05x11 - Iunne Ennui

♪ Turn off your mind ♪ ♪ Relax and float downstream ♪ ♪ It is not dying ♪ ♪ It is not dying ♪ ♪ Lay down all thoughts ♪ ♪ Surrender to the void ♪ ♪ It is shining ♪ ♪ It is shining ♪ ♪ Yet you may see ♪ ♪ The meaning of within ♪ ♪ It is being ♪ ♪ It is being...

♪ Jane...

you okay?

♪ ♪ Yeah.

Yeah, I'm good.

Do you remember who we are?

Of course I do.

What happened?

All I remember is going after Ivy.

She set off one of the ZIP bombs.

You sealed yourself in to contain it.


I got ZIPped again?

Then how...

how do I remember all of you?

Since we've been hunting these things, I've been working on a pretty powerful antidote just in case this happened to one of us.

You were dosed about an hour ago, and it looks like it worked.

Did we get Ivy?

No, but we did get her bombs.

And every badge in America is on her now.

We got this covered, we will find her.


Horne is gonna come in, run some basic tests, just to make sure everything is back to normal.

Thank you.

Grigoryan: That was outstanding work.

You saved us all from a level of chaos I don't think anyone will ever truly comprehend.

The president wanted me to express the nation's deep gratitude.

Well, you can tell the nation you're welcome.

We're just glad to be back.

Now that Ivy doesn't have her bombs, we believe she's going to attempt to flee the country...

I'm gonna stop you.

I've already been briefed.

Rich has been talking to some of his dark web contacts.

We don't have anything concrete yet, but...


We have our top people on this.

We're your top people.

Not anymore.

[Clears throat]

I don't understand.

She's not giving us our jobs back.

You've all been through a lot, but so has The Bureau.

This office has had its fill of tumult and aspersions.

We need a reset.

A new director.

A new beginning.

Which for us means an ending.

I've spoken to the U.S.

Attorney, and she's approved immunity deals for all of you.

And that's, uh...

That's really all I can offer.

A clean slate.

A fresh start.

But you can never work for the U.S.

government ever again...

FBI or otherwise.


This comes from the president, Kurt.

I'm sorry...

It's over.

No, you know what?

It's good, it's good.

They don't want us to come back, that's fine.

I didn't even wanna come back to this place.

For what, to toil away in some windowless room?

Narrowly escape death every week?

Nah, son, I'm not gonna miss this place at all, right?

I'm gonna miss it too.

No, I said...

that's now what I said.

I said I'm not going to miss it.

I was really happy when I took my two-year sabbatical.

I think it's gonna be a bit of an adjustment for you.

But I definitely think it's time to move on.

Did you not hear me?

I said I'm happy to be leaving here.

Seems like I'm more prepared to move on than you are.

I mean, yeah, physically I'm here, but mentally I am nowhere to be found.


you said you're gonna go back to Wizardville and make another couple billion or...

I don't know, maybe start a nonprofit.

Teach kids to code or something.


I don't know.

Have you ever heard of the Newtonian Device?

The alchemy device Isaac Newton supposedly created to turn lead into gold?

That's not a real thing.

My research says differently.

I believe he hid the device before he died to keep it from falling into the wrong hands.

Now, this might sound crazy, but I've unearthed a cryptic message in his...

I'm in.


You wanna follow an ancient clue trail to unearth Isaac Newton's top secret gold-making machine?

Yeah, I'm in.






Sounds really, really fun, where do we start?



You should see this.

Excuse me, that's not our problem anymore.

My friend and I here are about to spin off into a grand series of primetime adventures that you really must see...

No no no, that's gonna have to wait.

This is very not good.

I'm so sorry, Kurt.

I know how much you loved being FBI.


Don't be.

We've got immunity.

Clean slates.

We can go anywhere.

I mean, we can be...

Anything that we wanna be.

Well, Allie and Bethany are finally back in Colorado.


We could go there.

And work on growing our little family.

That doesn't sound like work to me.


ugh, sorry, sorry, I promise that will not happen again.

What is it?

It's bad.

Ivy's not fleeing the country.

All right?

She's planning one final attack.


We found the manifest for the ZIP storage facility.

It listed an inventory of 30 canisters.

We only recovered 29.

She got away with one of the ZIP bombs.

Hey, wait...

Hang on.

Step aside.

We need to get on this.

My team knows Ivy and ZIP better than anyone in this building.

Anyone in the world.

It would take hours to bring new agents up to speed.

Hours that you don't have.

If Ivy is gonna make one last Hail Mary play, she's not gonna wait around, this is gonna happen very, very fast.

This isn't some merc that Madeline has hired.

This is a Dabbur Zann terrorist, committed to destroying America.

She's gonna set that bomb off somewhere in the city, and the results are gonna be apocalyptic.

You have to put us back in play.

You and your team, can see this one last case, through to the end.

But I'm not just setting you loose again.

We do this, we do it by the book.




What do we know?

We don't know much.

All right, this is Ivy's last known location.

NYPD has closed every port out of New York, but it's been hours, she could be anywhere.

She has everything she needs.

She could leave these canisters anywhere in the city and set them off right now...

what is she waiting for?

I have some idea, I've been continuing to monitor Ivy's communications through the Beaconer device, that Ice Cream gave us.

Wait, what was that in English?

Uh, I...

She has been texting with local bomb-maker Jesse Thomas.

She wants to meet up ASAP.

Yeah, but why?

She already has a chemical dispersion device.

She's trying to amplify the blast radius.

Right now, she only has one canister of ZIP, but if you put that together with the right kind of explosives...

You get a ZIP dirty bomb.

And the entire city gets Jane Doe'd.

Jane: We'll never be able to locate Ivy.

She's too good, too careful.

But if she's meeting with Thomas, we might be able to pinpoint his location.


Got it.

Thomas's phone is bouncing between a bunch of cell towers in Manhattan.

He's within this two-mile radius.

He's here.

How can you know that for sure?

Multiple outs if things get hairy.

Isolated but within striking distance to several congested targets.

If I were Ivy, that's where I'd meet.

So, you don't know that for sure?

I'm telling you, that is where they are.

That's good enough for me.

Whoa, whoa...

No, no!

[High-pitched ringing]

All: I am not sending a full tac team to a random part of town on a hunch.

There will be hundreds of civilians around there this time of day.

Boost the signal, narrow the location, once we know for sure, and only then, can you move out.


You okay?

Jane: Yeah, yeah, it's...

it's just a headache.

I'm gonna see Doc Horne for some pills.

Roman: The time is out of joint, o cursèd spite that ever I was born to set it right.

Hey, sis.



Here we are again on the brink of a cataclysmic event that only you can stop?

How many is that now?


I've lost count.

Odd, though, that you always seem to find yourself right in the center of the chaos.

At a certain point, you have to start to wonder if you're the one causing it.


Who are we fighting today?


The Dabbur Zann?

'Cause it seems like just a moment ago, you were trying to bring down a corrupt FBI.

Before that, it was me, Hank Crawford, our mother, Sandstorm, and before that, it was...

The corrupt FBI again.

I'm getting dizzy trying to keep it all straight.

Who's good, who's bad.

Not you, though, right?

No matter what the maelstrom, you can always see true north.

What a comfort that must be.

Am I dying?

Is that why I'm seeing you again?

I would assume so.

At the very least, this uh...

Antidote Patterson came up with, does not seem to be working that great.

Oh, my God.

You were right back there, by the way.

Ivy is exactly where you think she is.

And it won't take her long to integrate the explosive device with the weaponized ZIP canister.

We need to go there right now and stop her.

You're not real.

Yeah, I'm also not wrong.

Your... Your new boss, your team, they don't know what it's like to be ZIPped.

We do.

We need to fix this.

Since when do you sit on the sidelines, waiting for permission?

You're Alice Kruger, Remi Briggs, Jane Doe.

You're the only one who can stop them.

You're always the only one.

So, come on, sis, what do you say?

Let's go save the day one last time.

[Sirens wailing]

I know where Ivy is.

Of course you do.

But how?

And Grigoryan was right, there's no way to actually know for sure with the information I have.

Something about it just feels so, solid, and tangible.

So certain.

Because uncertainty terrifies you.

This life you've created, requires you to make life and death decisions every hour of every day.

If you started to second-guess yourself, you'd completely unfurl.

I'm starting to second-guess myself now.

Well, you're also talking to a dead person, which I would argue is unfurling.

In your line of work, certainty is just another word for recklessness.

It allows a false sense of confidence that blinds you to some very real dangers.

Maybe that's why so many people you love just...

Keep dying around you.

Like me, for instance.

I never really loved you.

Are you certain?

There she is.

Madeline: Well, it took her long enough.

We've been waiting for you.

We have that last piece of intel you requested.


We're ready to proceed.

Target location's been greenlit.

All the security cameras disabled, just like you asked.

No, I didn't ask you to do it.

Of course you did.

This is all you.

The tattoos, the memory wipe, sending you to Kurt Weller.

This is your idea.

Your plan.


You did this to yourself.

I know I did, but I...

It was a mistake.



It's no mistake.

I know you think you're doing this to save the country, to save democracy, but you're terrorists.

You're going to destroy people's lives, kill people.

And how many people have you killed in the name of justice?

A badge doesn't make your actions moral, it just makes them legal.

Yeah, that's what I've been trying to tell her.

There are no bad guys, no good guys, just...

Different perspectives.

No, stop!

This is wrong.

What are you gonna do?

Arrest us?


And if you ever were a real FBI agent, you certainly aren't one now.

Tasha, we've got a problem.



She's missing.

She didn't make it to the doctors.

Did you try her phone?

She left it in her locker.

Why would she...

You don't think she's going after Ivy on her own?

Yes, I do.

She's gonna need backup.

Well, let's head to the coordinates she liked.

See if we can find her.

[Distant horns honking]

No matter what those other guys say, me dying wasn't your fault.


Whoa, eyes on the road now.

Reade, I'm losing it.

Losing it or finally figuring it out?

Just because you're hallucinating doesn't mean you're wrong.

You know what these are, you've fought with them before.

But the things that Roman said, Oscar...

..are manifestations of your self-doubt.

This is it.

She's around here somewhere, isn't she?

Yes, she is.

How do I know that?

How can I be so sure?

You know what makes you a great agent?

Your instincts.

But this is, more than just instincts.

[Distant church bell clanging]

I have everything I need at the cathedral at Ludlow.


Ivy's bomb-maker is in Manhattan, so triangulation is a nightmare.

Thomas's cell signal is bouncing all around the skyscrapers, making it hard to pin down.

I'm gonna miss this.

This could very well be the last time we ever triangulate a cell signal.



I can be sentimental, and still drill down on a signal, I mean, this is it!

The last mission, the big finish, the grand finale, the final curtain call...

I've got it to within a block.

The last time I'll ever hear those speedy little fingers echoing in this...

Needlessly tall and cavernous space.

Got it.

The last "got it." Please shut up...

The last "please shut up"!


Kurt: You got something?

Thomas is at the Ludlow Street Cathedral.

Surprisingly close to where Jane said he'd be.

Wait, where are you guys?

En route, we're five away.

[Tires screeching, siren blaring]


I got it.

Do you think this is big enough?

Trust me, when this goes off, the city won't know what hit it.

This much concentrated ZIP dispersed this widely over Manhattan?

That's not all they won't know.

♪ [Organ playing]

♪ Jane!

Did you bring the rings?

These two finally figured it out.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I'm sorry I killed you.

We all make mistakes.

What is this?

What's happening?

A glimpse of what could've been.

The path you're on is only one in an infinite variation of possible outcomes.

Oh, we got some bad bounces.

So now all of this is just your brain misfiring, trying to give you some happy endings as it starts to shut down.

♪ [Organ]

♪ Thomas: Tear it all down!

Tear it all down!

All right, come on, come on!

We gotta get out of the city.

Everything comes with us.

We leave no trace.

[Gun clicks]

You again.

Where's Ivy?

You just missed her.

You're all under arrest.

[Grunts, groans]


Carter: We used to think that you were a weapon that we made.

You know, an Orion special project that we lost control of, the sins of the past, what have you.

You didn't make me.

Yeah, no kidding.

We forge weapons of precision.

You're napalm.

Everywhere you go, a trail of destruction lays out behind you, and anyone dumb enough to get too close, eventually gets burnt.

That's not true.

Kurt: Jane?

What's not true?


Who were you talking to?

It's happening again, isn't it?

It's the ZIP.

You're hallucinating.


This antidote Patterson created is actually pretty ingenious.

I just think the dosing is off.

The amount she gave you would have worked, for almost anyone else, but you've been exposed to such heavy amounts of ZIP in the past that it wasn't enough.

We just need to flood your system, and you'll be fine.

So I'm not dying.

We get enough of Patterson's cocktail in you, and you'll lead a long, happy life.

Let me just prep it with the team.

Thank you.

Thanks, doc.


Ivy got away.

I mean, you need to...


I'm not going anywhere.

Kurt, the team needs you.

I'm okay...


Okay, boss.




Patterson: Jane okay?

She will be.

Where are we?

Ivy's in the wind, Thomas is dead, and his goons aren't talking, but the cathedral wasn't a total bust.

Yeah, uh, based on some of Thomas's notes that we found there, we know that the device is C4-based, and approximately 18x29.

We also found a lot of metal shavings and shrapnel.

We've sent it to the lab for analysis.

So, we don't have anything?

It's a lot of breadcrumbs, but we will figure out where they lead.

Okay, if Ivy sets this off in Manhattan, what're we looking at?

How many people affected?

Uh, well, we're probably looking at hundreds or thousands of fatalities from the initial blast, but in terms of the ZIP fallout, that's kind of hard to say, it all sort of depends on location, speed of wind, whether there's any...

Ballpark it, Rich.


Millions of people will lose their memories.

My God.

All right, now we just let the antidote do its job.

You know I only ever wanted to help you, right?

No, you didn't.

You manipulated me for over a year.

No, I manipulated Jane Doe, under direct orders from Remy Briggs.

I had Remy's best interests, your best interests, at heart the whole time.

I believed in the mission.

Sandstorm was a terrorist organization.

What does that mean?

The U.S.

government almost killed you in an unlawful drone attack.

I saved you.

A decision which ended up getting my wife killed.

We both agreed, that something drastic needed to be done, that real change needed to be made.

You mean vengeance carried out.

That was never the central tenet.

People got hurt, yes.

But that was merely a byproduct.

Our methods were severe, but...

Our goals were just.

I'm sure that's exactly what the U.S.

government thought when they bombed you, bombed my wife.

We're no different to them.

These ghosts you consider enemies, they thought they could make the world a better place.

Their methods were severe, but their goals, were just.

They were evil.

You're not listening to me or them.

Isn't it possible that you are having these visions because your brain is trying to tell you something?

It's the perfect place to set it off.

I heard their plan.

Ivy and Thomas.

That's why they ZIPped me.

And that's why I knew they would be in the cathedral.


Does that also mean I know where Ivy's planning to use the last ZIP bomb?

It does, but when they ZIPped you, I'm afraid that information was jumbled and shuffled with some of your deeper and darker memories.


If you want to protect your present, you must engage with your past.

We have that last piece of intel you requested.

We need to stop demonizing our adversaries.

If we listen to them, perhaps we can learn from them.

What's happening?

It's Patterson's antidote.

It's ridding your system of the ZIP.


Without these hallucinations, I'll never be able to recover the intel.

Ivy is insane.

If I don't stop her, then...

Then what?

Then it'll all be over.

Look around you.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Jane, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.


What are you doing?

I know what Ivy's target is.

I'm sorry, I don't...

It's just...

The ZIP jumbled it all up.

Ivy's drop location is somewhere inside my brain, and I just...

I need more time with the hallucinations to find it.

You don't have any time, these hallucinations are a direct symptom of the ZIP that's currently killing you.

You said I'd be fine.


If we administer the antidote immediately.

And if we don't?

It's just gonna get worse and worse.

The longer we wait to administer the antidote, the less chance you have of surviving.

So be it.

[Siren wailing]



Your nose.


What does this mean?

Gordon said you were trying to tell me something.

What does what mean?

Your, your nosebleed?



You can see her too?


Yeah, of course I can see her.

Are you okay?


Yeah, I just have a headache.

Here, all our NSA files on your bomb-maker.

Mind if I stick around, and help out?

Thank you, we're gonna need all the help we can get.

I'll take you to the lab...



Yeah, I just have to, uh, take care of something first.

Your bomb-maker, Jesse Thomas, has a number of aliases: Craig Blasucci, K.


Hawkey, Joe Timbur, and, most importantly, Benjamin Paisley Grey.

Sounds like a really fancy tea.

Yeah, now this one, he used to get a job at the New York City Public Works Department.

This guy could have unique access to city uniforms, vehicles, the entire subway grid.

I can narrow that down.

Uh, we tested the shrapnel recovered from the church, and the metals are found in thousands of materials, but if we narrow the search query, to reflect materials found in public works, it narrows us down to a few dozen results.

Sewers, subway grates, traffic lights.

It's a good thing there aren't a lot of those in the city.


Wait a minute.

Those measurements that Thomas left behind, we're assuming that they were for a rectangular-shaped bomb.

But the math should work for a cylinder, right?

Nas, you beautiful genius.


I don't get it.

I do!

The shape of the bomb, the metallic shrapnel, the fact that this guy's a city worker...

Oh, no.

Am I the only one who's not getting this?

He retrofitted the bomb to fit inside a New York City trash can.

All right, so how many garbage cans in the city match those dimensions?

Let's see here.

About 23,000 or so.

So it's a needle in a haystack?

Maybe the last needle in a haystack...

Please stop!

Stop it.

[High-pitched ringing]

Back to arrest us?


Back to join us, then?


I know you all thought you were trying to do the right thing, trying to make a better world.

That the ends would justify the means.

Oh, good, a lecture.

But you never got to the end.

All you had was means.

The lives you destroyed, all the destruction you left in your wake.

Remy, in a war, you have...

I don't care.

Doesn't all have to be about the end.

The means matter, how you get there matters.

Sis, you're still not listening to what we're saying.

Then you listen.

If you wanna help me, then help.

But no one else can get hurt.

You might.

You might get hurt.

He's right...

The longer this takes, the more chances the ZIP has of taking you out.

I know.

So, are you gonna show me what I came here for?

Or not?

Come take a look.

See what you think.


Once we do this, we could be permanently erased.

Everything you are, everything you could be, can cease to exist.

I know.

But it's the only way.

[Siren wailing]

[Siren continues]

Times Square's the perfect place to set it off.

I know where the bomb is.

[Sirens wailing]

All right, everyone fan out.

Search all the trash cans.

And if you do find something, then don't cause a panic.

Radio it in immediately.

Got it?


Are you sure you don't remember exactly where in Times Square?

No, it could be anywhere.

Ivy's right.

This is the perfect location.

Mid-town, subway, a lot of tourists.

The ZIP could be dispersed across this entire island in less than an hour.

We need to find it.

We will.

Borden: She crawled out of that bag in Times Square.


Male voice: Ice cream!

You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream.

Ice cream.

[Overlapping chatter]

[Camera snapping]

[Overlapping shouts]


Is this your trash can?

[Horns honking]

I've got it.

I'm in Duffy Square.

I've got Ivy.

[Distant screams]

She had a detonator, I don't think she triggered it, though.

Excuse me, excuse me, coming through!

Excuse me!

♪ ♪ Look, the bomb has a backup timer.

Tasha, clear Times Square.


Where the hell is the bomb squad?

That's a good question.


How're we doing?

This Thomas is good, the wiring on the bomb is super-intricate, but if we cut the right wires, we should be able to defuse it.

I just need a little bit more time.

Kurt: You got less than three minutes.

Yeah, I know, I know, I know.

Can you just take a second to appreciate the inherent beauty of this particular moment?

Rich, focus.

You know, that's probably the last time she's ever gonna tell me to focus while we're defusing a bomb?


You were in the middle of something.

How did it get so late so soon, am I right?

I'm not gonna miss this.

Oh, yeah you are, and so am I.

What does that say about us?

That we're awesome and cool.


I mean, what does it say, that I literally can't imagine my life without doing this?

I mean, can you?

No, not really.


We'll figure something out.

We have to.


The last time we tried to lead a quiet life, our home was attacked by assassins, and I went on the run for two years, so...

Second time's a charm.

What if Roman's right?

What if I...

I don't fight chaos?

What if I create it?


What if it follows me?

Or what if Carter's right, and I'm napalm?

I mean, does napalm retire?

Roman's dead.

Carter's dead.

And so whatever your subconscious is wrestling with, Jane, you've done a lot of good things.

A hell of a lot more good than bad.

You're allowed to be done.

We both are.


Ho, hey...

Whoa, Jane.

What's wrong?

I don't think I have much time left.

I need to get more antidote before it's too late.

Hey, Patterson, we need to cut these wires now!

Both: We almost got it.

I mean, when we first started working together, we were like oil and water, constantly at odds, and now look at this, perfect unison!

Weller: You've got 30 seconds!

So which ones, blue or green?



Jane: Sorry, which ones?


You just said blue.

Yeah, but you're usually right about these things, so let's go with what you said.

Why'd you say blue, though?


I thought it was blue, but it's clearly green, if that's what you think.

What do you mean, it's clearly green, why would you say blue?

If it's clearly green?

What is happening right now?

I'm on your side, we have, like, 15 seconds left.

If you're on my side, why didn't you say green?

You're smarter than me.

If you think it's green, it's green.

Jane: Ten seconds.

Cut the green wires!

Got it!

Both: Simultaneously!


You ready?




Nice work.

It's what we do.

Or did, I guess.

How're you feeling?

Much better.

Doctor Horne got me the antidote just in time.

That is a relief.

I know this is bittersweet, but...

Ivy was your last loose end.

I hope you feel you've gotten some type of closure.

Thank you.

And for letting us...

see this all the way through to the end.

Of course.

You should all be very proud of the time you spent here.

The legacy you leave behind will not be matched.

For good...

And bad.

We thank you for your service.



That's that.

That's that.

It's been rough these last five years.

Harder than it should've been.

So many ups...

So many downs.

I wouldn't've survived if it wasn't for you two.


I would've been okay.




I'm being real, man, I'm a survivor.

I love you guys.

I love you too.




Wow, way to ruin a really nice moment.

Oh, wow, look who's talking.


I love you both very much.

To family.

All: To family.


I'm Special Agent Kurt Weller.

I'm the lead agent on your case.


How you holding up?


I'm good.

I think.





That sounds about right.

I guess it's time to go, huh?

Who says we need to lead a quiet life?


In Times Square, you said to me, the last time, you tried to lead a quiet life.

Our life, can be whatever we want.

It's time to go make some new memories.

Some happier ones.

Let's move.

[Elevator dings]

All right, people, we finally have a location on Jonathan Black and La Hechicera.

Warm up the jet.

We'll need to get a team to Jakarta yesterday.

♪ Dear Prudence ♪ ♪ Won't you come out to play?

♪ ♪ Dear Prudence ♪ ♪ Greet the brand new day ♪ ♪ The sun is up, the sky is blue ♪ ♪ It's beautiful, and so are you ♪ ♪ Dear Prudence ♪ ♪ Won't you come out to play?

♪ Why do you think that happened?



So great that Kurt and Jane are fostering all of these kids.

Yeah, I think my mom's been looking for kind of a do-over.

She had a rough go as an orphan.

Yeah, plus you being taken from her as a kid and all.

Right, plus that.

Wait, wait, wait, The machine makes gold?

We just have to find it first.

Yeah, we are so close.

So close.

We just discovered a secret tomb under a forgotten temple.


Hey, uh, more Robuchon potatoes?

Oh, yes, please.

Uh, absolutely.

I did not know there were any left.

Let me take her.

Come here.


I need to make a phone call.

I'm vetting a CEO who I am pretty sure just paid off his mistress.

Tasha Zapata, P.I.

Crime never sleeps, does it, sweetie?

Neither does that one.

We're going on, like, three hours.

♪ ♪ What are you thinking?

That we're lucky.

It's a miracle that we're all sitting here together.

One wrong turn...

Cutting one wrong wire.

Could've gone bad.

So many ways.

So many times.

There's some world somewhere...

where this dinner never happened.

♪ Won't you let me see you smile?

♪ ♪ ♪ We did it.

We did it.

Yeah, we did.

We did.

♪ ♪ ♪ Won't you come out today?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Dear Prudence ♪ ♪ Greet the brand new day ♪ [Muted voice]

♪ The sun is up, the sky is blue ♪ ♪ It's beautiful and so are you ♪ ♪ Dear Prudence ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Won't you come out to play?

♪ Kurt: Jane?

You okay?


I'm good.