All language subtitles for Blindspot - 04x03 - KILLERS.

- 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.

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... really? 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?

I don'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-for-hire in the country?

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? Are you kidding me?

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 no 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... huh?
- 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 much older 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.

See, that's the kind of efficiency
I like to work with right here so.

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's why you show your work.

NYPD is 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 right? Huh?
- Uh, 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... who's Lincoln?

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?
- Yes.

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'd 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...
what does this say?

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-what happened? 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-1-what?

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? Jane?

Did she make it? Jane!

Next time, Reade goes on the roof,

and I give the boost.

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? Really?!

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.

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