Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

Give me your phone, now.

Now, Vanya.

We have to be invisible. Understand?

You're bleeding.

We gotta get you to a hospital.

Nyet. We keep moving.

Patterson.

Hey, I'm glad you came.

So, I've been analyzing...

the ink from the birth records, and...

I did your adoption.

It says he did an adoption for me.

They're real.

You had a baby. A daughter.

No. No, I...

These came from a guy
who's an expert forger.

We can't trust him.
These could all be fake.

They're not.

I contacted...

Okay, so he backstopped everything.

- That's what...
- Jane, let's...

let's just hear her out.

First, I called the hospital.

And, unfortunately,
all of the birth records

before 2000 were destroyed in a flood.

Yeah, doesn't that seem weird to you?

It did, until I verified
your obstetrician's signature.

I cross-referenced it
with basically everything

that she's ever signed.

Prescriptions, uh,
checks, her mortgage.

Okay, well, let's bring her in,

see if she recognizes me.

She passed away five years ago.

Of course she did.

Jane, this is a real signature...

real hospital letterhead
with real 18-year-old ink.

How could I forget I had a child?

Forget that I gave birth.

I mean... you had your memory erased.

Is there some kind of test
that I can...

I'm sorry. Pregnancy tests exist,

but birth tests don't.

Jane, if you need some time...

No, I don't need time.
I need the truth.

You're sure about this?

I mean, I'm not 100% certain,

but no reputable scientist
would ever claim...

Okay, then keep digging.

- Jane.
- Keep... no, I'm... I'm done

with being manipulated, Kurt.

I'm done with lies.

Patterson, give us a sec.

Of course.

I used to think I was Taylor Shaw...

until all of that,

my whole sense of who I was,

was ripped away.

So, I can't... I can't just...

I can't do it again.

I understand.

Uh-oh. Looks like somebody
needs my Wizardville expertise.

Let me guess, you made it
all the way to the Elfin Moat

and can't figure out how
to raise the drawbridge.

I own that drawbridge.

Excuse me. What's up?

I was hoping you could tell me.

What were you doing with Jonathan West?

What?

I texted you and you said
you were going home,

but you were with that tool
from the State Department,

same day he lost our perp.

So, you're following me now?

I just happened to see him
get into your car.

Look, I'm...

I'm sure you have a good reason for...

I don't need a reason.

I'm the assistant director
of this office.

What about that is unclear to you?

I didn't mean to upset you, I...

Hey, I have a tattoo
I want you guys to see.

- Can we at least...
- No, we can't.

Okay, Jane has
33 new letters and numbers

tattooed along her spine.

The "backbone" of our case,
if you will.

We will not.

This string of alphanumeric characters

matches a tracking number
to a box of evidence

that was just scanned for transfer
by the police department.

Wait, that's not the format
used by the NYPD.

You used to be a cop, we get it.

What's in the box?

Zapata is right.

The tracking format on the box
hasn't been used since '97.

As for what's inside,

the evidence manifest
isn't very helpful.

Great, so we don't know
what's in the box.

Yeah, well, it could be
anything at this point.

Seized arms, a brick of cocaine,

a m*rder w*apon,
Gwyneth Paltrow's head...

Well, whatever it is,
it's gotta be important.

Why else would it be flagged
for transfer 20 years later?

All right, Weller, Jane,
you guys go to the warehouse.

All right, we'll intercept that box

- before it gets transferred.
- Yeah, I'll come with.

Nope, they can handle it.
I got paperwork for you.

Fine.

Wow.

So it could be any one of these boxes.

Heh, at least they're organized.

Yeah, and their security's great.

The clerk barely looked at my badge.

FBI. Stop!

Stop!

Jane, over here!

Uhh!

Kurt!

Kurt!

Kurt!

Kurt!

Uhh!

Stand back!

Get back.

- You okay?
- Uhh. Yeah.

Patterson.

Weller, you need
to get out of there now.

Three evidence warehouses in Manhattan

were just firebombed.

They just hit here, too.

So this is a synchronized attack.

Was anyone hurt?

Two casualties so far, both NYPD.

What in the hell is in that box?

Whatever's in it... somebody's willing

to burn down half the city
to destroy it.

Patterson, any leads on the arsonists

that hit the other warehouses?

Not yet.
Those facilities burned so fast,

their CCTV systems liquefied
before any footage

could be uploaded to an outside server.

Their MOs appear to be
the same at each location...

gas and Molotov cocktails.

Kurt, I found the box!

Oh...

These are all r*pe kits.

And they're all
untested, every one of them.

Some of these are 20 years old.

Why haven't these been processed?

Unfortunately, law enforcement budgets

don't make it a priority.

Homicide and narcotics take precedent.

Sexual as*ault is an... afterthought.

Tasha's right, there's
a huge backlog of untested kits.

Yeah, like hundreds
of thousands across the country.

But all this evidence could be used

to put away serial offenders.

We could be preventing future att*cks.

I know. The... the system is broken.

Well, looks like someone's
trying to fix it.

New York State just
passed legislation last week

earmarking funds to process
backlogged r*pe kits.

Which is why this box
is being transferred.

Because they were finally
going to be tested.

Which, clearly, somebody doesn't want.

Maybe one of those kits incriminates

someone powerful... a senator, a CEO.

Whoever it was,
they obviously didn't know

which box was theirs,

so they just hit
every warehouse at once.

And all those other r*pe kits
that were destroyed

were just collateral damage.

Proof of all those crimes,
all those histories... erased.

I'll notify our forensics unit.

Those kits will receive
expedited testing.

We'll bring these in now.

The Coast Guard just
found Stuart's phone,

washed up on the shore of the Hudson.

Oh, my God... this could be huge.

Don't get too excited, that
thing's gonna be waterlogged.

It's just a little damp.

- Okay, it's soggy.
- It's useless.

Do you know who you're talking to.

Thank you! Ye of little faith.

I may still be able to recover
the last text message

Stuart sent the night he was k*lled.

I thought those were already scrubbed

from his cell provider service.

Yeah, but the text may still
be in the phone's memory.

All right, just don't waste any time

if it starts feeling like a dead end.

- What the hell was that?
- I don't know.

I know he's a skeptical guy,

but first, he lied to you

about meeting with
the State Department,

and now he's trying to wave me off

the biggest lead we have
in Stuart's m*rder?

Something's not right.

Your Russian is good,

but my English is better.

Great, so you'll understand this.

- Life in prison, no parole.
- We want names.

And I want Russia to win World Cup.

Who do you work for?

Myself.

Oh, hmm!

So, you're the boss.

So, you're confessing to k*lling
two active-duty cops?

Dmitry Gagarin, he is one,
he tell me about job.

Who the hell is he?

Your pretty friend here,
she k*lled him.

What else did Dmitry tell you?

Nothing.

I get paid to make it burn,

not to ask questions.

So, how are you paid?

Lawyer.

We're done here.

Oh, beta team just picked up two guys

at the other warehouse.

So, we can make a deal with them.

Great.

Have fun at Rikers.

Yeah.

Direct deposit.

What bank? And under what name?

East Bank, under alias Igor Belostok.

We make deal now?

I dug into Igor's bank accounts.

Our perp received three
massive deposits

from a cafe called
Emily's Place in Newark,

which, shock of all shocks,
doesn't exist.

- Another dead end.
- No.

Dmitry Gagarin
was a dead end, literally.

But this, this was a big lead
in need of a little math.

All right, so take a look at these.

All of the deposits from Emily's Place

are in weird amounts.

No identical deposits,
no round numbers.

Which got me thinking,

what if these were converted
from a foreign currency?

So, I wrote a program
that calculated these amounts

in every world currency,

and then I converted them
to the Kazahrusian ruble.

Voila, round figures.

Three payments of 50,000 rubles each.

So, whoever wanted
these r*pe kits destroyed

is from Kazahrus.

A country known
for human rights abuses.

When do we get the DNA results back?

A few hours.

So, I've been doing research
on the r*pe victims,

and only two have ties to Kazahrus...

Jessica Wells and Yasmine Petrushev.

Back in '97, Jessica ran a hedge fund

with investments in
Kazahrusian hydrocarbon firms.

Yasmine worked
at the Kazahrusian embassy.

All right, give me addresses,

I'll send teams
to talk to both of them.

Copy that.

Hey...

- What's up?
- Uh, how you doing?

I know this news about Jane's
daughter affects you, too.

I'm fine. Yeah.

Come on.

I wanna be there for her.

But I don't know how.

Just... listen to her,

and don't try to fix it.

That's the problem.

I can't fix it.

I can't.

Hello?

Patterson's been a busy beaver.

- Roman.
- Calling the hospital

where you had the baby,

digging through birth records.

Roman, please.

You don't have to play Sherlock

on this one, Jane.

You can just ask your brother.

Yeah, okay. Did I give up my child?

She was beautiful.

You used to sing to her,

rock her to sleep in your arms.

That song...

It's true.

Why would I lie?

The truth is painful enough.

It's Roman. Track the call.

What's he saying?

Why did I do it?

You didn't.

Our... mother took her.

I guess having a granddaughter

didn't exactly fit into her plans,

so she gave her away.

Then why didn't I fight to keep her?

You did. We both did.

But you know Shepherd.

No. No, I should have done more!

You ran. That's how you coped.

Why do you think you enlisted
in the military?

Who's the father?

Your high school sweetheart.

Nice enough guy, I guess.
Shepherd hated him.

Tried to stop you
from seeing each other.

Where is she? Where is my daughter?

How's Patterson doing on that trace?

Maybe next time.

Roman!

I'm sorry, Jane.

Tell me you got his location.

I tried. But he's masking the call.

First, it routed through Europe,
and then to Antarctica.

He knew Patterson
contacted the hospital.

Find out how.

Are you okay?

No, I'm not.

I'll talk to her.

I have to talk to Shepherd.

It's the last thing I wanna do...

but I need answers.

You can't trust her.

She'll play mind games with you,

mess with your head.

How could I have let her take my child?

You were a child yourself.

You were 16, Jane.

You have a daughter.

Would you ever let
someone take Bethany?

No... you'd die to protect her.

But... I just let mine go.

Hey.

Well, Reade was right.

I couldn't get anything
off of Stuart's phone.

The motherboard was saturated,
and it's... it's a lost cause.

Not necessarily.

I'm telling you, the phone is mush.

This isn't a "leave it
in rice" situation...

Yeah, but nobody knows that.

So, what if we bluff?

Claim that we found something?

See if anyone at the FBI
tampers with it.

Ooh, that's good.

We can flush out whoever is
covering up Stuart's m*rder.

Exactly.

You're gonna wanna see this.

The r*pe kit DNA results came back.

Yasmine Petrushev,
the woman who was working

at the Kazahrusian embassy
at the time of her attack,

was r*ped by the late Ivan Valdemaras.

- As in "King Valdemaras"?
- Yeah.

In January of 1997, during
the time of her as*ault,

King Ivan was stateside

attending a natural resources summit.

How does the FBI have King Ivan's DNA?

They don't, the CIA does...
we stole some samples

while he was having
bypass surgery in Switzerland.

Wait, the king died this year, though.

Didn't his younger brother
take over the throne?

That's right.

Uh, the team at Yasmine's apartment

says it's been ransacked.

There's a trail of blood
leading outside.

They also found these.

Yasmine has a son.

Wait. You don't think that that's...

His name's Vanya Petrushev.

Born October 8, 1997,

nine months after Yasmine was r*ped.

Attacking those evidence facilities,

coming after him at his home,

they're trying to erase
all record of him.

Because he's the rightful heir
to the Kazahrusian throne.

This is a w*r of succession.

And if they're willing to k*ll cops

just to destroy DNA evidence,

imagine what they'll do
just to get that kid.

There are no rules, understand?

We do whatever is necessary
until the boy is dead.

In addition to bein the heir

to the Kazahrusian throne,

Vanya is also a student at NYU.

Or was... the blood found

at the apartment could have been his.

Negative... forensics said the blood

belonged to his mother, Yasmine.

Matched the sample from her r*pe kit.

All right, so where are on finding him?

We got a hit on our APB.

Yasmine's car was spotted
at a gas station

in East Orange, New Jersey,

and local cops found more blood
at the gas station bathroom.

- So, they're on the run.
- Looks like it.

They ditched their phones,

and security cams
show Yasmine buying burners.

She's trying to protect her son.

Well, if it isn't
all my favorite people!

What the hell
are you doing here, Weitz?

Oh, no, that's Congressman Weitz,

and I was invited.

Well, don't look at me, darlings.

- I called him.
- What?

Congressman Weitz is a member

of the House Committee
on Foreign Affairs.

He's their expert on Kazahrus.

I mean, somebody has to be, right?

But listen, before we get into
this whole Kazahrusian nightmare,

I wanna say thank you, sincerely.

I never would have made it
to Congress so fast

if it weren't for all of you.

Oh, how is Nas, by the way?
Did she land on her feet?

This better be worth it.

Patterson, keep digging in on the kid

and his mother's whereabouts.

The rest of us are in with Weitz.

I'm with her.

I missed you, too.

All right, three things
you need to know about Kazahrus.

Number one, they are an absolute
monarchy, which means...

The order of succession
is based solely on heredity.

I think most of us studied civics.

Number two, they are a crucial US ally.

Without them, bye-bye, natural gas.

How does this help us find the kid?

Number three, their new king

makes Stalin look like Santa Claus.

So, he ordered the hit on Vanya?

Oh, without a doubt.

Meet King Cyrus Valdemaras,

the brother of late King Ivan.

And this is what happens
when you piss Cyrus off.

Ohh. I remember this.

Guy used sarin gas on his own people.

Decimated a village for good measure.

Oh, my God.

Cyrus is not exactly known
for precision warfare.

So, anyone in Vanya's vicinity...

Has a target on their back.

And we have a base in Kazahrus

with 1,800 American soldiers on it,

and we need to keep it that way.

We lose that base,
we destabilize the region.

But I don't get it... how did Cyrus

even find out about the boy?

Ivan died two months ago.

Word is he made a deathbed confession.

Why would he do that?

Cyrus and Ivan had a bitter rivalry.

And what better way to twist the knife

than tell your little brother
he's being passed over.

- Exactly.
- Only, instead of conceding to Vanya,

Cyrus ordered his assassination.

So we need to find this kid
before Cyrus' hitmen do.

I'll call Homeland Security,
you three work together,

try to ID his k*ll squad
and shut 'em down.

You wanted to see me?

Take a seat, Edgar.

First name... that's never a good sign.

I'm just worried about you, that's all.

I heard you and Zapata had
a little fight this morning.

Oh, this place is worse
than high school.

What's going on with you two?

Nothing.

She saw me with West,
and she's a busybody, so...

Is she the sort of busybody
who can keep her mouth shut?

- Can you trust her?
- Of course, yeah.

But it doesn't matter.

I didn't tell her why I met with West.

I'd be inclined to keep it
that way, if I were you.

Don't worry about Tasha.
She's a friend.

Well, so am I.

I just don't wanna see you get burned.

Thanks to the magic of social media,

we figured out that Vanya
has a girlfriend.

And this is relevant, why?

Because Vanya sent her this...

just 12 minutes ago.

Hey, it's me.

I'm sorry I took off.
It's just temporary.

Um, I can't really say
anything else right now,

but... I love you.

Aw, that's sweet, but I still
don't see why this is relevant.

Vanya and his mom ditched their phones

and bought burners,
so I can't track them directly.

But you can track 'em
through this message.

Bingo. It looks like he
took this video in a motel,

so I scoured the background
for any clues.

- And see these drapes?
- How can you not?

When I did a comprehensive
image search for this fabric,

I discovered that
they are exclusively made

for the Edgewood Suites hotel chain.

Okay, so how many of those
are within close radius

- to their last known location?
- Three.

Jane and I'll head to the one
closest to the gas station.

Yasmine was wounded,
so they can't get too far.

I'll send teams to the other two.

Keep us updated.

Do you get it yet, Matthew?

Or do you need me to...
run you through that again?

Do you think Vanya knows
about who his father was?

How he was conceived?

If these people get
to them before we do...

Don't worry, Jane. They won't.

We're gonna get to them first.

We're gonna keep 'em safe, I promise.

And what about my daughter?
Who's looking out for her?

I have to find her, Kurt.

I have to know she's okay.

Patterson, what do you got?

You're headed to the right spot.

They're in Room 317.

Copy that.

FBI!

Stay back! Leave her alone!

We're the FBI. Now, drop that w*apon.

I said, stay back!

Hey, we're here to help you.

Yeah? Like those other men?

No, we are here
to protect you from them.

They are on their way,
so we need to get you

and your mom out of here now.

Vanya, she's going to die.

Stand back!

Stand back!

Vanya, we're here to help you.

But I need you to put that g*n down.

I don't believe you.

Okay. Here.

See?

We're not here to hurt you.

Okay? I know that you're afraid.

But I also know that
you wanna help your mom.

And I know the feeling
of having someone

that you love and you trust

more than anyone in the world hurt.

Let me try and stop the bleeding, okay?

- Okay.
- Let me do that.

Put the g*n down.

Put it down.

Put it on the bed.

We need to get him out of here.

Okay, we need to get her to a hospital.


Weitz just called in the
Diplomatic Security Service,

so between them and our guys,

this place is completely secure.

Good, we can't take any chances.

- How's Yasmine?
- I don't know.

She's still in surgery.

Poor kid.

How you holding up, Vanya?

I used to ask about him
when I was little.

"Where is my dad? Where is he?

Is he... Superman?"

So stupid.

You were just a kid.

I kept asking, though.

And then, when I turned 18...

she finally told me about the attack.

Did she ever tell you who he was?

Last night, she came to my dorm.

That's when she told me who he was.

I'm so sorry, Vanya.

I know it probably feels
like everything's different now,

like you don't know
who you are anymore.

I know exactly who I am.

I'm my mother's son.

And whatever that man did to her

doesn't make him my father.

He's... he's nothing to me.

And I'm never going to Kazahrus.

I'm staying here,
and I'm looking after her,

just like she looked after me.

- Any luck?
- Nada.

Not even a partial print.

I'm starting to think that
whoever hit Yasmine's house

doesn't have fingers.

Okay... someone just
logged into our server

to access our bogus phone data.

Here we go. Moment of truth.

What, who is it?

- It's Reade.
- No.

It can't be.

It... that doesn't make any sense.

The test is flawed.

He's out of the office.

He has every right to review evidence.

Does he also have every right
to destroy it?

Look, he didn't even open the files.

He just logged in and erased

the last 50 uploads to the server.

Come on. Reade would...
never be dumb enough to...

He's covering his tracks.

They say they're corrupted
by a system malfunction.

I know my server.

This is not a malfunction,
and it's no coincidence.

There has to be an explanation.

Reade is family.

So was Borden.

How do you feel, Mom?

Do you need anything?

No.

I have everything I need.

Gonna get you some water.

No, Vanya. No.

It's okay. I'll go with him.

Come on.

Thank you... for keeping him safe.

You did that.

You were so strong for him, Yasmine.

I did what any mother would.

Vanya comes from darkness...

but he is my light.

Please, promise me
you will protect him.

I'll protect you both.

Who did that?

Who did that?

How long till your constituents

realize they made a terrible mistake?

Ah, actually, my re-election is a lock.

I'm polling great.

Polls have been wrong before.

Mm? Look at this face.

Say, bro, I wouldn't
piss her off if I were you.

She works for the CIA.

Now, you really want her spying on you?

Wait, wait.

Ooh, sorry, congressman stuff.

I gotta...

Can you believe anyone
voted for that fool?

Um, about this morning.

I know you were looking out for me,

and I... I appreciate it.

But you gotta trust me too.

- I do.
- Good.

I think I've earned it.

And if there's anything I can't handle,

I'll be sure to tell you.

Okay.

You can't support the Patriots.

You grew up in New York.

Uh, yeah, but the Patriots win.

Oh, what's wrong?

Jones... where are you?

Why aren't you outside her door?

Jones, where the hell...

Agh!

Vanya! Vanya!

- Shh shh! Shh!
- Vanya!

Don't make a sound. Stay right here.

Cyrus's hitmen are inside,
and they're dressed as FBI.

We gotta get Vanya and
Yasmine out of here now.

Come on!

This whole hospital's under attack!

We're under siege!

They're on FBI comms.

We're taking Vanya to the roof.

Repeat, we're taking
the asset to the roof.

We need a heli evac, now.

Wait, hold on, we can't leave my mom!

- We're not.
- Vanya!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- Come on, go!
- Go!

Yasmine, come here.

There you go.

Stevens, open that door!

I thought you were taking
the boy to the roof.

The chopper's on its way.

The Kazahrusians are on
our comms, all right?

We fed them false intel.

Give me the keys. All right.

Take that team up to the roof

and take out the mercenaries, move.

All right, let's move!

It's not Reade.

What? How do you know?

You know how Reade plays Wizardville?

Yeah.

Well, the program

has a slight back door-ish.

It's super not a big deal,
but before you point fingers,

you should know that there
was no way to code it

without being able to spy on users.

Or, that's totally not
the word I wanted to use.

I have never used it until now.

- This seemed like an emergency...
- Patterson, I don't care!

What did you find?

Okay.

Reade's supposed login...

occurred from a computer
terminal within the FBI,

but he wasn't even in the building.

He was at Chris & John's
Coffee in Midtown.

Someone used his login.

He's getting framed.

Weller? Everything okay?

No, it's not.
We need backup immediately.

The Kazahrusians just hit the hospital.

What? How?

We had FBI and DSS teams...

I don't know, but we've
got Vanya and his mom.

All right, we got 'em out in time.
We're headed...

Headed south on Bronx River Parkway.

We're tracking your cell.

I just got word. How they doing?

- We're on with Weller now.
- Oh, what's going on?

The DSS just told me that...

We're on it!

Weller, I'm dispatching a convoy.

They're 15 minutes out. Keep moving.

They will find you.

Copy that. Just keep us updated.

I can't believe it.

I'm calling the Foreign Affairs
Committee immediately.

- Hey, it's gonna be okay.
- Yeah.

We're taking you to a safe house.

No!

Why are we stopping?

- Spike strip.
- Yeah.

Kurt!

Everyone down! Get down!

Get down! Get down!

Stay in the car.

Stay down.

Cover me!

Uhh!

Agh!

No!

Get out!

Get out, get out!

Come here, come here!

You okay?

Everyone okay?

Nice work.

Holy hell, am I glad to see you.

We're glad to be seen.

- Where's the mother?
- Yasmine's in with medical.

They're redoing some of her sutures,

but she's gonna be fine.

Thanks to you guys.

I mean, really, you guys are...

seriously badass.

Please don't, it'll go
straight to their heads.

What did you find?

I figured out who used Reade's login.

I know who's trying to set
him up for Stuart's m*rder.

Who?

It was Hirst.

How can you be so sure Hirst
is the one who framed Reade?

I run biometric software
in the backgrounds

of all of our computers.

You want answers or not?

I want you to consider the CIA.

All right, what does
the program show us?

The way each person uses a computer

can be read like a...
unique digital signature.

So, the way you type,
the way you click,

the speed, the force...

So, you tracked and analyzed
everyone's mouse

- and keystroke habits?
- Yeah.

So, she logged in as Reade,

but it's her biometric signature.

So, after she logged in,

she deleted the evidence
off of our servers.

Innocent people don't do that.

If she thought she was erasing
the contents of Stuart's phone,

then she definitely
has something to hide.

Do you think she k*lled Stuart?

Or she's covering up for whoever did.

You think she also tampered
with Stuart's Kinga, too?

She definitely has the reach.

So, what else is Hirst hiding?

She was real protective
of "Mr. Short Sell"

Kevin Loewe a few cases ago.

Kevin Loewe's one of the
biggest names on Wall Street.

This evidence better be ironclad.

She could have easily
downgraded the anonymous tip

that pointed to him.

Yeah, but why?

I mean, does he handle
her investments or something?

They knew each other.

What?

That's Hirst.

"Law Review Editor-In-Chief
Eleanor Hirst

with Managing Editor Kim Loewe."

That is Kevin Loewe's first wife.

They all went to Georgia together.

That's a pretty big detail
not to mention.

She's been manipulating tattoo cases.

Because some of them point to her.

While you guys were out
playing "Street Fighter,"

I was busy trying to prevent
a major geopolitical crisis.

King Cyrus is dead.

- What?
- Yeah.

Two hours ago, he was hanged

at the behest of
the Kazahrusian elites.

- Good.
- Nope, actually, not good.

Now, the entire region is destabilized.

The Kazahrusian
are demanding their heir.

They want Vanya to come lead.

- Absolutely not.
- Well, not your call to make.

And what if he doesn't want to go?

Well, then the Kazahrusians will assume

we're holding him against his will.

Our base outside the capital

will be under siege before nightfall.

One of the oligarchs
jockeying for power

will attempt a coup.

Chaos, rioting, massive casualties...

Yeah, we get it.

Or, Vanya can get on a plane.

No. This isn't fair.

He's 20 years old,
and he doesn't want this.

Jane... that boy needs
to hear his options

and know what's at stake.

You, of all people,
should understand that.

No one can force you to leave, Vanya.

I know what it's like

to live a life that's not your own.

You don't have to do this.

You... You don't have to go.

Yes, I do.

This, this is how I make things right.

My whole life, I've heard
my grandparents talk

about the horrors of Kazahrus.

All the v*olence...

friends jailed
for criticizing the monarch,

massive food shortages.

I mean, they risked
everything to come here.

They sacrificed for my mom,
just like she sacrificed for me.

So, what, now it's your turn?

What if I can make things
better for these people?

Don't I have to try?

What part of "I need you to trust
me" didn't you understand?

Look, we're sorry.

But aren't you glad we're onto Hirst?

Are you kidding me right now?

Reade, come on, she used your login.

- Allegedly!
- No, it was her.

My biometric software...

Is what, infallible, just like you?

You want a gold star
for planting sham evidence

on a server so you could
spy on other agents?

That's not how we do things at the FBI.

This is bigger than that, Reade.

Hirst has been looking out
for me since I was in Quantico.

I trust her, which
is more than I can say

for either one of you right now.

Do you guys realize this
is exactly what Roman wanted?

He promised we'd be
at each other's throats,

and look where we are right now,
playing right into his hands.

Okay, would you at least consider...

Some real evidence?
Absolutely, Patterson.

Why don't you bring me some?

Until then, I'm done
playing make-believe.

Show yourselves out.

They're too close.
He doesn't wanna see it.

I hope that's all.

Otherwise, he's covering for her.

Whatcha thinkin' about?

Nothing.

You? How are you doing?

Really.

Today was hard.

I can't stop thinking...

I have a daughter.

- Jane...
- I changed my mind

about finding her.

After seeing how Vanya's life
was upended, I just...

I want her to be happy.

And something tells me
that'll be a lot easier

if she... doesn't know I exist.

Whatever you want.

Sir, she was just here.
You must have seen her.

Can you ask around for me?

Please, can you just take this photo...

What...

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I'll check.

Thank you.

And... thank you.

Don't worry about it.

We're looking for the same person.

Jane Doe?

Or Alice Kruger, Remi.

She has a lot of names.

Mine's Avery.

How do you know Jane?

She's my mother.