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How old?

Turns 3 tomorrow.

Congrats.

Birthday cake on me.

I remember the way I felt
on my first strike.

Don't worry, man.

You'll get used to it.

HQ, going in.

FBI AGENT 1
Your signal in?

Remember, no body bags.

FBI AGENT 1
Copy that.

See what's happening.

We're losing feed.

FBI AGENT 1 I think there is
no signal in the basement, sir.

So we're going in blind?

We still have audio.

Keep movin'.

Authorization to keep moving.

10-4.

MAN 1
Stay on team lead.

I'm getting some chatter.

Accelerate pace.

Take a right.

Right at corridor,
stay on gridlines.

Stay in formation.

Down the hallway.

Stop at staircase.

I'm not seein' a staircase.

Staircase shows
on the blueprint.

Are you sure?

FBI AGENT 1
Affirmative.

Negative on the staircase.

What does that mean?

Means we're getting closer.

No, sir.
Somethings off we should abort.

Nonsense.

FBI AGENT 1
Sir, can I proceed?

FBI AGENT 1
I repeat,

may I have your authorization
to proceed, sir?

Proceed.

Authorization to proceed.

Continue on team lead.

They're here.

I don't know how they found me.

You said I'd be safe here.

No.

No time for that.

I will do what I have to.

My wife and son,
make sure they get the payment.

Tell them I love them.

That my work was for them.

Thermal view, one live target.

Okay,
remember we need him alive,

no matter what.

Copy.

FBI!

Open the door!

Target is not compliant.

Permission to blow, sir?

Sir?

Blow the door.

Blow it.

Breach, breach, breach!

Here we go, here we go!

Put the gun down!

Move, move!

No!

What was that noise?

Steve?

Talk to me.

Question number 5.

Where was Shawn Mendes born?

Toronto.

Oh, 5 for 5!

She knows everything there is
to know about this kid.

I don't know
what he smells like.

Nor will you.

My friend Jess and I think

he probably smells
like the woods in hockey.

Yeah, he does look
like he'd smell like that.

I like this.

What?
The pop quiz?

No, silly, weekends with you.

I wish it was a whole week.

Yeah, me too.

I miss you
telling me funny stories

before I asleep.

Staying the night,
making me breakfast.

I love mommy,
but I wanna live with you.

Well, I thought like you're
grown-up for a second.

I am a grown-up.

I'm 8 years old.

Oh, you're 71.

8 minus 1.

And I have a boyfriend.

You have a boyfriend.

Who?

It's none of your business.

Listen,
what I wanted to tell you is...

It wasn't my choice

that you went
to live with your mother

and it wasn't her fault either.

It's...
It's a decision the judge made.

Why didn't Mr. Judge ask
for my opinion?

Well, you know,
considering the circumstances

with me losing my job,
it was an understandable choice.

They ruled in favor
of your mother.

But why?

Well, the judge was to make sure
I have a job, you know?

I can provide for you.

I saw a sign
at the grocery store

that said they were hiring.

Yeah.

Okay, well,
let's go look into that.

And when I do get a job,

I will be going
for full custody.

You promise?

Well, it depends.

You're gonna smile for me?

Oh, okay, we're really good
at killing time.

When does the movie start?

Half an hour.

I will take this,
you'll eat popcorn.

Heard you watched it happen,
the suicide?

No,
but it doesn't get any easier.

Hey, Steve, check this out.

Something tells me
this ain't a printer test here.

Found it in the safe.

Where did all the easy cases go?

What do you think it is?

STEVE
I have no idea.

It's strange.

Strange how?

It's got Chinese, Latin, Arabic,

numbers, circles, hieroglyphics,

and random shapes,
and random patterns.

Code.

Yeah, I can send an email of it
to you.

No, no, no, let's not risk
a security breach.

This might be our only lead
to solvin' this case

now that we lost the ability
to interrogate our suspect.

Bag it up, keep it safe.

I'll send a forensic team down
to test on site.

Copy that.

Sir, we don't have anyone
in-house capable

of deciphering
something like this.

And the one brain
that could have cracked it

just got sprayed on the wall.

There is someone.

Someone we can bring in
from the outside.

I served
with a military cryptanalyst

a while back.

He's currently on leave
from the NSA.

For what reason?

Family.
Best crypt analyst I know, sir.

You trust him?

Like I trust you.

Alright.

Full report on him
on my desk ASAP

and his eyes on that document
in next two hours.

Okay, little miss,
you're taking your daddy to see

Pinky Princess.

Okay.

Hello.

Kurt?

What happened to your number?

I'll be pretty easy to remember.

Hey, what's happening?

Uh, right in the middle
of something.

Can it wait till tomorrow.

I understand.

Okay, I'll get back to you.

Just give me a couple
of minutes.

Ann.

It's okay, daddy.

Don't you worry about me.

I'm so sorry, sweetie,

but listen, there is good news,
okay?

It's a...

good lead to a full-time job,
this thing,

and if that happens you know,
the judge would love that.

And then I'll live with you.

Look, it's one assignment

that may not lead
to a full-time thing,

but if it does,

you will be the first thing
I ask for, okay?

Yeah.

So we can you know,
we can see the movie tomorrow.

But, daddy, you know,
I have school tomorrow.

Okay,
what are you studying tomorrow?

Math.
-Oh.

Well, listen, two hours
of school's not gonna kill you

and it just so happens

your dad's
a pretty good mathematician,

so you're gonna inherit
that skill no problem.

Runs in our blood.

So what are we gonna tell
the school?

You can tell 'em
you have a court appointment.

Yeah?

And what are you
gonna tell mommy?

I was studying at school.

Mmm.

I love you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Will Scott's file, sir,
as you requested.

Kurt's already contacted him.

He's currently en route.

Agent Victor Virkler.

Will Scott.

We've been waiting for you.

Okay.
-Follow me.

This contains symbols
and character combinations

I've never seen before.

How many hours is this
gonna set us back?

I'm afraid this is not
a one or two-hour operation.

This could take days.

Would I be able
to take this back with me

and analyze it further?

No, that is not proper protocol.

But I... I can check,
hold on a second.

Sir, I have
cryptologist Will Scott here.

He's...

Sir, but the process
is going to longer

than what was expected.

How do you like to proceed?

Copy that.

Sir, you're on speakerphone.

Mr. Scott,
this is Robert Martin.

First off, thank you
for jumping onboard

on such short notice.

Despite your mishap at the NSA,

I've reviewed your file
and based on your skill set

it seems like you are
the right man for the job

and Kurt speaks highly of you,

so it's a pleasure to have you
on our team.

Pleasure's mine, sir.

ROBERT That being said this
document is extremely sensitive

and I cannot allow it
to leave the building

until forensics
swept the entire premises,

so it definitely won't be
going anywhere with you.

We're clearing some space
for you here now in our office

and you start tomorrow morning,
understood?

Yes, sir.

Okay, guys.

This code, whatever it is,
it's extremely important.

So we have two objectives,
1, keep it in our hands

and 2, give this man
whatever he needs

to crack this case wide open.

Got it?
Yes, sir.

Sir, I could oversee
the transfer of documents

if you'd like.

It's alright,
Steve will handle that.

You just keep an eye
on this cryptanalyst here, okay?

MAN 5 Uh, the latest on this is
we have one confirmed fatality

at this point.

We are still searching
for five other victims.

WOMAN 1 Okay, do we know if they
were living in the state house?

I mean if they...

Everything okay?

I need a hammer.

What you got?

Somethin' inside the walls.

Hammer.

Hey, sweetheart, it's daddy.

NEWS REPORTER this explosion
happened and then subsequently...

Listen, about our little secret
tomorrow...

No longer really a secret.

I bet your mom's gonna
get this message before you do.

Listen,
I'm gonna have to cancel.

I'm really sorry.

It just work things
got a little crazy,

but we'll reschedule, okay?

I'm really sorry.

I love you.

I'll talk to you soon.

Okay, sweetheart?

Bye.

WILL
Hey, sweetheart, it's daddy.

Listen, about our little secret
tomorrow...

No longer really a secret.

Who was it?

Wrong number.

NEWS REPORTER Officials have
confirmed the loss of eight FBI agents

in a devastating
warehouse explosion

in East Los Angeles.

Exactly why the FBI were
on the premises,

as well as
what caused the explosion,

have not yet been determined.

In the interest of privacy
for the investigation,

as well as their families,
the identities of the deceased

are not being released
at this time.

Exactly what caused
the explosion is a mystery

as the FBI begin
to investigate exactly

what caused this blast.

Was it a planned bombing?

Could have been caused
by an IED?

Or was it a mere accident?

The initial ATF report
just came back.

They found embedded explosives
within the building.

What do you mean embedded?

We swept every inch.

It appears they loaded
the false room C4

and detonated remotely.

Might explain the missing room.

They knew we were there.

I know.

Yes, everybody responsible
for this knew

this day was coming.

They...

They planned this out
a long time ago.

Important, Andr�?

Text from Lao.

He and Agent Carter just arrived
at Steve Vilker's house.

That's uh,
eight families to answer to.

You can't blame yourself, sir.

No, Kurt.

We have to blame ourselves, too.

You know why?

Because there is no one else
to blame right now

until we catch the bastards
that are responsible for this.

The buck stops here.

Right here, in this room.

It's on us.

Now where are we at
with this suicide victim?

Ugh, no ID, yet.

They're preparing DNA samples
as we speak.

The answers will come in
as soon as results do.

Well, his identity is the only
piece of this puzzle

we have left.

Hurry up!

Gonna be late for work.

It's okay, mom, I'm ready.

It's not like I'm old enough
to spend two hours

to put makeup on yet.

Thank God.

It'll come soon.

Alright, smart mouth.

Alright, let's go.

Kurt, uh,
Will Scott called my desk

and asked
if you can call him back.

Sounded urgent.

Okay, thanks, Ashley.

Will, you okay?

What's goin' on?

WILL
Um, fine.

I... I just saw the explosion
on the news.

Kurt, I'm sorry about your men.

Yeah, shit's crazy.

WILL Listen uh, you
know, an hour earlier

I would have been there.

Do you know who's behind it?

Anything?

No, not yet.

We're still working on it.

Hey listen,
that uh, document went up

with everything else
in the warehouse.

So we're uh, not gonna
need you anymore you know?

Yeah, I get it.

I need to ask you a favor.

Will, now is not the time.

Listen, it won't take much time
and it's really important.

Okay, shoot.

Okay, you know, I don't have
access to the system anymore.

I need you to run a name for me.

Jimmy Gordon.

Is he the culprit?

What are you after him for?

Can't really tell anymore
just now,

but could you
please run the name for me?

What are you not telling me?

Look, you know what?

Don't worry about it all.

I'll run it
through someone else.

Oh, come on, stop.

You know, let me see
what I can dig up on... what's...

What's his name?

WILL
Okay.

Jimmy Gordon.

Jimmy Gordon.

Alright.

Thanks.

Kurt, again, I'm really sorry
about your guys.

Yeah, me, too.

Hey, what'd you find?

Your man uh, Jimmy Gordon
was a respectable banker,

Caucasian, 50 years old,
originally from Arizona,

clean, with no criminal records,
born 1967,

and dead two months ago
from cardiac arrest.

Dead?

KURT Yeah, it says here a
heart attack took him out.

Okay, do you have
an exact death date?

Uh, August 16, 2020.

You gonna tell me
who this guy is?

Will?

Thank you for your help.

I'll call you back.

How you feelin'?

Like everyone else.

A little shook up.

Sir, who was your source
for the warehouse tip?

You know,
I can't share that, Kurt.

I have to protect my source.

Sir, but your... all due respect,
your source did not protect us.

We lost eight agents.

Our family.

They were my family, too.

But, sir, I...
-Enough.

Stop it.

Sir, just one more thing.

Are... are you sure your source
is only playing for one team?

Think about it.

Anna.

Everything okay?

I'm fine.

Hmm.

Well, you don't sound fine.

What's the matter, kiddo?

I'm not a kid.

Yes, I know.

You're growing up so fast,

but you'll always be
my little girl

and I'll always be your momma.

Okay?

What's on your mind?

Mom.

Yeah?

Did daddy ever call?

Um...

I don't think so, baby.

So we received positive ID

on our microwave
suicide shooter.

Alex Mais,
42 years old, Albanian national

came to the US in '98.

No priors, clean as a whistle.

The guy went to Boston College,
got a BS in computer science.

Later went to MIT
and got a masters

in computer engineering
in '05.

He moves to Santa Monica

where he meets
Russian-born Marta Ulo.

They marry in the spring of '06.

Have nothing on her either.

A housewife with no record.

Well, let's bring her in
for questioning.

We need to know
what flipped Alex's switch,

who he's working for.

So old roommates, neighbors,
teachers,

see what you guys
can dig up, huh?

Peterson, Norville,
you guys head out to Boston,

everybody else,
you're scouring the LA area.

Okay, guys?

Dismissed.
Yes, sir.

Let's get it done, come on.

When he says he wants to sweep,

you start with
all the municipal districts.

Run everything through me.

Yes, sir.

You look like you could
use some sleep.

It's not a nice thing
to say to a lady.

I didn't mean it like that.

I just meant... just...
-No... no, it's fine, Andr�.

Yeah, I can use some sleep.

So grab some winks.

I mean it, Rees.

Kurt and I,
we can keep things moving.

Okay?

Okay.

"To everything there is a season

and a time to every purpose
under heaven.

A time to weep
and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn,
and a time to dance."

We thank You
for Will's life here on Earth

and we recognize that this body
that lies before us

is not Will.

Rather it's the house
in which he lived

and we acknowledge
that Will is rejoicing even now

in your very presence,

enjoying the blessings
of heaven.

MAN 7 Surprised you're
still alive, I'm sure.

Who is this?

Where the hell am I?

MAN 7
One question at a time.

I think you know where you are,
Will Scott.

How do you know my name?

MAN 7 All your questions
will be answered in time,

Mr. Scott.

Now, follow my instructions
and everything will be okay.

What instructions?

What are you talkin' about?

What the fuck is goin' on?

Get me out of here!

MAN 7
Calm down, Will.

Now's not the time
to get agitated.

The average human being consumes

around 0.5 liters
of oxygen per minute.

You've been in this coffin
for five hours

and almost 21 minutes,

which leaves you
with approximately nine minutes

of breathing oxygen.

So I suggest you do as I say

and then we can have
a nice long chat,

fireside perhaps.

Now, listen closely.

There's a trigger
above your head.

MAN 7
Twist the handle.

Now push.

You buried me alive.

You piece of shit.

I wanna know what's goin' on,
right now!

MAN 7
I'm on your side.

What are you talkin' about?

You put me in there!

MAN 7
I never said that.

Well, if you didn't, who did?

Okay, tell me who you are

and who put me in coffin
to begin with!

MAN 7
You're getting sidetracked

and you're asking
the wrong question.

I think it's a pretty damn
reasonable question!

MAN 7
Listen, you were dead

and I'm offering you
a new life here.

Come meet me
and I'll explain everything.

Where?

MAN 7 There's a black car
parked across the street

in the alleyway.

Key's in the ignition.

I suggest you get moving.

Black Chevy?

007EM77.

Okay, I'm in the car.

What next?

MAN 7 The GPS on the dash, turn
it on, and follow the direction.

MAN 7 That wasn't so hard, was it, Will?

Where are you takin' me?

MAN 7
You'll see enough.

Listen, I just woke up
in a fucking coffin1

I think I deserve
some goddamn answers!

MAN 7
Relax, Will.

Once you arrive
at your destination,

I'll make sure you get answers
to all your questions.

You have 32 minutes.

Hello?

God f... dammit.

We're sorry, you have reached
the number that is disconnect...

Shit!

Begin driving.

Continue straight.

In 200 meters, turn right.

Keep right.

Keep right.

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