Previously on Intelligence...
We connected a human being directly to the information grid.
He's a hero. Delta Force tier 1.
He's also wreckless and insubordinate.
And you put a computer in his head.
The chip functions as a sixth sense.
Shen: The candidate had to possess
an extremely rare genetic mutation.
It's called Athens-4U7R.
I'm in the D.M.V. database now.
We've spent billions of dollars creating something
that every nation on earth would go to war to possess.
I want you to protect it for us.
Sniper! Down!
[ Gunshot, glass shatters ]
I'm cyber-rendering.
I create a virtual snapshot of an event in my mind
and then walk through it.
You're doing this right now?
The chip processes it like a computer,
but my brain metabolizes it like...well, like a brain.
If they wanted a robot, they could have built one.
They wanted a human, and they got one.
[ Man singing in native language ]
Chooch, 12:00.
What the hell is this guy doing?
Whoa.
[ Guns cocking ] Get down right now!
Hey! Let me see your hands!
Man: Watch our backs!
Show me your hands!
[ Shouting in Pashto ]
Right now!
Put your hands in the air!
On the ground now! Down! [ Shouts in Pashto ]
[ Indistinct shouting in distance ]
Let's go.
[ Air hisses ]
Man: Clear.
[ Sighs ] All right, let's strip him.
You think we don't know what you're doing, Chooch?
Throwing rocks at a scout convoy?
Easier ways to get a warm meal.
All right, let's see what we got here.
Anything? The guy's completely clean.
Good to go, corporal.
All right, I'll take him down. Let's go.
Allahu Akbar.
Hey, save it. Allahu Akbar.
Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar. Hey.
Allahu Akbar. Allahu Ak--
[ door opens ]
[ Sighs ]
Mm.
[ Sighs ]
Gabriel.
[ Chuckles ]
Hello. I didn't see you there.
[ Laughs ] You're all wet!
Oh, that's terrible, isn't it?
Mm.
[ Cellphone vibrating ]
No, no, no, no.
Yes. No, no, no, no, no.
Yes.
[ Sighs ]
Whoever thought we should be perpetually connected
to the Internet should be shot.
[ Sighs ]
You were just actuated, weren't you?
[ Sighs ]
Where?
Mumbai.
India.
I don't want to go.
I know.
I've been thinking about quitting the agency.
Quitting? Why?
We just got married.
It doesn't change who you are.
You love what you do.
You don't want me to be here?
[ Sighs ] Of course I do.
Of course I want you here.
But I don't want you changing for me.
[ Sighs ]
This one would be months, not weeks.
We'll work it out.
We've been worlds away before.
What do I always say?
"It's just geography."
That's right.
It's just geography.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Beep ]
Seriously? It's 6:00 A.M.
I'm assigned to protect you.
That means every night and every morning,
I need to hear the voice of America's favorite superweapon.
You know this is never gonna work for me.
It works for the leader of the free world.
Yeah? Well, what's your boyfriend gonna say?
Calling me late at night and early in the morning.
What? No boyfriend?
Got a girlfriend?
[ Sighs ] Stop.
I could use the chip.
Three seconds, I'd know what your favorite ice cream is.
You did that on the first day.
Fine. Chocolate-chip-mint.
But I've kept my promise since then.
Hey, you want me to share. How about you share with me?
Talk about Zurich.
There's nothing to talk about.
Three weeks ago, you went to follow a lead
to find your missing wife.
You said it was a dead end. That's it?
You know what Amelia's code name in the CIA was?
Sounder.
As in "Depth Sounder"?
When she goes under, she goes deep.
After seven years, I'm beginning to realize
Amelia won't be found till she wants to be.
Not even by me.
You find a place to live yet?
Turn to your left.
We call this "proximity overlook."
Yeah, well, the rest of the world calls it stalking.
[ Beep ]
What you're seeing here is aerial surveillance footage
of the Bawri Tana marine combat outpost --
or what's left of it.
It was attacked by a suicide bomber
at 0800 hours, local time.
The blast killed 12 marines and injured 45 more,
making it the deadliest attack on U.S. forces
since the Bagram air base was hit two years ago.
That's terrible.
It gets worse -- Senator William Barnett,
who was visiting the troops at the time,
was killed in the explosion.
The senator was the target of the attack.
But right now, it's unclear why.
How did they get past the perimeter?
An Afghan merchant named Zafar Hasani
was detained outside the base.
We brought him in through the front gate.
They didn't screen him for explosives?
Oh, they did. And they used some top-of-the-line stuff, too.
I'm talking about a high-precision pulse wand,
an A.R.D. machine,
a diffraction-enhanced X-ray scanner.
There was nothing on him. And yet he still went boom.
And that's why we've been brought in.
If a terrorist group has developed a way
to thwart our military's security protocols,
every one of our bases is now vulnerable.
We need this new threat located and eliminated.
So, who was Zafar Hasani? Is he on any of our watch lists?
No, he had no known ties to any terrorist or insurgent groups.
The guy's just a baker.
It's too sophisticated for one guy.
There's no way he acted alone.
Should we look for the butcher and the candlestick maker?
[ Laughs ] Sorry.
Here's something.
Zafar was living with his brother, Malik Hasani,
who trained with the A.N.A. commando brigade.
Looks like Malik was briefly detained
by the CIA last year.
Okay, that sounds like our co-conspirator.
Get on the S.T.U. to the forward operating base.
Let's find Malik and bring him in.
Don't bother. Why not?
He's not on the no-fly list, Lillian.
I'm in the TSA master manifest now.
Don't tell me.
Malik Hasani boarded a flight out of KBL
that landed in Dulles this morning.
He's here.
Lillian: One of our nation's most decorated soldiers.
He's a hero, and now our country's most secret weapon.
Gabriel possesses a rare genetic mutation
that allowed us to implant a microchip in his brain.
We connected his mind directly to the information grid.
It's something the chip does that nobody expected.
I can create a virtual snapshot of an event in my mind
and then walk through it.
It's like a virtual evidence wall.
At U.S. Cyber Command,
we created a highly specialized unit around him...
Amos: Satellite in five.
...and assigned an agent to protect him.
Run!
He's the first of his kind --
the next evolution of intelligence.
Sync & corrections by honeybunny www.addic7ed.com
This is security footage
from the Dulles customs and border protection checkpoint.
That's Malik Hasani there.
He was carrying some sort of traveling case.
Well, if his brother could sneak an explosive
into a military base,
Malik might try to clear one through customs.
But it's just a chess set.
What about a secret compartment?
Let me see if I can access the scan from the X-ray machine.
Got it.
Doc said I should be able to interpolate
the two sources of data and...
[ Chuckles ]
Whoa.
What is it? It's pretty cool.
Except there's no room to hide anything in there.
Hang on. The...
All the pieces are the same color.
Would make it hard to play chess.
This chess set isn't hiding a bomb.
It is the bomb.
Plastic explosive can be molded into any shape.
Chess pieces, sure, but the brother at the base,
he wasn't carrying anything.
Maybe he shaped it into something smaller
that he could swallow.
Oh, no, no. No.
All known explosives are highly noxious.
Ingesting even a small amount
would cause debilitating seizures, vomiting, even death.
What if this is something new?
Edible C-4?
Oh, well, that's a fascinating little scientific puzzle.
[ Laughs ]
Could the Hasani brothers have solved it?
[ Sighs ]
They would need a formal education
in explosive-ordnance studies,
large quantities of trinitramine,
cyclotrimethylene, or something similar,
and the ability to develop ground-breaking techniques
that eliminate the compound's fatal levels of toxicity.
So, basically, snowball's chance in hell.
A snowball sometimes has a chance.
[ Chuckles ]
But there are a dozen military research labs in the world
that I can think of
that would have the technical expertise.
Narrow it down. Find our snowball.
[ Beeping ]
Excuse me, Lillian.
I've worked with the head
of Senator Barnett's personal security detail,
so I put in a call.
That so? Very well.
Did he have anything useful for us?
Well, as you can imagine,
there's no shortage of Middle Eastern terror groups
with dreams of killing the senator.
He's advocated intervention in Syria, Turkey, Iran.
Sort the threats. Try to connect Malik Hasani.
Jameson's working on that now.
Let me know when you've learned something.
I learned that you hadn't issued a bolo on Malik yet.
That's correct.
Don't we want to get his face out there?
If we spook him, he might accelerate the timetable
for the next attack.
But if we sit on it and he strikes again,
all the blame will fall on you.
Sorry, it's not my place.
It's just a risky decision, that's all.
As my father is fond of saying, character is only defined
by the decisions you make when all could be lost.
We got something here.
Airport security grabbed a picture of Malik
leaving the airport and getting into yellow taxi 574.
And for the record [Grunts] I found it first.
It's true. He got this one.
Did you give me a little attitude?
Not attitude. That's love, brother.
Maybe the cab driver can tell us where he dropped off Malik.
Go. I'll call the cab company.
That's a good idea.
Or we could use the microchip in my brain.
Cab number 574 is parked at 6th and Memorial.
They all have GPS now.
Wait. So, at any given time,
you know where all the cabs in the city are?
Beats standing on the corner with your hand in the air.
It's not military.
They're too busy making the next longbow.
English, please.
Military technology has always moved us
farther from the battlefield.
In the 14th century, it was archers.
Today, it's drones.
No standing army wants to make a bomb
they have to swallow.
Got it. Well, that's when it hit me.
Maybe we're looking for someone
who wants to make their explosions
safer, not more deadly.
Who would that be?
Diessenhofen Technologies is constantly innovating
in the field of mining safety.
Well, Dr. Cottier, I've been studying
your patent applications
and there's one that caught my attention.
We apply for hundreds of patents every year.
Oh, I think you'll remember this one.
A biodegradable plastic explosive
that can be handled safely
without exposure to harmful toxins.
And I see the recipe contains
cyclotrimethylene trinitramine
but displays no markers,
no odorizing chemical taggants.
Congratulations, doctor.
You designed a bomb
so safe to handle, it's undetectable.
What could possibly go wrong?
It's only in the experimental stages.
We're hoping it could
make demolitions safer and more efficient.
We call it Red-X.
22 hours ago, somebody walked a batch of your Red-X
right into a U.S. military base,
killing a dozen of our soldiers.
And unless you want even more blood on your hands,
you're gonna tell us who you sold it to.
Right now.
I assure you, we never sold it to anyone.
The prototype disappeared four months ago...
...from our Zurich laboratory.
It was stolen? And you didn't think to report that missing?!
We couldn't risk losing our funding.
Your funding?! You call yourself a doctor?!
How much was taken? 2.1 kilograms.
That is more than enough for another attack.
How does it work?
A tiny circuit is pressed into the clay.
It acts like a receiver
and can be detonated remotely, however you like.
One call from a cellphone would do the trick.
This is footage from the taxi-cab dashboard camera.
That's Malik. He still has the Red-X.
Nelson: Yeah, but where is he headed?
That's McKinley Square.
What potential targets are nearby?
There are dozens of government buildings
in that area.
Two subway entrances. A bank?
Four banks.
An army recruitment center across the street.
There are 106 possible targets, to be exact.
Lillian: Well, we're gonna have to narrow that down.
Keep tracking the cab.
That was everything up until Malik got out.
Just let it run.
There.
He's meeting with someone.
Nicely done.
One of them must be "the button."
The button? Yeah, Red-X apparently requires
at least two people.
One swallows the explosive, walks it through security.
The other -- the button -- watches from a safe distance
and remotely detonates it with a -- a cellphone.
Wait, wait. Why wouldn't the bomber just detonate himself?
Suicide bombers have been known to have second thoughts.
Enhance the image. Isolate their faces.
Working on it. Nelson: Working on it.
Or we could just do it your way.
Oh, God.
You know him? From where?
Where are you, Gabriel?
Mumbai.
His name is Ibrahim Al-Munin.
He's a lashkar-e-Tayyiba operative.
He was part of the attacks
at the Taj Mahal hotel in 2008.
And now he's here with Malik.
And my wife.
We can't see her face. We don't know it's Amelia.
It's her. Is that coming from the chip
or are you just extrapolating?
There's no clear distinction. The chip is constantly --
It's her.
After the Mumbai attacks, Amelia and Ibrahim
were both presumed dead,
but their bodies were never recovered.
Now, out of the blue, Ibrahim shows up on U.S. soil
with an unidentified female partner?
That's Amelia. She's still deep.
We have no proof that Amelia is even involved,
much less working undercover.
I need you to stay focused on what we actually know.
I've been searching for her for six years.
This is the first good lead!
I don't care!
You have somehow convinced yourself
that the purpose of the chip is to help you find your wife.
Well, let me remind you
of your responsibilities to this country.
Any time wasted on wishful thinking
is putting American lives in greater danger,
and I won't tolerate that.
Am I clear?
Yeah. You're clear.
Lillian, this is exactly what we worried about
when we selected him.
If Amelia is involved, he could become irrational --
self-destructive even.
Well, then find a way to control him
because I am not taking my best asset offline
in the middle of an active terrorist attack.
I can patch glitches, fix bugs, repair hardware.
Hell, I can even reprogram the chip.
But it is not the chip that is crashing.
[ Grunting ]
Lance Corporal Daniel Hindes.
He was only 24 years old.
He had a wife named Laura...
...and a 5-year-old daughter named Jenny.
And they'll never get to see him again
because a terrorist, stuffed with Red-X,
blew him up two days ago.
There's 12 more stories just like this one.
Go ahead. Pull them up yourself.
[ File thuds ]
You know what it's like to lose the person you love.
If you don't help us try to stop this...
what are we gonna say
to the next Laura and Jenny Hindes?
Okay, it took some digging,
but an alternate spelling of Ibrahim's name
turned up in the title of a closed senate intel briefing.
Unfortunately, it's been redacted.
Lillian: Means we're on the right track.
Can you decrypt the files? I can't, but...
...Gabriel can.
Let me take a look.
Ibrahim was married to a medical student in Pakistan.
She was working at a local hospital
when it was attacked by a PMF strike team.
Private military?
Contractors. Our payroll.
The PMF team believed the hospital was protecting
a terrorist cell, so they went in hot.
They were wrong.
Ibrahim's wife, Nadira, was caught in the crossfire.
That's awful. Which contractor?
Phalanx Global Security. They were called before congress.
Got a light spanking, sent back to the playroom.
And get this.
The committee chairman who decided
to look the other way...
Senator Barnett. That's motive.
Ibrahim's striking back for what happened to his wife.
Guys, Phalanx Headquarters off McKinley square,
less than a block from where the cab stopped.
We have a target.
Riley.
If Amelia is involved and you find her
with her hand on the detonator,
Gabriel won't be able to take that shot.
Will you?
Yes. Of course.
That hesitation --
when you were thinking how devastated he might be --
that's the moment the bomb went off and killed him.
Phalanx Security is on the 15th floor.
This place would be a nightmare to evacuate.
You know, you're not the only one
with a voice in your head.
Mine's a sentry that whispers in my ear
when my protectee's in danger.
Is it whispering now?
It's screaming at me.
You two want to keep arguing, or are we going in?
Lillian: How quickly can you take
all of the cell towers within range offline?
Any signal that gets through could be the one
that reaches the transceiver in the bomber's stomach.
You don't just flip a switch.
We first need to submit an emergency interruption claim
to the national communications system -- Hack it. If it's faster.
I love it when you talk dirty.
[ Keyboard clacking ]
Agent Neal.
You received a call from my supervisor.
Uh...they wouldn't tell me what's going on.
Let's see what you've got here.
I really shouldn't have anybody back here.
Robert, don't you know your office password
shouldn't be the same as your e-mail password?
What are you talking about?
I'm in.
No matches yet.
Did you see either of these two men
come past this checkpoint?
That guy kind of looks like
the courier that just came through here.
What floor was he going to?
15. That's him.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
[ Buzzing ]
Not again. [ Sighs ]
It looks like we're getting our exercise today.
Nice work. That'll slow him down.
I'm going to the 15th floor. Wait.
You can't get close to the bomb
until we control the detonator.
I'll get in position while you find the button.
He's got to be close by, probably outside security.
I'm on it.
[ Elevator bell dings ] W-what should I do?
Hey, hold the --
[ indistinct conversations ]
[ Beep ]
Man: Are you still there? Good.
Lillian: Gabriel, Riley, are you reading me?
[ Pulsating tones ]
I see Nelson got the cell towers down.
Our line should be the only one getting through right now.
Why isn't Gabriel responding?
He's in the elevator.
It must be acting like a Faraday cage,
shielding all electromagnetic frequencies --
Yes, thank you. What's your status? Okay.
We've located the bomb, but no sign of the button.
Have Gabriel scoop him up while they can't send a signal.
And be ready.
Once they realize their communication is jammed,
they'll scramble.
I'm almost in position. Any sign of Ibrahim?
Riley? Hello?
I have eyes on Ibrahim.
I'm moving in.
He's holding some kind of...
walkie-talkie.
Our network outage only blocks cell signals.
He could still set off the bomb with a walkie-talkie.
I don't have a clean shot.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Got a delivery for me?
Gabriel, get him in the elevator.
The bomb is still live. Good to know.
[ Gun cocks ] Federal agent! Drop it!
[ Click ]
[ Horn blares ]
Button's on the move!
Who are you working with?!
Death is coming for you all.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Finally.
Riley, do you have the detonator?!
Negative, negative!
[ People gasping ]
[ Grunts, screams ]
[ Thud ]
[ Tires screech ]
[ Screaming ]
Halt! Federal agent!
[ Tires squeal ]
You're sure it was Amelia?
I'm certain.
So you knew it was my wife and you kept on firing?
She wasn't your wife.
She was a threat and I was neutralizing it.
And what if I'm right? Did you ever think of that?
What if I'm right and she's deep cover,
working some angle we haven't seen yet?
What if you're wrong and we turn our backs?
It'd be Bin Laden all over again.
Bin Laden? That's what you're gonna throw at me?
I've been looking for Amelia for six years.
She shows up on the grid,
and your first instinct's to shoot her dead.
It was the right call. It's not your call to make! It's my call!
No. It's Lillian's.
Nelson: I don't know what's more disturbing --
the Red-X or looking into a dead guy's stomach.
Be gentle. [ Whimpers ]
We don't know which of these
contains the live detonator circuit.
We could easily trip it with the picofarads
found in common static electricity.
Please... stop...talking.
All right, now, mark this one as 19.5 grams.
[ Sighs ]
Shouldn't...the bomb squad be handling this?
No, no.
They'd just do a controlled detonation.
We'd lose all of our evidence.
Nelson, be careful. Your hands are shaking.
Yeah. I wonder why, dad.
You said you wanted to do more things together.
I meant a movie or a ballgame.
[ Chuckles ]
Uh-oh.
Not the most reassuring words
to hear while handling explosives.
We may have a problem.
Not any better.
We only found 0.5 kilograms of Red-X in Malik's stomach.
Analyzing the pattern of structural damage
from the Afghan combat outpost,
Zafar ingested approximately 0.5 kilograms, as well.
This means that Ibrahim
is still in possession of 1.1 kilograms.
Get to the point, dad.
That is more than enough for another attack.
Another attack!
And it would be the largest yet.
He is not done.
So where is Ibrahim now?
We're not sure. We found this in Malik's pocket.
He made a purchase at a convenience store
less than two hours before the attempted bombing.
Only bought one item -- honey.
Honey?
And we found trace amounts in Malik's stomach.
I guess a spoonful helps the deadly explosives go down.
Did you run this address? It's right across the street
from the Kaaba Mosque and Cultural Center.
That's worth checking out.
Lillian, I need a word.
Now.
Outside.
What right do you have to give that order?
What order?
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
She's a terrorist, Gabriel.
You don't know that!
Everyone knows that. Everyone but you.
I wanted to believe she was clean, too.
You know I did.
But the only reason
we don't have Ibrahim in custody right now
is because she helped him get away.
I know you have all that extra processing power.
But at the end of the day,
the simplest explanation is usually the right one.
How bad is it?
On an average day, he's using 25% to 30%
of his processing speed searching for Amelia.
Can you even imagine what's going on in his brain today?
He's highly erratic, Lillian.
If we pull him off now, he'll never forgive us.
But he would survive.
Unfortunately, I need to worry about
the people who wouldn't.
[ Door opens ]
Man: They were staying here, but I haven't seen them
since yesterday morning's prayers.
I'm sorry.
So you let them stay here, but you can't tell us anything?
Kaaba Mosque is not just a place of worship.
It's a community center.
We offer a variety of services to all Muslims.
And what if they're terrorists?
I didn't know they were Lashkar.
This mosque and those who pray in it,
they don't support Lashkar's tactics and beliefs.
I offered these men a bed, but no one can know
what's in another person's soul.
Did they have a woman with them?
Not to my knowledge, no.
Tall, black hair. Maybe she met them here.
I'm sorry. It's possible.
But I haven't seen anyone else.
Gabriel, over here. Come here.
Thank you. Excuse me.
I'm Riley. This is Gabriel.
How you doing, chief? What's your name?
Yousef.
Nice to meet you, Yousef.
Was there something you wanted to tell us?
It's okay. You won't get in trouble, I promise.
Did you talk to that guy?
Did he say where they were going?
I found this. It fell out of his bag.
Look at this. It's a hospital.
Ibrahim's wife was killed in a hospital.
He was casing Providence Memorial. He's gonna blow it up as payback.
We have to evacuate that hospital now.
[ Police radio chatter ]
[ Siren wails ]
This place is huge. Ibrahim could be hiding anywhere.
Any sign of him on surveillance?
No, but their cameras only monitor
46% of the building.
There's too many areas out of view.
You and I need to split up. You take the --
We're not splitting up. I can't watch your back
if I have no idea where you are.
Look -- we have over 86,000 square feet to search.
You really want do that -- room to room, holding my hand?
The holding hands part is optional.
We don't have time to argue about it. You're right. We don't.
Hey, the first-floor emergency rooms are all clear.
I.C.U. and N.I.C.U. still need staff assistance.
What about the decision teams from the additional hospitals?
They haven't showed up yet.
Okay, then we're gonna need to improvise.
Round up anyone in scrubs and redeploy them to the I.C.U.s.
We need to get everyone clear of this building.
Yeah, copy that. Gabriel, what do we --
Son of a... Gabriel!
Go! Go! Everybody out!
Move!
Come on! Go, go, go!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
[ Distorted ] Amelia.
[ Distorted ] Gabriel, what are you doing here?
Stay back!
Amelia.
[ Normal voice ] I mean it. Get out of here. Now.
Listen to me. Ibrahim's planted a bomb in here!
I got to find it and get you out of here!
You found it!
It's me, Gabriel.
I'm the bomb.
Why -- w-why would you do this?
It would be impossible for you to understand.
I know you. You don't believe in this. This isn't you.
You don't know me. Not anymore.
We need time. We just need time to talk.
We can work this out together.
We just need a room where the detonator's signal can't reach.
The X-ray labs!
The X-ray labs are lined with lead.
The nearest one's about 87 feet away.
I can save you! Come on!
There's no detonator. The bomb's on a timer.
Ibrahim didn't want to take any chances this time.
It's going to detonate no matter what you do.
It's an electronic device.
Stop it! It can be disabled.
All we need is a burst of electricity.
Get out of here! Go! Go!
No, I'm not leaving you!
Gabriel, this was always a lie.
Do you understand? I never loved you!
I know what you're doing.
I hate you! I've always hated you! Get out of here!
Get away from her now. No, lower your weapon.
You know I can't do that. You have less than a minute.
Listen, Riley, I-I have an idea.
I heard. It won't work. You don't know that.
You will die trying to save her.
30 seconds. Get out! Go!
[ Electricity charges ] It's still charging! Come on.
If you're wrong, we all die!
I'm not wrong! Come on!
I'm not gonna lose you again.
Gabriel, look at me. Will you look at me?
I made these choices. Me.
No. I did!
Please, no.
[ Sighs ] Gabriel.
It's just geography.
No!
[ Explosion ]
Amelia: [ Echoing ] You're gonna hate me.
Gabriel: [ Echoing ] Why am I gonna hate you?
Last time I went on a covert op like this, I --
it took me a while to find my way back.
That's 'cause you didn't have a compass.
[ Glass thuds ]
Come here.
I'm your compass.
You get lost, I'll be here
to get you back home.
[ Sighs ]
Reporter: The cause of the blast is believed to be
a ruptured natural gas pipe.
The leak was detected minutes before the explosion
and all personnel were safely evacuated.
Lillian: It wasn't perfect, but considering
no innocent lives were lost, I'm calling this one a win.
Nice job.
Why the cover story? CIA wasn't too keen to let it out
that one of their agents went rogue
and detonated a bomb on U.S. soil.
What about Ibrahim Al-Munin?
We're gonna find him.
You're damn right we will.
Let's get to work.
Riley.
We're defined by the decisions we make, right?
[ Door closes ]
[ Vocalizing ]
[ Sighs ]
Gabriel.
I could have saved her.
It was one-in-a-million.
It was worth the risk.
No, it wasn't.
My life, my choice.
If I hadn't done what I did,
Amelia would have still died.
The only difference is you'd be gone, too.
But she wouldn't have had to die alone.
I'm sorry.
You had no right to take that from me.
Not a right, no.
An obligation.
Because I'm government property.
Well, congratulations. The chip is fine.
I did it to protect you.
Not the chip. You.
Even if you hate me...
...I'm glad you're alive.
[ Sighs ]
Lillian: You did a great thing, Yousef.
You saved a lot of people.
I did?
You were so helpful that... [ Sighs ]
...it makes me wonder
if there was something you forgot to tell us.
I don't understand.
You didn't really find this in Ibrahim's stuff.
Did this woman give it to you?
She told me to give it to the man named Gabriel.
She said he'd know what to do.
I understand now.
Thank you, Yousef.
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