[CREAKING]
[OBJECT CLATTERING]
[CREAKING]
DAWKINS: Flynn.
I've had a long drive.
I'm tired.
So why don't you just do us all a favor,
and show yourself.
I know where your mum is, let's give her a call.
[GASPING]
DAWKINS: Huh!
[PANTING]
DAWKINS: Come on, young Durand.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[FLOORBOARDS CREAKING]
[CREAKING]
Ah...
Hello, sunshine.
I've been looking for you.
JACK: Run, Flynn!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[GUN FIRES]
[GROANS AND SIGHS]
[PANTING]
DAWKINS: Fuck!
What did you do that for?
[ELLIOT PUNCHING] [EMILY GROANING]
You have caused me a lot of problems.
But... [CLEARS THROAT]
...in the interest of saving time,
I'll get straight to the point.
Where are my files?
I'm not giving you shit.
[CHUCKLES]
Please, don't make me get violent.
You'll give them to me soon enough.
[GROANS]
Well...
Strip search her.
And find Nick Durand.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
HEAD GUARD: You and you. I need more men along the wire.
Let's go. Now!
Move your ass.
Hey, you! Move it!
[ALARM BEEPING]
Sir.
Did you find the files?
Nothing. Just this.
[SIGHS]
Leaned on an old friend at the DOJ to get a subpoena
to look into Webb's financials and activities.
See if there are any red flags.
Hoping to hear back shortly.
CROWN: You really think he'd be that brazen?
JULIANNE: He's not expecting us to look into his affairs.
CROWN: Fair enough.
Any word from Europe?
Well, an Interpol team's been dispatched,
but the problem is, they're in a remote area
so it's gonna take some time.
Hopefully Nick's laying low.
Mmm-hmm.
[GIRL SCREAMING]
NICK: Wait, wait, wait.
[GRUNTING]
Stand back, stand back, stand back.
Cover your ears.
Okay. Come, come, come.
Go this way. Stay safe.
Hang on, hang on, I got you.
Stand back. Stand back, stand back.
[GUNSHOT]
NICK: This way.
[PANTING]
TECHNICIAN: Sir, we have a situation.
There's reports of shots fired.
A camera in the medical holding pen has just gone down,
and we have multiple fires along the wire.
Mmm-hmm.
What are you doing?
I am securing our future.
Have to tie up some loose ends before we go.
So you know where this has to go?
And to whom?
Yes, sir.
ELLIOT: Good.
[GATE OPENING]
[GATE CLOSING]
GUARD 1: Where is Armstrong? GUARD 2: He took the woman somewhere.
[PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO]
[PEOPLE COUGHING]
NICK: Go this way. Go this way.
[TYPING]
Your people came through? Yeah.
$50,000 wired into his sister's account,
hours after Thompson's murder, from an unknown offshore account.
His sister died three years ago.
Shady bastard. There's more.
In the last three years, Webb's taken several trips to Berlin and Austria.
The trips could be purely coincidence.
Bullshit.
Let's go get him.
Look, we need to handle this delicately.
I am way past delicate.
This is about justice for Thompson.
It is time to bring him in.
Derek, we do this by the book.
Okay, fine. Let's go get him at his hotel.
Okay.
Where are the files?
You're not gonna get them.
Where's Durand?
Fuck you!
[SCREAMING]
[GROANING]
Huh.
[CHUCKLES]
[WHISPERS] Jack.
Jack.
Jack, can you hear me?
Jack!
Oh, my God.
Stay with me, Jack. Stay with me.
WARREN: Jack, stay with me.
I'm here, son.
JULIANNE: Let's do this as quietly and discreetly as possible.
CROWN: If he runs? He won't.
At least I hope he doesn't.
But if he does? Then we do what we have to.
He could be out. At this hour?
Let me try his cell.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
[DOOR BEEPS]
JULIANNE: I'll take it from here.
Foster?
It's Julianne. [KNOCKING AT DOOR]
Webb? You in there?
[GASPING]
Oh, my God.
Whoa.
Sorry, Julianne. You okay?
Um...
We need to notify BPD.
Yeah.
I'll do that.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Yeah. Yeah, we'll be here waiting. Thanks.
Thompson's investigation binder.
[SIGHS]
How am I gonna explain this to his family?
You tell them the truth.
Maybe you leave out the harsher details,
but you let them handle it however they need to.
That's all you can do.
You make it sound easy. I've had practice.
I know you were close, so...
You do what you gotta do,
but he gets no sympathy from me,
and quite frankly, he doesn't deserve any from you either.
I never saw any of this coming.
What kind of profiler does that make me?
[SIGHS]
Hey, come, come.
Just a bit more. Watch your head.
[PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[SPEAKING ARABIC]
Watch your head. Rafiq!
Take them back to the camp where it's safe.
I have to go back for Emily. My mother, she's still inside.
She was in the cage with others, but she is not here.
Okay, okay, I'll find her.
What's her name? Nabila.
Nabila. Okay. Okay. Okay, Rafiq.
[DOOR CLANKS OPEN]
[CLANKS SHUT]
ELLIOT: Look at you.
What is keeping you going?
[COUGHING]
Come on, have some water.
[GROANING AND COUGHING]
We're running out of time, Emily.
Tell me where the files are.
Why are you doing this?
You have no idea of the scale and scope of this project.
You think this is my only facility?
You know as well as I do we live in a broken world.
Millions displaced by war and conflict.
And disease.
In this chaos, I see opportunity.
What are you doing to all these people?
The world doesn't care what happens to them.
They are the perfect test subjects.
You're a psychopath. No, I'm not.
No, I'm just a poor boy from Nebraska where
the less you have to do, the more
curious you're forced to be.
History has proven that we're a violent species.
Nothing can stop that.
Why not profit from it?
Money is power.
EMILY: You sell disease.
My power lies not in owning the disease.
It's in owning the cure.
The only one available.
Now, tell me where the files are.
And why would I do that?
As we speak, Dawkins is at your family farm,
and he has your father captive.
And your brother, and your son.
Give me the files or he'll kill them.
MAN: [OVER RADIO] Armstrong, this is Control, over.
ARMSTRONG: Armstrong to Control.
MAN: [OVER RADIO] Durand spotted near the medical holding pens.
ELLIOT: Go!
If you think I've been cruel to you, wait until I'm done with him.
[DOOR CLANKS OPEN]
DAWKINS: Let's stop this now, eh?
Let's come out.
DAWKINS: That was stupid, mate.
Let's stop playing games, eh?
Come on.
Be a man and come out.
[CHUCKLES]
Cheeky bugger.
WARREN: Keep listening to my voice, Jack.
Keep listening to my voice.
Okay, the blood's slowing down.
What do I do now?
Get me a good surgeon.
[CHUCKLES]
You're the best surgeon I know, Jack.
ARMSTRONG: Armstrong to Control.
Checking out Durand's last location at the medical holding pen.
[PEOPLE CLAMORING] [CAR ENGINE STARTS]
[ENGINE REVVING] [CAR DRIVING AWAY]
[SCOFFS]
Finally.
CAL: You bastard!
I've been waiting years for this.
Come.
It's okay.
Rafiq.
Come on, come.
We'll go down this way. Come on.
No, no, no. This way. This way.
Ammi. Rafiq.
Rafiq, go, go, go. Get her to safety.
Thank you. Get them to safety.
Thank you. Thank me later. Go, go, go.
NABILA: Rafiq.
[GROANS]
Been a long time, Isaac.
I heard you became a G-man.
You still whining about that kid?
ARMSTRONG: You killed one of my guys, huh?
[SCREAMING]
[BOTH GRUNTING AND GROANING]
You have any idea how many lives I saved when I got you to kill that kid?
He was just a boy. [GROANING]
He's old enough to hold a gun, he's old enough to kill.
My face is the last thing you're ever gonna see before you die, Isaac.
[GROANING]
[ARMSTRONG GROANING]
CAL: Look at me!
CAL: [YELLS] Look at me!
[GRUNTING]
[PANTING]
[COUGHS]
You can't hide all night, son.
I will find you.
FLYNN: Mom!
[ARROW WHOOSHING] [GROANS]
[GUNSHOTS]
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
[YELLS] Guard!
[DOOR OPENS]
Yeah?
[GRUNTS]
[GUNSHOT]
MAN: Drop...
[MAN GROANING]
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOTS]
[CLICKS] [EMILY SIGHS]
[GUNSHOT]
Call Dawkins off. Tell him to get the fuck out of my house.
Get your fucking people out of my house.
[CHUCKLES] Too late, Emily.
[ELLIOT GROANS]
[GROANING]
[CHUCKLES]
I thought you'd be more like your father.
But I don't know, you've turned out to be more like your mother.
I should have known.
She'd be proud of you, boy.
If only the outcome were different.
FLYNN: Okay. Don't shoot.
Finally.
You've come to your senses.
[LINE RINGING]
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
FLYNN: Yeah?
Who's this?
Oh, my God. Flynn?
FLYNN: Mom? Is it you? Are you okay?
Grandpa and Jack are hurt.
How bad?
Grandpa's helping Jack now.
Is Dawkins near?
FLYNN: He's dead.
I have to call an ambulance for Jack and Grandpa.
I think they'll be okay, but I have to go.
Good.
Bye, Mom. I love you.
[SIGHS]
[DEVICE HISSING]
[COUGHING AND GROANING]
ELLIOT: You're... You're too late, Emily.
She already...
She already has the bio agent.
[GROANING]
[COUGHING]
[HELICOPTER HOVERING]
[GUN CLATTERS]
You good?
[SIRENS WAILING]
It's done.
[SIGHS]