All language subtitles for Blindspot.S04E17.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Madeline Burke...

you're under arrest.

♪♪

(Weller)
Jane, where are you?

I'll meet you in the lobby.

(gasps)

(grunting)

(muttering)
Come on...

where are ya?

Wait, I got him!

How much you wanna bet
that's Jane under the sheet?

Okay, I pulled a photo of
Dominic from Zapata's files.

That's for sure him.

You got anything cleaner?

No, the security system
is super basic.

Standard def,
tons of blind spots.

We never see him grab her.

I'm not even sure
she's alive under there.

Madeline's not talking,
and you're not gonna

want to leave Weller
alone with her much longer.

All right, send
the footage to my tablet.

Keep track of Dominic.
He's the only lead we have.

Just tell me where she is!

I see how upset you are,

and I want to help you
find your wife.

Believe me,
if something like this

had happened
to my late husband--

Where is she?!

I don't know!

I wish I did.

This is hospital
surveillance video

showing your security consultant
Dominic Masters

kidnapping Jane Doe.

Your agent
with the tattoos?

I-- I-- I don't
see her in that video.

She's on the gurney,
under the sheet.

There's no way of
knowing that for sure.

Do you really think that
we're that stupid?

Do you want me to
answer that on camera?

Playing dumb only
prolongs the process.

Making things hard on us

only makes
things worse for you.

I am just trying
to be thorough.

I don't see Jane
in that video,

nor do I see Dominic.

I see a man in a hat
with his face obscured.

I am not comfortable
making a positive ID
based on that footage.

We know that
that is Dominic.

We know...

that he took Jane.

So where'd he take her?

How could I
possibly know that?

Dominic works for you.

Again, I have
to be clear.

A Dominic Masters

was an employee
of HCI Global,

of which I was the CEO,

until you all started
freezing and seizing
my assets.

And I'd like to point out
that the FBI has had

a longstanding vendetta
against my family.

If you want to testify,

save it for court, please.

If that is Dominic,

and if, in fact,
he has committed

some egregious act,

I would be happy to help
the FBI clear HCI Global

and myself from any wrongdoing,

as I've done
in the past!

But I'm beginning to feel
that you are all

holding me responsible
for this somehow.

Now, what tipped you off,
Mrs. Burke?

Well, if that's the case...

I won't continue
this conversation

until my lawyer
has arrived.

I will make sure

that you rot in prison.

For the rest of your life.

And I would like
to deal with someone

a little less emotionally
involved in this case.

Agent Zapata, perhaps.

I always liked her.

What do we got?

Dominic stole
an ambulance.

We tracked it to a parking
garage near Barclay Center,

but it looks like he ditched it
and swapped it for another car.

Did anyone report
a stolen vehicle?

Not yet-- we've been
trying to tag and track

every car in the garage,
but it's the worst
possible timing.

The Islanders game
just got out,

so there's too many cars.

It would take days
to find the right one.

We don't have it--
FAA's ready to reopen the skies.

So call Weitz.

I did, the order's
coming from the top.

We grounded flights
to catch Madeline.

Now that she's in custody,

DOJ can't justify
the cost

of what's basically
a missing persons case.

Even if that missing person
is an FBI agent?

It's not my call.

(mutters)
All right.

Wai-wait!
Hang on, hang on.

What if we foot
the bill ourselves?

I have a bunch of Bitcoin
stashed away somewhere,

and I know you're sitting
on some pretty sweet
Wizardville money.

I mean, how much
could this thing cost?

$15 billion.
That's it?

Yeah, but last time,
that's just what it cost

to bail out the airlines.

Yeah, but this
is completely different.

That was three days of
nationwide grounded flights.

We're talking about
the early hours of day one,

so divide that cost by three,

and if we only keep
New York's airspace closed,

that's another 50% we save.

That's not how
the math works.

(Rich)
Okay, not helping, all right?

Look, I know you don't
like to talk about it,

but you definitely
have some extra millions

sitting around
to spare Jane's life.

Excuse me,
he said billion.

With a "B."

Did you say b--
Did you say--

Oh, I heard million.
That's my pr--

I'm sorry. As you were.

You could have
said something.

I did!

(Rich)
Could have said
something sooner.

I need you
to call Weitz again.

My hands are tied.

If Dominic gets Jane
on a private jet,

we might not see her again.

So what
I'm asking for is--

I've been calling Weitz
ever since we got Madeline
in custody.

I have no more wiggle room.

We don't know what
Dominic wants from Jane.

Okay?
So if we can at least

keep the private airfields
grounded--

(man)
There you are!

Assistant Director Reade.
Sorry I'm late.

I was on my way to Orlando
with my family,

but my flight was grounded
for an FBI manhunt?

Uh, forgive my attire, I came
straight from the airport.

What a mess, huh?
I'm sorry, who--

Please don't apologize.
I get it.

I mean, the kids were
disappointed for sure.

We were doing a whole
Wizarding World thing,

park-to-park passes,
front-of-the-line lanyards,

a hotel on the lot
for early bird access.

Sure, it costs
a little bit more,

but you can't put a price tag
on memories like that.

They're
at that perfect age

where magic is still
very magical.

Oh, let me see if I got
a picture over here.

Ohh!

Damn it, that was
a new phone, too.

Who are you?

Richard Shirley, Esquire.

Shirley, Gervais,
Karlie, Hohua & Cicino.

You're Madeline Burke's
attorney.

Oh, my goodness.

Shirley! Hello!
Bury the lead, why don't you?

Yes, I am Ms. Burke's lawyer,
and I just want to thank y'all

for taking my client
into protective custody.

This whole cartel situation
is out of control.

She's not in
protective custody.

She's in
regular custody.

As in she's
under arrest.

There's been
a misunderstanding.

If there has been,
it's yours.

She was arrested trying
to flee the country.

No, my client was trying
to flee a cartel hit man.

Hell, I'd be running
for my life, too.

It's a terrifying situation,
just terrifying.

The cartel was neutralized.

That didn't stop your client
from using them as cover

for her own killings.

And now she's actively involved
in the kidnapping

of an FBI agent.

Mm, I don't think so.

My understanding
of the situation

is that a cartel member
kidnapped your agent,

just like an infamous
cartel hacker

attempted to crash
Air Force One.

Look, I'm happy
to clear all this up,

but I'm starting to think
my client's being railroaded,

and I would
like to see her now.

Oh, and we should probably talk
next steps for her release.

(woman)
Sir...

A call just came in
from a man

saying he knows
where Jane is.

Well, hey,
that sounds promisin'.

Put it through to my office.
Yes, sir.

I just texted Patterson.
She's gonna trace this call.

(beep)

This is Assistant Director
Edgar Reade

and Special Agent Kurt Weller.

(distorted voice)
Put Madeline Burke on a plane

and fly her to Moscow,
and you get your agent back.

Simple as that.

There's no point
in disguising your voice.

We know who you are.

I have no knowledge of that.

I've been asked
to broker a deal.

For who?

A separate
but interested party,

acting of
their own volition.

Madeline Burke has no knowledge
of this call.

Okay, you must know
nothing's ever that simple.
We don't negotiate--

I'm not a terrorist,
I'm a businessman.

I'm giving you
the deal of a lifetime.

One way or another,

Madeline's
getting out of this.

The same can't be said
for your agent.

Where is she?

She is running out of time.

I'll call you back.

Where is my wife?!

♪♪

(Jane gasping)

Oh, what the...

(grunts)

(gasps)

No-no-no-no. Please.

Somebody help me!

Please, somebody help me!

Help me, please!

♪♪

(grunting)

Okay...

(grunting)

Uhh!
(gasping)

(panting)

Oh, God.

Okay, okay.

(cell phone ringing)

Uhh!

(ringing continues)

Who are you?
What do you want?

(distorted voice)
I am the only person

who knows where you are.

Stay on the line.

You're team's asking
for proof of life.

(beep)

You're agent's on the line.

I've disabled her phone's
outgoing calls.

I'm the only connection you
have, and this is all you get.

(Jane, breathless)
Oh, Kurt... Kurt...

Jane. Okay?

No. No, I'm buried
underground, I've got--

(beep)
There, she's alive.

If you want to keep it that way,
put Madeline on a plane.

If we can make this deal,
then how do we reach you?

You don't.

When Madeline's safe,
I'll know.

Then I'll give you
the coordinates for your agent.

We have to make that deal.

Okay, I hate to say this,
but it has to be said

so that we all know
the rules of engagement here.

DOJ will never
let Madeline walk.

Weitz can.
Including Weitz.

He was on the plane
when she tried to crash it.

So there's no deal
to be made?

That's not what I'm saying,
what I'm saying is,

even if there was
a deal to be had,

and that's a big "if,"

they'll never go for
what Dominic wants, period.

Jane has been buried alive.

So if we don't agree
to this guy's terms--

Then we'll find her
another way.

We'll keep pressing Madeline,
we'll keep tracking Dominic.

We'll find her, Kurt.

I promise.

Were we able
to trace the call?

Okay, kind of.

Dominic is using
a super-encrypted VPN,

but we did register
a cell tower ping

in St. Lawrence County
when he connected Jane
to the call.

Jane could be on
a simple burner phone.

If the ping is real, then
we should be able to call her.

Okay, 61 phones pinged the tower
at the exact same time

we were connected to Jane,
so the good news is,

if Jane's phone is one of them,
she's in this radius.

Bad news is this radius is
five miles of mostly wilderness,

and she could be anywhere.

Okay, start
calling these numbers.

I'll send every
available agent up there.

We gotta narrow
the search radius.

Okay.

(computer beeping)

♪♪

Dominic just called.

He's holding Jane captive
until we release Madeline.

I'm sorry, I'm still
playing catch-up here.

Uh, Dominic who?

Dominic Masters.

Your client's
security consultant.

Former security consultant.

(Shirley)
Very good, very good.
And how do we know that?

Surely whoever called didn't
leave a name and number
at the beep.

We have ever reason in the world
to believe it was Dominic.

So, you're saying
there's now

a deranged former employee
out there,

allegedly kidnapping
federal agents,

possibly in cahoots with
the cartel targeting my client.

We're not saying any of that.

This is terrifying.

My client's terrified.
Look at her.

Thank goodness she's
in protective custody.

She's not
in protective custody.

(Reade)
You're being charged

under the Terrorism Act.

Financial crimes,
espionage,

murder, conspiracy,
acts of treason,

including but not limited to
the murder of Blake Crawford

and HCI Global board members,
the murder of Kira Evans,

the murder of a hacker,
Del Toro,

the murder
of a hacker, Leo Carr,

and the Air Force One attack.

Forgive me, but my client
will not be commentin'

on these wild accusations.

These are not wild
accusations.

We have all of it
on good authority.

So where's Dominic?

Uh, "good authority"
means multiple sources.

You do have
multiple sources, right,

not just the--
the word of one person.

We've got hard evidence.

Well, if that's true,
I look forward to seeing it,

and I'm dying to know
who's corroborating it.

My client is innocent
on all counts.

She's happy
to help the FBI,

but I won't let her sit here
and be intimidated or coerced

into a false confession.

Full stop.

How many numbers
do we have left?

Two. The last one went
straight to voice mail,

and I doubt Jane
is screening her calls.

(phone dialing)
Where are we
on finding Jane?

(Patterson)
Uh, we're still
calling the phones

that pinged the tower.

It's gonna be
the last one.

I told Patterson
we should start at
the bottom of the list,

but she said no...

(Jane)
When I get out of this box,

I am going to find you...
Hey! Jane?

It's us.

Oh, Kurt, thank God.

Do you know
where I am?

How are you able
to reach me?

(Rich)
Uh, long story short,

Patterson's systematic
to a fault,

whereas I like to think
outside the box.

Sorry, bad choice of words.

Do we know
who's doing this?

Dominic. He's trying to leverage
Madeline's release.

You said that
you were buried.

Anything else
you can tell us?

I'm-- I'm in a box
underground.

Okay? I've got a flashlight
and a phone.

Scramble the jets.

Oh, well, I'm sure
that's enough to go on.

Yeah, no kidding, Rich!

All right, try to stay calm.
Relax your breathing.

Try not to move around
too much.

Yeah, that's not gonna
be a problem.

There's not a whole lot of room
to move around in in here.

What about the box itself?
What does it look like?

It's wood, it's, uh,

seven by...
two by two?

I broke a board, uh...
a lot of dirt fell in.

(beep)
What was that?

That's my battery.

I don't know how much longer
this phone's gonna last.

We should hang up
so she can conserve power.

Hey, Jane,
we'll call you back.

(near tears)
Okay.

Keep your phone on
and try not to use it.

Kurt...
I know.

We will find you.

Now, hang in there.

I love you, Jane.

(Jane)
I love you, too.

Covering this much ground
could take forever.

We need to narrow it down.

Can we trace
her phone?

We're trying,
but the closest
lock we can get

is a single cell tower,
so we can't triangulate.

(Patterson)
We're running out of time.

Jane is very quickly running
out of breathable air.

How long has she got?

I can't say exactly,
but, uh...

if we estimate that she's
been buried for an hour,

uh, take into account
the dimensions of the box,

plus her
carbon dioxide output--

Patterson,
how long has she got?!

39 minutes.

At best.

♪♪

(Jane breathing slowly)

(whispers)
Please.

(sighs)

We need to take
Dominic's deal!

We can't.
Why?

Have you got something planned
that I don't know about?

You know the plan.

Jane has less than
35 minutes to live.

Rich and Patterson
are researching

everything they can
about Dominic,

and we can keep
pressing Madeline.

She's still the best
lead we have.

And she's still
not talking.

We need
to take that deal!

Sounds like y'all
might be leaning towards

releasing my client.

You're incorrect.

Well, I got
all the time in the world.

But I get the impression
you don't.

You got a proposal?

I do!
Turns out my client

just remembered something
about Dominic Masters

that might be useful.

So let's hear it.

Absolutely, but I
don't want Ms. Burke

in the interrogation room.

You mean on camera.

Well, I don't
know about that,

but I do know my client's
not a criminal.

And I'm done letting her
be treated like one.

Let me know
what y'all decide.

(Zapata)
Jane is running out of time.

(Weller)
If Madeline has
something to say...

we need to hear it.

Fine. Let's wire
the conference room

before we move her
in there.

I still want every word
on record.

♪♪

(cell phone ringing)

Hello?

What's happening?
Are you close?

We have teams
searching the area,

but we need your help
to narrow it down.

Okay. How?

I'm assuming you can't
see anything.

Can you hear anything?

No.
Do you remember anything

between getting knocked out
at the hospital

and waking up in the box?
No.

(Zapata)
What about the inside?

Is it labeled or...
No.

Come on, Jane,
there's gotta be something
in there we can use.

There's nothing, I told you.

There's a phone,
a flashlight,

and some dirt--
that's all.

Okay, what does
the dirt look like?

It looks like dirt,
Patterson.

Jane, calm
your breathing.

No, you calm your breathing.

I am buried
in a coffin, Rich.

I mean, what does
the dirt feel like?

The color,
the temperature?

Uh... it's...

(grunts)

It's cold, uh, it's, uh...

It's hard and grainy.
It's dark brown.

Dark brown,
like coffee grounds?

No, like, um...
Oreo crumbs.

Okay, well, you're
gonna hate this next part,

but we need you
to eat some of it.

(Jane)
Seriously?

Just imagine
it's Oreo crumbs.

I swear to God, Rich, if you're
trying to get me to eat dirt--

(Patterson)
No, no, no, no.
He's right.

There could be
valuable clues in there.

But you don't have to eat it,
you can just taste it.

Okay. Okay.

(grunts)

Uh, it tastes like dirt,

uh, with a...
hint of sulfur, maybe?

Sulfur. It doesn't taste
how it smells, does it?

Yeah.
Oh, God, gross.

Jane, that is a huge clue.
We'll run with that,

and we'll call you back.

Wait, no, wait.
Don't hang up.

Jane, we gotta
conserve your battery.

No, I know, I know,
I just--

I need to talk to Reade.

I'm here!

Alone.

Uh, can...
Yeah.

(beep)

Hey, it's just me.
What's going on?

♪♪

Where's Dominic?

Oh, hang on.
Don't answer that just yet.

Just in case you guys
bug your own conference room,

or someone else has--
can never be too careful.

(Shirley)
You can go ahead
and answer now.

Just came from
the airport, huh?

What? This?
I always carry one of
these babies with me.

You always carry
a frequency jammer with you?

(sighs)
Don't worry,
it's got a small radius.

It won't damage all your
fancy FBI equipment.

It just ensures a private
conversation in this room.

Now, I understand my client
has some information

she believes relevant.

Go ahead, Ms. Burke.

But let's be
absolutely clear.

If it is in fact Dominic

who is carrying out
this horrendous act,

he has acted alone.

Whatever information
my client volunteers

does not implicate her.

Is that clear?

Crystal.

We have other ways
to implicate her.

Now, what do you know?

I suddenly can't recall.

That is not what
we agreed to.

A small favor might
jog my memory.

We gave you everything
that you wanted!

That is not correct.
My lawyer...

asked that I be taken
out of interrogation.

I am asking
for something else.

Fine.

What do you want?

I want to call my sons.

Well, hell,
that sounds easy enough.

Between the cartel killings
and now the kidnapping,

they must be
worried sick about me,

and I want to assure them
that the FBI is protecting me.

The FBI is not
protecting you.

Well, it's just
a couple calls.

What, you worried she's
gonna speak in code?

Listen in, if you want.
I'll turn off my scrambler.

Let's just make this work.

Reade, can I have
a word?

I know you don't like this,
and neither do I.

But what choice
have we got?

No.

No more games.
We're not dropping the charges.

We're not taking
Dominic's deal,

we're not letting you
call your sons.

We're done.

It doesn't look like
a "we" decision.

♪♪

(whimpers softly)

(phone beep, Jane grunts)

Oh!

Okay.

(shrieking)

Uhh!

Oh, God. Oh, no. No.

We need to talk.

Madeline is trying
to divide us.

All you had to do
is let her call her sons.

That was it.
And then what?

She's running
the clock out, Kurt.

She's always gonna
want something else,

and we don't have
time for games.

Neither does Jane.

(sighs)
There is no reason
to believe

Madeline is gonna give us
the intel she claims she has.

And there is no reason
to believe

Dominic's gonna give us
Jane's location

once we put Madeline
on that plane.

You know I'm right.

I'm no good to you here.

I'm gonna go
find my wife.

You do have
one other option.

Let me talk to her.

No, you wanted to put
the cuffs on Madeline,
and you did.

I can't let you
question her.

I know her better
than anyone else here.

I am your best shot,
and you know it.

Even if she is
playing games,

she loves her family.

That is her
pressure point.

So let's make it hurt.

(computer pinging)

(Rich)
Farr Mine!

What?

The sulfur that Jane
tasted in the dirt.

It's from an old prospect
deposit site,

and it's inside the radius.

See, only soil that's
downhill from the mine

would have been enriched
with mineral runoff,

so that has to
narrow it down, right?

You're welcome.

Five-mile radius
just became two.

(cell phone ringing)

(beep)

(weakly)
Tell me you have something.

We do. Are you okay?
You sound...

Am I okay? No.

No, I'm not okay.

A weird-looking bug
just bit me.

I think it might
have been poisonous.

Or it's the beginning stages
of CO2 poisoning.

I know I'm running
out of air.

What do I got left,
half an hour?

Ehh...
Don't worry about
that right now.

Kurt is on his way,
and we just need
a bit more time

to narrow down
the search radius.

You know what, why don't
you tell me more about
how weird this bug is.

Maybe we can use that.

It's hard to tell
because I squished it.

It's mostly goo now,
but it was, uh,

it was black and brown
with spikes.

Like a hairy millipede?

Oh, that sounds like
a nightmare.

You are so bad
at helping.

Just, shh!

Okay. Uh, Jane,

are you sure this thing
actually bit you?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure, Rich.

I'm asking because
is it possible

it pinched you or--

Or what, Rich?

Oh, no, no, no. No...

(crying)

What's going on?
Why isn't she answering?

The phone must have died.

Yeah, well, we gotta
get her back on the line.

Well, I-- I don't
know how we do that!

Okay, well, there's gotta be
something we can do.

Okay, uh...

Autodial.

We can set up
an autodial

that will keep
trying Jane's phone

and connect us
the second she gets it
back up and running.

You said her battery died.
What do you expect her to do,

lick her finger and then
plug it into the dirt?

She'll think of
something, she's Jane!

Okay, well, I hope so,

because otherwise,
we're out of options!

I know! Will you
stop yelling at me!

I'm sorry,
I'm not angry, I'm scared!

Me, too! Help me
set up auto dial!

Okay!

♪♪

(breathing hard)

Damn it!
(metal clanks)

(breathing hard)

(sniffles)

(crying softly)

♪♪

(grunts)

Uhh!

(groaning)

(grunts, panting)

♪♪

(grunts softly)

(door opens)

Well...

Lovely to see you
again, Tasha.

We're never gonna
release you.

Then we have
nothing to discuss.

We might be willing to overlook
your husband's murder.

You mean heart attack.

No, I mean murder.

And there was this
remarkable moment

just before he died

when he realized...

it was me.

I know what poison
she used.

The same one she used
to poison Blake Crawford

and the HCI Global
board members.

They died in a plane crash.

Yes, the same one
I died on.

Do you remember that,
Madeline?

So what happens when we
exhume your husband's body,

knowing exactly
what to look for?

(Shirley)
You'd need a warrant for that.

Yeah,
Assistant Director Reade

is getting one as we speak,

and then we'll all
find out together

how undetectable that poison
she used really is.

Of, course,
we don't have to.

I know how much family
means to you.

How much you
loved your father.

How much your sons
love theirs.

You tell us
where Dominic is,

maybe we'll leave
your husband where he is

and spare your sons
the devastation

of knowing
you killed their dad.

Maybe... we'll leave
that DUI buried, too.

What DUI?

Oh, her wayward
son's, uh...

what was his--
what was his name again?

The, uh... the youngest one.
The artist.

(Shirley)
Trevor Burke
never had a DUI.

Because his mommy...
covered it up.

You did a pretty good job
covering up

the drunk driving incident
he had in college.

I made sure the FBI would
never find any record of it.

Your client knew
that her son was high,

but she didn't know that
they wanted to charge him
with possession.

If this were
to resurface now,

that much coke, he is
facing decades in prison.

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

and I don't doubt
the FBI's ability

to destroy
an innocent person!

If my father were alive--

Listen, I can't
speak to the past,

but I can tell you that
you have a very big

decision to make
about your family's future.

Now, who are you
gonna protect?

Your sons... or Dominic?

(whispering indistinctly)

I think we have a solution
everyone can live with.

Mm.
She admits to nothin'.

But even the accusation

that she's responsible
for her husband's death

would be devastatin'
to her family.

And there's no reason
to ruin Trevor's entire life

over a youthful mistake,

so, for the sake
of her children...

she'll tell you what
she knows about Dominic.

♪♪

♪♪

Ah, come on.

(grunts)

(blows)

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Buck Moth!

Where do you keep going?

Buck Moth Caterpillar,
that's what stung Jane.

Are you sure?
Oh, one million percent.

This thing is spiky
and brown and black,

and disgusting.
Ugh.

Okay, Buck Moth caterpillars
are local to New York.

They're endangered.
They live in

and feed on oak trees
and they're gross.

Okay, um...

oak trees only comprise

about 40 acres
of the woods.

Madeline just told us where
Dominic's hunting cabin is.

She claims not to know
the exact location,

but that it's somewhere
in St. Lawrence County.

(Rich)
Okay, well...

She doesn't know that
we're already searching

in the area.
That's something.

All right, there are 37 cabins
in the area,

12 within the original
search radius,

uh, four downhill
from the mine.

(Rich)
One in the oak tree
part of the woods.

That's gotta be it!

Send Weller the coordinates.

♪♪

Thirty seconds to target.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.

(blowing)

C'mon, c'mon.

(helicopter blades whirring)

♪♪

(radio chatter)

Hello?
Hey!

Hey!
Help me!

Help! Help me, please!
Down here!

(footsteps crunching)

♪♪

The cabin's empty.
Dominic's not here.

♪♪

What the hell
just happened?

Did Madeline give us
false intel?

I don't think so.

Me neither.

Whoever was here,
they just left.

They left in a hurry.
All right.

Every agent we have
is on their way to you.

We're trying to catch
Dominic in a dragnet.

Any sign of Jane?
No.

Not yet.

The soil outside
the cabin

hasn't been disturbed.
And the floorboards,

they haven't even
been touched.

There is some soil
down here, though.

Looks like it's come from
the bottom of a shoe.

♪♪

It's full of sulfur.
She can't be too far.

We're running out of time.

If we don't put
Madeline on a plane...

then Jane's gonna die.

I can't do it.
Jane asked me not to.

What are you
talking about, Reade?

Jane asked me
to speak privately.

She doesn't want Madeline
to be set free.

She made me promise not
to compromise the case for her.

Of course she's gonna
say that!

If she is going to die,

she doesn't want her death
to be for nothing.

She's not gonna die.

She will if you don't
do this deal, Reade!

Look, if we lose her...

if we lose
any one of us

trying to take down
Madeline...

then Madeline wins.

Look, Weitz and the DOJ
will never sign off on this.

If we make a deal,
it's on us.

Everything
we've worked for,

it'll all go away.
We'll lose our jobs,

we'll go to prison,
Madeline will go free--

(Zapata)
I don't care.

Madeline's a psycho.
We'll have another shot at her.

This is the only way
to save Jane.

Send me to jail.

Me too.

Okay, I'm not sure
you guys are clear on

how terrible prison
actually is, but...

Okay, sure, if we're
all going, I'm in.

I promised Jane
I wouldn't do this.

You promised me
you would get her back.

Please tell me
you caught him.

Is your agent okay?
No.

Dominic wasn't there
and neither was Jane.

We're running out of time.
Oh, boy.

This is awful,
just keeps getting worse.

I'm gonna put Madeline
on a plane.

If that's what
you think is best.

But I'll need assurances
from Dominic

that he'll hold up
his end of the bargain.

I can make that happen.

How?

I'm in touch
with Dominic's lawyer.

I'm sure you two
are very close.

I mean, what do you
expect me to do?

Just wait around here
all day while you dip

in and out
at your leisure?

There's an FBI agent
missing.

We need to move on this!

Did you tip Dominic off
about us coming to the cabin?

That's a disbarrable offense

and I have little-to-no
comment except that

you've insulted me.
I'm insulted by that.

My priority
is Ms. Burke.

♪♪

Come on, come on.

(phone chimes)
Ah-ha!

(phone ringing)
Yes, yes, yes.

I'm here!
I'm here, it's me.

We thought we lost you!

(Jane)
Yeah, me too.

We're not out
of the woods yet.

No, but that's
a really good joke.

How did you get your phone
to work again?

I hotwired it with my bra.

See, that makes sense.
Patterson's idea was
something about dirt.

Like that's a thing,
I don't know.

But it's getting hard
to breathe,

and this phone
is gonna die any second,

so if you got a plan
you gotta do it fast.

We do, and we are.
Every agent we have
is in the area.

We're sending out
a signal burst

from your phone that
will hopefully connect

to three or more
agents' phones,

and we'll use that
to triangulate your location.

We need to gain control
of your phone remotely,

which will take a minute,
and the entire plan hinges

on your phone's
serial number, so...

Can you read the numbers?

No. No.

But I memorized it
in case we needed it.

Of course she did.
She is such a badass.

You know, just to have
the presence of mind--

It's not about me,
but I think I would do

the same thing in
that situation.
R... B...

T... P... 4...

(radio chatter)

(helicopter passing overhead)

(agents shouting indistinctly,
radio chatter)

(Rich)
Kurt, we've got Jane
on the line.

We're just about set with
the signal burst,

and she's asking for you.

(Weller)
Put her through.

Kurt...
Jane, you gotta save
your oxygen.

No, I just...

I needed to hear
your voice in case--

We're gonna find you!
I promise you.

I will find you, Jane.

I know, I know, it's just--
We got one shot at this.

If it doesn't work,

it's gonna kill my battery.

(sniffling)
I just wanted to say
I love you.

I love you, too.

Jane?

My battery is dying,
so it's now or never.

♪♪

Now!

(beeping)

(Weller)
Hold positions.

(computer chirping)

♪♪

(phones beeping)

What happened?

We just lost the signal.

Jane's phone
must've died.

Did we get it?

Rich, did we get it?!

(typing and beeping)

♪♪

We got it!
We got it.

♪♪

(pilot)
We got it.

Move!
Outta my way!

(agent shouting)

Oh, God, Kurt.

Kurt! Kurt!

Jane!

I'm coming.
I'm coming!

(muffled digging)

Kurt...

Jane!

(muffled digging,
Jane gasping)

How we doin' on that plane?

Making the final
arrangements.

All right, well...

I guess this is adieu.

(handcuffs clicking)

Why didn't you kill me
when you had the chance?

Don't answer that.

Nonsense.
I'd be happy to.

Hypothetically, of course.

Of course.

(handcuffs rattling)

You were confused.

You hadn't decided which side
you were truly on.

You still haven't.

What makes you think that?

(digging, Weller grunting)

No...

Jane! No!

♪♪

Jane!

♪♪

C'mere!
Help me!

Get her!

♪♪

Jane...

We spent a lot of time
together, Tasha.

Enough time for me
to get to know you.

The real you.

And while I always
suspected

you might be working
for the government,

I also suspected there was
a chance I could turn you.

Sorry to disappoint.

Oh, no, you haven't.

I wouldn't
change a thing.

You might wanna
change one.

And what would that be?

♪♪

Jane!
C'mon!

Come on.
Come on.

Come on!
Jane.

No. (grunting)
Jane, come on.

(gasps)

Hey...
Hey.

♪♪

(agent)
We got her!
She's okay.

Jane...

♪♪

I know.

♪♪

(door opens)

What the hell
is going on?

I'm sending you to Rikers
to await trial

We had a deal.

(Reade)
Did we?
Beats me.

I don't recall
making any deal.

At least, not one
that's on record.

(beeping)

You will pay
for this, Tasha.

Ask yourself,
will the FBI

fully believe
you don't work for me?

Ever!

♪♪

So, look, it's been a minute
since we've all done this.

Yeah, what happened to
no more drinks in the lab?

Laws were made
to be broken.
Don't you mean rules?

(Reade)
Look, I'm not breaking
any rules,

I'm making an exception.
There's a difference.

Yeah.
Being the boss.

(Reade)
Damn right, now quit
interrupting me.

I've been holding on
to this bottle for a while

for a special occasion,
and I think this is it.

(Weller)
Cheers.

Thank you for finding me.

The one thing that
kept me going was knowing

you guys were coming.

Always.

Um, Reade...

Can we have a word?
Yeah.

(others chatting indistinctly)

I know you were
just doing your job.

I know you were, too.

So, we're good?

Yeah.
And you were right.

If we lose each other,
Madeline wins.

Yeah.

♪♪

Whatever you're working on,
it's a tomorrow problem.

I'm looking for Dominic.
And we'll find him.

I'm about to go home.
You should do the same.

I won't be long.

Everything you did with
Madeline, was it worth it?

Now that it's over?

It has to be.

I, uh...
spoke to Keaton.

The CIA called off the dogs.
Keaton's in the clear.

He's got carte blanche
to do whatever he wants now.

What about you?
What do you want?

I want to come back.

You're sure?
Hundred percent.

Cool.

Just submit your application
to HR and we'll get back to you.

(door opening)

Okay, let's make this quick.

I'm on my way to the airport
with the fam,

we're gonna try this
vacation thing again.

Universal Japan is
supposed to be phenomenal,

or even Hollywood's
fine, too.

Anywhere but
the East Coast, right?

That's a shame because Orlando
has some new attractions.

Are you into this whole
Wizarding World thing?

It's not just for kids.

How pissed is Madeline?

On a scale of 1 to 10,
I would say "very."

You almost ruined
everything with that
little stunt of yours.

Thanks for the heads up.

You're just lucky
nothing you did

can be tied back
to my client.

You mean your meal ticket?

I'm your client too,
don't forget.

Not anymore.

Ooh, easy.

I'm a lawyer, not a...
whatever you are.

What's this?

Everything you need
for Helios.

Helios is still on?

You bet.

And you're runnin' it.

Now, it's not gonna
be easy to get back

into Madeline's
good graces,

but finishing her attack
on the Eastern seaboard's
a good start.

Take care now!

♪♪

♪♪

(man)
Greg, move your head!

♪♪