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- Previously
on "The Endgame"...

- You look just like a guy
I knew in Ukraine, he's dead.

- Horek is a dead man.

- There's other methods
of pest control

that don't leave a mess.

- [speaking in Russian]

- Looks like Ferret
found himself a friend

with nothing to lose, huh?

- Goes by Samson.
Doing life for arson.

- This is a problem.

[gunfire]

- Get in the door!

- I'm good.

You missed me, huh?

- Hi.

- Chief of Staff Swanstrom
wants us to conference.

Victory lap, Val.

- Great news all around.

The president
was thrilled to hear it.

- All of your targets
are in this photo.

- If you don't work
for Elena Fedorova,

who do you work for?

- We keep hearing
the name Belok.

They're a crime family.

Enemies of Elena Fedorova?
Snow White?

- If you had the chance,
would you forgive Isaac Bigby

for killing your mother?

Isaac Bigby's address.

- Now piss off
before I call a cop.

- Pathetic.

- [groans]

- I'd like to report
a possible heroin overdose.

[tense music]

♪

- Laced cigarettes--
your signature move.

That was homicide.

- That was closure.

- You timed that delivery guy
to come to Bigby's home.

- He orders the same thing
every night.

- All that so I could see
his last breath?

- [sighs]
I wish I could have been there.

[device beeping]

But now, with this Bigby gone,

you'll see how it changes you--
how well you'll sleep.

[electricity buzzing]

[intense music]

♪

[electricity humming]

- What did you do?

- Nothing.

- You're telling me
the lights went out

and the door just opened,

and you don't have
anything to do with it?

- I would say we're both
in the dark, Agent Turner.

- What are you hearing?
- Walkie is fried.

Put in fresh batteries
an hour ago. It's dead.

- Same.
Lights are out everywhere.

- What's the head count
for personnel?

- Seven guards.

- Secure the entrances
and the perimeter.

Report back to me.

We need to figure out
what the hell is going on.

- Yes, boss.

- Power is out
in the whole compound.

- What are these lights?

- Think they run on a generator

that dates back
to the Cold War.

SWAT's shift change
was an hour ago.

We've only got a skeleton crew
here at night.

- My weapon's in the gun locker
in the muster room.

- Same.

I'll get them.
Stay back.

All eyes on her.

[alarms blaring]

- Attention, all inmates!

Everybody up! Everybody up!

[door buzzes]

- On your feet.
Assemble in the cafeteria.

- What's going on?

- Fire in B-wing.
- What's going on?

- Everybody up!

We're moving out.

[indistinct chatter]

[intense music]

♪

- Hey, what are you doing?
Who are you?

Identify yourself.

You hear me?
Step out now.

[grunts]

[stabbing]
[groans]

- I'm not taking any chances.

This is Snow White
trying to break you out.

- I've never lied to you,
Agent Turner.

Tonight is not
the night that changes.

[distant thunking and groaning]

- What was that?

- Sounded like a body dropping.

I promise you,
this is not Snow White.

Which means we may have
a very big problem.

♪

This is kind of like
a sleepover, no?

Classic American tradition.

Never had one.
Are they always this much fun?

- You say this
isn't Snow White.

If that's true, who is it?

Who would be stupid enough

to attack a federal base
on American soil?

- I have a hypothesis,
and if I'm correct,

the answer has been
in front of you for days.

- The photograph?

Everyone in that photograph's
been taken out.

There is a blurry shape
in the background.

That's all that's left.

- A quintessential
sleepover activity, no?

Telling scary stories
in the dark?

That blurry shape
is called "The Ghost."

- CIA?

[soft dramatic music]

I've only ever heard him
mentioned once--

an investigation
I was involved in.

A sheik and his American family

were killed in a gas leak
in Qatar.

Rumors were they were
actually murdered

by a deep-cover operative.

"The Ghost."

I was just out of Quantico.

I thought the veteran agents
were trying to scare me.

- They weren't.

If The Ghost is coming for us,

I'm going to need
some different clothes.

And you better help
Director Réal get those guns.

♪

- [grunting]

Son of a bitch.

Guns are sealed in.

Locks are electronic
and they're all fused.

- The electronics are dead.
Computers, everything--

an electromagnetic pulse

that can knock out all
the electronics in Fort Totten.

- They don't exactly
grow on trees.

- [sighs]

Have you ever heard
of "The Ghost?"

- CIA operative.

Wet Work specialist.
Fedorova says he's behind this?

- Techs could never identify
who that was.

- That's bad news.

The Ghost fell off the map
after going rogue.

Killed two marines.

Means he won't hesitate
to come after any of us,

unless Fedorova
was trying to taunt us

because this could still be
an escape attempt.

The holding cells
in the basement,

with the two
Snow White lieutenants?

- They operate on
an electronic system too.

- Meaning either the EMP
fused those cells shut...

- Or disabled
the locks entirely.

- All right, go sit on Fedorova.
I'll check the cells.

- Louie, what is this?
It's not the plan.

- No.
[electricity crackling]

[door clunks]

But it might work
to our benefit anyway.

I think there may be a way
to get out of here.

- The door lock.

- When the fluorescent lights
up, I think the door unlocks.

- We just have
to time it right.

- Hey, back away from the bars.

- What's going on,
Director Réal?

Someone forget to pay
the electrical bill?

[door rattling]

- Power outage.

It's nothing for you
to worry about.

Get comfortable.

- Oh, definitely.

We're getting out of here soon.

- Agent Flowers.
Burning the midnight oil?

- Got something for you.

The console in the War Room,
the blinking light

Fedorova has been getting
messages from?

We got one a couple hours ago.

"The little potato
covers ground on every part."

- The little potato?

I'll get it
in the decoder right now.

- Val may have some ideas.
[line rings]

- You've reached
Agent Valerie Turner.

Please leave a message.
- Weird.

Val doesn't turn her phone off
or let it die, like, ever.

I'll try Totten.

- Fort Totten's dark.

Could be a communications
error, but...

- Let's get Doak on the line.

- He said he had an appointment

and not disturb him
on any account.

- At 11:00 p.m.?

- Mm-hmm.

- Keep at that code.
I'm going to take a ride.

- The Ghost.
Tell me what you know about him.

- His real name is Lucas Crowe.

He works for the CIA
Special Activities Division.

Black Ops.

He's a kind, gentle man

that orchestrated the bombing
of my wedding.

- He's your last target.

- We had plans for him today.
This wasn't it.

My guess is he caught on
to what was happening

with his partners,

and instead of waiting
for Snow White to come to him,

he decided to come
to Snow White.

- And you're his primary target?

- We'll see.

Until then, tell me.

What did you think about me
when we first met?

- This is not a sleepover.

- It kind of is.

You're welcome to borrow
my pajamas if you want.

Isn't that what friends do?

- Something tells me you
haven't had very many friends.

- I used to have a friend once.

Her name was Natalia.

- Used to?

Sounds promising.

- I learned a lot from her.

I was very vulnerable
when we first met.

I had been held captive
for weeks.

An hour sleep at a time.

- What, some kind of terrorist?

- Mm, something like that.

[baby wailing]

- Shh.

Shh.
[baby wailing]

[singing softly]

[shushing, sobs]

[cries]

- Are you all right?

- She won't stop crying.

- I have two little ones
at home.

May I?

[baby wailing]

[baby fussing]

She was just feeling
a little insecure.

- That makes two of us.

My husband's away on business.

It's taking longer
than expected.

I thought I could handle it.

- It's hard to do this alone.

Believe me. I know.

[chuckles]

- Looks like she likes you
more than me.

- Nonsense.

Come on.
Let's get you home, mm?

These gardens
are boring anyway.

Aren't they, little one?

[chuckles]

- Thank you.

- Wait for it.

Now!
[doors clanking]

Ta-da.

- Couldn't get mine.

- I'll do some recon.
Back in a minute.

- Oh.

Be careful.
- Shh, quiet, love.

- What?
What is it?

Louie, don't.

- You!
[thumping and shouting]

- Louie!

[both grunting]

Louie!

- Ah!

- [whispering]
Oh, come on, come on.

[door clanks]

Louie, I'm coming.

Louie! Where is he?

- He's just gone.

.

[alarms blaring]

[indistinct chatter]
- Everybody, listen up.

The warden's got
an announcement.

- As I'm sure you can hear,
we got a fire going.

This is the furthest place
from it,

so this is where
we're going to wait it out.

Fire department
will be here soon enough

to deal with all this.

Everyone, stay calm.

- I don't trust this.

- You think the warden's
up to something?

- No, I'm thinking yesterday,
Horek made a friend

with an arsonist.

And today there's a fire.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

[footsteps]

- Who's there?

Show yourself right now.
[dramatic music]

- [groaning]

- How the hell did you get out?

- We need your help.

He's been stabbed.

- No. What happened?

- He's here--The Ghost.
Louie fought him.

- Guards are all gone.
He must've taken them out.

- [gasping]

- He's got an abdominal wound.

And sounds like
it's getting worse.

Tension pneumothorax.

His lung collapsed.
I need medical supplies.

Stay here.
Don't let him move.

- I don't trust him.
He'd be happy to let Louie die.

- Not gonna happen.
Louie's our responsibility.

All three of you are.

- Yeah, much good that is.

- Director Réal was a corpsman
in the Marines.

If it were my fiancé
bleeding out on the floor there,

the one person
I'd want on my side is him.

- He's the best we got, love,

unless you know
how to reinflate a lung.

- Look, I need you to tell me

exactly what you saw
in the basement.

- It's like he came
out of nowhere.

But I--
[groans, coughs]

- Louie wounded him.
I don't know how badly.

But then Crowe
just disappeared.

I know he's called The Ghost,

but he can't literally walk
through walls, right?

- No, but the question is
how he made you think that.

He's injured. That's good.

- And wherever he's patching
himself up now,

doesn't matter.

He can't get here.

This is the safest place
in Fort Totten.

There's only one entrance.

- All right.

You have air trapped

in the lung lining
and the chest wall.

I'm gonna need to let it out.

- We can't just sit and wait.
We need weapons.

- We don't have anything.

Everything's behind
electronic locks.

- There must be something.

- This won't be pleasant.

- [groaning]

[air hissing]
[gasps]

- It's okay.
You're okay. You're okay.

- There's an old storage locker
in the basement.

Hasn't been used
for decades.

We already know Crowe
has access to the basement.

Val, take someone with you.

I need to stay and monitor.

- Well, come on, let's go.

- I'm not leaving him alone
with you.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Looks like
I'm your only option.

- You think I trust you
with my safety?

- I'm trusting you with mine.

We have a common enemy.

It's not in my interest

to let The Ghost
kill either one of us.

- You make one false move...

[lock clatters, clicks]

- Oh, friendship bracelet.

Another sleepover tradition,
no?

♪

- You've reached
Agent Valerie Turner--

[siren wailing]
- [sighs]

[line rings]

- Flowers?
- Any word from Totten?

- None. There's been reports
of a power outage in the area.

Traffic lights are out
for two miles in Bay Terrace,

so if you're headed there,

you might have to end up
going on foot.

Keep your guard up.
- Thanks, Halima.

- One more thing--
that code "the little potato"?

We've run it through
84 different numerical ciphers.

Tried it in English,
Ukrainian, Russian,

half a dozen
other Slavic languages.

Dead end.

- I'll pass it on to Val
if she ever answers.

[phone beeps]

[line ringing]

Where the hell is everybody?

[phone buzzing]

- You've got somewhere
more important to be?

- [chuckles]
No. No, I do not.

When the chief of staff calls,
I drop everything.

- Well, then, cheers.

Two of Fedorova's
top lieutenants

both off the chessboard today.

First Capital Security Bank
back in our hands too.

To a job well done.

- Well, thank you,
Ms. Swanstrom.

- You know, we're similar.
You and I.

- Flattered you think that.

- We may not be the face
of our respective operations,

but we hold the power.

Bet in your academy days,

you didn't think
you'd end up here.

- [chuckles]

I may have entertained
the idea.

- Mm.

What do you know about
a group called the Beloks?

- Not much.

They're a shadowy group
in Ukraine,

a family operation.

- The name keeps coming up.

I'm having my people
look into it too.

- The White House has been very
impressed by your leadership

over the last few days.

- Do you mean...
- Mm, The Big Man.

We're hoping to make you
our point person

on this operation.

Make a change.

- What about Director Réal?

- You're boots on the ground.
Fresher intel.

That's more of what
we're looking for.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Where's SWAT?

♪

- A vent.
It has to be an entry point.

- Réal wasn't kidding when
he said this thing was dated.

They cleared out Totten
during the Cold War.

None of this has been touched
since then.

- A dagger and scabbard?

What, in case he's a musketeer?

That one won't fire, or it
will misfire in your hand.

It's been here for too long.

I promise you, half
of these things are useless.

- You know, I'm actually
a trained FBI agent.

I know about weaponry.

- I'm an illicit arms dealer.
So do I.

- Your friend, Natalia--

how long she manage
to stick it out?

Two minutes? Three?

- Would you rather
I not tell you

about the faulty weaponry?

Ah.

Landmine.

Now, that we can use.

- Blueprints from
when Totten was operating

during the Cold War.

Not that much different
from today.

- You think
I haven't seen those?

Rona has a picture of it
on her phone if you want.

- Doesn't it get tiring?
Hmm?

The notes, plans--

being in control all the time.

What happens
if you let your guard down?

- The CIA sends an assassin
to kill you.

[dramatic music]

We need to get moving.

- Wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

This blueprint--
this is Fort Totten too,

when it was first built
during the Civil War.

The Cold War version
we're in now,

it's a retrofit.

The old Fort Totten

had a layout of passageways
throughout it

that were sealed off

behind the walls
during the retrofit.

- That's how
he's getting around.

If he has this, he can
literally walk through walls.

- Look. There's a passageway
that leads directly

above the Assembly Room.

Right above your cell.

- Which you thought was
the safest place in Fort Totten.

- Everyone in that room--
sitting ducks.

♪

[muffled thunking]

- He's right above us.

[shuffling continues]

- We need to get back
the others. Now.

.

[knock on door]

- Come in.
Please forgive the mess.

- Don't worry about it.
Sergey still not back?

- He had to extend his trip
another few weeks.

[baby fussing]

- I brought you this mixture
of licorice and fennel.

It's an old remedy
my mom would use

on me and my sister
to help us sleep.

- You're a godsend.

[baby crying]

Go ahead.
- You don't want to?

- I wanted this so badly.

Now I'm starting to think
maybe I wasn't meant for it.

I'm--

I don't know.
I'm all wrong, Natalia.

- Just...

just take her.

[soft music]

♪

- That instantaneous,
unbreakable connection

we're all supposed to have?

Sometimes it requires time.

You're not a bad mother
and you're not alone.

- [sighs]

This belonged to my mother.

It's one of the few things
I still have of hers.

- It's beautiful.

- I want you to have it.

- I can't.

- If it hadn't been for you,

I don't think I would have
survived the last few weeks.

Please take it.

- I'll treasure it forever.

[phone buzzing]

- Yes, please.

- Shh.

- Hello.
- Lenochka.

Just checking on you,
my sweet.

You've been
in low spirits lately.

- [sighs]
I've been having a hard time.

- I know, love.
I'm home very soon.

- Natalia is here.

She always
makes me feel better.

- Natalia, your new friend?

When she leaves, call back.

I'd like to talk to you
about her.

The name she gave you
doesn't check out.

- [humming]

- [groans]

- Feels like
you're enjoying this.

- We've got to keep relieving
the pressure.

- Don't worry.

I've no regrets.

For Queen and Country,
remember?

- I do, forever.

- True believers.

- Just like you.

[door opens]

- We need to get everyone
out of here stat.

Old plans for Fort Totten.

The Ghost has
a direct pathway here.

- I don't think
we should leave just yet.

If we know exactly
where he's coming to,

perhaps we can use this
information to our advantage.

- Actually, I agree with her.

- Obviously you have a plan.
What is it?

[dramatic music]

♪

[impatient chatter]

- All right, easy.
Keep it calm.

- What's taking so long?

Is the fire department
even coming?

- They're on the way.
- He's stirring them up.

- Stay cool. Stay cool.
- Hey!

- I smell smoke.

- Eyes open, Owen.
- Do any of you smell smoke?

- Hell yeah, I do.
- Where's the warden then?

- Calm down.

- Is he just going
to leave us here to die?

- It's locked.
It's locked!

[all shouting, clamoring]

- Owen.

- Hey, chill! Chill!

Calm down.
Chill, chill.

[both grunting]

- It's a directional
fragmentation mine.

Upward blast cone.

Triggered
by this pressure plate.

Ghost lands, steps off it,

boom.

- He'll land here
after he drops through.

- And we'll be ready
when he does.

Let's dig a hole for the mine.

- Louie, come on.
- [groans]

- You must admit.
We work well together.

- I'm just trying to keep us
all from getting killed.

We're not a team.

- What you said before
about control--

you are correct.

I have control
over many things,

but what I really want
is so simple.

To take my daughter
to the park...

To spend so much time
in the sun

she can count her new freckles.

And then go home.

Like you say in your movies,
I want the fairy tale.

- Is that "Pretty Woman?"

- My mother-in-law
had a bootleg copy.

Terrible Russian dub.

I had to learn English
just so I could

experience the movie properly.

[dramatic music]

♪

Landmine armed.

Very slowly, very carefully.

Once he steps on it,
it's armed.

Once he steps off,
it blows.

[muffled thunking]

- He's here. Let's go.

♪

[vent creaks, opens]

No! Don't move.

♪

- Uh, Val?

- Anthony, do not move.

.

[soft dramatic music]

- [whistling]

[doorknob rattles, clicks]

- You must be Sergey.

- And you must be Natalia.

- Elena is just napping
with Sofiya.

I'll head home.

- I'll let her rest.
Two minutes.

- The pot is warm. Tea?

You weren't due back
for three days.

- Ah, finished early.
I couldn't wait to get back.

- Mm.

- She told me
how much help you've been.

Can't tell you
how grateful I am.

- Motherhood is hard.

We're peas in a pod,
she and I.

- Mm.

[tense music]

- If I don't walk out of here,

I have ten men outside
who will start firing.

- So do I.

You won't get far.

[dramatic music]

- No bullets will fly
in this apartment today.

Sofiya is asleep.
I will not have her woken.

Who do you work for?

- [chuckles]

People work for me.

- You were waiting
for him to return

so you could kill us
all together.

- All the Vodianov eggs
in one basket.

It's a pity, Lenochka.

I so enjoyed our talks.

- We need to pack.
We need to leave.

They know we're here.
- This isn't over.

- Of course it's not.
[lock clicks]

- [sighs]
I had a vulnerable moment.

It won't happen again.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I should have been there.

I should have had your back.

[alarms wailing]

[all shouting]

- I know you tried to kill me.
You tried to poison me!

- Hey!

- [grunts]

- Hey!

Hey!

- You gonna try and save
your buddy?

[loud thunk]

- No. Oh, damn.

[intense music]

♪

- You're done, Turner.

- Stay as still as possible,
Anthony.

- I'm trying, Val.

- We might be able
to delay the blast--

four-second delay, possibly.

- Possibly?

- It's Louie's best guess
without examining

the trigger spring.

It may have corroded.
It may be fused.

So somewhere around
four seconds,

maybe more or less.

But I think I can doctor
the trigger system.

- He's your man.
You decide.

- Shape of the blast zone?

- Upward and conical.
Radius 6 feet.

- All right with you, Anthony?

- only option we got.

- You change
how the Belleville spring

hits the delay element.

[intense music]

- [groans]

- What's wrong?

- My heart feels like
it's jumping out of my chest.

- Your pulse is over 200.

His heart's failing.

There's a defibrillator
in the muster room,

but we need
to move him there now.

- Go. I'll finish.

[muffled thunk]

[distant rattling]

- He's coming.
For real this time.

- Val?
What the hell do we do?

♪

- Don't move.

- Lucas Crowe.

It's nice to finally
meet you in person.

- I use knives
'cause I like them.

Doesn't mean
I didn't bring a gun.

♪

.

- Quick, get him on the table.

- Come on, Louie.
- Get his shirt open.

- Come on, come on.

Easy, easy.

- It's supraventricular
tachycardia.

I don't even know if this
is a convertible rhythm,

but what choice do we have?

[defibrillator beeps]

- Louie?

Louie. Louie.

- He passed out, boss.

- All right, let's just hope
I'm right and he cardioverts,

because
this is his only chance.

Clear!

[defibrillator beeps]

It's not producing
enough joules.

That damn generator.

- You can't let him die.

- Drop your weapon.
You're under arrest.

- You're defending her?
- Against a rogue attack.

You're no better than she is.
- Now, now.

- Is it a rogue attack,
or do I have

the highest possible authority
to be here?

You have no idea
what she's planning, do you?

Still?

'Cause if you knew--
- Now!

- What brilliant plan is this?

- What happened?

- The spring mechanism,
it didn't work.

- Nice try.

[click]

On your feet, both of you.

Give me the gun.

[beeping]

[both grunt]

- What?

If I want to get to her,
I got to go through you first?

- Something like that.

[intense music]

♪

- Nice work.

- You too.

- Clear!

It's just not
producing enough power.

- Come on,
try again one more time.

- All right. Clear.

Come on!

[electricity whirs]
[beep]

- [gasps]

- What happened?
The power's back on.

[door opens]
- FBI!

- FBI, freeze.
Nobody move.

- Let me see your hands.
- Don't move!

- All right, all right.
I'm Agent Flowers.

I called you here.

- Hands where I can see them.

- Hey, hey, hey, go easy.
We've all been under attack.

- We need you to clear
this room immediately, Turner.

- Let's go.

- I can't believe it,

but with all this craziness,
I forgot--

the reason I tried
to get in touch with you

in the first place.

That Snow White message about
"the little potato"--

it was a dead end.
Nothing Russian or Ukrainian.

Not any kind of cipher, either.

- Her mother was Brazilian.

Run it in Portuguese.

- Okay. Got it.

- Sir.

Impressive.

- Been a while
since my corpsman days.

- Director,
got here as soon as I heard.

- Where were you?

Agent Flowers repeatedly
tried contacting you.

- Word is,
all of Snow White is alive,

three U.S. guards are wounded
and four are dead,

along with a CIA agent.

How did this happen?

- The CIA agent
was a rogue operator.

He killed those guards.

- Who never would have been here
in the first place,

if not for Elena Fedorova.
- Wait, wait.

On whose authority
are you speaking this way?

- I'm just asking questions.

- I want a full accounting
of your night, Doak.

You missed all the fun.

I want to know why.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- Thanks.
[receiver clicks]

You were right, Val.
It's a Brazilian nursery rhyme.

There's the translation,

- "A little potato, when born,
covers ground on every part.

"A little girl when asleep...

Puts her hand onto her heart."

This is about Elena's daughter.

She speaks to her
in Portuguese.

- [singing softly
in Portuguese]

- The message triangulated
to upstate New York.

Farmland.

- I think we just figured out

where Elena
is keeping her daughter.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Single file.
Back to your cells.

- Whatever.

- Horek died
when he hit that table.

They're threatening
a full investigation,

during which
I'll be in solitary.

- That's not good, Owen.

This is going down
in three days.

- You, up.

And, you, Collins,
back to your cell.

The warden needs privacy.

- Hi, it's me.
Sorry to disturb you.

We had a bit of a dust-up,
that's all.

It's all been handled.

- I hope that's so.
You know how I have a temper.

- Everything is going
according to plan.

- It better be.
- It is.

I assure you, Lady Belok.

[dramatic music]

♪

- This belonged to my mother.

I want you to have it.

- I'll treasure it forever.

♪