All language subtitles for The.Night.Agent.S03E06.1080p.NF.WEBRip.x265-PGW

[pensive music playing]

Get out.

No, he stays.

I lived up to my end of the arrangement.

Peter.

[Adam] Good to see you, Richie.

The deeper that I get into this job,
the more I learn, the more I fear.

I could use a friend around me.

-White House shit.
-What I'm talking about isn't that.

-Who are you?
-The name's Adam.

-What are you doing here?
-The president sent me.

I'm your new partner.

You'll do solo time for two hours.

Stay away from the river's edge.

-Are you doing solo time too?
-Yeah.

-[gun firing]
-[Isabel screaming]

Give me your phone.

[Peter grunting]

[cell phone ringing]

Go.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Father yelling]

[groaning]

The crypto wallet that the LFS was using?

There's been several new deposits
that have been made this week.

They're planning something else.

If the timeline of the deposit
matches the first attack,

then we got less than a week
before whatever it is happens.

I see Jacob Monroe's name.

This investigation into him,
is it really that bad?

He's been a major donor for years.

The investigation into him

and the one into the terrorist attack
are one and the same.

Chelsea, what's up?

I think there's something weird going on
with the president and First Lady.

I shouldn't be saying anything about this.

I think maybe you're the only person
I can really talk to.

If I find this guy, I find Jay.
But right now, I have nothing.

I have a source. He's helped me ID things
in the past. I can head there now.

-[Peter] Want me to go with you?
-[Isabel] No, that would spook him.

He knows me. He trusts me.
I need to speak with him alone.

[music fades]

[ominous music playing]

[muffled breathing]

[device beeping]

[air hissing]

-[car engine idling]
-[ratcheting]

[sinister music playing]

[bag zipping]

[alarm beeping]

[baby crying]

[baby continues crying]

[baby sniffling]

[baby cooing]

[opening theme music playing]

[Peter] She looks nervous.

Do you think she might be
on The Broker's payroll?

I'm starting to think everybody is.

She said he was a source.
But he'd be smart to own a journalist, so…

[keyboard clacking]

[Peter] There he is. Got a visual.

-You told her he was dangerous, right?
-Yeah, and she went right to him.

They're leaving.

-She's going willingly.
-Wait, are they hooking up?

Oh, damn it.
I could have sworn I was her type.

Looks like you are her type.

-Are you calling me old?
-Yeah.

You got facial recognition on you?

Yeah, send me the photo.

-Where are we with ears?
-Kyemera's 47% and rising.

Half the FBI is looking for this guy.
Do we call Mosley?

Not yet. Let's see where he's taking her,
then I'll call it in.

[gear shifting]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Adam] You're sure putting
a lot of distance between us.

That's some real restraint.

Not every tail can be a joyride
through Istanbul.

Well, try Havana during a parade.

[keyboard clacking]

D.C. Interstate, against traffic.

That just sounds irresponsible.

[Peter chuckling]

Oh, we got an ID.

[ominous music playing]

-Yeah, that's him.
-His name's Jacob Monroe.

-Criminal history?
-[Adam] None.

-[Peter] Notable affiliations?
-None.

[Adam] The report says he runs
his own private consulting firm.

Handles everything from compliance
assessment to negotiation support.

Negotiation support?

-What the hell is that?
-He's wealthy, he's connected. [sighing]

At first glance, this all looks legit.

But wait, wait, wait.

-R.M.G. Management.
-What? What about it?

Listed as a previous employer.
It's just a hunch, but, uh…

My lovely lady, Linda over at Langley,
try and say that three times fast,

she owes me her firstborn.

Let's see if she can run a trace,
keep it off the books.

-You think Monroe's CIA?
-Yeah, or CIA adjacent.

R.M.G. Management.

Sounds a hell of a lot like the type
of front they use for asset payroll.

Linda.

-[earring clattering]
-[music fades]

To us.

I just brushed my teeth.

Nah, I wanna cheers to our success,
to our future.

[Chelsea] Hmm.

And I wanna compare
our usual two-buck Chuck

to the president's favorite Bordeaux

before I forget
what good taste tastes like.

-Hey, your good taste led you to me.
-Yeah.

[Theo] Hmm.

I honestly can't tell the difference.

No, I think I get it. [sighing]

[chuckling] Says the man who ordered beer
that tastes like beer on our first date.

That was before we were invited to dinner
in the White House with the president.

-[Chelsea chuckling]
-Babe, we're fancy now.

-Why aren't you psyched about this?
-I am.

It's very cool. It's, uh…

It's just you didn't notice anything weird
with FLOTUS tonight, did you?

Well, she didn't laugh
at my estate-tax joke,

and that usually kills.

You mean something else?

Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned
you looking into the intruder thing.

No, anything off between me and her?

Come on, she threw a whole
thank-you dinner. She clearly loves you.

POTUS didn't seem off?

During dessert, I thought he was quiet.

Well, my job would be a whole lot easier
if that man knew how to be quiet.

[Theo chuckling]

Lay it out for me. What's going on?

Always on my side, yeah?

Always.

[pensive music playing]

I found Brian Mott's phone.

-I thought you said FLOTUS had it.
-I recovered it during dinner.

-From where?
-Her desk in their bedroom study.

So by "recovered," you mean "stole"?

Recovered for the investigation.

The Service's investigation
or your off-the-books one?

She lied, Theo.

She lied about Mott having a gun.

There was no gun.

She lied about not knowing him.
She's been meeting with him for months.

-That's not what she said at dinner.
-I know. She lied.

[Theo sighing]

She's the wife of a politician.
I know she can lie.

-But I am also worried about you.
-No. Don't make this about me.

You stole from the private residence
of the president and the First Lady.

-Recovered.
-That is a big deal, Chelsea.

That is a career-ender
and arrest-size deal.

Please, put it back where you found it.

-Nobody needs to know.
-The Secret Service needs to know.

And they can get an anonymous tip
to its location after you put it back.

Babe, if you need time to heal,

just ask for it.

Nobody's gonna blame you.

But you gotta put some distance
between yourself and the shooting.

It… it's not about that.

Then what is it about?

We're here toasting to our future,

and you're putting all of it in jeopardy
if anyone found out.

Hey, I don't want you to worry about me.

Okay?

Great.

So you're gonna put it back
where you found it

first thing tomorrow.

Okay.

[suspenseful music playing]

[cell phone vibrating]

-Uh, yep. Everything okay?
-Please tell me you have something.

-Yeah, the shell company checked out.
-Corepoint Dynamics?

-You found Mott's employer?
-Yeah.

You have an ID?

-Yeah.
-[Chelsea] But you can't talk right now.

-Not really, no.
-[Chelsea] Just listen, then.

I found Brian Mott's phone
in the residence.

I saw the First Lady hide it
after Mott's attack.

-Download's wrapping up.
-[Chelsea] I think she's part of this.

Hiding something.
And I know that sounds absurd, but I--

[Peter] No, it doesn't.

I think you're onto something,
but I gotta go.

Thank you.

I'm gonna send you my address
in New York just in case.

But keep me in the loop.

-Stay safe.
-Yeah, you too.

[Peter] Bye.

Anything important?

No, no, it's unrelated.

Just an old friend needed a gut check.

Looks like we're here.

[gate clattering]

So how's this Kyemera thing work anyway?

Just gotta tell the program
to call Isabel's phone,

then the malware
downloads in the background.

Calling her now.

-[cell phone vibrating]
-You need to get that?

It's just scammers.

-She ignore the call?
-[Adam] Kyemera's connecting anyway.

-She doesn't have to do anything?
-[Adam] She just did.

This tech's as invasive as it gets.

Is that, uh… is that a problem?

No. Go for it.

[Isabel] Did you redecorate
since I've last been here,

or has it always been this grand?

[Monroe] I had a little bit of time
to play around with it.

I've come to prefer my nights
spent at home than on the town.

[Isabel] I imagine
this is a good place to recover.

[Monroe] Well,
chemo hasn't been a problem for me.

[Isabel] Not even cancer slows you down.

Knew it wasn't a stomach bug.

[Monroe] I have too much to accomplish.

Now, you know my door
is always open to you,

and, in fact,
the food alone is worth the drive.

I lured Chef Maggie away
from La Capirucha,

and I asked her to make flan for dessert.

Thanks, but I can only manage
dinner tonight. I have a deadline.

-You're seldom without a deadline.
-I have too much I want to accomplish.

[Monroe] I'm willing to bet
that you already have a draft

that you're gonna research and perfect
till the very last minute.

Research is what actually
brings me here tonight.

I need your expertise.
On background, of course.

[Monroe] Well, I was hoping it was
a social visit, but let's make a deal.

I'll answer anything you want
if you stay for dessert.

I guess I'll have the flan, then.

[chuckling] Okay. One second.

Maggie?

-I don't think she likes him.
-No, but he likes her.

This is ridiculous. We need a visual.

-Does that Kyemera work through comms?
-Yeah.

[suspenseful music swelling]

-[music fades]
-[water bubbling]

[Son grunting]

Thirty seconds! That's my best yet!

No, you have consistently underestimated
and misrepresented this job.

You have assigned me
a new client every day,

and now I've got experienced competitors
trying to intervene.

Injuries are avoidable
if I know what I'm up against,

and clearly you do not.

-Hey, can I go…
-Give me a minute.

-What?
-Can I go get my goggles?

Yeah.

Hey.

-Uh, grab a towel so you don't drip.
-[Son] Okay.

You listen to me.

You hire me for my expertise,

so why don't you ask me
what I need to finish this job?

-Go ahead, ask me.
-[suspenseful music playing]

[lock beeping]

[ominous music playing]

[music fades]

-[device beeping]
-[lock clicking]

[sinister music playing]

[Son breathing heavily]

[Son sniffling, breathing heavily]

[objects clattering]

[ominous music continues]

Hey, walk, please.

-Goggles?
-Couldn't find 'em.

[Father exhaling sharply]

[Son panting]

[ominous music swelling]

[music fades]

-[Isabel] This one's new.
-Good eye.

I'd remember the first edition
of The Great Gatsby.

It's beautiful.
It should be on display somewhere.

Well, that case is museum-quality.

I meant it should be on display for others
so everyone can enjoy it.

Uh, well, it was a recent acquisition
from a rundown bookstore

that didn't know what they had. Ofelia.

-The one I told you about where--
-I've never been.

Well… I'll take you whenever you're free.

I do have business I need to get to.

[Monroe] Yes, I know.
I just enjoy speaking with you.

Looks like we can get a visual
if we hop that wall,

get access to the property.

[Adam] Oh, my lady, Linda, came through.

Monroe was an asset for an op in the '90s.

Why'd that not show up in the FBI report?

Well, the CIA's just better
at keeping secrets.

So Monroe's an asset.
That would make total sense.

He would have the knowledge,
he would have the network.

Now, you're scaling that wall.
I promised my knees no more drops.

Yeah, whatever you say, old man.

[Monroe] Fine. Ask all your questions.

Let's get them out of the way before food.

[suspenseful music playing]

Fire away.

[laser clicking]

[Adam] Camera blind.

[Isabel] You bank at Walcott Capital, yes?

[Monroe] I used to. Why?

[Isabel] A little over a week ago,

I received a stack of SARs
from Walcott Capital.

They indicate major clients of the bank
conducted multiple suspicious transfers.

Well, by filing the reports, the bank did
all they're legally obligated to do.

Yes, I understand that's how SARs work.

Point is, the compliance officer
who filed the SARs

was fired shortly afterwards.

And the supervisor at FinCEN
tried to bury the reports completely.

Both men are now dead.

-[Adam] You good?
-[Peter] Yeah.

-[Monroe] How do you fit into this?
-[Isabel] I had a whistleblower.

He helped us connect
the LFS attack to Flight Pima 12

to most U.S. companies in the SARs.

They don't sound like accomplices.

[Adam] Well, Monroe could be legit
as far as she knows.

Americans funded
the Flight Pima 12 attack?

Well, that's a massive story for you,
assuming there's proof.

Oh, I have proof.

Of that and a lot more.

[Monroe] Well, what can I help you with?

[Isabel] You can tell me
where Jay Batra is.

My whistleblower? You kidnapped him.

[Monroe chuckling]

-Kidnapped? Who told you that?
-Are you suggesting I reveal my source?

Only so I can contextualize their claims.

There are many who have
the wrong assumptions about my work.

Context is,
is that I think you're lying to me.

-What happened to Jay?
-I employed Mr. Batra.

So now you remember him.

Mr. Batra found evidence
that my former bank was dirty.

So I withdrew my accounts
and gave him a job.

He's a recent hire,

so forgive me for not recognizing
his name immediately.

Where is he right now?

It's after hours.
How should I know where my employees are?

-I mean, you believe that I'm cap--
-I don't know what to believe.

I've been trying to figure you out
since you showed up at my tía's door,

throwing your money around like
you could buy back all the missing years.

[Peter] Where was Monroe's op for the CIA?

Mexico City.

Holy shit.

-She's his daughter.
-[Isabel] You can lie to me all you want.

But money, money tells the truth.

You've been investigating me?

My school payments,
my mortgage, my monthly allowance,

all paid for by an anonymous trust

clearly designed to hide you
from your money.

Common practice in my field
for asset protection.

Yeah. That's what I told myself,
that you were paranoid.

A capitalist
with a healthy distrust of the IRS.

But it made me wonder,
so… [breathing shakily]

…as a beneficiary of the trust,
I obtained tax records,

where I found several other assets
you were trying to protect.

One of them, Corepoint Dynamics,
showed up on Jay's report,

alongside other companies
he claimed funded terrorism.

-Are you involved?
-In what?

Jay's abduction.

The LFS attack on Pima 12.

[Monroe speaking Spanish]

Sounds like Isabel's got
some serious Daddy issues.

Lost the visual. I gotta reposition.

[in English] Because a source I trust
told me, without a doubt--

Would you stop? Would you stop running?

And tell me
who my father really is, please?

[in Spanish] Is the truth that damning…?

[music fades]

[Monroe breathing shakily]

[in English] I'm not afraid of the truth.

I'm not afraid of the cancer.

I'm gonna beat it, I have no doubt.

I obviously want you to get better.

[Monroe] The only thing I'm afraid of is…

not having the chance
to make things right between us.

[Isabel] Then you could start right now
by being honest with me.

All right.

What did your source say?

He told me my father
is involved in illicit trade.

Bribery, terrorism.

Mike's murder.

Mike? Your m-- Your mentor?

-What… what happened?
-Where is Jay?

-Is he dead?
-No. Jay is very much alive.

I… I'm telling you the truth.

I had nothing to do with the LFS
or the Pima 12 attack.

-I'm not the monster you think I am.
-What about Mike's death?

-Uh, this is the first I've heard of it.
-Or Senator Lansing?

He was shot two feet from me
a few days after speaking with Mike.

Someone is trying to kill the story.
And now they're trying to kill me.

Have you been targeted?

-Are they following you?
-[Isabel] Yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

-I could've helped--
-Because I don't trust you!

I don't know what's
a negotiating point or what's not,

not even with your cancer diagnosis.

And now you want me
to play like I'm a… a good daughter.

Like you never abandoned my mother and me.

[dramatic music playing]

[voice breaking] I want my father
in my life…

but you need to earn it.

Then let me start by protecting you
against whoever's coming after you.

I can handle it myself.

Isabel, the work I do
requires me to swim in murky waters.

I don't deny it.

But that doesn't make me a shark.

I would never ever
do anything to hurt you.

Quite the opposite.

[Adam chuckling]

Man, he's laying it on thick.

Yeah, he wants it to be true.
He needs her to believe it's true.

Whoever it is that sent someone after you
must know you're about to publish.

There's a very short list of people
who are threatened by your story,

and I can stop them now.

-But I just need for you to--
-Another one of your deals?

No. I just need you to stay here
until I can ensure your safety.

It won't take long.

And when I come back…

I'll tell you everything.

[Isabel breathing shakily]

[suspenseful music swelling]

[Peter panting]

Monroe's on the move.

-Hey, you good?
-Yeah, why?

Isabel's his daughter.
She didn't disclose. We still trust her?

I don't think she made the connection
I was after him until tonight.

See what her next move is.

That'll tell you
everything you need to know.

I need your help.
Get me back up on that roof.

I'll keep eyes on Isabel.

You cover Monroe, figure out
where he's going, who he's talking to.

-I won't let him out of my sight.
-I'm gonna call Mosley.

Update him, see how he wants us
to play it from here.

Oh, he's going to be pleased. So is POTUS.

You did good.
You, uh… you found The Broker.

Yeah.

[tense music playing]

Thank you for this. But my father
and I won't be having dinner after all.

It's fine. He's often unpredictable.
Order's up for the guest house.

-You wanna take the flan to go?
-[Isabel] No.

-The bathroom is over there, yeah?
-Yes, ma'am.

[suspenseful music playing]

Dinner's ready in five.
Let the others know.

All right.
Save a plate for me, please, Mags.

Neil always grabs seconds
while I'm stuck at the monitors.

-Neil always helps me wash up.
-Sure, but I hate pruny fingers.

[suspenseful music playing]

[suspenseful music swelling]

[door opening, closing in distance]

[cell phone vibrating]

-Yeah, hello?
-Where are you right now?

-I'm in Manhattan. Why?
-I'm sending you my location pin.

It's a little outside of the city.

Text me when you get to the gate,
and don't let anyone know you're here.

What exactly am I walking into?

I found Jay. We can get him
out of here, but I need your help.

-Can you come?
-Yeah, on my way.

You pull up along
the castle's stone walls.

I hide in the shadows.

Multiple voices drift from the guard house
just beyond the gate.

Can I listen for distinct voices?
Hear how many of them there are?

-[cell phone chiming]
-Roll it.

Thirteen, plus my modifier.

-Nineteen.
-Nice.

As the soldiers talk,
you hear three distinct voices.

So there's at least three guards.

There might be more, just not speaking.

-You're getting good at this.
-Can I hear what they're saying?

With that 19, you hear,

[in accent] "You sorry lot

will be guarding the king's carriage
tomorrow at dawn."

"I hope I don't have to remind you
how vital this transport is."

[in accent] "Nothing goes wrong
on our watch."

-[in accent] "But I don't have a watch."
-[chuckling]

-[Father] What do you wanna do?
-[phone chimes]

Okay. So I think I'm going to sneak
into the carriage tonight.

The king leaves with the gold tomorrow…

[siren wailing in distance]

[Son] Dad?

I'm sorry, bud. I think we're gonna
have to end our session for the evening.

-Because you have to go to work?
-I do. There's a client emergency.

Can you pack all this up
and get yourself to bed?

And, hey, I promise we're so close
to homecoming sundaes at Wanda's.

What flavor are you gonna get?

I'm not a baby.

Am I treating you like one?

You're distracting me, lying to me.

Okay, okay.

Tell me my lie.

That's not your work bag!

You lied to me about what you do.

[tense music playing]

What do you think I do?

You're a spy.

You hunt bad guys, and I know it.

Please don't lie again.

How did you find out?

You gave me the wrong key card.

Your goggles.

-And you went inside?
-There were disguises.

And you have special tools and weapons?

And I know you got hurt by somebody bad.

[Father sighing]

I knew you were too smart
to fall for the tree branch story.

Why did you lie to me?

To keep you safe.

Because you're right.

I am a spy.

And I have a secret identity
to protect us.

-From the bad guys?
-Yes.

Who I swear will never find us.

That's why I have to go and do my job.

To stop the bad guys one last time.

[dramatic music playing]

Can I have a secret identity?

When I get back,

we'll come up with one just for you.

-[ominous music playing]
-[indistinct chatter]

[music fades]

A one-on-one visit? At my place?

Who's the special girl now?

[Monroe] Hmm.

Interesting new look.

I appreciate you meeting me so late.

Uh, well, service above all.

Well, which is why I'm here.

Seems I am once again
in need of your services.

Sounds like a Scotch conversation.

Yeah. Shame. I still don't drink.

[glasses clanking]

But my terms are simple.

A client of your bank is targeting
a journalist named Isabel De Leon,

and I want you to end it.

You guarantee her safety,

I restore my accounts, all of them.

Isabel must be very important
to warrant such an offer.

So you're screwing her, right?

Uh, you're right.

My clients' personal affairs
are none of my business.

-Do we have a deal or not?
-I'm afraid I must reject your offer.

-So it is your man going after her.
-[Freya] For a journalist?

Why bother?
No one believes the news anymore.

And yet you've already silenced
Mike Fonseca at The Financial Register

and those he spoke with.

Your compliance officer, Senator Lansing.

These are outrageous accusations.

This story will expose your fuck-up.

And your clients will lose
more than their money.

And you?

-You'll lose--
-[Freya] Nothing.

Because she cannot publish
what she can't verify.

[Monroe] Then I'll make sure that
Jay Batra speaks to another journalist,

but this time with evidence
that a second attack is coming.

And that you know enough
to set your bank up to profit.

I'll send his findings
to my contacts at the FBI,

and I'll highlight your name
in the report.

You said Mr. Batra
was floating in the Atlantic.

I guess his tide came in.

[ominous music playing]

Well, unfortunately, Jacob,

"service above all" only applies
to those who bank with us,

which you no longer do at your request.

And if I don't serve you,
and you threaten me,

or my clients, or my bank--

I'll give you Jay.

His life for Isabel's.

And she won't publish.

[Freya] That should have been
your opening offer, Jacob.

But it's insufficient now.

[glasses clanking]

[liquid pouring]

You'll regret this, Freya.

To your health.

[suspenseful music swelling]

[Freya sighing]

[cell phone ringing]

Have we come to terms?

I will admit that the job is a little
more complicated than we anticipated.

-We'll agree to the new fees.
-Retroactively?

[Freya] Oh, for fuck's sake,
just get it done.

-Bonus if you get it done tonight.
-Journalist still the main priority?

[Freya] Journalist, whistleblower,

agent, your shooter…

and Jacob Monroe.

In whatever order you want.

Anyone else who gets
in the way is collateral now.

-I don't do collateral.
-[Freya] Make an exception.

Make him afraid.
I'll cover your dry cleaning.

[music fades]

[baby crying]

[Hagan groaning]

-I'll get him.
-No, I got him.

-It's fine.
-It's my turn.

-I can't sleep anyway.
-Please. Stay in bed, all right?

You're with Chase all day.
Let me be Dad, all right?

It's been every night this week.

[Hagan groaning]

He's a little tense is all. [sniffling]

Chase might not know
someone got past the castle walls,

but he senses something's off.

I think it's time we all moved on.
Just put it behind us.

[Hagan] Oh, like you've done?

You wanna tell me why
you're not sleeping, or can I guess?

Hey.

Hey.

It's all good, all right?

It's hard to move on
when the investigation's ongoing.

And you've been so concerned for Chelsea,
you've ignored yourself in all this.

It's okay to be scared.

She seemed okay tonight.

I'm not so sure.

I caught her in the study
staring at the floor.

-When?
-During dinner.

But we… we talked it out,
and I, uh, think I gave her some comfort.

-[Chase continues crying]
-[Hagan chuckling]

Sounds like Little Man could do
with some of that premium comfort.

Yeah, I got him.
Try to get some sleep, okay?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

[Hagan groaning]

Give him a kiss for me.

[Hagan] I'm coming, buddy.

Hey, buddy. You're okay. Daddy's here.

[shushing] You're all right.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Isabel] I found Jay.
He's in a guest house downstairs.

There are cameras everywhere.
I was able to shut this one off.

You'll have to hug the walls
to go downstairs.

Where are we?

-We're at my source's house.
-Who's your source?

[gate clanging]

His name is Jacob Monroe.
I think he's the broker you're after.

He said he had nothing to do with
Flight Pima 12 and that he employed Jay.

He didn't kidnap him.

-But you found Jay here?
-Yes. I found him locked up.

-So, what else is he lying about?
-Where's Monroe now?

Probably on his way back.
We have to hurry up and get Jay out.

He'll know that you helped me.

Good.

-Do you have a car?
-No. Don't you?

-No.
-How did you get here?

-I… I Ubered.
-What? What about Adam?

-He's unavailable right now.
-Well, he keeps a Bentley in the garage.

-I know how to get the key.
-Okay.

[suspenseful music playing]

[alarm blaring]

Ben, come to the library.
The boss's daughter just snapped.

[Ben] On it.

Camera six is down. Rebooting now.

-Give it a look for me, Jeff.
-Copy. On my way.

[Neil] Told you they had issues.

[sinister music playing]

[Father panting]

-[silenced gunshot firing]
-[man grunting]

Code Echo-2.
Armed intruder at the main entry.

Ben, meet me in the library.
Neil, protect the guest.

[Neil] Copy.

[Neil grunting]

[keys jangling]

[lock clicking]

[keys jangling]

-Jay. Hey, buddy. We gotta go.
-Peter?

-Let's go. We gotta move now.
-Wait, you know about the attack?

The Pima 12 attack? You were right.
The LFS was fund--

No, no, no. The next one.

-[Peter] What are you talking about?
-It's happening again. Look.

-[inaudible]
-[Isabel gasping]

[suspenseful music swelling]

-[tense music playing]
-[Maggie breathing panically]

-[silenced gunshot firing]
-[Ben grunting]

[Maggie whimpering]

[Maggie breathing shakily]

[shakily] Please don't. I have a daughter.

I have a daughter.
I have a daughter. Please, please.

[both panting]

Stay close, stay quiet.
We're going to the garage, okay?

Let's go.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Jay screaming, groaning]

Jay, stay down.

[gun clicking]

[magazine clattering]

[gun cocking]

[Jay groaning]

-[Peter] You good? You okay?
-Yeah.

Put pressure on it. Come on.
We're almost there. You gotta stand up.

Come on.

[Jay wincing, groaning]

[Peter] Let's go. Stay low.

[both panting]

Peter? Jay?

[door closing]

[silenced gunshot firing]

[silenced gunshot firing]

[intense music playing]

[Isabel panting]

[banging on door]

[banging on door continues]

[Father straining, panting]

[breathing heavily]

[drum clattering]

[both panting]

Keep pressure on it.

-I'm gonna go find Isabel.
-I smell smoke.

Yeah, me too.

-Stay put.
-[Jay groaning]

[Isabel coughing]

[coughing]

[fire roaring]

[coughing] Isabel!

[Peter coughing]

Isabel, it's Peter!

[Peter coughing]

[Isabel] The window!

Come on.

[Isabel coughing]

[Peter coughing]

You good? Come on.

Come on. Go in the garage.

Go.

[Peter coughing]

[Jay groaning]

[garage door whirring]

[Isabel] Jay!

Keys.

Jay. Jay, are you okay?

[car engine starting]

[dramatic music playing]

[fire roaring]

[gate whirring]

What now?

I think you should call your dad.

[suspenseful music swelling]

[music fades]

[ending theme music playing]

[music fades]