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♪♪

So they remotely hacked
the support systems,

causing a power failure

that disengages
the security system.

Then they come in hot,
grab Rich.com,

and go out even hotter.

All within minutes.

And all with non-lethal
ordinance.

And a machete.
What?

Who are
these people?

(Ivy)
I don't care.

But they knew the location,
layout, and wiring

of a facility that was
supposed to be top secret.

Someone gave them
the blueprints.

And we need
to figure out who.

(distant ambulance siren)

(Patterson)
Which is why I'm not worried

about people finding us,

I'm worried about
AI finding us.

It's our patterns
that give us away.

So... to keep our behavior
as unpatterned as possible,

may I present to you...

(Jane)
A chore wheel?

(laughs)
What? You kidding me?

No. No. It is
a task randomizer

to inject
true unpredictability

into our most
essential routines.

You mean chores.
"Fill gas."

We have a car now?

No. We have a generator.

If we want to run ops,

our computers need to be
100% off the grid.

Also, Archie could use
a little art. Tsk.

Archie?

That's what he keeps
calling the Bunker.

Please make him stop.

Hey, come on, we are
trapped down here

like mole people, okay?

We got stale air,
there's no windows.

A little art would liven
the place up, you know?

A nice landscape here.

Some tasteful nudes here.

Oh, big one right there
would be nice.

Just make this place
feel more like home.

Can we stop
calling this place home?

This place is nobody's home.

And why are we
talking about chores?

Why aren't we talking about
the Helios phone?

That has the details
of Madeline's plans.

That could implicate her.
Clear us.

Kurt, we all
want that phone,

but it's in the worst
possible place.

Forget getting into
the FBI building.

We can't even risk stepping foot
on U.S. soil right now.

Weitz! He can get it.

No.
Why?

There's no way.
That snake sold me out!

Do you not remember
he's the reason

you had to break me
out of a blacksite?

His call about
the drone strike

is also the reason we're
still alive right now.

(Zapata)
Rich isn't wrong.

Just because
Weitz helped us once

doesn't mean we can
trust him to do it again.

This trust debate's moot if
we can't talk to him securely.

Patterson?

I mean, it's not
gonna be easy.

Considering that Madeline
is watching his every move.

Okay, well, then that's
our first priority.

We figure out a way
to talk to Weitz.

We need to look him in the eye
and decide for ourselves

which side he's on.

I'm gonna
go on record and say

I think this is
a huge mistake!

♪♪

Hey.

You made the right call.

What if we can't
talk to him?

Or trust him?

Or if the phone's
already been found?

If this mission fails...

It won't. It can't.

Bethany's birthday's
coming up soon.

How many more
am I gonna miss...

before I become just
a faded memory to her?

She's never
gonna forget you.

That phone is the key
to getting our lives back.

This has to work.

It will... work.

(distant siren)

(Madeline)
Thank you all for coming.

Now if you will please
take up your cell phones

and place them on the table.

Sorry, I got swept up
in a random phone check.

In case you haven't heard,
I'm expected on a flight

to Helsinki for
the World Collaboration Forum.

I'm giving a speech.
It's kind of a big deal.

And, in case
you hadn't heard,

the F.B.I.,
under your leadership,

has become quite leaky.

So henceforth, anyone
wishing to work here

will have to abide
by new transparency rules.

All cell phones will have
tracking software installed.

All employees must submit

to random
and frequent searches.

All passwords to personal email
and social media

must be surrendered.

Director Weitz,
if you will please

hand your phone
to Ms. Sands.

Just so I, um...

You're worried that I,

the Director of the F.B.I.,
am a leak?

Of course not.

I just expect you
to lead by example.

A fun fact:

The speech
I'm expected to give

is about American
law enforcement's role

as champion for freedom
across the globe.

Ironic, isn't it?

Mm.

Weitz is gonna be in Finland

for the World Collaboration
Forum tomorrow.

Great! Okay, so Jane and I,
we can go to that.

We can talk to him
in person.

Look him in the eye.
It's perfect.

This forum,
it's for heads of state,

billionaire philanthropists,
Bono.

A lot of cameras, a lot of
press, and even more security.

We can't just
wait for Weitz

to make a second trip
to our backyard.

(Patterson)
Oh, my God.
What is it?

Sho Ahktar is dead.

Killed right after
he helped us?

I'm gonna say that's
not a coincidence.

Hey, come on, a lot of people
wanted Sho dead

for a lot of reasons.

His hand was cut off.

Oh, yeah, that's
definitely about us.

Madeline is
sending us a message.

She wanted us to know
that she found Sho.

And that we're next.

(Rich)
We're being hunted...

and the hunter
is very, very good.

(whispering)
Hey, pst-pst!

If you're here to warn me
about the phone check,

you're too late.

(whispering)
Come here.

(whispering)
What?

All right...

Wait, you think maintenance
is spying on us now?

I don't know what
my thoughts think.

They're not looking for leaks,
they're looking for us.

And we need help--
we can't be doing

this resistance thing alone.

What about Briana?

She used to worship
Weller's team.

Madeline seems to trust her.

Yeah, that's
a big no for me.

What? Well, I thought
you guys were BFFs.

You killed it at karaoke
at the Christmas party.

Well, there's something off
about her now.

It's like Madeline's
burrowed into her head.

Look, when it comes
to the resistance,

we are on our own.

Actually, for the next
48 hours, you're on your own.

I got a pretty big speech
to give.

Hold down the fort.

(Rich)
Okay, just so we're clear

on what exactly transpired,
Sho was not arrested,

he was not killed
trying to evade capture.

He was assassinated.
In cold blood.

Now, if any of Madeline's
cohorts find us,

there will be no trial,

there will be no
right to remain silent.

There will be no "Law & Order"
khung-khung sound.

We get it.
Any idea how they found him?

No, but considering
how careful Sho is, was,

we have to rethink...
everything.

Yeah, no method of communication
can be used twice,

no unnecessary chatter,
and even things

we thought were safe
aren't safe anymore.

We're in full-on
"burn after reading" territory.

There's zero room for error
in Helsinki.

I'm sorry, we're still
going to Helsinki

into that security nightmare

to talk to a piece
of human garbage

after finding out that Madeline
has magical team-hunting powers?

Yes. We're still going.

Okay.

So, can you get Jane and me
on that guest list?

Tried. It's locked up
pretty tight.

If only one of us
knew someone

who got invited
every year.

No! He always declines.

He still gets invited.

Who are you talking about?

A civilian who should not
be involved in this.

A civilian named...

♪♪

Ha! You call that
a thrust maneuver?

I could beat you
with an N1-L3! Heh.

The N1-L3 was
the Soviet-era rocket

that was gonna compete
with the Saturn V,

take Soviet cosmonauts
to the moon.

Korolev died,
the whole program fell apart.

(beep)
Hey, where'd you go?

All right, now, the chat can't
go any longer than 30 seconds

or else the game servers
will log the call.

And we do not
want that.

Ready?

Go.

(beep)

Dad, it's me.

Kiddo?
Please listen carefully.

When I was five, you told me
to say the word "exosphere"

if I was ever in trouble,
so I'm saying it now: exosphere.

This is a one-time
communication,

and we only have 30 seconds,
and I really need your help.

Uh, sure, anything you want.

I hid instructions in a loot box
orbiting Proxima B,

and only your plasma cannon
can blast it open.

Proxima B.

I'm headed there right now.

Where are you?
Are you okay?

I'm-- I'm doing okay,
but I'm gonna be even better

if you get to that loot box.

Are you healthy?
Are you hurt?

Are you flossing?

I'm sorry, Dad,
I have to go.

I miss you! I love--

(beeping)

(crying)
I love you, too, Dad.

(Patterson sniffling)

Are you okay?

No.

(inhales shakily)

(long sigh)

(sniffles)

Here we go.

(Weller)
What are these?

Cell phones
are too trackable,

and standard comms
are too interceptable.

Yeah, so Rich and I cooked up
these "black ops comms."

Analog-digital hybrid,
transmutable frequencies,

multi-spectrum encoding.

So you guys can keep
in touch with each other

and with us back here.

Oh, and also, if they
fall into the wrong hands,

they can't be traced back

to our little
Ninja Turtle lair here.

You don't want it?

We're not gonna
get many chances

to see our loved ones
right now.

I'm not going to Helsinki.

You are.

♪♪

Thank you,
and I look forward

to your prompt review
of this matter, Mr. President.

Signed, Madeline Burke,

Director of
Federal Law Enforcement,

dictated, not read.

(keyboard clacking)

Briana...

I understand that you
applied for field work.

(chuckling)
Only to be rejected.

Yeah, um...
that was a while ago.

I've made peace with it.

What if I told you
I could reverse that decision.

You could do that?

Depends.

I have my own bit
of field work here.

Consider it a test
to see if you're ready.

It's a list of personnel
who may be helping

the rogue F.B.I. agents.

Watch them and report back
anything suspicious.

You want me to spy
on my friends and coworkers?

Let's face it, Briana, you...

you don't have
many friends here.

Please don't make me do this.

Please don't make me
bring your parents into this.

(chuckling)
What? You thought that deal

was just between
you and Dominic?

I wonder where
your parents are now.

Are they in their house
on Long Island?

Are they with your sister
and her kids upstate?

Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk.

♪♪

Start with Afreen, I want to
know everything she's up to.

(crowd chattering)

♪♪

Dr. Nye.

My very, very dear coworker

at the Planetary Society,
whom I see every day.

Dr. Parkin. So glad
you made it here safely.

(clears throat)

And, uh, it's good
to see you as well,

Dr. Roher.

Likewise, Bill. Likewise.

Just relax.

It's a very easy mission.

We just need to get into
the same room as Weitz.

I already
hacked into security

and changed your RSVP.

And once they scan
our fake IDs,

Rich has a system
put into place

that'll intercept
the verification attempt

and return a positive result.

Breathe...
all you have to do

is walk into a building, Dad.

Shall we?

(Jane)
We got comms yet?

Not until they
get through security.

(Rich)
Man, Kurt really
looks good in a hat.

(power draining)

(Zapata)
What just happened?

Rich, if your system's down

when they swipe their IDs...

They'll see that
Patterson and Weller

aren't who they say they are.

Oh! I'm on it!
I'm on it!

Uh, you know,
it could be a short.

Oh, it could be
a faulty cable.

Did you refuel the generator
like you were supposed to?

(mutters)

Chore Wheel!

Does Rich seem a little
off to you today?

He's certainly not himself,
that's for sure.

(crowd chattering)

(scanner warbling)

(clattering)

(clanking)

(splashing)

(beep beep)

(scanner warbling)

(beeping)

(motor choking and clanking)

(motor choking)

Come on, come on.

(motor purring)

(laughing)

Oh, God, come on.

Come on.

(beeping)

Whew.

We got 'em.

(Patterson)
All right. See?

Hardest part is done.
No one broke a sweat.

(clears throat)

So... what happened
to your hand?

Oh, your mother
wanted me to...

(scoffs)
It's a long story.

What's the other thing
you wanted me to do here?

(Patterson)
Um...

Okay, uh... ahem!

We need you
to tell Weitz...

to go to the east wing
dressing room.

Okay.
That's it.

Just say that...
and go.

Oh, like that
won't be weird.

Yeah, and...

if you have
any problems...

just let us know.

(click)

(chuckles)

I, uh, I have
something for you, too.

It's a voice recording.

Things I wanted to say...

in case we didn't
see each other for a while.

What, is that too sappy?

No.

Great minds, Dad.

Thanks, kiddo.

East wing
dressing room.

I'm here to tell you
that America's still

a shining beacon
on a shining hill,

and a guiding force
of truth and justice and...

Buh-- Bill Nye!

Hello. What-- What--

Go to the east wing
dressing room.

What?

Go to the east wing
dressing room.

I'm gonna take
a rain check, buddy.

I'm flattered, though.

There's some friends
that want to speak with you.

They're here?

Oh, boy, um...
Okay, if we're talking about

who I think
we're talking about,

then you need to get
out of here before

my security detail sees me.
(man) Hey!

Is there
a problem here?

No, no, I was just leaving.

Pat him down.

Hey, man, it's--
it's Bill Nye.

What were you two
talking about?

Science.

You know
who that is?

What's this?

It's an external pacemaker.
He's got a bad heart.

Very, uh,
very arrhythmic.

Yeah.

You expect me to believe
this is a, uh, hearing aid?

(loudly)
What?

(chuckling)

Lock him down till we
know why he's really here.

What he said to Weitz
and who might be with him.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

They got my dad.

Hey, hey, hey,
take it easy.

You want-- you want
to know what that is,

what that really is?

That's a recording device,

and that's
an audio monitor.

And take a look
at this tie.

Yeah, this bowtie
has a hidden camera in it.

You gave him
a hidden camera?

No!
What the hell
is he doing?

And I'm recording

this whole sham
of a forum!

You... politicians
and philanthropists

and so-called self-described
"thought leaders"

fly here in your swamp creature-
powered private jets,

but you're ignoring the world's
most important problem.

Climate change!

The world's on freakin' fire,

and you're all here
comparing the...

sizes of your endowments!

Yeah, so you're gonna
arrest a scientist.

Wait'll you see that
in the headlines.

Okay, everyone, let's
give Dr. Nye some space.

My forum, my decision

what happens to our
very special guest.

Please...
come to my office.

Let's talk about how
we can better address

certain, uh, issues.

Uh, thank you.

Yeah, if you want
to affect change,

you gotta do more than
talk about it, people!

No more private planes.

Good job, Dad.

(knock on door)

(whispering)
Come here!

Okay, okay.

Right there.
Ooh!

Don't move,
don't move.

Good to see you,
too, Kurt.

Okay, no bugs.

How did you get
a speech here anyway?

I'm very respected
in my field!

The question is, what
are you two doing here?

You know how dangerous it is
for you to be in this building

protected by nothing
but a wig and...

whatever's going on
with this situation?

It's worth it to see
if you can be trusted.

Why, you don't know
if you can trust me

after all the things
I've done for you?

(scoffs)

(Zapata)
Weller, Patterson.

No unusual security activity.

It looks like Weitz kept
this meeting to himself.

(Jane)
That's a good sign.

But we need more.

Dig deeper.

That blackbird tattoo
in Times Square.

That was you?

No, I wish.

That was some
next-level resisting.

I'm more of a, uh,
"change hearts and minds

from the inside"
type of guy.

Whose heart and mind
did you change

when you sent Rich
to a blacksite?

(Weitz)
Okay, I know that looks bad.

(Weller)
Mm-hmm.
And is bad.

I didn't know they were
gonna send him there.

Really, I just thought
they were gonna put him

in a holding cell
for a couple of hours

until we, you know,
did the usual thing,

when we save the day
at the last minute.

When I think about
where they took Rich...

and what the CIA
must have done to him...

and that I put him there.

He didn't deserve that.
That's on me.

You gotta tell him,
please, that I am sorry.

♪♪

What do you think?

The guy's a politician.

He gets paid
to make people believe

whatever he says.

Kurt, Patterson...

go with your gut.

♪♪

Rich hid Dominic's phone
before the CIA took him.

We need you...
to retrieve it.

If I can crack its encryption,
it could be the one thing

to take down Madeline
and put her back in prison.

And clear our names.

I know things must have
been rough for you,

but they're not exactly
a picnic for me, either.

Madeline is
running the F.B.I.

like it's Orwell Night
at Comic-Con.

She's like Vader
if every scene was--

Okay, okay, we get it.
Madeline is bad.

We know this.

I'm just saying
she is up to something,

and whatever it is,
it's something big.

She just brought in an army
of private contractors

headed up by some mysterious
woman named Ivy Sands.

Tasha, can you look into
this Ivy person?

On it!

I got two of her mercs
with me right now

as my "security detail"--
let me tell you something,

they don't make me
feel very secure.

So if this phone leads to
Madeline getting brought down,

then I want it
just as bad as you do.

Where is it?

A vent in the sub-basement.

S-- Did you say a vent?

Why? Is that a problem?

There's an HVAC crew

cleaning out all the duct work
in the building this week.

They're doing it right now.

If I wait till I get back,

then they'll have
swept up the phone.

You're the head of the F.B.I.

Why don't you just cancel
the maintenance work?

Just a quick call
from Helsinki

to micromanage
the duct work.

Madeline won't find that
suspicious at all.

Oh, oh, ooh, but...

there is somebody
that we can trust.

Somebody whose hearts and minds
I have already gotten to.

It-- It's still
early morning in New York.

If she takes a cab to work,

we can hijack the screen
in the back.

She walks to the office.
Uh, think. What do we--

What do we know
about Afreen's habits?

Uh, she's good-- well,
pretty good at karaoke.

She's a coffee drinker.

See, this is what happens
when you get all cliquey

at the office, and then
you don't get to know

your coworkers, and then it
bites you in the ass one day

when you're
a fugitive from justice,

and the only thing you know
about them is they drink coffee.

Well... hold on.
That might be useful.

I mean, I don't see how.

On her way into work,

I know that she has
a mobile order

waiting for her
at her favorite place.

A mobile order?
As in something I can hack?

Ah, what is the name
of that place? Um...

It's like a bad coffee pun.

Uh, Espresso Yourself,
Mug Shots.

(Rich)
Uh, Java the Hut?

Chai Me a River?
Ooh, What Sumatra You?

Father of the Grind.

Yes, yes, yes,
that's the one!

So you're gonna hack
a cup of coffee?

Sort of--
they put a QR code

on every
print-to-order label.

I'm gonna change the code,
and then when Afreen scans it,

she'll be directed
to a secure FTP site

with instructions
on what to do next.

And she's gonna
scan it because...

Because of something
David once did

to get my attention.

(bell chimes)

(bell chimes,
doors shut)

Let me help you
with these.

Oh, uh, it's okay.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

So, Director Weiss
has been spending

a lot of time
in the lab nowadays.

Must be annoying having him

always looking over
your shoulder like that.

Oh, I don't--

I think
he's there the...

normal amount.

(bell chimes)

Everything okay?

Peachy.

Okay.

(Jane)
Heads up, Kurt.

Exiting through
the main entrance is a no-go.

Too many cameras.

Get to the basement

and we will redirect you
to another exit.

(breaking up) Copy, we're
heading down there now.

(static)

Kurt? Patterson?

Rich...
I swear.

It was not me this time.

Some kind of interference.

Yeah, what she said.

I'm gonna try to change
the frequencies.

Jane, Tasha,

we're in the basement.

Where to now?

Jane... Tasha...

Comms are down.

My dad.

Hey... Patterson...
he's going to be fine.

What if the last time
we saw him

is the last time
I see him?

It won't be.

All of us are going
to get to see

our loved ones again,
very soon.

I promise you.
Once Afreen gets--

(door slams)

What was one Weitz's
bodyguards doing down here?

Do you think Weitz
ratted us out?

No.

He said his bodyguards
were in Madeline's pocket.

But the fact they're just
roaming the basement...

Doing something other than
guarding his body.

(Patterson)
He came out of here.

♪♪

Nothing.

No...

What about that?

(Rich)
Okay.

Kurt, Patterson,
can you hear me?

Loud and clear.
Good.

Let's get you
to an exit.

Yeah, let's hit
the snooze button on that

for just a second.

(Jane)
Why?

'Cause we just found a bomb.

A bomb?

Where?
What's the target?

(Weitz)
It's truly an honor

to be addressing all you
wonderful people here today.

There's no place
I'd rather be

than standing right here.

There's enough C4 here

to blow up
most of the stage.

That Weitz is
currently standing on.

His own security detail
is trying to kill him?

Yeah, see, his own bodyguards
don't even like him.

(Weller)
If Madeline
wanted to kill Weitz,

he'd already be dead.

It's much easier
to do in New York,

where she can control
the crime scene.

♪♪

He's not the target.

It's someone else
who'll be on that stage.

Weitz was a Trojan Horse

that helped the assassins
get into the building,

just like Bill helped
you guys get in.

That explains how
he got the speaking slot.

Madeline pulled some strings.

(Patterson)
Okay.

This remote detonator

explains the interference
we were experiencing.

It's designed to toggle between
the least-used frequencies,

just like our comms.

What's the range
of the detonator?

Up to 50 meters.

Maybe less,

depending on walls
and whatnot.

You stay here,
try and defuse that.

I'll head up, try and
find the trigger man.

Okay.
Good luck.

Okay, Rich, Zapata,

try and figure out
who the real target is.

You got it.

As long as Weitz
keeps talking,

we can keep the real target
off the stage.

(Jane)
And the bomb from going off.

But how do we
keep Weitz talking?

Never thought I'd say that.

Let me
take care of it.

(Weitz on monitor)
...earn back that trust.

(computer trilling)

So, in conclusion,

if there is one thing to take
away from my speech here today,

it's that transparency
is the key to trust.

Because without trust...

(stammers)
Y...

You've got nothing.

And the st-- th--
and the-- the--

If you're gonna take away
two things from my speech...

be-- because there is definitely
more than one thing...

it is...

Okay, I got eyes
on the auditorium.

And the second thing...

Oh, this is interesting.

What's interesting?

All of the critical components

are protected behind
a glass tamper shield.

So what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna tamper with it.

Just heard from
my people in Helsinki.

Everything's going
according to plan.

Le crétin utile.

"Useful idiot."

Look, let's be real,

82 games
is too many games.

You know, forcing teams

to rest their best players
down the stretch.

And it devalues the experience
for the fans.

What the hell
is he talking about?

Why is he still
talking at all?

...playing
if not for the fans?

(faint clatter)

Briana.

Uh, so glad to see you.

Rich used to hang out
in here.

Really?

I-I was--

What did you find?

Just walk away, Briana.

It's not an option
for me.

You can still
make the right choice.

You don't have to be
Madeline's lap dog.

You don't understand.

Madeline's threatened
to hurt my parents or worse

if I don't follow
her orders.

What do you think
she'll do to me if you do?

Ever hear of
the Bombay riots?

Hundreds were killed.

Hindu nationalists
got their hands on records

of homes and businesses
owned by Muslims

and burned them all
to the ground.

My family's
was one of them.

We barely
made it out alive.

I was two.

How do you think
they got those records?

Someone in the local
government helped them.

Someone like you.

My parents are--

Your parents, me, you.

None of us are safe
unless Madeline goes down.

So please...

for the sake of the F.B.I.
and for everyone you love...

forget you saw me here.

I can't.

Madeline has a target
on your back.

A big one.

Whatever you found in here,

you're not gonna get far
with it in this building.

Let me help you.

Huh.

There's sealant lining
the edge of this glass.

Oh, no.

I don't like the sound
of the "oh no."

The tamper shield
is pressurized.

If air gets released,
the bomb goes boom,

and the only thing
holding this seal tight

are my hands right now.

Quick, can you look up
the adhesion strength of epoxy?

(Rich)
On it.

Ugh!

(gun cocks)
Stop what you're doing...

and get down from there.

Right now.

I can't.

If I do that, we both die.

If I move my hands,

this bomb goes off.

If you shoot me,
the bomb goes off.

If you make me angry
or scared or rattled,

I drop this piece of glass,
and the bomb goes off.

Since neither of us
wants that to happen,

I suggest you lower your gun
and help me find that screw.

That's the difference
between you and me. I'm--

Uhh!
(clank)

(Bill panting)

Dad?
Yeah, sorry!

I would-- would have
gotten here sooner

but... they took
my comms, I had--

I'm sure that's a really
great story, but my arms

are getting tired and I
could use a little help.

Whoa, whoa.
Oh. Oh, wow.

It's a pressure vessel.
Yeah.

(Weitz)
I'm not trying
to be an all-star.

They're the all-stars.

I would vote for them!

And those "I'm not a robot"
tests that you gotta do,

where you, there's the grid,
and you're like, how--

click on the ones with
the busses in the-- you know.

Those are a lie.

They're just checking
to see how you move your mouse

so they can mine
that information to...

to help program their
self-driving robocars.

The projection booth
is within range.

It does have
a good vantage point.

Check it out, but hurry.

Weitz isn't exactly
inspiring the audience.

We're the unpaid workers,

and there's a word
for unpaid workers.

It's slave.

How are things going,
Patterson?

(Patterson)
Ask me again in two minutes.

(Zapata)
We got something.

Okay, looks like Weitz
was only added

as a speaker a week ago.

Along with one other last-minute
addition: Susan Shah.

Shah is one of
the president's
top advisers

and has been
a very vocal,

very public critic
of Madeline's.

She also keeps
a notoriously private schedule,

making this a rare opportunity
to pre-plan ahead.

Plus, she's the next speaker.

Do I really
have to keep talking?

Okay, Kurt, we think
we know who the target is.

(Weitz)
This isn't a popular opinion,

but some people,
they want creamy,

some people want chunky,
but I tell ya...

(both exhale)

It worked...
the pressure sensor

thinks the glass
is still in place.

Now we just need to
deactivate the detonator.

Yeah, okay.
But before we can do that,

we need to somehow re-route
the detonator's power draw.

I mean, if we're off
by even a milliamp...

Dad, go.

You don't need
to be here for this.

Oh, what, and let you
have all the fun?

Besides, if you get
blown up and I don't,

what am I gonna say
to your mother?

Now, this is my chance
to feel the thrill

of cutting the red wire

with just one second left
on the timer.

Yeah, there's no timer.

This is a bomb
that was designed

to basically blow up
if we touch any part of it.

So let's not touch it.

You said the detonator

was interfering
with your comms earlier.

Yes, and that knife
cuts both ways.

Overpower your comms
across a wide spectrum and...

The detonator will be
virtually cut off

from the trigger--
Rich, did you get that?

Of course I got it! You two
are my new favorite podcast.

(Weitz)
I'm just saying,
I get the criticism,

but, like,
on the other hand,

I just like Nutella.

And that's what my America
is all about.

It's about choice!

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Matthew Weitz!

Oh, no, no, no!
Hold on, hold on.

I'm just gonna--
just give me, give me,

give me one second,
just give me one second,

I'm just gonna tie up
a few-- a few, uh, loose...

Okay, jamming comms...
now!

What does that mean?

It means there's an open loop
somewhere in the code,

and the comms aren't
taking to the programming.

Rich, get it together.

I got it.

(keyboard clacking)

No, wait.

Okay, there.

Did it work?

(Weitz continuing
indistinctly)

Just let me-- just let me--
It's gonna be a great ending.

You're gonna say wow.
You're gonna say--

You're gonna say wow.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.

(Susan)
Please go.
Just--

(grunting)

Uhh! Ohh!

(both grunting)

(knife unsheathes)

Yah!

Agh!

(both grunting)

Agh!

Uhh!

You might not be aware of it.

There was an incident
here today.

One that's really
got me worried.

About climate change.

You need to leave through the
front door while you still can.

What do you mean,
while I still can?

We made a little more noise
here than expected.

So if they figure out
we're here, Bill...

They'll come
looking for you,

arrest you, or...
or worse.

Or worse?

I don't like
the sound of that.

I'm so sorry
I brought you into this.

Oh, I'm not.
You're my daughter.

I'd do anything for you.

Look, Bill, just--
just lay low.

All right?
Stay in Europe.

Yeah, if you
need any money--

Oh, no, no. One of
the perks of being

an internationally-
renowned science guy

is I know people
that owe me favors.

Plus, I've got...
some Bitcoin stashed away.

(chuckling)
Let's go.

Ohh.

(whispering)
I love you, Dad.

I love you, William.

Dad... please, you know
I hate being called that.

Why? It's your name.
I love that name.

You got your last name
from your mother,

and your first name
from me.

You want me to call you
by your space camp name?

You wouldn't.

You two... we gotta
wrap this up.

Okay, kiddo.
Bye.

(sighs)

So...

What's your
space camp name?

Don't.

(distant sirens)

The bomb didn't even go off!

Because two members

of that rogue F.B.I. team
showed up.

A team I hired you
to catch!

Exactly.
You want to insist

on running extracurricular
activities with my personnel,

in addition to hunting down
this team...

then we need to renegotiate
the terms of our contract.

We renegotiate
when I see better results.

My best players
are in the penalty box.

You want better results?

Get them out.

That's all I'm asking.

These people are in prison
for capital crimes.

I cannot get them released.

You don't have to.

Just get them
transferred.

We'll handle the rest.

♪♪

Any word from Kurt
or Patterson?

Comms are still down.

What about Afreen?

She start
the upload yet?

There's no activity
on the FTP site.

And you're sure you
set it up correctly?

I'll check again.

(keyboard clacking)

(beeping)

Uh, guys...
Afreen started the upload.

Look at that beautiful
progress bar.

(door opens)

I've been looking
for you everywhere.

Madeline wanted me to do
some investigating for her.

Is that you're doing?

Investigating?

Come with me.

Just a second.

I wasn't asking.

(ping)

♪♪

(beep)
What happened?

We just lost the upload.

And possibly
the entire mission.

(Rich)
Hey, all right, there you go.

Whew! Pretty close call
there, huh?

Closer than it had to be.
I apologize for that.

Oh. That's good.
Everybody's hugging.

(Weller)
What?

They're blaming us?

(Jane)
Could have been worse.

If you weren't there,

it wouldn't be
a "failed attack."

Oh, and the actual trigger man

is being called a hero.

Wait, I think I've
seen that face before.

Call me crazy, but I think
he might be Dabbur Zann.

So Madeline has
joined forces

with a multinational
terrorist group?

Oh, great, so she's
even more terrifying now.

What the hell
is she up to?

Well, hopefully
that phone will tell us.

Has the data come in yet?

(squeaky voice)
Uh... it's...

What happened?

The transmission
was interrupted.

And then we had to abort
the entire connection

because someone was using it
to pinpoint our location.

Probably Ivy
trying to track us.

The same way she
tracked down Sho.

(sighs)
We had to burn everything.

We need to look at this phone
as if it's a dead end.

No... we don't.

Afreen could still be
trying to get it to us.

We need that phone.

Reopen the connection,
try to find the data.

No, Kurt, that's exactly
what they want us to do--

That phone is not
a dead end!

It can't be.

♪♪

(whispering)
Hey.

Did you get the message?

(whispering)
I did...

and now I'm worried
about Briana.

Because she might
be onto us?

No, because I gave her
the phone to help us.

And she's disappeared.

So you're worried
that she betrayed us?

I'm worried
she was caught with it.

Either way,
she's in trouble.

Or we are.

Kurt...

I know what
you're gonna say.

That I put too much hope
into that phone...

to get us
our lives back.

And that I have to accept
this place as...

our home for now.

Maybe forever.

No... not forever.

Yeah, we might never
be F.B.I. again.

And... we may need to
search for many new homes.

But this is far from over.

We will stop Madeline.

And you will
see Bethany again.

I promise.

(door squeaks)

For me?

It's for Archie.

Consider it a start.

Your mistakes today...

your reaction
to Weitz's name,

your need to make this place
feel less like a prison.

It's all connected.

You spent two months
locked up at a blacksite.

I'm willing to guess
there's a part of you

that still
feels trapped there.

I'm fine.

Really, just
had a... rough day.

Look, I know I'm not
the best person

to be doling out
advice here.

I'm just as messed up
as anyone.

But... if you need
someone to talk to...

(sighs)

I'm here.

Thanks for the poster.

(beeping)

(Bill Nye)
In 1967,

American anthropologist
Renato Rosaldo

was living amongst
a tribe of headhunters

in a Philippine rainforest,

when he encountered a tribal
word he couldn't translate.

The word was "liget,"

and it appeared to be
a singular emotion

unlike any in
the English language.

The villagers felt "liget" when
they thought of a loved one

they missed terribly.

But it was more than longing,
more than heartache.

For as much as liget may seem
like a feeling of loss,

it's also a call to action.

The tribe said
it electrified them,

drove them to battle.

The anthropologist
had a hard time

describing this complex emotion
to others, though.

Until he lost
the love of his life.

Suddenly, the words found him.

When I think about you,

I feel your absence.

I feel angry.
I feel sad.

I feel a voltage
running through my veins,

propelling me to do something,
anything, to make things right.

I feel... liget.

(Bill sighs)

Now let's talk about
what you should be eating

while you're on the run.

There's a lot of bad
dietary info out there,

but if we look
at the science...

(Weitz whistling)

(bell chimes)

You know what?
I just remembered.

I'm sorry,
I gotta get off.

You're coming with us.

Well, this is
gonna have to wait

because I'm late
for a meeting, so...

I wasn't asking.

♪♪

♪♪

(man)
Greg, move your head!