All language subtitles for Blindspot.S02E02.Heave.Fiery.Knot.S02.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H265-SiGMA_track3_eng

I had another memory.

It was my most vivid one yet.

What was it?

It was hot.

I was high
above the treetops.

We were taking out
a hostile target.

(speaking Pashto)

(ears ringing)

(man on radio)
Pull back to the chopper.

Pull back to the chopper now!

(Weller)
How'd you
remember that?

(Jane)
Because they wanted me to.

Shepherd and Roman
took me to a memorial.

It was small.

Out of the way.

(Weller)
Why?

(Naz)
To reindoctrinate her.

The CIA formed ORION to carry
out off-the-book ops.

But I though that's
what SEALs were for.

Orion was for illegal,
unsanctioned operations.

Assassinations.
Regime change.

Missions too grisly to go
through legitimate channels.

When Douglas Winter
blew the whistle

on the illegal NSA program

that was feeding them
intel,

the CIA shut ORION down.

Tried to erase any trace.

You were the only one
that survived.

They thought they
killed you, too.

We chose
not to correct them.

This plaque is the closest thing
ORION has to a memorial.

This is what your country
thought you were worth.

America needs to be
saved from itself.

How? An attack?

(Roman)
More than that.

It'll be a complete reset.
We're gonna comp--

That's enough.

It's better
if you don't know.

They might interrogate you.

(Roman)
We need to get her back.

There's something
we need you to do today.

Something important.

Shepherd gave me
something else.

What?

A tattoo case.

The coliseum pillars
on my lower abdomen.

Said it needed
to be solved today.

I don't like them
dictating our timeline.

I'll get my analysts on it.

No, you're the one
that said we need to keep

chasing these tattoos.

Otherwise, Sandstorm
will know something's off.

We're following this.

She's not wrong.

(Jane)
The last time
they brought us a case,

we brought down a sex
trafficking ring

and stopped an innocent man
from being executed.

And how does Sandstorm
expect us to buy

that you cracked this
on your own?

They gave me a hint.

They said to say that I was
changing the dressing

on my gunshot wound...

(gunshot)

...and I saw that the spaces
in between the pillars

looked like bullets.

I'll get Patterson
on it.

Good work, Jane.

(forklift beeping)

Freddy.

It's Edgar.

Edgar Reade,
Mulmur Hills Football Camp.

(chuckling)

Eddie Reade.

Look at you!

What's it been,
15 years?

Oh, man, yeah.

Look at that suit.

What are you,
an accountant or something?

FBI, actually.

FBI? This is
a friendly visit right?

Yeah, it's friendly,
it's friendly.

Yo, I'm on break!

So what do I owe
the pleasure, Mr. FBI man?

Been in touch with
a few of our campmates,

a couple of them pointed me
in your direction.

I wanted to give you
a call before I came here,

but I... couldn't
get a number on you.

(chuckling)
Yeah, I'm...

kind of between providers.

(chuckling)

Uh... hey,
you heard about

Tim Scott
and Levi Hart, right?

This ain't about football.
Jones ruined my life.

Yeah, I heard.

Yeah, Tim and Levi,
they went to that camp

a long time after we did.

I've been working
with an assistant DA

trying to build a case.

It looks like Jones
abused a lot of kids

for a lot of years.

Now, we're having trouble

getting victims
to come in and testify.

Maybe they trying to move on
with their lives, you know?

Keep the past in the past.

Why bring all that muck
back up to the surface?

Because if you don't,
Jones is gonna walk.

We can't change
what he did.

Jones is still out there.
What if he's not finished?

That man was supposed
to protect us...

look out for us.

Don't you think
it's about time

he's paid for
what he's done?

Here. Please, just give
the ADA a call.

Thank you.

It's really good
to see you again, man.

Man, you too, man.

Hey, Freddy!

We'll get him.

I promise.

There's a box in my place.

It's pictures.
Clothes.

It's the last belongings
of my father.

She's under the fort, Kurt.

(Weller)
Who's under the fort, Dad?

I killed Taylor Shaw.

I can't throw it out.
Why?

That box is the last
piece you have of him.

Once it's gone,
so is he.

I want him gone.

I hate him.

He was still
your father, Kurt.

And you're still
using the present tense.

My hate
is not going anywhere.

That's because you're
not dealing with it.

Can you articulate where
these feelings come from?

If you can't name it,
externalize it,

then you can't
move past it, Kurt.

(phone beeping)

We're gonna have
to call this one short.

Your father's dead, Kurt.

It's too late
to confront him now,

but until you confront
your feelings about him,

his shadow will follow you
wherever you go.

(Patterson)
We knew the columns on Jane's
tattoo are consistent

with a particular
architectural style,

but the hidden bullets,
that was news to me.

(Zapata)
From Jane's perspective,

they look almost exactly
like .40 caliber rounds.

(Patterson)
I cross-referenced
the bullets

with the building style,
and guess what.

The same rounds were used
to shoot up the wedding

of a Mexico City
narcotics officer last year.

Police suspected
the Juarez Cartel,

but the investigation dried up

because detectives
kept getting murdered.

(Reade)
That level of violence

definitely matches
the Juarez M.O.

I tracked down
the serial numbers

for the guns recovered
at the scene.

Three months
before the massacre,

they were recovered in a raid
by the New York DEA.

How does a Mexican cartel

steal weapons
from the New York DEA?

They don't. The DEA
sold them.
What?

That was through
the gun-waltzing program?

Why couldn't I find that?

'Cause you don't
work for the NSA.

(Reade)
I thought the attorney general
shut that program down.

Apparently not.
What is gun-waltzing?

It's a bad idea.

It puts these weapons
back on the streets

through agents
posing as arms dealers.

Then trace the weapons back to
the big players for big busts.

Only sometimes,
they lose them.

(Naz)
Hang on a second.

This says that the D.A.'s
set to release more weapons

through its program today,

including four
stinger missiles.

Are you serious?

Don't weapons that size seem
a little risky to use as bait?

Stingers can hit targets up
to four miles away.

They're reliable and accurate.

Wait a second.

Nine Juarez Cartel
associates

popped up on facial recognition
at JFK yesterday.

Does that seem like a pretty big
coincidence to anyone else?

(Reade)
That's not good--
the Juarez Cartel

has been increasing
its attacks inside the U.S.

Shepherd did say
it was urgent,

that thousands of lives
hang in the balance.

(Weller)
The cartel are gonna buy
those missiles from the DEA.

They want to
hit a target here, today.

**

This doesn't seem
off to you?

Chasing down a Sandstorm
lead like this?

The Juarez Cartel
could be planning an attack

in the U.S. today.

We don't have much choice.

Besides, every tattoo
on Jane's body

has come from Sandstorm.

The only difference now is we
know who's behind the curtain.

What if it's a setup?

What if Jane's tattoo
is leading us into a trap?

Jane was the trap.
All right?

We already fell into it.
She played us.

Look, I don't like
working with her

any more than you do.

I don't like being
in the same room as her.

But... it's the only way
to end this.

Patterson's got something.

What do you mean
you're not bringing a case?

We can't win-- not
without stronger evidence

than the testimony of a school
shooter and a junkie drunk.

I really don't have time
for this right now.

Look, Freddy
has his struggles.

He's a victim.

He helps the case.

Substance abuse, theft.

Jones's lawyers
would tear him apart.

Do you have any idea
how many children

Jones could have hurt
over the past two decades?

No! Because none of them
will go on the record.

Freddy will! He's sober.
He's gainfully employed.

Freddy's sober now.
He's employed now.

He was neither of those
things two months ago.

What happens in another two
months when he falls apart

again and I need him
on the stand?

Which is exactly
why we need to do this!

Freddy is the very example

of what Jones has done
to these guys.

Don't you understand that?

I know it's not justice,

but neither is taking this guy
to court and losing.

Gail, please don't
do this to me. I promise--

It's just not gonna happen.

Tell your friend I'm sorry.

I tracked down
the requisitions

from the DEA's
gun-waltzing program.

Almost all the guns that walked
and never came back

were signed out
by the same person--

a field agent
named Valentine Barker.

And get this.

In nearly every instance,

they were sold to people
with ties to the Juarez Cartel.

(Zapata)
That kind of firepower,

it's no wonder they've been
escalating their violence.

So the losses
aren't accidents.

She's using the program

to cover the sale of weapons
to the cartel.

(Reade)
Where's Valentine now?

DEA doesn't know where
Valentine or the weapons are.

She's at a bank in Queens
trying to cash out her account.

For real?

Why don't I have
access to that?

She's getting
ready to run.

Let's move.

I'll need access
to my safe deposit box.

So, are we just not gonna
talk about how messed up it is

Jane's out here with us?

Sandstorm are watching.

It has to look like
business as usual.

Otherwise,
it could blow her cover.

It was one thing when
we thought she was a pawn,

but her mother's the leader,

and her brother's
a homicidal maniac.

Sandstorm is in Jane's blood.

(Zapata)
Just keep her in front of me.

I don't want to wind up
on the wrong end

of a friendly fire report.

Look, everything they
knew about you is a lie.

You've got to give them time
to forgive you.

They handed me over
to the CIA

to be tortured
and interrogated

without charge or trial.

As far as I can tell,
this country runs on lies.

Look, I understand
that you're angry...

No, you have no idea
what it feels like

to be looked at with hatred
and suspicion at every--

I'm a Pakistani-born woman
who's busted my ass

climbing to the top of
the National Security Agency.

You think I haven't
dealt with my share

of aggression and mistrust?

I've seen the laws this
country's willing to violate,

and all I've
seen Sandstorm do

is expose corruption
and save lives.

How can you be so sure
we're on the right side of this?

Shepherd's group has destroyed
thousands of lives.

These people
are killers, and...

they need to be stopped.

(Weller)
All right, team, let's
do this by the numbers.

(Reade)
Hold on a second.

Two guys in suits
right in front of us.

(Zapata)
That's an interesting tattoo
for a banker.

You got two more
on your left side.

(Zapata)
Valentine's got
cartel protection?

No, not protection.

(honking horn)

Valentine!
Down!

(automatic gunfire)

FBI!

(automatic gunfire)

Aah!

(automatic gunfire)

(groaning)

You got Jane?

She's on my three,
got her!

(Jane firing)

(groaning)

On the ground, now!

(Weller)
Drop your weapon!

(Zapata)
These are Juarez Cartel tattoos.

She's supplying weapons
to the cartel.

Why are they trying
to kill you, then? Hmm?

(Borden)
You seem agitated.

What's on your mind?

(explosion)

(screaming)

Nothing I can think of.

Well, if you won't tell me,
maybe you can confide

in one of your teammates--
Weller, perhaps.

I don't like working with her
any more than you do.

I don't like being
in the same room as her.

Yeah...

I don't see that
happening right now.

Well, he's going
through a lot.

You mean his dad?

Yes... it seems
both of you

are feeling rather
alone at the moment,

and sometimes
the best we can do

is to try to feel alone
together.

You and Kurt could
help each other.

Yeah, maybe.

After all, Jane...

this team's the closest thing
to family you've got.

I don't know what you
want from me, all right?

I haven't done
anything wrong.

So why were you
getting shot at

by cartel members,
Valentine?

All I know is I started
getting followed yesterday

and decided to get
some distance

so I could
figure out why.

I've put away a lot
of dangerous people.

We know you've been using
the gun-waltzing program.

Defense weapons
to the Juarez Cartel,

and they've been using
those weapons in the U.S.

Just tell us where
the stingers are

and where
the sale's happening.

Stingers?

I don't even run the--

My boss, Robert Kingston,
runs that program.

Does he?

So explain this.

Why is your signature

on every one of these
requisitions,

including this morning's?

I-I wasn't even
in this morning!

These should all be Rob's.

This doesn't make any sense!

Actually, it makes
plenty of sense.

It's okay,
me and Reade have got this.

I just cracked one
of the gunmen's phones.

Kingston ordered
the hit on you.

No...

This-- this can't--
this can't be possible!

Rob's my mentor.

He taught me how to be DEA,
for God's sake!

(Weller)
But?

What is it,
Valentine?

About six months ago,

I was going over numbers
for the program...

and the loss incidence
for weapons

was being underreported.

And who did you
bring this to?

A friend at the DOJ.

And Rob.

He thanked me for the catch

and promised
he'd deal with it.

And did he?

Two days ago,

I checked the loss incidence
again, and it had gone up.

I told Rob we had
to take it upstairs.

He said he would
shut down the program...

after they handled it.

And he tried
to handle you instead.

He was like
a father to me.

How could he do this?

(Shepherd)
Spit it out, Roman.

I shadow her,

make sure
she's all right.

No.

Cade's still
out there.

She just spent
three months in a hole.

She's too fragile
to just--

If there's one thing your
sister is not, it's fragile.

I will be invisible,
I promise.

She protected me
my whole life.

If I can help--
Is this about you or her?

I won't have you
risking this mission.

Stay away from her,
Roman.

Let your sister
do her job.

Kingston hasn't checked in
with the DEA since yesterday,

and so far, no one can
physically locate him.

(Valentine)
He goes dark a lot
for his cover.

He poses
as an arms dealer.

(Weller)
We've got to stop your boss

before he sells
those missiles.

All right, we believe

the cartel
will use them today.

With weapons that powerful,
they can kill thousands.

Rob transitions
the weapons off-book

through a storage locker
in Brooklyn.

We might be able to catch him,
but I want in.

No, absolutely not.

Look, he tried
to have me killed, okay?

I want to put the cuffs
on him myself.

No... you're
too close to this.

She's not a kid.

She's a trained
DEA agent.

She knows Kingston.

She'll be
an asset out there.

Fine.

Okay.

Go get Jane.
We're moving out.

We?
We. Go get her.

Oh, there you are.

Uh, do you
have a moment?

Uh... no.
Actually, we're--

It's just--
I got you this.

It's "Oregon Trail."

I stumbled across it on eBay
and I... thought of you.

Oh, you just
stumbled across this?

(chuckling)
Well...

That's very, um...

Where do you imagine
that I could use this?

Um, does one
of your computers

not have an old disc drive
or something?

No, I--

They're all pretty new.

Oh. And no...

backwards compatible...

No. Uh, you don't know
a lot about computers.

W-Would you like
to have dinner with me?

Oh, I...

Sorry, that wasn't
a great-- um...

Not now, obviously.

You're obviously,
um, you know,

busy, now.

But, you know,
at some point,

a proper dinner,
in the future,

as in, we'd make plans to
go to dinner in the future.

Um, am I making
any sense?

Yeah, yes. Yes.

But, uh, yes,
I'm making sense or...

Uh, yes to dinner.
(chuckling)

Good, great.
Uh, okay.

Well, I'll e-mail you.

Are you sure
you can handle that?

'Cause that involves
a computer.

Or I'll just use

a carrier pigeon
or something.

(chuckling)
Okay. Yeah.

(chuckling)

Thank you.

Uh...

This is gonna
be a maze.

All right... let's split up
and see if we can find Kingston.

Valentine, hang back
at the exit,

see if he's heading
in or out.

Why doesn't Jane
hang back?

Because she's
inside with us.

Jane, with me.

(Weller)
Move.

(Weller)
Section one, clear.

(Zapata)
Two, clear.

(Jane)
Three, clear.

I've got him-- he's headed out
in one of the rental vans.

He must already
have the weapons!

(Weller)
Valentine, do not engage!

Team, fall back!

You're not gonna make it.
I've got him.

Gun on the dashboard
and get out, now!

Valentine, wait for us!

You want to point that
somewhere else, Val?

I trusted you.

Believed you.

Just let me explain.

You're under arrest, Rob.

(gunshots)

Valentine's down!

Get an ambulance!

Anyone got eyes on Kingston?

(Zapata)
Negative, negative.

(Reade)
Negative, he's in the wind.

So are the missiles.

**

(clicking)

Sir, we have orders
not to let you leave.

Oh, yeah?

And how were you
planning to do that?

Maybe we should all talk
this over with Shepherd.

Move.

I'm afraid
we can't do that.

(grunting)

Uhh!

(grunting)

Roman! Stop it!

Roman!

I won't lose her again.

Your sister can
take care of herself.

Go clean yourself up.

(Naz)
That is not
what I'm saying.

I don't have time to argue
with you right now, okay?

How's Valentine?

Doctors are doing
what they can, but...

It doesn't look good.

Look, we can't worry
about that right now.

Kingston's about to sell
the Juarez Cartel

enough firepower
to start a war.

We need to find him
and fast.

Can't you just
use your magic phone?

Excuse me?

Oh, does it stop working
if they ditch their plates?

Patterson...
stop it.

Look, if you have something
to say to me, then say it.

I don't want you
in the field with us.

She is a distraction
and a liability.

I'm the distraction that
saved Reade's life this morning,

'cause if I hadn't been there,

he'd have a bullet
in his back right now.

And if you'd never
been here in the first place,

Mayfair would still
be alive right now.

All right, enough!

I'm sick of all of this.

Until we stop Sandstorm,
Jane is part of this team.

And, Patterson, stop
treating Naz and the NSA

like a threat
and start working with them.

We are all here
for the same thing.

It's not about
keeping score.

And, Naz, this
is a joint task force.

I get it...
but if you and I

keep trying to run the ball
in opposite directions,

this mission will implode
before it starts.

So let's all take a breath...
and try and figure out a way

that we can work together
to get these missiles back

before the cartel hits whatever
they're trying to hit today.

Patterson is right.

The NSA can access all
the traffic cams at once,

but our software
is looking for plates,

so if Kingston
has swapped his out,

then he's as good
as invisible.

No...
No, he isn't.

See, the ads on Kingston's
rental van are distinct.

I can modify some code
for the NSA software

that searches based on shape
and color scheme,

but I'll need a second.

I'll loop in my guys.

Get you support
from outside.

There you go.

Let's all give Patterson
some space so she can work.

Feel like I just got yelled at
at the principal's office.

He's right, we should be
focused on the mission.

You're one to talk.

You've been distracted
all day.

What's up?

(sighs)

Saw an old friend
this morning.

We went to football camp
together as kids.

Coach Jones ran it.

Oh.

Freddy's
one of his victims.

Guy's hanging on
by a thread.

I push him
to open old wounds,

promise him Jones will pay,

and now the D.A.'s telling me
there's no case.

Sorry.

Jones failed him,
the system failed him,

and now I failed him.

What the hell
do I tell this guy?

The truth.

What else is there?

(door slides open)

(Jane)
Hey, can I...

What are you
doing in here?

(Naz)
Just going through
case notes.

In the dark?

I'm an auditory learner.

What's up?

I don't think
I can do this.

Working inside Sandstorm,
being on this team again--

All due respect, Jane...

what do you consider
your alternative?

Is that a threat?

Look...

You don't keep up your end,
our deal goes away.

No protection
from Sandstorm.

No protection from the CIA.

Tom Carter.

What about him?

In all our NSA's
data-scraping,

we found
one reference to ORION.

It was in a deleted e-mail

we recovered
from the CIA's servers.

Carter sent it.

Tell me...
what's ORION?

(grunting)

Based on his career M.O.

and whereabouts
during ORION's existence,

it's very likely
that he ran it,

which would explain
his interest in you.

And that's why
he wanted me dead.

It's a pretty big piece
of the puzzle,

wouldn't you say?

Don't you want to stick around,
fill in the rest?

Jane, I know that this
isn't easy for you,

but you have
everything to gain

by seeing this through.

And everything to lose
if I don't.

Well, believe it or not,
I am on your side.

You don't have to like me,
but... you can trust me.

I promise.

(door slides open)

(Jane)
Nothing I can think of.

(Borden)
Well, if you
won't tell me,

maybe you can confide
in one of your teammates.

Weller, perhaps?

Yeah, I don't see that
happening right now.

Well, he's
going through a lot.

You mean his dad?
Yes.

I'm sorry.
I didn't meant to hurt them.

Yes, you did.

And I'm sorry
I disobeyed you.

You need to keep your elbows
in and your shoulders down.

You're wasting energy,

and you're
telegraphing every hit.

She's gonna be fine.

What if she isn't?

It should be me
out there.

If I die,
what does it matter?

If something happens...

You're so sweet, Roman.

But you can never do
what she does.

Then activate
our source in the FBI.

No. I won't risk burning
our most valuable asset

just to quell
your anxiety.

(knocking on door)

We have a problem.

Cade's been sighted.

Do you have a second?

Not really.

You think I want to be here
any more than you want it?

It's hard
for me, too.

Look, we--

We can't change what happened
between us, on either side.

I wish we could,
but we can't.

So we need
to move forward.

What do you think I'm trying
to do in there, Jane?

It's gonna take time.

It's not gonna
happen overnight.

Why haven't you told anybody
that you found Taylor's body?

I searched her name,
and nothing new comes up.

(sighs)

I exhumed her body
in secret and buried her.

(rueful chuckle)
Somewhere peaceful.

My team knows.

Sarah knows.

Taylor's family
is gone now.

And so is her killer.

So I don't see what good
the truth will do anyone else.

So let the horror of what
my father did die with him.

I miss her.

You didn't know her,
Jane.

No, I mean, I...

I miss being her.

And maybe that's a horrible
thing to say to you,

but we're
trying to be honest

with each other now,
right?

Well, that's the truth.

I miss being
Taylor Shaw.

And I understand you

not wanting to be
in the same room with me

because if I were you,
I would hate me, too.

I don't ha...

(taps desk)

I don't hate you,
Jane.

I just don't know
who you are anymore.

Yeah, well, that
makes two of us.

Hey... sorry.
Sorry. Uh...

The NSA just ran my algorithm,
and it found Kingston's van.

Where?
Hunter's Point in Brooklyn.

It's a pretty exposed place

to do a weapons deal
with the drug cartel.

Yeah, my thoughts exactly.

(Jane)
What if that's not
where they're just

buying the missiles?

What if that's where
they're planning to use them?

What's in range
from there?

The Mexican consulate,
the U.N.

The whole East Side
of Manhattan.

(siren)

We need to consider
evacuating.

(Patterson)
Evacuating what?

The entire East Side
of Manhattan?

Yeah, what are we
supposed to tell 'em?
Go to the West Side?

She's right, there's too many
targets, not enough time.

It's up to us.
(whooshing)

What is that?
What am I hearing?

Airplane headed
to LaGuardia.

What if the cartel's
target's not a building?

Hunter's Point is directly
under flight paths

from LaGuardia and JFK.

Could a stinger missile
take out a plane?

Within line-of-sight?
Definitely.

Patterson, find out
if anyone important

is flying in and out
of New York right now.

On it.
I'll contact the FAA.

Get them to start grounding
and rerouting flights

until we can
neutralize the threat.

(Reade)
What's that up ahead?

This is the FBI!

Stay where you are
and put down your weapons!

(tires screeching)

(automatic gunfire)

Uhh!

(Weller)
They're getting away
with the missiles!

Reade! Tasha!
We'll cover you!

Get 'em!
On it!

(gunfire continues)

Uhh!
(clang)

Argh!

All right...

Those must be
the missile remotes!

Let's go!

(gunfire)

Guys, there's a flight
about to land at LaGuardia

from Mexico City.

There's 14 politicians

and law enforcement officials
on board.

It's already overhead.

It's too late
to reroute it.

Good to know!

(Weller)
He's got the remote!

Agh!

(shouting)

Agh! Uhh!

(Jane)
He's locking on to the plane
with the remote!

(gunshot)

(gunfire)

(Zapata)
Oh, my God.

Jane!
Grab the remote!

(man grunting)

Put it in the water!

Drop it.

(missile whistling)

(panting)

Nice work.

(distant sirens and horns)

Holy hell.

(sighs)
We actually did it.

We always do.

I mean, you know, so far.

Nice work out there.

See what happens when
you stay out of my way?

How's Valentine?

She's in post-op.

She's gonna live,
but she won't walk.

You did not make
the wrong call.

You told her not to engage,
she disobeyed.

She's trained DEA, Weller.

She knew the risks,
that's...

That's not on you.

Thank you.

Good work today.

Everyone.

(Naz)
Look, Valentine said
she confided in a friend

at the Department of Justice,
Keith Manning.

We've been able to trace
backwards and determine

Manning was the one
who fed Sandstorm

the gun-waltzing intel.

And based on his placement
in the DOJ,

it looks like
he was responsible

for at least one other tattoo--
the body cam case.

(Naz)
Look, I know we've
had our clashes,

but I wanted you all
to see this.

So not only
did we stop a missile

from blowing up
a plane over Manhattan,

we turned over a card in
Sandstorm's organization.

Mm-hmm, the intel
on Jane's body

seems to have come
from a number of sources

from within the public
and private sector.

We've ID'd
a few of them already.

So, we keep
following these tattoos

until we track down
the rest of the sources.

Then we'll swoop in.

Hopefully take down all of
Sandstorm's people in one hit.

That's a bit of an
oversimplification,

but, yes,
we are making progress.

See you guys tomorrow.

You still wondering
who the good guys are?

Look, it's true.

Sandstorm helped us prevent
a major disaster today.

But every action
that we take here

creates massive ripples
across the globe.

Airline stocks plummeted.

The gun-waltzing scandal
put a chill

on U.S.-Mexican relations.

The Juarez cartel
has been weakened,

which strengthens
its competitors.

We have no idea why Sandstorm
wanted us to do this today.

So we can't see
the complete picture yet.

Because your family
doesn't want us to.

Ask yourself why that is.

You gonna talk to Freddy?

Can't we just stop another
missile attack or something?

You did your best.
He'll know that.

Thanks, Zapata.

(Jane grunts)

Antibiotic ointment
with a painkiller.

No such thing
as a minor gunshot wound.

They all hurt like hell.

Thank you.

(sighs)

Sorry I shot you.

I did ask for it.

Yeah.

You kind of did.

(bandage crinkling)

(clatter)

Wow.
(clears throat)

This is a nice surprise.

Yeah... I was just uh,
ahem, in the neighborhood

and thought I'd stop by,
see how you're doing.

Now I see.

Can I buy you
a drink?

Think I'll pass.

What are you doing here?

Is it about--
I'm pregnant.

I'm sorry I didn't
tell you sooner, I just...

I don't know,
you had so much going on

with Mayfair... your dad.

Three months?

Well, the truth is,

I'm not great
at this stuff, okay?

And I was scared.

This is gonna be your kid,
too... all right?

I'm not looking
for an answer any time soon,

and I'm truly not suggesting
that we get back together,

'cause I don't think
we should, but...

if you want to be
a part of this kid's life,

I will make sure that there
is space for that to happen.

You know what my mom
used to say to me...

when I was young?

Before she took off.

"You're just like
your father."

You're gonna be
a great mom.

Thanks.

Good night, Kurt.

(mutters)
Good night.

(door opens and closes)

(sighs)

Freddy!

There you are, man.

Guys thought you left
already.

Punched out a little early.

You spoke to the D.A.

Guess I'm not such
a star witness after all.

Man, this is not how
I wanted you to find out.

You know, for a second there,
I actually thought

something good
was gonna come out of this.

Nothing ever changes.

Freddy...
in cases this old,

credible testimony is
the biggest weapon we have.

We just couldn't
find enough victims

to come forward,
and the ones who did--

Weren't credible.

No, that's not
what I was gonna say.

It's cool, man, I get it.

That's the great thing
about messing with kids.

Your victims
cover your tracks for you.

Freddy, man...

What about you?

What about me?

Mr. FBI man isn't
a credible enough witness?

What are you
talking about?

Why aren't you
testifying?

Testifying about what?
I never saw anything.

Saw anything?
You were there.

Where?

What the hell are you
talking about?

You don't remember.

Remember what,
Freddy?

That's why you so together,
why you not still

down in the basement
with the rest of us,

watching our game tapes
with him.

You actually don't remember,
do you, Edgar?

(Jane, echoing)
You're my starting point.

(grunts)

**

(man)
Greg, move your head.