All language subtitles for Blindspot.S02E05.Condone.Untidiest.Thefts

**

(muffled gunshot)

I could've helped you
with that.

It's a little uneven
in the back.

Oh.
Here.

(scissors snip)
Thanks.

I just, uh...

I wanted a change, you know,
something I chose.

I understand.

(whispering)
It looks good.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I just, uh...

I just-- I think
I just remembered, um...

There was a woman...
a doctor.

What kind of doctor?

She was--
she was treating me.

But it wasn't in a hospital,
I was in a house.

It must've been after
I survived the attack.

(explosions)

The Orion attack?

Did I ever mention
a doctor to you?

Oh...

She found you
wandering

outside the town
she was stationed in.

Near death.

You wouldn't have lived
another day

without her help.

Where is she now?

You told us
she was killed

shortly after
you were rescued.

An enemy attack
on the town?

How did I survive?

She had you out walking
every day

as part
of your rehabilitation.

You were up in the mountains
when the strike came.

How did I get back here?

You had to hide
on your own for weeks.

Eventually, you managed
to stow away on a cargo ship.

I just... I don't
remember any of that.

What matters
is you're home now.

With your family.

Focus on the future.

That's the only thing
you can control.

I still
don't get it.

Why were they watching me?

What do I have
that Sandstorm wants?

I don't know, but my source
at Sandstorm told me

to follow the cogs,
that that would lead

to the answer
behind everything.

So I'm a small part
of Shepherd's big machine.

Look, until
we figure out

how and where you fit in,
we keep digging, okay?

Speaking of digging...
what's that?

It's a phone
that my source

managed to get
to our dead drop.

We don't know
what's on it yet.

Can't seem to crack
the encryption.

All right,
so why don't you put

one of your fancy
NSA supercomputers on it?

They are, but it's
a type of encryption

we've never
dealt with before.

We could break it later today
or 200 years from now.

You know, I've--

I've noticed that you're barely
in these yearbooks.

I hated military school.

After Tara
disappeared...

I was pretty sure my father
was responsible, so...

made it kind of hard
for both of us

to be in
the same house.

Yeah, that must've
been awful.

So worried about my sister,
I broke out all the time.

Snuck home,
just to check on her,

make sure she was okay.

Surprised they didn't
expel me.

Oh, quite the opposite,
it seems.

Looks like you won
some scholarships

in your last
few years there.

Part of the lottery of being
an underprivileged kid.

Outstanding marksman,
huh?

I was that, for sure.
See?

I was voted
class clown.

Really?
Of course not.

Yeah.
(door opening)

Uh, sorry to interrupt--

That's all right.
What do you got?

I think I figured out
how to decode

the black hole photo.

From Mayfair's
USB drive?

How?

Patterson's been stumped
on that for months.

Shadowcat.

I've got a job for you,
off the books.

What do you say,
Shadowcat?

No! We are not sharing
top-secret intel

with a dark web hacker.

You already did.
I just showed him the photo.

I didn't let him decipher it,
but I think he knows how.

Laminar flow.

Actually, that...
might actually work.

Do you two wanna explain
what laminar flow is?

Basically, when you pour
your milk into your coffee,

it creates millions
of spiraling streams,

but if you could rewind,
unswirl the milk,

you could see what
the milk looked like

before it hit
the coffee.

And we can do that?

Yeah, with enough computing
power, we can do anything.

Okay, look, I'm gonna
get my team on it

and loop Patterson in.

Nice work.

Thank you.

But if you ever show
secret information

to a convict again,
without clearance...

I'll have your badge.

(cell phone buzzing)

Damn, I'd better go.

Uh, is everything okay?

Oh, yeah, just a...

doctor's appointment.
It's nothing.

Excuse me, sir.

You can't sleep here.

You need to move
your car.

Sorry about that.

(engine starts)

It's lucky you had
this extra toothbrush.

The dentist always
gives me an extra one.

Yeah, to use.

I like this one.

Hey, you, uh...

you wanna ride in
together?

To work?

Like, at the same
time?

Yeah, in the together
sense of together.

I mean, if you're
uncomfortable with it...

No, no, I'm--
I'm not uncomfortable.

It's the opposite,

I'm totally
comfortable with it.

I just feel--
Great.

(chuckling)

Yeah, it's great.

(faucet running)

It's great.
Great. Yeah.

(chuckling)
I'm fine, Kurt.

I can get off
the table on my own.

Fine.

Talk to your boss
yet?

About what?

Taking a step back.

Not being out
in the field so much.

Why would I do that?

You heard what the doctor
said, didn't you?

No bungee-jumping.

U.S. Marshals
don't bungee-jump, Kurt.

True, but it's still
a very physical

and dangerous job.

Yeah, and she said
physical activity

is good
for a growing fetus.

Allie, come on.

You're about
to be a mother.

We've gotta start thinking
about the bigger picture.

I am not having
this conversation.

I am not taking
a desk job.

Kurt, I love
how worried you are.

Sort of.
But it's gonna be fine.

The baby's healthy.

And hungry.
Hmm.

So, why don't you just
buy us some breakfast?

Come on.

Weller.

What, no suit?
You okay?

Yeah, Borden cleared me
to work,

but I think I'm gonna
take a personal day.

All right.

Whatever you need.
All right.

Just for today,
I'll be back tomorrow.

Okay.

(door closing)

All right, so what...

Nice haircut.
Thanks.

What do you got?

We waiting
for Reade?

No, he's taking
the day off.

(Patterson)
Uh, this is one of the first
tattoos that I cracked.

So, the numbers around
the compass correspond

to the server address
for Snapitz.

(Zapata)
As in the app
that posts photos

and then deletes them
after ten seconds?

Yeah, exactly,
and the rest of the numbers

match up to five
Snapitz accounts

that link up
to known associates

to the most powerful
crime family

in the tri-state area.
The O'Malleys.

So, the Irish mob are using
Snapitz to communicate?

Well, it sure looks
that way.

And I got
an alert last night

that all of these accounts
went active again.

A slew of photos
were posted.

Chess games?

Is it some kind of code?

It took my team all night
to crack it.

But, using
endgame tablebases

of chess probabilities for
the fewest moves to checkmate,

we realized that the numbers
correspond to letters.

So, one move here to mate
equals "A,"

which is the first letter
of the alphabet.

Two moves here equals "B,"
you get it.

The message translates to
"Adams Park, Wednesday, Noon."

There's a political rally for
immigration reform there today.

Yeah, I heard
about it on the news.

Lots of politicians and VIPs
in attendance.

That could be the target
for a potential attack.

It's almost noon,
no time to call it off.

Patterson, send in some backup.
Let's move.

I'll stay.
Keep us informed.

(cheering and applause)

(tires screeching)

(cheering continues)

Let's split up.

Look for anything or anyone
that's out of place.

Tasha, right.

Jane, left.
Left side.

Okay, take two right.
Two left.

(man)
...this very important issue--

immigration reform.

We all know
how important it is

to this country
and to all of us

and around the world.

We need to keep
our borders open,

and all of you fighting
in your own communities

on this very important issue.
We thank you so much.

Please welcome
the distinguished

state senator
Quinn Donahue.

(cheering and applause)

(Donahue)
As many of you know,

immigration reform is something
I hold very near to my--

(gunshot)

(crowd screaming)

(Weller)
Get down!

(gunfire continues)

(Weller)
Where's the shooter?
Anyone got eyes on him?

I can't see him!

(crowd screaming)

**

(crowd screaming)

(Weller)
Where's the shooter?!

Wait, I think I got him!

Blue plaid shirt,
media box,

carrying a bag,
heading north through the crowd.

I don't have a shot,
anyone near the stage?

Negative, I'm at
the south end of the park.

Got him!

Got him!

Move! Move!

On him!

(Weller)
FBI!

(gunshots)

(Weller)
Let her go!

(gunshots)

(distant screaming)

Allie, what's wrong?

Nothing, Tasha
called me in on your case.

We ID'd the shooter.

Michael Herskope,
a known associate

of the O'Malley
crime family.

Old friend of yours?

Allie grew up with a bunch
of these guys and still knows

some of the family--
I thought she could help.

Al, what can you tell us?

Well, as most people know,
the shooter's target,

Senator Quinn Donahue,

is first cousins
with Patrick O'Malley.

O'Malley's the head
of the Irish mob.

(Allie)
Now, the senator
built his career

with his tough-on-crime
stance as a D.A.

He put away a lot
of his own relatives

using intel he got
growing up in the family.

But if this is a hit
by the O'Malleys,

why wait until now?

Patrick's little brother
just died in prison.

They blame their cousin,
Senator Donahue.

So, this is payback.
It's very possible.

Donahue's been bad
for business for years.

Killing a senator
is a bold move.

O'Malley's little brother
just died,

so I'd say he's not
thinking clearly.

Hey, just got ballistics.

The serial number
on the gun

the shooter hid inside
the camera matches one

registered
to Patrick O'Malley.

What?
That makes no sense.

Why would Patrick
have someone use

his own gun
to take Donahue out?

Don't know-- I'll ask him
when we have him brought in.

Hey, Kurt.
Let me help.

I can talk to him.

We got this.

Look, I know him.
It just--

I appreciate your help,
but this is an FBI case.

(bell jingles)

Jones.

Did he ever give you
a lift home?

Edgar.

Was I one of 'em?

Edgar, what are you...

Was I one of 'em?
You're not making any sense--

Was I one of the kids
you abused?

(hoarsely)
Oh, no.

What are they filling your
head with, Edgar, come on--

Look, I know what you did
to those other kids.

I know it never ended.

So, just tell me,
was I one of 'em?

(bell jingles)

(clerk)
Sir, let him go.
He's good.

Let him go, I've already
called the cops.

You're not gonna
get away with this,
you hear me?

You'll get yours,
I promise you.

I'm Agent Weller.
This is our consult--

Save your breath.

I'll only talk
to one cop--

Allie Knight.

So... let me
get this straight.

You had Patrick arrested,

you brought him in
for interrogation,

but so far
you've got nothing

'cause he'll only
talk to me?

Why was he asking
for you by name?

When was the last time
you saw him?

I don't know, less than
a year ago at a barbecue.

What?

His sister Stephanie
and I have been best friends

since we were kids.

You are a U.S. Marshal.

Yeah, and she's a teacher.

Just because her family's
a bunch of criminals

doesn't mean she is.

All right.

Let's go and see what your
friend's got to say, shall we?

Hey-- hey, look.

I know this will probably
be hard for you,

but why don't you just let me
take the lead on this one?

Fine.

Sorry to interrupt.

That's okay, just trying
to unspool space-time.

You--
It's-- never mind.

What do you need?

Oh, I, uh...

I remembered something
from my past this morning.

That belonged to a doctor

who saved my life
after the Orion attack.

I can't explain it,
but she feels important,

and I need to find out
who she was.

Is there a way
to track this ring?

Yeah, yeah.
I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Hey, Patrick.

You look like crap.

Yeah, cancer'll
do that to you.

Last round of chemo
kicked my ass.

I'm so sorry.
I had no idea.

Doc says I got
six months.

But let's talk about
somethin' good.

Stephie tells me
you're dating Conor again.

I always liked him.

He's a good
neighborhood boy.

Yeah, it's early,
but it's going good.

We'll see.
Your cousin,
Senator Donahue...

He was shot today,
along with two civilians.

Busy day
for law enforcement.

Donahue put away
your brother.

He put away
a lot of people.

The gunman,
Michael Herskope,

is a known associate
of yours.

I have a lot of friends.
Is that all you got?

No... he also
used your gun.

Registered to you.

Who is the rookie?

The rookie is
the Assistant Director

of the New York Office
of the FBI.

You practice saying that
in front of the mirror?

(Allie)
Patrick, this is Kurt.

My Kurt.

Ohh...

I knew there was a reason
I didn't like him.

This might be my favorite
interrogation ever.

The only problem with
Boy Scout's theory here is,

when I got cancer, I got out
of the family business too.

Just 'cause I was born
an O'Malley

doesn't mean I have to
die an O'Malley, right?

You think someone like that
could have a change of heart?

They're a family
of killers.

I'm surprised more of them
don't want out.

You get raised by wolves...

you tend to become a wolf.

(Nas)
No, there's--
there's always a choice.

So, you're telling me you had
nothing to do with this?

Come on, Allie.

You think that
I'd be dumb enough

to use my own gun
to kill Donahue?

I wanted the son of a bitch
dead for a long time, but...

family is family.

So, who was behind
the assassination attempt?

Well, think about it.

Who's the new hero
of New York City?

(echoing screams)

Donahue?

(Weller)
Doesn't make any sense.

No, he's running
for governor.

It's twisted, but--

It makes a hell
of a front page.

You catch up
to the bus yet?

Being ambitious
is one thing.

Making yourself
a literal target,

a whole nother thing.

You don't know Donahue.

What if the shooter
missed?

Michael is a former
Marine sharpshooter.

He could hit a fly
on a donkey's ass

from a mile out.

That makes sense now why
none of the shots were lethal.

He wasn't going
for the kill.

Okay, fine.
Say it's true.

How does the senator
get the mob,

his sworn enemy,
to carry out a fake hit?

Quinn Donahue
is the mob.

He is in charge.
Always has been.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I was the face...

but I was always
his loyal number two.

Ever since our days
back in the sandbox.

So, you're telling me
that state senator Quinn Donahue

is head of the Irish mob?

Just wait till
he's governor.

Allie-- Allie!
He's lying.

Why don't you let me
talk to him alone?

No.

This whole alpha male pissing
contest isn't helping, Kurt.

Absolutely not.

He's not gonna open up
with you there.

What are you talking about?
He just did.

(Nas)
This is huge.

I mean, if he's telling
the truth,

we could wipe out the entire
O'Malley crime syndicate

and a corrupt senator
in one fell swoop.

The guy's got
six months to live.

Not sure we have
that much leverage.

We have more
than we think.

(Nas)
Hmm?

(door opening)

You're back.

I'm Jane.

Hello, Jane.

I've been listening,

and I understand, um,

you want to be loyal
to your family.

I struggle with that myself.

But your family tried
to frame you for murder.

They know you're sick,
they know how long you have,

and they know
you won't make bail.

But they're prepared
for you to spend the rest

of whatever life
you have left in a cell,

away from your wife
and daughter.

Loyalty is a noble value,

but you can't let it blind you,
and when it counted,

those people
weren't there for you.

They used you.

(Patrick)
Think I wanna spend
my last days

in court, testifying
against my family?

You walked away from them
for a reason.

You said you didn't want
to die an O'Malley.

You let them
get away with this,

that's going to be
your legacy.

And your daughter will
never know you took a stand.

(door opening)

I have tapes.

What tapes?

Hard evidence.

Everything you need
to take down Donahue.

And you'll
hand them over?

I want a plea deal.

And I want lifetime
witness protection

for my wife and daughter.

(phone ringing)

(beeps)

Zapata.

Hey, it's Josh.

We got a complaint filed
against your partner.

Guess he was harassing
some guy named Mike Jones

in Brooklyn Heights
this morning.

Fled the scene
before officers arrived.

Thought you might
want to know.

Yeah, I'll--
I'll get into it, thanks.

You got it.

(beep)

(Reade on voicemail)
Hey, it's Edgar.
Leave a message.

It's me. Where are you?
Call me when you get this.

Conor?

"I'm so perfect" from
high school Conor?

I told you he never
got over you.

Well, we'll see
if he sticks around

once I get fat
and bloated.

Look, Allie...

I'm not gonna lie,
all right?

This is... weird.

Really weird.

But... if you're happy,
I'm happy.

Well, that's some exciting
new territory for us.

(Allie)
Patrick says
the Donahue tapes are stored

in his lawyer's office
in Midtown.

If they exist.

But there's a catch.
Which is?

They're in a safe
that only opens

with a retinal
and fingerprint scan.

So, it's a field trip.
Come on.

I, uh, I got a personal thing
I need to take care of.

What is this,
National Personal Day?

Fine, go.

Patrick has
enough babysitters.

**

I'll speak to security.

Can we drop
the formalities?

No.

You're under arrest.
Remember that one?

He's a sick, dying man.
He's not going anywhere.

Those cuffs
are staying on him.

That's protocol.
I don't trust him.

Guards are letting us up
to the 57th floor.

Let's go.

(bell chimes)

Patrick.
I got your message.

It's okay, Mel.

Melissa Coto, Mr. O'Malley's
attorney, why--

Kurt Weller,
Assistant Director of the FBI.

We're here to pick up
some evidence

from O'Malley's safe.

(Coto)
Do you have a warrant?

Melly...
it's okay, let 'em in.

Weller, the lobby.

What?

(Nas)
It's an ambush!

They're here for Patrick.

We're under attack.

**

**

(Weller)
Patterson, multiple gunmen have
just walked into this building.

Send us some backup, now.

On it, but there's
a U.N. summit going on,

so response
may be delayed.

These your guys?
I told you,

I don't have guys anymore.

Must have been someone from
your office tipped Donahue off.

Impossible.
He's got people everywhere.

(Jane)
We need a plan.

Jane, I want you to take
Allie and Patrick downstairs,

Find somewhere safe.
Barricade yourselves, okay?

Nas, you and I,
we'll hold this floor.

All right, let's go.
We gotta get the tapes first.

No, it's too dangerous.

If we don't get those tapes,
Donahue's guys will destroy them

and we'll never get
a conviction.

Allie--
We're getting the tapes.

No, Allie-- Allie.

Jane, Jane, hang on.

Don't let them out
of your sight.

You stay on comms,
you keep them safe.

Okay?
Keep them safe.

All right.

All right, people,

gunmen have just walked
into this building.

So, I want you
to find an office,

lock the door,
stay there until it's safe.

Okay? Go.

(beeping)

(whirring)

(beeping)

(buzzing)

No, it didn't read your print.
Try again.

(whirring, buzzing)
That's weird.

If you're stalling--
Let me try to reset it.

What kind of chemo meds
are you on?

Uh, something called
Capecitabine, why?

Oh, damn it.

That's why the fingerprint
sensor isn't working.

One of the side-effects
is a skin condition

that obscures your prints.

I had a fugitive once
using it to evade capture.

Look, if we can't get that open,
we should evacuate.

Patterson, do you read?

Is there any way to bypass
a hand-scanner?

Yeah, tons.

In less than a minute?

Uh, oh, uh,
maybe one?

All right,
find something to knock

the tumbler off with.

(elevator chimes)

(men grunting)

(Weller grunting)

Okay, now take that paperclip
and feel for the gears.

Turn it clockwise
until you hear a click.

(click)
Wait...

I think
that just worked.

Great.
Okay, only two more to go.

The next ones are gonna be
a little bit harder.

Do you have something sharp

like a knife, letter opener,
something?

(Nas)
They bypassed our floor.

How many floors
does this law firm have?

Okay...
(clicking)

I think
that just worked.

Is this all of it,
Patrick?

Yeah.
Great, let's go.

Weller, we got the evidence,
we're coming back to you now.

Donahue's men bypassed
this floor.

There could be
an internal stairwell

they're gonna come down--
(gunfire)

(automatic gunfire)

They cut us off,
we can't get back to you.

Don't! We're pinned down.
Find an exit!

Get out of the building!

Where's the emergency
stairwell?

Uh, it's down there,
to the left.

(distant gunfire)

(grunting)

(automatic gunfire)

Allie, you trust him?

Good, uncuff him.

We're gonna need
all the help we can get.

(handcuffs clicking)

Ready? Move!

(gunfire)

Here.

Don't make me
regret this.

Uhh!

Okay,
stay together.

(automatic gunfire)

No, turn around, go back up.
Hurry. Hurry.

(gunfire)

Aah!

Aah!

Ohh!

(Allie screaming)

You're gonna be okay.
Stay with me, okay?

You're gonna be okay.

We gotta get out
of this stairwell.

You got it.
Give me the keycard.

Melly.
I can't.

You tipped off
Donahue?

You got out.
I work for him now.

Why didn't you just
give him the tapes?

Because I-- I needed you
to get into the safe.

I'm sorry, Patrick.

(Jane)
Hey, give me a hand.

Get up.
(handcuffs clicking)

Wait... what
are you doing?

(Allie grunting)

(beeping)

They're coming.

Okay, go, go.

(electricity crackling)

Okay, that should hold them
for a bit.

Weller, Allie's been shot.

What?!

How badly?
Allie!

I'm gonna be okay,
Kurt.

I'm coming to ya,
Allie.

(gunfire)

(Jane)
You're okay.

We have to get
out of here.

I'm pregnant.
It's Kurt's.

**

(stairs creaking)

**

(knocking)

(static buzzing)

I'm so sorry.
No.

This is all on me.

No, it's not
your fault.

(Weller)
Patterson!

We're in the east corridor.

What's the fastest way
to Allie?

Uh, okay, the floor they're on
is under construction,

so the elevators
won't go there.

The quick way
is down the hall,

make a right,
and through the stairs,

but that's super dangerous.

That's by the stairwell
the gunmen were using.

What's the other way?

The safe way
is a lot longer.

You're gonna
have to double back.

Whatever, I'm going
the quick and dangerous way!

Kurt!
Allie...

we're gonna have to try
to stop the bleeding

until the paramedics
get here, okay?

Here, you too,
I'm gonna need your help.

I'm going for the stairs.

(grunting)
No!

What-- what are you--
Listen!

You're no use to Allie
or your baby if you're dead!

I have an idea.

You're doing so good,
Allie, okay?

Stay with us.
Allie? Allie? Allie?

Hey, how far along
are you, huh?

15 weeks.
Yeah?

Do you know if it's
a boy or a girl yet?

No, Kurt wanted to find out,
but I wanted a surprise.

Hang in there
one second.

Almost there,
Allie.

This is going to hurt
a little bit, okay,

but we have to stop
the bleeding, okay?

Ready?

(Allie screaming)

Unh!

Weller,
concentrate.

I am!

Do you have a light?

What? No!

I got something better.

On three, okay?

(Weller)
One... two... three!

(man screams)

(coughing)

(thud, clatter)

(Jane)
They've gotten
through the doors.

No, they'll kill you.
They'll kill you.

(Jane)
They're gonna kill
all of us.

They'll find us
if we don't move.

We're gonna have to
carry you, okay--

Patrick? Patrick?
Patrick!

He left the evidence.

We have to stop him.

No, look...

he bought us some time
to get out of here.

We gotta take it,
okay?

Allie, this is
our only chance.

We can't leave him,
they'll kill him.

He made this choice
for you.

Start thinking
about your baby.

Okay? You're going to
come with me.

We have to get
to the stairs.

Get up.

(groaning)

(Patrick)
If you want the tapes,
come and get 'em!

Put the case down,
step away.

Hands in the air.

(gunfire, grunting)

Oh, Patrick?

Hang on, Allie.
We have to keep going.

(door crashes open)

Gah!

(Allie groaning)

What took you so long?

We're fine.

I know.

The baby's fine, Kurt.

If something happened
to you...

Something did happen,
but it's gonna be okay.

Anyway, now you get
your way.

This gunshot wound
puts me firmly

on desk duty
for the time being.

(laughing)

Good.

And what about you?

I assume
you'll be taking time

out of the field
now, too, right?

Why would I do that?

You're gonna be
a father soon.

You gotta start thinking
about the bigger picture.

Or does that advice
only work for mothers?

Well-played.

I want our child to see
how much I love what I do.

That I can kick ass
and be an awesome mom.

I want our kid
to be proud,

of both of us.

Jane.

I wanted to thank you...
for what you did today.

For Allie.
For me.

Of course.
Is she okay?

Yeah, they're...
both good.

Good.

And-- and congrats,
that's, heh...

I always thought you'd
make an amazing dad.

Thank you.

Wish I had
that confidence.

How hard can it be,
right?

(sighing)
Yeah.

Anyway, thank you,
Jane.

Good night.

Good night, Kurt.

Hey!
Glad I caught you.

Oh... are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, um...
did you need me?

I found some information
on that ring.

So, turns out it's
a pretty common trinket sold

in markets
all around Kabul.

The one difference
being the markings

on the one you drew
are a slight variation

on the normal
tribal design.

Were you able
to track it?

No, I'm sorry.

I think it might've been
a one-off.

And I just couldn't find

anything that was
an exact match.

I know you were
hoping for more.

Hey, thanks for trying.

Why don't we
pick this up later?

(line ringing)

(man)
You've reached Oliver Kind,
please leave a message.

(beeping)

Uh, hi, it's Jane.
We, um, ahem,

we met at the gala

right before
all hell broke loose.

Um, anyway, I was--

I was just wondering
if you...

wanted to grab a drink
and talk about water,

or other things, or--

I mean, we don't have
to talk about water.

That was, um...

anyway, uh,
call me back.

(beep)

She's remembering
things.

We already knew that.

They seem to be coming
with more frequency now.

She asked about
her rescue in Afghanistan.

What did she say?

Did she remember Chris?
Not yet.

But that doesn't
mean she won't.

She wanted to know
how she got back.

I told her she stowed away
on a ship.

If she finds out that...
we lied to her...

we'll lose her trust,
our whole plan!

What choice
did I have?

Let me bring her
on the mission tomorrow.

No, it's too risky.

She needs to start feeling
invested in what we're doing.

If tomorrow's a success,

everything we need
will be in place.

After that, it won't matter
what she remembers.

Fine.

(door opening)

Made the evening news.

I owe you an apology.
For what?

Being right about your baby
and the mother of your child?

No apology necessary.

I made bad decisions
out there.

You kept me in line.

Well, I-- I hope you'd
do the same for me.

Besides, I, uh, I got
to make Molotov cocktails,

so everybody wins.

Sorry to interrupt,
but this is big.

Not just big, this is--
what's bigger than--

Oh, whoa, okay, okay,
what is it?

I decoded
the black hole image

from Mayfair's
USB drive.

What?

It was a bunch
of email communications,

and, long story short,

I know where
Douglas Winter is.

The one who
exposed the NSA

and forced Carter
to shut down Orion?

Is there another one?

Mayfair knew his location
the whole time?

It was in her files.

So, Mayfair and Winter
were working together?

**

Reade?

Reade?

**

**

(man)
Greg, move your head.