- What do you know about Jessica Ford?
- She was my mother.
You were in command at the Shiloh siege.
You got tactical too close.
I don't pose any threat to Mr. Beaumont.
- Emotions are a threat.
Let's be honest, Maxine, you bring a lot of emotion.
- Mr. Beaumont, why would you hire me
if you knew who my mother was?
- The question isn't why I hired you.
It's why you'd wanna work for the man who got her killed.
- You know Damien Delaine is up for parole?
Has he tried to contact you?
- I... haven't spoken to him.
- Good. Keep it that way.
♪♪♪
- Okay.
You can do this.
- Can I see your ID, please? - Sure.
- Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Open the gate.
Maxine: Eric. - Hey.
Just checking you've got everything you need.
- Well, apart from a good night's sleep.
I stayed up going over the protocols again.
I wouldn't send you into a risk assessment alone
unless I knew you were ready for it and you are.
- Thanks, boss.
- I never should've let you talk me into that.
- As if I could.
Come in.
- Sir, Ms. Carlson is here for you.
- Thank you, Agent Stokes.
Crisis Resolution must be pretty good, Ms. Carlson,
for the FBI to kick this over to a private contractor.
- Well, my boss, Eric Beaumont,
wrote the FBI's risk assessment protocols.
- Have you done many of these?
- Not many.
Have you had any further contact
since the voice message?
- Radio silence.
- And the voice said "give up your access codes
or pay with your life."
- I think those were the exact words.
The voice was computerized,
and I didn't get a chance to record it.
- What kind of access codes is he demanding?
- To a top-secret data center.
The kind we use to protect western democracies
from every kind of terrorist attack you can imagine.
- And what makes you think the threat came from
this 'hacktivist, ' Krank? - Same M.O.
Krank tried to hack into our systems
to steal these access codes ten years ago.
- Isn't it strange that he would suddenly reappear now?
- You tell me. You're the expert.
- Didn't you promise Evie you wouldn't track her any more?
- It's for her own safety.
- I'm sure.
Point is, you told her you wouldn't.
- I don't want her worrying.
- Your work demands you manipulate people,
your family needs the truth.
- Better hurry up getting dressed.
She's in the hallway... mhm.
- Hey mom, I'm back. - Hello, sweetie.
- You gate crashing our shopping trip?
- Your mom's got me working again.
- Ah-ha.
- What were you saying about the truth?
- Excuse me.
Hello.
So what's the verdict, Ms. Carlson?
- The threat is non-specific and hasn't recurred.
According to our protocols, it's low-risk.
- Well, I'm not gonna portend that's not a relief.
Hello?
- Ubi mors ibi spes. Ubi mors ibi spes.
- It's the same voice.
- Ubi mors ibi spes. Ubi mors ibispes.
- It's Latin.
"Where there is death there is hope."
Sir, put the phone down.
Put the phone down please!
Put the phone down now!
Agh!
- Someone help!
Oh my God! Marcus.
Agent Nash! I have you. I have you.
Help! Somebody help!
♪♪♪
- Maxine.
- Agent Nash died an hour ago.
Massive brain hemorrhaging.
- Look at me.
Look at me.
This isn't your fault.
You understand me?
- The phone exploded seconds after I told him he was safe.
- That phrase in Latin...
- "Where there is death there is hope."
It was used by the Fascists in the Spanish Civil War.
- You recognized it as a threat.
- Just not soon enough.
Special agent: Mr. Beaumont?
Assistant Executive Director Woods has arrived.
He requested to meet with you immediately.
- All right. Come on.
- Ma'am, you can relax.
- This wasn't your fault.
- Either the protocols are wrong,
which we know they aren't. Or I screwed up.
- Or neither.
Digital voice: I trust Marcus Nash's cell phone
got your attention.
That was just a taste of my power.
I can infect any computer that controls
an electromechanical process.
Cars, life support machines, nuclear centrifuges.
All your critical infrastructure.
Release the access codes to NSA's cloud servers
by midnight tonight.
Or I will inflict mass civilian casualties and chaos.
- Can he make good on that threat?
- Well, our guys are analyzing the pulse
he sent through the network to Nash's phone. Ah...
- But theoretically it's possible.
- Yes. Theoretically. Yes.
- Well, then we have to assume this is real.
- Hmh.
- And the U.S. Government does not negotiate with terrorists.
- No, we don't but...
- 14 hours and change.
I'm gonna need something to offer.
- You'll have it.
- And your word, Freddie. If you want me to negotiate,
then you have to let me negotiate.
- All right. No force. No tactical.
Scout's honor.
One other thing. - Hm.
- I don't want the girl on this one.
- Maxine is my second.
- You and I used to be friends.
- I still consider us friends, Freddie.
- All right, all right. Then listen to me on this one.
Look, I know you feel responsible
for Jessica Ford's death at Shiloh.
But hiring her daughter...
you don't see that as a mistake?
- This was a targeted assassination -
timed to occur at precisely the moment Maxine was with Nash.
- Why would they do that?
- I don't know... yet.
My team, my way.
♪♪♪
- Did you reach Maxine? - Yeah.
Yeah. She is shaken.
Blaming herself. - Should she?
- I mean, she followed protocol.
- So what happened?
- Well, that's them now.
- Hey, Max. - Hey.
- Hang in there.
- I'll be fine once we stop this guy.
- Krank left no e-mail address, no phone number.
We've got 14 hours and no way to contact him.
- Well, there's someone else we can talk to.
The electromagnetic pulse that Krank used
to make that phone explode was written
in a complex programming language called COMA.
- So complex only a handful of people know how to write it.
- It was developed by a Professor at Chicago Tech
in the early 1990s.
Damien Delaine.
- Damien Delaine?
- Isn't he's serving 17 years for the massacre at Shiloh.
- Was. Paroled for good behavior last week.
- Hm. - Last week?
So... well, he was still in prison when Agent Nash
originally received the threat.
- Okay. Only a handful of people in the world
know how to read this computer language.
If Damien Delaine is not behind this attack,
he might know who is.
- All right. Talk to him.
- All right. - Okay.
- You okay?
Talking about Delaine must bring back
strong emotions for you.
Consider his involvement in your mother death.
It does for me.
- I can handle it.
♪♪♪
- Do you think what I'm thinking?
- 6 months ago, Maxine Carlson appears in our lives.
- And suddenly we get a case involving Damien Delaine,
the man who's responsible for her mother's death,
whom Eric hasn't seen or spoken to in 17 years.
- Damien Delaine convinced some 50 some odd people
at Shiloh that suicide was a better option than living.
Get your game face on.
And remember we need his help.
I'm Zara Hallam. This is my colleague, Oliver Yates.
Thank you for agreeing to come in.
- I was so grateful to receive this call.
- 17 years in prison... is a long time.
How does it feel to be on the outside?
- 17 years gives you a lot of sleepless hours
to think about the people that lost their lives.
The families I tore apart.
- Now you're rehabilitated?
- I was wrong.
I thought I had a cause...
I thought many things.
Misguided things.
So please,
if there's any small way I can help with your case -
you have no idea how much that would mean to me.
- And you bear no ill will against Eric Beaumont?
- Eric Beaumont is a manipulator and a hypocrite,
Who bears as much responsibility as I do -
if not more so - for the deaths at Shiloh.
- We both consider Eric a mentor. And a friend.
- I've paid for my crimes, Ms. Hallam.
Eric Beaumont has not.
But that doesn't diminish my genuine desire
to help you
if I can.
- A person calling themselves, Krank, used these codes
to blow up a cell phone.
And the man holding it.
- Well, no wonder you can't read this. This is in COMA.
- Can you help us identify the person who wrote it?
- It has to be Victoria Locke.
She's a former student of mine.
British, she's be in her late 30s now.
- How certain are you that it's her?
- Well, COMA was Victoria's thesis.
Others could write simple programs,
but to pull off what you described -
it can't be anyone else.
- Nice theory. Slight problem.
Victoria Locke died in 2007.
Victoria: People are asleep.
Walking around in daydreams.
While the rich get richer
and the government distracts us with consumerism
as they watch our every move.
We let them control us.
- Surveillance audio of Victoria Locke
from her college days.
- Anti-government rant fits the profile.
- But if she drowned in Malta in 2007,
how can she be Krank?
- And the timing of Victoria's death tallies
with when Krank dropped off the Bureau's radar.
- So what, she's back from the dead?
- Maybe.
- Maybe?
- Damien Delaine is the ultimate manipulator.
Each move seems random and disconnected...
until it doesn't.
- He was in prison until a week ago.
Could he really be behind this?
- But I spoke to his prison officers.
His behavior was exemplary.
Not even caught with a cell phone, let alone a computer.
- Still, one week out of prison and this happens.
The timing is suspicious.
- Maybe he's given us the name of a dead woman
to throw us off the scent?
- All right, get her texts to compare Krank's threats
with other hacktivists operating the last ten years.
Let's see if we can find a match.
- Right away.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah.
Maxine?
Sorry, am I interrupting?
- No. It's... it's okay.
- Listen, um...
a man died in your arms yesterday.
No one would think any less of you if...
if you wanted to sit this one out.
- I'm fine, really.
But thank you for asking.
Zara: Okay, our techs found something.
They're sending it through now.
- Okay.
What are we looking at?
- Online posts from someone calling themselves "Tech-Girl".
- Tech-Girl. Victoria Locke went
to Chicago Institute of Technology.
- Her posts bear remarkable similarities to Krank's.
- What kind of similarities?
- Vocabulary. Syntax.
Subject matter.
Plus Tech-Girl appears to have come into existence
shortly after Victoria Locke drowned in 2007.
- Or is said to have drowned.
- Faked her own death, then went underground?
- So she's alive,
then Damien Delaine's intel was helpful.
- So it appears. Yeah.
Can you pull a cell phone number for Tech-Girl?
- Yeah. I'm working on it.
- I'm gonna need something to negotiate with.
- The NSA has authorized the release of certain packets
of classified intel for leverage purposes.
- Packets containing...?
- Above my pay grade.
- Bingo! Got her contact number!
- All right. Well, let's-let's roll the dice.
Wood: This better work.
We've got 10 hours left.
- Hello?
- Am I speaking with Tech-Girl?
My name is Eric Beaumont. I'm a negotiator.
- Am I right in presuming you are Victoria Locke, AKA Krank?
- Darling, I'll be whoever you want me to be.
- Waveform is a match. I'll try to track her location.
- Victoria, I want you to know that I am authorized
by the U.S. Government to negotiate a deal with you.
- Negotiate what?
I have all the power.
- And you want access to classified government data.
What do you plan to do with it?
- Release it to the world.
People need to know the truth.
How they're using terrorism as an excuse
to spy on all of us.
- Wouldn't it hurt the people if terrorists were able to read
the US government's classified files?
- Tell me Eric, do you know how many of the machines
that power our lives are run by computer?
- Most of them.
- So you know to give me what I want.
Or I will start by taking down a few hospitals.
An airport.
Then maybe I'll wipe out power to the eastern seaboard.
- Here's a thing I don't get.
You're brilliant enough to create this virus,
but you need my help to access the government's secrets?
- The government use quantum encryption
to protect their secrets.
Completely unhackable, even to me.
- So why target ordinary people?
Why not attack the government?
- This precisely is an attack on the government.
For these people - these sheep -
for them to realize they're being oppressed.
The only thing is to spill their blood.
The revolution will not begin
until we hit the reset button.
And that's where we're going - revolution.
The total collapse of authority.
- Please trust me.
I am gonna do everything I can to get you what you need...
- Access codes by midnight, or the bodies start piling up.
- I wasn't able to track her location.
- Shouldn't the FBI get Damien Delaine
to start working on a way to block her attack?
- Well, Woods is working on it.
He doesn't need Delaine on this.
- But they don't know this programming language.
And they don't know her. He does.
Look at Victoria's profile.
She's A1 critical, total conviction to the cause.
Comfortable with substantial loss of life.
Slight hysteria, possibly not sane of mind.
- Your point?
- She's not gonna budge, Eric.
Not in 10 hours and you know it.
We need Delaine to give us another way out.
- She's right.
Delaine is an asset we can't afford to lose.
- Okay. Delaine's not what he seems, Freddie.
We both know that.
- And without him we wouldn't have our lead
to Victoria Locke.
- This is a game.
And we're playing by his rules.
- Eric I despise the son of a bitch as much as you do,
but within 10 hours,
she's gonna start killing people.
- They've given Delaine a high-speed computer.
He's working on a way to counteract the virus.
- Victoria, it's Eric.
- Do you have what I need?
Agent: Sir, the techs have been able to use.
Beaumont's communication
to pinpoint Victoria Locke's location.
South D.C. Tactical unit's ready to take her out.
- I told Eric Beaumont I'd give him time to negotiate.
- Sir, with ten hours left,
I don't think anyone expects you to hold to that promise.
- I don't have those access codes.
But I do have a gift.
- What's the gift?
- And she's on the hook.
♪♪♪
- A terabyte of classified information.
It's a show of good faith, Victoria.
While I work on getting you the rest.
♪♪♪
And here I was thinking you wanted me to trust you.
- I absolutely do.
- You people forget surveillance works both ways.
Ahg.
- What the hell just happened?
- Is she's watching us?
Not us.
- Let me see here.
Son of a...
♪♪♪
Freddie!
- Eric!
- Freddie! I'm gonna get you out of there.
- What's going on? - What's wrong with the elevator?
- Agh! - Somebody get an engineer!
Son of a bitch.
- Aghhh!
Man: We're gonna go right this way. Right this way.
- Yeah. We got a bag here. Let's go.
- Can you move aside, please?
We're trying to get through here. Thank you.
♪♪♪
- Eric.
Government techs have confirmed it.
The same code that blew Nash's phone,
took over the elevator.
- Hey...
I'm sorry.
- We grew apart,
he was my mentor.
He was my friend.
- Look, this isn't easy for us to say,
but we both feel that you should recuse yourself.
- I can't.
- Why? Because you think Damien Delaine is behind this?
- Oh, he's behind everything.
Killing Nash in front of Maxine.
The programming language leading us right to him.
And now Woods' death.
- Eric, Victoria Locke killed Woods.
She's not even trying to hide it.
- And I am telling you this is Delaine.
- Eric, we don't trust him, either.
But you're too close to this.
- Maybe. But I'm not leaving.
- It's Victoria.
Face to face. That's progress, right?
- It's a trap.
- Yeah. It sure is.
- Look, if you go, we all go.
- You saw what she said. "Alone."
I'll check in when I get there.
The Feds are gonna wanna find me so they can take her out.
Make sure they don't.
- Eric!
Eric, I have to tell you something.
- No time, Maxine.
- I've been in contact with Damien Delaine!
I know I should've told you.
And you have every right to fire me...
- How long?
- He started writing me letters and texts about a year ago.
I ignored them at first, but...
but I wanted him to tell me about my mom.
And not just the sugarcoated version my aunt fed me.
What? Y-you're not angry with me?!
- What? You think I didn't know,
from the moment I hired you.
- You knew? - I know Delaine.
He's been using you to get to me from the start.
- Because you arrested him?
Eric, that was 17 years ago.
I know you feel responsible for my mother's death but...
- I am responsible.
- Freddie Woods launched the assault.
All those people died before you went in to negotiate.
- What I'm about to tell you is not in the public record.
Because I made sure of it.
I did enter to negotiate.
Right here!
- Help! Please!
- There were dead bodies everywhere.
Delaine saw me, but kept right on walking.
♪♪♪
And then I saw her...
I saw your mother...
I saw Jessica...
- Now, we're calm, now we're ready.
This is what we talked about.
- Jessica?
- I want you to turn on the switch.
Eric: Wearing a suicide vest.
- A suicide vest?
- Delaine was right behind her.
I pleaded with her to surrender for the sake of the men,
women and children still alive inside the compound.
But she said he was in her head.
She couldn't get him out.
Please Jessica, don't do this.
She didn't wanna die.
She had loved you so much, Maxine.
I had Freddie in my ear, ordering me to take the shot.
And Jessica had Delaine in hers.
Telling her she had to press the button.
- Push that button.
- I couldn't reach her,
I tried... and I failed.
- Push the button.
Jessica!
- You shot her?
- I didn't want you growing up thinking
your mother was a bad person. She wasn't.
But Damien Delaine wanted to become a martyr that day.
And he will never forgive me.
Never.
Oliver: Mr. Delaine, tell me something good.
- I'm working on a way to stop Victoria.
In truth the code she's written is beautifully simple.
A couple of nuts left to crack... six hours maybe?
- You have four.
- Maxine... - Hi Damien.
- How wonderful to finally see your face.
- You two know each other?
- Eric told me everything.
Has this all been about using me to get to him?
- My dear.
I will wager that Eric did not in fact tell you everything.
But right now I have work to do.
- What didn't he tell me?
- Well, given he's a type A control freak
with a narcissistic personality disorder -
I'm sure he didn't mention the strings
he's pulled your whole life. - What strings?
- The insurance payout from Jessica's death.
The scholarship to Northwestern...
- You don't have to listen to this.
- Yes, I do. Why would he do that?
- Because he was in love with your mother, of course.
- What...? - He's lying.
- Check my waveform, Mr. Yates, you'll see that I am not.
Eric and Jessica had an affair for years
way before I even met her.
- Okay. We're hanging up now.
- Do it if the truth offends you.
The real reason Eric shot your mother
was because she left him... for me.
- Can we track Eric location? - Yeah.
- Then let's go.
- What about Delaine? - I'm not waiting for him.
♪♪♪
- I just lost Eric's signal about 20 miles
outside Bethesda.
- Where do you think she's led him?
- Well, she's planning on going through with this,
it could be a data bunker. - A data bunker?
- Where critical infrastructure is controlled.
She'd need direct access.
- Yeah. That's not the kind of place you'd find on a map.
- That would be protected, wouldn't it?
She wouldn't be able to get past the armed guards.
- Maybe she could.
- Don't worry. I've returned the carbon monoxide levels
to normal.
Have you got my codes?
- I don't think that's what you really need.
- Please. Stay back!
Give me what I want or I will do it.
Traffic signals...
life support systems...
air traffic control.
The whole country will come crashing down
in blood and chaos.
- You do not wanna do this.
- You're wrong.
One more step and I will prove it.
♪♪♪
You swore you'd never pick up a gun again
after you killed Jessica Ford.
- You want me to pick up the gun, is that it?
And what would you do to save all these lives, Eric?
Take mine?
- Okay.
- What did the FBI say? Any update on Delaine?
- Not exactly.
He's disappeared.
- What do you mean, disappeared?
- The FBI went to track his progress, he's vanished.
- So now we have no way of stopping Krank.
- This was never about stopping Krank,
or government secrets.
I think Delaine's been controlling Victoria,
perhaps ever since he was her professor.
Probably even arranged the faking of her death
to one day activate her for this.
Eric was right.
This was about destroying him. And me.
- Maxine, you don't believe what Delaine
was saying back there... - I believe everything he said.
- Think about it, if Delaine knew all that about me,
then he also knew I studied Latin.
That I'd recognize that phrase yesterday morning.
Just too late to save that man from dying.
- Why would he want that?
- To shake her faith in Eric.
And herself. Get her to turn against him.
Zara: This is where Eric's cell phone signal cut out.
- I'm going in.
You should call the FBI.
- No. We're going with you.
- Victoria, I do not wanna shoot you.
- You don't have a choice.
- Delaine has gotten into your head.
Just like he got inside Jessica's,
but you don't have to die.
- An awful lot of people will unless I do.
- Right.
Please stop.
- I can't do that, Eric.
But you can.
- Eric, wait.
It's true, isn't it?
You were in love with my mother.
- Yes, I was.
- But that's not why you shot her.
- Victoria! Stop!
Now's not the time for this conversation, Maxine.
- He's right, Maxine.
This is ready to go.
In just a few seconds, tens of thousands of people will die.
She's wrong, Eric.
- Oh, because of Delaine's fix? - He's disappeared.
- Because she can't do what she thinks she can do.
- She blew up that cell phone.
Sent Freddie Woods plunging to his death.
- Designed by Delaine to make you believe.
To make all of us believe
the virus could infiltrate any system.
It was all a bluff.
- You don't know that.
- You said it yourself -
Damien Delaine is a game player.
This has all been part of his game -
to recreate Shiloh.
To take revenge by pushing you to do the one thing
you swore you would never do.
- The only thing he didn't count on was us.
- Put the gun down, Eric.
Nothing will happen.
- And if you're wrong?
- Then we're all wrong together.
Eric, if you're looking for forgiveness
for my mother's death,
you have it.
I know you didn't have a choice.
But you do now.
- Time's up!
- Eric, please.
Eric, please.
- Say good night.
No.
NO!
No.
- It's over, Victoria. - No! No!
No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening! Wait!
No! No! - It's okay.
- No! No! Please!
♪♪♪
Victoria:
- Here you go.
- She'll face charges for the deaths of Nash,
Freddie Woods and everyone she killed here.
- How are you doing?
- You were right.
Emotions are dangerous.
- Well, one thing I wasn't right about was uh...
you.
Maxine, you belong on this team.
- I'm not so sure about that.
♪♪♪
- I kept this picture of your mother in my wallet
for 17 years.
I think you should have it now.
- All the doors that opened in my life.
Nothing is what I thought.
- I didn't open any doors you couldn't walk through
on your own. I just...
I had to make sure you were okay.
- Out of guilt?
- No.
Out of love.
Your mother couldn't take care of you, so I did.
I always knew one day the door you walked through
would be mine.
- I don't think I can stay here anymore.
- This isn't over, Maxine. - It is over.
You didn't pull the trigger. Delaine lost.
- He's not gonna accept it. - He-
He will keep after me and you -
until he's destroyed us both.
Nathalie? - Eric!
- Nathalie, what's wrong?
- Oh, I put Evie on the plane back to Montreal myself, Eric!
The driver was waiting at arrivals
she never showed!
I've been calling and calling.
I know something's wrong, Eric.
I know it!
Oh! Eric answer me! Eric!
- What is it?
- Answer me!
- Eric, what's happened?
- Delaine's taken my daughter.
♪♪♪