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Admit it, Ruby, you were scared.

- Was not.
- Was too.

I saw you cover your eyes at the wolves.

- I was just surprised is all.
- Uh-huh.

- Well, I was scared.
- For real?

- Yeah. Those wolves were terrifying.
- It's true.

I saw him jump when they started to howl.

- You did not. You did not.
- I did.

You didn't, you didn't.

Come on. You did not.

Come on.

Okay.

Do you really get scared sometimes?

Well, of course I do.
Everybody gets scared.

Hey, listen, you know
what I do when I get scared?

My secret?

I think about all the people who love me,
who would do anything for me.

- Like Mom?
- Like Mom. Like Luke, like…

Me?

Really?

When I see this face, I feel brave.

Like I can do anything.

Sometimes when I feel sad or scared,
marshmallows make it better.

Well, we better get you something
with marshmallows then.

- Hot chocolate?
- Hot chocolate.

Okay.

We need a hot chocolate, Luke.

- Ruby, it's like 400 degrees.
- 400 degrees. Come on.

Can I get a hot chocolate, please,
with extra marshmallows?

- Dad.
- Yeah?

- I need the keys.
- What for?

To get my wish jar. I have an idea.

Quick, Dad, before I forget.

You be careful crossing
the road, all right?

Okay.

Don't tell your mother we came here, okay?

She's gonna know. She's Mom.

Excuse me, young lady.

I believe you ordered a hot chocolate.

With extra marshmallows?

Daddy.

Come on. Here we go. Okay.

Come here. Come here.

It's okay.

Dad…

Come here.

Come on.

Come on. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Come on, baby. We're gonna be okay.

- Dad! Dad!
- We're gonna be okay. Okay?

My phone! Come on. In my pocket.

- Come on. I got you. I got you.
- Okay.

911, what's your emergency?

Nikki, hey, it's… yeah, it's me.

Listen, I'm looking for Sarah.

Is she there at the hospital?

She is? No, I know. I figured that much.

I mean, I know
how understaffed you guys are.

This power outage
isn't helping anyone. So…

Listen, when she catches a breath,
can you have her give me a call?

I really need to talk with her.

No, Nikki, nothing like that.
It's just important that I talk with her.

Yeah. Family stuff.

Okay, that'd be good.

You too. Stay safe.

I'm in desperate need of
some good news, Jane. What do you got?

Well, I got none.

The borough's still dark.

No power, no heat.

Jesus Christ.

All right. Listen, Sarah's gonna call.

When she does,
no matter what I'm doing, find me.

- I need to talk to her.
- Everything okay?

- It's fine--
- Frank.

Hey. There you are.
I've been looking for you.

We should be questioning Thiago.

- I thought we were gonna sweat him.
- We were. But we're running out of time.

Let's take a run at him.

FBI doesn't want anyone talking
to him until they're here.

Put me in the cage. I'll get him to talk.

This guy's the key to finding Havlock.
We're close.

Oh, I totally spaced. I do have good news.

I talked to the morgue.

- That's good news?
- The newspaper morgue.

At the Capital Gazette.
They think they have more than one photo.

- Where'd you find this?
- A friend in Chicago.

An advanced facial image search

found that in the back catalog
of a Maryland newspaper.

It ran in '97.

Part of a standard photo collage
from a local parade.

The editor says they have more images
from the same camera roll.

They're gonna send us what they got.

- Good.
- We gotta confront him with this.

- He might talk.
- No.

Frank, this guy is a CIA operative.

It's time to start breaking shit.

If we don't figure this out
I'm the one who gets hurt.

Fine. Okay, but I'm the one
that does the talking.

You don't touch him.
We don't break anything.

Says the guy who towed a truck full
of fugitives with a helicopter.

Thank you.

I know a guy like you
has probably got a lot of friends.

And they're probably coming to get you.

But just so you understand,
I got friends too.

One of 'em is a judge. I fish with him.

When I'm done here
I'm gonna go over into his court,

and I'm gonna write a state affidavit

requesting a probable cause
arrest warrant.

And I'm gonna charge you with entering
the State of Alaska with false documents.

Simple. The problem for you is my friend,
the judge, he's not gonna hold a hearing.

He can't 'cause I can't prove who you are.

And as long as I can't prove who you are,
he's gonna keep you right here.

With me.

You see where this is going?

She's the one I'm worried about.

He talks. Good.

Then why don't you tell us how you knew
Havlock was at the Polaris?

You got assets on the ground?

Don't play dumb, asshole.
We know you're with the Agency.

We have the footage of you at the airport.

We have the hard drive
that you brought with you.

We know it's malware.

We know you used it to down that plane.

Sounds like you have it
all figured out then.

What's the problem?

Is this a problem?

Your friends at the CIA missed this photo
when they erased you.

Which means we're gonna comb
through every face, smile and detail

and reconstruct your life.

Your associates, your friends.

Everyone that you love and care about,

including your little romance
with the CIA.

And while you may be
hopelessly devoted to Langley,

trust me, their love for you is fleeting.

And once they find out
that you have been compromised,

you become a liability.

And we both know how the Agency
deals with liabilities.

You came here to remove one.

Miss Scofield,

I'm sitting here before you

because of a principled ideal
most people cannot understand.

An ideal that will redefine the future
of your country.

Are my employer's methods extreme?

Without a doubt.

Will innocent lives be lost?

Yes. We're all casualties at this point.

But this cause is just.

This mission is my salvation.

And I am prepared to sacrifice everything
I have to see it through.

Are you?

Frank.

Frank, we've got a situation.

Okay. We're done.

Briggs, what's going on?

Troopers responded
to a call at King's Lodge.

When they got there, they found
an inmate cutting holes in the walls.

- Really?
- He was trying to connect the rooms.

We think he's on bath salts.

- Did you ID him?
- Yeah. Henry "Rattlebones" Patton.

He is a member of the Warlocks gang.

And he is doing life
for killing an undercover cop.

Like I said, not a big fan of cops.

Hey, hey! Guns down.

Put the knife down.

Put your gun down. Okay?

What do you say you and me talk this out?

Why don't we…
Should we take this down a notch?

Well, the power's back on.

With Patton down,
we have two inmates still at large.

Marcus Ramsey and Julian Steel.

Ramsey, former blade for the British SAS

who was convicted of
a series of bank robberies.

- Okay. What about Steel?
- Serving life for murder.

Claims he was wrongfully convicted.

Troopers have a witness who saw him
lifting a truck out of Chena Ridge.

- We think he jumped the line.
- So he's headed for the lower 48.

Yeah, we think so. Trying to connect
with his brother in Tulsa.

Okay. Two left. That's manageable, right?

We can find two inmates?

I ain't taking any fucking bets, man.

I thought I had the wrong place.

OSB's working to neutralize
the dead man's switch.

Once they do,
we're cleared hot on Havlock.

What's this?

You tell me.

Your marshal friend
picked him up last night.

The Bureau looped us in
because they needed help identifying him.

- That's not possible.
- Well, he's there.

Why? What's our old friend doing
on the ground with Havlock?

- It's not an issue.
- He's in custody.

- He doesn't know anything.
- I'm sorry,

did I just step
into the fucking Twilight Zone?

Or did you forget that our old friend
has operational details?

If he decides to shine a light
into the shadows,

the rats are gonna scatter.

How much does Scofield know?

I can't say.

She know that he worked for her father?

He was his protégé?

Listen to me. This is a five-alarm fire.

Our house is burning
and you need to contain it.

Do it now, do it fast.

Because I am not about
to let your pet project

drag anyone else down
into the flames but you.

Talk to me.

We cracked the encryption
on Havlock's spoofed e-mail

and found the gearhead
that made the dead man's switch.

She won't talk.

- She wants a lawyer.
- Fuck her lawyer.

That's what I said.

So we made an emergency legal request
to the FISA court.

They got into her hardware.

Which is how I managed to trace the IP
through six different proxies

to a server in Tel Aviv.

- So the dead man's switch is not off?
- Not yet, no.

The switch is still active,
but I reconfigured the system clock.

Fooled it into thinking
it's not yet time to trigger.

But the Archive…

Is still floating around out
there somewhere on Havlock's server.

That's the big win? That's all you've got?

What kind of a threat
does Havlock still present?

His switch is disabled.

And, yes, the Archive
is still on Havlock's server,

but he's locked out of it.

He can't see the file.
He can't trigger the switch.

We're working now to scrub the Archive,
but it's going to take some time.

We do not have time.

- Fucking bitch!
- I'll get it done.

Hey.

We'll get Thiago to talk, okay?

He can't protect them forever.

So…

Eastern District of Virginia's officially
summoning a grand jury,

presenting charges.

An indictment is imminent.

Okay. So, what do we do?

We don't do anything.

You can't fix this.

Nobody can.

I hurt a lot of people for them, Frank.

Told a lot of lies.

I should've seen this coming.

I should've known that they would
double-cross me like everybody else.

Nobody could've foreseen this.

That's my job, Frank.

To anticipate.

To see six steps ahead.

If this goes to trial,
I may never see my family again.

There's no magical way out.

If you keep going out there…

I mean… and I mean way out,

past the horizon,

you'll eventually come
to the Brooks Range.

It's about as unusual
as any place up here.

It's mountains made by the ocean.

So when you hike through it,

you're actually walking across
an ancient seabed.

You can find fossilized coral,

trilobites,

fish you've never even heard of.

I mean, people find
all sorts of things up here

that they never thought they would.

Not this time.

Sending me to prison would undermine
everything my father stood for.

His honor, his principles.

His legacy.

He wouldn't have given a shit
about any of that.

You didn't know my father.

Knew my daughter.

Know how I feel about her.

No, your old man,
he would've wanted you to be happy.

And he'd want you to know
that he loved you. That's it.

Sid, every day
is another day stolen from death.

Okay?

I learned that the hard way.

But you're here, and I'm here.

And this isn't over, okay?

Not by a long shot.

The Capital Gazette in Annapolis
sent over the camera rolls.

I printed out the images
of the man we call Thiago.

Is this everything?

- That's it. Seven shots.
- What does the photographer know?

Nothing. He died in 2012.

Get your friend to run these other faces.
One of these people might know something.

What do you think?

These pictures are over 25 years old.

Half the people in them are probably dead.

- This girl could be my age by now.
- So?

So maybe we shouldn't be
so focused on their faces.

Maybe we should be asking
a different question.

- Like what is in Annapolis?
- Well, something brought him there.

Could've been part of the Naval Academy.

- Could've worked at the Capitol.
- Could have a family.

I'll see if Mike can run the other faces.

In the meantime,
Hutch, let's build a profile.

Let's start with Annapolis,

see if we can figure out what
brought him here in the first place.

Hey, I think I found something.

It seems important.
I don't know. It could be nothing.

Briggs.

When the power was restored
I had to start recalibrating the radios.

Power surges can sometimes mess with
the frequency offset of our receivers.

Anyway, um,
that's when I found it, a signal.

What signal?

A transmission signal coming from
somewhere inside the command post,

and it's not ours.

- You certain about that?
- A hundred percent.

Scofield, hey!

Scofield!

Open that cage.

- You wired? That why you're here?
- Don't know what you're talking about.

Did they fucking send you?
Is the CIA listening?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Where the fuck is the device?

Where is it?

Scofield. No. Hey.

Scofield, enough! Hey, hey.

Enough! Enough.

They've been listening to us
since the moment we brought him in.

- Who's been listening? The feebs?
- The CIA.

- Why?
- Yeah, why?

Even if they suspected
you've done something wrong,

- why not reach out to us?
- Because they don't trust you,

which is why you are being bugged.

You know, I'm still not convinced he knew.

- Thiago? He knew.
- Yeah, why do you think that?

- You know, I saw his face, he seem--
- He knew.

He seemed caught off guard.

- He knew.
- I mean, Havlock could have bugged him.

This has
the CIA's fingerprints all over it.

Think about it.

How did Thiago find Havlock before we did?

Because he has help.

The CIA is feeding him intel.

They wanted us to find Thiago
because they wanted to bug us.

Frank. I got Sarah.

Okay, one second.

Thank you. Close the door on your way out.

Hey, honey. No.

No, everything's okay. I…

You know, actually I wanna
get together and talk.

Is Luke there?

Good, okay. I'll… I'm gonna leave now.

I'll be there soon. Okay. Bye.

What is it?

It's a family matter. I'll be back soon.

Don't let the FBI talk to him.

I'll think about what you said,

- all right?
- Frank, what's wrong?

Hey, guys?

Hello?

Right here.

- Hey.
- Jesus, fuck!

Man, you gave me a scare.

Sorry.

It's just, you know, I'm a little…

Where's Luke?

We were just outside…

Right here.

Luke.

I wanna talk to you and your mom.

Why don't we take a seat?

Bear with me because I'm not sure
where I'm gonna start.

Start at the beginning.

The gun's from Chicago.

It belonged to a fugitive Mike and I
were chasing for months.

Eventually we got him.

They tried him.

They sent him up to Statesville.

He wasn't in lockup more than a month

before an old rival gang
beat him to death.

You're talking about Coogan.

Yeah.

Paddy fucking Coogan.

Before he was killed,
when he was still on trial,

Mike and I came across some seized assets
for a separate case.

And these assets included a weapon.

It was linked to one of Coogan's murders.

The problem…

The problem was when Mike and I discovered
the prints on the gun didn't match his.

This particular murder
was key to the DA's case.

The gun proved that he wasn't the killer.

He was innocent.

I mean, you gotta understand,
I'm talking about a man who killed.

Who executed two police in cold blood,

who trafficked in sex,
he trafficked in drugs,

he beat his own wife
to within an inch of her life.

But in this one crime, he was innocent,
and the gun proved it.

So I never turned it over.

I suppressed the evidence
to make sure the man didn't walk.

Somehow his brothers found out…

and they ordered a hit on me.

You lied?

And Ruby died?

And she's gone because of you?

Yes.

I mean, I never wanted
to put any of you at risk.

But I saw firsthand
that the rules don't always work.

That justice is denied to good people,
and I had one chance to change it.

Okay? To break the rules.

And I did.

And because of that,
yes, our little girl is gone.

And I would do anything, okay?

I'd do anything to bring it back,
but I can't.

But I can't.

Okay? I can't. I'm…

Why did you keep the gun?

It's evidence.

Of the truth.

So are you gonna turn yourself in?

I don't know. I mean, I… You know,
I always knew I had to confront this,

but I just don't know what this
does to us, to our family.

- So it wasn't me?
- What wasn't you?

This curse on our family.

This is on you.

- This is because of you.
- Son.

- Hey.
- You should take that.

- Luke.
- No, listen.

I've played that day over and over
in my head a million times, Dad.

Why was it her and not me?

Why did I not dial faster?

Why did I insist we go for stupid
fucking ice cream in the first place?

But it was your fault this whole time!

It was you!

Fuck!

Frank, you there?

Sounds like they need you.

Base to Remnick.

Frank, you there?

Hey, Frank. We need you at command.
It's urgent.

- Frank.
- Yeah?

The CIA's not the one listening to us.
It's Havlock.

- How do you know?
- We traced the signal.

- We found him.
- Seriously? Briggs, yeah?

This is RF, not GSM,

- so I can't trace the exact location.
- Okay.

When I measure
the modulation type and the strength,

it says it's coming
from the middle of nowhere.

Like, literally nowhere.

- What?
- It's Havlock.

Why would Havlock wanna listen to us?
What's he hoping to find?

- It's gotta be him.
- Hutch, this is Tanana Forest.

There's nothing out there
but black spruce, grizzlies.

- Decommissioned fire towers.
- Yeah.

This is it.

Ring the rangers. Get the exact
location of the tower in this area.

I want no choppers, no ATVs.

Nothing to alert this guy we're coming.

Well, then how are we getting there?

Saddle up.

Hey, hey.

Hey, come on. Tighten your reins up.

- Center up.
- The fuck is she doing?

She's anxious.

She's communicating to you.

You got it?

There you go.

You need this, don't you?

What, pony riding?

Work.

Gives you a sense of…
I don't know what you call it.

Contentment.

Haven't really thought about it.

I'm the same way.

When shit unravels, work helps.

Sounds about right.

If you wanna talk about what's going on
at home with your family,

I'm happy to listen.

I get it.

We got tracks here. Fresh ones.
Suspect in the trees ahead.

- Yeah, Cole, go again.
- We've got eyes on the fugitive.

- It's not Havlock, but it's one of ours--
- Whoa.

- Whoa! Listen. Look at me, okay?
- Shots fired. Suspect is armed!

- Proceed with caution!
- Tighten your reins,

shift your weight forward,
cue with your heels, okay?

- You got this. Let's go.
- Okay.

Whoa.

Okay, look. You go left.

I'm gonna go this way,
cut him off at the river, okay?

Hyah.

Suspect's headed for the tree line.

Team Bravo, he's headed your way.

Whoa.

Fugitive headed east.

Damn it. Fuck.

- Fuck!
- You're under arrest.

Fuck you, pig.

This is the second last guy,
Marcus Ramsey. We got him.

You were right.

I do need this.

Listen carefully, Jamal.

I recently uploaded some important data
to a private cloud server,

then I lost access to that server.

The good news is I was in Russia
when I uploaded the files, and…

as we both know,
there's a dedicated NSA listening post

that monitors North Asia
and the Russian Far East.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Good.

Somewhere not far from here,

there's a dedicated listening post
that has a copy of my data.

I need to know where it is.

You think I know where
the NSA's listening posts are?

I've seen your posts.
You have top secret access, Jamal.

Because I provide IT support
to systems that carry sensitive traffic.

I don't have access.

- I just maintain the numbers.
- But you do have access, Jamal.

And the access you don't have you can get,

- which is exactly what you're gonna do.
- No, I could go to prison.

I have a log of everything you've posted
on those message boards.

Setting aside espionage and treason,

you're already looking at a dozen years
in Leavenworth.

It's pretty simple, Jamal.

Help me. Help yourself.

I'm gonna send you some coordinates now.

Pretty steep terrain here.

- Someone left in a hurry.
- Yeah, he knew we were coming.

Burnt papers in the stove,
destroyed his laptop.

Dogs caught a scent,
but it went cold at the river.

Yeah, we've got a team over there.

He was long gone
by the time we saddled up.

He's been monitoring us
from all the way out here?

Yeah, appears so.

And looks like he grafted off
our long-range emergency band.

Where'd he get power?

There's a small solar charger
on the roof that operates the radio.

So the best guess is that he gained access
to the repeater and then reconfigured it.

- This isn't like him.
- Isn't this exactly like him?

Well, that thing is still transmitting.
It's how we got here.

He's not that careless.

So where's your head at?

It doesn't feel right.

We know Havlock is tired, injured.

But this sloppy is bizarre.

Something triggered him.

Made him emotional.

Oh, we're in luck.

The hard drive's not fried.
It's just the display.

Who the hell is Jamal Freeman?

I can't say.

You obviously know something.

I mean, you got here before us.
What's the kid saying?

I am not at liberty to say.

What's Havlock doing
with a teenage airman?

I can't say. And she can't be here.

He can't say 'cause he doesn't know.
The kid's not talking?

Did you know Havlock has been monitoring
our command center. Did you know that?

- Frank.
- Did you know that and not tell us?

- This is above your pay grade.
- Above pay grade, my ass.

- Look, I'm trying to help you.
- No, we're done, okay? We're done.

All right, fine. I'm going to go
around your ass and call the governor.

- What is with you--
- Over your fucking head.

- I'm trying to help you.
- I'm trying to help you!

Can't you see she's not worth it?
She's going to prison.

- Don't let her take--
- What the fuck is your problem?

- Fucking talk to--
- It's hard to watch this!

Everyone knows what's going on!
You're trying to save her, and--

- Hey!
- Fucking save her? Fucking save what?

- You fucking…
- Get him out of here!

- Get him out! Get him out!
- Fucking…

Take a walk.

- Frank.
- Yeah.

Sorry about that elbow.

It's okay. You're just doing your job.

So are you.

Look, this is all they got. Some boat.

- It's in the Port of Dillingham.
- Yeah? What boat?

Kid won't say. He's terrified.

Obviously they found this in his trash.

That a fishing boat?

No. That looks more like
a research vessel.

Feds are trying to make out the hull ID.

They want to know if it's private
or government-sponsored.

But either way,
I didn't show you this. All right?

All good.

What's Havlock doing
with a research vessel?

Unless it's not a research vessel.

I'm listening.

The NSA runs a network
of intelligence-gathering programs at sea

in partnership with businesses
to help them blend in

with normal maritime activities.

So it's a government listening post.

One that Havlock needed help locating.

So he leveraged the kid.

How far is Dillingham?

500 miles, give or take.

Havlock will have a head start.

Why don't we skip the fireworks
and you take me to your XO?

Go.

You won't get away with this.

I don't expect to.

OSB confirms we've wiped
the stolen data from Archive 6.

- It's done.
- You're certain about that?

The Ninth Floor's rewritten
their protocols, plugged the hole.

It'd be impossible for him
to get into our servers again.

We specifically trained Havlock
to do the impossible.

Do you think he might try and find
another way of getting the Archive?

Give us the room.

Talk to me about the situation
on the ground in Fairbanks.

Thiago hasn't been identified.

I'm stalling the Bureau.

- Scofield?
- She wants to talk.

- She says it's urgent.
- Not a chance.

Should we at least tell her
the dead man's switch is down?

No. From now on we leave her in the dark.

You're not listening.

I need to speak to Bradford.

Where is she?

- I don't care.
- Coast Guard's been notified.

Marshals are en route.
We're trying to match up the HIN

- with whatever's floating out there.
- Okay. What about the troopers?

It's rolling.

You need to find Bradford
and tell her that this can't wait.

Get this, we got cellular service
back up in Fairbanks.

I know. I tried to call Sarah and Luke
but I can't get through.

- Everything okay?
- I don't know.

I got a bad feeling, Hutch.

I feel…

I feel like one of those frogs
you told me about.

Frogs? I didn't say anything about frogs.

You did. Frogs in the ice.

- You're talking about the neeghaii.
- Yeah.

Yeah. They sing to warn us about
the ice break before the river floods.

The neeghaii can sense
the chaos brewing before we can.

Well, that's what I feel like.
I feel like chaos is brewing.

I feel like…
I feel like things are in motion, Hutch.

Things you and I can't see.

I want you to prepare a team.

We're going to Alaska?

Just prepare a team.

It feels like something's coming.

The ice is gonna break.

The river's gonna flood.

So, I called your Aunt Renee,

and she said we can stay
as long as we like.

And we're all gonna
get swallowed up by it.

You ready to go
to Dillingham? Find your guy?

Can these things even fly?

When we met, you wanted to know
about the scars on my back.

I read your file.

Then you know about Ruby.

And Chicago.

I can't imagine.

She used to have this mason jar.

- You don't have to…
- Called it a wish jar.

Kept it with her wherever she went.

She'd write down little notes on it.

You know, all her wishes, her hopes.

And sometimes we'd go down
to the river and we'd burn them.

We'd set them free.

You know, every now and then,
I take one from the jar,

I read it, keep it with me for the day.

I keep thinking it might bring us closer,

but all they seem to do is remind me
of how many unfulfilled wishes

she left behind.

Everything she won't get to do.

Frank. You there, Frank?

Yeah, go for Frank. Tell me we got him.

The coast guard reached the vessel,
but he was gone when they arrived.

The crew confirmed he was there.

Then they saw him leave?

Less than 20 minutes ago.
On a skiff headed towards the harbor.

Good. Contact port security,
have them stop all harbor traffic.

Do the same thing with the airport.

Nothing takes off
unless it's law enforcement.

- We got him.
- He'll keep moving,

whether by air or sea or land.

- He won't stop.
- Yeah, well, he's not gonna get far.

Dillingham's not on the road system.

Briggs, there's only one road out of town
and it ends 20 miles north of Aleknagik.

Contact the state troopers
and get them en route.

It's his only chance.

Here we go.

- What the hell are you doing?
- What does it look like I'm doing?

I'm stopping him.

I got you.

I got you now.

- Frank.
- Come on.

Pull up!

Scofield! Come on. Get out of here!

Let's go! Come on. Get up!

- What are you doing? Come on!
- No!

Come on. I'm here.

Hello, sunshine.

You're under arrest.

Let's go.

What'd the medics say?

He defied some pretty serious head trauma.

Likely just a contusion.

But they're gonna wanna run a CT
and rule out bleeding.

You talk to him?

No. Not yet.

What's going on?

Well, by my math, we've accounted
for everyone but Julian Steel.

Have an unconfirmed sighting of him
in Tulsa, where his brother lives.

So I say he's an Oklahoma problem now.

Yeah. So that's it then?

That's everyone.

That's about it.

That's a hell of a landing
out there, Frank.

- I'm glad you're okay.
- Thanks.

We got the orders in
to take him into custody.

Okay.

You're taking Scofield with you.

- You know I can't let that happen.
- It's happening.

I'm not letting Havlock out of my sight.

AUSA sees it differently.

Look, Brent, you got a job to do
and you're gonna do it. Okay?

But take her with you.

And you're gonna want me there
when you question him.

I can help.

- Sorry, kids. Rules are rules.
- Rules?

What are you gonna charge him with?
I'm pretty sure it's not against the law

- to survive a plane crash.
- Well, the AUSA has given me--

Any charges, of course,
will be local, not federal.

He was on my JPATS plane.

If you don't take her with you,
I'm gonna transport him myself.

He's my fugitive.

Fine. You don't look at him,
you don't talk to him.

And we leave as soon
as the medics give the all-clear.

I'll see you, Frank.

Thanks.

For what?

Believing in me.

Giving me the chance to clear my name.

And get my life back.

Go make your old man proud.

All your little girl would want
is for you to be happy,

and to know that she loves you.

Yeah.

Go home, Frank.

Be with your family.

They're all that matters.

These pictures are over 25 years old.

This girl could be my age by now.

You wouldn't recognize
the person I used to be.

I hurt a lot of people for them.

I've told so many lies.

I should've seen this coming.

Maybe we should be asking
a different question.

That's my job, Frank.

To anticipate. To see six steps ahead.

It's what we do.

It's a magic trick.

It's her, Hutch. It's Scofield.

Slow down. Say it again.

Listen, in the photos of Thiago,
there's a little girl.

That's Sidney.

And the man standing next to Thiago
is Robert Scofield, her father.

- What?
- She lied to us, Hutch.

She knows Thiago.
She's known him her whole life.

Which means he doesn't work
for the CIA, he works for her.

She downed the plane.

She's calling the shots.

Scofield is the one behind all of this.