Quantico (2015–2018): Season 2, Episode 13 - EPICSHELTER - full transcript

The recruits learn how to burn everything down if they're exposed. Meanwhile, a mysterious death leads to an FBI investigation at the Farm. In the future, Alex goes back into the perimeter and exposes the true traitor within the CIA.

- Previously on "Quantico"...
- Jeremy Miller.

Apparently, my scenarios
were so accurate,

they recruited me to
come up with new ones.

- No one suspects you're a double agent?
- Nope.

Every asset you develop at
The Farm is critical for us.

Elliot's father, you
may have heard of him.

Sir Laurence Bishop.

Your father-in-law is
a very... powerful man.

It's good to see you, Pip.

You did this to me!

Alex, we were wrong. There is no AIC.

Come on. We got to get out of here.

Hey, wait! Wait! Stop!

We failed...

because we aligned ourselves
with the wrong people.


No! No, no, no!

You have to stay here, sir.

He gonna be okay?

Well, I hope so, you know.

She was his wife, wand you
didn't know about her?

When'd you last talk to him?

When I left The Farm.

Why? What about you and Dayana?

Not since she got me kicked out.

Have you seen her?

No one here will tell me anything.


I haven't seen Alex, either.

And who can confirm your
reason for being at the G20?

Seriously? How about DDO Matthew Keyes?

Or, I don't know, try calling

the former President
of the United States!

Yeah. Write that down.

I apologize, Mr. Booth.

- Your story's just been corroborated.
- By who?

Someone who needs to
speak with you immediately.


Alex, what the hell's going on here?

So, Dayana didn't come
out of the perimeter,

nor did Will.

Six hours ago, I
retrieved the hard drives

that the group you call the
AIC were after at the summit.

I hid them.

Rather than risk getting caught

and letting them fall
into the wrong hands.

I believe Dayana stayed
behind to find those drives

and took Will to decrypt them

so she could finish the AIC mission.

Look, Dayana's had her
dark moments, but the AIC?

She told me herself.

When the terrorists
were interrogating us,

Dayana told me they
were looking for her.

She begged me to protect her, so I did.

We need to get back inside right now.

- Who's coming with me?
- No one.

Look around you.

I count at least 2,000
of New York's finest,

along with the FBI.

Let them finish this.

The public thinks this crisis is over.

If we send the NYPD and
the FBI in on a manhunt,

people will notice, and then...

the panic and the chaos
will start all over again.

We need a small, tactical
team that will escape notice,

people who understand what's going on.

Let's get those drives.

Where are the reports

from the primary hostage interviews?

Every single person coming
out of that zone is a suspect.

You should've just let me walk in.

I'm still in charge.

Not anymore. Here is Shelby. Let's go.

What are you doing here?

You need to arrest her. Me, too.

You have questions.

We have answers.

Did we just get a man killed?


We didn't even know who he was.

We knew he was up to something,

that he'd been spying on
us at The Farm for months.

Ryan said that whoever the AIC are,

what Lydia is doing has
nothing to do with it.

It's just black ops.

Who do we go to about this?

N-No one. I...

I'd call the police,
let them figure it out.

- Owen.
- You have to stop

thinking like an FBI agent.

All we did was open the door,

a door that was set up to
kill anyone who opened it.

Now, whatever it's about,

or whether my daughter
is or is not a part of it,

it's a real threat,

and that explosion just proved it.

So, we just go to The
Farm like nothing happened?

Yes, wait for the next move.

And something tells
me, it's coming... fast.

Philip, where were you? It's noon there.

Charlotte had a meeting with Trudeau,

so we're in Ottawa.

Last trip before she
can't travel with the kids.

You sound terrible.

Yeah, well...

I am terrible.

I got everything the NSA
has on your father-in-law,

and aside from driving
his only son to suicide,

he's spotless.

Yeah, we both know that isn't true.

No, no, no, no, no. Except it is true.

The shipping manifests you got me,

the records from the Port of Caracas

that I stole from the consulate?

He was up to something, all right.

The wiretaps show that he was
exporting something illegal.

Only it wasn't
contraband. It was people.


Yeah, so we go after that.
It's not legal to keep...

Yeah, and you want to
stop whole boatloads of people

from finding safe haven,

all because of what he did
to one man eight years ago?

You know, I want revenge
for what happened.

It's all I've ever wanted,

but this just doesn't
feel like revenge anymore.

It just feels selfish.

Your kids will be fine.

They have a great
man for a grandfather.

And what about you?

I'll see you soon, Pip.


What happened to you last night?

When we were at the NSA,
Lydia had you do something.

It's classified.

Yeah, well, where it led to wasn't.

A squat one town over.
Someone's been surveying us.

Or maybe that's what
she wanted us to believe,

and she said what she said to
throw us off the track.

There is no AIC, Alex.

I don't know what you found,
but this investigation's over.

Miranda ordered me to wrap it up here.

Wrap it up?

What do you mean "wrap it up"?

They gave me a couple of days.

Keyes doesn't want anyone to suspect

the FBI was here, undercover
this whole time.

Look, Ryan, this place that we found,

I don't who's behind it,
but something's going on.

We can't leave right now.

Well, you don't have to. You're not FBI.

But they are.

Well, good afternoon.

I know you're not used to
anyone but Owen leading class,

but this is a week I always teach.

With that, meet Jonathan Lyons...

Yale graduate, champion rower,

and one of the best recruits
to ever walk these halls.

His first assignment was
his dream assignment...

Moscow Station.

It was also his last.

Mr. Lyons was working an asset
in the Ministry of Defense.

That asset turned out
to be a dangle... a trap.

FSB arrested him with
compromising material

and promptly sent him home
PNG... persona non Grata.

Mr. Lyons is no longer welcome
in the Russian Federation,

and due to the public
nature of his exposure,

unable to serve anywhere
but a desk at the Agency.

Jonathan was lucky.

He was green, and he had nothing
to lose except his career.

But for more experienced operatives,

exposure can cost you your freedom,

it can cost your assets their lives,

and as we've learned the hard way,

once set in motion, it
can rarely be stopped.

Mr. Hall?

Now, back in the old days...

Can I help you?

I'm Special Agent Jane McKinnon.

This is my partner, Will Kelaher.


Your recruits' identities are safe.

We're both cleared to be here.

We promise it won't interfere
with your instruction.

We're investigating the nearby
death of a man last night.

His remains were found in
the aftermath of an explosion

in an abandoned building.

I'm happy to help. So, what
does this have to do with me?

The body is one of your former recruits.

Do you recognize this man?

Alex, she lied to you, kicked your ass,

and left you for dead,
and that's just today.

Not to mention what
she did to you at The Farm.

I've worked with Lydia
the past six months.

She's been trustworthy to me.

No offense, but weren't you
Liam O'Connor's best friend?

Hey, we don't have to trust
her, and I definitely don't.

We just have to make
sure that those drives

don't fall into the wrong hands.

I never, ever thought
I'd be wearing one of these.

It looks good on you.

Blue really brings out
the panic in your eyes.

The grid's back on.

Makes it easier for the
FBI to make their sweeps,

which reminds me,

just because we now
blend in with the FBI,

doesn't mean we should
cross paths with them.

Lord, I hope this is
the end and not the sequel.

Come on. Let's go.

We have to act fast.

The bank, the library, the
Federal Reserve and the Exchange

will all have the capabilities
to upload the drives.

Four targets?

We need to split up for time's sake.

Alex and I will take the
library and the Reserve.

You three take the
bank and the Exchange.


- Keep your comms open.
- Okay.

The list of charges against
the Citizen's Liberation Front,

which includes both of you,

is... why don't we start with

arson, assault,

conspiracy to defraud the government,

possession of a biological weapon,

extortion, homicide in
the first and second degree.

Right, and treason.

I was told these people
wanted to do good.

They did.

Miranda knew this was coming.

She asked me to be her
eyes and ears on the inside,

just in case things got out of control.

But neither of us could predict

the Citizen's Liberation
Front would turn radical

and so much blood would be spilled.

Since there is no precedent
for two decorated agents

taking up arms against
their own country,

I'm gonna have to make a
few phone calls to figure out

what the procedure is.

Now, when an operative dies,

we add a star to
Langley's Wall of Honor.

And currently, that wall has 117 stars.

That's 117 Agency employees
who died doing their duty.

Now, to keep you off that wall,

and to keep me from appearing
at your loved ones' front door,

we ask all operatives
to put together an EAP,

or emergency action plan.

This is a course of action

for how to get out
alive if you're exposed.

Now, when you're exposed,

you have to find a way to
communicate with your assets

quickly and discreetly via dead drop.

It begins with a signal.

When the asset collects the drop,

it's important for them to signal back.

Even in this digital age,

don't discount the importance
of good, old-fashioned spycraft.

And whatever you do, don't get caught!

Ms. Mampasi, we're from the FBI,

and we're asking a couple of questions

about a former recruit
here... Jeremy Miller?

I never met him.

I-I knew him one day,
but we barely talked.

He died? How?

Now, sometimes you can't
even risk contact with your assets.

Every drop, every signal
may be compromised.

In that case, there's only one option...

Salt the earth.

Burn it all down.

By all means,

cover your ass.

So, um... Jeremy Miller.
How's that even possible?

And what does that have to
do with Lydia or the AIC?

Nothing has anything to do with Lydia.

You know, everything
she said checks out.

She's running a sanctioned
training program.

If she ever finds out what
I really thought about her...

No, wait. This can't be a coincidence.

A former recruit was spying on us.

There's got to be a reason.

I don't know what he's doing, Alex.

I just know I'm done,

and I'm done talking to you about it.

Jeremy and I barely talked.

We had a couple of conversations,

but I didn't really know him.

He knew a lot about you.

That was actually really, really good.

I used to use that at
the Bureau all the time.

Classic pivot...

Turns a questioning
into an interrogation.

You'd be really good at The Farm.

You guys get all the cool toys.

Yeah, but you get all
the forensic evidence.

What you have in this file...

Why was Jeremy in that place,
and why was he spying on us?

We ask the questions, Ms. Parrish.

You answer them.

Even the best have to
prepare for the worst,

and that's what you're
going to be doing next...

Preparing a will.

It's a requirement of all recruits

before they become operatives.

In order to go out and
live in your new world,

you have to prepare to die.

Have them on my desk by the morning.


Ottawa is only 90 minutes by plane.

I can pop down.

Tell the CIA I want to
check on my exchange student

while I'm nearby.

Yeah, so, Pip told you I was leaving.

Pip told me you want to.

But I'm not pulling you.

We need information,

and you're our man on the ground.

No, no, no, no, no.
I've got everything we need.

You only have six
weeks left of training.

What's going to happen in six weeks?


That's that, then, is it?

Yes. It is.

We don't believe any of the
recruits were connected to Miller.

It's not a leap that he turned obsessed

after getting cut by you.

The explosion last night...

seems a case of suicide by paranoia.

That's a relief.

I wish it were.

Do you recognize this?

It's a digital tap...


We retrieved it from a data junction

at Soong Technologies this afternoon.

Otherwise known as the
National Security Agency.

Miller was accessing
their data from his laptop,

and we traced it back to the NSA.

Been to the NSA lately?

My operations here are
strictly confidential.

You may have told your recruits

the NSA didn't know what
they were doing there...

but we know you called and told them.

Erasing your recruits'
personal information.

But you lied.

You didn't tell them what
you were really doing.

We have the evidence.

It's only a matter of time
before we connect this to you.

And your daughter,

she taught this lesson
with you, didn't she?

This isn't going to end well...

for either of you.

Talk now or talk later.

Which is it going to be?

No sign of her at the Reserve, Alex.

We're heading to the Exchange.

Nothing at the bank. We're headed south.

Keep an eye on the streets.


When we get through this...

If we get through it.

The world will finally know

you and my dad were right all along.

Of course, that's a great comfort to me

because I just lost my
career, most of my friends,

my fiancé, your dad's
freedom, and people died.

But, no, I should feel
happy because I was right.

You should feel vindicated.

The group you never gave up believing in

actually existed all along.

Maybe you'll finally
live up to that hero title

you were trying to get at the CIA.

And my father, maybe they'll pardon him.


Or you could have had him
pardoned any time you wanted

by just coming forward and admitting

that he took the fall for you.


Ryan, we found them.

Public library... We're going in.



I'm looking for Alex.

Keyes has them all
writing their wills.

It's morbid,

so they all went to
the bar to get pissed.

But not you?

No, MI6 already has my will.

You've got a look on your face

of a man who's just
accepted he's about to die.

I think my time here
may be coming to an end.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I think mine might
be nearly done, too.

I spent years...

hoping to make a man pay
for the pain he caused,

never once considering that
he might have felt pain himself

and learned from it.

It was easier for me to believe
my daughter was a traitor

than to just look at...

how irreparable our
relationship had become.

Do you know what, Owen?

My will... has one page.

I have nobody in my life
to leave anything to.

I mean, I don't even
have anything to leave.

I mean, if you weren't
talking to me right now,

would I even exist?

Don't think so.

But you still have your daughter.

Where you going?

Everyone's in the bar but me.

If I want a crack at some
sort of human connection,

I'm not gonna get it shut
in the house by myself, am I?

And neither are you.

No, I'm not.

So, how many drinks does it
take to face your own mortality?

I'll tell you when I get there.

You know, I don't even know
what they really want from us.

Well, I think they just
want us to face the reality

of what this is, like, we
could die at any moment.

Well, then, this exercise was

definitely dreamt up by Americans.

You know what I realized?

All of us here are single.

Do you think they did that on purpose?

I think it helps to have
people who are single.

They have more focus.

Yeah, so they can take
in information clearly.

You know, when I was younger...

the generals, they would
isolate us from our families

and turn us against them
so that we would feel

like we had no one else but them.

And it's not so far off,

what they're asking us to do here...

Die for our country.

Wouldn't you want to?

You're damn straight I would.

It looks like we
all had the same idea.

An Irish wake before we plan our funeral.

The jukebox is on me tonight.

I do not think there's a song

that's appropriate for this.

Well, Willie Nelson and
Leonard Cohen beg to differ.

All right. Good to know.

- I will go first.
- All right.

Hey, did you speak to
Lydia about Jeremy Miller?

Yes, and she had no idea about him.

The prevailing theory is that,

he followed the tap that I put in

and hijacked the feed.

Okay, they think that he is obsessed

over being cut out of The Farm

and that he was planning something big.

Maybe even going after all of us.

Thank you.

So... his death may
have been a good thing,

if something like that can be.

She told you all of that?

The FBI wouldn't tell me anything.

That's because you're not FBI anymore.

And I might not be, either.

Lydia asked me to stay.


A-Are you going to?

I don't know. Do you not want me to?

Of course I want you to.

Wow. I knew it.

Party's over. Let me get my drink.

Hello, Sebastian.

I thought maybe we could...

grab a drink together, clear the air.

I'm feeling like I could
use some friends tonight.

Yeah, so you can destroy them later?


Sir Laurence Bishop.

Yeah. What about him?

You're going after him
because of what he did.

No, that's not...

He has a wife, a daughter.
He has grandchildren.

You're going to destroy them?

They already lost Elliot.

You're gonna make them lose him, too?

That's not what I'm doing.

I sent Keyes an e-mail,
told him what I found.

You're not gonna get
what you want this time.

Thank you, Sebastian.


Thank you very much.

James! Shots. Dozens.

Wow. You seem happy. I
haven't seen that in a while.

Yeah, well, I came here
with good intentions.

And like all good intentions,
they went up in smoke.

So, I'd like to drink to
forget I ever had them.

Come on. Enough of your sulking.

Can we get through this
together? Thank you.

Alex, come on!

Dictate me your will, please.

- No.
- No?

All right, well, then,
let's play quarters.

If you can't get them in a glass,

you read your will out loud.

Hell, no!

Fine, boring! Let's make a deal.

Two shots each, everyone does them,

and then you read out loud.

No? Whoa, whoa, whoa. I-Is
it too much for you, is it?

Why? Why? W-We read, we share,

we learn about each other.

That's all we have, isn't it?

Well... Well, aside from
the lies in between us.


Good. More shots of
your mediocre liquor, sir.

I'll be back.

Hey, I'm out with everyone right now.

I'm not supposed to be calling
you or even talking to you,

but I thought that you deserved to know.

The FBI just got word.

Owen is going to take the fall

for placing an illegal tap at the NSA.

That's a federal crime.

They're putting
together a plea deal now.

Take care of yourself.

Stay out of it for your own good.

I know you don't like advice,
Alex, but, please, take it.

Well, the reason I've
assembled all of you here today is,

if we're talking about exposure
and the end of our lives,

well, I would like to expose myself.

And I'd like to go first by saying,

Hello, I'm Harry Doyle. I'm
officer rank two. I'm MI6.

I'm part of, what they
call, a pilot program,

where one of me comes
here, one of you goes there,

et cetera, et cetera.

Wait. Wait. You are MI6?

Catch up, love. I'm
only just getting started.

- Harry.
- Shut up, Alabama.

You're gonna be next.

Okay, yeah, so... I'm
undercover at The Farm,

but no, no, no, no, no, no.

There's a twist, because I'm
not just training alongside you.

No, no, no, no, no.

The British government wants to know

about each and every one of you.

Your history, your weak
points, your stressors.

So you can be of help
to them in the future.

So, please, drink up,

because Her Majesty's paying for it now,

so you can all pay for it in the future.

You know, they'll be
coming to get me soon,

so... I'm gonna say

goodbye, goodnight, and God bless

to those of you who thinks that matters.

We're all gonna die alone, mostly,

probably, by our own hand,

having never found the
justice we were seeking,

having never found any real
human connection with anyone,

set to live out the rest of our lives

in solitary confinement!

Your country thanks
you for your service.

- The disposal needs to be repaired.
- Dad.

And the trees need to be trimmed

before they touch the house.

Rats get in when the
branches touch the house.


The window in the laundry room...

I'm not going to be living
here after training's done.

It'll be someone else's
house, someone else's job.

You want to let me pretend
just... a minute longer?

- I want to talk.
- I'm talking.

About home repairs for a
house neither of us owns

or will be living in?



You're probably never
going to forgive me.

I'm certainly never
gonna forgive myself.

I'm not sure what happened.

The FBI went on a fishing expedition.

I just want to know why you're
willingly walking into their net.

You have a career ahead of you...

a life.

I want to do right by
you for once, just once.

I was never there for you, never.

I still assumed I could make
up for missing your childhood...

later, always later,

that I could... I could get to
know you when you were an adult.

Never realizing I was supposed
to help make you into an adult.

And here you are...


Absolutely perfect,

and I had nothing to do with it.

You know, I thought I
was on the right road

and making things better with you,

and then I just screwed it up further.

- No, Dad.
- And I j... I just...

Once you're on the other side of this...

I hope we can...

We can.

We will.

You're a good person.

You risk everything for your country,

and I hope I can live
up to your example.

Is Harry gone?

I don't know, and I don't care.

Yes, you do.

Thought you left already.

No. No.

First I needed to sober up...

remember what I'd done and
pack my meager belongings.

What you said last night...

You were right.
I didn't get what I wanted.

But nobody does. I
mean, you don't, right?

No, we both have that in common.

There is no justice for me.

Just like there is no freedom for you.

I'm sorry if...

what I did... hurt you.

You think you hurt me?
No, no. You didn't hurt me.

You helped me.

Sebastian, you gave me
the way out I needed.

Now I'm going to give you what you need.

And what's that?

I forgive you.


Owen, you don't have to do this.

Walk away, Alex.

- Owen, I'm so sorry. I just...
- Stop talking.

It's not something you
could apologize for.

I'm sorry, sir.

You never belonged here.
I knew that from day one.

The biggest mistake I
ever made at The Farm

was letting you stay.

You have one hour... to pack your bags.

Okay, since you're not gonna talk,

I can't just sit here.

I'll have them take you into custody.


I'm not Liam.

I'm not a traitor.

Jeremy Miller found me a
month after he faked his death.

He told me that I wasn't
wrong about the group

that we had been looking
for, that they existed,

and they were more
dangerous than we thought.

They recruited him after
he was cut from The Farm

for the same reasons
that the CIA wanted him...

His scenarios.

He politely declined.

Then, they tried to take him out.

He went to the only people
who could help him...

The instructors at The Farm.

Angie Reynolds and Jason Bowling,

the remaining instructors at The Farm,

told him that they knew of this group,

that they themselves had
formed a group to fight them.

It was full of operatives
from the Agency.

They call themselves...

the Citizen's Liberation Front.

They didn't know who the bad guys were

or exactly what they were planning.

They just had to be ready in case.

They needed help from the FBI...

Someone who would be sure
that we wouldn't get in the way

of what they might need to
do to bring this group down.

So they came to me.

Elaine Todd... the First Lady...

It became clear that
she was a part of it.

We heard through back channels

that she had called most
of the members of the AIC

to be present at the summit.

We knew that whatever they were planning

had to do with those drives,
and we had to stop it.

So... we mobilized.

Movement, ground floor.

I didn't know...

that they were going to kill her.

I thought they would create
the hostage situation,

identify the parties involved,

and disappear... amongst the hostages

like they had never been there at all.

It wasn't supposed to go down like that.

This is not how we wanted it to end.

Dayana, don't move.

What are you doing here?


I'm on your side.

Where's Lydia? Is she with you?

She's looking for you.

Now, where are the
drives? And where is Will?

Did something happen to him?

I'm right here.

Thank God, you're alive.

Dayana needed my help to destroy these.

You can't just smash
a hard drive like this.

Wait, what?

You want to destroy them?

Don't you?

- But Lydia said...
- Lydia is my boss...

Special ops, okay?

She told me to hide here
with the drives two hours ago

and save Will in the tunnel.



Unh, unh, unh.

Don't move.

It's done.

I had a feeling it was you.

All this time...

I knew you were AIC.

I was not.

And I'm still not.

I'm a CIA operative
defending this country.

After all the violence today,

the infighting in our own government,

the fact that our very own First Lady

was plotting against her country...

But there's a chance here
to use what they wanted

for a greater good, to
burn down the corruption

that is eating away at this country

and give us the fresh start we need.

I won't let you.

It's already started.

The contents have been uploaded.

So if you want to fight, let's fight.

You can't stop what's coming.

No, no, no, no, no!

She's right, I couldn't stop it.

You're too late.

The future of this
country is about to change.


Alex, there are still
more drives in here.

One is more than enough.

Trust me.

So what happens now?


The Islamic Front...

just took credit for the G20 attack.

They take credit for everything.

You don't get it.

What happened today had nothing to do

with the FBI, the CIA, or you.

It was simply a terrorist attack
by a cell of the Islamic Front.

That is the official narrative.

What does that mean?

It means they're covering it up.

We're free?

You should have it. You should have it.

I can't keep it.

I won't know what to do with it.

And... what would it mean?

It means...

that we loved each other for a while.

How's... How's your shoulder?

They said I'll only ever
really feel it in the cold.

- How's your...
- I'm fine.


'Cause I didn't know what
else to ask you anyway.

This whole thing, it's been so, um...

You could have escaped.

When those trucks blew, you
were close to the perimeter.

You didn't have stay.

Of course I had to stay.

Why? To save a bunch of
people who didn't believe you,

who didn't see what you had seen coming?

No one can see what's coming.

Yeah, but all that time
after you left The Farm,

when you wouldn't let go,

you just kept pushing, researching,

even after I told you it was
crazy over and over again.

Haven't you learned yet?

I don't listen to anyone...
for better or for worse.

You know I'm here.

I'm not going anywhere.

I know.

But maybe drifting
apart was right for us.

Well, like you asking
for this ring back.

I was just trying to reach you,

shake you out of your paranoia

that turned out to
be horribly prophetic.

You know, maybe if our
lives weren't so tangled up,

if we spend some time part

and figure out how to
be in the same place,

wake up together, tell
each other the truth.

I would like that.


So we'll see.

I'll call you when I call you.

And I'll answer when you do.

Okay, I've got to go.

Yeah, I have a meeting at Langley.

I have an interview.

I will always love you.

Why are we here?

You know my feelings about Claire Haas.

It's Madam President.

And I told you, she's
not who you think she is.

At least not anymore.

I don't know about you,

but this feels like being
called to the principal's office.

Are you sure they didn't
say what this was about?


I'm done with the mind games, Shelby.

The last thing I need is
another surprise that just...

This can't keep happening.

I didn't know you would be here.

I was summoned.

So was I.

Do any of you know what this is for?

I think we're about to find out.

Good afternoon.

I'm glad you could all make it.

It's not like we had a choice.

The entire G20 summit was premised

on the world's intelligence
organizations coming together

to share their secrets once and for all

and to stand down their spying.

Which is why they
turned over their drives.

Those drives contain
something far more valuable

than the information on them.

They contain patterns,

years of behavior from
each member country,

and America's got out.

These patterns give a road-map

to how a country reacts to any event.

With this information,

an enemy can create an attack so perfect

that the people won't
know it's happening

until it's too late.

Anybody wanting to attack America

just got a huge windfall
if they know where to look.

I'm forming a select team to fight it.

A covert joint-task force.

To figure out who's coming for us

and to find this information
before they use it against us.

The AIC is the hand
of a much larger body.

The people behind them know
the information is out there.

We can tell when they've accessed it,

just not by whom.

Your job will be to monitor
it, find out who's responsible,

and to respond accordingly.

You will have access

to whatever resources
and Intel you'll need.

Those of you employed by your
respective government agencies

will stay as such,

and the rest of you will
be private contractors.

I tried to stop them...

but I failed.

Why am I here?

Maybe this is your redemption.

And for the rest of
us, a way to remind us

of how easy it is to
become what you're hunting.

So believe me when I say

that what we're asking you
to do is next to impossible.

This team will be taking down people

who think they're untouchable,

organizations who believe that
justice doesn't apply to them.

But we chose you for a reason.

We believe that you, and
you alone, can stop them.


So, who's in charge?

Who do we report to?

My son.