All language subtitles for Blindspot 508

(man grunting)

(hitting, grunting)

(Jane)
Locations locked.

You'll always be
my little boy.

This is a waste of time.

I say we put a bullet
in his head and clear out

before someone misses him.

No one's gonna miss him.
Keep at it.

Wait.

There may be another way
to get what we want from him.

(keys clacking)

(Jane clears throat)

You've been watching
that a lot.

Allie's hidden message.

"Mission is a go."
What mission?

What's she trying
to tell us to do?

Are you sure that's
what's bothering you?

The mother of your daughter
is currently under the thumb

of a psychopath.

It's okay to be worried
about her.

(Patterson)
Hey.

There's been more movement
on the tracker

you guys placed
on Madeline's ZIP.

After flying from Budapest
to Morocco yesterday,

it just left
a port in Tangier.

Destination?

It's impossible to say.

But we have to assume
that she's consolidated

all batches of ZIP,
including the canisters

that we weren't able
to neutralize in Libya.

Have we intercepted
any new messages

between Madeline and Ivy?

Just the last one
where Madeline sent to Ivy,

"Stay in position.
I'm coming to you."

So we know
they're meeting up,

but we have no idea where.
What about her son?

Have you heard from him again?

Not since
his original message

saying that he'd help us.

I'm starting
to get worried.

Okay, so Allie sent us
a message

that feels incomplete,

Ivy and Madeline
have gone silent,

your asset is M.I.A.,

and our only move
is to do nothing.

Uh, don't forget the ZIP
is on the move.

(whistling)

(Rich, mimics Irish accent)
Crewmen Weller, Doe, Patterson,

and Zapata, please report
to the Lido Deck on the double.

The Lido Deck?

He's in a nautical phase
right now.

Just... be happy
he didn't call us seamen.

Would you follow me, please?

(grunting)

(bell ringing)

After setting a course
to trawl the abyss

of all human knowledge...

You searched the Internet.

...I caught a big one.

Jane's Cerberus tat--

Jane's Cerberus tattoo.
(clears throat)

I found it in the same ad

in "The New York Spectator,"

the "Denver Times,"
and the "Cape Town Daily News."

Three places
where Jane lived.

What's the company?
(Rich) Oh, it doesn't exist.

Real ad, fake company.
Real Jane tattoo.

Somebody wanted us
to see this.

Okay, so let's
get to solving.

That's it?
"Let's get to solving it"?

Come on, people.
I get it.

You have a lot on your minds,
but... these are the tattoos.

We used to love these.

And we still have
the tracker on the ZIP

and we have a back door

to Madeline and Ivy's
private communications.

We are this close
to having everything we need

to take them down.

So, what I would like to do

is go back 20 seconds

and let's try this again.

Okay.

Real ad, fake company,
real tattoo,

somebody wanted us
to see this.

Rich and Patterson,
let's do what you do best.

(Rich)
All right.

That is much better.

Just a little more
to the right.

Ooh, perfect.

Now let's move
the surface table

one foot closer
to where I'm standing.

Director Weitz.

A word, please?

You're finally making
the place your own.
What?

No. I'm not making
the lab my own.

I-- I'm just doing
some temporary redecorating

until Patterson gets back.
Yeah, whatever.

I'm making
small talk, Afreen.

I don't, you know, care.

I need your help.
No.

You don't even know what
I'm asking for yet.

The last time I helped you,

you were actually
helping Madeline.

I know, but technically
I was helping Madeline,

but that's only because
her lawyer surely has

all this leverage on me.

What kind of leverage?

That is not relevant.

You want my help.
I need to know everything.

I fabricated evidence

that kept a guilty person
from walking.

And?
He didn't.

As bad as that is,
and it is very bad,

I don't believe for a second
that's all she's got on you.

It's the truth--

Okay, listen, listen,
listen, um...

as part of a cover-up,
I kinda sorta commissioned

a drone strike
on U.S. soil

that killed
an American citizen

who we didn't have
any actual proof
committed any crimes.

I know it's bad,
but I'm trying
to land some points here.

If we could just
take a quick peek
at Shirley's computer,

then we would know who else
they were leveraging.

If we could find out
who else she's blackmailing,

then we would know
who to trust

and who we couldn't.

And we can start unraveling
her base from within.

Yes. Now, I don't know
if you've noticed this,

but Madeline and Ivy
and her whole goon squad,

they're not
in the office today.

Which can't be good.

So this might be
our only chance

to use the FBI resources
to do this thing.

I need to clear out the lab.
Come back at noon.

Thank you.
You know, I am not
doing this for you.

I'm doing this
for the team.

Yeah, well, I mean,
so am-- so am I.

You think Allie
has been sending us

the tattoos?
Think about it.

What if her message
wasn't for us?

What if she's been
working with someone else

to send us those tattoos?

So the message was for them
to put out those newspaper ads.

Well, according to Rich,
the ads were bought

not long after
Allie's press conference.

So the timing works out.
Yeah.

(sighs)

(keys clacking)
What'd you got?

The boat full of ZIP,

the picture's a little
clearer now.

We may have hacked
into a Russian satellite.

So looks like
they're hiding

the container of ZIP
amidst normal cargo

to get past security.

Only so many ports
can dock a ship that size.

Yeah, and that's
the scary part.

(computer chirping)

(Weller)
It's headed for America.

This is how Madeline
is getting ZIP

onto U.S. soil
for an attack.

(Patterson)
Ivy sent Madeline a message.

(Zapata)
"On the move. Ready to strike."

Maybe she means
like a labor strike.

You know, union issues?
Is that a thing?

This is not a popover.

Once that ship
hits the dock...

Madeline is gonna use
all that ZIP on America.

♪♪

How long before the ship
gets to America?

Well, depending
on where it docks,

it could be less
than 24 hours.

We've still got the trackers.

Not after the ZIP
is in the weapons.

After that, we'll just be
tracking empty canisters.

Once that ZIP is weaponized,

Madeline can move it
around the United States

without detection.

Eh, America had a good run.

Do we know what
the tattoo says yet?

Not completely.
The tattoo itself

decodes to a secure FTP site

just like the blackbird
tattoo did.

But unlike the blackbird tattoo,

this site contains
a very complex,

very processor-heavy digital
puzzle for us to solve.

Given the extra security,

it probably leads
to something more important

than the blackbird.

Hey, the blackbird
led to me.

Yeah, I know what I said.

So we need to find out
what it is

before we make our next move.

Well, if the ZIP reaches
its destination,

we won't have a next move.

Yeah, but crossing
into the States

with targets on our backs

while the FBI, CIA, NSA,
they're all hunting us.

And that's far too risky
without all the information.

Hold on, we might have
another option.

What if I could locate

whoever's been sending
these to us?

I thought you said
that was impossible.

It was when we had one or two
tattoos to work with.

Now we have a third
data point.

Okay, so if I can compare
the digital signatures

from all three,

filter out the noise...

(computer chirping)
Here we go.

Okay.

Looks like they're in Malta.

Who do we know in Malta?

(Zapata)
Keaton.

Just before Iceland,
the CIA exiled him

to a small outpost there.

How small?
Just him.

I can go.
If he's still there,

I can tell him
about the ZIP

so he can warn
the proper channels.

And then he can tell you
what's in this digital puzzle.

(Rich)
Whoa, hang on a second.

What if it's not Keaton?

You just gonna knock
on the CIA's door

and hope for a friendly face?

I mean, I know that time
is of the essence here,

but so is not
getting blacksited.

I'll be careful.
Okay, go.

She's spying for two.

Hey. Wa-wa-wa-wait.

(sighs)
Take this.

Key chain
with a kitty on it?

It's a virtual pet.

You push the buttons
to keep it alive.

Is this for baby practice?

I know you have
to feed them.

No, no, no, no, no.

It is a communications
device in disguise.

We are so close
to figuring out

Madeline's whole plan.

Your next move might
not be to come back here.

This is gonna tell you
what your next move is.

Got it.

Left button gives it water,
right button gives it food,

and you tap its nose
to give it affection.

Bye, Patterson.
Bye.

Okay, I think I got it.

Shirley's computer.

Oh, this guy...

I hate this...
I hate him so much.

Okay, how do we-- where,
um, where do we start?

There's a folder
just marked "H."

Yeah, good, that could
be Helios maybe, right?

Yes! That's it.

This is all the people
they're leveraging.

That is a lot of people.

Lucas Nash, I, neh,
that makes a lot of sense.

We can't be killing
FBI agents.

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

There's congressmen
and cabinet members.

The head of INTERPOL
is on here.

And tons of FBI personnel.

Michael Deigh,
Tess Rimmel.

Afreen Iqbal.
(gasping)

Uh-oh. Yeah.
Miss Holier Than Thou

has a closet
full of skeletons.

Or full of nothing.

It's good work
being a good person.

Okay, let's just copy
all these folders

so we have proof of blackmail,
and then I will

get to work trying
to limit the power
of these people.

Um, you're not planning

on blackmailing
these people yourself.
No.

I never even thought
about that...

until just now.

But no, that's--
No, I'm not doing that.

You ever hear the expression
"a watched pot never boils"?

Got it.

Hey, you're right.

This is taking
too long to solve.

We could lose track
of the ZIP.

I don't know.
Like you said,

they sent this to us
for a reason.

(Rich)
Hey, uh, not to sway

you guys one way or the other,
but I just found out

a friend in
the import/export business

has a cargo plane heading
to the East Coast of the U.S.,

a plane that will
bypass customs.

You know, if you wanna
stop a ship and a ZIP
or whatever.

When does it leave?
Oh, you got time.

It's... an hour.

So you gotta decide
right now.

Done.
Let's get going.

Wait, wait, what about
waiting for the tattoo

to get solved?

Tasha is about to land
in Malta any second.

Hopefully she can get
the answer from the source.

Hey, I'm gonna solve it.

Just have a little
faith, people.

If your gut says
that we need to get moving,

let's move.

Great. Okay,
I'll tell him you're in.

Oh, you guys aren't allergic

to any endangered
animals, are you?

Why?
No reason.

Are you? No.
It's really important.

We'll find out.
Great. Yeah.

I guess so.

Great work, Afreen.
Hmm...

"Hmm"?
What's that mean, hmm?

I mean it's great
that we know

who Madeline is blackmailing.

But she's still
blackmailing them.

What if we could free
these people

from her control right now?

What? You mean
like delete the files?

I'm sure Shirley has them
backed up somewhere.

Oh, he does.

And if I delete the files,
he'll just restore them

from his cloud-based,
off-site digital hub.

But if I corrupt them,

the way Shirley's system
is set up,

I may be able to use
those corrupted files

to override the originals
in the cloud.

Then they'd be unopenable
and unrecoverable.

What? Seriously?
That-- Do that.

That's the one to do.
Okay.

Well, this may take a while.

You may want to get
some coffee.

I'm wired. I'm good.

Um, I meant for me.
Decaf americano.

And a blueberry scone.
(laughs)

Oh, you...

Hmm.
All right.

Madeline Burke...
(keys clacking)

...say good-bye
to your blackmail.

(phone vibrating)

Bonjour, Frederic.
How go things at INTERPOL?

(Frederic)
This may be nothing
to write about,

but I just sent you
a civilian's photo

our computers say
has a 33% chance

of being Tasha Zapata.

It's probably not her,
but I thought

you'd want to see for yourself.

(phone chimes)

Yeah, that's her.

Um, uh, where did you
say this was?

A port on the southern
tip of Italy.

Great.
Thank you, Frederic.

Let's go.

(engine starts)

♪♪

(doorbell rings)

Tasha.

Hey, Keaton.

You sent us a message.

How did you find me?

Patterson.
Come in.

I thought I covered
my tracks.

And she uncovered them.

Wow, Jake, this is...
(chuckles)

It's cozy.

Welcome to CIA purgatory.

You shouldn't have
come here.

I had to.
We're out of time.

We guessed it was you and Allie
sending us the tattoos

and thought we'd cut out
the middleman.

You guessed right.

But it's not just us.

Despite being harassed,
falsely accused,

and wrongfully imprisoned
for horrible crimes,

Ms. Burke never wavered
in her resolve

or her efforts to help the FBI.
(phone vibrating)

(Madeline)
Thank you, Director Weitz.

And might I say that

your commitment
to your current position

is inspiring.

And I am deeply honored

that you've chosen me
to lead

your new Civilian Oversight
Committee.

And as my first act
in that role, I would like...

♪♪

(indistinct chatter)

(doorbell rings)

(beep)

Can I help you?

Kurt, Jane,
Patterson, Zapata--

they're on the run
and they need our help.

The CIA sent me here
because they don't trust me.

I can't leave this outpost,
let alone this island,

without raising
a million red flags.

You don't have
to go anywhere.

My family is living
off the grid.

I can be your arms and legs.

I'm so happy
that your family's safe,

but mine isn't.

Are you telling me
you can't get CIA intel

that could help the team?

What intel?

For starters,
where's Rich Dotcom?

You think we have him?
I think you might.

Is there any way
you can find out?

You shouldn't be here.

Big Brother's been
watching me

ever since the Tattoo Squad
went on the run.

So why not disappear
like the rest of us?

Sometimes the best place
to hide is in plain sight.

Or maybe now that you're
finally enjoying the life

of a successful artist,
you're not ready

to give that up yet.

Look, the FBI's got Rich.

What do you expect me
to do about it?

That's the thing.
They don't.

The CIA does.

And we've got solid intel

he's about to be sent
to North Korea.

My God.

So help me pull him
out of it.

We need to get
a secure message

to Weller and his team.

We don't know
where they are.

But I know
you're very creative.

I am, aren't I?

Do you have a cool hoodie?

♪♪

(Madeline)
That's a signal.

I want them found.
All of them.

Someone sent us a message.

(Jane) Who?
I don't know.

An old friend,
a new one.

And that's how it started.

After you sprung Rich,

Boston went
underground, too.

Probably smart.
Yeah, not smart enough.

I haven't heard from Boston
since Madeline found Allie.

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

No, but we got
the Cerberus tattoo.

What does it mean?
I don't know.

That one was from Boston,

and he wouldn't tell us
what it was.

But it was sent from here.
Yeah.

He left it with me.
He told me to release it

if one of us ever
got caught.

How you holding up?

What?

I heard about Reade.

I'm really sorry
he didn't make it.

I know how close
you two were.

And these are the buttons
that love it, feed it,

and keep it alive.
(scoffs)

(beeping)
A bear?

Why? 'Cause I'm scruffy?

No, because
like a mama bear,

anyone who gets between
you and your cubs

will get torn to shreds.
Hmm.

Also, you are scruffy.

(Jane)
Hey, don't complain.

I got a baby flamingo.
(chuckling)

Hey, flamingos
are very fierce creatures.

They're adaptable
to any environment.

Their legs can repel acid.

They can...
swallow boiling water.

Yes, and also I ran out
of options,

and I figured
you wouldn't want Rich's possum.

Speaking of which,
are you sure you're gonna be

okay if you're
left alone with him?

Rich I can handle.

You two are going
into the belly of the beast.

Please don't die.

Yeah.

As soon as we can tell

which port the ZIP
is gonna dock at,

we will let you know
via the virtual pets.

What?

I was just thinking
about how you push buttons

to look after us.

We're kinda like
your virtual pets.

(Weller)
You're right.

Thanks for keeping us
alive out there.

Most days, yeah,
I don't know what's worse,

the grief or the survivor's
guilt, but...
Yeah.

...from the way
you are moving,

it doesn't look like
you've been having it
so easy yourself.

(chuckles)
Right. Oh.

Perils of living
in CIA exile.

When you slip in the shower,

you can't just go down
to urgent care.

Well, I've been told
it could get you back

in the Agency's good graces.

Madeline's moving ZIP
across the Atlantic

to the U.S.
to be weaponized.

How do you know?
We've been tracking
some of it.

Look, you've got to get
word back to D.C.

Whoa, whoa, so you're
tracking Madeline's ZIP?

Way to bury the lead.
What else do you all know?

Not enough and Weller
doesn't want us to move on

until we have intel
from the Cerberus tattoo.

Like I said, that was
Boston's thing,

so tell me more
about this tracker.

Since when do you not cover
the camera on your laptop?

Pretty weird time
to be less paranoid.

I took it off to chat
with Cindy and Erin.

I must've forgot
to put it back on.

How is the family?

They've been better.

Who's watching us right now?

I'm sorry, Tasha.

♪♪

Ooh, geez, you gotta
feed this thing a lot.

Okay, Penelope Possum,

you're gonna be
a stocky possum.

Oh, this is so frustrating.

Every time I solve
one quadrant of this thing,

the whole thing shifts
and then it gives me

another part to solve.

It's like it's a...
This puzzle is...

...toying with us.

Oh, my God.
What?

Oh, no, no, no.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What are you doing?

It's a trap.
What?

The more time
we spend solving it,

the more we give away.

Give away?
Wait, wait.

What are we giving away?

Our location.

Whoa, that wasn't you,
was it?

It's too late.
They're already here.

Madeline and Ivy found us.

Remove your sidearm
and slide it over.

How long have you been
working for Madeline Burke?

That's who's watching us
right now, isn't it?

I didn't wanna do this.

Is anything
you told me true?

All of it.

Look, we were helping you.

Me, Boston, and Allie.

And then Madeline found me.

That's why you're limping?

She tortured you?

Yeah.

(hitting)

(groans, sighs)

(Ivy)
This is a waste of time.

There may be another way
to get what we want from him.

That's all it took
to give us up?

She has my wife,
my daughter.

Who else is helping you?

Who else knows
about the ZIP?

I can help you.
Okay?

Just put the gun down

and let's get outta here
before they come up here.

Please, Tasha,
she's gonna kill my family.

She doesn't care
about your family.

She's going to kill you.

The second I tell you
what she wants to know,

the second she realizes
she doesn't need you anymore,

you are dead.

We both are.
Now we need to go.

Look, there's
no time for that,

but I have a plan
if you just tell me

what she wants to know.

We'll take it from here.
(Keaton) I got this.

No, you don't.

Stand down, Mr. Keaton.

Your services are
no longer required.

Good luck.

(gasps)

(panting)

(Madeline)
We tried it his way.

Now we'll try it mine.

Madeline and her people
will be here any second.

(sighs)

We need to protect
this device at all costs.

Intercepting her private
messages will be

the only thing
we have to take her down.

This is not over.

I have laid enough thermites

to melt every piece
of equipment in this bunker.

All we gotta do
is get topside

and pull out this baby,
flip the switch,

and poof, they don't
know what we know
and what we don't.

Is that enough to destroy
the hard drives?

This'll be enough
to destroy everything.

Okay.

I'm gonna send Armageddon
message to the team.

Hopefully Jane and Weller
made it to the surface.

Uh, they stopped before
they got to the top.

Forget the surface,
I don't think

they got off the elevator.
(beeping)

(metal creaking, banging)

(sighs)

Piece of junk.

No, it's not that.

(key chain beeping, chirping)

(Jane)
Wait, stop!

What?
Madeline just found us.

Must've cut the power.

They're about
to breach the bunker.

How many people do you think
are waiting for us

on the other side
of that door?

I almost got it.
Yeah.

You said that
ten minutes ago.

What-- what is this?
What is-- what is--

What is this?

Once I hit this button,

all of this blackmail
material is gone.

Yes. That's-- that's
the whole--

That's the whole
point, isn't it?

Even yours.

I'm literally giving you
a get-out-of-jail-free card.

No, no, no, no, no.
You are helping
to stop Madeline

by destroying the power
she has over, yes me,

but dozens of other people.

When you click
this button,

all the people in this list,
they'll be free

and they'll no longer
have to do Madeline's
bidding anymore.

I know you wanna be
the kind of person

that does the right thing.

I just still don't know
if you will.

I guess we're
about to find out.

(beep, chirping)

Okay, do you know
where you're going?

Yes, the path
of least resistance.

This looks like
a bunch of resistance.

That is why
I brought the thermite.

Ah...

This is all my fault.

I led them
straight to us

and I should have known
that that puzzle was a trap.

Hey, hey, you can't
think like that, okay?

Like what?
Like this was

the biggest mistake
of my life?

Like I single-handedly
brought down this
entire operation

like I-I-I-I...
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Do you wanna know a secret?
What?

Pretty much
my whole life,

like since preschool,
I've been certain

that I'm the smartest
person in the room.

That's not a secret.
You say that all the time.

And it's this certainty
that allowed me

to go to some
very dark places

where I acted on my worst
possible instincts.

But then I met you guys.

And all of a sudden,

I'm not the smartest
person in the room anymore

because that person is you.

Yeah.
I have spent the better part

of the last four years

in perpetual awe
of your genius.

What? Really?
Yeah.

If we have to find
another hideout,

if we catch Madeline tomorrow
instead of today,

I say...
big schlemiel.

Because I know we will.

Because there is nobody
I have more confidence in

in the entire world
than you,

including me.

You have a backlog
of those speeches

filed away, don't you?

You should hear the one
I have written

for when Zapata's kid says
she wants to be an actor.

(indistinct shouting)
Whoa.

Damn it, they're coming in
the same way we're going out.

Please say
you have a Plan B.

I always have a Plan B.

Okay. Whoa.
(banging, elevator moving)

Wait, you got it?
No.

That's not me.

Whoever's up there
is bringing us to them.

And the only way out
is through that door.

If it's Ivy
and the Dabbur Zann
out there...

Let's hope we got
enough ammo.

Whatever happens,
I love you.

I love you, too.

All right.
Yeah.

Let's do this.

(officer)
Czech police!

Come out with your hands
where we can see them.

Ivy's using the local police
as a shield.

She knows
we won't kill cops.

I repeat, come out
with your hands

where we can see them.

We're coming out.

We're dropping our weapons.

(officer)
Don't move.

Thank you
for your assistance.

My people will take it
from here.

Come on.
(grunts)

Let's move.

We've got Weller and Doe.

We're clear to breach
the bunker and get the others.

This way. Come on.

Okay.

This is your Plan B?
A dead end?

No, this is Plan B.

These tunnels
are full of refuge spots

in the event of a cave-in.

When they completed
these tunnels,

some of them
were filled in...

(grunts)

...and others went
straight to the surface.

And are you sure
that this is one of them?

Pretty sure.

Great, yeah.
That's the level

of confidence
you wanted.

What's happening?
What?

The main bunker's
been breached.

You gotta set
the trigger now

before they get
to the server room.
Okay.

You know what,
you found this place,

you should do the honors
of blowing it to smithereens.

(click)

(click)

(click)

That's funny.

There should be
a loud kaboom

and then the sound
of a bunch of stuff
collapsing.

Servers are still
operational.

Do you think
Ivy's jamming us?

What? There's no way.

I'm using a microspectrum
that operates independent

of all known comm
frequencies.

And yeah, she's definitely
jamming us.

Okay, time for Plan B.

Wait, whoa-whoa-whoa...

We got a perfectly good
Plan B right here.

I gotta get to the computers
before Madeline finds them.

You get outta here.
I got this.

Like hell you do.

(sighs)

I know about your hideout
in Prague.

So there's
no point stalling

until your friends
come rescue you

because they won't.

The tattoo wasn't
just to trap me.

You--
Always a bright one.

Now let's talk.
Who is helping you?

Besides Sho Ahktar,
Allison Knight,

Jake Keaton,
and Boston Arliss Crab.

Oh... and my son.

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

Neither does he...

anymore.

You zipped
your own child?

You left me no choice.

Now who else is helping you?

Go to hell.

Things are never easy
with you, are they, Tasha?

Tie her up.

(door creaks)

Okay.

In retrospect,
the ship motif

was a little
on the nose.

All right, where'd
you put the thermite?

Ah...

The entire ceiling
is lined with it.

It's gonna be
like Pompeii in here.

Where's the ignition point?
Whoop.

Okay.

It's gonna take me a minute
to get this radio detonator

turned into a timed one.

When the countdown starts,
they'll be no turning back.

Hey, where you going?

I am gonna buy you
that minute.

I'm meet you back
at the crawlspace.

No, no, no. Hey, Rich, Rich.
What?

I was wrong.
Okay, you need to stop

blaming yourself
for the tattoo trap.

No, no, no, I-- I'm not--
I'm not talking about that.

When we first met,
I said

some very not-nice
things about you.

Yeah, well, I tend
to bring that out in people.

I called you
a decent hacker.

Oh, yeah.

You are the best hacker
I know.

And you're a pretty
awesome person, too.

Now can you please
go out there

and do whatever
you need to do

and get the hell
outta here?

Aye-aye, Captain.

(Jane sighs)

You think Rich and Patterson
are okay?

(sighs)
You were right.

We should've stayed.

We could be in there
helping them right now.

If we'd all left
when you first wanted to,

none of us would've been
here when Ivy came.

You think
we'll get out of this?

(chuckles)

With Patterson, Rich,
and Tasha still out there?

Yeah, I like our chances.

You manipulated my son
against me.

Manipulated?

All I did was tell him
the truth,

that you killed his father.

Is it worth it?

You once said you wanted

to restore
your family to greatness,

but at this rate, you won't
have any family left to restore.

Give us a minute.

Do you remember
that day we first met?

What to do about you?

I thought you were special.

That is why
I let you live.

I read your jacket.

I saw how you went
from the NYPD

to the FBI to the CIA.

I saw a woman
who wanted to be

in control
of her own destiny.

I thought I saw
a kindred spirit.

What I didn't see

was the trail
of destruction you leave.

Everywhere you went,

you left bodies
behind--

your NYPD partner,

and then
your FBI partner,

and now your CIA partner!

They're all dead.

But Reade...

Well, that was different.

Reade was a little bit
more than just a partner,

wasn't he?

(grunting)

(screaming)

(Madeline choking)

Get off of me!
Stop, stop!

I want her alive.
I want her alive.

(whispering)
Come on.

(beeping)

(beeping continues)

It's a bomb!

(whispering)
Okay, okay.

(beep)

Yes!

Come on,
let's make a move.
Hang on.

Just setting the timer.

Come on.

Come on!
Here we go, let's go.

(slow music plays over gunfire)

♪♪

(music plays over dialogue)

(music continues over dialogue)

(banging on door)
What's going on?

Is it them?
I can't tell.

Rich! Rich.
Hey.

Rich, Rich?
Hey.

Rich...
where's Patterson?

Rich, where is she?

Did she make it out?

(Jane panting)

Your orders were
to arrest all of them.

The lab technician died

trying to destroy
their hard drives.

Did she succeed?
They used thermite.

The server room's cooked
to a thousand degrees.

Nothing could survive that.

These people just don't
know when to give up.

Even in death,
they're an annoyance.

Keep the arrests
under wraps for now.

I want to control
the narrative on this.

Who's dead?

Who's dead?

Uh, exc-- um,
excuse me.

Matthew Weitz,
Director of the FBI.

Maybe don't push me.
You cleared your calendar
for the rest of the day.

Yeah, because I am
on my way to D.C.

to let everyone
who Madeline was blackmailing

know that they no longer
have to do her bidding.
Funny.

I missed the travel memo
on that.

Yeah, well, you know how
paperwork is, excuse me.

If I didn't know any better,
I'd think now that Madeline's

leverage on you is gone,
you're running, like a coward.

Because now that
she can't arrest you,

you're afraid she's going
to kill you.

Yeah, well,
good thing you know better.

Excuse me.

The team is still out there.

You can't just
abandon them.

Look, with Madeline,
you either end up

in prison
or in the grave.

I only took care
of one of those things.

I gotta do
what I gotta do.

No. You are choosing
to do this.

You are choosing to run.
(sighs)

I really hoped that
I was wrong about you.

(elevator dings)

♪♪

Congratulations,
Director Weitz.

You just made
the arrest of the century.

Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention, please.

You all did excellent work.

This was a real
team effort.

We managed to arrest
all of them,

save for Patterson.

So Patterson
is still out there?

In a matter
of speaking, yes.

The Czech authorities
should be collecting

her remains about now.

So I'd like you
to prepare the lab

for a post-mortem
analysis.

Carry on.

(sad music playing)

(sad music continues)

(Zapata's voice)
You zipped your own child?

Was it worth it?

(woman)
Director Burke?

We're ready for you.

Ah.

(Madeline clears throat)

Hello, thank you all
for coming.

After months
of coordinated efforts

by law enforcement agencies
across the globe,

I am happy to report
that the rogue FBI agents

responsible for the attack
on Air Force One,

the attack on our power grid,

and attacks on American citizens
too numerous to mention,

have finally been arrested.
(handcuffs clicking)

The fugitives were apprehended
at a safe house in Prague.

Four of the five
were taken without incident.

A fifth chose to take
her own life

rather than be captured.

The hunt is over.

Their campaign of terror
has ended.

Today is a new day in America.

A brighter day,

a better day,
a safer day.

♪♪

(man)
Greg, move your head.