FUBAR (2023) s02e01 Episode Script

1
[intriguing music playing]
[tense music playing]
[tense music fades]
[bird chirping]
[branch breaks]
Oh man.
[woman] They only had hazelnut.
[woman screaming]
What the shit?
I am not even playing!
Yeah, 'cause I killed your ass.
["All My Feelings Denied"
by Thee Headcoats playing]
When I was so young ♪
[yells]
Life had just begun ♪
On a decline ♪
All who cheated a lie ♪
The quarterlies will be in tomorrow.
I can't talk right now.
I'm about to win this thing. Again.
All my feelings denied ♪
What the hell?
- [groans]
- [song ends]
- [groans]
- [footsteps approaching]
[light rock music playing]
You're not getting
the quarterlies tomorrow.
[man] Oh!
[music ends]
[Luke] Where are you?
You know the CIA will get pissed off
if they know that you left
without permission.
You know this is not allowed.
- I just went for a run.
- Gonna smell like paint when you get home?
The safe house is getting claustrophobic.
I needed to blow off some steam.
You of all people can understand that.
Just don't do it again.
Now how many kills did you get?
All of them.
- Attagirl.
- I'm just trying to stay sharp.
Maybe when we're all set free,
I was thinking of applying to Unit 9.
To Unit 9?
You know the CIA accepts
less than 1% of applicants.
- You don't think I should?
- No.
If that's what you want to do,
you should go for it.
But hurry home.
Dr. Pepper's gonna come soon,
and he gets very cranky
when you're late for your sessions.
Love you.
- [exhales]
- [phone beeps]
[Luke chuckles softly]
[both moan]
I really loved the way
we started our day this morning.
Oh, so did I.
You know, the walls
are very thin in this house.
I hope we weren't too loud.
Oops.
Livin' alone ♪
I think of all the friends I've known ♪
[refrigerator opens, closes]
Hey, I'm sorry if Tally and I
made a little bit too much
You know, all of us living under one roof,
it can get a little awkward.
Not at all.
[cereal crunching]
- Did we run out of milk?
- No.
Donnie, all you do
is get high in your room all day long
and eat this, whatever you call this.
Beer-eal.
Have some self-respect, man.
There are other women out there.
How does that help me?
I'm not allowed to leave the house.
All by myself ♪
Everything okay, Roo?
Everything's great.
I love waking up to the soundtrack
of Eyes Wide Shut.
What in God's name is that?
It's Tina.
Since she can't come visit,
Dot said I could send her something
to show that I'm thinking about her.
[Roo] Hmm.
I just did you a favor.
Why would you
- [Aldon exhales, inhales]
- [door opens, closes]
Ugh, smells like a shit farted in here.
Sorry, just working out.
Oh my God, you were wearing sneakers
without socks again.
- [Aldon panting]
- [Roo groans, gags]
- You are overreacting.
- Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
Hey, do not throw those out. Hey.
Oh God, I didn't mean to do that.
- All right, we have to talk.
- Whew, that's better.
It's not my fault that you've been
cooped up here for months.
Don't take it out on me
'cause you're horngry.
- "Horngry"?
- Horny and angry.
That is BS.
[Aldon] They're boobs.
They're called tit-bits
for the thousandth time.
- You're a jerk.
- [sighs] See, we're fighting again.
We're stuck here, protecting everyone
till the CIA say it's safe to leave.
So guess what, we can just
keep hating each other until it's over.
[Roo] Well, you know what?
Dr. P says you can't be angry
when you're dancing.
Whatever. [scoffs]
["A Little More Love"
by Olivia Newton-John playing]
Night ♪
Is dragging her feet ♪
I wait ♪
Alone in the heat ♪
I know ♪
Know that you'll have your way ♪
'Til you have to go home ♪
No is a word I can't say ♪
'Cause it gets me nowhere ♪
- To tell you no ♪
- [Carter] Hey, turn it down!
[thudding]
Please be quiet!
You know, Dr. Pfeffer
also suggested just meditation.
- [Roo] You suck, Carter.
- [Aldon] Yeah, you really do suck.
[music ends]
Hey, two minutes for high-sticking.
Sorry, I'm losing a bit of patience.
I think I might be going stir-crazy.
It's understandable. I mean,
it's Groundhog Day around here.
This what it's always like for you guys?
You never know when an assignment is over?
Never know if life's
gonna go back to normal?
- Sometimes it can be hard.
- My parents don't think so.
They love that the CIA
sent them to Costa Rica.
They think it's all a hoot.
You should've chosen to go with them
when this whole thing was set up.
- Yeah.
- You just wanted to be close to Emma, huh?
- No.
- [intriguing music playing]
Emma's my friend. I'm her friend.
We're friends.
Friendship after a breakup is possible.
I told myself the same bullshit
after Tally dumped me.
Somewhere down the road,
I'll find someone else,
and Emma will be my friend.
And it'll be like the song
I I taught my kindergartners, which is
Make a new friend, but keep the old ♪
One is silver ♪
[sighs]
The other is gold ♪
[doorbell ringing]
- Saved by the bell.
- Yeah, fair.
Anyone order an extra cheese
with mush-room for growth and healing?
[laughs]
[chuckles softly]
[sighs]
[Emma exhales sharply]
Busted.
[Emma exhales]
- I was just blowing off some steam.
- I won't squeal.
Roo and I are bouncing off the walls too,
but considering
her and I are ruining our friendship
so we can provide security
to everyone else in this house,
open windows and sheet ropes,
probably not the best idea.
Well, we are in the middle
of nowheresville, but valid point.
[Emma panting]
I saw a pizza delivery car outside. Dr. P?
Oh yeah. He loves his disguises.
[groans] I didn't do
my self-reflection homework.
- Fuck.
- That's why I'm here.
You're part of my homework.
According to Pfeffer,
I have been carrying around some guilt
as to how I treated you back in Sardovia.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
Uh, turn around.
[mellow music playing]
- Uh [clears throat]
- [exhales]
[smacks lips, exhales]
You offered your heart to me
in that tunnel, and And I rejected it.
And I was insensitive and And rude.
And truth be told, my judgment may have
been affected because I was bleeding out.
I mean, not long after,
I was begging Roo to pee in a a jar.
[Emma] It was a weird day.
[clears throat]
Yeah, for sure.
[Emma exhales]
But I should have taken your feelings
into consideration.
And I don't know,
I may have been a bit hasty.
Okay, all done. And it's fine.
You were right. I mean, being together
would've been a disaster.
Relationships in our line of work?
God, just look at my parents.
- Right?
- Right.
Spycraft is complicated enough.
[laughing] Can you imagine
if we were dumb enough
to get more involved with each other?
- It would've been totally stupid.
- Stupid.
Hey, I was gonna make some, um, pancakes.
Hey, Carter. What's up?
- I was just gonna make breakfast.
- Oh, that is so sweet of you.
- Um, I'm not hungry, but thank you.
- [Carter] Yeah.
- Well, hey, Carter.
- [Carter] Hey.
- Uh, I could kill a short stack.
- Yeah, great.
Well, with Luke and me, things are great.
Since we both got back together,
I could not be happier.
Tally, do you feel the same way?
Couldn't be happier?
I don't know. [exhales]
[light instrumental music playing]
It's Romi's birthday coming up,
and I've never missed one,
and I miss her so much.
And my son and daughter-in-law
Well, I miss them too.
But witness protection
was our only choice, really,
so that Romi can go back to school.
I know,
but he asked if I could be happier.
And I could be.
Once the CIA has figured out
if there's anyone else out there
that is aware of our true identities,
or is after us,
we can move forward.
But how long would that take?
[phone vibrating]
What is it?
It's Dot.
She wants to meet in a small town
not too far away from here.
So maybe we'll see Romi
sooner than we think.
Is this it? Is it finally over?
If Dot wants to meet up,
it's gotta be good news, right?
[soft rock music playing]
Hi, Donnie.
Enjoyed some Cheetos for breakfast?
I don't know. Maybe.
You look like you blew the Lorax.
I don't know. Maybe.
You look terrible, man.
You have to listen to Tina
have sex with another man today?
- No.
- Then shut up.
- All right, I'm outta here.
- Whoa. Where do you think you're going?
To see Dot alone.
- Like hell you are.
- What?
Boss, we gotta be there to watch your six.
And your 12. And all the other numbers.
There are risks out there.
There's no reason
for all of us to take them.
Besides, Tally and Carter need protection.
And Donnie.
I guess.
Anyway, I'll be back.
In around two hours or so,
depending on traffic.
I'll be back.
[Dot] Luke, we have a serious threat.
- Dante Cress.
- The terrorist?
The dangerous nihilist
who believes that humanity
in its current form needs a radical reset
that begins with
a 90% population reduction.
[tense music playing]
Did someone figure out
the son of a bitch's identity?
No photo.
We don't know gender, nationality.
So we know nothing.
Latest chatter we picked up on him
is that he is now ready to take
this belief from theory to practice.
So, what makes you think I can help?
We've intercepted two terabytes
of encrypted communication.
Encrypted using the Greta Code.
How do you know about the Greta Code?
Because I know everything.
I knew you were using the Greta Code
to communicate with East German spies.
I knew some of it
was not sanctioned by the U.S.
I was trying to win the Cold War.
That's why I kept my mouth shut.
I trusted you.
Still do.
So I went to Merry Fitness
and dug out your old cryptex.
It doesn't operate
without your fingerprint.
We need you to decode
the messages we've intercepted
and figure out what Cress is up to.
[vehicle approaching]
[gun clicks]
Get down!
- [groans]
- [Luke] Dot!
[tires squealing]
[Dot whimpers]
I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?
[breathlessly] Do your job.
[man 1 groans]
[tires squealing]
- [tires squealing]
- [man 2 groans]
[gun firing]
[man 3 groans]
[music fades]
- I ordered you to stay in the safe house.
- Well, that was a bad order.
I had a feeling. Instinct.
[Luke] Oh, and you two listened to her.
If one of us was gonna get in trouble
Might as well be all of us, boss.
[birds chirping]
Dot.
[somber music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
- That's not good.
- What?
My name is on it. Emma's, Barry's.
[sighs] Aliases, addresses,
all your photos.
Mom, Oscar, and his family, Carter.
Even Donnie.
- Looks like Boro did sell our information.
- Guys, looky-loos are coming up.
Local PD will be here soon.
We're just gonna leave Dot here?
Well, Dot would have ordered us to go,
so let's go.
[sirens wailing]
[man] Yeah.
No.
Well, it's a shit sandwich,
but one we're gonna have to swallow.
I think so.
Yeah. Uh-huh.
- That's right.
- [Luke sighs]
Holding up okay, man?
That bullet was meant for me.
What about you, Emma? How you doing?
Well, Dot wouldn't want us
sitting around crying.
She'd want us to get out there
and kick ass
on the case she died bringing to us.
Dante Cress and his radical reset plan?
Yeah, well, tell the 7th floor
we're moving as fast as we can, okay?
What's this guy's deal, anyway?
Reed?
[chuckles] He's from the Toledo office.
What about Dot's number two,
the Randolph guy?
Why wasn't he bumped up?
His wife got into
a car accident this morning,
so he's taking care of that.
So some out-of-town interloper
is our regional director?
[sighs] Okay.
First thing, Dot Okoye's body
was recovered by the agency,
and no one's judging you
for leaving her behind.
Really? It sounds like you are.
I'm sorry,
does the most junior operative here
have a thought she wants to share?
Okay, let's put aside the fact that
someone we worked with was killed today,
because the truth is, it's a miracle
more of us haven't eaten a bullet,
considering the massive shit field
this job drags us through at any moment.
But we belly crawl through those fields
because we love this job.
Almost every part.
- Wanna know what part I hate?
- Enlighten me.
It's knowing that we're the best
operational team the CIA has,
and we still have to answer
to know-nothing desk jockeys
who can't make the split-second decisions
we make every day,
who cannot do the job that we do,
but who still step into a situation
and open their mouths
when there's a 0% chance
something useful will come out.
I think she's talking about you.
Look, I'm sorry you don't like
my bedside manner,
but I've had a tough morning.
- [Emma scoffs]
- Well, we all had a tough morning.
Our friend got killed.
Mr. Reed, how can we be sure
no one knows where we are now?
I mean, if those guys found them
in some town square,
couldn't they find us here?
Okay, I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to ask
the civilians to step out.
No, no, no. Their lives have been upended
because of the CIA.
- They've been part of this for months now.
- Fine, whatever.
To answer your question, ma'am,
the CIA was able to confirm
that the people who attacked today
were New Zealand smugglers.
Those boys were sent
from the Auckland crew? [chuckles]
Roo and I shut down an operation
that they were running years ago.
They must have bought your IDs
from Boro for payback.
Theory is they've been casing out
your various locations
these past few months,
and when Dot rushed over to Merry Fitness
to grab the cryptex for Luke,
she may have let her guard down.
So they followed her to the town square
to see who showed up.
Yes, but you left no one alive,
so no one followed you here.
So the safe house is still safe.
Yes, even if there are
other assassins in the US,
they have no way to find you here.
Here's the part you won't like.
I'm gonna need that jump drive
that Dot gave you
so another team can decode it.
That's not gonna happen.
How can you work a case
if it's dangerous to go outside?
Interim director,
let me make it perfectly clear.
There's no other team
that is going to work on this case
that got my friend killed.
And if you want to have that jump drive,
come and get it.
[suspenseful music builds, ends]
All right, decode the jump drive
and get to work.
[intriguing music playing]
Now, Barry, I need you to crack
the intercepted messages.
[cryptex beeping]
Now, here's the key to the Greta Code.
Okay, write software to decipher it.
Do it fast and do it right.
- For Dot.
- Yes, sir. I'm on it.
[music fades]
[Tina] Dante Cress?
[Barry] According to Dot's intel.
I still can't believe Dot was killed.
Me either.
You know, it might be safer if I bring
anything I find to you in person.
I mean, if Dante Cress
is as powerful as everyone says he is,
who knows what
he could be listening to or reading?
I'd love nothing more
than to see you right now,
but you know I can't disclose our location
without proper authorization.
I know. I just miss you.
Encrypted phone calls
aren't doing it for me.
I love you.
I love you too.
Talk soon.
[keypad beeping]
[phone line ringing]
[in Russian] I assume you heard
about Dot Okoye?
[in English] Of course. We are SVR.
We know when people die
before their hearts stop.
And use your English.
[in English] There's another thing.
They know Dante Cress
is planning something in the US.
Now, I know these people.
They get even half a clue that points
to him, they're gonna chase him down.
[Volek] That's a problem.
You can't let that happen.
But for now, Okoye's death has created
a moment of disorder in the CIA.
Disorder creates vulnerability.
Vulnerability creates opportunity.
So go.
Gather intel that you wouldn't
ordinarily have access to.
Now.
[phone beeps]
[tense music playing]
[door unlocks]
[door beeps, locks]
[exhales]
[laptop chimes]
[door unlocks, opens]
[Farkas] What are you doing?
[Tina] Farkas.
Um, well, I was leaving these here
as a memorial, but I couldn't find a vase.
And you thought you'd find one
in her laptop?
How'd you get in?
I'm working financials
on the Southeast African cases.
She gave me a copy of her card
so I could drop off files whenever I want.
It's top secret. Nothing emailed.
- How did you get in?
- Same.
Dot made me a copy of her card
for some joint work we're doing.
Were doing.
Actually, I'm here looking for a report
that we were finishing up.
I know Dot.
She would've wanted us to keep working.
Keep moving forward.
Well, I'm not sure how you honor
fallen leaders in the NSA,
but here we do it with a little thing
called taste and class.
That's two things.
This isn't Route 14, where Jim Bob
done jackknifed into the overpass.
We don't do roadside memorials.
Can't help but notice you don't have any
Southeast African reports to leave here.
I'm not here on business.
I have sciatica.
And Dot has a Lumbar Zone
Ergonomic 2.0 Cloud,
which makes a Herman Miller
look like a Herman Munster.
If you need me, you know where to find me.
[Tina] Mmm.
In Dot's chair?
She doesn't need it anymore.
[intriguing music playing]
[door closes, locks]
Everyone gather around.
This is what Barry has found so far.
Theodore Chips, former MI6 agent.
Hello, Mr. Chips. [chuckles]
Wow.
What? I'm gay. I'm not blind.
This guy is a snack.
His father is Horatio Chips,
acclaimed MI6 agent.
Died a few years ago in Rwanda.
Theo wanted to follow
in his dad's MI6 footsteps,
be a legend like his old man,
but they tossed him.
- What for?
- He's nuttier than squirrel shit.
He has no impulse control,
has no sense of reality or propriety.
What's he doing now?
[Luke] He got pissed off,
and he decided because
he couldn't do anything good for England
that he would do something bad
for any bad guy with a fat wallet.
An international evil TaskRabbit.
Now, the information
that Barry deciphered is troublesome.
Dante Cress has wired
a quarter of a billion dollars to Chips
to take out the entire United States grid.
Like a nationwide blackout?
[Luke] No, a blackout is temporary,
but Cress wants Chips
to turn out the lights for good.
Is that even possible?
Here.
[computer beeping]
This is the American power grid.
As you can see,
it's totally interconnected,
except for one area in Texas.
The Department of Energy believes
that with enough money and expertise,
you can destroy the entire grid.
I mean, lights out forever.
[exhales]
Cheese and crackers. What does that mean?
It means a collapse of the US economy,
which means the world economy.
[Roo] No transportation.
You can't get fuel refined or pumped
from the ground without electricity.
No food deliveries. Medicine can't go
where it's supposed to go.
Communication would grind to a halt.
Information couldn't get
to a terrified population.
And military weaponry
will cease to operate.
We'd be invaded within 48 hours.
End of this country
and our allies as we know it.
End of democracy.
End of freedom.
Fuck.
You know, it's one thing
to have your mom be a sex surrogate or
HDMI 2.0, Donnie.
- 2.0!
- [Donnie] My bad.
Idiot.
Too bad. We got a case to win.
Um, I downloaded the rest of the material
from the jump drive.
Chips is making a move
a lot sooner than we thought.
Beaumont Lake power plant.
It's carrying the electrical load
of the entire Eastern Grid Connection,
which is currently undergoing retrofit.
And that's bad how?
The retrofit makes Beaumont Lake
a temporary
but an extremely attractive target.
Chips is gonna hit it
from the inside with an EMP.
- What's that?
- An electromagnetic pulse
That is pushed out
with great force by an explosion.
It'll create a surge of energy that'll
take out not only the Eastern grid,
but it'll start a domino effect that'll
take out the Western Interconnection
and most of Texas.
A power outage that'll tear through
the U.S. like snot through a tissue.
And Cress will get the radical reset
that he always wanted.
All right.
I'm gonna go watch Franklin & Bash.
[Barry] According to the plans
that Dot intercepted,
he's hitting it today.
In four hours.
[tense music playing]
Oh shit.
Well, we're three and a half hours away
if we drive like hell.
No. If we all go out
into the world together,
we draw more attention to ourselves.
So no one leaves this house.
Everyone stays here and stays safe.
- [music ends]
- [Aldon] Hmm.
I'm gonna grab my go bag.
- Hitting the head. I'll meet you outside.
- I'm driving.
Dad we've all been locked up together
in this house for months,
and it's made us wanna kill each other.
But it's also made us family.
No one goes it alone on this team.
All right?
Wheels up in 20 seconds.
[dramatic music playing]
I just I just hate all of this stuff.
I know.
But it's not gonna be forever.
Look
I'm gonna bring everyone home safe.
[music builds, ends]
[Klaxon blaring]
Klaxons are only used
for catastrophic events. Are we too late?
[Luke] Well, it's still working,
so the power's still on.
But this is a distraction.
Fire truck without firefighters?
Chips is smart.
He knows with a fire truck,
you can get anywhere.
I did the same thing in Antwerp
in the Diamond District.
[man] Can I help you?
One of our generators just overheated,
and there seems to be
a small internal fire,
so not really the best time.
We're with the Joint Terrorism Task Force.
The generator's fine, and there's no fire.
Your emergency's bullshit.
The warning system was hacked.
Those aren't firefighters.
We gotta get these people out of here.
Bad stuff is about to go down.
Get everyone out of here and call 911
and tell them to go
to the local fire station.
There was personnel there that got injured
when that fire truck was stolen.
- Now!
- Yeah, yeah.
I got thermal imagery
from the satellite feed.
Chips and his boys
are loading in the EMP now.
What's the ETA?
[Barry] Based on
the device schematics I pulled,
looks like 15 minutes
till fully functional.
What are we waiting for?
Let's go bust 'em up.
Blast doors are engaged.
By the time we get through,
Chips will have the whole country dark.
I'll drive that fire truck
right through those doors.
Fourteen-inch thick reinforced
industrial steel? No, you won't.
It's a thermal energy plant, right?
So it needs water intake
to act as a coolant.
We can get inside the plant
through the intake valve.
Barry, what's the water source?
Beaumont Lake is on the other side
of the ridge to the east.
But plant schematics show
a massive industrial propeller
that pulls water into the facility.
It'll rip you to chum.
Not if you turn it off, Uncle Barry.
Let's gear up.
[tense music playing]
These won't work underwater.
- Then we hold our breath.
- [Barry] The pipe is 80 yards long.
There's nowhere to come up
if you run out of air.
I don't know how to turn the fan off.
Just hack the system.
Chips was able to do it
to make the warning system go off.
The plant's warning system is online,
so it can communicate
to emergency personnel
like police and fire.
The rest of the system is air-gapped,
so there's no way
for me to turn the fan turbines off.
I don't like this idea.
You can figure anything out, Uncle Barry.
We trust you.
We'll get to the lake.
You stop the fan, B.
Luke, your phone and my phone
are on the same CIA sat-link.
Affirmative.
[Barry] I can take over your phone
from here.
And if your phone is hardwired
to any server in the plant,
it'll be just like any old computer
I can use to operate within their system.
Look around.
There should be a large antenna relay.
There's a tower 100 yards up.
[Barry] Okay, that feeds into the server
for the plant.
Go plug your phone in there,
and I can control the fans.
Well, it's locked up,
and Emma and Aldon took the bolt cutter.
- They didn't take the truck.
- [Klaxon blaring]
[tense music playing]
We're in the water.
You gotta turn off that propeller.
I can't until I'm linked up
to the plant's computer.
Do not go into the intake valve yet.
[Aldon] We can't wait.
Chips is minutes away
from shutting down the plant.
If you go far enough down that pipe,
the suction will pull you
to the fan if it isn't off.
[Aldon] Hey. Over there.
Gotta be the marker for the intake.
[tense music intensifies]
- [tense music fades]
- [both panting]
How are your lungs?
Good. Yours?
Fine.
Hey, look, if I run out of air down there,
you gotta keep going.
Same for me. If I get jammed up,
promise you'll keep going.
You have my word.
No way I'm leaving you down there.
[inhales sharply]
[tense music playing]
[sirens wailing]
Hold on, old man!
[engine revving]
[horn honking]
[tires squealing]
[ladder whirring]
Luke, I'm tracking Aldon and Emma's comms.
They're already in the intake pipe,
and they're moving way too fast.
Think they got caught up
in the intake stream. Hurry.
[Klaxon blaring]
Don't worry, Mrs. B.
It sounds worse than it is.
I promise everything's gonna be fine.
[tense music playing]
[phone beeping]
You're in.
[Barry] Into the plant's system.
Intake valve shutting off.
Fan shutting off.
[music ends]
They got through!
That's it. It's over. Right?
Well, um, not really.
Now the hard part starts.
[Klaxon blaring]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[Emma panting]
We knew you wouldn't let us down, Uncle B.
Butter's in the bin.
[Klaxon blaring]
[door opening]
I thought I lost you, pal.
Still here, buddy.
Sorry I didn't wait for the fan
to shut off before getting into the pipe.
That was real Unit 9 stuff
that you pulled there.
Great work. Now we have to find the EMP.
Emma and me, and you two.
- Copy.
- Let's go.
Here we go.
[suspenseful music playing]
[gun fires]
[man 1 groans]
We gotta go back.
Get down!
- Come on. Let's go.
- Go, go, go, go, go!
[gun firing]
[man 2 groans]
[both grunting]
[man 3 yells]
[Luke exhales]
[man 3 yells]
[water flowing]
No!
[man 3 grunting]
You got hosed.
[gun firing]
[groans]
- Let's go. Come on.
- Go.
[music fades]
[metal creaking]
[man echoing] Don't move.
Can you guess where I am?
No, but I know who you are.
Theodore Chips.
Unless one of your goons
has a standard RP accent
straight from the halls of Oxford.
[Chips chuckles]
[Chips] Very smart.
Shame I have to kill you now.
You'd have shot me by now,
but I'm guessing you can see
my gun's pointed at your EMP.
You shoot me, my finger jerks,
this thing dies with me,
and you're screwed.
[Chips] Oh my, my. You're very impressive.
So it seems we have
a bit of a standoff here, don't we?
Now, what do you do?
Well, you could come looking for me,
but then you'd have to leave the EMP,
and that's the only thing
keeping you alive.
Do you shoot the EMP? Well, you could.
But it's suicide,
'cause the second bullet fired
would be right into your skull.
You see, all these thoughts
just swirling, so distracting
that you don't realize
that I'm right here.
[tense music playing]
[Chips groans]
[both grunting]
[groans]
- [music fades]
- Dear Lord.
[both panting]
You're gorgeous.
[both grunting]
[Chips groans]
[Chips grunting]
[both grunting]
[Emma grunts]
[Chips yells]
Stop-- [winces]
[Chips exhales]
[Chips exhales]
You know, if I may be so bold
and I can somehow persuade you
not to impale me right now,
I I think it'd be nice for us
to get to know each other a bit better.
You know, perhaps dinner?
Of course, it'd have to be by candlelight
because no electric lights will work, so
Are you serious?
[Emma grunts]
I'm always serious
when it comes to matters of the heart.
So do we have a deal?
Screw you.
[Chips groans]
It's a good idea, but we've got to
get to know each other a bit better first.
[Emma groaning]
[panting]
Damn it.
I look forward to dinner!
[tense music playing]
[breathing heavily]
Team, sound off.
Butch and Sundance accounted for.
We killed a lot of dudes.
- Emma, check in.
- [Emma] Still standing.
Chips got away
out of one of the upper-level windows.
But we got his EMP. Good work.
- Uh-oh.
- What is it?
It's activated.
[EMP beeping]
It's going off in three minutes.
We'll diffuse it. Barry,
walk him through all the techie stuff.
Not in three minutes.
We can't run it outside.
All the blast doors are down.
Go out the window Chips used.
The windows are too small.
The EMP won't fit.
Oh man. Poop's gonna hit the fan.
Speaking of which,
if you're gonna be using the bathroom,
I'd suggest you bring some matches.
Just did some damage.
Thing won't even flush.
[inspirational music playing]
That's it.
We flush it back out into the sea!
[tense music playing]
It should be me doing this.
No. Barry's gonna turn
the propellers back on again.
He's gonna double the RPMs,
which means everything
is gonna get pushed with tremendous force.
So this is about strength. I got this.
You're not staying when the fan's on.
- I have enough time to get out.
- [Aldon] Sixty seconds.
No way.
That fan is gonna shred your wheat.
I'm not gonna let that happen.
Is he really gonna do this?
He's already doing it.
I love you guys.
Okay, Barry, baby is in the bathwater.
[dramatic music playing]
- [computer whirring]
- [Tally] That bleep is Luke?
It's a comm in his ear. I'm tracking it.
Wherever it goes, Luke goes.
Are you sure this is gonna work?
Once the EMP is out of the pipe
and into the deep water of the lake,
the electromagnetic pulse can't travel
back into the plant and shut it down.
As long as the EMP leaves the pipe
and Luke doesn't, we're all good.
[tense music playing]
Starting up the fan in reverse.
- Mrs. B, you might wanna--
- I'm not going anywhere.
[grunts]
[grunting]
Luke's being pulled closer to the fan.
[muffled yelling]
[computer beeping]
- No! [breathing heavily]
- What? Barry?
What just happened?
The bomb detonated.
We all felt that, right?
Can you turn off the fan
so my dad can swim back up?
I already did, sweetheart.
Where is he?
[somber music playing]
Where's my dad, Uncle Barry?
Where is he? [sniffles]
Barry? Wha-- What happened?
- [gasps]
- [triumphant music playing]
- Yes!
- Yes! All right!
Dad!
[coughing]
[panting]
[all laughing]
Tell Uncle Barry I need a new comm.
- It sucked it right out of my ear.
- [Tally laughs]
[Tally laughs, sniffles]
- [Barry exhales]
- [laughing]
[exhales]
[insects chirping]
[cutlery clinking]
What's the matter, not hungry?
[sighs] I'm I'm too amped up
from the power plant to eat.
Do you really think what I did back there
was Unit 9 level?
Absolutely.
As a matter of fact,
there's something I shouldn't disclose,
but it's been 25 years,
plus you're my daughter,
so to hell with it.
I was in Unit 9.
Are you serious?
I served an entire four-year tour.
I also know how difficult it is
to get in there.
[inspirational music playing]
It took me three tries.
Do you think I'm overshooting?
No, absolutely not. You're fantastic.
You just want to challenge yourself.
I do.
I wanna be the greatest operative
the CIA has ever had.
When they say
no one was better than Brunner,
I want them to mean both of us.
[Luke chuckles]
- Does that make me an asshole?
- That makes you my daughter.
[Luke exhales]
And I had Barry print this up.
It's the files from when I was in Unit 9.
There's case studies in there,
evaluations, reports.
I think it'd be very helpful.
[phone vibrating]
[phone unlocks]
Okay, here's an update.
Chips is nowhere to be found.
But the CIA did find the debris
from the EMP in the lake,
and the detonator has the signature wiring
of Bashir the Builder.
He built the device
used in the Partago assassination,
which was linked to Dante Cress.
That was in 2012,
and Chips was still in MI6 then,
so Bashir may have been dealing
with Cress directly.
Bashir, the bomb-maker out of India?
Like, that guy's a dick.
Well, it's a dick
you're gonna slap around.
Do you hear yourself?
Aldon, you're our only linguist.
You have to go to Kolkata and find Bashir,
and even get physical with him
if you have to.
Because he's directly connected
with Cress,
so I need to know everything
that Bashir knows.
Copy that.
And take Tina with you,
'cause she has family over there.
So if anyone gets suspicious
of you being there,
you have a good excuse by saying,
"Hey, I'm visiting the family
of my girlfriend."
I don't think that's safe.
India's not that dangerous.
I was talking about Tina and Aldon.
- Ouch.
- [phone chimes]
Oh man, look. The CIA intercepted
another message from Chips.
He's at the King's Well,
a boutique hotel in Prague.
Get your go bags. Out the door in two.
- I'll get the plane set up.
- No, wait, wait. You all just got back.
Now you have to go
risk your lives all over again?
That's our job.
I think I liked it better
when I didn't know what you were doing.
Sweetheart, we're all gonna
come back safe, okay?
- Love you.
- Love you too.
Bye, Mom. Love you.
Love you too.
- Bye, Mrs. B.
- Thank you, Mrs. B.
You smell like flowers.
[sighs]
[speaking Italian]
I can't believe it.
Luke wants me in the field.
And with Aldon.
There's so much he could teach me.
- That's what I'm afraid of.
- Huh?
- Nothin'.
- Listen.
I got a little proactive
and started looking into Dante Cress.
I checked into any past terrorist attacks
that have been attributed to Dante Cress.
I found one that has all the hallmarks
of a Dante Cress operation.
Now, prior to it, wire transfers
were made into bank accounts
near the situs of the attack.
Countless millions used to pay off thugs,
militants, sympathizers,
to help set up the bloodshed.
But after the bombing,
the account was abandoned.
Cress is a billionaire. All he cares about
is making a clean getaway.
If there were
a few million dollars left behind,
he wouldn't risk getting caught
trying to get his money back.
Exactly.
But I found nine other such accounts
related to unattributed terror activity.
All abandoned with money left in them.
You think they all are Dante Cress?
There is one common denominator.
The CIA took the lead on these
international terror investigations.
It was our job to secure
the abandoned funds, process them,
and eventually escheat them
to the Financial Action Task Force.
Now, the process could take a few years,
but eventually, when the FATF
comes looking for their cash,
they are not gonna be happy.
- Why?
- Because all the accounts are empty.
The money is gone.
And there's more.
All ten of these matters
were handled by the same CIA accountant.
Farkas.
Farkas is the one officer in the CIA
who's affiliated with all of these cases.
I know it sounds crazy,
but do you think maybe Farkas
could be working for Dante Cress?
Or maybe is Dante Cress?
- Farkas is a decorated officer, Tina.
- I know.
Look, someone
with Cress' ability and skill
would need to have access
to a lot of cash,
and Farkas handles
multi-billion-dollar accounts for the CIA.
Right now,
this is all just speculation, Tina.
Don't do anything crazy yet.
Keep digging.
Copy that.
[phone line beeping]
[Emma] Hey, I've been meaning to ask you,
the Greta Code thing,
why is it called that? Is that an acronym?
Oh, it doesn't matter.
I'm just trying to focus right now
on intercepting Chips
so he can direct us to Dante Cress
so we can wrap this whole thing up
and just get back to the safe house.
To eventually clear up the Boro mess
and then get out of the safe house, right?
That's right.
- You gonna be okay when that happens?
- Meaning what?
Meaning I've never seen you happier.
You've got everyone you love
under one roof.
Me, Mom, Uncle Barry, the team.
Not Donnie.
Yeah, not Donnie.
I'm happy because your mother and I
have never been better.
I can go and live with you again,
see my friends every day,
and then when we finish the whole thing,
get out of the safe house,
I can finally retire
and get your mother on the boat.
Ship.
Ship. Whatever.
Life couldn't be more perfect,
I can tell you that.
There will be no spy mission ever getting
between your mother and me again.
That's it, and that's all.
Yes, sir.
[gentle piano music playing]
[elevator dings]
[sinister music playing]
Hello, Luke.
It's been so long.
Greta.
Guess it's not an acronym.
[closing theme playing]
[closing theme ends]