someone.

We might disagree with
the CIA's tactics...

We're not murderers.

Sho's gonna want proof
that the guy is dead.

How are we gonna do that?

I'm working on that.

Agent Raylan will be
taking over the lab.

He just unlocked the first
piece of the puzzle.

Uh, so did I.

And I went
a step further.

How convenient.
Why didn't you say
something sooner?

Oh, I don't like to jump
the gun.

And I wanted to make sure
I had something real

before I got
anyone's hopes up,

which I do now.
(typing)

Are you sure?
Because, you know,

if you need more time
you can have it.

This FTP site
is password protected,

but I ran back channel
diagnostics

with the host server--
it was accessed one time...

by this IP address
at these coordinates.

Is it our rogue agents?

I believe so.
Could be their safe house.

Could be a Starbucks.

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

What's that,
drone attack?

Send agents from
our nearest outpost

to investigate, Matthew.

Good work, Afreen.
I knew you could do it.

Come with me.
(Raylan)
Yes, ma'am.

But does this mean that
I can stay in the lab?

Solve the password.

(hushed)
You are a traitor!

How could you do that to me,
and the team, and to me?

I trusted you.
I don't know how

you look in the mirror
at the end of the day.

You are
a terrible person.

I lied. I gave her
fake coordinates.

Very convincing!
It's-- Yep.

Good-- K-Keep--
Keep up the-- Carry on.

(sighs)

(Weller)
This blacksite is a labyrinth.

Endless doors, hallways,

all of them have
electronic security locks.

Yeah. And there's
no cameras, at least.

The CIA doesn't want
anything recorded.

And if we do this
the right way,

we're in and out,
no one knows that we're there.

Sho's blueprints are actually
engineering plans,

so they have all the details
of the HVAC,

electrical,
and security systems.

Patterson, you'll access
the electrical systems remotely

and you will overload
the HVAC fans.

Okay, so that kills
the main power,

then the security
system reboots.

That gives us 20 seconds
to board this ship

and deactivate the alarms,
if they go off.

Okay, how many CIA officers
between us and Rich?

I don't know.

Now, in Jane's blacksite,

there were
three full-time guards

In Shepherd's,
there were 15.

Okay, so somewhere between
three and-- and-- and 15?

(Weller)
Yeah, or more.

And they've all got live rounds,
shooting to kill.

While the three of us have
rubber bullets and Tasers.

This is a stealth op.

We're in and out
in 90 seconds flat.

No trace, no gunfire...

no alarms.

(alarm blaring)

(gunfire, screaming,
distant explosions)

Rich!

Kurt?!

How the hell
did you get in here?
It's a long story, Rich.

Now, you got any idea how
to get the hell out of here?

Come on, Rich!
I can't-- I can't--
I can't go.

Rich, come on.
No. No!

Stop fighting me, Rich.
Stop fighting me!

You're not
listening to me!

I don't know what
your problem is,

you got Stockholm
syndrome or something,

but we gotta go!
I don't have
Stockholm syndrome,

I have a tracker
in my neck!

We gotta get it out
before I go.

Oh, sorry.
(machete clinks)

Hey...
Hold still.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Calm down! I'm just
gonna cut it out, Rich.

What part of "in my neck"
did you not understand?

Fine! Plan B.
I'll disable the tracker

the same way
I short-circuited

the homing beacon that
Shepherd swallowed.

I think I was in jail back then,
so I don't really know

exactly what you did there,
but just do whatever you gotta--

Aagh! Aghh...
(Taser clacking)

There we go.
Okay.

(shuffling footsteps)

(gun cocks)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(shouts)

Uhh!

Uhh!
(beep)

All right, good to go!
Blow it!

(explosion)

♪♪

(grunting,
punches thudding)

Gah!

Keep up.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What--
Don't! Hey!

(Weller)
Drop your gun!
Sorry, what?

We both know that
he's not gonna shoot.

We don't both
know that!
Hey!

'Cause his bosses
did a deal

to get one of
their own back.

And to get them back,
they need you alive.

Nobody said alive.
This is Rich Dotcom.

The North Koreans want
to silence this Turkish
pervert themselves.

Sorry, what is
your plan here?

Do you want to deny
the Supreme Leader

his vengeance 'cause
you got trigger-happy?

(grunting)

(gun cocks)

Hey! Are we really
gonna do this?

Yes, we have to.
(Rich)
I'm sorry, do what?

What is happening?

(Weller)
Jane's being held hostage.

We promised we'd kill him
to get her back.

Okay, well, I don't mind
if I do the honors--
No, no, no!

Rich, zero body count.

Okay, understood.
Okay.

Let's just make a little
exception this time.

No!
Please?

Rich, look at me.

We're not killing
anybody.

But we do need
proof of death.

If you're not
gonna kill me,

how do you plan
on getting that?

(machete clinks)

Well, I got
some good news...

and I got some bad news.

What's this?

It's proof of death.

Oh! My God,
this is sick.

I did not see
this coming.

It's going on
my wall, for sure.

Good.
Let's go, Jane.
Ah, not so fast.

I have to scan his prints,
make sure it's him.

It is him.
Here, look at that.

See?
That's yours.

(thumps photo on bar)
Yeah, great.

But, you see,
it's almost like

you don't want me to scan
his prints.

My Russian colleagues have
this great saying.

"Trust, but verify."

So, who did it?
How'd he die?

I did it.
I broke his neck.

I couldn't exactly carry him
out of a blacksite,

or across the border,
could I?

I brought you
the next best thing.

Well, his head would have
been the next best thing,

but this is cool too,
I guess, unless of course

you're lying and it's not--
(beep)

Oh... look at that.

It's him!
Totally verified.

You're free to go.
This was fun.

(Jane)
See ya around, Sho.

Now that you're operating
in the black,

you want another job?

No, thanks.
Sorry, what?

I can't hear you
all the way up there
on your high horse!

See, I started off with
a moral code too, you know?

This life catches up
to you sooner or later.

Only question is...
when.

♪♪

(Madeline)
How could you let them escape?

You had them!

What happened
at the blacksite?

The CIA has disavowed
any knowledge of a breach,

but Madeline does
not look happy.

Makes me think
that the team got
away... with Rich.

So what happens now?

Now, we interfere with
the investigation.

We make sure nothing
leads back to the team.

We're doing it, Afreen.

We are the resistance.

The team is the offense,
we're the defense.

I haven't felt
this hopeful in months.

Madeline doesn't have

the control
she thinks she has.

We are gonna
win this thing.

Where do you want us?
Everywhere.

Sorry, who is this?

Someone I can trust.

She's gonna find
your friends.

♪♪

(door opens)

(Rich)
Oh!

I'm so glad
you're all right.

You too.

Where's Reade?

Is he workin' on
another part of the rescue?

Or is, uh... is he stuck
in another country?

I mean, he's coming, right?

♪♪

He's not coming.

(bed squeaks)

(gun cocks)

Easy!
Relax.

Oh, is this how
it's gonna be from now on?

The two of you just sneaking off
to do it all the time?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I was brushing
my teeth.

(Weller)
Well, now that
I'm awake,

I'm gonna go
and find my wife.

(phone buzzing)

Hello?
Listen to me, it's me.

Madeline knows where you are.
She's ordered a drone strike.

Get underground now!

(loud whooshing)

(gasps)

(screams)
No!

(muffled groaning)

Kurt!

Hey-- What--
Hey! Hey!

Are you okay?
(grunting)

I think I've broken some ribs,
but I'm okay.

Is-- is anyone else...

I can see Patterson.

I think she's unconscious.
I'm gonna dig her out!

Okay.
I'm coming to help.

(rubble clattering)

(Reade)
Don't! Jane, don't.

If it shifts again,
I won't have any room.

(Zapata wheezing)

I need all the room
I can get.

(Jane)
Where's Zapata?

She-- she's pinned
underneath me.

She can't breathe
underneath the weight.

(wheezing)

You okay?
(grunting)

We gotta get
out of here.
Okay.

(panting)

We gotta get 'em out!
Hold on.

(Reade)
Okay... stay cool...

(grunting)
I'm gonna dig her out.

No!
Ahh!

I'm gonna lift up so--

so Tasha can get out.

You can't lift it.
It's too much weight.

(wheezing)
Kurt, there's no time. I--

Reade!
I can lift it,
I just can't hold--

I just can't hold it.

No!
Kurt, listen.

Listen, I'm gonna
lift up.

(Zapata groaning)
Soon as I can,

you're gonna pull Tasha
clear, okay?

Okay.
(grunts)

(Reade)
We're gonna
save you, okay?

Okay, I got you,
all right?

(Reade)
You ready?

(Reade and Weller groaning,
debris crumbling)

(all straining)

(rubble clattering)

Let go of me.
Let go of me!

Let go!
Reade!

(crying)

(weakly)
Hey, Tasha.

(softly)
Hi... hang on.

I can't move. I...

I'm gonna get you
out of here.

You gotta go.

Go before it all
caves in.

I'm not leaving.

You gotta.
You gotta go.

(sniffling)
You gotta... Kurt!

I-I know.

(sobbing)
Tasha, we gotta go.

(sobbing)
Come on.

Come on!
(Weller)
Tasha!

To the end, right?

(sobbing)
No...

This is it, babe.

I'm not leaving you.

(sniffling)
Y-You're not.

You've got me.

Always.

And I-- I've got you.

I got... I got you.

♪♪

(rumbling, rubble falling)

(grunting)

Tasha! Tasha!

It's time.

(panting)

(Weller grunting)

(echoing)
Tasha, come on!

Patterson!
Come on!

♪♪

(rumbling)

I can't believe Reade's
actually gone.

♪♪

(Zapata)
He didn't
need to die.

It's on us.

Yeah, we never should've run
that last op in Iceland.

If we had cut and run
like I wanted, right?

Whatever.

Doesn't matter now.

That's not what
Reade wanted.

He didn't want
to cut and run.

He wanted to fix this.

Get our jobs back,
clear our names.

No.

That's what
you wanted, Kurt.

And I just want
to be done!

We got Rich back,
we survived.

We can walk away.

No more tattoos, no rescues,
no taking down Madeline

or clearing our names--
we can be done!

With all of it!

We can't stop now.

Of course we can.

We have someone
sending us tattoos.

(Zapata)
I know that.

I'm saying we can stop...
but we won't.

Even when we want to.

And that is the worst part.

Just...

I just keep wondering
what else it's gonna cost us.

♪♪

Who are they?

These people you
brought in, who are they?

An inter-departmental
task force.

Don't give me that.
I ran their IDs.

They came back empty,
like, way too empty.

Who are they,
Madeline?

It seemed to me
that people here

had a certain affinity
for the rogue agents.

You know, they remember
the way things were

and they seem
somehow unmotivated

to bring their former
colleagues to justice,

so I outsourced the manhunt
to people who are motivated.

What does that mean,
you "outsour--"

What, are you telling me
you hired mercenaries?

No. Of course not.

You hired mercenaries.

This paper requires
your signature.

You should really
think about calling them

"private contractors,"
however.

You know,
it plays better.

Listen, you can't--
I can!

I can.
It's what the CIA does,

and now it's what
we do.

Well, I am not
your puppet, Madeline.

And I am not your shield.

Oh, stop clutching
your pearls, Matthew.

It's not the first time
you've been pressured to act.

(distorted voice)
You thought you could use
a drone to solve your problems.

(Weitz)
What do you want?

And it won't be
the last.

♪♪

(slams pen down)

♪♪

(sighs)

Hmm.

Who do you think
they are?

Our mystery friend?
I don't know.

But we need to figure it out,
and we need to find them.

I've missed you.

Me too.

(chuckles softly,
kisses Jane's head)

So, I guess your, uh,

early Sandstorm days
are about to pay off.

I think you might just
be able to take down

a corrupt FBI after all.
(chuckles)

Yeah.
Who saw that coming?

Yeah.

Hmm.

It's, uh...
(clears throat)

...not exactly SIOC, is it?

This is gonna take a little
bit of getting used to.

Well, you'll get there.

I don't want to.

Being this far
off the grid,

operating in the black...

it's not me.

As much as I like
calling the shots...

(scoffs)

This one...

it's all you.

You're gonna get us
through this.

You will get us all home.

We may not have everything
that we used to have,

but we do have
everything we need.

(door squeaks)

Oh, hey.
I was going to grab

another one
of Weller's shirts.

This one has kind of
run its course already.

I didn't realize
anyone was in here.

Yes, you did.

Yes, I did.

I just wanted to thank you
for coming to get me.

From the sounds of things,
you didn't exactly want to.

Which I totally get.
I mean...

there's no way I would have
done that for you.

So, we're good?

Yeah, well, as long as
we're being honest...

I should mention I knew where
you were for almost a month.

A month?

Okay, that's a little
harder to hear.

It was kind of
a tough month for me.

I don't know
if you-- yeah.

But, again, I probably

would have done
the same thing, I think.

Probably.

Did you... want to talk
about anything else?

No.

I don't want
to talk about him.

(softly)
Okay.

♪♪

I'm so angry, Rich.

I hurt all the time.

He was right there
in front of me.

I-I didn't...

I couldn't believe
what was happening.

And I didn't say good-bye,
or thank you...

or anything.

And now it's too late.

♪♪

It's not too late.

Tasha, if you have things
you want to tell him,

you can tell him now.

♪♪

(Zapata)
This is for Reade...

for being in our lives
and for saving mine.

I won't run.
I won't quit.

I'll keep fighting.

We all will.

This won't be the last time
we think about you.

Or talk about you.

Or say your name.

♪♪

(Zapata)
I love you.

I got you.

Always.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(rhythmic beeping)

(man gasping)

(man grunting softly)

How was your first day?

Enlightening.
Hmm.

I'll find
your fugitives.

My people are the best
at what they do.

Just don't forget
what you promised us.

Here's your prototype.

(clink, gas hissing)

(man grunting)

(gagging and sputtering)

♪♪

♪♪

(man)
Greg, move your head.