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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!

.

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 trail.

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!