All language subtitles for Blacklight (2022)

Listen up, people!

If fingers need to be pointed,

we know where to point them.

They use the recovering economy

and the rising stock market
as their bulletproof vest.

But whose money is it?

- Is it mine?
- No!

- Is it yours?
- No!

- I can't hear you.
- No!

And despite all this wealth
they are hoarding,

they have the gall to accuse us

of trying to destroy society
with our policies

that promote equal pay for women.

Racial equality for all people.

And health care for everyone.

- What do we say?
- Game over!

- Say it again!
- Game over!

- Say it like you mean it!
- Game over!

They label us "domestic terrorists"

when they're the ones stifling

our First Amendment

with ruthless threats
and divisive political warfare.

Boo.

Financial greed and unbridled power
is all they know.

Well, now we have something to say!

- Say it! Say it!
- Say it!

If the leaders
of the United States government

won't respect its people,

its people will not respect them!

Sofia! Sofia! Sofia!

Sofia! Sofia!

- Sofia! Sofia!
- Sofia! Sofia!

Sofia! Sofia! Sofia!

Um, could you...

Never mind.

Ma'am.

Sorry about that.

Hope it won't hurt my rating.

No.

Come on, you cowards!

- Come on!
- Shut up!

- Everybody, move back!
- Get on out here!

We want that shitbird spy!

Sir, we can't do that.
Now, please, back up!

Hand the hussy over!

Or we'll feed her and y'all
to T and Rex, one piece at a time.

- You Robinson's special guy?
- I am.

- Thank goodness you're here.
- You called the local sheriff?

Of course not.

Someone must have called it in

when I unloaded my revolver
at the crazies.

I panicked.

- What did you do?
- I didn't do anything.

Based on the fact these crazies
are about to bury you in a shallow grave,

something happened.

I've been out here almost two years

playing the part
with these racist bastards,

and it's getting inside my head.

I got sloppy.

They found a few bugs.

Somehow traced it back to me.

Stop it, Special Agent Davidson.

I need you to keep your wits intact.

I thought it was your job
to get me out of this kind of situation.

That is correct. And I'm about to.

- Come on, bitch! Come on out!
- Come on out!

You ain't pretty enough to be this stupid.

You're about to eat some buckshot.

Back up before someone gets hurt!

Which one of you wants
an extra hole in your head?

Hey, let's light 'em up, like a firework!

- Bitch.
- Move!

- Stay back!
- Grab the hoses!

Get in the car.

Stay low.

Come on! Come on!

Subtle.

Listen, can we just cut to it?
Are you officially asking for my help?

Because if you are,
I think I have a few solutions.

All right, then. I'll handle it.

We'll talk soon.

The president's chief of staff
isn't happy with how

the local PD are handling
the millennial soapbox crowd.

Didn't realize the FBI was charged
with crowd control at the White House.

At least they know who to call
when they want something done right.

You ask me, all these politicos
are chasing their own shadows.

If they wanna last longer than one term,

they need to smarten up

and understand what got them
elected in the first place.

Fear.

When the people are afraid for their jobs
or their wallets or their lives,

they want Uncle Sam to protect them.

So if these politically-correct puppets
wanna straighten out ornery protesters,

give 'em fear.

Good thing we have you, Gabe.

If I've learned anything,
this job is all about

finding creative ways
of keeping the peace.

So, Davidson.

She's pretty shaken up.
I dropped her off at a facility.

She's being cleaned up and debriefed.

If it's not one thing, it's another.

These deep covers are like the birds
that keep flying into these windows.

They wiggle and flop around a whole lot,

but eventually,
they come back to their senses.

Most of the time.

What a waste.

- Lucky we got her out at all.
- I wouldn't call it luck.

I would call it having an ace in the hole.

You.

As always,

I appreciate you making it happen, Travis.

- Hey, princess.
- Grandpa!

- Where'd you go?
- I was checking the perimeter.

- All clear?
- All clear. Let's get some cake.

Stay at your place?

I'd like to try a normal life.

Be in town more.

- Be more involved in her world.
- Retire?

Is Gabe on board with this plan?

You haven't even
mustered up the courage to tell him.

It's not that simple.
I'm going to. Soon.

- Open it. Open it!
- Is that a purse?

Wow!

Maybe one or two weekends
a month.

The odd weekday,
if we can make that work.

You're busy enough at the hospital.

This way, I could help
take a bit of the load off.

- And it would be good for her.
- And you know this how?

She suggested it. She likes me.

And she wants a male figure in her life
on a, you know, consistent basis.

Dad,
is that a dig at my love life?

Not at all.

Not your fault that deadbeat ran off.

Maybe she does, but I'm just not convinced

that she needs one
who's borderline certifiable.

It's not that bad.

- How many exits?
- Exits?

In this building. How many exits?

What is it? What is it?

She makes rounds, checking to see that
all the doors in the house are locked.

Good.

- Every hour, on the hour.
- Could be hereditary.

Maybe, or she could be
learning it from you.

You know, first, it's the locks.

Next it will be the windows,
the gas stove, the electricity.

Before you know it, she's gonna be asking
for a Beretta for her tenth birthday.

That's too young by a couple of years.

Look, I'm handling it.

It's under control.

And besides, a little paranoia's healthy.

You never know
what nutcases are out there.

I'm just giving her
the tools to protect herself.

That's where you're wrong.

You think that it's all about
protecting her?

In reality, you might be the one
who turns her into a crazy person.

Three. Or five.

Front entrance. Fire exit on the right.

Loading dock in the back.

Two more, if you count
the windows in the bathrooms.

Look, I wasn't a great husband or father

and I can't unwind that.

But if you give me the chance,

I'd like to be
the best grandfather I can be.

Is this for Natalie, or you?

Thank you, Gramps. I love it!

You're welcome, sweetie.

Washington News Cycle-

Pass.

- Pass!
- Drew.

Yeah, Sofia Flores's death is a tragedy.

No one's arguing that.

But to call out Metro PD as criminal

for not naming a suspect
or divulging evidence, that's not news.

That's them doing their job.

I've been writing about her
for over a year

because she was the voice
of her generation,

spearheading a movement for real change,

and in return, was mowed down
in a hit-and-run.

There's no reason to believe
it was anything other than

wrong time, wrong place, bad luck.

No. No, no, no, no!

God. That's gonna cost me a few quid.

The SUV had no plates.

The rideshare driver was using
a fake name. That's sketchy.

Okay, so the SUV was probably new,

and the rideshare guy
was an illegal immigrant

who couldn't use his real name.
Who's to say?

If we don't post something and make it
news, it'll be like it never happened.

That may be true.

What you wrote isn't.

I appreciate your enthusiasm
for the movement. I really do.

But news stories are based on facts.

Find them first, then write your story.

Sofia! Sofia!

Hey, buddy, you can't park here.

Okay.

Yeah, yeah.

I'll move it.

- Gun! Put your hands up!
- Look, I can explain.

Let's go! Put your hands out the window!

Step out of the vehicle.

Put your hands on your head.

Do not move.

Freeze, asshole!

You keep up this routine,

there's no way you're walking out of here.

I'm here to help, but to do that properly,

I need more information.

What were you planning on doing?

The police found booze, pills
and a handgun in your vehicle.

Were you thinking of putting
a round in your brainpan?

No.

Maybe you had a score to settle.
Were you there to kill someone?

- No.
- Rob a jewelry store?

I wasn't gonna do anything with the gun.
I was keeping it in the car.

- On the passenger seat?
- I wasn't thinking straight, okay?

Are you now?

All right, Dusty. My time's up.

You're welcome to stay,
or we can stroll out of here together.

But to do that,
you'll need to level with me.

What were you doing?

I was going to talk to a reporter.

Sign here for Dusty Crane.

Mike, let's just say this one
was never here, yeah?

Thanks.

- Where to, boss?
- A nice, quiet, secure place.

Where I get reprogrammed?

Where you can screw
your priorities back on straight.

After that they'll assign me
to some small-town field office

where they can keep an eye on me
while my soul slowly dies, right?

Or you work through this speed bump

in order to salvage what's left
of your promising career.

I like you, Dusty.
I like your passion.

I like your commitment to the job.

But you were on the verge
of making a bad choice.

It wasn't a bad choice.
It was the right choice.

Wrong. You took an oath.

You need to honor that.

Listen, work with me and I'll spin it
with Robinson as best I can.

- Get you back on track.
- You don't get it, Block.

It's gone too far. We're crossing lines
that should never be crossed.

Guys like you and me, we don't decide
where those lines are drawn.

The only thing you need to know
is whose orders you follow.

Your loyalties lie
on the wrong side of the future.

I don't expect everyone
to cope with the mind games

that come with deep undercover work.

Once you're in it, it's hard to tell
which way is up, down, right, wrong.

But you're an intelligent guy
and I do expect you to cope with it.

You do whatever you gotta do to me.

I'm not playing
by the Bureau's rules anymore.

We'll see about that.

Shit, shit, shit!

This where my reeducation begins?

Wrist.

- Grandpa!
- Hey, sweetie.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I needed that hug.

It's okay. I know you have to work.

Yeah. Um, you here all by yourself?

Well, not anymore.

Ready to go? It's our night.

But when you didn't answer your phone,

Miss Lewis called Mommy at the hospital.

So now I'm supposed to sit tight
and wait for her.

I see.

But that doesn't mean
you can't stay here with me.

It certainly doesn't.

Hey, kid.

Come here.

You a criminal?

If it's a crime to speak the truth, buddy,
then, yes, I am.

Hey, I wouldn't do that.

I like those buttons, though.
Can I see one of those?

Looks like a fun picnic.

- Who are these two?
- This is me and that's Mommy.

Of course.
Which means that must be me.

No, you silly bean. That's a stranger.

What's a stranger doing?

Watching us.

Watching you? Why?
Has someone been watching you?

I don't know.

I need you to know.

I'm sorry, Natalie. It's okay.

It's just very important for you
always to be aware, like I've taught you.

But I am.

And tell me if anyone strange
comes up to you, approaches you.

Okay, I will.

Good girl. Thank you.

Are bad guys gonna hurt you?

Hurt me? Nah. Why would you think that?

Because Mommy says
your job is dangerous.

Don't worry. She exaggerates.

It's not that dangerous.

Nothing's gonna happen to me or you.

- Or Mommy?
- Or Mommy.

Mommy!

Hi, sweetie. Grandpa.

Dusty! Don't do this!

I think you have an admirer.

Does he live in a castle
and have a heart of gold?

He's on line three.

Says your last few articles
on Sofia Flores were inspirational.

Was Prince Charming slurring his words?

Claims he can guarantee you a story
worthy of a dozen clickbait headlines.

- Just tell me what it is-
-No.

No, it's too dangerous
to do over the phone.

They're listening.
They're always listening.

I'm gonna come to you. We'll find
someplace quiet to talk about it.

- When?
- How about five minutes?

- Move! Move! Get out of the way!
- No!

Move!

- What the hell are you doing?
- I'm going to free my conscience!

Watch out!

Get out of the way! Move!

Stop!

No, no, no, no!

- Are you Mira?
- Yeah. You are?

Being followed.
Let's go somewhere private.

Wait! What exactly is this all about?

Look. This is really important.

We're gonna have to do this
another time, okay?

No, wait!

The last person on the planet
I need talking to the press is Crane.

He should be in a secure mental facility.

Natalie's school?

What the hell were you thinking?

I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking.

Bad timing. Poor judgment.

He say anything to you?

He was having a moral code moment.

Said we were crossing the line.

Must feel nice to be that naive.
Is that all?

Just that he's done following
the Bureau's rules,

and based on his little truck stunt,

I tend to believe him.

He's a live grenade.

This one makes it to the front page,
I'm gonna catch heat from every direction.

Stupid thing.

I haven't properly worn
one of these since Margaret passed.

- Yeah, she had a gift.
- That she did.

Bless her soul.

Letting Crane slip through your fingers,
not like you.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I've just been
feeling a bit distracted.

Well, no need to hold it in
with me, buddy.

What's the trouble?

I'm trying to spend more time
with Natalie.

And?

At this point, Amanda doesn't trust me,
for good reason.

I need to change that.

Anything I can do to help?

Actually, Gabe,

I've been thinking.

Maybe it's time I hang it up.

No. No, no, no.

Not an option.

The thing is, it's been
over 20 years of the unpredictable.

Never knowing when you're gonna call,

where you're gonna send me
and for how long.

Which has made relationships difficult.

And now, Natalie needs stability
in her life and I want to be that for her.

I appreciate the importance of family,
God knows. Look at me.

But what you do is
crucial, important work.

Our people go to dangerous places,

physically and mentally.

And when they go astray,

I need you to bring them back

before they grow horns.

Saving good agents' souls.

Whatever it takes.

I'll tell you what.

Once Dusty's in a cell and I have the key,

we'll work out a way for you to spend
more time with your granddaughter.

Deal?

Out of curiosity, I pulled our security
footage from when I met this guy.

Do you have a name?

No, but our security guards
recognized him.

It's the same guy who was arrested
for fighting the cops across the street.

Your fighter's your runner?

You've looked better.
Did you sleep at all last night?

Define sleep.

You know you can just record
your stupid games and watch them later.

That's like jumping to the bellyache
after you've overeaten

without actually enjoying the cake first.

I checked every police station
within 50 miles of here.

No record of his arrest.

This feels like another Mira special.

You don't find that strange?

Maybe they just let him go
to avoid another police brutality charge.

He beat the crap out of four cops.

Okay. Maybe you're right.

So, what's the headline?

I didn't say I have a draft,
or even an angle. I just...

He contacted me.
He could be a legitimate source.

Or a nutcase wanting to go viral.

So no bank or credit card activity?

Okay, what about under Dusty's alias?

His last known cover was...

I see.

Well, keep an eye on it, will ya?

Thanks.

No, you silly bean, that's a stranger...

Watching us.

- Got him?
- Yeah.

Grandpa!

Hey, pumpkin. Where have you been?

At the park, flying my kite.

That sounds fun.
You get it high up in the air?

Not really. I couldn't run fast enough.

- But Mommy did.
- Good job, Mommy.

Go inside and wash up for dinner, please.

Can you stay and eat with us?

We're having homemade pizza.

I love pizza.

Pizza it is.

That was four times.

Four? Are you sure?

Go again. One, two, three.

What are you doing?

Um, installing security cameras.

On my house?

For Natalie's safety. And yours.

I know that I should just say thank you,

and some might consider that
very sweet of you,

but you can't do things like this
without asking my permission.

- I was concerned you would say no.
- And you'd probably be right.

She's drawing pictures
of strangers watching her.

And what do you think is
feeding her growing paranoia?

Okay, okay, I'm sorry.
I should have asked.

And I admit it.
I screwed up on multiple occasions.

But you've got to know,
I'm trying to fix things.

Natalie doesn't need a fixer like you.

You sound just like your mother.

Before or after she left us?

I'm worried about you, Dad.

- There's nothing to worry about.
- That's why I'm worried.

Because maybe you can't see it,

but you're not the same dad
that I remember.

You know, when I was Natalie's age,
your quirks were cute.

Getting my bicycle serviced
every few months.

Waking up at 2:00 and 4:00 a.m.
to make sure

all the doors
and windows were still locked,

and getting background checks
on my friends' parents.

Your quirks aren't quirks anymore.

You need to accept that
and you need to deal with it.

I sometimes wonder,
did the disorder change you

or was it your dirty job?

Finish with the cameras.

Just please don't do anything else
without asking first.

Can I get either
of you gentlemen something to drink?

No, thank you, ma'am.

Special Agent Lockhart.
Special Agent Wallace.

- Yes, sir.
- Sir.

Come in.

Don't let baggy pants get to you.

I just can't believe Sarah
falls for his blatant ass-kissing.

She's too smart for that.
My take is, she enjoys it.

Found this on the police wire.

- Is that your guy?
- I think it is.

Not exactly a dream date,
but he is kinda hot.

"Wanted by the DC Police Department.

Considered armed and mentally unstable."

I wonder if I should be curious
or scared about what he wanted to tell me.

Probably both.

"Possession.

Disturbing the peace-

Assault with a deadly weapon-"

Shh, shh, shh.

Mira Jones?

Maybe.

I have information about your story.

The one that ran away.

- You have a name, Agent?
- I'm not an agent.

This isn't an interview.
Please, turn it off.

- Who is he?
- You tell me.

- Why were you meeting him?
- Why did you chase him away?

Has he contacted you again?

Listen. He's wanted on multiple counts.

If you know where he is,
you're an accessory after the fact.

Well, thank you for
stopping by and informing me.

I think Little Man's finished,
Mr. Not-An-Agent.

The man needs professional help.
He's unbalanced.

Yeah, I read all about
our friend Dusty's problems.

Guess you don't have
a subscription to the police wire.

He's on the police wire?

Are we done?

I think we're done.

I don't know what his intentions were
or why he made contact with you.

But let me be clear.

He's not a source for you
to make your fledgling career on.

- Let it go.
- Okay, this is intimidation.

And you know nothing about me
or my fledgling career.

The name "James Van Dorn"
mean anything to you?

No.

Mr. Van Dorn and his wife lived
in a comfortable six-bedroom brownstone

across from Montrose Park.

Plenty of room for them
and their three kids.

But that wasn't enough for him.

He also had a thing for his secretary.

He made a mistake,
had a daughter, whom he disowned.

She's probably about 30 now.

A struggling journalist who lives
in a shoebox-sized apartment

and writes under a pseudonym

because her father demanded
she spare him the embarrassment.

Get out of my way.

Quoting a source who isn't sane

could get you sued for libel or fired.

Although, in this case,
I'd say both are probable.

There's no story here.

- Says who?
- Says me.

Okay.

Thanks...

for confirming that there is a story.
Good night.

He contacts you, you contact me.
Got it?

Take my word for it.

Don't play news hero. Don't.

- Dusty, we don't want trouble.
- Too late.

Robinson just wants to talk.

Let us take you to him.
You two can work out your differences.

Good plan.

The FBI shows up at my door
and tries to intimidate me

because this mentally unstable guy
contacted me?

Maybe he's not so crazy after all.

You sure he's a Fed?

The whole thing smells a tad unusual.

Do you want me to check it out?

No, I got it.

Okay.

But you might want to start
adding some actual detail,

because right now, the only story
you're writing is in your head.

Are you implying that I'm the crazy one?

No. You're the eager one.

Listen, if there is a story
to be found here,

you'll need to take note of the obvious

and then scrutinize
what the obvious obscures.

Like an ultraviolet light illuminating
what the naked eye can't see.

But if you do find something,

tread lightly.

You've got a call.

Just a minute.

It's your secret admirer.

This is Mira.

Government, even in its best state,

is but a necessary evil.

In its worst state,
it's an intolerable evil.

Now, you might think these words were said

last night on a podcast or a news program

about today's state of the world,
but you'd be wrong.

Those words were written

by Thomas Paine in 1776...

Move! Go, go, go!

We got him. Sir, you need to slow down.

I promise you, this is a bad idea.

Enough, Dusty!

- Time to come in.
- Just like that?

After you sent
those two shitheads to kill me?

What? I didn't send anyone
to do anything to you.

What shitheads?

You can't bullshit me!

You're slipping.

You're losing your edge.

It's not too late.

I can help you come back with dignity.
Get your life back.

I'm done with that life.

You can't run far enough.

They'll find you,
cut you off at the knees.

Whatever you're telling this journalist,
they'll call it treason.

- That's 30 to life.
- I can live with that.

No. You're not thinking straight.

It was all part of the job.
You just got in too deep.

Deep enough to see the truth.
We're killing innocent civilians.

People that are trying
to make a difference!

- Who's "we"?
- The Bureau.

And you know this how?

Because I was one of the agents
ordered to do the killing.

Innocent civilians? Under whose orders?

- Robinson's.
- That's a serious accusation.

- I'm going to prove it.
- Listen, I wanna hear all about it.

Dusty. Dusty!

What just happened?

- Do you know who those men were?
- No. Do you?

- What did Dusty say to you?
- He was bringing...

Bringing you what?
What was he bringing you?

This is all my fault.

Mira, look at me. Tell me what it was.

- documents.
- What kind of documents?

His orders.

Proof.

Something on your mind?

It's a sad day, no doubt.

But let's be honest.

The kid had a few too many loose screws.

Or he had a bright future,
until something...

or someone pushed him too far.

Still don't know who those two men were?

No. At this point, we still don't know.

He was one of the good guys.

He didn't deserve to die like that.

But, unfortunately for him,
you got distracted.

If you'd done your job,

we wouldn't be wearing these suits today.

It's tragic, but now it's finished.

Let's point our focus back
where it needs to be.

Plenty more souls to save.

Yeah.

What are you watching, Grandpa?

Nothing, sweetie.

Hey, you and Lambie should be in bed.

I can't sleep.

Come here.

Attagirl.

Thinking about your big play?

Everything okay?

I think I'm worried about you.

Me? You sound like your mother.

There's nothing to worry about.

Well, you know,

some people live their entire lives
thinking they're doing the right thing

even if it means doing whatever is proper

to make sure the good guys always win.

But then,

one day you wake up and realize

you're not sure
who the good guys are anymore.

Which makes you wonder...

have I been doing the right thing?

Am I a good guy?

Grandpa?

Are you a good guy?

I wanna be.

You're not doing
anything worthwhile here.

Go home.

Take a couple of days.

Mira.

Home. Go.

- Mira.
- Hey.

- A-Are you following me?
- No.

But I did wanna come see you.

How are you holding up?

- Not so good.
- Yeah.

You... You like whiskey?

This everything Dusty told you?

That's it.

What's this "Operation U"?

- Unity. Operation Unity.
- Did he say what its mission is?

These are picked up.

Are you being followed?

Maybe.

Long story short,
he was a deep-cover agent in Miami.

Got sniffy with the cocaine
he was tracking.

When I found him,
he was in the Everglades,

wrestling an alligator for sport.

Interesting friend.

Not a friend. Debtor.

- For?
- Saving his life.

How long you been doing that?

Probably too long.

What's with the three thing?

I have thoughts looping inside my head,

repeating themselves.

If I do something three times,

I can usually suppress the thought.

Obsessive compulsive.

Sometimes the obsessing
makes me better at what I do.

Other times...

Other times,
I feel I should be locked away.

What happened to you?

I... I screwed up.

I served one tour in Vietnam.

I wasn't even 20. April, 1975.

It was the night before we pulled out
all our troops and went home.

I was on patrol duty with Robinson.

Director of the FBI?

The younger version, yes.

We were talking about everything
we would do when we got home.

Then we turned a corner into a dark alley,

and there was this man about to...

rape a local woman.

It was hard to see, but it was obvious
he was roughing her up pretty bad.

I called out, and he turned towards us

with what I thought was a gun.

So, I shot him.

Kill him?

- Yeah.
- Then what happened?

The woman ran off.

Robinson and I went up to the guy.

He was face down
in a puddle of his own blood.

The gun was a bottle of whiskey.

Robinson flipped him over.

He was our commanding officer.

I panicked. Robinson didn't.

I can still hear his voice
like it was that night.

"Walk away. Walk away."

So I did.

Robinson joined the FBI.
We lost touch.

Then about 15 years went by,
and the phone rang.

He'd just been promoted.

Asked if I would work directly
for him, off the books.

Said it was his job to protect the Bureau

and mine to protect its agents.

Off the books, that gives him plausible
deniability for anything you did.

In hindsight, I suspect
I made a poor career choice.

When you take orders for a living,
trying to support a family,

you learn not to question those orders,

regardless of the moral implications

or how they may affect
other people's lives.

So, other than intimidating journalists,
what other kind of bad stuff do you do?

You name it, I've probably done it.

Like?

Breaking and entering, extortion.

Occasional physical coercion.

Murder?

That's not on my menu.

And for the record, I changed my name
not for my father and his family,

but out of respect for my mother.

He fired her
three months after I was born.

She raised me all on her own
and never once asked him for anything.

When I was old enough,
I changed my name to hers.

I stand corrected.

So, Mr. Block,

what now?

- Where did you come from?
- What's Operation Unity?

It's nothing that concerns you.

You know, I've always respected
my position in our arrangement,

but in this case,

I prefer to be the one
who decides what concerns me.

Unity. The truth, Gabe.

It's not your place to know.

Or even ask.

So Dusty was right.
You are killing innocent people.

You're running your own secret program,
Operation Unity.

And when Dusty tried to go public with it,

you had him killed.

Please.

We are not having this conversation.

Yes, we are.
You need to come clean, Gabe.

You're confused about our relationship.

You work for me. You are my weapon.

After all these years,
that's all I am to you?

Jesus.

You have a short memory, Travis.

It was me who plucked you
from your aimless life

and turned you into something special.

But don't forget,
I also have a detailed record

of every law you've ever broken.

Everything I did was for you!

I would suggest you show me
a little gratitude

if you and your granddaughter
want anything

that resembles a normal life.

Count me out, Gabriel.

No, no.
Travis, there is no out for you.

We are in this to the end.

When does it end?

When I say it does.

No. My end is now. Right now.

Good boy, Little Man.

Stay.

Stay.

Stay... Stay.

Okay, get it.

Hey, Pearl, what's news?

Your story's getting some play-

What do you mean? I didn't write it.

Check the site-

Needs a bit of polish,
but your word choices are delightful.

Who knew that "dollop" could be a verb?

- I know. I was just...
- Go!

- I was just in the middle of...
- Go!

- Mira.
- That was my lead.

You've been comatose and I didn't want the
story to get scooped up by another outlet.

That's horseshit.

You sent me home
so you could steal my story.

I did not.
And besides, you're too close to it.

Too close?

The only thing I'm too close to
is punching you in the face.

Please don't.

Stay away from my story.

Whatever.

There's no real facts.

It's hardly even a story.

Okay, okay, I'm sorry.

What do you mean, she's not coming over?

I'm making dinner for her right now.

Do you even know what today was?

What was today?

Her school play
that you promised you'd come to-

Shit.

I'm not so sure
I should let her stay with you

when you're not even responsible enough
to show up for the easy stuff.

I've had a lot of things on my mind.

Apparently Natalie wasn't one of them-

Okay, I... I deserve that.

Yeah-You do-

- I'm... I'm coming over.
- No.

I want to apologize to her personally.

No, you and your paranoia
can't get out of your own way.

I'm not having you turn Natalie
into an insecure, screwed-up kid-

You need to take care of yourself, Dad-

Wait, Amanda. Amanda!

I'm not having you turn Natalie
into an insecure, screwed-up kid... -

I'm not having you turn Natalie
into an insecure, screwed-up kid... -

I'm not having you turn Natalie
into an insecure, screwed-up kid-

Hey, you've reached Mira-
You know what to do-

Hi, Mira. It's me, Drew.
Just leaving the office now.

Just wanted to say I'm a shit
for jumping your story.

Hope you're feeling better.

Um, I've got to go.

You can't be serious.

911, what's your emergency?

Yeah, I'm being chased on the I-66.

Come on. Really?

Come on!

- You okay, Drew?
- I... I don't know.

Just wanted to say I'm a shit
for jumping your story-

Hope you're feeling better-

I've got to go-

See what I mean?
You can hear it in his voice.

- Something happened.
- Yeah.

No, I hear you and see the dots
you're connecting, and, yes,

that conclusion makes
a lot of sense right now,

but suggesting that
the head of the FBI had Drew killed

because he printed a story?

Sounds crazy, right?

- Right.
- Yeah.

Listen, honey,
we're all heartbroken, okay?

But the reality is, this is probably
just a bad accident or road rage

or, I don't know,
whatever it might have been.

But, honestly, at this point,
sitting here playing detective,

it is not going to solve anything,

including a conspiracy theory.

Operation Unity.
That's what Dusty called it.

That could mean anything.

Dusty said that the FBI
was crossing the line.

Killing innocent civilians. His words.

And that he was coming to me
with his story

because of my articles about Sofia Flores.

I'm not following.

Sofia Flores
was an innocent civilian killed

in an accidental hit-and-run, unless...

unless it wasn't an accident.

So you think she was murdered by the FBI
and that is what crossed Dusty's line?

Maybe.

If what you're saying is true,
with the way the world is right now,

this could wipe out
the FBI's highest ranks.

As it should.

You do realize if your dots are correct
and we play this wrong,

we could both end up like Sofia.

And Dusty. And maybe Drew.

Still wanna pursue it?

We're sorry. The number
you have reached is not in service.

Please check the...

We're sorry. The number you have
reached is not in service.

Sorry... not in service.

Please check the number or try again-

check the number or try again.

I'm sorry, Mr-Block,

but your granddaughter
no longer goes to school here.

- Since when?
- A few days ago.

Did her mother say where they were moving?

- No.
- But her school records,

they had to be forwarded somewhere.

No, no one asked.
I'm not sure what happened.

I mean, usually,
we're given plenty of notice.

When did Amanda quit the hospital?

Amanda quit the hospital-
Amanda quit the hospital-

No, no, no, everything's fine-

Everything's fine. Everything's fine.

When did you last hear from Natalie?

Natalie. Natalie. Natalie. No, no-

Amanda. Amanda. Amanda-

When did my daughter quit the hospital?

Amanda. Amanda.
When did you last hear from Natalie?

Any idea where they might be?

Any idea where they might be?

So, no idea where they might be.

If fingers need to be pointed,

we know where to point them.

Who is it?

- It's me.
- God!

It's okay. It's just Pearl.

Thought I'd cheer you up. Dinner?

What am I looking at?

Dusty Crane's rap sheet
I pulled off the police wire.

And?

Now we know he was
an undercover federal agent,

so this shouldn't have been
in the national crimes main system.

To protect his identity.

- Which means it's fake.
- It's fake.

The only reason to do that
would be to spread misinformation

in order to discredit him
as a potential source.

So someone like me
doesn't write his story.

Okay, I could buy that.

But who?

Travis.

- What did you do?
- Senses return?

You ready to get back in the saddle?

- Where's my family?
- How the hell would I know?

If I find out you had anything
to do with Amanda

and my granddaughter disappearing,
you're gonna need more men.

I don't have a clue
what you're going on about.

Now, I know you've got a lot
swirling around that skull of yours,

but it doesn't have to be this way.

We always had each other's back,
remember?

Now, let's go to the office
and talk about saving souls.

I've told you before. No. It's over.

That's your decision.

That's the wrong decision, but yours.

Excuse me.

Last chance. Where are they?

We're the FBI.

We don't involve ourselves
in petty domestic disputes.

He touches the car again, shoot him.

The great J. Edgar Hoover once said,
in a public forum no less,

that the purpose of
counterintelligence action is to disrupt,

and it is immaterial whether facts exist
to substantiate the charge.

If I were to say that in public today,

I can just imagine the media backlash
that would wash me out of this office.

- It wouldn't be pretty, sir.
- No.

Nowadays, this country is ruled
by gotcha moments on Twitter.

But that doesn't mean
it's still not the truth.

Hoover had COINTELPRO
and I have Operation Unity.

And as unpopular
as what we do may sound,

history tells us
that spilling a little blood

is absolutely necessary
to maintain law and order.

Now, either Crane didn't understand that,
or didn't care.

And now look at the mess
he's making me clean up.

What's worse is,
he's infected someone dear to me.

- Block.
- Been a good friend.

Family for as long as I can remember.

Sir, I may be out of line here, but...

would you like us to have a word with him?

Someone in the FBI created
a false criminal record

for a federal agent involved
in a secret FBI program.

That fake record
was then sent out on the police wire

so that the media would ignore him.

Drew obviously didn't.

And now that agent and Drew
are both dead.

Interesting.

Almost.

We run that, and tomorrow,
we get a simple, logical explanation.

- We have no proof to refute it.
- Or corrupt FBI agents following us home.

- And then there's that.
- Fine.

You want more proof,
I'll just call the FBI

and ask for an interview
with the asshole that killed Dusty.

Mira, I know this is frustrating,
but what we need

is an actual living person
who can help tell the story.

Someone with specifics
who can fill in the basics.

The who, the what, the when.

- And if we're lucky, the why.
- The why is obvious.

Obvious to you isn't good enough.

Listen, if we are dealing
with a corrupt head of the FBI,

they will cover up the cover-up
with another cover-up

and they'll spin it as some top secret
national security operation

that hides behind
the veil of need-to-know.

The American people
need to know the truth.

That's what I used to think.

And you don't anymore?

Honestly, undecided.

Sometimes I think it's better to live
in the happiness of the unknown.

The United States government
is murdering its own innocent citizens.

Yeah.

That is messed up.

We need to nail these assholes.

Nothing? Nothing?

No forwarding address? No phone records?

Would you be able to pull school
enrollment records for Natalie Block?

Check the entire country.

Actually, Sam, one more thing.

Search all informants
who recently entered witness protection.

They may have changed their last names,
but they would have kept their first.

Amanda and Natalie.

Okay. Hey, Sam.

Let's keep this between us.

Do this for me, consider us even.

Thanks, Sam.

Block.

Yeah, Mira.

Listen, now is not a good time.

What do you have?

Robinson's very capable
when it comes to cleaning up his messes.

I would say this has
his fingerprints all over it.

I need a quote from a reliable source.

I'm the last person you want as a source.

But you know it's wrong.

I know what I know,
but my hands are dirty.

You put my name out there,
my credibility, it'll come into question.

Even my sanity.

They'll say I made the whole thing up,
all in the name of protecting myself.

Probably wind up like Dusty.

I still don't understand why Robinson
would go to all these lengths.

Same reason Hoover did it
for almost 50 years.

To maintain power, control,

which will give him a shelf life
that'll outlast

every politician on Capitol Hill
and in the White House.

You can't let them get away with this.

I mean, this is your chance
to right all your wrongs.

What's done is done.
There's no going backwards.

Then let's go forward and prevent Robinson
from abusing his power in the future.

If we don't stand up to him,
he'll just keep growing Operation Unity.

He probably will.

Remember, it's your job
to protect the agents.

How many more Dustys have to die
for you to stop looking the other way?

As long as I've worked for Robinson,
I've never heard of Operation Unity.

Somebody must know.

These sort of people
don't talk out of turn.

Maybe, but secrets this big
can't hide forever.

Robinson has a safe in his house

where he keeps a record of everyone
and everything the Bureau touches.

- Everything?
- Everything.

It's his security blanket,

ammunition in case anyone
decides to turn against him.

If there's a paper trail
on Operation Unity,

it's in there.

What do you mean, he blew up your car?

Block shot it with a grenade launcher.

I must never underestimate that man.

Where is the crazy son of a bitch now?

Don't know-

Well, I do.

- He's here.
- Here as in...

As in, my front door.

If you're not too busy,
you might wanna stop by.

Wasn't expecting you.

Got a minute?

You sent them.

- I sent who?
- Right.

You know, if you were just honest with me,

I'd have more respect for you.

I take it this isn't a friendly pop in.
What the hell do you want?

All your files on Operation Unity.

I'm afraid that's not happening.

It's not a request, Gabriel.

This is a huge mistake.

I'll add it to my list. Open it.

Or what?

Are you really gonna shoot me, Travis?

Yes, I will.

The hard drive.
I need to see what's on it.

Load it up.

Step aside.

The world isn't ready
to see what's on that drive.

The truth can be difficult,
but it's better than the alternative.

You two, take the back.

I recommend you walk away.

This is not your fight.

You were just taking orders.

Robinson's using you.

The way he used me.

We're just bullets in his chamber.

Enough is enough!

Travis.

Who are you?

This is Pearl. She works with me.

Please don't shoot her.

Can we trust her with this?

We can.

- Doughnuts? Really?
- It was all I could find in this dump.

So, Robinson hid Amanda and Natalie
in witness protection?

But no idea where they are?

Okay.

Thanks, Sam. Yeah.
Appreciate you looking.

Using your family as leverage against you
is so effing wrong.

Sorry to say, seems relatively minor
compared to everything else he's doing.

Character assassinations,

political blackmail,
and looks like flat-out murder.

All under the guise
of protecting democracy.

What's it say about Dusty Crane?

Looks like you got everything
you'd ever want to know about him.

- There's a video.
- Play it.

Dustin Crane, Special Agent-

Your mission?

You know that. It's deep infil.

Have you maintained
contact with the target?

Yes, the target's name is Sofia Flores-

How often is your exposure?

Every day, at least a few hours
a day, sometimes longer.

How have you been able
to maintain that level of contact

with an unsuspecting target?

She, She thinks I'm her boyfriend-

And?

Are you her boyfriend?

-I'd like to think so-
-How long has this been going on?

A little over a year, now-

And she has no idea who you really are?

No, no. No, she doesn't.

You can see it in his face.

They were in love.

I feel sick.

What are you doing?
You're going the wrong way.

You knew Dusty Crane
was in love with Sofia Flores.

Travis.

You got nervous
he might come clean to her.

The thought that someone
with her influence

might find out what you were up to
scared you.

You slippery shit.

Pull the damn car over.

That's why you killed her, and then him.

To protect your secret operation.

You know nothing.

Listen carefully.

Operation Unity is going public.
The whole thing.

- Bullshit.
- You need to listen.

Not to you, I don't.

How about now?

Our arrangement never happened.

You're going to destroy my file
and forget everything I've done for you.

After that, you will go public
with the truth about the operation.

I am the director of the most
powerful organization in the world.

I will not bargain with you.

Then call it coercion.

If I'm not being convincing enough,
there are other ways.

Fine. We'll do it your way.

I'll clean your record.

But there is no chance in hell
I am admitting to anything,

and if I hear a whisper
of Operation Unity in the press,

you'll be indicted before the day is over.

That was the last threat
you will ever make to me.

You wanna put a bullet in your old friend?

Go ahead.

You'd be doing me a favor.

Please, do it.

Do it!

No. You're not getting off that easy.
The truth needs to be told.

And you're gonna be the one to tell it.

But first, you tell me. Where's my family?

There she is!

Grandpa!

Hey! Come here to me.

You don't need to worry.
Nobody's out there.

- I've already checked.
- Good, and there probably never will be.

That's just how my brain is wired.

I know.

I missed you.

- Hi, Dad.
- Hey, sweetheart. Everything okay?

Just never thought
we'd be in witness protection.

- I'm sorry about all that.
- It's all right. We're fine.

I'm just sorry about everything
that you've been through.

- Is everything okay with you?
- Couldn't be better.

- Anybody wanna go home?
- I do!

- I do!
- Me too.

"Robinson was indicted
after admitting to the existence

of the morally reprehensible program
he dubbed Operation Unity.

He remains behind bars, awaiting trial."

Look at these comments.

"Explosive."

- "The News Cycle at its finest."
- Don't forget this one.

"Award-worthy reporting."

I'm proud of you, Mira.

- I saw it.
- Well, what do you think?

Very thorough-

I...

I was surprised you didn't mention
my Vietnam mishap.

No use for you being on trial
for something you did when you were a kid.

Article's good.

Thank you.

For... everything.

I couldn't have done it without you.

And I wouldn't have done it
without you, so thank you.

You're welcome.

Take care, Mira.

You too.

A little help, please.

Run, run, run! Keep running!

Go! That's a girl.

That's it. Keep going.

- Go, go, go, go! Good girl!
- It's flying! It's flying!

Attagirl.

- You're pretty good at that.
- A bit rusty. Go!

You sure you don't wanna hang out
with us this weekend?

I'm good.

I have a date.

- Good for you.
- Yeah, we'll see.

But if you or Natalie need anything,
just let me know.

Will do.

And don't forget to feed her.
Make sure she brushes her teeth.

Get her to school on time Monday morning.

Food, teeth, school. Consider it done.
Anything else?

No shooting guns.

No guns.

Where do you stand on explosives?