All language subtitles for Blindspot.S03E02.Enemy.Bag.of.Tricks.720p.WEBRip.2CH.x265.HEVC-PSA_Legendas01

(dried leaves crunching)

(man panting)

Buddy...

Same time last year,
I bagged a 14-pointer on mine.

Got 'em not a mile in
with this baby.

Not a good day
to be in the woods.

There's wolves about.

Who the hell
are you?

No one.

Why don't you go back
to grandma's house,

Little Orange Riding Hood?

You are trespassing
on my land.

So you're
gonna get gone, now,

or my friend here
is gonna call the police.

(clicks tongue)

(brush rustling)

My friends here don't want
the authorities involved.

**

Please, hold on,
we can talk about this!

(gunshots,
hunters grunting)

**

(sizzling)

(Jane)
Mmm.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Did I wake you?

No. I was out
like a light.

That air mattress is
surprisingly comfortable.

Don't worry about that,
'cause I'm gonna have

our bed and everything else
shipped over today.

Did you do something
different with your hair?

Well, do you like it?

I love it.

Hey, what's all this?

Uh, nothing.

Don't worry
about that.

These are all
final notices.

Kinda spent
a lot of money.

Trying to find you.

How much?

All of it.

Yeah.

Nearly had to sell
the apartment to get
back in the black.

It's all good now.
We're both back at work.

Things'll be back
to normal very soon.

What?
Mm...

What's wrong?

I'm actually vegan now.

Really?

(weakly)
Yeah.

(chuckling)
Okay.

Well, all the monks
in Kathmandu were vegan,

and then, you know,
I kind of really liked it.

Mmm... mmm!

Mmm.

Any other surprises
I need to know about?

None that I can think of.

That's good.
(laughs)

Stuart, how many processing
cores did you redirect?

There's crazy lag
in my system.

Uh... technically,
it stopped being your system

ever since you left to create
your Elftown App.

Don't do that, Stuart.
You know it's called Elfville.

Okay... it's called
Wizardville.

You both know that.

It was number one in the app
store for seven weeks.

Those jerks at Elftown
couldn't even get

first-round
VC funding, so...

All I'm saying
is it's kind of our lab now.

A co-lab with a...
a co-system.

So let's quit sweating
the small stuff and...

and focus all our energy
on this one tattoo

that has been bugging me.

One tattoo that has
been bugging you

is literally
the small stuff.

My system,
the one I designed,

is optimized for
a holistic approach.

Patterson, there's one tattoo
that's bugging me.

I want to crack it today.

(Patterson)
Yeah! It's that easy.

You decide on a tattoo
you wanna crack,

and the magic machine
just cracks it.

Which one?

Perseus.

I think I solved
some of it last night.

You solved it
on your own?

I'm not just
a handsome face, Tasha.

All right.
Uh, how did you solve it?

What are you doing here?

I need a favor.

Some help with
the tattoos.

What, are you insane?

Maybe. But you
are gonna help me.

If I don't?
I'll tell Jane
what happened in Berlin.

What do you need?

I need it
solved tomorrow.

Or a lot of people
are gonna die.

I'm not gonna be
your Trojan horse.

I don't care
about the FBI.

Or burning down the world.

I'm trying
to help you save it.

Keep telling yourself that.

Jane's new tattoos
are different.

There is a sequence
to them.

So maybe I jump ahead.

I work out your end game,
and I take you down.

Won't work.

Try to climb
too high, too fast...

the whole thing crumbles.

So, every now and then,

I'm just gonna tell you
where to step next.

Solve "Perseus."

The answer's already
in your hands.

I was combing through
the new tattoos.

I noticed something strange
about Perseus's hands.

He's got five fingers
on his left hand,

six on his right.

11.

What a math whiz
you are.

(Weller)
There's nothing
in Greek mythology

that says anything about
Perseus having 11 fingers.

But I do know
one place that does.

Upstate New York.
The Finger Lakes.

There's 11 of them.

All right, here's a map
of the region.

Can you scale that tattoo,
fit it to the map?

All the tattoos are vectors.
I can do anything.

So let's size this up,
lose the sword,

lose the Medusa head.

Look, the fingers
match the lakes.

Perseus had two...
rings on both hands

with matching symbols.

L-X-T and Y-1-7.

Maybe we convert the letters
and get coordinates.

No, but there still
might be something

if we connect the symbols.

(computer beeping)

(Zapata)
An intersection point.

Pull up the satellite view
on the map.

(Zapata)
Zoom in.

What's there?

It's nothing.
A big, empty field.

Wait, where is this tattoo
on my body?

Left breast. Chest!

The left chest area.

So what happens if you
take the new tattoo

and overlay it with
the old ink tattoos

on my left chest area?

(beeping)

What's at
the intersection point?

The new tattoos intersect
with the old tattoos.

A circle.

No... it's
a search radius.

(Reade)
But what are we searching for?

What's L-X-T
and Y-1-7?

We don't know.
That's not the only problem.

Things are different this time.
We know Roman tattooed you.

We know he has
ulterior motives.

There's dangers
to playing Roman's game.

And there are dangers
to not playing it.

I'm not saying we don't.

I'm just saying let's
be pragmatic about it.

Cautious.
Let's gather more intel.

What if we don't have
that kind of time?

I don't see anything
on these screens

that says we need to rush
out of here right now.

We can't just blindly
follow the tattoos again.

I'm not gonna have
this office be manipulated.

You saying like I did?

That's not what I said.

My whole body's
a manipulation.

We know the risks.

We all joined this
task force to take 'em.

How many times have we
got somewhere just in time?

Or sometimes
seconds too late?

There could be
lives at risk.

We need to move now.

(crickets chirping)

(Reade)
It's a good thing
we moved now.

There's something out here.
We just gotta keep looking.

We've been looking.
All day.

Let's not make it all night.

I'll send a team
to finish up the grunt work.

Where's the fun in that?

I don't want
to just quit.

It's not quitting
if it's an order.

We're done here.
Let's go.

(Zapata)
Hey...

You're just mad 'cause
you got mud on your Guccis.

I don't have time to chase
wild geese, Zapata.

Relax, I'm joking.

I have an office to run.

Look, maybe we got
the search radius wrong.

No. This is the right spot.

We just haven't
seen it yet.
Seen what?

I mean, what
makes you so sure

that this
is the right spot?

(loud whooshing)

(loud crash)

Just a hunch.

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(Zapata)
It's a satellite.

Hey, look...

L-X-T-Y-1-7.

Same as the tattoo.

It's definitely
why we're here.

Looks like
someone else is, too.

(machine gun fire)

(Weller)
Fall back to the satellite!

(machine gun fire)

Over there!

(shouting indistinctly)

I can't get a shot
because of the lights!

I got the 50 cal!

(Weller)
Reade! Down!

All right? We're not
gonna win this.

Let's just survive it.
Okay?

The hell are these guys?

(drilling)

They're taking something.

(gunfire)

Okay, let's move!

(machine gun fire)

(tires screeching)

Patterson...

send a recovery team.

And a ride home.

(Jane)
What did they take?

I don't know.

Let's find out.

**

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, Stuart, can you
hand me those pliers?

Stuart!
Hmm?

You wanna maybe forget
about your pet tattoo

and focus on the satellite
that just fell out of the sky?

Sorry, sorry, it's just...

something about this one's
just really

rubbing me the wrong way,
you know?

I know the feeling.

So what do you got?
Whatcha got?

Could be anything
at this point.

Communications,
GPS, financial.

Each of which...
Could be foreign spies

hiding a command-
and-control server.

Each of which...
has its own set

of unique and disastrous
consequences in the wrong hands.

I'll know more after
the autopsy is done.

To figure out what
the satellite does,

we need to figure out
who owns it.

We find out who owns it,
we ask them what it does--

They get it.
Once we know that,

we'll know what kind
of tech was inside,

we'll know what those
mercenaries stole.

Whatever it is, someone
thinks it's worth killing for.

Hey, maybe we can bring in Rich
to lend an extra hand?

Why, you think the satellite
fell out of the darkweb?

No, he's just trying
to offload his work

on this case so he can follow
a hunch on another tattoo.

We're not bringing in Rich.
We're not following hunches.

We just followed
Weller's hunch.

It's not a democracy,
Stuart.

We're not voting on this.

You and Patterson
on the autopsy.

Zapata, you and Jane run down
any leads on the mercenaries.

Weller, can I talk
to you for a second?

Yes, sir.

What's up?

Have a seat.

Just want to make sure
we're both on the same page.

About the tattoo?

I was right about that.

I know...
it's a little crazy

that's the tattoo
we solved today.

Is there anything
I need to know?

I need a favor.

Some help with
the tattoos.

Sometimes you get lucky.

I don't know if I'd
call a satellite crash

and an ambush "lucky."

We don't have
a problem, right?

What do you mean?

I mean, we've all
been apart for two years,

and I don't want to fall back
into any bad patterns.

(cell phones buzz and ring)

Patterson's got something.
Yep.

(seagulls calling)

(applause)

(chuckling)

I guess it's my turn, huh?

Okay...

(sighs)

I spent my life
taking orders...

but now I'm on my own.

I've been trying
to find a purpose...

but it all seems so pointless.

I'm starting to feel
like I can't do it anymore.

Everyone I...
was ever close to is gone.

I'm-- I'm tired
of being alone, you know?

But I don't know how to be...

Maybe I'm just tired
of being myself.

(Australian accent)
Gets easier.

Just need to keep comin'.

Actually, I think
I'm done with these things.

There's too many people
looking at me.

Judging.

Pity makes it worse.
I just want it to end.

Yeah. That's the look.

Nah, it's not
pity, mate.

You just said
some stuff that...

This coffee is rubbish.

I know a joint
around the corner.

I'm not really up
for, uh...

loud noises
and crowded spaces.

All right.
Twisted my arm.

My place is over
in The Rocks.

What is this?

It's me making sure
you don't do something

rash or stupid.

Now, I'm out of coffee,
but I got beer.

A little early
for beer, isn't it?

Not in Sydney, mate.
Come on.

Whatcha got?

(Stuart)
Good news, Patterson
was able to identify

a proprietary piece of tech
in the satellite.

This little cryocooler
right here.

The patent is held
by a private company
called ProTechSat.

Unfortunately,
that's all I could find.

The one-page website
is not super-illuminating.

(computer beeping)

"ProTechSat, proprietary
technology for satellites."

Is there an address?
Uh, it's in Midtown.

All right, let's
bring 'em in.

(elevator bell chimes)

Nikhil Thakker.
ProTechSat.

Marci Booth.
Also ProTechSat.

Assistant Director Reade.
This is Special Agent Weller.

Thanks for coming in.

Yeah, I'm still not
entirely sure

what we're doing here.

Like I said,
we found your satellite.

You did say that,
it's just that,

you know, as I
explained to you,

in great detail,
we're not missing one.

Oh, this is
for sure ours.

I should make a call.

What does
the satellite do?

Well, that's hard to say.
We have so many in orbit.

I'd have to check
the I.D. code on the hatch.

It's L-X-T-Y-1-7.

Huh.

Okay.
Oh-kay. Okay.

All right,
we were hacked.

Someone intentionally got
into our telemetric server

and crashed the satellite.

It's L-X-T-Y-1-7.

I see.

Any chance you managed
to recover the black box

that was inside
this hatch?

No, it was stolen
by an unidentified

group of mercenaries.

I should make
another call.

You should tell us
what's really going on here.

Getting a little
suspicious, guys.

(Patterson)
A lot of red flags.

What does
this satellite do?

You don't have
clearance for that.

Without this team,
you wouldn't even know

that satellite was missing,
and whatever was inside it

is now in the hands of
the people who tried
to kill us.

So next call that
you're gonna make

is gonna get us
that clearance.

We're from the DOD.

Department
of Defense.

We know.
Really?

H-How did you--

No, we know what
DOD stands for.

Keep explaining
the rest.

Right. Right, uh...

ProTechSat is
a front company we use

to launch and manufacture
satellites that we're

technically
not supposed to have.

Satellite L-X-T-Y-1-7

was the main hub
of our MDS.

Missile Defense Shield.

We don't have a missile
defense shield.

No! No, we say we don't have
a missile defense shield,

but we do.

The black box
of that satellite

talks to the black box

of hundreds of other
satellites in our MSN.

Missile Shield Network.

If you have the black box
and a powerful enough computer

and extremely high-level
coding skills,

you can connect remotely
and turn the whole shield off,

leaving our country and our
allies vulnerable to ICBMs.

Intercontinental
Ballistic Missiles.

Is she gonna
keep doing that?

We'd never see
the missiles coming.

And we can't stop
what we can't see.

We'd be completely
unprotected.

Great, now I have
to make a phone call.

Ohh... I get it.

ProTechSat.

It protects it
like it protects us.

That's a good name.

Thanks.
I thought of it.

All right, let's just
take a step back.

It's highly unlikely
these mercenaries

are in possession
of ballistic missiles,

so if you're them, what
do you do with the black box?

Hold the missile shield
hostage

and ransom the box
back to the DOD.

Or sell it
to the highest bidder.

Okay... okay, I don't
want to be an alarmist,

but I just got off
the phone with Keaton.

The CIA has reliable intel
that North Korea's

priming their
nuclear missiles.

It could be
another test.

It's a lot of missiles
for a test.

And so if we don't
recover that box,

there won't be
a shield to protect us.

Is there a timeline?
Imminent.

North Korea's priming
their missiles as we speak.

At best, it'll be
an international incident.

At worst, nuclear war.

And what's the target?

CIA intel
says California.

But we don't
know that for sure.

Assuming
it's California,

this is our estimate
for impact and fallout.

(Patterson)
Now, keep in mind this is just

one 20-kiliton ICBM
with an airburst.

(Zapata)
They're mobilizing 13 to 21.

That's millions dead.

Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

North Korea
is a formidable foe,

however, the ICBMs
that they've launched

haven't come anywhere
close to American soil.

That's because our missile
defense shield

has stopped them,
every time.

Are you telling me
the only thing

between North Korea nukes
and us is a satellite shield

that's about to go dark--
there's no backup?

We're not even supposed
to have this one.

It negates the whole
mutually-assured
destruction idea

that keeps everyone's nukes
in check.

But we designed the shield
with plenty of failsafes.

I mean, as long
as just one satellite

in the network
stays functional,

we're totally protected.

Uh-huh.

I'm gonna loop in
the White House.

There's some good news.

North Korea hasn't
fired a missile... yet.

That's probably
because they don't
have the black box yet.

And if they're
mobilizing warheads now,

they're not gonna wait
to ship it across an ocean.

They're gonna turn
the shields off from here.

So that means we do have
some time to stop them.

Good, keep digging
into the hacker who
dropped the satellite.

Now, what do we have on--
(chime)

Never mind, Stuart's got
something on the mercenaries.

Really?

Okay, so, no luck
tracking the mercs

in or out
the satellite crash site.

But two hunters
were reported missing

in the same area,
and local P.D. found

some interesting footage
on a hidden trail cam.

And by interesting,
I mean horrific.

The cam's used to track
black bears,

but it caught this instead.

I'll stop it there.
What comes next isn't pretty.

But we now have video
of this guy's ugly mug.

We're running facial right now.
If we can I.D. him--

His name's Dwire Lee.

You know him?

How?

We did some
K&R together.

Kidnap and Ransom?
When?

When I was on the run.

Dwire and I crossed paths
on a few jobs.

Sometimes he was Dwire Lee,

sometimes Paul Kay,
sometimes Adam Stone.

I'm sure he has
other aliases,

but those are the ones
that I know for sure.

If you were operating
outside of the law,

that could mean
major ramifications
for this task force.

She was helping rescue
kidnapping victims.

It's not like
she was running drugs

or assassinating
politicians.

Or were you?

No! Of course not.

Jane's past just
gave us a major lead.

Run the aliases.

Kurt, I can explain.

I need a minute.

What, you're not
having another one?

Just pacing myself,
mate.

Ha! Come on.

Australian
Defense Force?

2nd Commando Regiment.

Ah, I was wondering
what brought you

to the PTSD
support group.

Helmand Province
was a special kind of hell.

That's my best mate Mike.

We were lucky enough
to make it home.

I was cocky enough to think
I had a handle on my trauma,

and then Mike
jumped off a bridge.

Gutted me.

'Cause it seemed
like Mike had a handle
on his trauma, too,

and that's when I realized
I needed more help.

What about you?

Military?

Not officially.

Um...

I saw combat, but...

I never had
a best friend.

(chuckles)

Or any friends,
really.

Just my sister.

Our parents were murdered,
and, uh...

well, we grew up
in an orphanage

in South Africa
during apartheid.

Doesn't sound like
a good place, mate.

Well, then we were
adopted by... a monster.

All we ever had
was each other.

Until she left.

Yeah.

Yeah, escape
is a selfish act.

Just leaves a mess
for the ones who
love you most.

You got every right
to feel angry, brother.

Half the time,
I want my sister back.

Half the time,
I wanna kill her.

(chuckling)

Sorry, I, uh...

No, no, no.
You gotta get it out.

But your next beer's
gonna be a water.

(both chuckle)

I'm sorry you had
to find out that way.

I wanted to tell you
about the K&R,

but I just-- things
are still getting
back to normal.

I get it.

You were on the run.

You did what
you had to do.

No... I didn't have to.

I chose to.

I liked it.

I have
all these skills,

and it felt good
to put 'em to use
to save people.

And to not be held accountable
for the lives that you ended.

Or for the lives that
you didn't manage to save.

You can't-- no.

You have no idea what I did
or didn't do while I was--

Exactly, Jane!
I have no idea.

(cell phone buzzes)

It's Patterson.

(Patterson)
One of the aliases popped.

Adam Stone,
a.k.a. Dwire Lee,

landed at JFK
a few weeks ago.

After that, disappeared.

No hotel, no rental car,
nothing to track.

If he's in town
on a job,

someone else
is footing the bill.

Can you track the company
that bought his airfare

to see if they're paying
for his safe house, too?

Already on it--
I've been looking at a web

of suspected North Korean
shell companies,

cross-referencing them
with major purchases

across the country.

Flights,
Super Duty trucks,

computer equipment,
real estate-- nothing stood out.

A 50-caliber gatling gun.

Nothing stood out until
the alias Jane provided

gave us Dwire's
flight number and...

a new shell company.

Add it to the web,
narrow the search parameters

to the timeline of Dwire's
arrival in New York,

and we get...

Three short-term leases
registered to the same company.

A warehouse in Queens,
a townhouse in Brooklyn,

and a parking lot
in the Bronx.

He's in Brooklyn.

Are you sure?

That's where I'd be.

Look at the other ones.

Parking lot's too exposed,

warehouse doesn't
have enough outs.

Yeah, she's right.

That townhouse has
quick access to the water,

the freeways,
the subway system.

Plus, the last time
I saw Dwire,

he wouldn't shut up
about Luger Burgers.

Peter Luger's like a block away.
They only take cash.

He's gotta be there.

What time you got, huh?

'Cause I got about
half past amateur hour.

They were supposed
to be here at--

Show me your hands!
Show me your hands!

Get down!
Get on the floor!

Spread 'em!

Hello, Dwire.

Remember me?
(handcuffs snapping)

This is for Paris.

Get 'em out of here.

We've got
the black box.

Hey... do you
have a minute?

Depends. Has North Korea
stood down their missiles?

Not yet.
Then I have
a few seconds at best.

Walk with me.
Okay.

Is it just me,
or is there something up

with Assistant
Director Reade?
Like how?

Like how he hasn't
said a word to me

or anyone else that
isn't a direct order.

I-- I would
cut him a break.

When I was
creating my app--

Wonderville.
Wizardville.

I hired
a lot of my friends,

and telling them
what to do all the time

wasn't a ton of fun.

It's not like I'm trying
to be extra fun.

I'm just
trying to be normal.

Okay, well, maybe you need
to find your new normal.

Look at me and Stuart.

We hate each other,
and we're still friends.

Yeah, I don't think
Stuart hates you.

No, he definitely does.

This-- it's like
our whole thing.

Um, I don't think
he knows that.

Oh... now I feel bad.

Okay, I need to...
be better.

I'll fix it.

How we doing, Nikhil?

Fingers crossed the missile
shield's still active.

But we don't know
if the black box was cloned.

Marci's running diagnostics
on it now.

How long until we know
if the data's been copied
or compromised?

Hard to say.
The system's
running really slow.

Just a ton of lag.

Stuart!
Are you kidding?

Please tell me you're
not using up bandwidth

on that molecule tattoo.

I just thought,
since the threat's
been neutralized--

The threat has not
been neutralized!

The nukes are still live.

The North Koreans are
nothing if not persistent.

I need my team scanning
the DOD firewall

to find the hacker
who crashed the satellite

so he doesn't drop
another one and try again.

Or she.
Exactly.

Women can be hackers,
too, Stuart.

I never said they--
I never said they couldn't.

This is a very
high-octane situation!

Are you on this team
or not?!

Honestly, you scare me,

and I'm just
trying to be useful

while I stay
out of your way.

Okay, Dwire's in
Interrogation One,

but we're still missing
pieces to the puzzle.

Where are we on
finding the hacker?

It's a signal,
a noise issue,

all kinds
of attempted hacks,

disguising the one
that actually got through.

But we're working on it.

I designed the satellite
security system.

I might be able to decipher
any potential breaches.

I could use all
the help we could get.

All right, jump in.

Zapata,
you stay with Marci.

As soon as she secures
the black box,

make sure she gets
an FBI escort
back to DOD.

Great, if I'm not
too worn out

from arranging
transportation,

then maybe I'll run down
some more CIA leads.

Good thinking.
Do it.

Weller, Jane,
you guys are with me.

I'll take the lead
on Dwire.

If there's North Korean
operatives in the area,

he's gonna be the key
to finding them.

Full immunity.

That's never
gonna happen.

Did you hack
the satellite yourself?

Ha! Do I look
like a nerd?

You look like a guy who's
gonna spend a lot of time
in prison.

Maybe.
Or maybe I'll break out.

I got a bunch of cash
stashed away,

a ton of aliases
our little friend
don't know nothin' about.

Is she watching
right now?

Hey, Jane.

Tell me who crashed
the satellite.

I told you, man.

I was in the woods,
minding my business,

getting ready to play
a little paint ball,

when a couple
of very scary men

killed two very rude
hunters.

Now, if y'all hadn't have
got to that townhouse
when you did,

they even might have...
killed me, too.

That townhouse was paid for by
a North Korean shell company.

The same one that paid
for your airfare.

Is that the good Korea
or the bad one?

It's the one pointing
nuclear missiles at us
right now.

Are they
operating stateside?

Can you confirm
California's their target?

I can confirm I sure as hell
hope it's not New York.

You know Jane from K&R.
Right?

You saved lives together.

You have a chance to save
a lot of lives right now,

and you don't care,
you're just gonna sit there,

pledging allegiance
to North Korea?

See, that's where
you're wrong, man.

My loyalty's to Bitcoin
and immunity deals.

Make me an offer... hmm?

So that's the guy that
you chose to work with?

No. I worked
with good people, too.

Guys like Dwire are
an occupational hazard.

Yeah, well, maybe
the occupation's the hazard.

I couldn't control who else
got hired for a job,

but the ends
justified the means.

Haven't you ever
worked with bad people

to do good things?

Yeah... we work with Rich
all the time now.

You're friend's
a prick.

(scoffs)
He's not my friend.

He's a megalomaniac

who thinks he can win
any game he's playing.

It is possible
that he didn't even know

that he was working
for North Korea.

Or he doesn't want
to roll over on them

without an immunity deal.

You're gonna
give him a deal?

If that's what it takes.

It's your office,
it's your call.

If you think
immunity is best--

I think ballistic missiles
are in play and we're
running out of time.

Nothing else
I'm doing today is working.

You want my take?

Sure.

Your old team is back,
and you're overcompensating.

Taking on too much,
second-guessing yourself,

and from the field report
I read...

almost getting yourself
killed.

Please,
don't sugarcoat it.

Be the leader
I have seen you be.

Your team is the best
of the best.

Hell, that's why we formed
this task force, isn't it?

Empower them,
trust them...

and they'll deliver.

Ohh, there she is!

Jane, you sold out, girl.

Or were you
always a G-man?

(chuckling)
You wasting
your talents here.

I liked you a lot better
when you were unaffiliated.

Hmm, funny...
Mm.

I never liked you.

But I used to respect
your skill set.

Which is clearly
fading with your hairline.

Ooh.
(chuckles)

I should have
killed you for that bounty
when I had a chance.

You lucky Clem
waved me off.

Does Clem know
you FBI?

Do you ever shut up?

You know the reason
you got caught

was because you wouldn't
stop yapping about burgers.

Right? For a guy
whose motto is,

"Get in, get out, get paid,"
what happened?

Hey, I didn't screw up!
You forget to get out?

Really?
As far as I can tell,

you were sitting on
$1 billion worth
of stolen tech,

just waiting
to get busted.

Mm, no, no.
I followed the plan.

If-- if my employees
would have shown up on time,

I'd have been home free.

Your employers
hung you out to dry.

Mm-mmm...
maybe they didn't show up

'cause they knew
the FBI was coming, huh?

Maybe I'm not the problem.

Maybe your new team
sprung a leak.

(Jane sighs)

If he's right, we could
be in real trouble.

Zapata's been talking
to her CIA connections,

Hirst made phone calls
up the ladder.

The lead could have
come from anyone.

Not quite.

Those sources only have
one piece of the puzzle each.

Some new about the satellite
and some knew about the raid.

Okay, so who
knew about both?

(stammering)

I didn't do anything.

You have the clearance,
the access.

As of yesterday,

you had
$2 million in Bitcoin

and a one-way ticket
to Dubai.

You think I did this
for $2 million

to crash a satellite and help
North Korea nuke California?

I went to UC Berkeley!

I need a lawyer.

There's not a lawyer
in the world

that could get you
out of this, Nikhil.

Last night,

you used your own
security badge

to access
the satellite network.

From your own terminal!

I was in the hospital
last night.

Call the hospital!

I-- I was there
all night.

Call Marci.

I-- I asked her
to let my dogs out

because I wouldn't
be home and...

Where was your
access badge?

Did you have it
on you?

No...

No, it was
in my apartment.

And so was Marci.

**

(silencer gunshots,
men grunting)

Sale's back on.
Meet me in 20 minutes.

I'll text you the location.

I'm crying,
and-- and Bill,

he just keeps
stealing my soup, right?

And he won't
leave me alone.

And I see my dad,
and he's running,

and he just lines up Billy
and he kicks him over the fence.

Wait, wait, wait,
your dad kicked a kid
over the fence?

A kid?
Yeah.

No, no.
Billy was my cat.

Did I not say that bit?

(both laughing)

Ohh. Ohh.

Billy was your cat.
Okay.

(chuckling)

Well... thank you
for the beer,

and the... company.

I-- I haven't, um...

Hey, mate,
no problem.

Happy to.

But I gotta ask.

All that stuff
you said earlier,

feeling alone, everything
seeming so pointless...

I've heard it before.

I was too afraid
to ask Mike this, but...

you're not gonna
hurt yourself, right?

No. I'm not gonna
hurt myself.

(sighs)

Good.

'Cause I don't think
I could go through that
again, you know?

Not for all the money
in the world.

Money?

Yeah.
My mate Mike was loaded.

Left me everything.
Millions.

Just wanna get rid of it.
Use it for something good.

I don't think I've ever
told anyone that before.

Been nursing
these beers all day.

My tolerance must be low.

It's not your tolerance,
it's the drugs.

I spiked your drink
with a blend

of sodium thiopental
and hemlock.

Truth serum
with a nasty kick.

I've been
targeting you, Tom.

You come to the same
PTSD support group
every week.

"Pity makes it worse,
I just want it to end"?

That's exactly
what Mike emailed you

before he
jumped off the bridge.

I knew I could
trigger you.

Make you wanna...
protect me.

Over the last few hours,
you've told me

your mother's maiden name,

the city you met
your best friend in,

the street
you grew up on...

your first pet's name.

Everything I need to get
into your bank account
undetected.

(weakly)
Please...

Don't beg.

Don't try to move.

This is hard enough.

See, I've killed
a lot of people, Tom.

But I've never actually
liked any of them.

It felt good to talk.

Like a real friend.

I don't wanna die.

I know.

I promise it won't hurt.

And I promise I will do
something good with the money.

Why are you doing this?

For the money?

Tom...

if all I wanted
was your money,

I'd just take it.

I'm here
for something else.

You need to think
harder, Nikhil.

Marci has the black box.
We're running out of time.

I don't know anything!

Yes, you do.

Marci the hacker,
Marci the terrorist.

She's the same woman
you've been working with.

Just because
she was hiding something

doesn't mean
you don't know her.

It means that you can
use what you know

to figure out the rest.

Where did she go?

(sighs)

Marci's smart.

She'd stick
to public places.

Okay.

She needs to make
a remote connection

to the shield.

She'd need speed
to cover her tracks.

Something that's already
transferring...

epic amounts of data.

Good.
Good, okay.

This is where we found
the FBI escort vehicle.

That's right near
River Point Museum.

And Marci's on
the advisory board.

It's super public.

Its research department
transfers massive

amounts of data per day.

(sirens wailing)

I love you, Kurt.

I love you, too.

You're angry.

Not at you.

There's no way
running into Dwire
was a coincidence.

Roman made that happen.

(Roman)
Penance.

These tattoos are
how you'll pay your way.

He designed these tattoos
to punish me.

He wants us to lie.
He wants us to fight.

I mean, he wants
to control us.

The only way to figure out
his end game

is to survive
whatever landmines
he puts in our path.

We can't let Roman
drive us apart.

(tires screeching)

(Reade)
All right, give me teams
in every exit.

Weller, you and Jane
take the main floor.

Yes, sir.

Zapata and I
will head upstairs.

(Weller)
Patterson, send
I.D. photos of Marci

to everyone's phone.
Done!

I'm looking at blueprints
of the museum.

Marci needs a high-powered
computing station

to turn off the shield.

There's one
in the planetarium.

We're heading in now.

(Weller)
Reade, Tasha,

keep searching upstairs
in case Marci's on the move.

(female narrator)
Asteroids from the main belt

crash together,
sending debris careening

out into the solar system,

and gravity from
celestial bodies like the earth

pull the meteoroids
onto a collision course.

But when a rogue asteroid
doesn't strike...

(whispers)
Marci.

Marci.

(Weller)
She's dead.

She's dead.

The black box is gone.

(Patterson)
Uh, okay, well,
there's some more bad news.

The black box just connected
to the satellite network.

Someone is
writing code to turn off
the missile shield right now.

(Weller)
We gotta get these
people out of here.

(gunfire, crowd screaming)

Everyone, get down!
Down on the floor!

Now! Stay down!

(automatic gunfire)

(Weller)
Get down! Everybody down!

Everybody down!

Okay, it looks like
there's a computer hub

in the planetarium itself.

The North Koreans
must have their own coder.

He or she is shutting down
the missile shield

at an incredible rate.

All the satellites in
the shield are going offline.

98...

71... you need to stop
that coder before

all the satellites
in the shield go dark.

58. 31.

You are very quickly running
out of time.

Yeah, we get it!

We just can't make it
to the computer room.
Can't you hack them?

If I could hack them in time,
I wouldn't be

yelling at you
to hurry up-- 26!

I don't have a shot.

(Patterson)
19.

Weller, go!
I got you covered!

12... 12 satellites left.

You need to move, now!

(grunting)

(grunting)

Uhh!

Agh! Ah!

Three satellites left!

Uhh!

Two satellites left!

Those missiles
are gonna fire!

Uhh!

You okay?

Two left!

Two... satellites left.

You did it.
Yay.

That was...
not fun.

Clear!

(Zapata)
Clear!

(Reade)
My comms went out!
We get nuked?

(chuckles)
No! No.

(chuckling)

(Patterson)
All the satellites
are back up.

Missile shields
online.

North Korea stood down
their missiles.

They're not acknowledging
the attack.

What attack?

(Hirst)
Exactly.

Nice work, everybody.

Saved a lot of lives
today.

Yeah, I just wanna
thank you all.

Aw, you don't need
to thank us.

No, I do.

This job is hard,
and it's just getting started.

And if today
is any indication,

we're in
for a few surprises.

There'll be some kinks
to work out,

gonna take some time for us
to get used to our new roles,

but... we're
a damn good team.

I will drink to that.

No, you won't, no more
drinking in the lab.

That's a new rule,
but aside from that,

not much is different.

We follow the tattoos
and we take Roman down.

Whatever his true motives
may be.

Hello.

(chuckles softly)

(Australian accent)
I'm Tom Jakeman.

Hello. Hello.

Tom Jakeman.

I have all this money.

Couldn't go through
that again.

Not for all--

Not "fohr" all the money
in the world.

(normal voice)
Why are you doing this?

(Australian accent)
Why... are you doing this?

(computer pings)

(smoke alarm beeping)

Agh!
Hey.

Whoa, what... the hell's
going on out here?

It said five minutes
on high heat

for those tofu steaks.

Wait, tofu steaks?

Yeah.

All right, all right.

Sorry. Uhh!
There we go.

(alarm stops)
I'm sorry.

I'm...
trying so hard

to get things right.

Well...
w-wait, what...

Why are you
trying so hard?

I spent so long
looking for you.

In some ways...

it feels like
I brought back a stranger.

I mean, there's so much
that I missed.

Places, people
that I'm not a part of.

Kathmandu, K&R.

Dwire. Clem.

Hey...

go put on
something nice.

Let's go out.

Dinner, wine.
We can catch up.

You know, money's
a little tight at the moment.

Yeah, fancy date...
prob'ly not our best move.

Yeah, about that.

Hmm?

Turns out...

(grate clatters)

K&R pays pretty well.

I was saving it
for a rainy day.

I mean, we could probably
still keep the apartment

and go to dinner.

What do you think?

Dinner's gonna
have to wait.

(giggles)

(knock on door)

(door opens)

Hey.

Hey...
(sighs)

I'm, uh, looking
for my best friend.

Have you seen him?

I think he moved
to Langley,

but you can leave
the beer here, though.

I'm sorry about today.

I was a bit of an ass,
and I'll be better.

I'm still getting used
to having you guys back.

Me, too.

I'll try harder to
respect your authority

even though, technically,

Keaton's my real boss
at the CIA.

Oh, you work
at the CIA now?

That's funny,
you never mentioned it.

(woman)
Babe, if that's
the delivery guy,

make sure to tip him extra
for coming out of the zone.

(gasps)

(whispering)
Are you on a date
right now?

Not exactly, um...

Hi.

This is Zapata,
from work.

Tasha, this is
my girlfriend Megan.

We were just about
to sit down and have dinner

in ou apartment.

Do you want
to join us?

Oh, this place
is so great,

and we always order
way too much food.

Oh... phh.

No, that is so nice
of you, I'm--

Okay, seriously, Tasha.

We should have
had you over ages ago.

I don't know any
of Ed's work friends.

No, you and--
you and Ed have plans--

Yeah, we don't have to--
Plan for another day.

Yeah.
Babe, she's already here.

She brought drinks.
This is happening.

Tasha, this
is happening.

Okay... this is happening.

(mutters)
This is happening.

Hey, Stuart,
it's me again.

Uh, calling to
apologize, again.

Uh, listen, I-- I--
I haven't been...

acting like myself lately.

A-And you're real good
at your job,

and clearly, you are
screening your calls right now.

I promise
I won't call back

because, uh... uh...
I'm actually here.

Uh, at your apartment,
at your door, in person.

So, um, okay. Bye.

Oh, and if you're in,
like, a movie or something,

I'm just really sorry
about all the voicemails,

and I'll just see you
when you get here.

Okay, bye.

(beeps)

(sighs)

**

(door creaks)

Stuart?

Stuart?

Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

**

**

(man)
Greg, move your head.