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(electric razor buzzing)

(scissors snipping)

**

(door squeaks open)

(Russian accent)
Give me your phone, now.

Now, Vanya.

We have to be invisible.
Understand?

(sirens wailing)

You're bleeding.

We gotta get you
to a hospital.

Nyet.
We keep moving.

(microscope clicking)

(doors slide open)

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.

(chuckling)
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.

(scoffs)

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.

(faint video game noises)

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.

(Patterson)
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?

(Patterson)
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 murder weapon,
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.

(metallic squeaking
and clanking)

(footsteps on metal stairs)

(Weller)
Wow.

So it could be
any one of these boxes.

(Jane)
Heh, at least
they're organized.

Yeah, and their
security's great.

The clerk barely
looked at my badge.

FBI. Stop!

(speaking Russian)

(Weller)
Stop!

Jane, over here!

(grunts)

Uhh!

(grunting)

(grunting)

(gunshot)

Kurt!

Kurt!

(grunting)

Kurt!

Kurt!

Uhh!

(fire extinguisher hissing)

Stand back!

Get back.

(coughing)

You okay?
Uhh. Yeah.

(phone line ringing)
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!

(grunts)

(tape slicing)

Oh...

These are all
rape kits.

(Weller)
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 assault
is an... afterthought.

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

(Patterson)
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 attacks.

I know.
The-- the system is broken.

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

(tablet beeping)

New York State just
passed legislation last week

earmarking funds to process
backlogged rape 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.

(Reade)
Whoever it was, they
obviously didn't know

which box was theirs,

so they just hit
every warehouse at once.

And all those other rape kits
that were destroyed

were just collateral damage.

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

(Patterson)
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 killed.

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 murder?

Something's not right.

**

(Jane speaking Russian)

(Russian accent)
Your Russian is good,

but my English is better.

Great, so you'll
understand this.

Life in prison, no parole.

(Jane)
We want names.

And I want Russia
to win World Cup.

(smacks table)

Who do you work for?

Myself.

Oh, hmm!

So, you're the boss.

So, you're confessing to killing
two active-duty cops?

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

Who the hell is he?

Your pretty friend here,
she killed 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.

(Jane)
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.

(Patterson)
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 rape kits destroyed

is from Kazahrus.

A country known
for human rights abuses.

(Reade)
When do we get
the DNA results back?

A few hours.

So, I've been
doing research on
the rape 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.

(Patterson)
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.

(water running)

(phone buzzing)

(buzzing continues)

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.

(humming "Hush, Little Baby")

(Roman continues humming)

(woman, echoey)
* Hush, little baby,
don't say a word... *

That song...

It's true.

Why would I lie?

The truth
is painful enough.

It's Roman.
Track the call.

(whispering)
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?

(chuckles)

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.

(Jane)
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.

(doors slide open)

(whispering)
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 murder.

(whispering)
Exactly.

(footsteps approaching)

You're gonna
wanna see this.

The rape kit DNA results
came back.

Yasmine Petrushev,
the woman who was working

at the Kazahrusian embassy
at the time of her attack,

was raped by the late
Ivan Valdemaras.

As in "King Valdemaras"?
(Patterson)
Yeah.

In January of 1997,
during the time
of her assault,

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.

(Weller)
Wait, the king died
this year, though.

Didn't his younger brother
take over the throne?

(Zapata)
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--

(Patterson)
His name's Vanya Petrushev.

Born October 8, 1997,

nine months
after Yasmine was raped.

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 war of succession.

And if they're
willing to kill cops

just to destroy DNA evidence,

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

(guns cocking)

(Russian accent)
There are no rules, understand?

We do whatever is necessary
until the boy is dead.

In addition to being 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 rape kit.

All right, so where
are on finding him?

(Zapata)
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?

(scoffs)
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.

(Weitz)
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 kill squad
and shut 'em down.

(knock on door)

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?

(siren whooping)

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.

(cell phone ringing)

Patterson,
what do you got?

You're headed to the right spot.

They're in Room 317.

Copy that.

(siren whooping)

**

FBI!

Stay back!
Leave her alone!

We're the FBI.
Now, drop that weapon.

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.

(groaning)

Vanya, she's going to die.

Stand back!

Stand back!

Vanya, we're here
to help you.

But I need you
to put that gun 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.

(Yasmine grunting)

Let me try and stop
the bleeding, okay?

Okay.
Let me do that.

(Weller)
Put the gun down.

Put it down.

Put it on the bed.
(sobbing)

We need to get him
out of here.

Okay, we need to get her
to a hospital.

(distant siren)

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?

(sighs)
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?"

(scoffs)
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.

(sighs)

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.

(approaching footsteps)

Any luck?
Nada.

Not even
a partial print.

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

doesn't have fingers.

(computer beeps)

Okay... someone just
logged into our server

to access our bogus
phone data.

Here we go.
Moment of truth.

(keyboard clacking)

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.

(beep)

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.

(scoffs)
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.

(indistinct chatter)

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?

(Weitz)
Wait, wait.

Ooh, sorry,
congressman stuff.

I gotta...
(clicks tongue)

Can you believe anyone
voted for that fool?

(sighs)
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--

(gunshot)

Agh!

(gasps)
Vanya! Vanya!

Shh shh! Shh!
Vanya!

(whispering)
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.

(distant gunshots)
Come on!

This whole hospital's
under attack!

We're under siege!

(indistinct radio chatter)

(whispering)
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!

(Weller)
We're not.
Vanya!

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

Come on, go!
Go!

(Yasmine groaning)

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.

(Stevens)
All right, let's move!

(tires screeching)

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?

(sighs)
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.

(phone buzzing)

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--

(Zapata)
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!

(tires screeching)

(Yasmine)
Why are we stopping?

Spike strip.
Yeah.

Kurt!

Everyone down!
Get down!

Get down!
Get down!

(man shouts)

(Yasmine gasping)

(Jane)
Stay in the car.

Stay down.

Cover me!

Uhh!

Agh!

(Weller)
No!

Get out!

(Yasmine shrieking)

Get out, get out!

Come here, come here!

(Vanya)
You okay?

Everyone okay?

Nice work.

(elevator bell chimes)

(indistinct chatter)

(Hirst)
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.

(Weller chuckles)

What did you find?

I figured out who
used Reade's login.

I know who's
trying to set him up
for Stuart's murder.

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 killed 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?

(keyboard clacking)

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.

(Weller)
No one can force you
to leave, Vanya.

(Jane)
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 violence...

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?

(Zapata)
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?

(chuckles)

Nothing.

You? How are you doing?

Really.

(sighs)

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--

(speaking German)

What--

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.

**

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(man)
Greg, move your head.