04x03 - The Quantico Affair

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Tasha. Madeline.

I've just sent you a file.

There's something on Kira Evans' hard drive that requires our attention.

What do you make of it?

♪♪ I'd say it's a problem.

Or, perhaps, an opportunity.

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You okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

What're you hiding behind your back?

This is it.

He knows.

k*ll him.

Jane?

What're you waiting for?

Look at him, he knows you're not Jane.

His death will look like natural causes.

You don't need him to find a cure for what's k*lling you.

Jane.

It's...

It's a poison.

For when I get worse.

When this ends, it ends on my terms.

It's not gonna come to that.

We're going to find a cure. No.

Roman didn't.

You're not gonna die.

Please, give me that damn needle.

Please, Jane.

Give it to me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, this is... this is just so hard.

I know.

♪♪ You are so strong.

You can do this.

Right? Yeah.

♪♪

I'm sorry, I've totally forgotten your name.

Seriously?

It's loud in here. I didn't hear you.

And look, I've been trying to play it cool.

But I'm just realizing there's no way I'm gonna be able to fake my way through an entire evening with you because I like you, and I don't wanna just... keep talking and digging myself deeper.

Please stop me.Yeah, no, it's fine.

Lincoln. See, I remember your name.

Points off for that.

Yeah, fair. That's totally fair.

Lisa. My name is Lisa.

Lisa. Yeah. Well, I could use another drink, Lisa.

How about you?

Maybe just one more kiss first?

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

I have to get going, which means you have to get going.

Right. Yes, okay.

I'll just grab my stuff and call a Lyft.

♪♪ Well, this was great.

It was.

But the whole night was...

Really, really fun. Yeah.

So what do you wanna do here?

Uh, do you wanna put your number in my phone, or I can give you mine if you'd rather?

Uh, I'm good.

Rea Uh, but you just said--

I'm good.

Thank you for a good, fun night.

Fair enough.

So you gotta go right this minute, or do you have time for a good, fun morning too?

Yeah.

♪♪ Brass tacks.

We got a lot of bad news. Where's Agent Patterson?

She just texted, she's running late.

I'm going anyway, someone fill her in.

Tasha Zapata was not onboard Blake Crawford's plane when it crashed.

She's alive.

I'm sorry, how is that bad news?

Because she k*lled Kira Evans.

Hank Crawford's lawyer?

Lawyer's a tad generous. I was a lawyer.

Evans was Crawford's fixer.

Though she was sh*t in her townhouse in Stockholm, her daughter hid upstairs and saw the sh**t's face.

♪♪ This doesn't make any sense.Actually, it does.

Zapata was in Paris with Blake, who had d*ed on her plane along with three other HCI Global board members.

Then Kira Evans suddenly turns up dead, and Madeline Burke is named HCI Global's new CEO.

It doesn't take a genius to deduce.

So what do you think, Zapata's Madeline's fixer now?

Idon't think that, it's a fact pattern.

The fact pattern thinks it.

Tasha could still be working for the CIA.

I don't think so, they disavowed.

Keaton and his people want answers just like we do.

I just can't believe the Tasha I know would do something like this.

People change.

What do you mean, "change"?

I met Zapata through a DOJ wiretap because her gambling debts were being leveraged by the CIA.

She was funneling Tom Carter classified FBI intelligence about Jane.

Did you not know that? Well, I'd say that's pertinent information at this point.

Has that sketch been made public yet?

No, I've told the Swedish Police Authority to keep it internal-- Zapata could be the key to unlocking whatever Madeline is planning with HCI Global.

The last thing I want is for her to know that we are gunning for her.

Makes you wonder what else we didn't know about her.

It's Rich.

He solved the tattoo.

What do you got?There's a domestic t*rror1st at 14945 Coleman Street in Flushing, Queens.

I suggest you bring backup.

That's the whole briefing?

Yeah, unless you wanna know all the boring ways I figured it out using applied mathematics and algorithms.

Nah, we're good.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Where's everyone going?

To catch the Michelangelo Bomber.

What? Y-y-you just sent your "got something" text a minute ago.

Yeah, I run a tight ship.

Did you explain how solving the Michelangelo tattoo a few months ago provided a clue for how to contact one of the most notorious bombers No, I just told them where he is.

I guess you didn't explain that the bomber's an artist of destruction, that he's never been caught, that he's gone dark, presumed retired, but we've been monitoring his secret communications channel since we solved this tattoo and it just went active this morning?

Eh, they just wanna kick down doors.

They don't care about the stuff we do in here.

In here is where the crime-solving happens.

This is the interesting stuff.

They have no idea what we do.

That is why we show our work.

Okay, well, if you feel so strongly about it, show up on time next time.

Where were you, by the way?

Nothing. My shower ran late.

I... slept over. My alarm slept over. I slept in, uh, all alone.

What is... how much time do we have?

Um, well, let's see. Mad bomber lives in Queens, the team should get there in about 30 minutes, and we brief the Quantico recruits in five.

The shadowing thing is today?

That's the last thing I need.What You don't wanna shape impressionable young minds?

Hey, let's talk Book of Secrets.

Uh, let's not.

Whoa, why don't you wanna talk about the Book of Secrets?

I told you why, and I told you not to call it that.

Okay, I'm sorry, but "Book of Secrets" is the perfect name for an ancient South American tome that holds magical cures. It might hold the cure for Jane.

Book of Secrets! It doesn't. Magic's not real.

I didn't say "magic." I'm not seven. I said "magical cures."

And you don't even wanna take a chance that may--No, I don't.

There's evidence that it actually exists.

It's a complete waste of time.

Totally. I totally hear that.

But check this out-- what if it isn't?

Excuse me.

Hello, everyone.

Thank you for joining us today.

This is a very big day here at the NYO.

We're on the verge of capturing one of the most notorious bombers in...

History.

One of the most notorious bombers in history.

Sorry. Yeah. Okay...

Uh, I usually like to start these things with, uh, a little, you know, one-on-one get to know you time--

This is literally the first time we've ever done this.

Always, it's what I've always done.

Don't see how that's possible, you're the inaugural recruits.

Uh, let's go ahead and start with, I don't know, uh, you.

Me? No, him.

What the hell are you doing here?

Shadowing. What're you doing here?

Being shadowed. I work here.

Did you... when we... did you know who I was?

No, you said your name was Lisa.

Why'd you give me a fake name?

Because I never thought we would see each other again.

Wow! I really thought we had a good time.

We-- we had a great time.

That's not what this is about.

The...

Oh, my God. Is this about the lab tech assignment in Los Angeles?

Because this is not a way to get a recommendation from me.

Okay, trust me, I don't need a recommendation from you.

Doesn't matter.

You've made this a situation.

This is a situation now.

♪♪ Hey, hi. Uh, I need to talk to you about a Quantico recruit.

Oh, right, that's today. How's my nephew doing?

Y Yeah, Lincoln.

The handsome fella you were just talking to.Lincoln's your handsome?

Handsome's your nephew? Your Lincoln? You know what I'm saying?

He's my mucholder sister's kid.

So be good to him, okay?

But not like too good. No special treatment.

I don't know what I'm saying. Special treatment's fine.

What were you gonna say Ooh, hold that thought.

Yeah? Go for Weitz.

Sorry? It sounds like you're say--

That is what you're saying? And you sent her down here?

Why

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What the hell is Madeline Burke doing here?

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If you'll excuse me, I would love to loop in some of my team. Yeah.

Is that Madeline Burke?

Yeah, what do you think she wants?

Whatever it is, it can't be good.

You think she knows we're investigating her?

She definitely knows.

When the team comes back, I want us to make sure...

What happened?

Well, we showed up at the bomber's address and, uh, all hell broke loose.

We grabbed him, but not before he triggered a self-destruct protocol.

Whole house blew sky high.

What's with all the paint? You look like a Jackson Pollack.

Weller tackled us into the garage.

The bomber had a wall full of old paint cans that buffered us from the blast.

What's with the feathers here?

He also had chickens.That sounds like the greatest takedown in FBI history. I'm so sorry I missed it.

We found the bomber's phone in the wreckage, So can you pull the data off that?

It's just...

Oh, that part's not a joke.

No. Okay, great. Terrific.

Thundercats, ho!

Have fun.

Anywho, we have to deal with our special guest.

Might be our only sh*t at this, so... it is unfortunate that you look like that.

What the hell is Madeline Burke doing here?

She just showed up.

What does she want?

There's only one way to find out.

Am I interrupting something?

How can we help you, Miss Burke?

Actually, I'm here to help you.

I have recently come across some disturbing information regarding Hank Crawford in his time spent at HCI Global.

It seems that a few of our company accounts and subsidiaries have links to extensive international corruption.

You don't say.

The Crawford era is a black mark for everyone.

But I'm here to spearhead a new era of transparency.How so?

By giving you the proof you've been hunting for, and I'm delivering it in person as a gesture of goodwill and cooperation.

That's very generous of you.

Sit tight.

I mean, I'm just gonna say it.

There's for sure a virus on this hard drive.

We'll need an air gapped computer. Yeah.

Real quick, remind me what that is?

Secure laptop that's isolated from the Internet.

Whatever. I'm gonna get an IT tech to bring one to you.

I need you guys to interrogate that bomber.

He blew up his house. He's clearly hiding something.

One of us should stay with Madeline. Yep.

I'm gonna handle that.

Okay, let's get out there and nail this for our Quantico friends, yeah?

Oh! Oh, I almost forgot. I got this great idea.

So, you know how, uh, we can't send the recruits out into the field?

Well, what if we found a way to bring the field to them?

Such as?

Like little videos! Like, little-- little craz-- little, little FaceTime-- FaceTimesy video.

You'll figure it out.

Come on, let's remind these kids how exciting it is to be an FBI agent.

Yeah? All right!

I mean, we can't really...

Okay.

America's too big now.

Too complicated.

Okay, so our friend Ted here clearly has some very big feelings about globalization.

And the fact that he blew up his house while our team tried to arrest him doesn't bode well for the rest of our day.

You think that he was trying to hide an active thr*at?

Hundred percent. Uh, can I talk to you for just a second?

You didn't think to mention that the director of the FBI is your uncle?

Do you think I want people knowing that?

That would've been nice to know, yeah.

All right, he's been in the Bureau for, like, five minutes.

I've wanted to be FBI since I was a kid.

I don't want people thinking that I've had anything handed to me.

You really didn't know who I was?

Cross my heart, I just thought you were smart and funny and super hot.

Okay, that's... a very nice thing to say.

Um, okay.

Let us keep this professional.

No one can know. We're gonna keep it quiet.

And we're not gonna tell your uncle, not gonna tell the recruits, and especially not my team, but especially...

Rich. This is Rich DotCom.

I thought you were observing.

I am, and...

I was, but-- I was.

But you're both out here.

Oh, hello.

Hi.

How's it going with the bomber?He just lawyered up.

Yeah, this is some Oklahoma City, Unabomber stuff.

Any luck with the phone?Against all odds, yes.

You know Ted Henwood. Meet Larry Mills.

Turns out that Ted the Michelangelo Bomber is actually Larry and Ted, the Michelangelo's Bombers plural.

Care to explain how No time. We found him at his place of business at the Beachwood Inn in Coney Island, so...

Good work, let's move. Thank you.

Whoa, hang on. You can't just--

He said "good work, let's move," okay?

They gotta go, there's a bomber who bombs.

Yeah. We're-- we're good.

♪♪ Uh, okay.

So, for the benefit of our guests, could you please show how you came to these conclusions?

Riley, notes.

Most of the phone's data was destroyed and what was there was incredibly fragmented.

But through a variety of digital forensics, including an analysis of proprietary storage...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it, I get it.

Okay, um, we discovered the suspect in custody, Ted, sent a text message to another man, Larry, which said, "We're b*rned. Get to 426. Charlie Mike."

426 is the address of the hotel?

Yes, Larry's a maintenance man, which is odd for a few reasons.

One, he clocked into work after Ted was captured.

Two, we dug into Larry and discovered he's ex-Army and has an engineering degree.

He's way over-qualified.

What's Charlie Mike?I was just getting to that.

It's Army slang for "continue mission."

Okay, so we found a second suspect, we know where he is, that's why they moved.

Any other questions?

Any thoughts as to motive?

You know, I figure he's probably an angry man with a victim complex-- that's a dangerous combination.

Look at this-- Larry was a combat engineer with a federal expl*sives license for a demolition company.

Let's loop in Reade.

What's up, Patterson?

About a year ago, Larry purchased a thousand pounds of demolition expl*sives.

Ted's house was rigged with the same kind.

It would only take 50 pounds to level the house.

That leaves 950 still out there.

When did Larry start working at the hotel?

About a year ago, but I don't think this is a regular day for him.

I think he's gonna blow it up.

And that'swhy you show your work.

NYPD's in the loop, they have an APB out on Larry, and the hotel is already being evacuated.

Good, where's the b*mb squad?

Uh, get this. They are already at the hotel waiting for you-- which never happens.

They're usually stuck in traffic or something.

They're the worst.Whoo-hoo-hoo! Love it!

How's that for the field agent experience, right?

So visceral.

What's your ETA? We're on the turnpike.

About eight minutes away.

It looks like you're driving super fast.

Are you on the shoulder? If it's all the same, I would just love for him to concentrate on the road.

Oh, dear. Rude.

Well, that's exciting, huh?

Anyway, this is for you two.Ahh.

Your one air gap thingy--Hey-hey! and one of this guy.Thank you.

Want an update on that pronto.

Yes, boss.

And this is for you.

I see you over here.

How you doin'? Bring it in.

Yeah, how's my favorite nephew?

They treating you all right? Not riding you too hard?

I'm just joking. I want you on him.

I want you on him all da-- you all right Watch out for her, she's a dynamo.

Anyway, welcome, huh?

S... uh... What is that over here?

Hey, what's with you today?

Nothing, fine. I'm fine.

What's going on with Madeline's hard drive?

What kind of virus is it?There isn't one.

And all these files line up with the HCI Global corruption that we've already corroborated.

This is legit. Okay.

So let's cross check it with the tattoo database then.

Oh, boy, okay. That sounds like the kind of tedious, time-consuming work that Afreen would probably love to do.

Am I rightUh, I-- totally.

And take it somewhere private, because these are very sensitive files.

I am all over this.I mean, go nuts.

Just corroborate and collate and color-code--

All right, she's gone.Yeah, okay.

Now that we got a few minutes before the team reaches the hotel, who's your favorite recruit?

No one. I don't play favorites.

Oh yeah? What about Lincoln?

Uh, which The slab of man-ham that you pulled out of our conference room earlier today.

You are unprofessional.Oh, yeah?

Would an unprofessional do something like this?

What the hell is that?

Well, after our tête-à-tête this morning about the Book of Secrets, I did a bit more research, and it turns out the evidence is out there that proves it's not only real, but that it...

This research is extensive.

There is no way you did all of this this morning.

What is your angle?

Okay, promise you won't scoff?

I can already tell you that I'm gonna scoff.

I've been pursuing the Book of Secrets for years on the dark web.

It's kind of my white whale.

This is me scoffing.

Where are you going?

Just-- just be five minutes.

We're just gonna get some juice.

Excuse me.

Okay, if I wanted the silent treatment, I would go visit my mother.

Where are you going?Away from you and to give Weitz the update, pronto.

You know, I don't know why everyone rags on that guy.

I think he's pretty cool, and he's got a fantastic head of hair.

Why don't you wanna talk about the Book of Secrets?

Because I am a scientist.

Why are you buying into it?

Because if it's real, it's worth a fortune.

Also, Jane is dying-- that's my main reason now.

Exactly. Jane is dying.

Which is why we shouldn't go chasing a myth.

Why would Roman put it in the cache if he didn't want us to find it?

Well, maybe it's a red herring.

Oh, I don't think so, I mean, Roman might be a little...

...but he never did anything without a reason.

He's distracting you with snake oil.

We need to be using real science to find a real cure.

Or, more likely, he somehow found out about my obsession with the Book of Secrets and planted it in there knowing I would get it across the finish line.

That's your more likely scenario?

The Book of Secrets is out there just waiting to be found, I can feel it in my bones.

Sometimes you just gotta take a leap of faith.

Where are we with the bombers?

Uh, the NYPD is still searching the hotel.

The team should be pulling up any second. I got them on the comms.

Great, great, great, great. Um, who's the best recruit?

Is it Lincoln? Lincoln, right?

Lincoln's pretty good?

Patterson likes Lincoln quite a bit.

Oh, perfect because, um, I need to make assignment recommendations, and I wanna give him the best one.

But obviously, I'm his uncle, so I need someone objective to say that he's better than everybody else.

Somebody like you.

He's good.

But Riley is good, too.

Cool, cool, cool. So, Lincoln is good?

Great, that's all I need to hear. Thank you.

Why did you say I like Lincoln?

Oh, just 'cause he was-- he's been doing such a great job today, you know?

And, uh, also you two have fantastic chemistry together.

I can totally see why you slept with him.

How could you possibly know that?

Oh, I didn't until just now.

I'm kidding. It's been very evident all day.

Also, I'm, like, a sex narc, and you are terrible at lying.

You can't say anything to anybody.

Why would I say anything? I'm very thrilled for you.

Are you kidding me? It's really unprofessional.

I think that's what thrills me the most, actually.

Okay, they're at the hotel.

Let's get the comms on speakers.

Field team, what do you got for us?

We just talked to the b*mb squad.

The hotel's clear. No sign of Larry.

No sign of expl*sives. It's a Prohibition-era hotel.

What if there are still secret rooms or...Secret passages.

So it looks like there's an old booze-smuggling tunnel in the basement.

We're on our way. Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Wait a second, this is why Larry got a job as a maintenance man-- so he'd have unrestricted access to the tunnels.

Thanks for the recap. Where does the tunnel let out?

Looks like Coney Island Yard.

Looks like there's an older underground part...

The tunnel's clear. No expl*sives, no Larry.

We're standing in a--Subway depot, we're looking at it.

Over here. A det cord and blasting caps.

Someone was in a hurry.

How many trains are usually stored down here?

14, why?

Uh, 'cause right now there's zero.

Oh, no.

The trains are under the city as we speak.

Those expl*sives could be on any one of them.

Or all of them.

♪♪

I called in a chopper.

We're headed to Midtown to stay central.

Hey, can we get a timeline on the b*mb?

No, the bomber's been b*rned. We have to assume it's imminent.

Call when you find the expl*sives.

Okay, people.

We have a bomber in the wind and expl*sives on one or more trains that left that depot.

Until we find those 14 trains, each of these dots is an active train that's a potential thr*at.

Red is bad, blue is good.

Toto, we're not in Quantico anymore.

These are real lives on the line.

He's right, let's turn all these red trains blue.Good.

White House wants answers.

We think this is a chaos att*ck or targeted?

It feels like chaos, but not sure yet.

What if we shut down the whole subway system and evacuate?It's not gonna happen.

An evacuation will cause mass panic, play right into the bomber's hands.

How? What if he wants to flush everybody out of the subway system all at once?

Why would he want that?

I don't know, that's...

Look, we overplay our hand, he might cut bait, trigger the bombs early, cause as much destruction as possible.

I want you to keep narrowing it down.

I am tired of playing "what if?"

Call me when you find the bombs.

Everyone keeps saying that.

Yeah, I'll just hit the "find b*mb" button.

Okay, so lines B, D, F, N, Q, and R are likely carriers of the bombs, all of them running from Brooklyn to Manhattan.

We just got the ID numbers on all 14 trains that started the day at Coney Island Yard.

Two of them were taken out of service for maintenance, leaving 12 trains across six tracks.

Great work.

Let's pinpoint when each subway left the depot.

If we can figure out the speed of the trains, the time per stop, the number of stops on each subway line...

We can establish where all 12 trains are right now.

Just like high school algebra.

It's actually middle school algebra now.

Really? You guys all took algebra in middle school?

Hey, Afreen just got something urgent.

Okay, put a pin in that.

Afreen, when I said somewhere private, I didn't mean my office.

Well, this is the most private place we have.

It's a dark closet with no windows that no one ever comes to.Thank you.

I designed it myself. What do you have?

Okay, I was indexing the files when I came across a familiar name.

Larry Mills?

You think that's our bomber? That's a pretty common name.

No, it's the same guy.

Looks like he worked at a communications company called Lasercom Technologies, a subsidiary of HCI Global.

I'll tell Weitz.Afreen, so good.

Send me everything you got on Lasercom.

♪♪ Hey, where's Madeline?

I let her go.

Well, bring her back in.

We just found a connection in the files she gave us.

We need to find out what she knows.

She already gave us what she knows.

Any connection to the att*ck only proves how corrupt HCI Global was during the Crawford era.

But today? The timing of the att*ck and the files and Madeline being here can't be a coincidence.

Actually, yeah, it can be.

I am not bringing her back in here without something more concrete.

Where are we on the bombs?

♪♪ Okay, Lasercom Tech had a secret communications project that ran into trouble when a rival company jumped ahead of them in research and development.

So who's the rival?

A company called Gariss Tech.

Crawford had been actively trying to undermine them--

What if he had a plan to blow up his rival's R&D lab?

That would explain why the bombers went dark.

Crawford could afford to pay them to stand by indefinitely until he was ready to pull the trigger.

Okay, Gariss Tech's R&D lab is located in the Metzinger Tower.

That's the eleventh-tallest building in Manhattan.

Okay.

Uh, currently the B and the D run directly underneath the tower.

That's gotta be the target.

Are there any trains heading from Coney Island Depot on lines B or D right now?

Just two of them, but the train with the bombs is number 772 on the B line.

Are you positive?

00:26:38,858 --> 00:26:40,686 Out of those two trains, 772 was the only onethat left the depot after Larry checked into work.

Let's isolate 772.

We need to stop that train.

What do you got?

Uh, we found the expl*sives.

They're on a train heading into 7th Avenue Station near Prospect Park. Where are you?

We can be there in two minutes. Where's the b*mb squad?

Uh, they're stuck in traffic from the hotel, damn it. Unbelievable.

Hold the train at the station.

We'll start evacuating and find the b*mb.

Copy that. Okay, people, listen up.

I need the tower, the MTA, and the NYPD on the horn ASAP.

Let's do this. Vamanos,people!

It's one train. Larry's trying to blow up an R&D lab inside the Metzinger Tower.

Stop the train at the next station, start evacuating.

Yep, already on it.Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You made that call without me?

We're kind of on a clock here.

Yeah, okay, fine. That's--

That's fine this one tim-- Hey, uh...

Uh, comms check. Comms check.

Can you guys hear us okay down there?

Loud and clear. Okay, we held the train.

Yeah, we know. Jane and I are clearing passengers off it now.

Weller's looking for the bomber.

There's a lot of people down here.

We'll scan the station's CCTV footage on our end.

Hold up. The emergency brake's been overridden.

Uh, guys, the train's on the move again.

Yeah, we're still on it.

And so are half of the passengers.

♪♪

What do you mean, Reade and Jane are on board the active b*mb train?

I just told the White House we stopped it!

We did, but the brake was overridden.

Well, override the override.

That's not really an option.Where is Weller?

I'm in the station with NYPD.

If the bomber's here, we'll find him.

Oh, he's for sure down there.

There's a physical switch outside this train that needs to be flipped for the brake override.

How much time do we have?

Uh, calculating now.

Six minutes.

Are you sure?

Middle school algebra's kind of my jam.

Once we found the target, it was all about going old school with one of my favorites, time equals distance over speed.

Okay, just get to the part where you solved it.

Oh, my God, I just sounded like Weller.

Right, sorry, I--Here, let me see this.

Uh, uh, okay. B line train 772 left the 7th Avenue Station at 13:23:43 p.m. and travelled at a top speed of

55.446 miles per hour, assuming there's no stops.

Sorry, the writing's a little messy.

I was moving pretty fast and did a lot of the math in my head.

Hmm, well, that's where math is done, so--

Can you just check his work, please?!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's right. We have just under six minutes to stop this att*ck.

I make the calls. Don't blow this.

Okay, I changed my mind, I don't like him anymore.

Let's find Larry. That's not much time.

Any idea what we're looking for?

These bombers were combat engineers so there's a good chance that the expl*sives are wired to the train itself.

Okay, we're gonna split up and go compartment by compartment.

Where is this guy?

We do not have enough angles.

I see him!

He's across the platform on the south side.

Okay, does he have a remote in his hand?

No, I can't tell.

He just made me. He's running.

He jumped onto the tracks. I'm going after him.

Uh, the third rail's the bad one.

Whoa, we got an incoming train.

We're in the tunnel.

I'm gaining on him. Larry! Larry!

FBI! No!

Weller? Weller!

Larry's dead.

He just got hit by a train right in front of me.

Okay, okay, okay. Um, um, um, does he have a remote in his hand?

Something that could turn off the bombs?

I'm checking what's left of him.

No, nothing. Just a backpack with a drill and some screws.

W-- what kinds of drills and screws?

I'm sending a video.

Thank you, we'll compare that with the train schematics.

Assistant Director Reade and Agent Doe just found the b*mb.

Make that bombs, plural.

This looks very bad for us.

They're individually wired behind the paneling under the seats in the front compartment.

How do we disarm them?

It's way too late for individual disarming.

This thing is rigged like bridge demolition.

Okay, you need to find the central trigger mechanism and knock it out at the source.

Oh, look. Does this look like the same one?

Yeah, that's it. What's it for?

It looks like it's only for one panel on the whole train.

Okay, great, which one?

Oh, no.

Hey, Larry used his drill to remove a metal panel on top of the subway.

The trigger mechanism is on the roof.

Okay, can you guys get up there?

I can do it, just give me a boost.

♪♪ And just when I thought their lives couldn't get any more on the line, she's on top of the train.

This is insane.I know, right?

Okay, I found the central trigger.

It's an old m*llitary laptop.

Cool, how well do you know the Linux operating system?

I don't, that's your job.

Okay, okay. Uh, we have three and a half minutes.

Let's take this step by step.

Why is the Manhattan Bridge empty?

What? The B line train runs over the Manhattan Bridge, and the bridge is empty except for police cars.

That doesn't make sense.

Oh my, God. The NYPD evacuated the bridge.

They're gonna derail the train over the river.

Why would they do that?To minimize casualties.

100 lives versus 1,000 in Midtown.

We have to stop them.Uh, before we do that, are you sure we can defuse these bombs?

We can do this. We just need a few more minutes.Okay, okay.

Who's gonna get me the NYPD on the phone?

Uh, Jane, are you still on the subway roof?

Where else would I be?

Where did Rich go? Is everything okay?

Let's just focus on stopping the b*mb.

So it looks like it's GPS triggered and programmed to blow once it reaches the Metzinger Tower.

But the good news is we can reprogram it.

I'm clinging to the top of a speeding train.

Just tell me what to do. Yep, yep.

I'm writing you a new line of code that will trick the GPS to reset the b*mb to blow once it reaches India which, of course, it never will.

I-I can't hear a word you're saying.

Sergeant Justin Cogley, come in. this is Rich Dotcom with the FBI.

Okay, Jane. I just sent you the code.

Patterson, this is-- A lot of typing, I know.

I just need you to copy it letter for letter, number for number, no typos, no pressure.

Okay, copy that. I got Sergeant Justin Cogley on his radio.

He needs Weitz's FBI authorization to let the train through.Why would I authorize that?

Because Jane is close to disarming this b*mb, and if we claim jurisdiction, the NYPD won't derail the train.

I understand the circumstance. What I'm saying is, you are emotionally compromised because your teammates are on board the train.

They're your teammates too, and there's still a scenario here where no one dies.

We are running out of time.We're not out of time yet.

We can do this, I know it.

I cannot prioritize my own agents' lives on a whim.

There are people I have to answer to.

Okay, so that's what this is about?

You wanna save face more than you wanna save these people?

You think I don't care if people live or die?

This is protocol.

So if it all goes bad now, it's on the NYPD.

But if you override the call and the train blows up its target, you get blamed?

How dare you make me out to be the bad guy.

You're not the bad guy, you're the director.

This is on you, that's the job.

But you don't have to do it alone.

I know I'm asking for a lot, that the casualty numbers don't tip in my favor.

But you're new here, and I've been doing this for years.

And I am telling you Jane is gonna defuse this b*mb in time.

So I need you to trust me.

Sometimes you just need to take a leap of faith.

♪♪

20 seconds to the bridge.

♪♪ This is FBI Director Matthew J. Weitz, authentication code 101815.

Stand down, Sergeant.

Forty seconds to impact. Jane, where are we at on the code?

Almost done, just a few more...

We can't really hear you over the wind.

I said I'm almost done...

Wh Are you okay?

Uh, the train took a corner.

I just lost my phone, the code is gone.

Okay, that's okay.

Uh, we have-- we have 20 seconds left.

Where did you leave off? 0-2-J-3.

Jane, you're so close.

All that's left is forward-slash, forward-slash, F, S, M, B, N, 1, 5.

There could not be worse letters to say over comms.

Jane, did you get that?

Everything but the last letter.

M Uh, no, it's N as in Nancy, 1-5.

9 like after 8?

5 like after 4! What?

5 then hit enter!5 then hit enter!

Jane?

Her comms went out.

Did the b*mb go off?

Jane Did she make it Next time, Reade goes on the roof, and I give the boost.

They're... here!

Team! This is a team right here!

Wow, guys, amazing!

Great. Really great.

Yep, really fabulous.

They get used to that. Field agents get all the glory.

Right? I don't wanna be stuck in a lab the rest of my life.

I wanna be out there with them where all the cool action is.

No offense. No, none taken.

Hey, why don't you write this down?

Take your "cool action," roll it up real tight, and shove it up--Hey, we gotta go.

Excuse me.

Since taking over HCI Global, I've become increasingly aware of the poor choices made by my predecessor Hank Crawford.

To that end, I met today with the FBI to root out some of those corrupt elements.

And I think that the evidence we gave proved instrumental in stopping today's domestic terror att*ck.

Everybody's gonna eat that up.

Now we know why she came in today.

It's kind of a baller move, if I'm being honest.

Yeah, but what's her endgame, though?

Why even help us at all?

Because she likes playing us.

Right under our noses, putting on the friendly face, pretending to be the hero.

She just made herself untouchable.

♪♪

What the hell was that?

I thought we were eliminating an old Crawford plan by helping the FBI take out a sleeper cell.

How did the bombers get activated?

Okay, you wanna make big moves, I'm game.

But starting a fire just to put it out is cr...

Is what?

Inadvisable.

I can't help you if I don't know what's going on.

Good to know.

Hey, what're you still doing here?

Well, my uncle's taking me out for dinner to celebrate, and--

Oh, I can't go.

I still have so much that I need to do.

No, I'm not inviting you to dinner.

Oh. The way you called him out today, that probably wouldn't go over too well.

Uh, no. I-- I got assigned to the LA office, and I fly out in the morning.

So, I just wanted to say goodbye.

Okay, well, congratulations.

That's... you deserve it.

And you were great today.

And, you know, good luck out there.

Okay, well, take care.

Uh, how early is your flight?

Do you wanna come over after dinner?

Yeah, I can be there by 10:00.

Okay.

"Dear Diary...

Today, Patterson--"

Why is your face like that?

Oh, it's my smug face. I save it for special occasions.

No, you don't.Like earlier today, when you were just begging Weitz to trust you and go against the numbers and take a leap of faith.

Uh, that wasn't begging.

Where have I heard that before? "Take a leap of faith"?

I feel like somebody else said that earlier today--

Okay, all right.

We can look for your dumb Book of Legends.

What!

It's Book of Secrets, and yes!

Okay, but just us.

No one else can know until we find something real.

I don't want anyone thinking we're crazy.

I don't want to give anyone false hope.

Stop it, come here.

We can't use any FBI resources, and we have to make sure that Weitz doesn't find out.

Patterson, Patty Melt, TuPat Shakur, I get it.

Do you? Yes, okay?

Just you and me. Ride or die.

Ride or die.

♪♪

Quite a day.

What you did on the train, that was, uh, very impressive and the kind of thing that Jane did all the time.

Don't get used to the fanfare.

I wouldn't want you to forget about who you really are.

Hey.

I wanna talk to you.

About... your backup plan.

The syringe.

Okay.

What you did today, all of those lives that you helped save?

I'm not the only one that needs you.

The world needs you.

Uh, so, uh...

what did you do with it?

The syringe?

I got rid of it.

That wasn't your choice to make.

I know.

The thought of you doing something drastic...

You are my life.

I love you.

I need some air.

♪♪

You're late.

Yeah, well, it took me a minute to find your "office."

Smart, right?

These junkers are all over the city.

Let's make this quick. Can you get me what I need or not?

Like I said, nothing's impossible.

But it's gonna take time, and it's gonna cost you.

Money's not a problem.

Half now, half on delivery.

♪♪

♪♪

Hey, it's me.

We need to talk about Jane.

♪♪