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(boy)
All right, you got this!

Come on, do it!

(coins clinking)

(boy)
Nice!
(girl)
Nice one. Ooh!

Yes, I wanted this one!

That's a good one.

Oh, yes!
This is my favorite one!

(boy 2)
I wanted it so badly.

(boy)
It's sick!

(kids chattering indistinctly)

(woman on radio)
...training camp begins, the
question on everyone's mind--

(man on radio)
The Penn-Tech Bomber
released another manifesto

promising an imminent attack
somewhere in New York City.

Police say they have
identified the bomber

as Nyack resident Marcus Dunn,

however, Dunn's current
whereabouts are unknown.

ReEncoded By Dr.XJ | PSA
www.PSArips.com

My turn.
You punks ready?

Three, two...

(explosion)

(car alarms blaring)

(children coughing)

(Weller grunts)

Last box from storage.

It's full of junk.

Except for...

(chuckling)
Our wedding video?

Yes, and considering
that we paid for Marryoke,

extended
bridal preparations,

and even a video booth
message compilation,

we should watch it.

Roman called me last night.

What'd he say?

He wants to punish me
for choosing you

and the team over him.

Did he threaten you?

No, he's-- he's just
angry and lonely, I think.

I know all this
is hard.

He's still your brother.

Some part of you...

still cares about him.

What I care about is us.

That's why
I'm telling you.

If everything's out
in the open,

then there's nothing
Roman can use

to wedge between us...
right?

But you are
gonna help me.

If I don't?

I'll tell Jane
what happened in Berlin.

Right.

(Patterson sighs)

(Zapata)
Hey. How you holding up?

Uh, I'm fine.

Have you slept?
How can I sleep?

Stuart was obsessing
over this tattoo
the day he was killed.

What if it's connected?
I mean, if I would have
just listened--

No, don't do that.
This isn't your fault.

All right,
what can I do to help?

I wish I knew.
I'm stuck.

So... we know the tattoo

points to the previous owners
of Van Gogh's self-portrait,

but... all those people have
been dead for a long time,

so I don't really have a whole
lot to go on at this point.

What about
the molecular diagram itself?

Any idea what it points to?

Without knowing
the specific elements

the molecules represent, no.

All right...
let's take a step back.

What else do we know?

Okay... so, we know that
Stuart's Kinga smart speaker

was tampered with.

So what if other things
were tampered with, too?

Okay, I will reexamine
the other evidence

from Stuart's murder,

see if there are
any inconsistencies.

I'll call the NYPD crime lab
and compare notes.

Just promise me
you'll be careful, okay?

'Cause Stuart was killed
because he was onto something.

I will, I will.

But I'm gonna find
the person who did this.

(soft knock)

I have a little gift
for you.

Ugh.

A Georgia Bulldog
would rather die

than wear the colors
of a glorified skunk.

We've had a standing bet
for some years now.

You know the rules--
you either wear the shirt
or shave your head.

Which one is it--
you gonna put it on,

or do I have to go
get my clippers?

Don't rush me.

(sighs)

There are about to be some
very confused faces

at my budget meeting.

Uh, one more thing.

Apparently, Roman
called Jane last night.

I think he's trying
to get into Jane's head

and rip us apart
from the inside.

You still think he's trying
to expose secrets

within the team?

Is there anything
you need to tell me?

What do you mean?

If he's coming after you
and your people,

you make sure
your house is in order.

(cell phone chimes)

Patterson solved
the tattoo.

Reade...

I vouched for you
to get this job.

Don't make me regret it.

(Patterson)
An oldie but a goody.

The horn skull was actually
one of the first tattoos

my database deciphered
from the original set.

And so this is a symbol
used by Marcus Dunn,

also known as
the Penn-Tech Bomber.

We studied him
at Quantico.

His first bomb
killed 15 people

at Penn Station in '88.

And six more bombings
through the mid-'90s.

Right, and the morning
of each attack,

he'd send a one-page
manifesto to the "Times,"

claiming modern technology
was the supreme evil
of the world.

Wasn't it his ex-wife
that turned him in?

Yeah, she recognized
his handwriting.

But before the police
could bring him in,

he blew himself up
in a final attack.

So the tattoo points
to a bomber who's been dead

for 20 years--
doesn't exactly seem pressing.

Well, since his death,

there have been
copycat bombings,

all targeting technology.

The devices
were cruder than his,

but each of them
were accompanied
by similar manifestos.

So I thought the tattoo
was pointing to another copycat,

but there wasn't enough
to go on... until now.

The new tattoo interacts
with the old one.

And we ran the new pattern
through the database,

and we got a hit
off of satellite imagery.

The perimeter,
here in red,

is the perfect match
for a footprint

of a long-term parking lot
in Brooklyn.

(Patterson)
Adler Street Park & Lock.

And not only that,
the bird's-eye highlights

a particular space number, 219.

What's in 219?

(sirens, indistinct
police radio chatter)

(Weller)
Approaching the vehicle now.

(Patterson)
You're still clear on thermal.

(echoey breathing)

(Weller)
Opening the rear door.

It doesn't appear
to be booby-trapped.

Opening the second door.

(Patterson)
Weller, what's in it?

(Weller)
A letter.

So the van
was completely clean.

No prints,
no physical evidence,

just the letter.

The intended recipient

is the Penn-Tech Bomber's
daughter, Claire Dunn.

Turns out the daughter
of a serial bomber

isn't an upstanding
citizen herself.

Two drug convictions,
community service
for petty theft.

The letter
is mostly small talk.

Until this.

"Those whose agenda it is
to replace flesh and blood

"with cables and circuit boards

will have their dreams
turn to ash in the Empire City."

It's signed "Dad."

Penn-Tech Bomber died
20 years ago.

Or so we thought.

I analyzed the ink

and compared the handwriting
to the '90s manifestos.

It's the first perfect match.

This letter was written within
the last week by Marcus Dunn.

Those other bombings
weren't copycats.

The Penn-Tech Bomber's
still alive.

And about to carry out
another attack.

**

Greetings
from the past.

Uh, happy wedding day,
Kurt and Jane.

Um, we hope
you're watching this

from your big, cozy farm
in Colorado.

Why are they living
on a farm?

I don't know.
What do you do in Colorado?

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Photobomb!

Oh, it's a video,
Patterson.

Yes, and we also
can't wait to see

how two of the most headstrong,
ultra-competitive alphas

are gonna function
as a couple.

(laughing)
Yes.

This marriage is going
to be extremely entertaining

for all of us.

And so...

we love you.

(both)
Don't screw this up.

(Zapata scoffs)
You just had to suit up
with the bomb squad.

Couldn't leave it
to the professionals, could you?

I am a professional.

Do you know
how many training hours

I put in with the bomb squad?

You would've gone out there
with zero hours.

(Zapata)
You're one to talk.
I'm surprised you didn't try

and squeeze into that suit
and go with him.

(chuckles)

(chuckling)
Oh, wow.

Not a word.
We're not discussing it.

Oh, no, we are not
gonna discuss

how a so-called
SEC powerhouse

blew a nine-point lead
in the last two minutes.

I have issued a nationwide BOLO
for Marcus Dunn,

aka, the Penn-Tech Bomber.

You got any idea how he pulled
that disappearing act off?

(Patterson)
I've been looking
into the events

surrounding Dunn's death
in '94.

A body was found
in a destroyed van,
charred to a crisp.

So he planted another body
to fake his death.

**

(explosion)

The weird thing is,

the body was positively
ID'd as Marcus Dunn.

Both DNA and dental
confirmed it.

So the records
were falsified.

How does someone
so anti-technology
manage to do that?

He must've had help.
What about his daughter?

We tracked the GPS on her car
to a friend's apartment
in Jersey.

All right,
let's bring her in.

**

(indistinct crowd chatter)

(computer trilling)

(beep)

(soft orchestral music playing)

(crowd chattering)

Excuse me...
Mr. Jakeman.

I just saw you checked in,

and I wanted
to introduce myself.

I'm sorry.
I'm-- I'm at a loss.

You, uh,
you seem to know me,

and I-- I can't
say the same of you.

Blake Crawford.

My-- My charity
is hosting this event.

Right.

Probably should've done
some homework

so I didn't embarrass myself
in front of the beautiful host.

It's not a problem.
I saw your name on the registry.

I'm making it a point to meet
all the guests I don't know.

Well, I want to make it
crystal clear that I am
an absolute nobody.

Well, it's refreshing
to meet a nobody.

This room has enough somebodies
in it.

Excuse me.
Please, enjoy yourself.

We have a full day
of great speakers planned
and a wonderful auction.

It was nice meeting you,
Thomas Jakeman.

Please, Tom.

And the pleasure was all mine,
Ms. Crawford.

**

(Claire Dunn)
I don't understand.

My dad is dead.

Well, he writes
a pretty good letter
for a dead man.

We know he's alive.

We know you've been
talking to him,

using that parking lot
as a dead drop.

I have never seen
this letter before.

That's because
we got to it first.

It mentions others.
Your dad said the garden

you asked about is bigger
than last year.

Do you know what's happening
right now, Claire?

A team of federal agents
is going through everything
that you own.

If they find one little piece
of evidence you've had contact

with a domestic terrorist,
you are going to prison.

So you can either tell us
where your father is

or spend the next few years
behind bars for protecting him.

**

I don't know where he is.

I check the van
once a month.

Take a letter, leave a letter.
That's it.

What, and so your dad is doing
the taking and leaving
on his side?

No, there's a man who works
as a go-between.

You have a name
or a number?

No.

So you have no way
of contacting him?

What if there's an emergency?

He said if I was ever
in trouble,

I should sit on a bench
at the Saratoga Park playground,

any day of the week at noon.

He said he'd find me there.

**

All right, Claire's in position.
Exits covered.

It's almost noon.
Keep a lookout

for anyone approaching
the bench.

Think she'll be able
to hold it together?

(Reade)
Well, she better.

If this courier
is the same guy

that helped the Penn-Tech Bomber
disappear,

he might know where
he's hiding out also.

What's wrong, Kurt?

This park has too many
sight lines for surveillance.

(Weller)
Not many options
for a clear escape.

He's right.

If this guy is as careful
as we think he is,

this isn't
a great meeting spot.

(Kurt)
Maybe it isn't one.

What if he's using Claire
as a trigger man,

a warning flare telling him
that she's been compromised?

He'd have to live
or work nearby,

somewhere with a good view
of the bench.

All right, fan out,
keep an eye out for anyone

matching the age and description
Claire gave us.

**

(gun cocks)

(man)
Drop it.

Remi?

What the hell
are you doing here?

And why are you working
with the cops?

**

I guess I'm-- I'm not the best
at expressing myself.

(chuckling)
Maybe that's why it took me
so long to make a move on you.

Oh...

I can't believe how lucky I am.

I love what we've become.

I love the person...

(chuckling and voice breaking)

The man that you make me.

You are my north star.

You're my starting point.

And you're my end point.

So, on that note...

(laughs)

Happy anniversary to my wife.

**

(man)
Remi?

It is you, isn't it?

(magazine clatters on floor)

You don't remember me?
Don't take it personally.

Okay, how about
some simpler questions?

What am I dealing with?
Feds or locals?

The whole area
is surrounded.

You wouldn't be
lying to me, would you?

Agh!
(grunts)

Uhh!

(both grunt)

(groans)

Now I have some questions.

What do we got
on our mystery man?

His real name is Rosamond Ott.
Goes by Rossi.

(Weller)
He's a French national?

Or German or Czech.

No one really seems to know,
but he's wanted

in seven countries for,
like, all of the crimes.

I ran his prints through
some CIA contacts.

It turns out
he's kind of a legend.

If you wanna disappear
from the face of the Earth,
apparently Rossi's your guy.

Well, if he helped
the Penn-Tech Bomber disappear,

he should know where he is.

All right, you two run
the interrogation.

He knows Jane.
See if you can use that
to get him to open up.

Things will get a lot easier
for you when you tell us

where the Penn-Tech Bomber's
located.

You really don't remember me?
I was like an uncle to you.

That summer in Kalispell?
Up on Flathead Lake?

If a bomb goes off, and you
could've helped to stop it,

you'll be responsible.

Is that what you want?

I remember one night

waking you
and your brother Roman up

at 3:00 in the morning
so we could sit on the porch

and watch the most
violent thunderstorm

the Montana sky
had ever seen.

Your mother wasn't happy.

**

I did your adoption.

And you really
don't remember anything?

That's awful.

Maybe some things
are better to forget.

Your mother did this to you,
didn't she?

Or more likely she convinced you
to do it to yourself, hmm?

What, some promise
of a greater good

or of a higher purpose?

Am I close?

Okay, enough.
Where is Marcus Dunn?

And what does he plan
on hitting?

My line of work requires
maintaining a reputation,

the kind people can rely on,
so when they ask

for my services
they don't hesitate to pay

the hefty fee
that accompanies it.

You wanna talk about
the good old days, Remi?
I'm game.

But I do not discuss
my clients.

All right,
we can't find any records.

Maybe Rossi is one
of those weirdoes

who keeps it all
in his head.

Okay, he was ready
to drop everything

when Claire showed up
at the bench, right?

Nothing on him--
no cash, no passport.

How was he planning
to leave town?

Okay, well, you're
a CIA super spy now.

Where would you keep
your go bag?

**

The team already checked this.
I think it's clean.

Yeah, but these old muscle cars
have a lot of empty space
in them.

They're great for slicks.

Slicks?
Spy hiding places.

Look at the stitching there.

That's different
from the original.

All right, I'm pretty sure
desecrating an American classic

is one of the seven deadly sins,
but lives are at risk.

Super spy for the win.

This order's been signed by
the Secretary of State himself.

I know we're all
on the same side,

but big-dogging
an active investigation

to satisfy some political IOU
is low, even for you all.

(Reade)
What's going on?

The State Department is claiming
jurisdiction over Rossi.

Assistant Secretary West
is here

to begin
the extradition process.

No, you can't do that.
I can.

Rossi's wanted
by the French government

in a number of cases.

Do any of them involve
a present threat on U.S. soil?

It's my understanding he's
offered no credible leads.

We're still pulling evidence.
It doesn't matter
what you find.

The case the French
will bring is ironclad.

Let's be honest here.
Handing over Rossi

pays back political capital
for the current administration.

Call it whatever you want.

(phone chimes)

Rossi's being transferred
within the hour.

Patterson's got something.
She wants us in the lab.

(Jane sighs)

All right,
our very own "00Z"

found Rossi's ledger hidden
in his car.

It's an account of all
of his business transactions
going back 30 years-plus.

(Weller)
Looks like gibberish.

(Patterson)
It's designed to.

It's heavily coded.

Rossi assigned each
of his clients an insect name.

Well, that seems fitting,
considering his customers.

(Patterson)
The coding
makes the book unreadable

unless you have
more information.

In our case, specific dates
to when transactions occurred.

Like when the Penn-Tech Bomber
faked his death.

There were 20 transactions
in August '94,

but only one client
had a monthly transaction listed

up to the present day.

Letter drops at the van
to the bomber's daughter.

(Patterson)
Exactly.

Which means the code name

for the Penn-Tech Bomber
is Mosquito.

The second transaction
in August '94

has a number attached to it.

It's a zip-code
for Ithaca, New York.

You think that's where Rossi's
been hiding him?

There are only
a few hundred residences

that haven't changed ownership
since '94,

and of those places,

only one has never had Internet,
phone, or cable.

(Hirst)
Great work.

Coordinate with Ithaca PD.

Get them
to secure the area.

**

(indistinct chatter)

(siren whoops)

(man)
The mayor calls you,
you let me know.

Good job.

(indistinct radio chatter)

**

Sheriff Hannon.
Nice to meet you.

Thought we told you to secure
the area and wait for us.

Well, one of our dogs
sniffed out a bomb.

Couldn't sit on my hands.
Wait, and it's
been disarmed?

Aw, don't look
so surprised, darling.

We got people with
special skills upstate too.

Come on.
I'll show you.

Did that guy
just call me "darling"?

(Hannon)
The bomb was pretty simple.

Kind of like a middle school
science project.

The house was empty
when you got here?
Mm-hmm.

Think Rossi gave him
the heads-up we were coming?

Maybe when he saw Claire
at the park?

Stop!
It's a decoy.

Everyone down!

All right,
Kurt Weller, uh,

there's a lot I want
to say to you,

um, but I was told
to keep it PG-13,

so I'll save the good stuff
for our honeymoon.

I never thought that, uh,
this would happen for me.

I never thought
that I would have what we have.

And today is just...

(inhales deeply)

...so perfect.

(footsteps approaching)
And I just feel really--

(chuckles)
Move over.

Hey, there you are.

I've been looking
everywhere for you.

Oh, did you think
I ran away already?

Well, I'm not gonna
give you that chance.

I'm never gonna let you
out of my sight.

(whispering)
Ever.

(coughing and gasping)

You okay?
All right?

Jane!

Everyone okay?

Jane!
(Zapata)
Weller.

(Weller)
You all right?
Yeah.

Jane! Reade!

You okay, sir? Get out.
(man coughing)

(Weller)
Reade!

I'm good, Kurt.
I'm good.

Okay, you get out of here.

(coughing)

Jane!

(coughing)

No. No.

Jane?

No. Jane?

(gasping and coughing)
Jane! Hey!

Jane! It's me.

Come on.
(grunts)

(gasping)

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

**

(elevator bell chimes)

Glad to see everyone
made it out in one piece.

(Hirst)
Where are we
on the Penn-Tech Bomber?

We found nothing in his house
that pointed to his whereabouts.

But we do know he is
planning something big.

We found empty containers
of acetone peroxide

and a ton of
empty car batteries
in his shed.

He's making TATP.

He's completely
in the wind

with enough explosives
to level Yankee Stadium.

We need something to chase,
and we need it fast.

The Penn-Tech Bomber operates
completely analog.

No computer, no phone,
not one megabyte of data
that could give us a lead.

But we did find
a typewriter,

card stock, glues,
and cutting tools
on his work bench.

We think he may have been
forging something.

Yeah, maybe credentials
to gain access somewhere

or a fake passport
to flee the country.

Why would he need thermometers?
(Weller)
The mercury was drained.

So he could be planning
to make it airborne
with an explosion.

What about Rossi?
That's our lead.

A guy like that
takes years to break,

and the State Department
is taking him in minutes.

Let's keep running down
the evidence.

Let me know when
you find something.

(grunting)

You okay?

Just a few bruised ribs.
I'll live.

If you need anything,
just tell me.
I'm fine.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Roman.
He dangled Rossi
right in my path.

I'm done with my past.

All I ever find is pain.

This is what
I care about.

Us.

I just wish...

we could live inside
our wedding day forever.

(chuckles)

Everything was so perfect.

(sighs)

You're perfect.

I'm not so bad myself.
(chuckles)

(chuckling)
Oh. Sorry.

We're gonna have
a lot more perfect days.

We get that for the rest
of our lives.

We're only at 25,000

for a stick signed
by famous Rangers alumni!

Where are we?
Pittsburgh?

(crowd laughs)
Come on!

How about 30?

Thank you! 35?

35. How about 40?

(crowd murmuring)

Going once.

Twice.

Sold to the woman
in the blue dress.

(applause)
Thank you.

That money
will go a long way

in helping
displaced children
all over the world.

Okay, this next piece
is very dear to my heart.

It was handmade by a child
living in a refugee camp

our charity helps to fund.

A one-of-a-kind wish bracelet.

Bidding opens at $1,000.

(indistinct chatter)

That's right.
It's not high art.

But you're buying love.

You're buying soul.

Okay.

It might look
like this is made

out of cheap hemp
and plastic beads,

but Aidah,

the nine-year-old artist
who crafted it,

assured me that the wish
contained within

is 100% guaranteed.

(laughter)

So, just buy the bracelet

and then wish for more
money... or more wishes.

I'm telling you,
this thing is a gold mine!

Thank you.
Can someone show me 1,500?

It's for a good cause.
Now we're cooking.

How about 2,000?

$20,000.
(crowd gasping)

Well...

That is
exceedingly generous.

I like wishes.

(applause)

Cooking up a lead
on our bomber?

Uh, the tests
are still marinating,

but I do have something for...
Operation Cuttlefish.

It's a...
code name I'm giving

to our side investigation
for Stuart's murder,

'cause cuttlefish
have skin

that's like a cloak
of invisibility--

What did you find?
Okay.

Stuart's phone records
show a normal activity

leading up
to the day he died.

But when cross-referenced
with cell tower data,

there's one kilobyte of data
that isn't accounted for
on the day he died.

Not big enough
for an app update
or voice call.

Text message?

Yeah, but the phone company

has no record a text
was ever sent.

I'm thinking that someone
tampered with the data,

just like
the smart speaker.

So another dead end.

Well, I'm working
another angle.

I've been looking
at Stuart's tattoo research.

What if someone was interfering
with that as well?

You think our task force
has been compromised?

I think it's possible.

But not many of us
have access to this.

What you're suggesting is--
I know, I know.

But I just think
we should make sure.

(door slides open)

I just got off the phone
with the "Times."

The Penn-Tech Bomber
delivered another manifesto.

He's targeting a university.
He didn't mention
which one, did he?

I was hoping you would know.
Said the bomb's going off
in the next hour.

Hello, Kurt and Jane.

I realize that we only met
just recently,

but already I can see
what an amazing team y'all are.

And, despite
your accomplishments,

there will be some days
when you just...

you just don't think
you can make it.

But then that is when
you lean on each other.

Shots!
(chuckles)

I met a man named
Jonathan Walker Blue,

and we are in love.

To the good times
and the bad.

May love rule mightily
over both.

Everyone, fall in.
Listen up.

Reade's put me in charge
of dispatching the tac teams.

Now, the Penn-Tech Bomber claims
in his manifesto

that he's attacking
a university,

but he doesn't
specify which one.

We do know
that he told his daughter

to stay out of the city,
which leaves us

60 campuses between
all five boroughs.

Now, we're coordinating
with the NYPD

to search and evacuate
all of those campuses.

(Patterson)
Hold on! Hold on!

His target
is New York Metro University.

How do you know that?
Microfibers from the Penn-Tech
Bomber's work bench.

Test results show
that most of the particles

were blue, green, and silver,
and the only local schools

with those colors is Metro U.

And they use those colors
for their IDs.

He must have forged one
to gain access to campus.

The campus
is already evacuating,

but it's gonna take an hour
to get everybody out,

so we're gonna need
major support.

All right,
you've heard the boss.

Let's move!

(soft piano music playing)

Item 41,
ready to go.

Winners get free shipping
anywhere in the world,

but for the price you paid,
I thought I'd deliver it myself.

Ah, just one more wish
I don't have to make.

(chuckles softly)

Something doesn't
add up here.

What do you mean?

Well, how can someone
call themselves a nobody

and then waltz in here
with pockets

and generosity
as deep as yours?

Who are you?

I don't usually like to talk
about this with strangers.

Oh, I'm not a stranger.

We met way back...
earlier today.

I spent a lot of time
fighting in Afghanistan.

Saw a lot of bad things.

When I got back,
the world was still a mess.

Nothing I'd done
had made it better.

Then a friend of mine died,
and I came into some money.

Suddenly...
my path became clear.

Save the world,
one bid at a time.

So, how does
this thing work?

Well, you make a wish
as you put it on,

and over time,
it becomes weaker,

and when it falls off,
your wish is granted.

But if you take it off yourself,
your wish won't come true.

Ahh.

Well, I ran the numbers,
and your charity

just funded homes
for over 20,000 people

displaced by war
and poverty.

Something tells me you deserve
this wish more than I do.

**

Did you make one?

(chuckling)
Yeah.

Remember, you can't
take that off now.

(laughing)
I-I won't.

I should make my rounds
to the other winners, but...

can I buy you a drink
afterwards?

Isn't it an open bar?

Yeah, but I paid for it.

Sadly, I have
a plane to catch.

Well...

thank you for your kindness
and for this.

You're... a good man,
Tom Jakeman.

(beeping)

**

(lock clicks)

(beeping)

Tac teams are landing
at Metro U in minutes.

Any specific places they
should be looking for the bomb?

Still combing for clues
in the manifesto.

Well, keep combing.

There have been theories
that the Penn-Tech Bomber
left puzzles in these.

Well, if you
and this software
can't crack a code,

there probably isn't one.

Unless Roman cracked it first.
What do you mean?

The tattoo.

So, what if...
what if it's a cipher?

What if I overlay the sea urchin
on top of the manifesto?

(computer trilling)

(Hirst)
I'll be damned.

The limbs are pointing
to specific letters.

Okay, they spell out...

(computer trilling and beeping)

"Metro University
Hospital basement."

**

W-Wait a minute.

How would Roman
know the code

to a manifesto
released an hour ago?

Okay, okay, okay.

These are the older ones.

Maple Ridge Internet cafe
trash can.

Compu-Con Expo Booth 72.

These are all places
he planted bombs in the '90s.

He's been using the same
code pattern this whole time.

Taunting us.
Proving he was smarter.

He was... till now.

(sirens wailing)

**

Beta Team,
take the dorms.

(Patterson)
I cracked a code
in the manifesto.

The bomb's in the university
hospital basement.

(Reade)
The bomb squad
will be here in five minutes.

Weller, Jane, you guys
take the basement.

See if you can
find the bomb.
On it.

Delta Team, I need you
to assist in a full evac.

Even the sickest patients
gotta go.

Echo, you guys clear
the west side of the building.

Agent Zapata and I
will clear the east.

Be on the lookout
for the Penn-Tech Bomber,
aka, Marcus Dunn.

Remember, he's 20 years older
than his file photo.
He's gonna look different.

All right,
everybody stay on comms.
Move, move, move!

(woman on PA)
This is an emergency...

FBI! We're evacuating
the building!

Please find your nearest exit

and get off of campus
immediately.

I'll go left.

Ma'am, please evacuate
the building.

(woman on intercom)
Please proceed
to the nearest exit.

(Zapata)
Excuse me, sir?

Doctor?

(Zapata on radio)
I think I've got someone.

(grunts)

(both grunting)

(gunshots)
Ohh!

**

(Jane on radio)
We got eyes on the bomb.

Dunn is down!
I repeat, suspect is down!

Which means he can't help us
disarm the bomb.

We're running out of time.

All right...
it's just you and me.

Weller and Jane!
It's my turn.

Okay, so, if life was like
Dungeons & Dragons,

Jane, you would be
an elf paladin,

and Weller,
you are a dwarf monk.

That does make you,
like, four feet tall,

but you know what, I just
thought you would think wizard

is just, like,
a little bit too nerdy.

So, okay.

What I'm trying to say is,

you guys are amazing warriors
on your own,

but together,
you can defeat anything.

(Weller panting)

I can't see if there's
a remote trigger.

(Zapata)
Dunn didn't have one
on him, but...

But he set
a countdown timer.

You have 82 seconds.

(Zapata)
81.

Copy.

(Zapata)
80.

Setting mine to 79.

Is bomb squad here yet?
They're about two minutes out.

You guys need extra eyes
down there?

(Jane)
Continue the evacuation.

Get everyone to safety.
We'll handle the bomb.

Copy.

Weller, can you
send me a photo?

No, I can't see much
with this lid on.

But I do know that we gotta get
inside this drum to disarm it.

The only problem is, there's
an anti-tamper device on this.

It's a mercury-triggered
open circuit.

Now we know what
the thermometers were for.

If we jostle
this lid too much,

that mercury touches
the exposed wires,

it's gonna set off the bomb.
Yeah.

(Patterson)
Okay, okay.

Then I suggest not even
the tiniest of jostles.

Okay. Ready?
Yeah.

Just lift it.

And then go.

Little more pressure.

A little more.

(Jane gasps)
There we go.

(exhales)

(Weller)
All right. Steady.

Move over here.
Gentle.

Ooh!
Steady.

Steady, steady.
Oh, steady.

Okay...

Now, the lid's secure,
Patterson,

and we got 25 seconds.

We got circuit boards wired
to redundant blasting caps.

(Patterson)
Okay, you need
to pull the wires

between the cap
and the power source

and at exactly the same time.

(Weller)
I'm pretty sure
they're the red ones.

Pretty sure?

Well, we got seven seconds.

Which one do you want?

Okay.
Okay, I'm ready.

Three, two, one.

(bomb beeps)

(exhales sharply)

Down to zero.
We're not dead.

What?

That was, um...

That was kind of hot.

I'm just sayin'.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

You're one very,
very special lady.

Still on comms, guys.

**

(Hirst)
We got a problem.

Rossi's missing.

What? How is
that possible?

He was in our custody
at the State Department.

When it came time
to transfer him from his cell

to an international flight,
he was gone.

He can't just vanish
into thin air.

The whole place
went on lockdown.

We scoured the camera feeds.
Nothing.

He's gone.
So you take Rossi from us,

lose him, then come back here
for help with your mistake?

Hat in hand.

Maybe there's something
in Rossi's ledger

that points to contacts
or resources he had
to aid in his escape.

I'll start looking,
see if I can find connections

to anyone who could've
helped him on the inside.

Jane, you had
a personal connection with him.

Any idea where he'd be?
No.

And I don't have a connection
to him, not in this life.

We'll let you know
as soon as we find anything.

(whispering)
Hey! We need to talk.

(mouthing silently)
Cuttlefish.

(whispering)
What?

Cuttlefish.

**

I found more evidence
of tampering.

I'm listening.
All right.

So do you remember the crack
in our last case?

The call that came through
the FBI's anonymous tip line?

Yeah.
The tip was marked

as a low-priority
action item.

So, the FBI would've
never investigated it

if it wasn't for the tattoo.

I recovered the data
from the day the call came in.

The agent who logged it
marked it as high priority.

So someone reclassified it
to bury it, but who?

The tips were on
a central server,

so it has to be someone
from the FBI, DOJ,

or the State Department.

Like Assistant Secretary West.

Or someone above him.

Whoever did this,
why would they
want Stuart dead,

the tip line buried,
and Rossi out of custody?

Where does it
all point?

**

If life was like
Dungeons & Dragons...

(video rewinding)

How long does this
go on for?

What I'm trying to say is...

It was kind of nice
to see you in that video.

I don't, uh, hear things
like that from you very often.

What are you
talking about?
(chuckles)

I tell you that stuff
all the time.

I'm gonna start--
Kurt!

(Roman on video)
Hmm, I guess my invitation
got lost in the mail,

so, uh,
I'll make my toast here.

Jane, you never thought
happiness

was in the cards for you,
and, uh,

well, you were right, heh.

You're too broken, sis.

Love just isn't in your DNA.

And, Weller, whatever you think
you have with my sister,

it's built on a foundation
of lies.

Someday you will feel
the same pain I felt

when she turned her back on me.

I'm sorry to be a downer
on your special day,

I really am, but...

there's more pain coming.

And there is nothing either
of you can do to stop it.

To the bride and groom.

(video static)

Why would he do this?

To remind us
that he's still in control.

**

(distant traffic noise)

(cell phone bloops)

(door opens)

Sorry. I'm sorry.

**

(car starts)

(tires screech)

**

(sighs and clears throat)

Hey, Kurt, are you
expecting a delivery?

(Weller)
Nope!

Why?

(Weller)
What is that?

It's-- It's medical documents
and a birth record.

Rossi sent them to me.

What?
Uh...

He didn't orchestrate
my adoption to Shepherd.

This says he did
an adoption for me,

18 years ago.

(panting)

Kurt, this-- this says
I have a daughter.

**

**

(man)
Greg, move your head!