All language subtitles for Blindspot.S05E06.WEB.H264-ALiGN_Track03

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(metal creaking, door opens)

Cream team!
Ah‐ah‐ah.

I suggest
you not shoot us.

These little babies
on our wrists,

they read our biorhythms.

They don't like
what they read,

they pin your location
to every law enforcement agency

in Europe.

Where are the Gardner paintings
that I was promised?

And why haven't
they been delivered yet?

Because I don't have them.

Well, then I'm guessing

you're going to have
to go find them, yeah?

No. Absolutely not.

Excuse me?
(gun cocks)

(Rich)
Kurt's just kidding around.

You know, he's a bit
of a joke maker.

It's opposite day
is what it is.

Remember summer camp?

Tomorrow we're having a whole
pajama jamma‐jam thing‐‐

(gunshot)

Drop your weapons...

now.

We had a deal.

(Jane)
Yeah, we sure dead.

In exchange for the paintings,
you promised us protection,

including untraceable
burner phones.

Thanks to your
very traceable phones...

we were located, droned‐‐

And we lost one of our best.

So we don't owe you
anything.

Hey, guys,
I'm totally on board

with this whole line
of thinking,

but they still
have their guns and...

I don't know,
you haven't seen Ice Cream

in one of his moods.

(gunshot)

(Rich)
Hey...

This is not a mood.

Hey, Annie Oakley,
enough with the gun show.

We live here.

It wasn't like this
in Iceland.

I wasn't in debt
in Iceland.

Who'd you promise
the paintings to?

Ilya Mikhaylov.

Oh, boy.

You know him?

Yeah, he's a Russian
mob enforcer.

Basically it's like
if Andre the Giant

and Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson
had a baby,

and that baby was fed
nothing but a steady diet

of Muscle Milk
and Slim Jims.

If I don't deliver
the Gardner paintings to Ilya,

he'll cut my eyes out.

We're not helping you.
Then I burn you!

I burn your little bunker.

Go for it.

I'll give Madeline Burke
your exact location.

Then we move. Pull up stakes.
Done it before.

How about we make
a little trade?

What do you say,
Cream Boat?

Okay...
(clears throat)

How about this for a carrot?
I have intel... on Madeline.

Like hell you do.

How would you like ears
on her daily communication?

Anyone ever heard
of Beaconer?

(Patterson)
The app? It's like iMessage

for spies and journalists.

Totally encrypted,
super secure.

Is this the part
where you tell us

that you know how to hack
a completely unhackable app?

No, no, no, this is the part
where I tell you that...

I created Beaconer.

And I left myself a back door
that only I have access to.

Beaconer is yours?

Before you get his autograph,
make him prove it.

What coding language
did you use?

How did said language
allow you

to maximize
Beaconer's security?

I'm not giving you
my security secrets.

Then how do we know
that Madeline uses Beaconer?

How else would I know
that she's in almost

daily communication
with one Ivy Sands?

Regular communication
between Madeline

and a Dabbur Zann terrorist...

...would be a total
game changer.

Great, so you go get me
my Gardner paintings,

and I give you a smoking gun.

Deal?

(beeping)

Are we really doing this?

Apparently we are.
That's why they got

these GPS monitors on us
like we're migrating whales‐‐

wolves,
migrating wolves.

He thinks we're gonna bail.
It makes sense.

This is the only thing
that makes sense.

The rest of
this stuff's crazy.

Oh, yeah, which part?
Actually believing Fro‐Yo

has ears on Madeline's
chatter?

Going out in public again
as wanted fugitives?

Or attempting
to find and steal

priceless works of art
at the behest

of an Icelandic maniac?

Me, I pick "D."
All of the above.

You got a better option?

Tell him to go to hell.

(Patterson)
And then what?

We need this intel
on Madeline.

Do we, though?
I mean, thanks

to that recording we have

of Weller's bondage "sesh"
with Ivy,

we have that phone number
that we're tracking. Sorry.

Well, we assume that Ivy
was calling a phone number.

But it makes more sense
that she was inputting

the 11‐digit passcode
for her Beaconer account.

Look, I hate to admit it,
but we need Ice Cream's help.

And this could be
the thing,

the thing that takes
Madeline down for good.

(Ice Cream)
Cream team! Let's do this!

♪♪♪

You rang?

Matthew, what a pleasure.

It's Director Weitz.

Were you just, um,
sitting there

facing the wall
waiting for me to come in

so you could spin around
like that?

I like to maintain
the element of surprise.

Where is Madeline?

Ms. Burke had some
business to attend to in D. C.

And since I've been appointed
to her review board,

I thought I'd check in,

make sure you're keeping
your promises.

I never promised you
anything.

Susan Shah...

You might not be aware of it.
There was an incident.

That name ring a bell?

You promised you'd handle
our do‐gooder

national security advisor.

Or maybe you'd like to pay
a visit to Briana?

(sobbing)

No, no, no!
(gunshot)

Yeah, oh, that promise.

I didn't know we were
talking about, um, specific‐‐

You have 24 hours to have
Shah removed

from the short list
for the vice presidency, or...

Oh, Studebaker!
Oh.

Listen to me,
I‐I can do what I can,

but you know that there
is nothing on her.

She is spotless.

Dirty her up then.

Wait, wait, wait, just lie?

24 hours... Director.

All right, so we know who
doesn't have the paintings.

"Buy Buy Baby"?

No, I'm looking up
stuff for Zapata.

You know that kid's
about the size

of a raspberry
right now, right?

I mean, it's gonna be
a long time

before they need...

Toilet seat locks,
those are a thing?

We don't need
to install them right away.

Anyway, as I was saying,

Ilya obviously doesn't
have the paintings.

You're going to find them
by process of elimination?

(Patterson)
No, no, I‐‐ I'm reviewing
the facts.

Okay, fact one‐‐

the paintings were stolen

from the Isabella Stewart
Gardner Museum

March 18, 1990.

Okay, take it easy.

We don't need to start
from the very beginning.

Fact number two...
Or just ignore me.

That's totally fine, too.
...this very FBI team

tracked the paintings to
a Columbia professor's house...

and stole them back.

Hey, there was a great Zabar's
in that neighborhood,

remember that?
Rich, focus!

I mean, I would kill
for a knish.

Excuse me, I think
you're just a little testy

because, fact number three,
a certain Turkish dumpling

and his salty little sidekick
that he occasionally sleeps with

duped the FBI
and stole them back.

Oh, my God,
that was exhilarating!

You got 'em?

Oh, no, the paintings.
Yes, I have them.

(lowers voice)
Not their finest hour.

Okay, so that's great, Rich.
What did you do with them?

Boston sold them and then
stole them right back.

Well, that's genius.

Why sell once
what you can sell twice?

Okay, so who has
the paintings now?

Moe Lewis.
The casino magnate.

Boston figured out
a mathematical flaw

in one of his keno lounges,

and as a gift,
he gave the paintings to Moe

in exchange for not having
his kneecaps broken.

So... Moe Lewis has them.

Gonna say Moe had 'em.

Moe got robbed
about three months ago.

Oh, my God.
Seriously? By Boston?

No, no, Boston doesn't
have them, I'm sure of that.

Great, so we know
absolutely nothing.

I got a theory.

Moe assumed that his ex
ripped him off.

They were going through
a hellish divorce.

Prenup, people.

So his ex has them?

No, Moe was blinded
by rage and legal fees.

I think his art restorer
nabbed 'em.

Guy would've had
access to his galleries

right around the same time
that the paintings went missing.

His name was Irving...
something.

Sutton.

Irving Sutton!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

How'd you know that?
He was a middling
hit man for hire

who burnt out after
killing quite a few people.

Then he refocused
his rather serious OCD

on becoming the underworld's
greatest art restorer.

Actually, come to think of it,
he used to bug Boston

all the time for private
viewings of the Gardner
paintings.

Well, that can't be
a coincidence.
Yeah.

All right, so looks like
Irving is living in...

Lucca, Italy.

Great! We'll send
the tough ones.

Wow, I'm more brilliant
than tough, but...

By that, I would mean
Jane and Weller.

They can take my jet.

I can't believe
we're doing this‐‐

breaking and entering to steal.

Look, Rich thinks
there's about a 0% chance

the paintings are in here.

All we gotta do is get
Irving to talk.

(sighs)
Well...

sounds like he's home.
(piano music playing inside)

Remember, this guy
is a contract killer.

Good?

(piano music playing)

(piano music continues)

Irving Sutton?
We just want to talk.

Keep your hands where
we can see them, sir.

Who are you?

MI6? Interpol?

We're not here
to arrest you.

Then what do you want?

Hands now!

(gunshots)

Where are
the Gardner paintings?

How did you know it was me?

How did you...?

How are we gonna find
the paintings now?

♪♪♪

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(Weller)
Nothing?

The Gardner paintings
aren't here.

Just get out of there, okay?

(Ice Cream)
Nah, nah‐nah‐nah‐nah.

Check under the bed
or something.

No Irving and no paintings.

No paintings, yes.
Take it easy, Patty Panic.

Yeah, try and keep your eyes
on Madeline.

So how are we gonna figure out
where he stashed these things?

Unfortunately, Irving
didn't leave any leads

or anyone to talk to.

He's your typical
artsy recluse‐‐

unmarried, childless,
zero online presence.

Zero public online presence.

He's got a site
on the dark web.

Well, that would have been
really nice to know.

Just‐‐ oh, my God.

Well, I doubt it'll be
much help.

(Patterson)
Oh, Irving just posted.

(computer chirping)

If you're watching
this recording,

I've sadly passed away.

Those are
the Gardner paintings.

And rest in peace.

I know that many of you
thought of me

as an art restorer.

A footnote to the masters.

Well, I was much more
than that.

Insecure much?

I was a brilliant thief.

And none of you
ever suspected it.

I've left the treasure
in a safe place.

Review this video diligently.

To my words
should you mind.

(keyboard clacking)

No, no, no, no, no.
This thing's going viral.

It's spreading
to the whole dark web.

What if Ilya sees this?

Oh, he's for sure seen this.

No, because I‐‐
I have to deliver

the paintings to him,

otherwise my debt
will not be repaid.

Every‐‐ every two‐bit con
out there now

is going to be
going after these.

We'll just have
to get there first.

Hey.

I need a favor
from you pronto.

Okay.

It's for our friends
on the outside.

You heard from the team?

Look, I need you
to, uh, do

an untraceable
wire transfer

from my account,
that's the first number,

into the second
account, okay?

Okay, okay, okay.
(clears throat)

We can't do this.

Well, not like this.

There's no such thing as
an untraceable wire transfer.

Maybe in the movies,
but in the real world‐‐

Yes, I know that, Afreen.

You don't think I know that?
I know that.

Then you want the deposit
from your account

to be traced
to the offshore account?

Yes. Yes, I do.

It's complicated.
It's part of a big plan.

Just trust me.
Can you trust me, please,

and do the thing
I'm asking, please?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

(piano plays,
rapid speaking on video)

Okay, what if we translate it
into Italian?

I‐‐ I already did.

I ran every variant
of a translation‐based solve

and just got a whole
bunch of nothing.

This is very, very,
very not good.

Well, it sounds like
somebody's a little hungry.

I‐‐ I'm not hungry.
Thank you very much.

I'll have hers.
No.

(Ice Cream)
What's wrong? You keep kosher?

You can't have
any deli meat.

There's a listeria risk.

You're preggers?

Well, come on!
Why didn't you say something?

Oh, my God,
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have said anything.

I just‐‐ Everyone, uh,
avoids the obvious foods,

but they forget about‐‐
Oh, the lethal deli meat?

(Rich)
Wait a second.

What if we're doing that
with Irving's video, too?

We're spending
so much time trying
to solve Irving's riddle,

the obvious,
we're not paying attention

to the music underscoring
at all.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, he's right.

We've been neglecting
the music.

Okay.

Okay.
I know that many of you

thought of me
as an art restorer.

It's Webern's opus 27,

variations for the piano.

Uh, it's a 12‐tone piece,
meaning every pitch

corresponds with a number
zero through 11.

Oh, my God,
uh, uh, in the video,

Irving, you know,
crosses his arms,

his legs, I thought
he was just fidgeting.

But what if he's highlighting
certain tones?

What is she talking about?

Just let her
run with it.

This is fantastic,
by the way.

(Patterson humming)

Has she been drinking?

(Patterson continues humming)

(computer chirping)

(Patterson gasps)

They're GPS coordinates.

He's pointing us to a spot
in Zagreb.

Yeah, us,
and a dozen other crooks.

Let's hope they didn't
take music theory.

(Weller on radio)
Patterson?

Hey, perfect timing.
Are you on the plane?

Just took off.

(Rich, mouth full)
Well, turn around.

You're going to Croatia.

(jet engine whirring)

(beeps)

(sighs)
This is the spot.

Ah, I think
we're getting warm.

Yeah.

"Left the treasure
in a safe place."

You think
you can crack that?

Yeah, I can crack it.

(clicking)

(exhales)

You okay?

We killed a man
this morning.

A former hit man
and a criminal

that was shooting at us.

After we broke
into his home.

I just keep thinking about
what you asked me yesterday‐‐

are you the man
you think you are?

Maybe I'm not the best person
to answer that.

You know me
better than anyone.

Yeah, but what if
that's the problem?

What if we're too close?
What if we can't see clearly?

Maybe we have changed.

Maybe we're just...
fooling ourselves.

(clicking)

(Jane sighs)

A geode and a Bible.

That could be
the next clue.

Let's get out of here before
another hunter shows up.

(woman)
Don't move.

We'll be taking those,
thank you.

.

(alarm blaring)

Patterson,
we got a problem.

How stupid can they be?!

Tied up?
How do these two get tied up?

Hey, hey, hey,
the more you rant,

the less I'm able to focus
on fixing this.

What is‐‐ what's the‐‐
the‐‐ the brand

on the security system?

Uh, I can't really see,
but it‐‐ it looks like

there might be
a blue "S," maybe.

No, looks like a "Z" to me.

Uh, okay, so let's go
with "Z" for Zastita.

It's Croatia's biggest
security company.

(Rich)
Guys, when was the last time

you updated your wills?

Fix this!

Or I burn you
right now.

Okay, then give us
a chance.

We want to get
these paintings

and get this over with
as much as you do.

This does not make it
over with.

In Iceland,
I was promised two things‐‐

one, paintings,
but also my TBD, yeah?

You still owe me
my TBD.

Oh, we owe you?

If it wasn't for you,
my best friend would
still be alive.

Sorry.

But I still get my TBD.

And I haven't decided exactly
what it is that I want yet,

but I'm thinking
I would like to own Tesla,

not a Tesla,
but the company Tesla.

Or what about the cover
of "Time," you know?

Hey.

Oh, hi.

I moved money overseas

thinking it was coming
from your account.

Huh?

Why did you have me steal

from the national
security advisor?

Okay, shh, shh, shh.

Um... listen.

Nobody stole
anything, okay?

It just...

This is actually
good news.

Shah wants to help
fund the resistance.

You lied to me once.
Don't do it again.

Okay, fine.

This is a favor for Madeline.

She wants me to get Shah
off the short list

for the vice presidency.

You used me to blackmail her?

No. Nobody is
blackmailing anybody.

Moving large sums of money
to an offshore account,

I know how that looks.

And what was your plan, huh?

Tell Shah you have evidence
of some heinous secret?

Claim you have
the financials

to prove that she was
paying out hush money?

That is actually...
You're smarter than you look.

I don't care what Madeline
is threatening you with.

If you have a soul,
don't do this.

And if Madeline
gets rid of us,

then no one
can help the team.

I'm up against the wall
here, Afreen.

I was able to hack
into Zastita's mainframe

and turn off the alarm
remotely.

(phone ringing)
We noticed, thank you.

Yeah, the security company
needs a verbal "okay"

or they come
and check on the place.

Yeah, how did you know that?

Because the phone's been
ringing off the hook.

Yeah, and we're not exactly
in a position to answer it.

Okay, so the best defense
is a good offense.

I will call
the security company

from a spoofed Croatian
cell number

and claim that
the landline is busted.

Hey, you speak Croatian?
No, you do.

Why would you think
I speak Croatian?

Did you lie on your FBI
core competencies survey?

No, I would not lie on‐‐

Are you‐‐
Yes, I did.

I lied on that.

Do you speak
any Croatian?

(speaking Croatian)

Okay, Plan B.

I can see if I can get
back into the mainframe

and overwhelm their system

and set off all their
customers' alarms at once.

Oh, Matthew Weitz.

Such a pleasure
to see you again.

Thank you for coming in,
Ms. Shah.

No, no, no,
call me Susan.

Now, I don't wanna
embarrass myself,

but I have had
my eye on you

ever since your filibuster
in Helsinki.

You are a good egg.

You do inspiring work
for The Rosera Foundation

for Social Progress.

That's‐‐ How did you‐‐
Um...

Not a lot of people
ask me about my work

outside the office.

Oh, probably
because they're jealous.

You've climbed very far
very fast.

No one wants to hear
you're also a great guy.

Ah, I'm not‐‐ I wouldn't
say a great guy.

Ha‐ha, humble too, hm?

Just the kind of guy
I'd like on my team.

In fact, I was hoping
I could twist your arm

into co‐hosting a benefit
for a charity of my choice‐‐

the Adolescent Welfare Group.

They help abused children
navigate the court process.

Of course they do.

Sorry?

Nope, nothing, that's‐‐
I have heard of them.

So think about it.

I'm sorry, you must
have questions for me.

I do?

Well, the Bureau is vetting
the short list.

I figured that's
what this was about.

Yes! The sh‐‐ Yeah, um...

So...

Congratulations.
You passed‐‐ A‐plus.

Really?
Mm‐hmm.

You don't have
any questions for me?

You know, I just‐‐
This is just a formality.

Just forms to sign.
These are not them.

But I would love to do that
hosting with the children.

Excellent.
Yeah.

I'm gonna... yep.

(Weller and Jane grunting)

Jane...

there's something
written here.

It's etched into the lid.

We said the items in the safe
were red herrings.

(Jane grunting)

Can you...?
I need more leverage.

Can you lean back?

Okay, sorry.

(grunts)

(tape ripping)
(Jane) Almost.

(Weller)
Patterson, I think
we just found the real clue.

All right, it's some
kind of a list.

"A vibrant thread‐‐

"blue, gold, red.

A tapestry.
And a viola da gamba."

A viola da gamba
and what?

Nothing.
That's all it says.

Guys, I hate to be a noodge,

but you guys gotta skedaddle,
like now.

(Weller)
Fine. Decode that list.

We're flying back.

It'd be great to have
the next location

by the time we land.

Oh, yeah,
that's a great idea, Kurt.

Let me just, uh, put that
into my magic beep‐boop machine

and find us an answer.

Whoa, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hold on a second.

It's okay to be upset.
No, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Are you?
Yeah.

I mean, you've been
pretty different

since the news
of little baby Zapata.

Searching for toilet seat
locks online, uh,

panicking about listeria.

Listeria is
a serious disease.

I'm just‐‐
I'm being attentive.

A little obsessively
attentive.

I'm gonna put this out there.

You are trying to be protective
of the baby‐to‐be

because you haven't
been able

to be protective
of your own family.

Wow, that's...

That's ridiculous.

Look what happened
to your father in Helsinki.

You weren't able to keep him
out of harm's way.

My dad is fine.

He's brilliant.
He's resourceful.

He's... not a fetus.
Yeah.

So, if you could stop
playing Freud for a minute,

I would really like
to focus on this clue.

Okay, sorry.
Just trying to...

Never mind.
Okay, right, the clue.

Right, it's the tapestry
and the‐‐ the‐‐

viola da Gaga?

Da gamba, it's‐‐ it's‐‐
it's an old‐school cello.

So... I'm noticing
a pattern here.
Yeah.

For Irving's video,
we were meant to focus

on... the music,
not the words.

With the safe, it was
about the inscription

and not its contents.

What if we're not
meant to focus

on a literal tapestry
and viola?

What if it's about
a depiction of those things?

You mean like a still life?

I mean, he was an art guy.
Vermeer.

Vermeer, Vermeer, Vermeer!

He's pointing us
to "The Concert" by Vermeer,

the most valuable item
in the Gardner collection.

Okay, does it feature
a‐‐ a tapestry

and a viola da gamba?

Uh, well... you tell me.

Always looked like
a weirdly drawn guitar.

Hey, look.
The tapestry.

Red, gold, blue.
This is it.

Wait a second.

We're looking for
the Gardner paintings.

Why would the next clue
be the Gardner paintings?

Maybe the fact
that we're searching

is part of the clue.

Okay, so I saw
a search bar

on Irving's website.
Mm‐hmm.

So, if we type in
the name of the painting...

An FTP site.

(keyboard clacking)

(Patterson)
"Congratulations, you have won

"a thirty‐minute head start.

"The world will know
who I was.

"The next clue will be
posted on the dark web

in half an hour."

Half an hour from when?
What is the next clue?

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

This is... hours,
maybe days

of advanced trigonometric
and hyperbolic functions.

I mean, we need every second
of this head start.

Or we're gonna
lose our smoking gun
against Madeline.

.

Okay, because this problem
is massive

and we're under
a significant time crunch,

I'm crowdsourcing
Irving's latest clue.

What happened to "in my head,
where math is done"?

(Patterson)
Please use pencil

and show your work
so I can check it.

Give one to Sven.
He has a PhD in physics.

This pays better
than academia.

Oh, that's depressing.

You're right.

This... isn't us.

We're stealing
from criminals,

for criminals.

Then why are
we doing it?

Because we don't
have a choice.

If we want
to stop Madeline‐‐

No, we can't keep telling
ourselves that it's...

I want nothing more

than for us to be
at home with Bethany.

You know that.

I wish... we were
building pillow forts,

making pancakes right now,

not on some scavenger hunt
around Europe.

But I refuse to let
my daughter grow up

in a world controlled
by Madeline Burke.

This...

This isn't
about us anymore.

It's about everyone else.

The future.
Yeah.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Rich, pencils down.
All right.

So I inputted all of our answers
into my graphing program,

and...
(sighs)

I got a whole lot of nothing.

Why couldn't this guy
just left a map

like every other maniac
who devises a posthumous
treasure hunt?

CAD.

Did you just call me
a cad?

What's next, are you gonna
slap me with your riding glove?

No, no, no, no, no.
Computer‐Aided Design‐‐ CAD.

Oh, that's a very good idea.

Irving restored art
for a living.

And CAD is exactly
the type of program

an artsy guy like him
would use.

Okay, so if I input
all of our data

into a CAD 3‐D
modeling program,

I get a totally clear answer.

Holy hell.

No, holy monastery.

As in Saint Florence Monastery

in County Limerick in...
Ireland.

We can't wait
for Ink and Mumbles.

He's right. Jane and Weller
are too far east.

Somebody could beat us there.

So what,
we hijack a plane?

None of us can board
a commercial flight
right now, so‐‐

Get us a plane.

I already got you one.

So get us another one.

What am I, made of planes?

I thought you were
the Rich.com of Europe.

No, no, no, if anything,

you are the Ice Cream
of the Americas, or you were.

So prove it.
Get us a second plane.

Give me 40 minutes.

(female reporter on TV)
Less than an hour ago,

National Security Advisor
Susan Shah

was found dead
in her D. C. home.

Police responded
to an anonymous...

You killed her?

Excuse me?
I didn't kill anybody.

Authorities believe
Shah's husband of 15 years

took her life after news broke
about her alleged affair

with a former intern
and the substantial pay‐‐

Hey, it was just
gettin' good.

I told you
I was handling it.

And you did.

Hmph, moving money from
her account to the intern's

making it look
like a bribe?

Hmm, inspired work,
Matthew.

All I did was release
the info to the press.

The media hullabaloo
would've been more than enough

to make her step down.

Who knew her hubby
was such a hothead?

You and Madeline,
you're ruining lives.

Shah's husband killed Shah.

Not Madeline, not me.

(inhales, then exhales)

All this could've
been avoided if you just...

talked some sense into Shah
like you said you would.

There are consequences

to reneging
on a promise, Matthew.

(Patterson)
This monastery is massive.

It's not just a church,
there's a cloister

and a bell tower, a school,
like 60 other buildings.

How the hell are we
supposed to find
these paintings?

Sinner!
Okay, can we focus, please?

If we don't find
those paintings,

we don't get the back door
into Beaconer,

which means
we can't tie Madeline

to Ivy and the Dabbur Zann,

which means we can't stop her
before she executes

a cataclysmic chemical weapons
attack against millions.

Okay, okay, where do
you wanna start?

I don't know.

Morning, Father.

All right, now look alive.

We might not be
the first ones here.

Okay.

Ilya, there are priests
everywhere.

(speaking Russian)

♪♪♪

.

Found it! I know exactly
where you should be.

The monastery's great room.

Yeah, Irving did
a ten‐month restoration

on a painting display there.

We'll send you the details now.
(typing)

(sighs)

Of all the paintings
that Irving could have restored,

this has to be the one?

"Father and Daughter,"
seriously?

Oh, does that have some
sort of resonance for you?

I‐‐ Okay, you know what?
Yes, you're right.

I feel terrible about
not protecting my dad.

He never should've
gone to Helsinki.

I should've put my foot down
and I didn't.

And now you're compensating

by being overly protective
of Zapata.

(scoffs)

My dad is on the run
because of me.

He helped you
because he loves you.

And he's tough.
You said so yourself.

(sighs)
Yeah.

(mimics Irish brogue)
Forgiveness,

especially of one's self,
is a cornerstone of our faith.

Yeah, okay.

Hey, look at this placard.

Some of the letters
are capitalized.

(normal voice)
And some of them aren't.

It's encoded.

Okay, what if we convert
the uppercase letters

to their numeric equivalent?

Holy...

It's a Dewey Decimal number.

He's pointing us
to a book.

It's gotta be
in the monastery's library.

Well, then let's go.
Yeah, okay.

♪♪♪
(bell tolling)

Ah, hey, hey.
I found it.

Whoo, some light
summer reading.

Here, bring it here.

Hey, look,
there's a bookmark.
What?

It's marking the spot
where...

there is a page missing.

Hey, how they doing?

Eh, mezzo‐mezzo.

Hold on, hold on.
I think I found something.

That page looks like
it contains

negative feedback
on one of Irving's

early restorations.

So he tore it
out of the book

because he's a megalomaniac
who can't stand criticism?

Wait, maybe it's not
what's on the page that matters.

Maybe the fact that the page
is missing is the clue.

I like where your head's at.

All right, uh, maybe
we're supposed to be

looking for something, um...

missing or‐‐
or incomplete or...

Amputees!

Right there!
Rich! We are in a library.

Also, that is
extremely insensitive.
It's a painting

of... amputees.

I can see that.

Well, you said look for a clue
where something's missing.

Those people...
are missing limbs.

Guys, we'll get
back to you in a bit.

"The Beggars."

Hey, look at this frame.

There's a piece missing.

Wait a second,
it looked just like...

Bookmark.

♪♪♪

(door creaks)

This is some
Temple of Doom‐ish.

Jesus,
Mary and Jessica Biel.

The Gardner paintings.

(both gasping)

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Okay, let's divide
and conquer.

Um, I'll take the paintings
out of the frames.

You stand guard.
Okay, yeah.

(sighs)
Okay.

(Patterson)
Okay, okay.

Hey, wait a minute.

(gun cocks)
(Ilya)
Hands up... now!

Oh, I don't think so.
We've come too far to‐‐

Patterson,
what are you doing?

Trying not to die.
Goonies never say die!

(speaking Russian)

(Rich)
What? Oh.

Put them in there.

Okay.

Drop your gun.

People don't steal from me.
I steal from people.

Rich, these are not
worth dying for.

(Ilya)
Listen to your friend.

I don't want
to make a scene.

But I will if I have to.

(suspenseful music playing)

Okay.

Just‐‐
You wanna‐‐ Okay.

Just like
a little bit awkward.

Don't‐‐ don't‐‐
do not‐‐ don't‐‐ don't‐‐

You know you're robbing
a priest and a nun.

That's not gonna
sit well with God.

And He sees
the whole thing, right?

So, you know...

(door creaks)

(door slams)

I can't believe you gave away
the Gardner paintings.

.

I'm not letting that ogre
get away with our meal ticket.

Rich, Rich, stop!

Come here.
What?!

I need you to take
a deep breath.

You need me
to take a deep breath?

He just got away with
our one chance at freedom

and you're running
a freakin' Lamaze class?

No, those were not
the real Gardner paintings.

What are you talking about?

(Patterson)
Oh, so satisfying.

These are.

Would Irving, a man
who put decoy clues

in a safe really put
the grand prize

just right out in the open?

No way.
That's not his style.

He always wants us
to dig a little deeper.

That's what he's done
with every single clue!

(Rich gasps)

Oh, sweet.
(laughing)

Oh, my God.

I'm so glad you also
figured that out.

(metal whirring, creaking)

(door opening)

Well, look what's behind
door number two!

It's the Gardner paintings!
Whoo!

All right, all right,
all right.

It's Brennivin.
Icelandic schnapps.

Ooh.

Careful.

Okay, so... here's
to Patterson and Rich

for bringing us
one step closer

to taking down Madeline.

So, hopefully,
one step closer

to going home.

I will drink to that.

And to the death of Ilya.

Ilya and his goon
were in a standoff
with the Irish police,

during which
they refused to back down.

Skal!

It's in bad taste
to toast to someone's death,

even if it's an enemy's.

You do you.

I've got some black‐market
paintings to sell.

Or you could do
the right thing

and give 'em back
to the museum.

(Rich chuckles)
Have you met this man?

I mean, you think he's gonna
take a $5 million finder's fee

when he can sell them
for upwards of $200 million?

I mean, he's an animal.
He's a cold, calculating...

Nobody.

Hm?

Right now, you're a nobody.

You wanna be on the cover
of "Time" magazine.

This may be
your only shot.

I'm listening.

Imagine being the guy
known for finding

and returning
the Gardner paintings.

You'd be on the cover
of "Time" magazine,
probably a book deal.

Oh, yeah, for sure
a book deal.

Which would then probably
get made into a movie.

Paul Rudd is Ice Cream.

"Time," book, movie.
Yeah, okay.

I think I'm going to do
the right thing.

I'll return the paintings,

and if I get famous,
I get famous.

Then our debt's
officially... settled.

Yeah.

Oh, but you still
owe us access to Beaconer.

Oh, yeah.

Voilà.

The key to Beaconer's
back door.

I hope Madeline says
something really good.

Skal.
Skal.

Hey, hey,
can I talk to you?

Can I talk to you
for a second?

Listen, it wasn't me,
I swear.

I didn't release
anything to the press.

It was Shirley.
But we were complicit.

Listen, if we didn't
wire‐transfer that money...

Susan Shah will still
be alive.

But I wouldn't be
and neither would you.

I get that you're
scared, Matthew,

but we need to do
something for Susan.

Yeah, look, I like
your sentiment, I really do.

But we are trapped here.

We can't go
to the authorities.

Madeline is the authorities,
all of them.

Our best move is just
to lay low

and hope that the team
is making progress.

We have to be ready to help
when they call on us.

I got work to do.

I came across
an academic article

posted today.

And it referenced
Madeline's dispersal device.

The article was nonsensical,

but it was written
by a Brian Mudkeele.

That's an anagram
for Madeline Burke.

So someone wanted us
to find that article.

Oh, yeah.

We think that
it was written

by whoever's been sending us
the tattoo clues.

What does it say?
Not much.

At least not till
we decoded it.

(keyboard clacking)
What‐‐ what is it?

Uh, the article decodes to
the chemical formula for ZIP.

We think they're trying
to tell us

that Madeline
is weaponizing it.

If that's true, thousands,
maybe millions of people

could have their minds
just wiped clean.

Their lives, their histories
would be...

Gone.

Whole cities would collapse.

They're not trying
to kill people.

They're trying to erase them.

♪♪♪

(man)
Greg, move your head.

♪♪♪