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04x02 - My Art Project

Posted: 10/29/20 05:47
by bunniefuu
Is anyone gonna know what we did?

The right people will.

Welcome to Zero Division.

We're gonna change the world.

How about I go and get us some dinner?

That sounds perfect. Yeah.

Nice cover for your little, uh, Jane Doe rehearsal.

I hate him.

I know.

I want revenge. For everything.

For you, Oscar, Dolan, our mother--

So take it.

We are gonna break our mother out of that black site.

We are gonna find a cure for you, and then... we're gonna k*ll Kurt Weller.

So how do we do this? Your grand plan?

You mean yourgrand plan. I'm not real, remember?

And you're not Jane.

First, we figure out where Shepherd's being held.

Once we know that, we can figure out a way to bust her out.

That's not gonna be easy.

You got this.

I know I do.

I'm worried I won't have time.

None of our plans are gonna mean anything... if I'm dead.

You said it yourself.

The fact that you're here, that I'm talking to a hallucination means I'm getting worse.

It also means you don't have to do any of this on your own.

I will be with you every step.

I'm dying, Roman.

And I left those data caches for a reason.

Follow them and they will lead to a cure.

If you had the cure, why didn't you use it on yourself?

Maybe I didn't have it. Maybe I just knew where it was and I ran out of time to get it, but it's not too late for you.

You just gotta trust me and stay the course.

Now, let's figure out where the hell the CIA's keeping Mom.

Ladies and gentlemen, guess who's biz The man, the myth, the stubble!

No hospital bed can hold him!

Kurtis I-don't-know- his-middle-name Weller!

Yeah!

Thank you. We don't need to do that again.

Welcome back officially, Special Agent Weller.

Not a moment too soon, either, between you and me, because when Reade says, "Let's move," it really lacks that grizzled tough Ooh...No offense.

Well, I'm sure he'll be back to barking orders and righting wrongs in no time.

All right, any luck on the Sandstorm operative Dolan made contact with?

Why should I trust you?Because I am telling you how to get away right now.

That's the thing. I don't know who's left.

Every other Sandstorm member is either dead or in prison.

I was able to further triangulate the signals from Dolan's phone, though.

It looks like he had a rendezvous in Brooklyn with someone before he died.

Yeah, possible our friend Mystery Question Mark Head over here.

We've been retracing Dolan's steps using his phone and also combing through CCTV and ATM camera footage.

Hopefully we can find a face to put inside that silhouette.

But no luck yet We don't need luck.

We just need several technicians to sift through hundreds of hours of footage.

We'll get 'em.

Whoever Dolan was communicating with we need to find before it's too late.Weller's right.

This could be the last active Sandstorm member.

Looks like our little bon vivant has been gallivanting through gay Pa-ree!

What the hell are you talking about?

I got a lead on what's-her-name.

Zapata? I thought Patterson was tracking her.

Well, you know, we don't really like labels.

Sometimes we swap intel. We have a very open, fluid, professional relationship.

I'm the work wife.All right, what'd you find?

Off the tram in Zurich that Patterson ID'd, I was able to track Zapata to Paris, where I found this traffic-cam footage.

Oh, you're not impressed yet?

How 'bout now What the hell is Zapata doing with her?

Probably not shopping for berets.

Oh, this makes no sense.

Unless it does. What if the whole time we thought Tasha was eat-pray-loving her way around the world, she was actually working for the other guys?

There's no way she'd meet with Blake unless she was in some type of duress.

She could be in trouble.

Or she's a super-secret double agent for the CIA.

Keep digging.

See if you can track her movements from Paris.

Copy that.

Oh, and Rich, this is important.

Keep this on the low.

I can't have this getting out before we have any answers.

To paraphrase The Go-Gos and, later, Haylie and Hilary Duff, my lips are sealed.

Oh, Patterson needs us.

I just got some pretty grim news.

A private jet crashed into the Atlantic last night.

It belonged to HCI Global. More specifically, this was Blake Crawford's plane.

It departed from Paris and was en route to New York.

Uh, do we have confirmation that Blake was on it?

Reports are still sketchy, but an airport employee confirmed that there were several people onboard.

So far, none of the bodies have been recovered.

What makes this interesting is that in the wake of this news, board member Madeline Burke has stepped up as the new CEO for HCI Global.

What do we know about her?

She's the widow of oil tycoon Silas Burke.

She's also a fixture on Page Six.

She wore this k*ller gown to the Met Ball last year.

See, the way the ruching on the plaque gets kind of scooped down below...

Anything else besides the fact that she's rich and knows how to dress?

Not yet. Honestly, she's kinda come out of nowhere.

Let's get something on her. This woman just inherited the biggest, baddest company on the planet, and we know nothing about her.

Looks like we're not done with Jane's tattoos just yet.

All right, let's get to it.

Hey, I need you to track down that flight manifest.

I want to know every person who was on that plane.

Look, just because Zapata was with Blake in Paris, that doesn't mean--

Look, just do it.

All right?Okay.

You could hold the door for me. Jeez.

Oh, my God!

What?

Has that been here the whole time?

What are you talking about?Oh, just the solve to a tattoo that happens to be on this map that we look at every single day.Which tattoo?

Remember that one that's kind of shaped like a cartoon baby shark that we cracked from the Tokyo cache?

Had all those patterns and random numbers in it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.Yeah, well...

Look at the outline for the Tasman Sea.

It looks exactly the same.

I don't know.

Oh, my God!

You're totally right. How did we not see this?

Well, in our defense, we did just get the Tokyo cache.

Huh.

No, wait a second. Something else is going on here.

Oh, I've never noticed this before.

Yeah, the color and texture of the stonework is different.

Right?Yeah.

You know what we need? We need an expert.

We need someone from the art world.

I have a contact at the National Gallery.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.I'll reach out...

Not some stuffy museum mouse.

We need someone with some street cred.

You know, maybe somebody we've worked with before.

Who in your Rolodex of misfit toys do you have in mind?

Maybe Boston.Boston Arliss Crab?

You want to use this clue as an excuse to bring in your exYou know what?

Now that you're suggesting it, I mean...

He's under house arrest.Yeah. So, he's just sitting around, waiting to be made useful.

All personal opinions aside, he's a world class forger and his first love is sculpting.

He's is a conman and a hacker, not to mention an arrogant pain in the ass.

Whose expertise could crack this whole tattoo case wide open!

Are you willing to risk the lives of thousands of people just to avoid working with Boston again?

Patterson?I'm thinking.

Uh, I'm sorry.

Is there a reason you positioned the table so that there's a glare directly on the screen or...

Yeah, I like to be inefficient.

I find that it really slows down my productivity.

Oh, that's how you do it.

Hey, do you need anything?

A sparkling water, maybe, or a deep tissue massage?

I know you've been working really hard.

You can have anything you want.

I mean, we have this whole FBI lab and all these minions at our disposal.

Hey.

I don't think that'll be necessary.

I think I've just figured it out.

Seriously Yes!

We got a lead?

If by "we" you mean "me," then yes.

I knew that New Zealand fit into the solve somehow.

Uh, technically, we figured that out.

Okay. So, using my extensive knowledge of the stone inlay process as well as my time spent apprenticing for a cartographer...

Hey, did I mention I studied at Oxford?

I left it off the CV 'cause it felt like bragging.

Still does.

You have done something with your hair.

Your whole vibe is edgier. It's a triumph.

Anyway, I realized a secondary stone had been inlayed after the initial sealing process.

So, I did a small sample analysis and it turns out it was actually a mineral-- magnetite.

Which is the most magnetic mineral found on earth, primarily in Hong Kong, Tanzania, California, and New Zealand, hence the tattoo.

So, you think this magnetite is somehow a key to solving this puzzle?

No, I don't think. I know. Come on, g*ng.

Get ready for it.

Huh. How...

So, this whole wall is magnetic?

Not the entire wall-- just the areas where the metal filings are clinging to it.

As you can see, the magnetic stones were strategically placed.

It's some kind of code based on magnetism.

So, what, each cluster represents a numerical value?

Allow me.

PatOkay.

3.5...

8.6...

4.3...

8.5.Hey, what if we add those numbers to the ones in Jane's tattoo?

It might...Get us a web address?

Holy crap. Weller for the win.

It's a URL for a strange website.

Oh, you got one, Limpy!

So, what does it say?

"5434 Amherst Street, Brooklyn."

That's good work, Boston.

We seriously couldn't have done it without you.

Uh, without "us," you mean.

Right? I mean, it was a group effort here.

Well, yeah, but it was his art expertise that--

Cracked the case open, which is why it's a good thing that I suggested we bring him in, so...

Uh, Ithought that you said it was Patterson's idea.

I was lying.All right.

You think you can stick around?

Depending on how this case goes, we might need you again.

You mean not go back to house arrest at my studio apartment with no TV or Internet or hot water?

I mean, like, sure, if it'll help America.

So, I'll go and check out that address with Jane.

Uh, maybe Patterson should go with you?

I mean she is the puzzle expert, right?

Good thinking. Patterson, go with Jane.

Hang on. I'll go with Patterson.

I've been cleared to be in the field.

No, I don't want you going zero to 100 real quick and having a setback, and besides, I could use your expertise on the HCI Global case.

Don't be a hero. We wouldn't want to lose you on your first day back.

Are you sure we got the right address?

It looks pretty desolate in here.

Hey, look at this.

What's an ATM doing in here?

Hello.

Oh, that's really creepy.

"Would you like to make a transaction?"

Yes.

"Please enter PIN."

We don't have one.

Okay. Here, look at this.

Four rows of ten seashells, but one in each row is slightly different.

It's another puzzle.

The sixth one in the first row is the anomaly.

The seventh in the second, the second in the third row, and ninth in the fourth row.

6-7-2-9.

Here goes nothin'.

Did it just take our picture?

Welcome, Agents Patterson and Doe.

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♪♪

Are you okay?

How long were we out?

We've been moved.

It looks like some kind of server room.

Afternoon.

I took your weapons and your cell phones. I'm sorry about that.

What about poisoning us? You sorry about that too?

The gas has no lasting effects.

All necessary precautions.

Who the hell are you?

My name is Jason Stack.

I work for an off-books arm of the NSA called Zero Division.

I work for an off-book wing of the NSA called Zero Division.

Now, we have been tasked to run a secret inter-agency intel sharing program.

Lack of inter-agency communication has impeded our ability to thwart numerous t*rror1st att*cks.

Sorry, what are you doing?

I have agents from within the CIA, FBI, Homeland Security, all sharing and comparing data.

Hmm. You gas them and bring them here too?

Why would they not feel compelled to tell their superiors?

Because they know that the government is handcuffed by bureaucracy and ego.

Innocent lives are destroyed while promotions get jockeyed for.

The puzzle is a vetting process?

Yeah, it's a beacon.

Now, I'm seeking out-of-the-box minds.

What do you want from us?

A militia group is in the early stages of plotting an attack on our country.

Now, the rest of the FBI will probably find out about that next week.

I am hoping that you can provide crucial information to stop this today.

I need three FBI case files.

You bring them to me within six hours if you wanna join us.

Remember, absolute secrecy is paramount.

Zero Division is counting on you.

♪♪

How's the book report coming?

Just finished.

The only way to best an opponent is to anticipate their moves.

So, when the FBI looks into me, what will they find?

You were born Madeline Rebecca Miles in San Francisco, an only child.

You come from a...

...prominent family.

Her father was a businessman with political aspirations, who disappeared mysteriously.

Rumors abounded of the usual rich people problems... gambling, drug abuse, affairs...

I dug up old school records, and Madeline, she graduated at the top of her class from Stanford Medical School, but she never practiced.

She probably didn't need to after she married Silas Burke.

Talk about stepping in it. Burke's net worth was close to $2 billion when he died last summer.

Madeline spent most of her life running charities for the Burke family. She also has...

...two grown sons who live abroad, one in Brussels, the other in Hong Kong.

Neither have an interest in the family business.

Looks like one got your genes and is studying to be a surgeon.

The other is more of a wayward soul, an artist.

You did a pretty good job covering up the drunk driving incident he had in college.

I made sure the FBI would never find any record of it.

And finally, your loving husband of 23 years died three months ago of a sudden heart attack, leaving you to take over his board seat at HCI Global.

Quite the modern fairy tale... apart for my husband's passing, of course.

That's what the FBI will know already.

Now what don't we want them to find?

I suppose I wouldn't want anyone to know that when my husband took his last breath, all I felt was relief...

...that I could stop pretending I love him and stop being the dutiful wife, stop.... stop resenting him.

Silas was a lazy misogynist who skated by on the wealth he inherited.

Never had to work a day in his life, so he didn't... not really.

But you wanted more.

When Hank Crawford died, it was the perfect opportunity to push Blake aside, but he wouldn't do it.

No matter how much I encouraged him, he wouldn't step up.

I was not about to let that opportunity pass us by.

Oh...

I still remember the day he died.

He was reading his paper, having a single slice of whole wheat toast, as he did every morning.

I was a mannequin who made his breakfast and stood by him at charity galas and mindless fundraisers.

So when he took the sip of coffee...

...I could taste my freedom returning.

My husband showed me more feeling in his last moments than he had in the last 20 years, and in some ways, his death was the best thing that ever happened to me.

The poison you used on the board members, you used it on your husband first?

Yes, that's right.

And there was this remarkable moment just before he died, when he realized... it was me.

And then he was gone.

I think it would be bad if the FBI knew any of that.

And they won't.

Good. In the meantime, I have another assignment for you.

We're going to Stockholm.

♪♪ Reade.Keaton. Hey, thanks for coming in.

I was hoping you could provide some color on this case.

It seems like there might be some CIA overlap.

Yeah, anytime. Hey, have you heard from Zapata at all?

No, you-- you haven't heard from her?

She's a ghost, and my higher-ups don't like it.

They want me to bring her in, "have a conversation," but she's a tough person to find.

I figured if she reached out to anyone, it'd be you.

I just got some intel that Zapata met up with Blake Crawford in Paris.

I'm worried she was on that HCI Global flight that went down.

Okay, hold on, back up.

What the hell was she doing with Blake?

You sure you really didn't know?

No. If I did, I would've told her to stay the hell away.

This is not gonna help Zapata's standing on my side of the fence.

The CIA's concerned about her loyalty.

They don't know her, not like I do.

But they don't want to know her.

She's just a mess they want cleaned up.

I'm sorry, man. This is my fault.

I pushed her, she wasn't ready.

Then, after the CIA fired her, she was left out in the cold, nowhere to turn.

Man, I am doing everything I can to hold them off, but if they find out she was meeting with Blake Crawford...

I know, I know. I'm trying to get out in front of this thing, but I feel like I just keep falling further and further behind.

Yeah. You and me both.

I'll let you know if we hear anything.

All right, thanks.Yeah.

Likewise.

We have no way of knowing where the second location is.

He blindfolded us and drove us around in circles before dropping us off in the middle of Prospect Park.

What do we have on Stack?

Nothing. No record of him working at the NSA or anywhere else.

It kind of goes with his whole M.O. of organizing a super secret "intel sharing op."

He mentioned being part of Zero Division.

Which doesn't exist on the books.

It's a good department to claim you work for if you don't want people looking into it.

That was Nas. She has no knowledge of Stack or of this group.

So we can all agree we can't verify anything.

All right, maybe none of it's true, but the fact remains, that puzzle is in our building.

Patterson's right. This tattoo's on Jane's body for a reason.

Roman knew about Stack and this organization.

He wanted us to investigate it.

There has to be something that we haven't seen yet.

The only thing we could look into is the case file he showed us, and it's legit.

He definitely has a source on the inside.

What about the files that he wanted?

All three pertain to cold cases.

Nothing suggests a connection to a terror plot.

Wait a minute. He's slow-playing us.

You don't see this? Think about it.

He's grooming us, appealing to our vanity with these puzzles and games, showering us with compliments about how we're so smart, not like the other dummy agents.

And then, what, he asks for something relatively innocuous, like cold case FBI files, and then, before we know it, we're burning the American flag and eating borscht for breakfast.

So, how do we figure out if he's telling the truth about any of this?

We work backwards. The one thing we do know for sure, he is connected to this map puzzle.

Good thing we still have Boston here.

He's been surprisingly helpful and marginally less annoying.

Let's loop him in.

Are we sure we wanna do that?

You don't want to go with somebody more above board?

I know Patterson has a great contact at the National Gallery.

The map was created by American sculptor Andrew Jackness, Professor of Art History at Georgetown University for 20 years, since back in 1985.

How did his artwork end up here?

Our government commissioned him back in 2005 after an extensive search of American sculptors.

Not extensive enough, if you ask me.

Can we bring him in?

Uh, we can, but it would be super gross.

He died a few years ago.

The university was a hotbed for Russian espionage activity then.

Several students and even some faculty were suspected of becoming spies for the motherland.

Well, if Jackness was a traitor, he could've put the puzzle in the map.

Stack mentioned that this was a multiagency op.So that means there's who knows how many agents in all parts of American government feeding intel to the Russians.

They could have access to case files of known criminals, undercover ops, CIA black sites, military secrets, you name it.

Dig deeper into Stack. I want to know exactly who the hell we're dealing with.

It's not every day you get poison gassed by an ATM.

It might've been worth it if this Stack guy has access to black site locations.

He could know where Shepherd is being held.

Sounds like it's time to put theory into action.

Are you sure you're up for this?

Try to stop me.

♪♪

What you got?

We dug deeper into the artist, Andrew Jackness.

Take a look at this yearbook photo from Georgetown.

See this guy in the background? Looks a lot like Stack.

We cross-referenced the photo with Georgetown's ID database and we found a match to a visiting professor that year.

So, Stack came to Georgetown impersonating a professor to get close to Jackness.

Using Keaton's CIA database, we were able to figure out Stack's real identity.

Meet Boris Sokoloff, a former codebreaker for the FSB, allegedly retired.

You're sure that's the guy you met?

It's definitely him.

This timeline matches up perfectly.

He was commissioned to make the sculpture for the FBI building in 2005.

Boris then comes to Georgetown that same year using a bogus identity, and either sweet-talks or strong-arms Jackness into inserting the puzzle into the sculpture.

Now that we know his real identity, we can dig deeper, find out where exactly he's been funneling this intel.

Rich, you might want to be careful.

Your boy might be taking your title as Most Valuable Criminal around here.

Call anytime.

I'm just sittin' in the apartment, looking at the light blinking on my ankle monitor.

Right? 'Cause it's just...

Hey, you know what? Speaking of which, why don't you go back there? You know, I mean, it's been a long day for you, just explaining things over...

You must be exhausted.

We got it from here.

No! He definitely needs to stay.

This guy is like a lucky rabbit's foot.

Boom.Pkhh!

She's great.Mm-hmm.

I emptied the b*ll*ts.

Same with the second g*n you keep in the pantry.

Hid your kitchen knives, too. I would just have a seat.

I assume you know who I am.

Special Agent Zapata. Is this another FBI witch hunt?

I don't work for that company anymore.

I'm with Madeline Burke now.

She's right outside in the car, but I would suggest dealing with me.

I'm nicer.

What do you want?I want the copy of Hank Crawford's personal hard drive that you keep in your safe, and every dirty little HCI Global secret he kept on it.

What do you say?

Please just don't hurt me.

Give me the hard drive and I won't have to.

It turns out Boris has an interesting back-story.

Boris's wife and young daughter defected to the US back in 2000, and the CIA helped them.

The US government staged an expl*si*n to extract Boris's wife and daughter in exchange for intel on Boris and his FSB spy activities.

So, as far as Boris knows, his family died in a freak accident 20 years ago.

He has no idea they were given new identities and are living comfortably in Tucson under CIA protection.

So, Boris thought he lost his family, then doubled down on his work for the FSB.

The FSB must have made the plan to use puzzles to lure agents.

If this has been going on since the mid-2000s, that means they've gathered over a decade's worth of intel from various agencies.

We gotta stop this leak now.

The only way to get Boris is to play along.

Patterson and I need to go back in with the FBI files he wants.

We'll stake out the meeting, we'll take him down before he can gas you again.

Look, all due respect, but that's exactly what we shouldn't do. As far as we know, Boris is just the tip of the iceberg.

So, you want to send Jane and Patterson into a situation where they're gonna be poisoned, stripped of their weapons, phones, any tracking device-- how is that a safe plan?

Boris wants to use them, not hurt them.

He's not gonna harm Jane or Patterson unless he feels he's being tracked.

I-I'm with Keaton on this one. I hear what you're saying, but I think we should treat this like a fact-finding mission.

If we get caught trying to track Boris, we could risk the whole op.

Once the lab IDs the gas Boris used, I can create an antidote.

If Jane and I can stay conscious, we can figure out where Boris moves us and where his servers are.

All right. Let us know the minute you have it.

Our six-hour window is closing fast.

Oh, hey, guys! Before you go, warm scone?

I'm not about to say no to a warm scone.

Hmm.

That's great. Thanks.No problem. Enjoy.

Thank you.Good luck out there.

Why don't you ever bring us snacks?

It's all here.

Crawford's hard drive, all his old files.

I know you think you're letting him down, but you're not... you're adapting.

You take care.

This is not a good idea.

I always knew you had your eye on Crawford's chair.

I doubt that. But it sounds nice.

Your husband may have underestimated you.

I never did... I was wondering when you were gonna make your move.


You're a smart woman.

It's a shame you're loyal to a dead man.

I thought you wanted me to take care of this.

I do! Clean it up.

♪♪

♪♪ Got the tox screen results back.

Boris knocked us out using a gas called halothane.

It's a potent anesthetic.

Is there a way to nullify it?

Yes. The gas targets GABA receptors in the brain, so I'm having our med team synthesize a pill that should block them. It's getting to my lab now.

I reviewed the case files Boris wants.

Rich is right, they seem pretty innocuous, but I am not happy about giving up any FBI files to a known Russian spy.

Why don't I forge them? If you recall, that is one of my special skills.

Why would we forge FBI documents?

We... are FBI.

It could be a test. We should probably send the real deal.

We can't risk alerting Boris anything funny is happening at this stage of the game.

He's gotta be using that real intel for good.

There's no way he could have that information without all the other agents getting suspicious over the years.

Oh, I'm sure he uses it, as long as it doesn't interfere with any Russian interests.

Okay. I'll get the case files ready.

Jane...

Hey.Hey.

I just wanted to talk to you before you go out.

Kurt, you don't have to worry.

Really, Jane, you're about to be exposed to a poison that will knock you unconscious.

Even with the antidote pill, you still have a medical condition.

Patterson verified that that gas has no lasting damage.

I have been totally fine.

Have you?

I saw you taking photos of Patterson's screens.

Look... I didn't want to make a big deal, but... sometimes it's hard to remember details.

You promised me I'd be the first person that you would tell if this started happening.

I'm your husband.

I know. I'm sorry.

You shouldn't be going on this mission.

What about you?

I know for a fact you're still dealing with pain from your surgeries.

You're not 100%, but you're still here, trying to go out in the field.

You don't see me calling you out in front of everyone.

Look, I know...

I know how important it is for you to be here and to help people.

Well, it's important to me, too.

That's all I'm trying to do.

Okay. I'm sorry.

I'll drop it.

♪♪

Hello.

"Would you like to make a transaction?"

Not really.

"Please enter PIN."

Weird seashells.

4-9-6-1.

Say cheese.

Welcome, Agents Patterson and Doe.

Here we go.

Ooh.

Are you feeling...

Ohh...

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Jane... hey.Hey.

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The gas, how did you--I want to make a deal.

I know who you really are.

Boris Sokoloff. You work for the FSB.

You lost your wife and daughter in a freak gas expl*si*n in 2000.

You came back to the US to target Andrew Jackness in 2005.

And you've been using this phony op to funnel intel straight back to Russia ever since.

That's quite an elaborate theory you have going.

I'm not sure which is worse-- being thrown into supermax or being sent back to your country a failed operative.

What do you want?

Give me all the files you have pertaining to CIA black sites, and I'll protect you.

Why the hell should I trust you?

Because I'm not really with the FBI.

They still have no idea where this location is, and I can keep it that way.

And because your wife and daughter are still alive, and I can tell you where they are.

You're lying.

The expl*si*n was staged by the US government when your wife made a deal to defect with your daughter.

That's impossible. My wife...

I buried them both.

You buried charred remains.

Give me my phone. I can show you recent photos.

Slowly.

It's your daughter Sascha.

She was a toddler the last time you saw her.

She's graduated college now.

I will give you their location as soon as you give me the files I want, but you need to be quick, because she's gonna wake up very soon.

♪♪

Uh, Reade?

Everything okay?

Uh, there's no easy way to say this.

What is it?

Zapata's name is on the manifest.

I'm sorry.

I'm...

That doesn't necessarily mean she was on the plane.

I could see why you'd want to look at it that way, but why would she--

We're dealing with the Crawfords here!

Nothing's ever as it seems with them.

Yeah, but in this case...

Just let me know when the bodies are recovered, all right?

My wife... I knew she was unhappy.

But how she could take my child away from me...

You're gonna get a second chance to know your kid again.

Most people don't get that.

Why do you want these files Family.

Something I know you understand.

You're still here?

I'm pretty sure your boss begged me to stay.

Something about being better than you?

I'm sure he was just being polite.

Or he's in the market for an upgrade.

Sounds like his current felon-turned-consultant is underperforming.Oh, bravo.

What are you doing on this computer My guys just picked up chatter that members of a Russian hit squad we've been monitoring just got activated in New York.

Any connections to Boris or the FSB?

At least two of them are known associates of Boris.

This timing isn't a coincidence. Jane and Patterson have been made.

This is on both of you. I said that we should follow 'em. We didn't.

Now we don't know where they are.It was a tactical decision.

Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa! Boys, boys, boys, please!

Valid points all around, but if we could focus up, I think I know how to find them. Now, this Russian hit squad is presumably en route to Jane and Patterson, right?

Yeah.Okay, so if we can intercept their phones, we can figure out where they're going.

You can do that?If he can't, I can.

There's a phishing app called FindMyMark.

It's way too glitchy. Plus, it's so 2016.

FindMyPhish is brand-new. It's the best.

How exactly does it work?

We send a text to one of the goon's phones.

Okay, so if we know their number, why don't we just track it?

[Rich and Boston talking over each other]

...we find Patterson and Jane!

Also, statistically speaking, there's probably gonna be a sh**t or a fistfight.

Whatever. Just do it, 'cause we need to find them before this Russian hit squad does. Let's move.

Race ya.

We just got word from Beta Team.

They intercepted Boris's g*ons en route.

We know where Jane and Patterson are.

Almost there. Where's my family?

Not until the download's complete.

The FBI is here! How did they track us?

I don't know.

You set me up!

Were you lying about my family, too?

Put the g*n down. I'm telling the truth.

Then tell me where they are right now or you're a dead woman!

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Put the g*n down and we'll talk.

You're not calling the sh*ts anymore.

Tell me where my family is or I will k*ll you!

Put the USB back into the drive and I'll tell you everything you need to know.

You k*ll me now, you'll never know where your family is.

Okay, the server room should be at the end of this corridor.

Your team finds out that you've been looking for those black site files, you're gonna be in as much trouble as I am, aren't you?

All I know is you got about 15 seconds before the FBI busts through the door, and then you'll never see your family again.

I can get you out of this.

Hold me hostage. Make it look real.

My husband's FBI. He'll be first through the door.

He won't sh**t if I'm in front of you.

And then what?Make a deal.

You've got all the intel they want.

And you keep our little side deal a secret.

This is the only way you're gonna get out of this.

Now give me the USB.

Throw down the g*n first.

FBI! Drop your w*apon and let her go!

Get back! Get back!

Let her go and drop your w*apon slowly.

That's not gonna happen.

Hey, you okay?

The pill didn't work.

I-- I woke up a few moments ago.

Boris got suspicious. He drew his g*n.

This is my fault.

You shouldn't be out here alone.

I'm gonna be with you from now on, I promise.

What'd I miss?

Hey, there he is! That's how you save the day!

Ha! Are you going back to your safe house now?

Mm-hmm.Yeah, yeah.

I just wanted to say bye.

And apologize for being a little...

Rude Back Pot, kettle, black much? Sorry.

That's okay. I know this is your turf and you don't like it if anyone else gets any attention, so...

Okay, I'm trying to apologize here.

Could you accept it like a normal person, please?

I deserve that.

And I guess I should thank you for not ratting me out about the whole breaking house arrest by hacking into the Internet thing.

Hacker code, right?Hacker code.

I mean, I just got a little nuts there, 'cause I thought you were gunning for my job, but that's ridiculous, you know.

Oh, no, no, no, I-- I am 100% gunning for your job.

Kinda think I'm gonna get it, too.

Hey, what if I say screw the hacker code and everybody finds out that you've been online from the safe house?

Uh, you want to get into a game of "who knows what about who" with me? Tsk. Mm.

Enjoy your last couple of days as a consultant.

I learned that from Patterson.

See you, sweetie.

Boris didn't do us any favors with that partial USB download.

Think we can recover the rest?

Well, we'll have to get creative.

The FBI seized all of his servers with the rest of the black site intel on it.

We just need to find a hacker who can retrieve it.

Right, one with flexible moral boundaries.

Got anyone in mind?

Yeah. He just needs a little push.

One of your specialties. But we'll have to move fast.

Once your little FBI friends realize that Boris leaked black site locations, they will start to move prisoners.

We've got to get to Shepherd before that happens.

Well, that's not the only clock on this.

Patterson is still hell-bent on finding Dolan's mystery contact.

It's only a matter of time until she figures out it was me.

Potassium... chloride... hypotonic.

That's quite the cocktail, sis.

It's just a precaution.

Now that Weller's back out in the field, I'll be spending days andnights with him, and it'll be hard keeping up the Jane Doe act.

He's starting to see cracks.

So that's your Plan B.

Get rid of Weller so you can stay in the FBI as long as you can.

Not a bad plan...

I mean, if you can actually do it.

What is that supposed to mean?

Are you really prepared to use that if it comes to it?

Of course I am. I despise everything he stands for.

Hey! Honey...

I know that I said I'd go shopping, but then I thought, why cook when we could go out?

You okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

What are you hiding behind your back?

This is it.

He knows.

k*ll him.

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