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Previously on "The Endgame"...

You're the reason...

We took back the gold vault.

Freeze!

If you're offering a promotion,
I accept.

This ends when everyone
who was in that White House room

the day of the church bombing...

is brought to justice.

What's happening?

Smoke bomb
set off the sprinklers.

What happened to the gold?

All the gold is clay.

There is one clay mine
in 50 miles.

You own this clay mine?

Fedorova wanted us
to discover this place. Why?

President Wright gave me
the capital to buy that mine.

The President
gave you the money?

Elena's last target is the
President of the United States.

God bless
the United States of America.

This has to be kept quiet.

How long's it
gonna stay that way?

Hey, you dropped your phone.

Good morning, skeptics.

New mind-blowing
insider information.

Exclusive video
from my source shows

the gold in
the Federal Reserve is fake.

All civilians
must clear back four blocks!

The new perimeter
of the Federal Reserve

is Trinity Place, Water, Wall,
and Fulton Streets!

What are you hiding, man?

Where's the gold?

Move back to the designated
perimeter immediately

or you will be
placed under arrest!

Where's the gold?

Where's the gold?

Where's the gold?

Agent Doak.

We'll water cannon if needed.

The area will be clear before
the motorcade is within a mile.

Good.

The President
will be arriving soon.

President Wright is expected
at the Federal Reserve

any minute now to address
a country in turmoil.

A leaked surveillance video

appearing to show that gold
bars in the Reserve's vault

have been melted...
- What'd you learn?

The mineral compound
in the painted bars

in the Reserve vault

is a match
to the clay from the mine

in Chief of Staff
Swanstrom's name,

shadow-owned
by President Wright.

Why am I not surprised?

President Wright
watched the attack

on Fedorova's wedding,

and he owns the clay mine

where the fake gold bricks
were mined.

Is there any question
he's involved

in the theft of the gold?

Not to any sane person.

But he'll know there's
not enough to prosecute.

However, the most powerful man
in the world

backed into a corner?

That's lethal.

How tight is the circle on this?

You, me, Flowers...

Fedorova.

Doak knows about the connection

between the President
and the clay mine.

He's choosing to believe

that the connection's
not significant.

Director?

The President's
motorcade's pulling up.

For now, we're keeping
this very close to the vest.

Sir,

I have a gut feeling
the President in New York

is a part of Fedorova's plan.

Same here.
Dig into it.

Are you panting, Doak?

I'm not.

Eagle has landed.
I repeat, Eagle has landed.

The smiles for the cameras,
Rogelio.

I'm beyond furious.

Where is it?
- Inside.

This way, Mr. President.

- Mr. President, over here!
- Mr. President!

Can I have your autograph?

Hm.

Very clever.

What's your explanation?

Fedorova?

She is elusive to say the least.

'Bout all she'll give up
is riddles and stories.

That center on me
as the culprit here?

I'm just taking a wild guess.

Sir, you being involved
has not been entertained.

It's hell of a frame job
though, very thorough.

Come on, after all
these targets, my friends...

yours too, Réal...

it's such sad consequences.

The arrests were sad, indeed.

All legitimate.

She built a ladder
leading right to me.

Well, except it's unfounded.

You see that, right?

I don't trust Fedorova.

I follow evidence.

At heart, I'm just a cop.
- And a great one

who's gonna find the stolen gold

and have it back in the vault
by the end of the day.

My team is on it
around the clock.

Good. Triple the efforts.

I don't like being accused.

I don't deserve it.

The others who are guilty?
Fine, let them rot.

Find the gold or get out.

Stick close
to the Reserve today.

You're not needed a ton.

You, come.

You're hunting the gold solo.
No need to report to Réal.

Any findings come directly to me

by way of my S.O., Max Gallo.

Met him this morning.

I used to have nothing
but respect for Director Réal.

I just don't understand
this failure.

Confusing to us all.

Have you had contact
with Chief of Staff Swanstrom?

She's fine.
Taking a health leave.

You want to know
if her offer still stands

of Interim Director?

I am also glad to hear
she's doing well.

Offer stands,
ifthe bleeding is stopped.

I've been saying it for days.

Fedorova's been running
this show for way too long.

Those big changes are coming.

Fedorova is done.

Good morning, everyone.
Thank you so much for coming.

We have many questions.

We'll get around
to answering all of them.

Do you hear it?
The clock is ticking.

- No, not now, not anymore. We don't have time.
- Exactly.

The President is in New York.
Why?

To see a show?

Do you understand
the danger you're in,

leaking that video
of the melted gold bars?

Do you think the President
will come after my child

like the FBI?

There's a detail
in the house upstate.

They're not taking her
into custody yet.

Not yet.

My plan for the President
is simple.

To indict him
and put him in jail.

How?

Do I have to do everything
around here?

The information that I have,
that my partner has,

could get us killed.

Can't arrest anybody
if we're dead.

This is the clock
I am talking about,

ticking louder and louder
for all of us.

Then help me.

- Last story.
- No...

do not.

This one is about a girl
in a box.

How do I look?

Like a princess?

Can you say it in English?

You need to practice.

Like a queen.

Hm, I like the sound of that.

Uh-oh, there's a beast.

We'll be trapped
in here forever!

Don't be scared, Mommy.

I'll fight him off!

You cannot stop me!

No one can!

Oh, you are too strong!

Ah!

My hero!

Time for sleep.

I can't go to sleep, Mommy.

What if another beast
comes after us?

Oh, then it's my turn
to protect you.

One of the only times
I felt truly safe

was in that box
made of pillows and cushions.

If I was facing death,

that is the memory
I would like as my last.

That's fatalistic
and that's not you.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I know what comes next,

and it cannot be stopped.

So just sit back
and get rolled over?

Or you can look
at the bigger picture.

The Serial Skeptic.

He will lead you
to the matryoshka,

a Russian nesting doll
of immense significance.

Time is wasting.
How?

We have company.

What's this about?
Who are you?

Special Agent Max Gallo,
Secret Service.

Ah, what a surprise.

Fort Totten is no longer
under FBI control.

Secret Service is taking over.

Leave the premises,
Agent Turner.

Leave, or you'll be arrested.

Agent Turner,
look at the bigger picture.

The ball is rolling,
or I may be gone by nightfall.

A hood, Agent Gallo?

Afraid I'll see
you're a spineless lackey?

The Skeptic's building
is this way.

Appropriate we're talking
to this guy.

I've never been so paranoid.

I told Fedorova
she was in danger,

and all she gives us
is this loon and a matryoshka.

Has it dawned on you
that right now,

we're running
an unauthorized case?

We're under orders
from the Director.

Who may not be
the Director for long.

Everything we're doing is going
contrary to the President.

- Who is a criminal.
- With unchecked power.

If we can't put him away
and we survive,

we're talking
federal penitentiary.

For real, Val, I'm scared.

I am too, and if you had told
me eight days ago

that we would be doing this,

I would've said you were crazy.

But I... I believe in it.

What floor is this guy on?

That one,
the one that's burning.

901 Greenpoint Ave,
Sunnyside, fire and a bus.

There's smoke coming through.

Ah, this old chestnut.

In the world of torture,

this is known as the
presentation of instruments.

Exactly right,
and through a hood too.

For whom are we waiting?

Quiet. I'll guide you.

Guess you're hearing
the clock ticking.

Just runnin' the plan
over and over.

It will go like clockwork.

What'd you hear from outside?

No hiccups.

- The trucks?
- They're coming.

There a time of departure
from the prison?

I changed all of that.

My old friend...

Tomorrow night, you're free.

Then what?

Then we reconnect
with our wives.

That's what
you're thinking about.

Val might sooner put a knife
in my heart than reconnect.

Well, your reasons were noble.

The slightest variation
from the plan,

you tell me right away.
No surprises.

My heart can't take it.

Of course.

He had ID.
Name is Jacob Goldberg.

The Serial Skeptic.

Poor son of a bitch.

Hey, Captain.
When can we get inside?

Three hours, maybe more.

It's still hot as hell inside.

- Have you got a cause yet?
- So far, gas leak.

The neighborhood lines
are 100 years old.

No way.
Someone blew that apartment up.

No signs of accelerant
or an explosive device.

No signs of much else.

Place was filled with papers,
damn near hoarder level.

Okay,
when can we send someone in

to retrieve his computer
or any electronics...

You're talkin' about
fused blocks of plastic.

There's nothing left.

Hey, there was supposed to be

a protective detail on him 24/7.

I called it in myself.

I'm gonna guess that order
fell through the cracks.

Like an order
from the President?

Or his hatchet man, Gallo.

No way the Skeptic
didn't keep backups, right?

A guy that paranoid
is not gonna keep

all his files in the same place.

Presuming his files
lead us to this matryoshka,

I mean, where to start?

I have no idea,
but the clock is ticking.

That's gotta be his car.
Run the plates.

I wanna know
everywhere this car has been

since the Skeptic
started posting about Fedorova.

On it.

We need an ID on a Nissan,
black sedan, U5A...

What do you got?

In the past 18 months,

there have been
three different updates

to the Reserve's
security system.

Each update caused
a slight glitch

in the actual security footage,

which only happens
these three times.

And look.
- There.

The frame before the glitch

and the frame after the glitch
don't match.

Looks like
the security feed was hacked

and placed on a loop
for a limited amount of time.

When the loop ended and the
real-time footage started,

it created a brief glitch
in the feed.

That's what we're seeing.

Video splice wasn't as seamless
as they hoped.

Okay, we now have a timestamp
of when the gold was taken out.

Anything out of the ordinary
happen those same three days?

There were power outages.

First one is a four-block
radius in Chinatown,

and then I see one here
in Tribeca,

and, oh, there's one in SoHo.
- What else?

Protest outside City Hall.

The 2-3 line was down
all three of those days.

Maintenance due to...

Flooding.
- Where?

Fulton Street Station.

Son of a bitch.

They moved the gold
through the subway line.

Follow that lead.

Go through the security footage.

Find out anyone
who accessed the vault.

By the end of this day,

we're gonna have this gold back.

Is this where the fun begins?

Has our mystery guest arrived?

Hello, Mr. President.

This is quite a moment for me.

Same for me.

But probably
for different reasons.

Ten years we've been
in each other's orbit,

and... never met in the flesh.

Your methods of introduction
are dramatic.

The hood.

Barbaric, but you do have
a lot of tricks up your sleeve.

I was referring
to the bombing of my wedding.

That was our first introduction.

It was strictly business
if that's any consolation.

Oh, solves everything.

You could've shown up
at any point.

But you chose today.

Why?

I get the feeling
you already know.

You discovered a quirk
of the Beloks.

They keep evidence.

They do.

And you didn't know that
when you destroyed Vodianovs

to get in bed with them?

Honor amongst the Beloks has
never been their strong suit.

But they do think big.

Like heisting
the Federal Reserve...

and installing
a puppet President.

Now you're just being sour.

I won that election
fair and square.

And yet,

you are worried
about a piece of evidence

that's gone missing.

The matryoshka.

Your friend, the Serial
Skeptic, didn't have it.

After what we put him through,
well, we'd know.

Another innocent
ground under your heel.

Playing with those dolls
was never really fun for me.

Reminded me of the memories and
the secrets people hide away.

Like knowing you're only
a pawn to the Beloks.

You have a very sharp tongue
for someone in zip ties.

Someone I'm trying
to make a deal with.

- A deal?
- I love a deal.

The Reserve's gold
is gonna be in transit soon.

Now I've been authorized
to cut you in

for a portion of the profit.

So now you're Lady Belok's
mouthpiece too?

Snow White's been in conflict
with the Beloks for too long.

If you accept their offer,

there'll be a truce
between your families.

You'll be done
living in the shadows.

You take your daughter
and disappear

anywhere in the world.

I'm offering you
a life of peace and comfort

and all you have to do
is give the matryoshka back.

So where is it?

Well, I suppose
we'll find out soon enough.

Sodium pentothal
should get you honest soon,

to get us started.

burns like hell going in,

then it breaks down your mind.

A suggestion:

take the deal.

You won't get another offer
from her again.

Ms. Diaz!

Isabel Diaz, FBI!

State your business.

Ma'am, do you know a man
named Jacob Goldberg,

goes by the Serial Skeptic?

He said
if law enforcement ever came,

to read them this statement.

Ma'am.

Ms. Diaz, Jacob is dead.

He said that people might come

and say things like that.

Really?

I'm sorry.

How do I know
you didn't kill him?

Well, I'm betting that lately
he talked less about the FBI

and more about Snow White.

Did he ever share things
he was working on?

No.

He said it was to protect me
because it was dangerous.

Did he ever mention
a matryoshka?

A Russian nesting doll?
- No.

Did he mention the Beloks?

Oh, my God.

Jacob never posted
about the Beloks

because he was afraid to.

But he had a lot of theories

and kept hard copies
on all of it.

Thought he didn't talk
about his work.

He didn't,
and he had a strict rule

about not
touching his things, but...

I snooped around
once in a while.

Okay.

What in here
relates to the Beloks?

All of it.

Are we making progress?

Oh, we're doing just great.

Look, I understand
why you're upset with me.

But your anger is misplaced.

You know who's really to blame
for the church bombing?

Sofiya Vodianov.

Sofiya is to blame, really?

The Cutler administration
had a very good relationship

with the Vodianovs...

until Sofiya got greedy.

Cutler got greedy,

and you sold him on the Beloks.

But then they took more
than she ever would have.

Brilliant move.

Give back the matryoshka,

or more bodies
will start dropping.

Don't be like Sofiya.

Make the right choice.

You are terrified.

Afraid Natalia
has no more use for you.

I wouldn't worry about
Lady Belok coming for you.

I'm coming for you.

I'm shaking in my boots.

You're gonna wish
you didn't do that.

Oh... I only wish
I done it longer.

You're gonna have to be
real careful.

Too much of this

will kill you.

Anthony,
I think I got something.

This one.
Car crash, 2015. Remember this?

Of course.
Stephanie Tirado,

presidential candidate,
her husband.

Yeah, she was the front-runner

headed into the convention.

She dropped out of the race
after her husband, Michael,

died in this car accident.

Her husband's driver,
Eduardo Reyes,

swerved to avoid a deer,

and the car went off the road
and flipped.

Reyes survived.
Tirado's husband died.

At the time,
everything seemed above board,

and there was no reason
to suspect otherwise.

Except one person benefitted

from Tirado dropping out
of the primaries.

President Andrew Wright.

He owes his election
to this car crash.

What's that got to do
with the Beloks?

Or the nesting doll?
- I don't know.

But Jacob has a whole file
on the driver,

and an evidence tree trying
to prove a Belok connection.

Guess the Skeptic
didn't buy the deer story.

Are we for real
saying this wacko

knew more than the FBI?

Elena chose him for a reason.

Ed Reyes.

Owns an auto repair shop
in the city.

Let's go talk to him,
see how he responds

to a little conversation.

Excuse me. Eduardo Reyes?

Mr. Reyes.

Mr. Reyes!
FBI!

Stop!

Calm down.

Wow, Reyes.

We just wanted to have
a little conversation.

Okay, now, running like I did,

that was a misunderstanding.

I said I was FBI very clearly.

Who'd say that and be lying?
The Beloks?

Oh, man.
Oh, man.

Been watching the news, Eduardo?

You know what's going on
with the bank robberies,

Elena Fedorova?

You ever contact with a guy
named Jacob Goldberg,

the Serial Skeptic?
- That stupid son of a bitch.

Sounds like you know
he got killed this morning.

I told him to watch
who he came talking to.

He came here asking questions

about your involvement
with the Beloks

and the death of Michael Tirado?

Yes.

Did he think your accident
was a setup?

You understand
just you being here

puts a target on my back?

- We can protect you.
- Oh, no, no, you can't.

We'll do everything we can,
Eduardo.

But you act like someone
who's got a lot on his chest.

Let us help you.

I worked for the Tirados
for five years.

I was their friend.

Then what?
Who approached you?

Guys with
Eastern European accents?

Threatening you?

Said they'd kill
my entire family

if I didn't do
exactly what they wanted.

What choice did I have?

They had photos of my wife.
They knew her schedule.

What did they want?

They said, "Bring the car in
for an oil change.

Come back in an hour."
Then that night,

"Just drive."

On the accident report,
you said you dodged a deer.

There was no deer.
- There was a blowout,

but like an explosion.

Something they planted.

Okay, then what?
They didn't just leave you

alone after that.

They took me to meet
with a woman.

They called her Lady Belok.

She made me admit I was
responsible for the death,

filmed it,
put it on a thumb drive,

and then she put it
in this doll,

like a little Russian doll.

Matryoshka.

She put it in this locked
cabinet with, like, 50 others.

Said if I ever talked,
she'd send it to the...

to the... get this... the FBI.

And each of these dolls
contained evidence?

Like they were trophies,
but people.

People...

like the President.

Lady Belok had him
on a shelf like a doll.

He'll keep you safe, Eduardo.

Yeah, Elena's mentioned
this woman before.

Lady Belok, Natalia.

We've run the name
through Interpol.

Nothing pops.
But she's the leader.

The matryoshka Fedorova
mentioned this morning.

Now we're assuming in it is
evidence against the President?

Tying him to the death
of Michael Tirado,

which won him the election.

It's a shocking notion, Turner.

Where's the proof?

"Where's the proof?"

Director, what's happening
with Fedorova?

- Being interrogated.
- Exactly.

Elena needs me to find the doll

implicating the President.

I think it's key to her plan.

We both know she'd die
before giving it up to Wright.

Yes, exactly.

Time for sleep.

I can't go to sleep, Mommy.

What if another beast
comes after us?

The evidence, where is it?

Did you even know

about the matryoshka
before we stole it?

No, I did not.

But you're still loyal to her.

I made my bed a long time ago.

You know, I wasn't lying when
I said I was impressed by you.

I am.

You stole that doll
from right under her nose.

Almost got away with it too.

Took Natalia about a week
to notice it was even missing.

You two are alike
in so many ways.

I thought we were close once.

Not so.

And how is it smart to continue

this circle of violence?

See, what you don't realize,
Elena,

is that the Vodianovs...

Are the losing side.

No, no.

Please, no.

No, no, please.

Stop, please, no!

Tell me where it is.

Tell me where it is.

Safety deposit box.

Under my daughter's name.

Republic Bank of New York.

Republic Bank of New York

is still being held
by Snow White.

How do I get my men in safely?

Promise me
you'll spare my operatives

and the hostages.
- You have my word.

There's a surface entrance
abandoned on the west side.

We're done.

What are you doing?
Where are you taking me?

Take the bank.

Get rid of her.
- Yes, Mr. President.

Keep going.

And there's our truck
number one.

The others?

Coming every hour or so.

Four in total.

And ours will have
the blue ribbon on it?

Tied to the bumper.

Blue for Elena.

When I was on the job,

I was known for having
ice water in my veins.

But this...

my heart's in my throat.

It's excitement.

Hey, look.
They're loading the buttons.

That's a hell of a lot
of buttons.

Billions worth.

Okay, tell me
you found something.

I mean, Ojjeh's iris scan
was logged in multiple times,

the same three days
as the last security update.

Ameera's original file
was inputted twice.

Everything looks in order.

I think her iris scan
was cloned.

What the hell?
Is that Max Gallo?

Doak, gather your HRT
and FBI S.W.A.T.

Executive order to retake
Republic Bank of New York.

Right now.

Of course, Agent Gallo.

The President asked
that this be top priority.

Turn over your research
on the gold hunt

and the names of the agents
working on it.

Secret Service
will handle it from here.

Let's move out!

What'd you learn, Doak?

That not all that
glitters is gold?

Doak's been ordered to retake
Republic Bank of New York.

Why now?
What's changed?

I'm guessing
they broke Fedorova.

She wouldn't.
Never.

Snow White still has two banks
in their control, right?

Republic Bank of New York
and Windsor Fidelity.

Fedorova would never give up
a bank unless she wanted to.

If they're looking
for that evidence,

she sent them there
as a distraction.

A distraction?
Why?

Why hold onto two banks

when only one has the evidence?

If Doak's team is headed
to Republic Bank,

then I bet you
the stolen matryoshka

is in Windsor Fidelity.

All right, everyone.
Let's go!

FBI, put your hands
where I can see 'em.

- Stay calm.
- Don't even think about it.

Hey, hey, hey!
Don't move!

Fedorova gave you up.

She gave us the way in.
It's all over.

Drop your weapons now.

Let me see those hands!
Get those hands up.

- Okay, you two, with me.
- Yes, boss.

- End of the room.
- Walk.

Val, this all makes sense
theoretically.

But now I'm not so sure.

If what we think is here
actually is here,

it's minutes before
the President finds out

we're onto him,
and only a matter of time

before he'll come for us too.

Between you and me,

if that doll isn't there,
and we don't find it,

Fedorova is dead.

Do you think she deserves that?

No, I don't think she does.

Then let's go see
what we've got.

Box 751.

Stay where you are.

My name is Agent Val Turner,

I believe
you have something for me.

Good work, Doak.
We'll take it from here.

From the queen.

Val, let the bomb squad open it!

I don't think we need it.

This is a story
about a girl in a box.

- What is that?
- Nothing that concerns you.

- Val, they're at the door.
- We're surrendering.

We're unarmed!
We're comin' out.

What is this,
some kind of a joke?

Slowly.
One at a time.

Anthony, call Réal.

Snow White just surrendered
the last bank.

We now have control
of Windsor Fidelity.

Uh-oh.

Oh, you are too strong!
Ah!

Ah, he leaves you
to do his dirty work.

He sent me
to give you one last chance.

But I told him
there was no point.

You know me well.

I've come too far
to give up now.

Lady Belok said
to make you suffer

like her sister did.

Her sister did not suffer.

I snapped her neck like a twig.

Sad.

Bury it.

Hide the grave.

No. No, no, no.
Please, no.

No, no, please, stop!

Look, I'm a little worried

about Stephanie Tirado's
momentum, okay?

If she joins the primaries,

I'm not so sure I can win.

That's a problem for both of us.

Lady Belok,
that's who he's talking to?

What exactly do you expect me
to do about it?

That's our best guess.

Do what you do best.
I don't know.

Take out Tirado's entire
damn family for all I care,

just as long as it gets done.

I suggest you watch your tone.

- Look, I...
- And he just ordered a murder.

I don't have to remind you

that the only way
I'm gonna have access

to the Federal Reserve gold

is if I'm in power.

That's not gonna happen
if Stephanie Tirado

wins the election.

It will be handled.

Why do I feel like
we're handling nitroglycerin?

Because it could take him down,

and by now,
he'll assume we have it.

Val, you gotta be
very, very careful.

Do not go home.

Don't go anywhere
you do usually.

Director, none of us are safe

until we find out
where that son of a bitch

is hiding the gold.

Val Turner.

Agent Turner.

Mr. President.

I heard Windsor Fidelity
was surrendered today.

Inside one of
the safety deposit boxes

was a matryoshka doll
from the same set

found at Republic
Bank of New York,

except the one
at Republic was empty.

What'd you find at yours?

I think you know, sir.

Hm.
Dangerous business.

Fedorova would tell you
the same,

except she's dead.

Sorry, was that a hard blow?

I know you two
have grown close lately.

Too damn close.

I propose you resign,

or I'll release the video

to every single media platform
including the Serial Skeptic,

who you killed
to protect yourself.

I don't think you understand
what you've done.

Pissed off the Beloks?

Not just any Belok.

Lady Belok, herself.

She already got
to Elena Fedorova.

Now all of her focus
and attention will be on you.

I hope Elena's prepared you
for what's to come.

Guess we'll see.