All language subtitles for Blindspot.S05E03.Existential.Ennui.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb_Track03

♪♪

(gasping)

What's wrong?

I don't know.

It's okay.

We're almost there.

Almost where?

(elevator bell dings)
Home.

(indistinct background chatter)

Come on.

Patterson's got something.

♪♪

What is it?
Another tattoo?

♪♪

Something's wrong.
This isn't--

(all)
Surprise!

(laughter)

Happy birthday, Jane!

You, uh, you shouldn't
have done all this.

Please.
Today's all about you.

To Jane. Cheers.

Wait, it's not my birthday.

Then why are we here?

We shouldn't be.

♪♪

(Jane)
No, don't drink that.

(glasses shattering)

♪♪

No!

(gasping)

You okay?

(sighs)

Why are you up so late?

Is everything okay?

Patterson's got something.

(muttering)

(steam hissing)

This new bunker brewer
changes everything.

Eh?
Morning.

And good morning.
Hey.

What'd you guys find?
Hi.

All right,
so, check this out.

Our little mystery friend
sent us another message.

This sculpture appeared

in the middle
of the desert in Tucson.

Are we supposed to know
what that is?

Seriously?
You all played "Wizardville."

How do you not recognize
The Staff of the Dragon Wizard?

It's level-two stuff.

Wait, so why is a level-two
sculpture in Tucson?

App companies will occasionally
put real-life versions

of things that pop up in their
games just out in random places.

It's just like
a cheap publicity stunt.
But it works.

I mean, the people
that took over "Wizardville"
have been doing it every week.

Well, this one didn't come
from Jingle Jangle Games LLC.

Look at this dragon logo
on the orb.

It is very different
from the one in the game.

Wait, the wings
and the sculpture are different.

They're in the shape
of my bird tattoo,

same one that showed up
in Times Square.

Yeah, so if I overlay
the tattoo

onto the dragon wings...

...a set of numbers appears.

They're arranged in a grid.

It's a nonogram.

(Patterson)
Yeah.

So the numbers tell you
which squares to shade in

to create an image,
and this one shades to...

A wasp.
Same as the Dabbur Zann symbol.

This has to be
about Madeline.

We just found out she was
working with the Dabbur Zann.

Maybe our mystery friend
is trying to tell us
what they're planning.

Maybe they think we can get
ahead of it and stop it.

This could be how we prove
Madeline's behind everything.

Does that dragon stick
say anything else?

It's not a stick.
It's Staff of the--

Sorry, Dragon Staff.
Never mind.

I've been assembling images
from various social media posts,

trying to see if I can find
anything else.

Let us know when
you find something.
Yeah, I will.

Tired, but I will.

Ah, nice of you
to join me.

Last few hours
have been fantastic.

I was worried
you might run off.

Hmm, Ivy made it clear that
that was not a possibility.

Uh, protective custody,
I believe she called it.

Guess that's why
the security cameras are off?

For my protection?

There was an attempt
on your life yesterday.

I take that threat
very seriously,

and I suggest
you do the same.

I'm a big boy,
so I can handle myself.

Sit down.

The leverage I have
on you hasn't changed.

I own you,
so stop posturing.

What do you want?

I wanna know exactly
what happened in Helsinki.

So we all just
dropped dead?

Yeah... with Madeline
watching the whole thing.

Just like when she poisoned
her husband and Blake Crawford.

Just sounds like
an anxiety dream to me.

We're hunting Madeline.
She's hunting us.

It's not the first time
I've had a dream like this.

I wanna believe
we'll take her down,

but it just feels
so hopeless sometimes.

That just means
that we're due for a win.

Someone out there
is helping us.

And, before you know it,

we're gonna be
in our home,

tucking Bethany into bed,
and hopefully

just falling asleep
in front of the TV
like normal people.

(chuckling)
I don't think

falling asleep
to "Die Hard" is normal.

Huh?

Hey, I got something.

So I analyzed the grid squares,
inverted the puzzle,

and after a little bit
of math,

the new nonogram numbers
reveal coordinates

to a warehouse
in Dresden, Germany.

I haven't been able to find
anything specific
on the property.

We're kind of working
with limited resources here.

It's enough.
Whoever sent this

is telling us
the Dabbur Zann
is connected to it.

Maybe it's a safe house.

Could be weapon storage.
We'll check it out.

Wait... Dresden is
less than two hours away.

What if somebody knows
where we are

and they're baiting us
into making a move?

Also, the timing
is suspicious.

The Helios file upload
failed yesterday,

and we still don't know why.

Afreen or Weitz
could be compromised.

Even if they are,

we know they're not behind
the messages.

But maybe they
figured out who is.

Maybe Madeline did too.

The longer we sit around here
and debate this,

closer that Madeline
or the Dabbur Zann get

to pulling off an attack.

You don't know that
for sure.

The last message,
that was time sensitive.

And so this one
could be as well.

So we go in blind?

That's a good way
to get one of us killed.

We can't just sit here
and do nothing.

I haven't seen my daughter
in three months.

I want this to be
our ticket out too.

And if it is,
shouldn't we approach it

with the least amount
of guesswork possible?

Okay, we don't have to go in,
but we can go and scope it out

while Rich and Patterson
dig for more info.

(scoffs)

I guess we're going
to Dresden.

(clears throat)

I got to the Forum
around 1:00, 1:15.

I mingled a bit,
rehearsed my speech,

gave the speech at 3:00
as scheduled,

and then was
whisked away by security

because there was a bomb
under the stage.

Also, there was
something about a shooting.

A murder... committed
and orchestrated

by former agents
Weller and Patterson.

Mm-hmm, I was, uh, briefed
about it on the flight back.

Did you see them there?

Did they try
to talk to you?

No, seeing as
they're fugitives,

I assumed they were
trying to avoid me.

No one of note
approached you?

It's the World
Collaboration Forum,

so everybody was
of note.

But not everyone is a member
of Patterson's family.

Oh, you're talking about
Bill Nye The Science Guy?

Yeah, he tried to talk to me
about climate change,

and your guys grabbed him
before I even had
a chance to respond.

Mm-hmm.

Nothing else
out of the ordinary

happened at the Forum?

Not that I can recall.

(phone buzzing)

I'll be back soon.
In the meantime,
you stay here.

For your own safety.

(Jane)
All right, we're in
three positions

outside the warehouse.
Okay.

Do you see
anything suspicious?

(Weller)
Not yet.
No activity on the property.

(Zapata)
Find anything else out
about this place?

Yeah, it's owned by
World Apex Industries,

which is a defunct
import-export

that appears to be
a Dabbur Zann shell company.

(Weller)
This lead is legit.

Also, I was able to hack
the security camera

at the building
next to yours,

and I'm sending you
a photo right now.

It's a little grainy,
so I can't make out an ID,

but three men
just entered the building
ten minutes before you.

(Weller)
Three of them, three of us.

(Zapata)
At least three of them.

There could be more
inside already.

(Weller)
We camp out too long,
we risk getting exposed.

(Jane)
Okay, let's move in,
see what we find.

Weller, take lead.

(Zapata)
I, uh, I got a bad feeling
about this.

(Weller)
On me, Tasha. Move in.

(Zapata)
Wait! Abort!

Abort!
(gunfire over comms)

(Weller shouts)

(Weller)
Tasha! Tash--

(beep, comms cut out)

What the hell
just happened?

♪♪

Jane?
Weller, come in.

Tasha?
What the hell
do we do now?

We try not to panic.

And how do you suggest
we do that?
I don't know.

Maybe lay off
the new coffee for a bit.

Okay, they could've--
they could've gotten away clean.

Okay, yeah, right.

And then they engaged
radio silence

as part of our protocols.
Yeah.

Maybe they saw something off
when they were in the field,

and they killed their comms
before scattering back here.

Okay, so we just
have to wait.

How long do we
have to wait?

Okay, Dresden is...
90 minutes away by car,

so if we factor in
surveillance countermeasures,

they would need to be back
here in two hours

and 19 minutes.

(computer trills)

Okay, so after that
we can panic?

By that point we have to assume
they're compromised.

And we would have
to leave this place for good.

Terrific.

I mean, not terrific.
Obviously terrible.

I'm gonna make
some more coffee.

♪♪

So... your story about
Helsinki checks out.

The part you
chose to share.

And I'd like to discuss
the part you didn't.

What-- What more details
do you want?

I-- The fish pie was
surprisingly delicious.

So you remember the appetizer

but not the hacked message
in the teleprompter.

I thought the bomb under my feet

was more of a threat.

The teleprompter seemed
a bit redundant.

That's funny, I read it as
a warning from the rogue agents.

Look, the teleprompter said
that if I didn't keep talking,

I'd explode.

I was not communicating
with terrorists.

I am not interested in arguing
semantics with you, Matthew.

Why am I here?

So I can figure out
your ongoing usefulness

or lack thereof.

I'm the director of the FBI.

You are a pawn

for me to move around
as I see fit.

Now some pawns
make it to the end,

and they get rewarded,

and others get sacrificed
along the way.

Today, we're going to figure out
which one you are.

Okay, nothing
on police scanners,

news reports,
border patrol.

Ah, same here.
I got nothing.

It's time to start
packing the bag, isn't it?

I don't want
to leave this place.

I don't either. You were
the one who said that--

Wait, did the plan change
while I was in the bathroom?

No, it's just, first,

my dad had to go off the grid
without a trace.

And now if--
Yeah, but that's
a good thing

'cause if we can't find them,

neither can the police
or Madeline.

Is that supposed
to make me feel better?

I'm losing everyone.

And when...

If this is ever gonna be over,

is it too late for things
to go back to normal?

(mechanical whirring)

Ah.

Elevator's moving.
That's good.

Only if it's someone
we're waiting for.

(elevator whirring
and rattling)

(clank)

Hey.
Thank God you're all right.

(sniffs) Ooh, your musk
smells different.

It's sheep.

I had to stowaway
in a livestock trailer.

Where's Jane and Tasha?

They're not here yet.

No. I had to double back
to get around

a German Police checkpoint--
they should have beaten me here.

I'm sure they'll
be here any minute.

It's important
to think positive.

Just find out
where they are.

We've been looking everywhere.
Just find them!

Please.

Do you want to tell him
that that's not possible

or should I?

(sighs)

So this isn't
like New York

where the world was truly
at my fingertips.

I just don't have
the computational power that--

I know.

It's harder.
Everything is.

Okay, why don't you walk me
through what happened?

Maybe that'll give me
somewhere new to start.

We were going to breach
that warehouse

from three different positions.

Tasha tried to abort.

Why did she call it off?

I don't know.
I couldn't ask her.

There were about
a dozen guys--

Do you think it
was a safehouse?

No.

I think it was a meet.

Dabbur Zann, they're
planning something,

and we couldn't stick around
to ask what.

And Tasha didn't cover me.

I got pinned down.

♪♪

(gunfire)

(Weller shouting)

Tasha?!

They jammed our comms...

so our priority
was to get out.

When Jane backed me up,
we scattered.

So I don't know how
or if they got away.

We followed the protocol
every step of that way.

I guess we should've
stuck together.

(squeaks)

Zapata's back.

So what the hell
happened out there?

You should have
had our backs!

I called abort.
Why?

What'd you see?

Nothing.
All right?

I just had a feeling.

(Jane, over comm)
Weller, take lead.

Okay, I-I got a bad feeling
about this.

(Weller, over comm)
On me, Tasha, moving.

Wait! Abort, abort!

You should've stuck
to the plan.

We were going into a place
blind, without any intel.

That is not a plan.

You of all people should know
you gotta trust your instincts.

Tasha!

You lost focus out there.
That's it.

Hey, how about we all
stick together here?

Huh?
For Jane.

Oh, I lost focus?
Yes!

You want to see
your kids so badly,

you're charging in
without thinking.

We all want this
to be over.

The plan didn't feel right.

I went with my gut.

I'm going with mine.

♪♪

(gun cocking)

You can't go back out there.

I'm done waiting.

Kurt, please, just--
I'm going!

Hey...

Get out of my way, Rich.

Kurt...

Stand down.

It's for your own good.

And mine.

And theirs.

(elevator humming)

Someone's coming.

♪♪

(clanking)

Can you guys give me
a hand with something?

♪♪

Who the hell is that?

That's what we need
to find out.

That's one of
the Dabbur Zann soldiers

that we saw
on camera.

So you brought the enemy
back home with you?

(sighs)

Now what?

♪♪

Well our new roommate is deep
in a peaceful slumber.

What were you thinking
bringing him back here?

This is our only
safe place on earth.

Was.

Okay, look.

He's locked up.
He doesn't know where he is.

He was unconscious
the whole trip.

We need to focus on
finding out what he knows.

And what if you got caught

transporting him
across the border?

Border patrol didn't take

a second look
at my fake passport.

I took every precaution.

How did you even get
a chance to grab that guy?

Well after we scattered,

the opportunity
presented itself.

♪♪

Agh!

(grunting)

I had two choices.

I leave him there with the rest
of the Dabbur Zann

and let him continue with
whatever Madeline's planning,

or I bring him back here

and try to find
some answers.

And what happens
when we're done?

We head bag him,
drive him in circles,

and we drop them at the farthest
police station that we can.

So we can get nabbed
while doing it.

Brilliant plan.

Hey, he's here
and this is happening.

If he knows something,
we will get it out of him.

Okay.

So we will... see what
we can dig up about this guy.

Look at that.
Teamwork.

What's that,
my last meal?

It's up to you.

What do you want?

You vowed
to destroy the FBI.

I would argue that you already
succeeded, so what is left?

Oh, that is nothing
for you to worry about.

I'd like you to focus
instead on Susan Shah.

(Susan)
Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Matthew White.

I'm just gonna
tie up a few...

Her position as national
security advisor

has made my job
very difficult.

And I would like you to
remove her from the equation.

Wait... When you say
"remove her from the equation,"

you don't mean to-- to--
you don't expect me to--

(chuckling)
Oh, no, no, no.

No, nothing like that.

Anyway, a second attempt

on her life would
only draw attention.

No, I would like you to
convince her to step down.

Right.
How, exactly?

J. Edgar Hoover stifled
my father's ambitions

to lead this country
in one conversation.

I have every faith
you can do the same.

Okay, fine, Madeline,
whatever you want.

Can I get back
to work now?

Yeah, of course.
Hey, there we go.

I'll call for the car.

Wait. What?

We're going to do this
right now?

Waiting has never
been my strong suit.

(computer trills)

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
look at this.

Munich police posted
an internal memo.

Apparently, three inmates
went missing

during a prison
transfer last night.
Do they have photos?

Not yet, I'm guessing
they're keeping this

pretty low profile for now.

I recognize a couple
of those names.

When I was at the CIA,
Zico Faulhaber

and Merrick Rustia
were suspected ringleaders

in the Dabbur Zann.
(Rich) Whew.

What do you wanna bet
Madeline pulled some strings

to get these inmates free?

Do you think our new roommate
is one of the prisoners?

Hey, please stop
calling him that.

Okay, uh, tenant?
House guest? Subletter.

Oh, he's not paying rent.
We need more than just names.

We need to give Jane
and Weller some time.

We have to try
to salvage this mission.

You mean the mission
I screwed up?

No, I never said
that it was your fault.

Didn't have to.

Hey.
Any luck?

This guy's stonewalling us.

All right, why don't we start
with something simple?

Who are you?

You go first.

That's not how this works.

Then I'm gonna
go back to my nap.

(door opens)

So... who are we talking to?
Merrick? Zico? Loris?

We're going to find out.

Loris. There,
you know my name.

Can I go now?

You help us stop an attack
and take down Madeline Burke,

you will earn
your freedom back.

There is no freedom for me.

You don't want a hand in
exposing just how corrupt

the American government
actually is?

Isn't that what your
group's all about?

They are not my group.

Where I come from,
the Dabbur Zann
control my village.

I do what they say
or they hurt my family.

What if we can
help with that?

Even if you could,

I don't know what
they're planning.

They don't tell me anything.

Why don't you walk us
through the last 24 hours?

You might know a little
more than you think.

I was in a Munich prison

for a robbery
I pulled off with the others.

Then yesterday,
they put us in a van,

dropped us in the middle of
nowhere and let us go free.

Who did that?

Like I said...
they don't tell me anything.

I followed the others
to a safe house

and we met with
some local contacts.

And the other people
at the warehouse, who are they?

Bad people.
They are the ones you want.

Have you got any idea of
where they might have gone?

If you you go after them,
they'll know I talked.

I have two younger sisters,
a brother.

We can protect them.

How?

You barely got out
alive today.

The one you call Zico...
he goes by "Hades."

I watched him torture the family
of a Turkish merchant

who had betrayed him.

He cut off their ears,

a favor so they could
not hear each other scream.

And then he tied them
down in their house

and set it on fire!

They couldn't hear.

I could.

You're scared
of this man Hades.

What do you think will happen

if you don't go back
and regroup with the others?

He'll think you ran.

Your family,
they're already in danger.

If you help us
take him down,

we'll make sure
he can't hurt them.

We're supposed to meet
in Dusseldorf tonight.

I'm supposed to wait
outside a cafe...

until someone
comes to get me.

So we'll take Loris
to his meeting

in Dusseldorf tonight.

Use him to lure out
the rest of his group.

You were at that warehouse.
There were a dozen guys there.

How we gonna pull this off?

We catch 'em off guard.

It doesn't matter
how many there are.

And if we do get Hades,
then what?

Bring him back here?
No.

We'll find somewhere secure
to interrogate him.

And what about Loris?

How do we get him
back across the border?

I don't know,
we'll figure it out.

Then what happens
when he's out in public

and he starts screaming
that he's been taken hostage.

We cut our losses
and regroup back here.

Lucky for us, Loris still
doesn't know where we are.

How many operatives do you
think will be at this meet?

More than the warehouse.

Maybe I should go alone,
take the country roads

back to Prague and report back
any intel I find.

How do you know
we're in Prague?

♪♪

I thought you said
that he was knocked out

the entire trip back.

I thought he was.

He must have woken up
at the border crossing.

So I guess you didn't
take every precaution.

What's done is done.

All right, we need to focus
on what we do now.

How do we do that?

The other Dabbur Zann soldiers
are meeting in Dusseldorf.

We go there.
We need Loris for that.

If he slips away from us
and tells everyone where we are,

we are done.

Okay. What if he can't
tell anyone where we are

because he can't remember?

What... if we
wiped his memory...

using ZIP?

Is that even an option?

No, no. It isn't.

Beats abandoning
the safe house.

Where would we get it?

I already have it.

I managed to procure a small
amount a month ago,

and I've been doing additional
research on the cure

that we created
using stem cells,

just in case
you had another relapse

But we could
use that on Loris,

wipe his memory,
and then take him with us.

No. No, wiping
someone's memory is...

one of the worst things
you could do them.

Trust me.

Loris has been forced
into a life

of working with terrorists.

So I'm sure that he's done

and seen his fair share
of horrible things.

Starting over
with a clean slate

might not be the worst thing
in the world for him.

We'd be taking
his family from him.

The only thing he cares
about would be gone.

I'm not doing that
to anyone.

♪♪

(door opens)

You're not changing
my mind about this.

And I'm not here
to make you try.

Look...

When Patterson suggested it,
all I saw was a way out.

I wasn't
thinking about you.

I'm sorry.

I've done a lot of
horrible things in my life,

but one of the worst
was ZIPing Roman.

I can't do that
to anyone else.

I know.

So we'll find another way.

Like what?
We're out of options.

No...

We can go to the meeting point
in Dusseldorf without Loris.

All right? Scope it out.
We might get lucky.

Spot one of 'em.

And what about Loris?
He knows where we live.

That's all he knows.

So we'll leave.

And start all over again?

By the time we find
a new base of operations,

Madeline might already be--

Hey...

We'll do what
we have to do.

All right?
What we've always done.

Why stop now?

(tires screeching)

Let me ask you something.

How exactly is
the National Security Advisor

making your life difficult?

I'm touched
by your concern.

I thought
that your position

as Director of
Federal Law Enforcement

operated outside
her purview.

Yeah, but I still have to make
nice with all the others.

She doesn't extend me
the same courtesy.

But to want
to kill her for it,

I mean...
seems a bit drastic.

Sometimes drastic is
what the job calls for.

You of all people
should know that.

But when you
go after a rival,

it's because
you want something.

Shah is top of the list
for the open vice-presidency.

I assume you're gonna
get to your point soon.

I'm saying, I don't think she's
making your life difficult.

I'm saying she's in your way.

If Shah were to suddenly
go kaboom or have to step down,

well, they'd
have to consider

somebody else
for the open VP spot.

Somebody like you.

You want to be
vice president,

one step away
from the Oval Office.

I have never been
so impressed with

someone I find so
generally disappointing.

Now let me
ask you something.

Do you think
knowing what I want

makes you safe or puts
you in more danger?

We're leaving.
That's it?

What other option
have we got?

All right, we'll leave
Loris with enough

food and water for a week,
get the cops to pick him up.

No, we can't just walk away
from the only home we have.

We just got set up,
there has to be another way.

Okay, so what is it?

Look, you found us
this place.

Find another one.

It's not that simple--
to find a place like this

with all the resources
to go after Madeline,

we're talking months,
I don't know, could be a year.

What if my dad can't
stay off the grid that long?

What about Ali and Bethany?
This isn't just about us.

We have to try something!

All right, if we get to Hades
tonight, then we might

have enough to take
Madeline down by tomorrow.

And if we don't we don't
then we're back to square one.

We'd all have to split up.

We would all be completely
alone out there again.

Is that what you
really want?
No, it is not.

We got trouble.
(clears throat)

I finally got access to
the original arrest records

of the three Dabbur Zann
soldiers that Madeline sprung.

Take a look.

Wait... is that right?

(Zapata)
He was lying to us.

The guy we have
isn't Loris Bagnaia.

It's Zico Faulhaber.

Hades.

♪♪

Jane!

♪♪

(grunting)

(knuckles cracking)

(Weller)
Jane!

Jane!

♪♪

Hello, is anyone there?

(bell dings)

(indistinct chatter)

(Jane)
What is it, another tattoo?

(all)
Surprise!

(Patterson)
Happy birthday, Jane!

Stop. No one else
has to get hurt.

Don't look at me.

This is my fault?

Who else?

Ever since you came out
of that bag in Times Square,

your friends have been
in mortal danger.

How many have died
because of you already?

Mayfair. Pellington. Reade.
Your mother. Your brother.

Who else has to die, Jane?

Cheers.

(Weller)
Jane. Jane.

(gasping)

Hey. Hey.

(panting)

You okay?
Yeah.

What happened?

That guy that we were
talking to, it's not Loris.

He's Hades.

Where is he now?

(clank, power draining)

I'm guessing somewhere near
a circuit breaker.

Can you walk?
Yeah.

Okay, come on.
(grunts)

Okay. Let's go.

Hades tripped
the main breaker,

but we locked down
the bunker first.

So he can't get out.

Let's start
clearing the rooms.

And play hide and seek,
hoping he doesn't

take us all out
one by one?

Why don't we all just take
a deep breath, okay?

He's unarmed.

Did you read his file?

He killed six guys
in prison

with just a coat hanger
and a jagged zip tie.

He wants us to look
for him in the dark!

I say we stay in place
and wait him out.

We don't have time for that.

(Jane)
Weller's right.
(scoffs)

The rest of the Dabbur Zann
is still out there

planning something
with Madeline.

So let's make a move.

Oh, yeah, because
the moves you made today

really worked out
great so far.

(overlapping shouting)

Shut the hell up,
all of you!

Shut the hell up!

(shouting stops)

I am so sick of all
the finger-pointing

and arguing and Weller's
neck doing that thing

where it looks like his shirt's
gonna burst off his body.

Stop it!
Rich--

Don't "Rich" me.

You are all focusing
on the wrong things.

You have spent so much time
blaming each other

that you don't realize

we are the reason
that we are still alive.

We've all made mistakes.

All made mistakes.

And we've all done things
for the benefit of the team.

I brought in a coffee maker,
for example,

that nobody has even expressed
the slightest appreciation for.

You think that just
comes out of thin air?

Rich is right.

The only way out of this is if
we all start rowing

in the same direction.

Now I got us into this mess,
and I need you to trust me

to get us out, okay?

Now we stay together,
we watch each other's backs,

and we clear this bunker
as a group.

Okay, let's do this.

Jane said...

(gun cocks)
...all of us.

Are you finally
trusting me with a gun?

♪♪

Clear.

(Weller)
Rich, move.

On me!
(gunfire)

♪♪

I think we should stop.
I have a bad feeling.

Tasha, stay with us.

(panting, sound echoing)

(Weller)
Tasha, behind you!

Don't move!

Let me out...

or I will break her spine
with the screw driver.

You don't wanna do this.

I will not ask again.
Guns down!

(gun fires)

Tasha.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

(panting)

♪♪

(distant dog barking)

We meeting Shah here?

What's the matter
with the bistro?

You know, you can blackmail
people in bistros.

It's all about
options, Matthew.

As we make choices,
our options shrink

until there's only
one path to follow.

You are out of options.

This is your path.

Madeline, listen to me.
You can't do this.

(trunk opens)

(whimpering and sobbing)

(shrieking)

Briana? What's--
What's happening?

Consequences.

(whimpering)

Shh...

There's nothing to say.

No promise to give.

No excuse to make.
It's all over.

(muffled screaming)

Madeline, you can't do this!

Not another word!

I gave you options,
Briana.

(screaming and sobbing)

This is the path you chose.

(muffled)
No! No! No!

No, no, no!
(gunshot)

♪♪

♪♪

(body bag zipping)

So this--
this whole Shah thing,

that was just a...
a test?

You just wanted to see
if I'd agree to it?

No. She'll be in New York
in a couple of days.

You can chat then.

What do you
want me to say?

I don't care.

Bribe her, threaten her,
just make her go away.

What do you mean,
you don't care?

Why did you drive me--

You didn't have
to do that to Briana.

You didn't have
to do any of this!

Oh, but I did.
I did.

I had leverage over Briana,

just like I have
leverage with you.

She was useful to me,
just as you have been,

until she wasn't.

These relationships
are all tenuous.

Sooner or later,
they all come to an end.

I just wanted you
to see for yourself

how bad that end can be.

Now, I think you
have a job to do.

Can I trust you
to do it?

Consider it done.

(water splashes)

(Zapata)
What do we do now?

Hades was the best lead
we had on Madeline's plan

with the Dabbur Zann.

We could still go
to Dusseldorf.

The real Loris and that
Merrick what's-his-nuts
are still there.

No, we can't trust anything
that Hades had said to us.

All he wanted was for us
to take him to the meet

so that he could
try to escape.

So all of this
was for nothing?

Not nothing.
Something.

Since Jane and I
drew short straws,

we we're going to dispose
of the body.

For the record, I still think
drawing straws in this context

is a little insensitive.

He's dead, Rich.

Yeah, and now he's a ghost,

and if we don't respect him,
he will haunt us.

Anyway, I noticed some scarring
in his right forearm.

I used to sew lock picks
under my skin

in case I was
ever captured.

That's actually how
I broke out of the blacksite.

Didn't he break his own thumbs
to get out of the cuffs?

Yeah, he didn't have
lock picks under his skin.

He had this.

It's a passive RFID card.

He could wirelessly
transfer files to it

and then upload and download
whatever he wanted

without ever having
to remove it.

That is genius.
Evil genius.

So if he got orders
from Madeline,

the details might
be on that card.

And if we can prove that she's
connected to terrorists,

that might be enough
to get our lives back.

(Patterson)
Yeah, let's hope.

I just gotta crack it.

Hey! Hey, where
have you been?

I saw you leave with Madeline.
I got worried.

Uh, yeah, listen, um,
you can't talk to me.

We need to figure out
our next move.

Briana is still missing,
and the team needs our help,

and I was thinking--

Briana is gone.

What?

We need to stop.

No more resistance.
No more helping the team.

This is over.

(footsteps)

Hey.

Hey.

Uh...

Look, I just wanted
to apologize for earlier.

I was a bit harsh about you
bringing that guy back here.

No, no, you were right.
It was...

It was a risky move.

Well... they kind of all
are at this point.

Are you okay?

Not really.

When we were staking out
that warehouse,

it reminded me
how it used to be,

you know,
before all this.

I, uh...

I looked over
and expected to see Reade

right there with me.

He wasn't.
He's gone. And...

the thought of losing anyone
else was incapacitating.

I froze out there...
and in here.

I've been having dreams
where Madeline takes away

everything I love.

Over and over again,
she wins.

I thought it meant
that Madeline was
my biggest fear.

(sniffles)
She's not?
No.

Every call I make
puts us all in danger.

What if I make
the wrong one...

and someone gets hurt
because of me?

You're not the only one
feeling hesitant about all this.

So what do we do?

Madeline's coming for us
either way.

Like it or not...
we have to fight back.

And what if I can't?

(keyboard clacking)

(computer trilling)

♪♪

(sighs)

Hey.

I'm very sorry
for earlier,

for not...
appreciating you.

Oh, well, thank you.

You know, it's a dark time
for everybody.

We shan't need
to speak of it again.

You are so gonna
speak of it again.
Well, yeah,

if I wanna make you feel bad,
or if I need something
from you.

Yeah, of course.
That's two reasons
I can think of.

(computer chimes)
Ah, dinner's ready.

There's a timestamp on this file
from around the time

of the warehouse raid
this morning.

(Rich)
What the hell is
all this?

They look like
detailed schematics

for a chemical
weapons system.

So Madeline broke a bunch
of Dabbur Zann operatives
out of prison

in order to launch
a chemical attack?

Yeah.

And they're
still out there.

Well, that's
very not good.

♪♪

♪♪

(man)
Greg, move your head!