02x21 - Mom

[bunniefuu]

You erased my memory.

You.

Not Shepherd.

You.

I remember.

Roman, please listen to me.

You did this to me!

Roman, listen to me.

Stop!

Stop.

Roman...

I need my sister back.

We had a whole life together that you chose to erase.

I'm gonna find your rabbit and I'm gonna make him bleed.

We know you've been lying to us.

Aah!

Get out.

I never meant to hurt you, and I never wanted to lie.

- I was trying to help.

- You're still lying.

Everything you did, you did for yourself.

That's not true.

I saved your life.

Shepherd wanted to k*ll you and I stopped her.

And this is the thanks I get.

My memory erased, my...

my whole life stolen.

Wiping your memory was the only way I could bring you into the FBI.

It was that or one of us k*lling the other.

It was my only choice.

It wasn't your choice to make.

My memories are coming back.

And the more I remember, the more I hate you.

For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

Roman snapped because we lied, and that was your call.

You and Nas.

Roman can still help us.

He said his memories are coming back.

His body wasn't flooded with ZIP like yours was.

It was one dose.

It's wearing off.

So that means that your brother is reverting to his old ways.

Pellington is here.

You busy?

Just prepping my drives for a data migration.

What do you need?

Leverage.

Parker's the closest we've been to Shepherd, and the only thing he said in the last 19 hours is that we're running out of time.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Are you back?

No, just a session with Dr.

Sun.

How's that going?

Yeah.

Um...

I should probably let you guys know, I put in for a transfer.

What?

Where?

Quantico.

Criminal profiler instructor position opened up, so I'm gonna take it.

It's actually perfect for me right now.

I've been thinking about it for a long time.

How long?

Oh, since I got out of the academy.

No, how long are you gonna be in Quantico?

Uh, for good.

It's over.

I'm officially declassifying the Jane Doe project.

The tattoos, Sandstorm, everything.

It's time to put a public face on the enemy.

Whose face?

Shepherd and Roman for now.

In light of Ms.

Doe's service to the FBI, I'm still undecided what to do about her.

If you brand Roman a t*rror1st and a traitor, there's...

there's no going back.

Your brother stopped being useful the second he tried to k*ll you.

No, he was angry, he wasn't trying to k*ll me.

His security detail paints a much different picture.

Roman is more useful now than ever.

- Jane.

- His memories are coming back.

You knew about this?

It is possible that his dr*gs are wearing off.

Oh.

That changes things.

We'll go public with Shepherd.

Roman will go to the CIA to accelerate his recall.

- You can't.

- I can and I will.

He'll be in a black site by the end of day.

Please.

There's got to be something we can do.

I don't think there is, Jane.

We just found a new angle on Parker.

Devon's pregnant.

Our medical report matches the one done while Devon was in jail.

- How many weeks?

- Five.

And judging by the look on your face, I'm guessing you had no idea.

If I were you, I'd be doing everything I can to make sure that my kid wasn't born in a supermax.

No, you could have doctored these reports.

This is your one chance to do the right thing for her.

For your child.

There's a server warehouse up 87.

Shepherd's plans, identities, financial intel, stolen government documents, it's all there.

You're gonna need to be a little more specific with that location.

Not until Devon's as far away from Shepherd as possible.

It's gonna looked like she flipped to save herself.

I need to know that she's out of reach.

What do you propose?

Put her on a plane.

Devon has family in London.

When she touches down, the location's yours.

We'll put her in the air.

And if your location checks out, then she lands at Heathrow.

If you're lying to us, she lands at Guantanamo.

It'll check out.

- I mean, I'm just gonna say it....

- It could be a trap.

Or it could be the break we've been waiting for.

- We can't ignore this.

- Agreed.

We'll roll out in a convoy.

Tasha, keep working on Parker.

Now that he started talking, keep pushing him for intel.

Go.

Three, two, one.

Go.

It's a complete replica of our office.

It's a training ground.

They've been using this to practice.

'Cause they're about to take down the New York office of the FBI.

It's exactly the same.

How did Sandstorm build this?

Borden always had his phone on him.

He must have taken photos of everything.

We have to warn everyone at SIOC.

They're jamming our signal.

They could be trying to infiltrate us right now.

Homeland Security IT.

We got a mandatory hardware upgrade, needs to be done on site.

ID, work order?

All right, fall back to the SUVs.

sn*per!

Clear.

Let's get back to the team.

An att*ck is imminent.

Hold on a second.

I thought you said it was a hardware...

I need a clean bill of mental health, so...

You're the one who suggested I quit.

I don't remember saying that.

What do you want me to say?

Something true.

Okay.

I don't feel my sharpest right now.

I don't think being in the field is the best for me.

So you think needing help precludes you from helping others?

Field agents need to be strong.

If anyone out there sees me as weak or...

I just need you to sign.

That's it?

I can go?

Of course.

But you're still going to be Edgar Reade when you get there.

- It's not working.

- Keep trying, Jane.

I'm calling NYPD.

We gotta get back before it's too late.

Sandstorm is scrambling all the NYO's incoming communication right now.

The thr*at is already in the building.

Come on.

I need you to stop what you're doing and give me everything we've got on Shepherd and Sandstorm.

Does Weller know about this?

Yes, he's aware, not that it matters.

I'm issuing you a direct order.

Right.

Okay, I can totally transfer everything - to a secure hard drive.

- Great.

But it would be way faster and more stable if you can just wait until after this database migration is done.

I'm just prepping the drives.

I was gonna do it tonight, because all of my systems have to go into boot mode for 30 minutes, so...

That's our Wireless Emergency Alert.

_ Oh, God!

Active sh**t in SIOC.

Evacuate the building.

I'll rendezvous with the armed response team and neutralize the sh**t.

Go.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Get to safety, come on.

This is an emergency evacuation.

Proceed to the nearest exit.

How the hell did they get in here?

I don't know yet.

Wait.

- Wait, wait, did you just see that?

- See what?

The screen just flickered.

The sh**t disappeared for a split second and then he came back.

Where are they?

- That's not the real feed.

- Why?

Someone wanted us to evacuate.

Where are they?

Drop your weapons!

Now!

- We have control of this building.

- Lay down your weapons!

You are outnumbered and surrounded.

Stand fast!

- Order your team to stand down!

- I will not give that order!

You're under arrest, Major General.

- Oh, my God.

- I will not repeat myself.

This is your last chance, Director!

Lay down your weapons!

I have the tactical advantage!

Stand down!

- No, no, no, no, no!

- We have to go, we have to...

You can't help them out there!

I am locking this building down.

Shepherd used our security protocols against us.

The evacuation forced open the exterior doors and left us vulnerable to incoming threats.

All I can do now...

... is seal them in.

Uhh!

That didn't need to happen, Sam.

I just need to borrow Agent Patterson's lab.

Just give me your admin code so I can lift the lockdown and access her system.

Could you hand me my g*n?

You're under arrest.

I'm surprised you can find humor in this.

I doubt these agents' families will feel the same way.

You're not getting that code.

You're never getting into Patterson's system.

Because you're never getting out of this room.

You're trapped and you know it.

Line 'em up!

Give me the code...

or I'll execute them one by one.

Give me the code.

Your plan is flawed.

It relies on us being stupid and cowardly.

And we are not those things.

We are the FBI.

Give me the code.

The FBI doesn't negotiate with t*rrorists.

All right.

All right.

Let's try something else.

Whoever gives me the code will save the director's life...

and their own.

It's okay.

This is how we win.

By staying strong.

Very well.

No!

I know Weller's code.

I deliver a new one to him every morning.

- What's your name?

- Briana.

Briana...

Just please don't hurt anybody else.

What's the code, Briana?

7-M-T-J-P-9.

_ You need to stop this.

Weller's code overrides mine.

You did the right thing, Briana.

You can sit down now.

You're a brave man.

Anyone else feeling brave?

Guard the hostages.

Round up any other agents.

Secure the armory.

Alpha Point.

Find Parker and Devon.

I want a word with them.

Bravo Point, with me to the lab.

They're heading right for us.

We need g*ns.

We get to the armory before Shepherd, we stand a fighting chance.

- Okay.

- What are you doing?

I'm starting the database migration.

Patterson, we gotta go.

Okay, okay, okay, okay...

Okay, we're in boot mode.

Whatever Shepherd was after, this'll slow her down.

_ Yes, sir.

That was the governor.

Sandstorm has cut the NYO off.

That replica would have taken months to make.

They've been planning this for a long time.

- You think this is phase two?

- Possibly.

Whatever it is, we gotta get back and we gotta stop it.

Sandstorm, they might be controlling the building, but they don't know it as well as I do.

There's a sub-basement beneath the bottom floor.

In a maintenance elevator.

Back in the '80s, the city started construction to extend the N line.

It went underneath what's now the NYO.

They had to cancel the project.

But that access tunnel still exists.

- So that's our way in.

- Yes.

Radio the hostage team.

I want a death toll and a head count.

Since when is the att*ck today?

Since you got caught.

I can't have prisoners knowing the plan.

Where's Devon?

Weller and Remi took her to a black site.

They were supposed to be here.

Well, at least now we know there won't be a problem.

Patterson's the problem.

She's put the whole system in boot mode.

So we k*ll the boot mode.

Interrupting the migration could corrupt the drives.

No.

We've come too far to lose access entirely.

So we wait till it's finished and then we...

We have targets in four time zones.

I don't have time to wait.

Find Patterson!

I don't want any more delays.

You're gonna want to see this.

Roman.

Whoa!

It looks like we got the same idea.

There's a Sandstorm team heading this way.

We gotta keep moving.

Why are they here?

Do we know what Shepherd wants?

Well, my lab, for starters.

Clearly, there's something in there that she can't get from any other terminal.

Wait.

The Homeland Security Intranet.

What?

No, that's a closed circuit, highly encrypted system.

Not from my lab.

It's the one FBI computer that communicates with the entire DHS digital infrastructure.

Nothing good's gonna happen if she starts messing with that.

How long until the database migration finishes?

Not long.

But, if we can get to the server room, maybe I can redirect some of the auxiliary power and overload my computers.

Maybe?

How maybe?

80%.

75% if I'm being honest.

Okay, closer to 60, really.

Take what we can get.

All right, we're getting there.

- The team, do you think they're...

- Let's not think.

Let's get in there first.

Roman, he's...

he's a sitting duck in that cell if Shepherd finds him.

- If I hadn't lied to him...

- You had to lie.

'Cause you knew.

Okay.

Deep down, you knew what he was and you were scared of what he'd do when he learned the truth.

If Roman's returning to who he was, then what does that mean for me?

You're not your brother.

- We have to save him.

- We're doing everything we can.

All the alarms, the chaos.

Should have guessed it was you.

You remember me?

I remember a lot of things.

All right, the maintenance elevator is that way.

Oh, my God.

They're planting bombs.

The att*ck isn't just on SIOC.

They're trying to take down the whole building.

Clear.

I should have thought of this.

Last year, Homeland Security centralized protection for federal buildings they considered high value and high-risk targets.

They're all accessible from my lab.

We have to assume Shepherd's gonna att*ck each and every one.

We gotta evacuate.

We'll never reach all the buildings in time.

We only need to reach one.

DHS headquarters in Washington.

How?

All of our comms are still out.

Sandstorm hardwired into our security hub to cheat that video feed.

There's a pretty good chance they hardwired their signal-jammers, too.

So if we fry the lab, we can get to Shepherd and get a call out.

The only way to defuse these bombs is by removing the trigger chip.

And that is protected...

by an anti-tamper device.

- Now, usually, we'd use a robot.

- And we don't have a robot, - so we're gonna have to do it by hand.

- Yeah.

My hands don't fit, so...

Okay.

Okay.

Uh, just walk me through it.

You're gonna put your hand through that little gap.

Pull out the tamper bar.

It's asymmetrical, so you gotta twist it and turn it to remove it.

But you have to avoid touching the contact points.

Right.

It's like the game of Operation.

If the bar touches the sides, game over.

I never played Operation.

You don't know that.

You might've.

Could be one of your hidden talents, huh?

All right.

I'm glad to hear your memories are returning.

Are you?

Everything I've done, I've done for love.

Does that include trying to k*ll me?

Why did you choose Jane over me?

You didn't choose Remi, Remi was gone.

You know that.

You chose a stranger.

Over your own mother.

Why?

Because Jane wasn't asking me to choose.

This isn't supposed to have gone this way.

Well, if it's any consolation, things didn't exactly turn out for me either.

We were supposed to do this together.

All three of us, side by side.

History was supposed to know my family.

Patterson's delay is almost finished.

It's time.

I have to go now, Roman.

Would you like to stay here...

or would you care to join me?

Gentle, gentle.

There you go.

Ooh.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Be gentle.

There you go.

Nice.

There you go.

Deactivated.

Huh.

Can't be the only one that they've planted.

Now we got to figure out where the rest are hidden.

The red tape in the replica gym.

The gym's right next to the main support columns of this building.

If Sandstorm planted bombs next to that and here, that's all they need to make this building implode.

One down, one to go.

30 seconds, everyone to their station.

Wait.

The bombs in the sub-basement are offline.

What?

How is that possible?

Do we still have a secure frequency, or are we failing on every front?

You're secure.

Bravo Point, do you copy?

Sub-basement team, do you copy?

The prodigal daughter returns.

So much for not being a problem.

They're heading to the gym.

Take them out.

Make sure that b*mb goes off as scheduled.

Go.

You're gonna k*ll them.

Do you have a problem with that?

That's it.

The migration's finalized.

All my systems are back online.

Okay.

Do it.

Search the lab.

Okay.

- It's just...

- What are you waiting on?

We'll buy you a new lab, Patterson.

No, no, no, it's...

it's...

The full surge won't be instantaneous.

The second I start this process, Shepherd will figure out what I'm doing...

and know where we are.

They will come right for us and this room is completely exposed.

We'll buy you as much time as we can.

Start the search.

That's all the buildings on Homeland Security's centralized server.

Start with the federal targets on the East Coast and move west.

What the hell was that?

The first wave.

Patterson's shorting out the lab from the server room.

- We are out of time.

- I need seven minutes.

Yeah, well, we've got, like, three.

Move.

That's not enough time to get our men into every building.

Then we'll have to breach the ones we can.

Would you take care of Patterson?

Now.

Quantico, huh?

You really want to talk about this now?

There might not be another time, and I don't want to die with you thinking I agree with your dumb idea to leave.

Look, if I can't do the job the way I was doing it before, I shouldn't be doing it at all.

You think you can be a good agent because you feel something?

Understanding, identifying with victims, that's what makes you good at your job.

All yours.

They know that we're here.

Go.

I got this.

Jane?

- Don't die.

- You, too.

Thanks.

Quantico is starting to sound like a great idea.

Maybe I'll put in for a transfer.

I'll make sure I'll write you a hell of a recommendation letter.

Clear!

Clear.

Tasha!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

You're hit.

Come on, come on, come on...

Department of Homeland Security.

Uh, this is Special Agent Patterson of the FBI's New York office, I.D.

code JLTP15.

We're under att*ck.

You need to evacuate every building connected to central security server immediately.

That's it?

It's over?

Well, things didn't go exactly as I planned.

We have to go now.

There's only one way out.

And I'm gonna need my son back.

Why should I trust you?

Because you can't afford not to.

Because staying here means living the rest of your life in a cold, dark box alone.

We're all we have left in this world.

- You tried to k*ll me.

- You tried to k*ll me first.

You've been controlling me my entire life.

Trying to control you and keeping you under control are two very different things.

Losing Remi was a risk inherent to the plan.

We all knew that going in.

Losing you was...

something I was not prepared for.

Give me one reason I should listen to anything you say.

Because I'm your mother.

I love you, Roman.

I saved you.

I raised you.

I protected you, even when it hurt.

Is it loaded this time?

Only one way to find out.

They were able to evacuate the high val...

Tasha!

No-no-no-no-no.

She's lost a lot of blood.

We can't risk moving her.

I'll radio...

- I'll radio for help.

- Go, go!

You gotta go.

You gotta protect her.

No, no, I'm not gonna leave your side, all right?

I'm gonna be right here with you.

All right, I'm not gonna leave you.

You just gotta stay with me.

Agents down, we need immediate medical response.

Patterson, it's Weller and Jane.

We're in the building.

Weller, Tasha's down, she's bleeding out.

And multiple other agents are down, too.

All right, all units have a green light to breach the tunnel and enter the building.

Patterson.

Take care of Tasha.

We got Shepherd.

Roman.

This is Borden's lab.

He backed us into a k*ll box.

We're trapped!

They're never gonna surrender, you know that.

So you know what that means.

Jane...

you take Shepherd.

Thanks.

Good?

Breach it.

Room is clear.

- Where are they?

- Gone.

All units, stay sharp and keep your eyes peeled.

Two suspects have used a heating shaft to escape the building.

They are armed and dangerous.

It was Borden.

The entire time he was in here.

Engineering their escape.

They all said that he was a stubborn bastard right till the end.

I'm sure he gave him hell.

Hey.

Hey.

Uh...

uh, Shepherd overrode DHS defenses and tried to muscle her way into six other federal buildings with expl*sives, just like she did here.

Tried to?

Getting the word out...

allowed Homeland Security to stop four other att*cks, but...

two buildings just came down.

One in Boston, one in San Francisco.

Oh, my God.

Law enforcement casualties are still being tallied, but...

they're minimal.

How many civilian casualties?

None.

They were all evacuated in time.

So we saved thousands of lives.

Unfortunately, that's not what people will remember.

I'm sorry you can't go home.

Shepherd and Roman are still out there.

The National Guard, they have a ten-block perimeter around this building.

- You're safe here.

- Safe.

How is anyone ever gonna feel safe again?

And my family is responsible.

All of us.

- No.

- Yes.

Me, Shepherd, and Roman.

He chose her.

After everything we did.

It didn't matter.

I saw all the signs, I just kept pushing them away.

Kurt, what if it's only a matter of time before I become like that?

We're not our families.

Jane, I know who you are.

That is not who you are.

Assistant Director Weller?

Yeah.

Secret Service, sir.

You need to come with us.

I'm not leaving my people.

It's a matter of national security, sir.

Kurt, you have to go.

It's okay.

You sure about this?

Everyone will know your face, your name.

There's no going back.

That's the point.

Hello.

My name is Major General Ellen Briggs, but you can call me Shepherd.

I am responsible for today's att*cks on American soil...

and so are you.

This country was founded on fairness, integrity, but it's been corrupted.

Our leaders have failed us.

They will call me a t*rror1st for what I've done, but I am and always have been a patriot.

This is a call to arms, to stand up, to fight, because true freedom cannot come without true sacrifice, because no matter what flag they wield, those who oppose that freedom...

are our enemy now.

These chairs are for those we have lost and for those who will follow, who will take up the fight.

This is the dawn of a new America.

It's time to take back our country.

Send this to the "Times" tomorrow morning.

It sounded like a victory speech.

We lost today, didn't we?

This is as far as we go.

Surrender your phone and g*n, sir.

I'm not surrendering anything.

These are standard Deputies Committee security protocols, sir.

All you have to do is sign.

Security credentials for Deputies Committee.

Let's do this.

Assistant Director Weller, welcome.

Now that we're all here, we can begin.

For those of you who are first-timers, the answers to your many questions will be found inside your metal folders.

As the rest of you know, we are a faction of the Deputies Committee who assemble in the face of national security threats, such as the coordinated att*cks on this country today.

This is the Continuity of Government Subcommittee, or COGS.

Follow the cogs.

It's just something I heard Shepherd say once.

Didn't hear the context.

Each of us is a designated deputy of a key federal agency.

The CDC...

This is Julia Chang.

What do these numbers mean?

All the vials from the tattoos are missing.

... the DEA...

- I trusted you.

- Just let me explain.

... the USAF...

... the CIA...

I'm a company man.

Jay Keaton, CIA.

I believe you knew my predecessor, Tom Carter.

... the FBI.

Thankfully, the levers of power are still in place, but in the case of another more devastating att*ck...

Her body is covered in cryptic symbols, map pieces, riddles.

Whoever did this to her has a very specific goal in mind.

Jane's tattoos, they seem to be pointing us towards government corruption.

I'm making you the new permanent director of the NYO.

It is our sworn duty to remain in this bunker until otherwise notified, in preparation to enact the Truman protocol, wherein, by order of the president, we alone become the successors to the United States government.

Thank you.

This is everything.

What?

Jane.

The tattoos.

This is what it's all for.

What are you talking about?

All of us that are locked inside this bunker, we're the cogs Shepherd needs to enable...

the Truman protocol.

- We're phase two.

- No, no, no.

The phase two att*ck already happened.

- We stopped it.

- No.

It was part of it.

Shepherd is putting each and every one of us in this room to become the successors to a government she believes is corrupt, a government that she's about to destroy.

The att*ck on this country isn't over.

It's just beginning.