All language subtitles for FBI_S07E22[_5915]_Legendas01.ENG

[car horns beeping]

[indistinct chatter]

[keypad beeping]

[buzzer rings]

- Hey.
- Welcome back, jefe.

- Caleb. Long time, man.

- Got too fancy for us.

Assistant Special Agent
in Charge.

- Yeah, it's a mouthful, right?
- You wear it well.

This informant
must be a big deal

if they're bringing you in
to debrief him.

- Wait, how do you know
who I'm meeting with?

That shouldn't be on your log.

- The guy's jumpy.

He got here early an hour ago.

- He's here already?

- [scoffs]
Like I said, jumpy.

- What's he said?
- I got nada.

Guy refuses to say a peep,
unless it's to you.

He's spooked, for sure.

- Hey.

- This one feels different.

Big.

- And you're Kevin Saxton with
the Defense Department, right?

Logistics, shipping,
inventory, et cetera.

And you have something that
the FBI might wanna hear?

- Yeah, but, uh--

- Kevin, talk to me.

- [clears throat] So I'm--
I'm--I'm being surveilled,

and I need to get
someplace safe,

and then I'll tell you
what I know.

- Yeah, that's--
that's no problem.

We can get you protection.

But can you give me a hint at
what we're dealing with here?

- So a new day is coming.

- Can you be more specific?

- There is an attack planned

on your office, 26 Fed.

It's targeted.
It's sophisticated.

Code name, A New Day.

- O--Okay, let's--
let's back up.

Do you know who is
planning this attack?

- Um, I flagged
a strange report.

I downloaded it
to show my supervisor.

And the next day, it was
deleted from the DOD server.

- And you still have that file?
- Yeah.

And I will share it, once I am
in Belize, or--or Botswana,

or wherever they
can't get to me.

[suspenseful music]

Look, I--I know
how this sounds,

but you and your people
are in danger.

- Okay.

Uh, let me get
my SAC on the phone,

and we'll figure something out.

- Mm.

♪

- [sighs]

[buzzer rings]

- Brett!

Great to see you.
- Good morning. Morning, boss.

They're expecting us upstairs.

- Let me walk you two up.

[suppressed gunshot]

- Not getting a signal here.

- I got nothing either.

- That's a signal jam!

That--they're--they're here.

They're here.
- Uh, no--

- No, no, no, no. I'm going.

I'm going. No, no!
We all need to go!

- Kevin, relax.
Are you guys getting a sig--

- No, no, no, no!

[suppressed gunshot]
- [gasps]

- Get down!
- Please, please--

- Oh!
[grunts]

- Oh--oh, my God.

[suspenseful music]

- No, no, no, please, no!
[gunshot]

[grunts]
Oh, God.

[grunts]

[suppressed gunshot]

- [whispering]
There's a panic button.

Cover me.

- W-wait, wait, wait!

[suppressed gunshot]
- [grunts]

- No, no, no, no!

♪

[gunshots]

- Hey, distress signal from
the Threat Intake Center

on 81st Street?
- I know.

- Jubal was there?

- I haven't been able
to get ahold of him.

- Office lines are dead
at the station.

- All right, Ian, can we get
feed from inside the building?

- Feeds are down.

External data transmission's
been cut off.

- All right, Jubal was
meeting a whistleblower there

this morning.
This is no coincidence.

I've got a team en route.

♪

- [softly]
Second floor is clear.

Where's Jubal?

- [softly] I don't know.

- No Jubal.

- Guys, that's his phone.

♪

- [groans]

[door bell chimes]

- Hey. Sorry.

Uh, I'm with the--
I'm with the FBI.

- Do you need an ambulance?

- Uh, yeah, but do you have
a first aid kit here?

Like, bandages?

- In the back, to the left.
- All right. So yes.

Call--call 911.

Use a landline if you have it.

But lock the door first.

[panting]
[door bell chimes]

- Are you the only one
working here?

I'm looking for someone
who might have come

in here, possibly wounded.

♪

- Damn it.

Stay where you are!
Don't move. Get behind me.

- ASAC Jubal Valentine,
I got your distress signal.

Oh, God, you're injured.
That doesn't look good.

Let me give you
a lift to the hospital.

- Who are you?

- Easy, you can put that down.

Special Agent Maxine Joubert.

Distress call pinged my Tahoe.

- Out of which office?

- I'm Jersey side.

- Wait, how did you find me?

That distress signal
was five blocks south.

- You're shaken up.
I don't know what you've seen.

I'm just responding to a call.

♪

You're worried for him? Buddy.

- No!

[both grunting]

♪

[muffled gunshot]

- Jubal!

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- What happened?

- She's Forefront.

That's--that's who shot up
the Threat Intake Center.

There were two of them,
at least.

They're back,

and they're inside the FBI.

♪

- So this is the agent
that tried to--

- Kill me, yeah.

Maxine Joubert,
legit FBI agent out of Jersey.

Seven years under her belt.

- Average caseload,
no reprimands or accolades.

Unremarkable.

- Yeah, except for
the Forefront tattoo.

They all seem to have that.

So last time
we dealt with Forefront,

they were inside
the Marshals Service.

- Yeah, inside the JOC
stealing intel,

crippling our investigations.

- Right.

And after we shut them down,
whoever is running them

was somehow able
to recruit FBI agents.

- [softly]
As unthinkable as that is,

the real question is,
what do they want now?

- Well, this is the guy that
I met with this morning.

Kevin Saxton, DOD logistics.

He was telling me
about a terror plot

that came across his desk
targeting the New York office.

Maggie and OA are on their way
to Kevin's apartment,

so hopefully
they'll find something.

I mean, what--
what worries me is--

- How many more Forefront
operatives are inside the FBI?

- And where they are.

- Jubal, we've gotta start
talking about your protection.

They saw your face.
- I can take care of myself.

- Listen, Forefront went in
to kill anyone

who could reveal their plan.

Now they have a loose end: you.

- [sighs]
Sir.

- ADIC Reynolds.

Deputy Assistant
Director Keane.

- Isobel.

- Six dead
at an offsite station.

Thank God you got out.
I'd love to hear how.

Right now, in fact.

[suspenseful music]

- Yeah.

♪

- This morning, you were
meeting with a DOD informant

at the Threat Intake Center.

What'd he tell you?

- We were hit before I was
able to get much from him,

but he--he called the op
A New Day.

- In your report,
you refer to this informant

as a whistleblower.

Why that term, whistleblower?
Did you already...

- You're nervous.

- I just--I wish we knew more.

- I hear you.

- How'd they get access
to the building?

- Shot the guard, sir.

- Well, the code at the front
door changes every 24 hours.

The purpose of that location
is a secret.

Do you have any notion
as to how they got in?

- One explanation.
They have help.

Forefront has people
inside the bureau,

maybe inside this building.

- Yeah, on that we can agree.

I've been keeping tabs on them.

Forefront is cunning.

They've burrowed into
our institutions.

They're good at hiding
in plain sight.

Makes them difficult
to sniff out.

And yet you, ASAC Valentine,

have encountered
and survived not one,

but two attacks by this group.

- This is a waste of time.
Jubal is as good as they come.

- There, we may not agree.

Reading your file, it's no
novella, I'll tell you that.

You stayed with the bureau
even after being

passed over for the top job.

A lot of guys would have
put in for a transfer.

Not you.

Then again, a lot of guys don't
have your past record either.

Answer me this.

If Forefront really wanted
to hide one of their own

in the New York office, they'd
want someone well-positioned

to pass on intel.

Maybe an ASAC,

someone with a sordid past,

easy to blackmail.

- Sir, I've never been
a perfect agent.

I made peace with the fact that
my career would have a ceiling.

I own my mistakes.

But if you've looked closely,
as you say you have,

you'd see I would never
betray the bureau,

or anyone in this building.

♪

[door buzzes]

- ADIC Reynolds,
this kind of suspicion,

this division, it is exactly
what Forefront wants.

I would stake my reputation
and my career on the fact

that he is not associated
with Forefront in any way.

- Your career?

It's a hefty wager.

I'll take it.

But if these people have
infiltrated the FBI,

we three have to
keep this quiet.

And any findings related
to Forefront,

you bring to me and me alone.

You understand?

- Yes, sir.

♪

[sighs]

[whispering] Okay, so...

you don't think it's strange
that ADIC Reynolds

wants to keep
terrorist infiltration

of the FBI under wraps?

- [softly] Maybe he doesn't
wanna tip his hand.

It's better that Forefront
doesn't know we're on to them.

- Right, but they do know.
I'm--I'm a loose end.

- Jubal, he is our superior.

- And look, we have to--we have
to consider this, right?

We just do.

What if he is the man
responsible for these attacks

and we're just handing him our
only shred of evidence here?

- Like my grandma always said,
don't put the horse in the car.

- You mean, don't put the cart
before the horse?

- No.

No, I mean, English was
her second language,

but you get my point.

I have no concrete reason
to suspect John Reynolds.

- How does Kevin Saxton,
a low-level logistics analyst,

stumble across
a terror plot like this?

- I bet it's in his files.

Kevin knew something,
and he was killed for it.

- Yeah, but by who?

Forefront has operatives
inside the FBI.

Maggie, if people
can't trust us,

then how are we gonna
trust ourselves?

- We're gonna
get through this.

So is the FBI.

- It would help if we knew
what we were looking for.

Thumb drives, files--

- NYPD! Come out!
Hands where we can see them!

[tense music]

♪

- We're the FBI.

We're following a lead.

Somebody was murdered
here this morning.

- Yeah, it doesn't explain
you tossing the place.

Keep your hands up!

- I'm gonna show you
my badge and my gun.

- Slowly.
- Yeah, how else?

Okay?

- Do you mind telling me
what you guys are doing here?

- Got a 911 call.

Neighbors said they heard
someone forcing the door.

- Let me see your wrists.

- What the hell?

- Do you have any tattoos
on your wrists?

- You serious?
- Very.

- We good?

- Yeah.

- False alarm, ma'am.

They're federal agents.
Nothing to worry about.

- Kevin was murdered?

- He was murdered this morning.
Did you know him?

- I--I mean, I--

I--we're neighbors
for five years,

and I got his packages--
by mistake.

- But you two weren't close?

- I didn't think so.

Then last night, he's bringing
me over some of his home brew.

You can come in.

You just have to
ignore the mess.

- You said that he brought over
some home brew?

- Yeah, but not for me.

I mean, he says he's got this
alcoholic sister coming in,

and he needs a place
to store it.

- Okay, is it still here?

- Yeah, it's right there.

You--you guys are allowed
to drink on the job now?

- Unfortunately not.

- What else can you
tell us about Kevin?

- I kind of didn't believe him.

The sister story? Hm.

Just didn't sit right.

- Uh, Maggie?

♪

[applause]
- Hey, thank you.

I'm fine. Thank you very much.

We have bigger fish
to fry here.

Where are we with
Kevin Saxton's USB file?

- Cracked the files
on the drive.

They're all equipment
tracking logs.

Looks like he was trying to
locate a rerouted shipment

meant for the Pentagon.

- Any idea what was
being transported?

- Cell phones, couple dozen.

- Phones?

Well, I'm guessing there's more
to them than custom emojis.

If they're worth stealing, that
means somebody's missing them.

Who?
- Well, us.

According to Kevin's files,
these phones were designed

in a joint CIA-NSA op.

- Says here they were packed
with a micro explosive

and detonator rigged
to blow when they

received an encrypted text.

- Okay, so those are like
the pagers Mossad developed.

- The project was scrapped
and the devices

were sent to the Pentagon.

But based on Kevin's logs,
someone found out

about the shipment
and altered the logistics chain

to have these devices
delivered to an internal

FBI supply department.

- Wait, so you're saying
that explosive phones

are unknowingly in the hands
of FBI agents?

- And the specs are identical

to our standard issue
cell phones.

- Everybody stop.

What is the date
on that report?

- Four weeks ago.

- Okay.

Has anyone received
or traded in

an FBI-issued phone
in the last month?

- I can store them in
our Faraday cage just in case.

It would block out
any detonation signal.

- Okay, do it.

- Okay, so let's--
let's keep moving.

I wanna know
who ordered this shipment

and where these phones are now.

- Okay, so, uh,
the DOD order Kevin flagged

was recoded for delivery
to an FBI office

of Intelligence Systems
Management.

That office doesn't exist.

- Yeah. Okay.
So these phones went somewhere.

So dig in, get creative.

The lives of good people
in this office are at risk.

We need to know how many agents
received a new phone

since that order went through,
yeah?

[suspenseful music]

- [whispering]
This is it,

everything on
Kevin Saxton's drive.

- Okay, thanks.
I'll go in alone.

- You sure?

- I am not sure of anything
right now, but I'm fine.

Really.

And if you see DAD Keane,
send him in.

I'll signal you
if anything seems off.

- Yeah.

[muffled rumbling]

[rumbling and thudding]

- What the hell was that?

[knocking]

- Someone just walked in.

I'll call you right back?

- When were you issued
that phone?

- What?

- We believe that there is
a shipment of phones

rigged with explosives
in the field.

When did you get it?

- A month, maybe more.
I'd have to ask Lisa.

- John, we have to be sure.

Anyone who received

a bureau-issued phone
in the last month--

[fire alarm ringing]
[muffled shouting]

- Isobel. Hey!

[tense music]

Isobel!

Hey!

Isobel.

Isobel!

[sirens wailing]

- Bombs went off
on three different floors.

- We've just gotta
keep our heads together.

- [softly] Hey.

- Oh, there you are, thank God.

This is insane.

- How do we come back
from this?

- Hey, where's Maggie?

We couldn't get ahold of her.

- I don't know.

- Yeah.

Look, I'm--I'm sure
she's fine, okay?

- Straight ahead.

- Just need the positive ID.

His phone went off, yes?
- Affirmative.

ADIC Reynolds' phone
received the command.

- Who is that?

- SAC Castille.
- Jesus.

- She must have been
in the room when it went off.

This is gonna be
a problem for us.

- Well, if it wasn't planned,
it damn well is, isn't it?

All right.
Let's get EMS up here.

I want these deaths declared,
carted out.

- Shall I oversee?
- What?

No, no,
you shouldn't be up here.

The op's a success.

Let the dust settle.

Now I have to clear the JOC.

Come on.

♪

- Okay, so let's take a beat.

This is it.

This is A New Day.

And this kind of emergency
is exactly

the reason the JOC exists.

Now, EMS is clearing
the 19th floor right now.

There were multiple explosions.

- Isobel was up there.

- Yeah, she was.

With ADIC Reynolds.

But there will be--
there will be time to mourn.

Now is not that time.

Now, all we know is, FBI agents
aligned with Forefront

targeted FBI personnel,
good people.

I don't know about you, but I
would like to pin the bastards

down who thought they
could come into our home

and make a mess!

So let's get to work.

Elise, talk to me.

- Uh, four confirmed explosions
in the building.

Um, multiple floors.

- And--and five explosions
reported in the field.

There was an agent
in his car on the BQE

when his phone was detonated.

- Too early to tell
who they were.

- Okay, I wanna know
how these guys operate.

Someone ordered this attack.

Someone is leading Forefront,

pulling the strings.
Who?

- Cross-referencing
every Forefront

member we've encountered.

Maybe there's a link we missed.
- Good.

Throw--throw everything
up on the wall.

No time for Rembrandts.
Give me Jackson Pollocks.

- Hold--hold everything,
please.

This building is
being evacuated.

- What--wait, wait, wait.
What?

These--these--these people
know the risks.

They--they signed up for it.

- I'm sure they do,
but you are being evacuated.

All personnel.
- O--Okay.

Uh, DAD Keane, listen--

- I'm afraid
it's Acting Director now.

Look, I'm sorry for your loss,
but we are under attack.

We don't know where
the danger's coming from.

Right now, my responsibility
is securing this building.

We are gonna
get these guys, okay?

- We--we--
we need the JOC right now.

These people are the--the
best tool that the bureau has

for finding out
who ordered these attacks

and what their endgame is.

- That's exactly why
I need you to stop.

♪

My way forward,
there's only one way.

Cut out the cancer.

So...

I'm placing the entire
New York field office

on administrative leave
until we know who's who.

That means shields,
phones, weapons

all remain here temporarily.

Thank you.

- Under whose authority?

My team has dealt
with Forefront.

I've seen this menace
firsthand.

- I know it. I know.

And you always seem
to come away clean.

Look, I watched Reynolds
grill you earlier.

I don't think
there's anything to it,

but you have to understand
my position, yes?

It's not personal.

It's existential.

♪

I'll need your weapon.

And...

Thank you.

♪

[sirens wailing]

- Maggie!

You okay?

- Yeah. Listen--

- You were on 19?
When the bombs went off?

- I was.

- And ADIC Reynolds,
I heard he's--

- He was killed.

So was SAC Castille.

- What?

- ADIC Reynolds
and SAC Castille are both dead?

- Yes.

- What are we gonna do?
- There's nothing to do.

We've all been
relieved of our duties.

[indistinct conversation]

- Maggie.

[distant sirens wailing]

Were you guys followed?
- No. Were you?

- You guys wanna tell us
what the hell we're doing here?

- Downstairs.
We've got some work to do.

- What is this place?

- Looks like an old
undercover site.

- It's off the books.
We're safe here.

- Hey, guys.

- Oh, my God.
I thought you were--

- Ma'am, uh, you need medical.

- No.

Right now, I need to be dead.

If we're gonna stop Forefront,
we have to move in the shadows.

We're going dark.

♪

- Are we sure that
no one else knows we're here?

- We can't be sure
of anything anymore.

- All right.

We have to get
our heads around this.

With ADIC Reynolds gone,
Forefront now has control

of the New York field office,
including all of its assets,

and they are taking orders
from Simon Keane.

- Keane?

He's career FBI.
I mean, he's a company man.

- Yeah, I heard him talking
after the bomb went off.

He wanted verification that the
hit on Reynolds was successful.

- We think Reynolds was
getting close to him, right?

That's why he was targeted.

- With the files
the whistleblower collected,

Reynolds would
have confirmed it.

- Right.

- All right, we need concrete
evidence connecting Keane

to Forefront,
and the phone bombs

that killed ADIC Reynolds
and our eight other agents.

- It's gonna be tough,
right?

We can't access any,
uh, internal servers

or FBI databases, right?

- Logging in will
expose us to Forefront.

- Then we draw them out.

Bring them to us.

- Okay, but then what?

They stripped us
of our firearms.

[apprehensive music]

- Everything we do from now on
is unsanctioned.

I would never demand
that any of you

put yourselves in
the crosshairs unnecessarily.

It's your choice.

- I'm good.

- I'd rather take orders from
a ghost than a traitor any day.

- So that's that.
Where do we start?

- We need to track down
our CIs.

Get every weapon you can.

[tense music]

♪

- Okay, so welcome
to the new JOC.

Same as the old JOC,
only, you know,

entirely different.

Let's back it up
to 8:00 a.m. this morning.

DOD whistleblower Kevin Saxton
was assassinated

after he tells me
that he uncovered a DT plot

against the New York office,
code name A New Day.

And this is it, A New Day.

ADIC Reynolds and eight others
were the intended targets,

so what we need
to figure out is,

why kill these eight agents?

- Well, we know that
they certainly

were not all high ranking.

I mean, at least
half of these agents

were just regular folks
trying to make cases.

- They all worked for different
divisions inside the office.

It's almost random.

- What do we know about them?

- Olivia Wilson, helped her out
with a cybercrime case.

Hackers were based
out of Guangzhou.

- I know Kenzie Baker.

We planned a corporate
espionage sting last year.

- Who was the target?

- Aerospace company.

Chinese military was
after their designs.

- We worked with Devon Mills
on a political corruption case.

- Hush money out of--
- Beijing.

Okay, I'm seeing a pattern.

- Okay, so what are--
what are we saying here?

That these eight targets
were all investigating

Chinese influence in New York.

- Come on, we think Forefront
is a Chinese op?

- Is it really so far-fetched?

I mean, we know that
China's active in New York,

hunting dissidents,
blackmailing lawmakers,

stealing trade secrets--

all of the things that
these brave agents

were putting a stop to.

- Okay, but if Forefront
answers to Beijing,

what's their goal?

- Destabilize New York's
law enforcement,

install corrupt leaders.

- So the Chinese government
expands their reach

without retaliation.

- But can we prove that?

All we have are
some names on a window.

- Oh, I'll get Keane to talk.
Force his hand.

- That goes sideways,
then you're exposed.

- What's he gonna do?
Kill me again?

- I'm--
[sighs]

Only trying to keep the ship--

Moving.

- ADIC Keane.

- Let me call you back.

Uh, a lot of loose ends
keep popping up.

Okay.
[line beeps]

- I'm searching you.

Don't make this hard.

- I don't think
that's necessary, Brett.

- Should we talk alone?

- Anything you can say to him,
you can say to me.

- Fine.

Taking out ADIC Reynolds
was a good move.

- [laughs]

I can't imagine you know
what you're saying, Isobel.

You--you've had
a terrible accident, you're--

- I know what you planned,
and I think it's long overdue.

You took eight agents
off the board for China.

Eight agents.

All of them were investigating
the Chinese government

meddling in New York State.

- I did no such thing.

- I still have
my FBI-issued phone.

I wasn't a target.

Not on your list.

You wanted ADIC Reynolds,

and I happened to be in
the wrong place, wrong time.

But I don't have to be
collateral damage.

I think you'll find my
connections in the bureau

invaluable to our cause.

Keep me in place as the SAC,

and I will provide
a sense of stability,

something you need
after today's chaos.

- Why would he trust you?

- Well, he shouldn't,
but I can prove my loyalty.

Right now, there is a team
that you put on leave,

Agents Bell and Zidan
under ASAC Valentine.

They are working to determine
who is responsible

for today's bombings.
- What?

- How long do you think
it's gonna take them

to make the connections I did?

- How do you know this?

- Well, information finds me.

How do you think
I made it this far?

Let me join you.

I'll give you their location,
your last loose end.

Eventually, someone will
have to take the blame

for today's violence.
It may as well be them.

They're already
in violation of the law,

operating outside
of the bureau.

- That location,
you're sure of it?

[ominous music]

- If I was Forefront, I'd force
us to reveal our position.

- Then that's what we do.

We show ourselves,
then retreat to wherever

we can make this a fair fight.

- Guys, what if they come
through these tunnels?

- Uh, that would
make them insane.

- They come through these
tunnels, we're surrounded.

- And if I forget everything
you just told me?

- Come on, Quantico was not
that long ago, all right?

Even if you miss,
it still pops.

You guys look great.
- We got your back.

You got this.
- Okay.

Worst case,
you throw it at the guy.

- [sighs]

♪

- We need to assume that
we're gonna be outgunned.

Forefront is FBI.

That means they are
trained just like us.

- But that means that we
can anticipate their moves.

- We all know the plan.

Split up, force them to fight

where we can control
the terrain.

- Yeah, I just wanna say,
splitting up sounds

a lot less safe than
not splitting up.

- That is the best chance
that we have.

Stay down. Maintain cover.

- It's okay
that you're nervous.

We need to get out there
and have each other's backs.

We do that, we'll win.

- Right. Copy that.

Isobel just confirmed
Keane took the bait.

Forefront is on the way here
right now.

- Positions, everybody.
- Let's go!

[train horn blares]

[tracks rattling]

[distant PA announcements]

[tense music]

- [softly]
Go on the other side.

♪

- Echo team, you take point.

- Copy.

- [softly] Now.

[device beeps]

- [screams]

[gunfire]

- Echo Team,
get to the lower level!

- Fall back!

- With me, take them.

Take them!
Take them, take them, go!

♪

- [softly] Go.

- Duck!
[grunts]

[gunshots]

- [grunts]
- Ah!

- [exhales]

[both breathing heavily]

♪

[cartridge clicks]

- [grunts]

[electricity crackles]

- [gasps]

- [groaning]

[gunfire]

- [grunts]

[both grunt]

- Regroup.
Everyone at the top level.

Echo team, regroup!

[grunts]

[dramatic music]

♪

[phone buzzes]

- Can't get in.
Get cyber and figure out how.

I need access to everything
as soon as you can.

- It's that very lack of
patience that is your undoing.

- What the hell
are you talking about?

- Everybody on your knees.
Hands on your head, now.

- Whoa, whoa.

Stand down, everybody.

What do you think's
going on here?

- It's over.

You're done.

This is the first
of many indignities

you are about to experience.

- You have nothing.

I've done nothing.

[phone beeps]

- Right now, there is a team
that you put on leave,

Agents Bell and Zidan
under ASAC Valentine.

They are working to determine
who is responsible

for today's bombings.
- What?

- Let me join you.

I'll give you their location,
your last loose end.

- That location,
you're sure of it?

Show him.

[tense music]

♪

- It's not a bomb, but it is
enough to blow up your plans.

Let's not forget you sent men
to kill federal agents,

myagents.

- Isobel, that is
a bald-faced lie.

- Well, soon-to-be former

Special Agent Wabash
says different.

He reports directly to you,

and he has already
explained everything,

how you conspired
to take control of this office

at the direction
of a foreign adversary.

♪

- Brett.

You...

♪

You and your agents...

you have no idea what's
really happening out there.

This country is
being left behind,

and I am just trying
to protect us.

- By exposing us
to our foreign enemies?

- Wow, enemies, adversa--
you still don't get it.

We need
a different relationship.

Productive, mutual, peaceful.

That is how we survive, Isobel.

- You are a traitor to this
office and to our country.

So here's a new directive
for you.

Get down on the ground.

♪

- It's okay to take
a breath, Zidan.

- [exhales] How do we know
that we got them all?

Maggie, Keane lead Forefront,

but what if someone else
took up the banner?

- Forefront came for us twice,
and we took them out.

If we have to,
we'll do it again.

- You're right.

- I know.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey. Good morning, everyone.

Um...

Uh, so it's hard to know
what to say here, but, uh...

Well, I'm proud
to look around this room

at all the faces who stood up
in the face of terror,

and I am thankful to everyone
who stood up

who is not
standing here now.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

Uh...

- [sighs]

We have successfully
taken down Forefront.

We also learned that
there are greater dangers

lurking in the shadows.

I know that scares me, right?

But we have a choice to make.

Do we run towards the danger,
or away from it?

For me, that choice is easy,

because I believe
in all of you.

The FBI, ourFBI,

the ones who work tirelessly

to protect the...

innocent lives every day...

To protect the innocent.

And every--every day...

[tense music]

♪

- Ma'am?

Ma'am?
Ma'am! Ma'am!

Isobel! Isobel!
[clamoring]

- Give them some space,
some space.

- She doesn't have a pulse.

- Get EMT in here right now!
- Call it in, call it in!

[clamoring]
Isobel! Isobel!

[tense music]

♪

[wolf howls]