All language subtitles for Blindspot.S04E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

♪♪

Tasha.
Madeline.

I've just sent you a file.

There's something on
Kira Evans' hard drive

that requires our attention.

What do you make of it?

♪♪

I'd say it's a problem.

Or, perhaps,
an opportunity.

♪♪

You okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

What're you hiding
behind your back?

This is it.

He knows.

Kill him.

Jane?

What're you waiting for?

Look at him,
he knows you're not Jane.

His death will look
like natural causes.

You don't need him

to find a cure
for what's killing you.

Jane.

It's...

It's a poison.

For when I get worse.

When this ends,

it ends on my terms.

It's not gonna come to that.

We're going
to find a cure.
No.

Roman didn't.

You're not gonna die.

Please, give me
that damn needle.

Please, Jane.

Give it to me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, this is...

this is just so hard.

I know.

♪♪

You are so strong.

You can do this.

Right?
Yeah.

♪♪

I'm sorry, I've totally
forgotten your name.

Seriously?

It's loud in here.
I didn't hear you.

And look, I've been
trying to play it cool.

But I'm just realizing
there's no way

I'm gonna be able
to fake my way through

an entire evening with you
because I like you,

and I don't wanna just...

keep talking
and digging myself deeper.

Please stop me.Yeah, no, it's fine.

Lincoln. See,
I remember your name.

Points off for that.

Yeah, fair.
That's totally fair.

Lisa. My name is Lisa.

Lisa. Yeah.
Well, I could use
another drink, Lisa.

How about you?

Maybe just one more
kiss first?

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

I have to get going,

which means you
have to get going.

Right.
Yes, okay.

I'll just grab my stuff
and call a Lyft.

♪♪

Well, this was great.

It was.

But the whole night was...

Really, really fun.
Yeah.

So what do you
wanna do here?

Uh, do you wanna put
your number in my phone,

or I can give you mine
if you'd rather?

Uh, I'm good.

Rea
Uh, but you just said--

I'm good.

Thank you for
a good, fun night.

Fair enough.

So you gotta go
right this minute,

or do you have time for
a good, fun morning too?

Yeah.

♪♪

Brass tacks.

We got a lot of bad news.
Where's Agent Patterson?

She just texted,
she's running late.

I'm going anyway,
someone fill her in.

Tasha Zapata
was not onboard

Blake Crawford's plane
when it crashed.

She's alive.

I'm sorry,
how is that bad news?

Because she killed
Kira Evans.

Hank Crawford's lawyer?

Lawyer's a tad generous.
I was a lawyer.

Evans was Crawford's fixer.

Though she was shot
in her townhouse in Stockholm,

her daughter hid upstairs
and saw the shooter's face.

♪♪

This doesn't make any sense.Actually, it does.

Zapata was in Paris with Blake,
who had died on her plane

along with three other
HCI Global board members.

Then Kira Evans suddenly
turns up dead,

and Madeline Burke is named
HCI Global's new CEO.

It doesn't take
a genius to deduce.

So what do you think,
Zapata's Madeline's fixer now?

Idon't think that,
it's a fact pattern.

The fact pattern thinks it.

Tasha could still be
working for the CIA.

I don't think so,
they disavowed.

Keaton and his people
want answers just like we do.

I just can't believe
the Tasha I know

would do something
like this.

People change.

What do you mean, "change"?

I met Zapata through
a DOJ wiretap

because her gambling debts
were being leveraged by the CIA.

She was funneling

Tom Carter classified
FBI intelligence about Jane.

Did you not know that?
Well, I'd say

that's pertinent information
at this point.

Has that sketch been
made public yet?

No, I've told
the Swedish Police Authority

to keep it internal--
Zapata could be

the key to unlocking whatever

Madeline is planning
with HCI Global.

The last thing I want
is for her to know

that we are gunning for her.

Makes you wonder what else
we didn't know about her.

It's Rich.

He solved the tattoo.

What do you got?There's a domestic terrorist

at 14945 Coleman Street
in Flushing, Queens.

I suggest you bring backup.

That's the whole briefing?

Yeah, unless you wanna know
all the boring ways

I figured it out using

applied mathematics
and algorithms.

Nah, we're good.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Where's everyone going?

To catch
the Michelangelo Bomber.

What? Y-y-you just sent

your "got something" text
a minute ago.

Yeah, I run a tight ship.

Did you explain how solving
the Michelangelo tattoo

a few months ago provided
a clue for how to contact

one of the most notorious
bombers

No, I just told them
where he is.

I guess you didn't
explain that the bomber's
an artist of destruction,

that he's never been caught,

that he's gone dark,
presumed retired,

but we've been
monitoring his secret
communications channel

since we solved
this tattoo

and it just went active
this morning?

Eh, they just wanna
kick down doors.

They don't care
about the stuff
we do in here.

In here is where
the crime-solving happens.

This is
the interesting stuff.

They have
no idea what we do.

That is why
we show our work.

Okay, well, if you feel
so strongly about it,

show up on time
next time.

Where were you,
by the way?

Nothing.
My shower ran late.

I... slept over.
My alarm slept over.
I slept in,

uh, all alone.

What is... how much
time do we have?

Um, well, let's see.
Mad bomber lives in Queens,

the team should get there
in about 30 minutes,

and we brief
the Quantico recruits in five.

The shadowing thing is today?

That's the last thing I need.What

You don't wanna shape
impressionable young minds?

Hey, let's talk
Book of Secrets.

Uh, let's not.

Whoa, why don't you wanna
talk about the Book of Secrets?

I told you why,

and I told you
not to call it that.

Okay, I'm sorry,
but "Book of Secrets"

is the perfect name for
an ancient South American tome

that holds magical
cures. It might hold
the cure for Jane.

Book of Secrets!
It doesn't.
Magic's not real.

I didn't say "magic."
I'm not seven.
I said "magical cures."

And you don't even wanna
take a chance that may--No, I don't.

There's evidence that
it actually exists.

It's a complete waste
of time.

Totally.
I totally hear that.

But check this out--
what if it isn't?

Excuse me.

Hello, everyone.

Thank you for
joining us today.

This is a very big day
here at the NYO.

We're on the verge
of capturing

one of the most notorious
bombers in...

History.

One of the most

notorious
bombers in history.

Sorry. Yeah.
Okay...

Uh, I usually like
to start these things

with, uh,
a little, you know,

one-on-one
get to know you time--

This is literally
the first time
we've ever done this.

Always, it's what
I've always done.

Don't see how that's possible,
you're the inaugural recruits.

Uh, let's go ahead
and start with,

I don't know, uh, you.

Me?
No, him.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Shadowing.
What're you doing here?

Being shadowed.
I work here.

Did you...
when we...

did you know who I was?

No, you said
your name was Lisa.

Why'd you give me
a fake name?

Because I never thought
we would see each other again.

Wow! I really thought
we had a good time.

We-- we had a great time.

That's not what
this is about.

The...

Oh, my God.
Is this about

the lab tech assignment
in Los Angeles?

Because this is not a way

to get a recommendation
from me.

Okay, trust me,
I don't need

a recommendation
from you.

Doesn't matter.

You've made this
a situation.

This is a situation now.

♪♪

Hey, hi. Uh,
I need to talk to you

about a Quantico recruit.

Oh, right, that's today.
How's my nephew doing?

Y
Yeah, Lincoln.

The handsome fella
you were just talking to.Lincoln's your handsome?

Handsome's your nephew?
Your Lincoln? You know
what I'm saying?

He's my mucholder
sister's kid.

So be good to him, okay?

But not like too good.
No special treatment.

I don't know what I'm saying.
Special treatment's fine.

What were you gonna say

Ooh, hold that thought.

Yeah? Go for Weitz.

Sorry? It sounds like
you're say--

That is what you're saying?
And you sent her down here?

Why

♪♪

What the hell is
Madeline Burke doing here?

♪♪

♪♪

If you'll excuse me,
I would love

to loop in
some of my team.
Yeah.

Is that Madeline Burke?

Yeah, what do you
think she wants?

Whatever it is,
it can't be good.

You think she knows
we're investigating her?

She definitely knows.

When the team comes back,
I want us to make sure...

What happened?

Well, we showed up

at the bomber's address and,
uh, all hell broke loose.

We grabbed him,
but not before he triggered

a self-destruct protocol.

Whole house blew sky high.

What's with all the paint?
You look like a Jackson Pollack.

Weller tackled us
into the garage.

The bomber had a wall
full of old paint cans

that buffered us
from the blast.

What's with
the feathers here?

He also had chickens.That sounds like
the greatest takedown

in FBI history.
I'm so sorry I missed it.

We found the bomber's phone
in the wreckage,

So can you pull
the data off that?

It's just...

Oh, that part's
not a joke.

No.
Okay, great.
Terrific.

Thundercats, ho!

Have fun.

Anywho, we have to deal
with our special guest.

Might be our only shot
at this, so...

it is unfortunate
that you look like that.

What the hell is
Madeline Burke doing here?

She just showed up.

What does she want?

There's only one way
to find out.

Am I interrupting something?

How can we help you,
Miss Burke?

Actually, I'm here
to help you.

I have recently come across
some disturbing information

regarding Hank Crawford
in his time spent at HCI Global.

It seems that a few
of our company accounts

and subsidiaries have links

to extensive
international corruption.

You don't say.

The Crawford era
is a black mark

for everyone.

But I'm here to spearhead

a new era of transparency.How so?

By giving you the proof
you've been hunting for,

and I'm delivering it
in person

as a gesture of goodwill
and cooperation.

That's very generous of you.

Sit tight.

I mean, I'm just
gonna say it.

There's for sure a virus
on this hard drive.

We'll need
an air gapped computer.
Yeah.

Real quick, remind me
what that is?

Secure laptop that's
isolated from the Internet.

Whatever.
I'm gonna get an IT tech

to bring one to you.

I need you guys to
interrogate that bomber.

He blew up his house.
He's clearly hiding something.

One of us should stay
with Madeline.
Yep.

I'm gonna handle that.

Okay, let's get out there
and nail this

for our Quantico
friends, yeah?

Oh! Oh, I almost forgot.
I got this great idea.

So, you know how,
uh, we can't send

the recruits out
into the field?

Well, what if we found a way
to bring the field to them?

Such as?

Like little videos!
Like, little-- little craz--

little, little FaceTime--
FaceTimesy video.

You'll figure it out.

Come on, let's remind
these kids

how exciting it is
to be an FBI agent.

Yeah? All right!

I mean,
we can't really...

Okay.

America's too big now.

Too complicated.

Okay, so our friend Ted here

clearly has some very big
feelings about globalization.

And the fact that
he blew up his house

while our team tried
to arrest him

doesn't bode well
for the rest of our day.

You think that he was trying
to hide an active threat?

Hundred percent.
Uh, can I talk to you
for just a second?

You didn't think to mention

that the director of the FBI
is your uncle?

Do you think I want
people knowing that?

That would've been
nice to know, yeah.

All right,
he's been in the Bureau

for, like,
five minutes.

I've wanted to be FBI
since I was a kid.

I don't want people thinking

that I've had
anything handed to me.

You really didn't know
who I was?

Cross my heart,
I just thought

you were smart
and funny

and super hot.

Okay, that's...
a very nice thing to say.

Um, okay.

Let us keep this
professional.

No one can know.
We're gonna keep it quiet.

And we're not gonna
tell your uncle,

not gonna tell the recruits,

and especially not my team,
but especially...

Rich.
This is Rich DotCom.

I thought you
were observing.

I am, and...

I was, but-- I was.

But you're both out here.

Oh, hello.

Hi.

How's it going
with the bomber?He just lawyered up.

Yeah, this is some
Oklahoma City,
Unabomber stuff.

Any luck with the phone?Against all odds, yes.

You know Ted Henwood.
Meet Larry Mills.

Turns out that Ted
the Michelangelo Bomber

is actually Larry and Ted,

the Michelangelo's Bombers
plural.

Care to explain how

No time. We found him
at his place of business

at the Beachwood Inn
in Coney Island, so...

Good work, let's move.
Thank you.

Whoa, hang on.
You can't just--

He said "good work,
let's move," okay?

They gotta go,
there's a bomber who bombs.

Yeah. We're-- we're good.

♪♪

Uh, okay.

So, for the benefit
of our guests,

could you please
show how you came
to these conclusions?

Riley, notes.

Most of the phone's data
was destroyed

and what was there
was incredibly fragmented.

But through a variety
of digital forensics,

including an analysis
of proprietary storage...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I get it, I get it.

Okay, um, we discovered
the suspect in custody,

Ted, sent a text message
to another man, Larry,

which said, "We're burned.
Get to 426. Charlie Mike."

426 is the address
of the hotel?

Yes, Larry's
a maintenance man,

which is odd
for a few reasons.

One, he clocked into work
after Ted was captured.

Two, we dug into Larry

and discovered he's ex-Army

and has
an engineering degree.

He's way over-qualified.

What's Charlie Mike?I was just getting to that.

It's Army slang for
"continue mission."

Okay, so we found
a second suspect,

we know where he is,
that's why they moved.

Any other questions?

Any thoughts
as to motive?

You know, I figure
he's probably an angry man

with a victim complex--
that's a dangerous combination.

Look at this--
Larry was a combat engineer

with a federal
explosives license

for a demolition company.

Let's loop in Reade.

What's up, Patterson?

About a year ago,
Larry purchased

a thousand pounds
of demolition explosives.

Ted's house was rigged
with the same kind.

It would only take
50 pounds to level the house.

That leaves 950
still out there.

When did Larry start
working at the hotel?

About a year ago,
but I don't think

this is a regular day
for him.

I think he's gonna
blow it up.

And that'swhy
you show your work.

NYPD's in the loop,
they have an APB out on Larry,

and the hotel is
already being evacuated.

Good, where's the bomb squad?

Uh, get this. They are
already at the hotel

waiting for you--
which never happens.

They're usually stuck
in traffic or something.

They're the worst.Whoo-hoo-hoo! Love it!

How's that for the field agent
experience, right?

So visceral.

What's your ETA? We're on the turnpike.

About eight minutes away.

It looks like
you're driving super fast.

Are you on the shoulder? If it's all the same,

I would just love for him
to concentrate on the road.

Oh, dear. Rude.

Well, that's exciting, huh?

Anyway, this is
for you two.Ahh.

Your one
air gap thingy--Hey-hey!

and one of this guy.Thank you.

Want an update
on that pronto.

Yes, boss.

And this is for you.

I see you over here.

How you doin'?
Bring it in.

Yeah, how's my
favorite nephew?

They treating you all right?
Not riding you too hard?

I'm just joking.
I want you on him.

I want you on him all da--
you all right

Watch out for her,
she's a dynamo.

Anyway, welcome, huh?

S... uh...
What is that over here?

Hey, what's
with you today?

Nothing, fine.
I'm fine.

What's going on with
Madeline's hard drive?

What kind of virus is it?There isn't one.

And all these files
line up

with the HCI
Global corruption

that we've already
corroborated.

This is legit. Okay.

So let's cross check it

with the tattoo
database then.

Oh, boy, okay.
That sounds like

the kind of tedious,
time-consuming work

that Afreen would
probably love to do.

Am I rightUh, I-- totally.

And take it somewhere
private, because these
are very sensitive files.

I am all over this.I mean, go nuts.

Just corroborate and
collate and color-code--

All right, she's gone.Yeah, okay.

Now that we got a few
minutes before the team

reaches the hotel,
who's your favorite recruit?

No one.
I don't play favorites.

Oh yeah?
What about Lincoln?

Uh, which

The slab of man-ham
that you pulled out

of our conference room
earlier today.

You are unprofessional.Oh, yeah?

Would an unprofessional
do something like this?

What the hell is that?

Well, after our
tête-à-tête this morning

about the Book of Secrets,
I did a bit more research,

and it turns out the
evidence is out there

that proves it's not
only real, but that it...

This research is extensive.

There is no way you did
all of this this morning.

What is your angle?

Okay, promise
you won't scoff?

I can already tell you
that I'm gonna scoff.

I've been pursuing
the Book of Secrets

for years on the dark web.

It's kind of
my white whale.

This is me scoffing.

Where are you going?

Just-- just be
five minutes.

We're just gonna
get some juice.

Excuse me.

Okay, if I wanted
the silent treatment,

I would go
visit my mother.

Where are you going?Away from you

and to give Weitz
the update, pronto.

You know, I don't know why
everyone rags on that guy.

I think he's pretty cool,

and he's got
a fantastic head of hair.

Why don't you wanna talk
about the Book of Secrets?

Because I am
a scientist.

Why are you
buying into it?

Because if it's real,
it's worth a fortune.

Also, Jane is dying--
that's my main reason now.

Exactly.
Jane is dying.

Which is why we shouldn't
go chasing a myth.

Why would Roman
put it in the cache

if he didn't want us
to find it?

Well, maybe
it's a red herring.

Oh, I don't think so, I mean,
Roman might be a little...

...but he never did
anything without a reason.

He's distracting you
with snake oil.

We need to be using
real science

to find a real cure.

Or, more likely,
he somehow found out

about my obsession
with the Book of Secrets

and planted it in there
knowing I would

get it across
the finish line.

That's your more
likely scenario?

The Book of Secrets
is out there

just waiting to be found,
I can feel it in my bones.

Sometimes you just gotta
take a leap of faith.

Where are we
with the bombers?

Uh, the NYPD is still
searching the hotel.

The team should be
pulling up any second.
I got them on the comms.

Great, great, great, great.
Um, who's the best recruit?

Is it Lincoln?
Lincoln, right?

Lincoln's pretty good?

Patterson likes Lincoln
quite a bit.

Oh, perfect because, um,

I need to make assignment
recommendations,

and I wanna give him
the best one.

But obviously,
I'm his uncle,

so I need someone objective

to say that he's better
than everybody else.

Somebody like you.

He's good.

But Riley is good, too.

Cool, cool, cool.
So, Lincoln is good?

Great, that's all I need
to hear. Thank you.

Why did you say
I like Lincoln?

Oh, just 'cause
he was-- he's been doing

such a great job today,
you know?

And, uh,
also you two have

fantastic chemistry
together.

I can totally see
why you slept with him.

How could you
possibly know that?

Oh, I didn't
until just now.

I'm kidding. It's been
very evident all day.

Also, I'm, like, a sex narc,
and you are terrible at lying.

You can't say
anything to anybody.

Why would I say anything?
I'm very thrilled for you.

Are you kidding me?
It's really unprofessional.

I think that's what
thrills me the most, actually.

Okay, they're
at the hotel.

Let's get the comms
on speakers.

Field team,
what do you got for us?

We just talked
to the bomb squad.

The hotel's clear.
No sign of Larry.

No sign of explosives. It's a Prohibition-era hotel.

What if there are
still secret rooms or...Secret passages.

So it looks like
there's an old

booze-smuggling
tunnel in the basement.

We're on our way.
Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Wait a second, this is
why Larry got a job

as a maintenance man--
so he'd have

unrestricted access
to the tunnels.

Thanks for the recap.
Where does the tunnel let out?

Looks like Coney Island Yard.

Looks like there's an older
underground part...

The tunnel's clear.
No explosives, no Larry.

We're standing in a--Subway depot,
we're looking at it.

Over here. A det cord
and blasting caps.

Someone was in a hurry.

How many trains are usually
stored down here?

14, why?

Uh, 'cause right now
there's zero.

Oh, no.

The trains are under
the city as we speak.

Those explosives could be
on any one of them.

Or all of them.

♪♪

I called in a chopper.

We're headed to Midtown
to stay central.

Hey, can we get
a timeline on the bomb?

No, the bomber's been burned.
We have to assume it's imminent.

Call when you find
the explosives.

Okay, people.

We have a bomber in the wind

and explosives
on one or more trains

that left that depot.

Until we find
those 14 trains,

each of these dots
is an active train

that's a potential threat.

Red is bad,
blue is good.

Toto, we're not
in Quantico anymore.

These are real lives
on the line.

He's right, let's turn

all these
red trains blue.Good.

White House wants answers.

We think this is
a chaos attack
or targeted?

It feels like chaos,
but not sure yet.

What if we shut down
the whole subway system

and evacuate?It's not gonna happen.

An evacuation will cause
mass panic,

play right into
the bomber's hands.

How?
What if he wants
to flush everybody

out of the subway system
all at once?

Why would he want that?

I don't know, that's...

Look, we overplay our hand,
he might cut bait,

trigger the bombs early,

cause as much destruction
as possible.

I want you to keep
narrowing it down.

I am tired of
playing "what if?"

Call me when
you find the bombs.

Everyone keeps saying that.

Yeah, I'll just hit
the "find bomb" button.

Okay, so lines
B, D, F, N, Q, and R

are likely carriers
of the bombs,

all of them running
from Brooklyn to Manhattan.

We just got
the ID numbers

on all 14 trains that started
the day at Coney Island Yard.

Two of them were taken
out of service for maintenance,

leaving 12 trains
across six tracks.

Great work.

Let's pinpoint when
each subway left the depot.

If we can figure out
the speed of the trains,

the time per stop,

the number of stops
on each subway line...

We can establish where
all 12 trains are right now.

Just like
high school algebra.

It's actually
middle school algebra now.

Really? You guys all took
algebra in middle school?

Hey, Afreen just got
something urgent.

Okay, put a pin in that.

Afreen, when I said
somewhere private,

I didn't mean my office.

Well, this is the most
private place we have.

It's a dark closet
with no windows

that no one ever comes to.Thank you.

I designed it myself.
What do you have?

Okay, I was
indexing the files

when I came across
a familiar name.

Larry Mills?

You think that's our bomber?
That's a pretty common name.

No, it's the same guy.

Looks like he worked
at a communications company

called Lasercom Technologies,
a subsidiary of HCI Global.

I'll tell Weitz.Afreen, so good.

Send me everything
you got on Lasercom.

♪♪

Hey, where's Madeline?

I let her go.

Well, bring her back in.

We just found a connection
in the files she gave us.

We need to find out
what she knows.

She already gave us
what she knows.

Any connection to the attack
only proves how corrupt

HCI Global was during
the Crawford era.

But today?
The timing of the attack

and the files
and Madeline being here

can't be a coincidence.

Actually, yeah, it can be.

I am not bringing her
back in here

without something
more concrete.

Where are we on the bombs?

♪♪

Okay, Lasercom Tech had
a secret communications project

that ran into trouble
when a rival company

jumped ahead of them
in research and development.

So who's the rival?

A company called Gariss Tech.

Crawford had been actively
trying to undermine them--

What if he had
a plan to blow up

his rival's R&D lab?

That would explain
why the bombers went dark.

Crawford could afford
to pay them to stand by
indefinitely

until he was ready
to pull the trigger.

Okay, Gariss Tech's R&D lab

is located in
the Metzinger Tower.

That's the eleventh-tallest
building in Manhattan.

Okay.

Uh, currently
the B and the D

run directly underneath
the tower.

That's gotta be the target.

Are there any trains

heading from
Coney Island Depot

on lines B or D
right now?

Just two of them,
but the train with the bombs

is number 772
on the B line.

Are you positive?

Out of those two trains,
772 was the only one

that left the depot after
Larry checked into work.

Let's isolate 772.

We need to stop that train.

What do you got?

Uh, we found the explosives.

They're on a train heading
into 7th Avenue Station

near Prospect Park.
Where are you?

We can be there
in two minutes.
Where's the bomb squad?

Uh, they're stuck
in traffic

from the hotel,
damn it.
Unbelievable.

Hold the train
at the station.

We'll start evacuating
and find the bomb.

Copy that.
Okay, people, listen up.

I need the tower, the MTA,
and the NYPD on the horn ASAP.

Let's do this.
Vamanos,people!

It's one train.
Larry's trying to blow up

an R&D lab inside
the Metzinger Tower.

Stop the train
at the next station,
start evacuating.

Yep, already on it.Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You made that call
without me?

We're kind
of on a clock here.

Yeah, okay, fine.
That's--

That's fine this one tim--
Hey, uh...

Uh, comms check.
Comms check.

Can you guys hear us
okay down there?

Loud and clear. Okay, we held the train.

Yeah, we know.
Jane and I

are clearing passengers
off it now.

Weller's looking
for the bomber.

There's a lot
of people down here.

We'll scan the station's
CCTV footage on our end.

Hold up.
The emergency brake's
been overridden.

Uh, guys, the train's
on the move again.

Yeah, we're still on it.

And so are half
of the passengers.

♪♪

What do you mean,
Reade and Jane

are on board
the active bomb train?

I just told the White House
we stopped it!

We did, but the brake
was overridden.

Well, override
the override.

That's not really an option.Where is Weller?

I'm in the station
with NYPD.

If the bomber's here,
we'll find him.

Oh, he's for sure down there.

There's a physical switch
outside this train

that needs to be flipped
for the brake override.

How much time do we have?

Uh, calculating now.

Six minutes.

Are you sure?

Middle school algebra's
kind of my jam.

Once we found the target,
it was all about

going old school
with one of my favorites,

time equals distance
over speed.

Okay, just get to the part
where you solved it.

Oh, my God, I just
sounded like Weller.

Right, sorry, I--Here, let me see this.

Uh, uh, okay.
B line train 772

left the 7th Avenue Station
at 13:23:43 p.m.

and travelled at a top speed
of

55.446 miles per hour,
assuming there's no stops.

Sorry, the writing's
a little messy.

I was moving pretty fast

and did a lot of
the math in my head.

Hmm, well, that's where
math is done, so--

Can you just check
his work, please?!

Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's right. We have just under
six minutes to stop this attack.

I make the calls.
Don't blow this.

Okay, I changed my mind,
I don't like him anymore.

Let's find Larry.
That's not much time.

Any idea what
we're looking for?

These bombers were
combat engineers

so there's a good chance
that the explosives

are wired to the train itself.

Okay, we're gonna split up

and go compartment
by compartment.

Where is this guy?

We do not have enough angles.

I see him!

He's across the platform
on the south side.

Okay, does he have
a remote in his hand?

No, I can't tell.

He just made me.
He's running.

He jumped onto the tracks.
I'm going after him.

Uh, the third rail's
the bad one.

Whoa, we got
an incoming train.

We're in the tunnel.

I'm gaining on him.
Larry! Larry!

FBI! No!

Weller?
Weller!

Larry's dead.

He just got hit by a train
right in front of me.

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

does he have a remote
in his hand?

Something that could
turn off the bombs?

I'm checking
what's left of him.

No, nothing.
Just a backpack

with a drill
and some screws.

W-- what kinds
of drills and screws?

I'm sending a video.

Thank you, we'll compare that
with the train schematics.

Assistant Director Reade

and Agent Doe
just found the bomb.

Make that bombs, plural.

This looks
very bad for us.

They're individually wired
behind the paneling

under the seats
in the front compartment.

How do we disarm them?

It's way too late for
individual disarming.

This thing is rigged
like bridge demolition.

Okay, you need to find
the central trigger mechanism

and knock it out
at the source.

Oh, look. Does this look
like the same one?

Yeah, that's it.
What's it for?

It looks like it's only for
one panel on the whole train.

Okay, great, which one?

Oh, no.

Hey, Larry used his drill
to remove a metal panel

on top of the subway.

The trigger mechanism
is on the roof.

Okay, can you guys
get up there?

I can do it,
just give me a boost.

♪♪

And just when I thought
their lives couldn't get

any more on the line,
she's on top of the train.

This is insane.I know, right?

Okay, I found
the central trigger.

It's an old
military laptop.

Cool, how well do you know
the Linux operating system?

I don't, that's your job.

Okay, okay. Uh, we have
three and a half minutes.

Let's take this step by step.

Why is
the Manhattan Bridge empty?

What?
The B line train runs

over the Manhattan Bridge,
and the bridge is empty

except for police cars.

That doesn't make sense.

Oh my, God. The NYPD
evacuated the bridge.

They're gonna derail
the train over the river.

Why would they do that?To minimize casualties.

100 lives versus
1,000 in Midtown.

We have to stop them.Uh, before we do that,

are you sure we can
defuse these bombs?

We can do this.
We just need

a few more minutes.Okay, okay.

Who's gonna get me
the NYPD on the phone?

Uh, Jane, are you still
on the subway roof?

Where else would I be?

Where did Rich go?
Is everything okay?

Let's just focus
on stopping the bomb.

So it looks like
it's GPS triggered

and programmed to blow once
it reaches the Metzinger Tower.

But the good news is
we can reprogram it.

I'm clinging to the top
of a speeding train.

Just tell me what to do. Yep, yep.

I'm writing you
a new line of code

that will trick the GPS
to reset the bomb

to blow once it reaches India
which, of course, it never will.

I-I can't hear
a word you're saying.

Sergeant Justin Cogley,
come in.

this is Rich Dotcom
with the FBI.

Okay, Jane.
I just sent you the code.

Patterson, this is-- A lot of typing,
I know.

I just need you to copy it
letter for letter,

number for number,
no typos, no pressure.

Okay, copy that.
I got Sergeant Justin
Cogley on his radio.

He needs Weitz's
FBI authorization

to let the train through.Why would I authorize that?

Because Jane is close
to disarming this bomb,

and if we claim jurisdiction,

the NYPD won't derail
the train.

I understand the circumstance.
What I'm saying is,

you are
emotionally compromised

because your teammates
are on board the train.

They're your teammates too,
and there's still

a scenario here
where no one dies.

We are running out of time.We're not out of time yet.

We can do this,
I know it.

I cannot prioritize
my own agents' lives

on a whim.

There are people
I have to answer to.

Okay, so that's
what this is about?

You wanna save face more than
you wanna save these people?

You think I don't care
if people live or die?

This is protocol.

So if it all goes bad now,
it's on the NYPD.

But if you override the call

and the train blows up
its target,

you get blamed?

How dare you make me out
to be the bad guy.

You're not the bad guy,
you're the director.

This is on you,

that's the job.

But you don't have
to do it alone.

I know I'm asking for a lot,

that the casualty numbers
don't tip in my favor.

But you're new here,

and I've been
doing this for years.

And I am telling you
Jane is

gonna defuse
this bomb in time.

So I need you to trust me.

Sometimes you just need
to take a leap of faith.

♪♪

20 seconds to the bridge.

♪♪

This is FBI Director
Matthew J. Weitz,

authentication code
101815.

Stand down, Sergeant.

Forty seconds to impact. Jane,
where are we at on the code?

Almost done,
just a few more...

We can't really
hear you over the wind.

I said I'm almost done...

Wh
Are you okay?

Uh, the train took a corner.

I just lost my phone,
the code is gone.

Okay, that's okay.

Uh, we have-- we have
20 seconds left.

Where did you leave off? 0-2-J-3.

Jane, you're so close.

All that's left is
forward-slash, forward-slash,

F, S, M, B, N, 1, 5.

There could not be worse
letters to say over comms.

Jane, did you get that?

Everything but
the last letter.

M

Uh, no, it's N
as in Nancy, 1-5.

9 like after 8?

5 like after 4! What?

5 then hit enter!5 then hit enter!

Jane?

Her comms went out.

Did the bomb go off?

Jane

Did she make it

Next time,
Reade goes on the roof,

and I give the boost.

They're... here!

Team! This is
a team right here!

Wow, guys, amazing!

Great. Really great.

Yep, really fabulous.

They get used to that.
Field agents get all the glory.

Right? I don't wanna
be stuck in a lab
the rest of my life.

I wanna be out there with them
where all the cool action is.

No offense.
No, none taken.

Hey, why don't you
write this down?

Take your "cool action,"
roll it up real tight,

and shove it up--Hey, we gotta go.

Excuse me.

Since taking over HCI Global,

I've become increasingly aware
of the poor choices

made by my predecessor
Hank Crawford.

To that end, I met today
with the FBI

to root out some of those
corrupt elements.

And I think that the evidence
we gave proved

instrumental in stopping today's domestic terror attack.

Everybody's gonna eat that up.

Now we know why
she came in today.

It's kind of a baller move,
if I'm being honest.

Yeah, but what's
her endgame, though?

Why even help us at all?

Because she likes
playing us.

Right under our noses,

putting on
the friendly face,

pretending to be the hero.

She just made herself
untouchable.

♪♪

What the hell was that?

I thought
we were eliminating

an old Crawford plan
by helping the FBI

take out a sleeper cell.

How did the bombers
get activated?

Okay, you wanna make
big moves, I'm game.

But starting a fire
just to put it out is cr...

Is what?

Inadvisable.

I can't help you
if I don't know
what's going on.

Good to know.

Hey, what're you
still doing here?

Well, my uncle's taking me

out for dinner
to celebrate, and--

Oh, I can't go.

I still have so much
that I need to do.

No, I'm not inviting you
to dinner.

Oh.
The way you
called him out today,

that probably wouldn't
go over too well.

Uh, no. I-- I got assigned
to the LA office,

and I fly out
in the morning.

So, I just wanted
to say goodbye.

Okay, well,
congratulations.

That's...
you deserve it.

And you were great today.

And, you know,
good luck out there.

Okay, well, take care.

Uh, how early
is your flight?

Do you wanna come over
after dinner?

Yeah, I can be there
by 10:00.

Okay.

"Dear Diary...

Today, Patterson--"

Why is your face like that?

Oh, it's my smug face.
I save it for
special occasions.

No, you don't.Like earlier today,

when you were just begging
Weitz to trust you

and go against the numbers

and take a leap of faith.

Uh, that wasn't begging.

Where have I
heard that before?
"Take a leap of faith"?

I feel like somebody else
said that earlier today--

Okay, all right.

We can look for
your dumb Book of Legends.

What!

It's Book of Secrets,
and yes!

Okay, but just us.

No one else can know
until we find something real.

I don't want anyone
thinking we're crazy.

I don't want to give
anyone false hope.

Stop it, come here.

We can't use
any FBI resources,

and we have to make sure
that Weitz doesn't find out.

Patterson, Patty Melt,

TuPat Shakur,
I get it.

Do you?
Yes, okay?

Just you and me.
Ride or die.

Ride or die.

♪♪

Quite a day.

What you did on the train,

that was, uh,
very impressive

and the kind of thing
that Jane did all the time.

Don't get used
to the fanfare.

I wouldn't want you to forget
about who you really are.

Hey.

I wanna talk to you.

About...

your backup plan.

The syringe.

Okay.

What you did today,

all of those lives
that you helped save?

I'm not the only one
that needs you.

The world needs you.

Uh, so, uh...

what did you do with it?

The syringe?

I got rid of it.

That wasn't
your choice to make.

I know.

The thought of you

doing something drastic...

You are my life.

I love you.

I need some air.

♪♪

You're late.

Yeah, well, it took me
a minute to find your "office."

Smart, right?

These junkers are
all over the city.

Let's make this quick.
Can you get me
what I need or not?

Like I said,
nothing's impossible.

But it's gonna take time,
and it's gonna cost you.

Money's not a problem.

Half now,
half on delivery.

♪♪

♪♪

Hey, it's me.

We need to talk about Jane.

♪♪

Greg, move your head!