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(Stuart)
Director Hirst.

(Hirst)
Hi, Stuart.

(Patterson)
She killed Stuart.
We gotta take her down.

You will revoke Zapata's
FBI clearance.

I'll testify against her.

(phone vibrates)

(man's voice)
It's done.

Van Gogh is dead.

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(ping)

(line ringing)

I'll do you the courtesy

of assuming
this is very important.

(Hirst)
It is.

I'm... doing
everything in my power

to protect your interests
and move things forward,

but my position
at the Bureau

is becoming untenable.

I'm under direct threat
from some of my own people.

So handle them.
I'm about to.

But should
something go awry,

I'd like your assurance
that you'll do

everything in your power
to protect me.

Well, how about this?

How about you do
everything you can

to get out
from under this,

but if you can't,
then you make sure

you have an exit strategy
that doesn't involve me,

because I will do
everything to find you

and make sure
no one ever learns

of our connection.

But I would
never betray--

You're very useful to me
in your current position.

Lose it and you become
a liability.

I think you know
how I feel about those.

Remove this threat...

or you've got
a bigger one coming.

(phone vibrates)

Hello?
(Weller)
Where are you?

At the office. Why?

Van Gogh was shot
by a sniper

at the safe house,
and he's dead.

Hirst knows everything.

(Hirst)
Hi, Edgar.

Everything all right?

Uh, actually,
I'm a little concerned.

I, uh...

I took Tasha
off the task force

and stripped her
of her FBI clearance,

like you suggested--
I didn't want to wait.

But now
I'm starting to think

the team might be
into something.

Like what?

I don't know yet.

We used to
tell each other everything,

and now they're hiding
something from me.

I hate to say it,

but they
might be compromised.

Have you seen
anything unusual?

Well, I know you've
always been close to them,

but, frankly,

there's nothing about
the Jane Doe task force

that seems anything
but unusual to me.

I'm sorry to bring
something like this to you
without any proof.

I just don't know
who else I can trust.

You did the right thing.

I trust your instincts.

If anyone could sense
something off

with these people,
it'd be you,

but until
we know what it is,

I suggest we watch
each other's backs.

Deal?

Deal.

(door closes)

All right, does anyone
think they were followed?

No, but I'm getting
a little tired

of taking five subways
to get here.

(Jane sighs)

How the hell are we
supposed to catch this woman

when she keeps murdering
all the people

that could help
put her away?

Maybe we can take
what we know

to the Justice Department,

see if it's enough
to build a case.

(Weller)
What do we have?

Circumstantial evidence,

inadmissible testimony
from a dead man.

I mean, if we play
our cards now,

Hirst will destroy us.

Weller's right.
I'm frustrated, too,

but until we get her
dead to rights,

all we can do is go in,

stand right next to her,
and keep doing our jobs

like it's
business as usual.

I think she still
trusts me.

All right.

Just be careful,
all right?

It's gonna be
very useful

keeping you
that close to her.

It's a dangerous
position to be in.

As long as Hirst
is running the FBI,

we're all in danger.
(phone chimes)

It looks like
it's my time to check in.

It won't be
the same without you.

I know.

Good luck.

(phone ringing)

(Roman)
I served you Van Gogh
on a platter,

so why is Eleanor Hirst
still director of the FBI?

Why don't you just stop
playing games

and tell me what you want?

Playtime's over.

You need to take her out
yourself, permanently.

I am a federal agent.

I am not murdering
someone in cold blood.

We can still take her down
the right way.

No. You needed Van Gogh's
testimony for that.

I spent over a year
perfecting this plan,

and you screwed it up
in a day.

The only way
she goes down now

is with a bullet,

or I tell Jane
the truth about Berlin.

Jane Doe.
How do you know Jane?

She's my mother.

(Jane)
Hey.

Hey.
Who was that?

Roman.

Why is he calling you?

He's just trying
to mess with my head.

Pull us apart.

There's nothing he can do
to get between us.

I have to meet Patterson.
We'll talk more later.

I ordered your coffee.

Tom, is everything okay?

Yeah.
Yeah, just, uh...

just a job
that fell through.

I wouldn't think
a man who bids $20,000

on a child's wish bracelet

would worry
about gainful employment.

It's not about the money.

It'd just be nice to have
a greater sense of purpose

than writing checks.

Sorry. You don't need to hear
about my nouveau riche crisis.

I'm the one
who should apologize.

I begged you
to stay on here,

and I've completely
abandoned you to work.

Well, today's gonna be
all about us.

How does that sound?

Perfect.

(beatboxing)

We just confiscated this
from a known hitman.

He's no longer alive
to give us the password.

I need you to crack it.

Why didn't you
ask Patterson?

Because I'm asking you.

Don't forget
you're out of prison

because you've proved
yourself valuable.

You stop proving that,
I'll send you right back.

Like I said,
not a problem.

We have got a problem.

I just cracked
this laptop for Hirst,

which was insultingly easy,
by the way,

and it is just
chock-full of documents

pointing at Patterson
for Stuart's murder

and the assassination
of this Van Gogh character.

Just to be clear,
you didn't actually

kill these people, right?

What? No. No.

Hirst did that, not me.

Wait. Hirst? What?

That is... actually
kind of badass.

So Hirst knows
that we're getting close.

And she's framed you
for all of this.

She's done
a damn good job.

This looks bad.
This looks very, very bad.

Okay, just tell her
you can't crack it.

Buy us time to prove
the evidence is false.

Can't crack it?
I'm an ex-cyber felon.

The FBI logs and reviews
everything I do in my office.

It is only a matter of time
before somebody sees this

and sounds the alarm.
She could be here any second.

Okay, then we let Hirst
arrest her.

The rest of us
can still find proof

that she's the guilty one
and take her down.

No! She's too dangerous.

Hirst put a bullet in Van Gogh
before he could testify.

She put a knife into Stuart

before he could
tell us the truth.

I mean, she is ruthless,
and she has a building

full of agents that are
completely loyal to her.

If you get taken
into custody,

you're as good as dead.

Then we take down
Hirst today,

and until we do,
we need to get Patterson

away from her
and out of this building.

What are you doing?

I'm using your log-in
to create a virus,

knocking out the building's
security cameras,

erase the footage from today,
and give you room to maneuver.

Hey, how do you know
my log-in?

Please.

(phone alarm)

It's a wanted alert.
They're coming.

What do I do?

What do I do?
What do I do?

Just find a way
out of here.

We'll stop her,
I promise.

**

Patterson just became a fugitive
in our own building.

We have to do everything
that we can to help her escape

before Hirst arrests her
on these false charges.

The security virus
is almost complete.

What the hell
are you doing?

Patterson released a virus
that's messing

with the security feeds.
I'm trying to shut it down.

Why the hell
would she do that?

And why is her face
all over my phone?

We just uncovered intel
that proves

that she is responsible
for Stuart's murder

as well as
another individual

at a US Marshall safe house.

Well, it's a setup.
It's got to be.

We know Patterson.
She would never--

Nobody knows anyone.

You, of all people,
should know that.

Let Cybersecurity
deal with the virus.

Track her phone, now!

Right. Yes.

No reason why I shouldn't
be able to do that, right?

That's right
in my wheelhouse.

Easy peasy.

And there she is.

She's in the locker-room.
Let's go.

Hang on. We don't know
that she's guilty yet.

Well, then, let's just
give her a chance

to explain herself.
Shall we?

She ditched it.

I want this building
turned upside-down.

This woman
killed one of our own.

We do not stop
until we find her.

We need to lock down
the entire building--

blast doors, everything.
No, no.

A lockdown hurts us
and helps her.

She knows every emergency
protocol and its workaround.

I want agents at every exit.
She's a trapped rat.

It's a matter of time.
Root her out.

Whatever Patterson
has or hasn't done,

there is nothing
in her history

to suggest
that she's dangerous.

Other than the people
she's murdered.

Allegedly.
She's unarmed.

We can take her alive.

Patterson has killed
one agent already.

I won't see her
kill any others.

My priority is our safety,
not hers.

Now let's move!

(phone vibrating)

What the hell's going on?

You tell me. Patterson
just sent me a message

through her Wizardville app,
saying that she's hiding

in the Faraday cage room
and needs help to escape.

Yeah, that's because Hirst
just framed her for murder.

What?
This does not feel

like a very safe
work environment.

You have to get her out.
I'm on it.

Finally, something fun
around here.

(whispering)
Marco.

Marco.

Marco.
I am not saying "Polo."
What took you so long?

You need to help me
get out of here.

Why does everybody assume
that I know

how to escape
from this building?

All right, fine.
I may have some plans

laying in wait
in case you guys

decide to throw me
back in the big house.

Now, what day is it?

Paper shredding day.

We gotta use the vents.

Here. All right.

I want you to remember
these directions.

Up, up, down, down,
left, right--

No, wait, that's Contra.
Where are we?

All right, go left, right,
right, skip two rights,

right, and then left.
Is that right?

I'll meet you down there.

Wait, you're not
coming with me?

(laughs)
What are you, nuts?

This shirt is vintage
and these vents are gross.

I'm gonna use the hallways
like a regular person.

Besides, I've got to get you
something very important

from my office, but you've got
to promise to give it back.

Okay.
Here we go.

Hup! Ho! Hup!
I got it.

Hup! Okay.

(Blake laughs)

(Roman)
What?

What just happened?

I just asked
for a chicken sandwich.

No, that is not
what you asked for.

It's "pollo," with an "o."

You have to--
You have to watch the vowels.

Right.
What did I say?
Uh...

You know that guy?

Yeah, unfortunately.

Ever since
our mugging incident,

my father has put
a bodyguard on me

24 hours a day.

Honestly, I just don't like
the feeling of being watched.

So tell him
you don't want it.

My father is not a man
you say no to.

You want to ditch him?

Yes, I do.

Sir, I need you
to open this bin.

Wait! Oh, jeez!

I'm so glad
I caught you.

I have some paper shreds
that need to go out today

or I'm gonna be
in very serious, uh...

Can we just roll it back
real quick?

It'll just take five minutes.

Open the bin, sir.

Are you sure
you want to do that?

I mean, it says
"do not open" right here.

So, I don't know
if you've ever dealt

with the customer service
department at Paper Vortex,

but they are not, uh...

That's, um...
Okay. Yeah.

All right, go ahead.

Um, have you seen
this woman?

No, not since-- not since
she murdered those people.

That's, uh... that's rough.
Is that your case?

It's really
gonna change the vibe

around the office,
you know.

I can't believe
that worked.

(rubber stretching)

(groans, sighs)

I can't believe
I wore this thing.

What does Rich
do with that?

He said he keeps it on hand

for quick escapes,
but I think he uses it

for more than that.
You know what?

I don't even want to
think about it. Just drive.

Whatcha got?

Missing screw.
Two sets of prints.

She's in the vents.

(scoffs)
Find her, now!

How long for
the lab work on those?

It's already expedited.
If they're in the system,

shouldn't be more
that a few minutes.

Good.
Someone's helping her.

I want to know who.

What are you doing?

Uh, just checking for updates.

Nothing yet.
Let's keep looking.

(Weller)
All right, now that
Patterson's escaped,

we can focus on proving
she's innocent

and Hirst is the guilty one.

Great.
How do we do that?

Reade said Hirst had
a second phone in her office.

Lots of agents
have two phones--

one business,
one personal.

She ordered the hit
on Van Gogh yesterday.

There's no way she's
working alone in this.

She needs to be
in contact with people

and she'd be crazy
to use a Bureau cell

or a landline
for anything illicit.

Ah! That's what
the second phone is for.

Anything shady.
It's a shade phone.

Yeah.
So how do we get it?

We don't.
I access it remotely.

I've got to use
your log-in.

You know,
they're tracing mine.

Why do you know
all of our log-ins?

What is this,
"Blue's Clues"?

Just be grateful I'm here
or you Muggles

would be up a creek.

Okay, less talking,
more typing.

Step away
from the computer.

I asked him if he could
locate Patterson.

He just helped
Patterson escape.

Your fingerprints
were on the vent.

Since when is it illegal
to touch a vent?

Rich.com,
you're under arrest

for aiding and abetting
a fugitive.

Oh, yeah, that--
that sounds illegal.

Okay, look, I don't know
what you think you know,

but just know that I would
never knowingly...

Tie up a deliveryman
and use his uniform

to smuggle out
a fugitive?

Leave your prints on the vent
she escaped through?

We know you helped
Patterson.

Just tell us
what you know,

or you're on
the next transfer van

back to prison.
(sighs)

She basically
held me hostage.

She put a gun to my head.

She said, "Either you
help me escape

"from this building,
or I help your brains

escape from their skull."

(exhales)
Oh, man!

It feels good
to get that off my chest.

Okay, you guys
want the truth?

Patterson's
in love with me.

We've been sleeping together
in the vents for months, okay?

She's a claustrophile.

It's a real thing.
You should look it up.

How are we
supposed to get her phone

when we don't have Rich
to hack it?

We do it the hard way--

break in her office
and steal it.

We can't just walk up to
the door and pick the lock.

I mean, even with
Rich's security virus

keeping electronic eyes
off of us,

how are we supposed to
avoid all the human eyes

in this place?

I think I might
have an idea.

My office, your office,
uh, the conference room.

You know
those revolving platforms

where we scan Jane's tattoos?

We had sex in there, too.

I find that the lasers
are surprisingly conducive

to a very satisfying--
All right.

(laughs)

Much as I enjoy
listening to you

burn the clock with
your little romance novel,

your partner in crime
is still out there,

so why don't we just try
a different approach?

You give up Patterson
and I'll release you,

free and clear,
with time served, today.

I'm sorry,
"free and clear"?

You mean, like, free
and clear free and clear?

Will you stay loyal
to a murderer

or help us bring her in
and buy your life back?

What's it gonna be, Rich?

Can't say that I ever thought
that I'd be doing this.

Hold that.

First Patterson,
now Rich.

(grunts)

She'll be coming
for us next.

I don't want to lose you.

And I don't want
to lose you.

So what else
did Roman say

this morning
on the phone?

I know you're not
telling me everything.

He said
that I have to kill Hirst.

Or what?

He'd make sure

that we never
see each other again.

Well, what is that?

A death threat?

Well, what else
did he tell you, Kurt?

We don't have time
for this right now.

We have to get that phone.

And you're sure
this is a good idea?

No, but it's all we got.

Gonna call Patterson.

This is your idea?

This morning, I was
falsely accused of a felony

and now we're committing
a real one?

All right.

What does he
want you to do?

Hi, this is
Special Agent Patterson.

I'd like to call in
a bomb threat.

There, as promised.

You give us Patterson

and you're just
a John Hancock away

from walking out that door.

All right,
I'll sweeten the deal.

I know you've been looking
for your ex-boyfriend Boston.

We know where he is.

You give up Patterson,
we'll tell you.

(Rich)
I don't have
a lot of friends.

I'm not gonna risk
losing the ones I have

over something
as superficial

and fleeting as complete
and total freedom.

Transfer this convict
to Rikers, gen pop.

I hear they're
real big fans

of people who work
with the FBI.

(Reade)
Are you serious?

All right,
I authorize it.

Authorize what?

(computer voice over PA)
This is a code purple.

Please evacuate
the building immediately.

Patterson called in
a bomb threat.

We have to evacuate
the building.

It's a bluff.

She's trying to distract us.

I'm gonna wait
in my office.

You said it yourself.
She's killed two agents.

We've already lost
one FBI director

in this building already.

I refuse to let that
happen again.

We gotta follow
the evacuation protocol

and let the bomb squad
do their thing.

This is a code purple.

Please evacuate
the building.

Excuse me.
Coming through.

(alarm blaring)

All right.
We got an IED.

Looks chemical.
Disarming now.

All right, I'm in.

(electronic feedback)

What was that?

We don't have time
to find out.

Bingo.

Hey, my phone's erased.

It's completely bricked.

Mine, too.

That door
must be magnetic.

She booby-trapped
this office,

so if we walk out with this,

it'll erase
all the evidence.

If she's careful enough
to set this up,

then she probably also...

This is a code purple.
Please evacuate...

Someone just
broke into my office.

The bomb's still active.
We can't stay.

Read me the handbook

when we arrest
who's in there.

Last wire.

(rapid beeping)

Get out, now!

It's a fake!

What are you doing?
She's gonna be here any second.

I'm gonna throw this phone
down the vent, all right?

So, do you want to
go around and grab it?

What about you?

Don't worry about me,
all right?

Just get the phone
to Patterson

and get out of here
before Hirst

grabs you, too,
all right?

I'll try to buy you
as much time as I can.

I won't let her win,
I promise.

(Agent Berger)
Hey, stop!

(Weller)
Whoa, whoa!
Agent Weller,

move out of
the way, sir.

Agent Weller,
you're under arrest.

Fine.

I'm gonna
put my weapon down, okay?

There you go.

Please.
I can't
let you do that.

Move out
of the way, sir.

Step out
of the way, sir!

Take him down, now!

Agent Weller, please move!

I'm not doing that.

Take him down!

(Taser zapping,
Weller groaning)

(ticking)
(Roman)
Time's almost up.

What's it gonna be,
Kurt?

Kill Hirst or... lose Jane?

I can't move.

Why can't I move?

Frankly, I--
I don't see the issue, heh.

Murder a bad person,
or lose the love of your life.

It seems like
a no-brainer to me.

I am not a murderer.

Well, one way
or another,

something's gotta die today.

Tick-tock.

Kurt, what did you do?

(crying)
I can't...

You'll never forgive me.

You're not a killer.

I know you.

You don't.

I'm so sorry.

You can make
all this go away

just with a squeeze
of the trigger.

I'd do it to you.

Hell, maybe I still will.

I am not you.

You sure about that?

(clock ticking)

Do it.

Do it!

Kurt, no!

(alarm clock rings)

This is not
how I pictured you

waking up next to me.

We know you and Jane
broke into my office

and stole my personal phone.
Where is she now?

Interrogating two accomplices
at the same time.

It's a great strategy.

I'm not letting
either of you

out of my sight.

There is not one person
in this building

that I can trust
right now,

except Assistant
Director Reade.

Wake up, Reade.

This woman isn't
who you think she is.

My eyes are wide open,
Kurt,

and I don't like
what I see.

I trusted you.
You still can.

She's pitting us
against each other.

Stop! Enough lies.

Assistant Director,

you know the suspect
better than I do.

Why don't you run point
on this one?

(phone chimes)

It's from
one of your lab techs.

She just texted,
"Your turf, her tech."

What the hell
does that mean?

My turf?

Does she mean my lab?

Wait, you still have access
to FBI computers?

Hirst didn't lock you out?

Oh, immediately,
which is why

you always
hide a spare key.

Unknown device,
heavily encrypted.

This is a phone.

Holy hell.

I think
this is Hirst's phone.

That's no lab tech.
That's one of us.

Now we just have to
upload it, crack it,

and see if there's
something we can use.

That's it? Yeah.
Total breeze.

(tires squeal)

(Blake)
I can't believe
you lost my bodyguard.

Oh, my God.

That was amazing!

You're amazing.

You say that
like this is goodbye,

but, uh, I've kind of
been staying here, remember?

Right. Well, then,
I guess it makes it

easier to ask you
to come upstairs.

(phone chiming)

You really want to
check that, don't you?

Yes. I'm so sorry.

What's wrong?

My father wants to
have dinner with me.

What? Right now?
Say no.

No, my father is--
is not--

Not someone
you say no to, right.

Well, I guess I have
a date with a cold shower.

Would you like to
have dinner with us?

With you and your dad?

Right. No,
I don't mean, like,

I don't--
I don't mean, like,

"Do you want
to meet my dad?"

I'm just saying, like,

do you want to eat
with us?

I mean, everyone
has to eat, right?

Sure, I'd love to.
(laughing)

Come on, you stupid
progress bar, progress.

Do you think Reade's okay?

I mean, he has to literally
stand next to the devil

and pretend to be
on her side.

You know we're all
in trouble, right?

I know, I'm worried
about all of us.

Then why are you just
asking about Rea--

Oh, my God.

You like him.
You like Reade.

Like, like like him.

Tasha, he has a girlfriend,
and it's Reade.

(beep)

The upload's finished.

Okay.
To be continued.

Look, I-- I get it.

They're your friends.
They were my friends, too.

Jane's your wife.

But it's over--
you're caught.

Why don't you just
save us all the trouble

and tell us where they are

and admit that
you've been undermining

these Jane Doe cases
from the very beginning.

Why don't you offer him
some of that complete

and total freedom
you were giving out?

(Reade)
Shut up, Rich!

Director Hirst's
personal phone

is missing from the desk
in her office.

Why did you and Jane
steal it?

I'm guessing to plant
false information on,

cover up their crimes
by framing me.

Not a bad plan,

except you got your hand
caught in the cookie jar.

Anything untoward
found on there now,

we'll know exactly

who put it there,
won't we?

You got it all
figured out, don't you?

Look, you and I both know
you were compromised

the minute Jane Doe
walked into our lives.

Whatever incorruptible
super-agent you once were,

I've watched
that integrity erode,

watched you
care more about Jane

and less about the badge
every single day.

Tell me I'm wrong.
You're wrong!

I've never disgraced
the badge that I wear... ever.

As for my feelings
about Jane,

that is my business.

This isn't gonna work.

You need to give me
something concrete,

something I can act on,
or it's over.

Do you understand me?

You search my desk.

Search my locker.

Turn this place upside-down.

You're not gonna
find anything,

'cause there's
nothing to find.

What about your place?

What are we gonna find
if we were to raid

the Weller-Doe residence
right now?

(chuckling)

Do you really think
that I'd be dumb enough

to have anything incriminating
in my own home?

Yeah, I do.

(Zapata)
How is it searching
so fast?

Decryption software

I've been developing
with Rich.

I will never
say this to his face,

but he's annoyingly good
at what he does.

(video game sound effects)
Who's playing Wizardville
right now?

"Serpent attack.
Retreat."

It's from Reade.

He's warning us
they're coming.

We have to go, now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
Look at this.

It's a hidden contact list.

Whoa. Kinga.

The company that made

Stuart's home
voice-controlled system.

This could be the person

that erased the recording
of his murder.

Does it say who it is?
I don't know.

I have to decrypt
the rest of the contact.

We have to go now.

We can't investigate this
from an FBI holding room.

And we can't investigate it
if we don't know

what it is, either-- this isn't
something I can do on my phone.

Patterson.
I will stay
and get the rest,

and I will try
to send it to you.

They're gonna be here
any minute.

Which is why you need
to get the hell out of here.

Use the fire escape. Go.

(keyboard clacking)

Come on.

(computer beeping)

Yes! Got it.

(banging on door,
man shouting)

(man)
We know you're in there!

Hands in the air!
Get on the ground!

FBI!

You're under arrest!

So, how does it feel,

knowing you're finished?

Apart from the myriad of laws
broken under this roof today,

we now know that
Agent Patterson killed Stuart.

That is a lie
and you know it.

And ordered the hit
on the man known as Van Gogh.

Although I also find
Agent Weller's proximity

to the shooting
highly suspicious.

This was you, all of it!

The raid on your apartment
uncovered hardware

that you've all been using
to obscure the truth

about Jane's new tattoos,
that Roman designed them

solely to expose corruption
within this team.

Meaning, we catch Jane,

we can put the Jane Doe
files to rest.

You know what?
You-- you are... not nice.

Where are Jane
and Zapata now?

We don't keep that kind of
data on our Kinga devices.

I want the recordings
by end of day.

(phone vibrates)

Recognize me?

(faint whirring)

Sam, can you hear me?

(phone vibrates)

Wherever you are,
yes, I can help you,

but I need your help, too.

Whatever it is these
people are looking for,

it obviously matters
to the woman they work for.

If you still have it,
we need it, please,

before she hurts you
or anyone else.

(phone vibrates)

"Bleach bottle."

Thanks, Sam.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey!

Stop!

(Jane grunts)

(Agent Berger)
Hey, stop!

(Agent Kim)
Hands!

(phone ringing)

Hello?
(Zapata)
Briana, it's Tasha.

I need you to do something.
We're a little busy
right now, Zapata.

I'm gonna have to
call you back.

Briana, just... listen to me.

I need you to
stay on the line

and access the intercom.

Briana, just do it.

This woman's
extremely dangerous.

If you feel threatened,
do not hesitate to shoot.

Jane Doe,
you are under arrest.

(PA system feedback)

(Stuart)
Director Hirst.

(Hirst)
Hi, Stuart.

What is that?

(Hirst)
May I come in?

(Stuart)
Of course.

Who's do--
Who's doing that?

(Hirst)
I was just having dinner...

Turn it off!

And... I got your text.

It sounded pretty important,
so I thought I'd just...

Turn it off.

(Stuart)
Whoa.

Cuff her!
No, let it play.

(Stuart)
This tattoo decoded
to a list of names--

every person that's ever
owned this one painting.

(Hirst)
Van Gogh's self-portrait.

(Stuart)
Yeah, and I remembered

when I ran into you
on 14th Street,

you were with a friend.

He said everyone
called him Van Gogh

because he was
missing an ear.

(Hirst)
I'm glad you came to me
about this.

(knife slices)

(thudding on PA)

(Hirst)
Yeah. I need
a clean-up crew...

and no more meets
on 14th Street.

Eleanor Hirst, you're
under arrest for conspiracy,

falsifying and
suppressing evidence,

and for the murder of
a federal agent. Cuff her.

(handcuffs snapping)

You seem pretty chill
for someone

whose entire life
just ended.

I haven't lost yet.

In fact, you're
about to walk me

right out
of this building.

Why the hell
would I do that?

(phone chimes)

You might want to
check that.

(Hirst)
They're not
gonna help you.

They're with me.

You'd better not hurt her.

If I'm not where I need
to be in 30 minutes,

Tasha's death is on you.

Hey, what'd you think
of the mask?

Pretty lifelike, huh?

Hey, thanks for
the assist back there.

Sure. Do you know where
Assistant Director Reade

is taking Hirst?
What do you mean?

I just saw him
taking her up

to the parking garage
with Berger and Kim

a few minutes ago.

Why the hell
would he do that?

(Hirst)
Cuff him to the pipe.

Don't worry,
Zapata's already en route

with my ticket out of here.

Soon as I'm gone,

she'll be released
to your custody.

Why not just kill me?
You got what you needed.

Because I don't kill people
I don't have to.

Besides...
I like you, Edgar.

Always have.

Check the perimeter.

You really think
you can disappear

with the entire FBI
looking for us?

I know a guy.

I believe you're
familiar with his work.

(Zapata)
If you want to disappear
from the face of the Earth,

apparently Rossi's
your guy.

Rossi.

You killed Stuart,
one of our own.

You took an oath--

fidelity, bravery,
integrity.

Those words didn't
mean anything to you?

I thought
I taught you better.

I'm playing
a larger game, Edgar...

and if you're smart,
you'll play, too.

Why would I ever
do that?

You're a realist.

The man I work for--
someone with real power--

could still use a realist
inside the FBI.

Want to know why
I think I'm still alive?

'Cause you're terrified.

You messed up
and just took yourself

out of this larger game,
and if you don't

find yourself a replacement,

this man you work for
is gonna use all that power

to wipe you right off
the face of the earth.

Who the hell
is this guy?

(Hirst)
Someone who doesn't
like to lose.

Dad, this is
my friend Tom Jakeman.

Tom, this is my father,
Hank Crawford.

So, this is the man
who's captured

my daughter's attention.

It's a pleasure
to meet you, son.

Believe me, sir,
the pleasure's mine.

All right, we got a lead
on Reade and Hirst?

No, and Zapata's
still MIA,

but we just got
a 911 call

from a driver reporting
a Latina woman

breaking out of a trunk
at a stoplight

and then getting
shoved back in

by a male driver
who sped off.

Description matches
what she was wearing today.

That guy better hope
Zapata dies in that trunk,

'cause it is not
gonna be fun for him
when she gets out again.

I'm not saying I want her
to die, of course-- please
don't tell her I said that.

Driver also got plates.
We're tracking the vehicle now.

We should find it soon.
All right, Jane and I
will start heading

in the direction
that call was made from.

Let us know when you've
got an exact location.

But no backup-- chances are,
Hirst is using Zapata

as leverage on Reade,
which means an exchange.

Let's move.

Thank you.

That's quite a story, Tom.

Is it?

Well, I think
it's beautiful...

a friendship
forged in war,

broken by death,
and then discovering

you're the sole heir
to his secret fortune.

All this money,
this gift,

this weight,
wanting to do right by it,

this hidden part of him
that you never knew.

I had a dog
when I was a boy,

a German Shepherd
named Gus.

Very loyal animals.

He used to watch us

when we'd swim
at our cabin.

If he thought
we'd gone out too far,

he'd swim out, get us,

put his jaws
right around our arm,

pull us back in to shore,
gentle as could be.

Wow, good dog.

The best.

And then, one day,

I was wrestling
with my brother,

and Gus attacked me.

Put his teeth
right through my wrist--

42 stitches.

They had to beat him
off me with a shovel.

No one knows anyone.

Not really.

I disagree.

I think most people

spend their entire lives
trying to be known.

It's just that most of us

never find anyone
who's capable of it.

But, if you're lucky,
you can find someone

who-- who sees you...
really sees you.

All right,
here's what I know.

Today, you put
my only child in danger.

You sped away
from a security detail

at 100 miles an hour,

risking her life,
to show off.

Now, why should I believe
a thing that you say?

I never asked you to.

I'm here for Blake,
not you,

and I didn't put
Blake's life

at risk today.

You did, when you hired

the man standing behind me
to protect her.

It took me, what? Three
seconds today to lose him?

Just like it'd take me
three seconds right now

to strip the Sig
in his jacket

and use the slide
to crush his windpipe.

If you want Blake
to feel safe,

hire someone who
will keep her that way.

Speeches are easy.

Follow-through,
it's the hard part.

So give your man a nod.

He'll do what he does,
and I'll do what I do.

The thing is,
I've already beaten him.

He knows it,
and I know it.

You're fired.

Come and work for me.

Help keep my daughter safe.

Just like that?

I think that might be
a conflict of interest.

I have feelings for Blake.

Okay. So, if you
already care about her,

why not get paid for it?

If you don't know,

I'm not sure
I can explain it.

Thanks for dinner.
I'll see you later?

People don't tend
to say no to me, son.

Well, this should be
good practice.

Looks like
your "disappearer"
up and disappeared.

Give up the guy
you work for.

We can protect you
from retaliation.

One realist to another,

you know this
is your best shot.

(approaching vehicle)

Nice try,
but my ride's here.

(Zapata grunting)

No...

No!
(gunfire)

(grunts)

(gunfire continues)

Game over.
You're out of moves.

(gun cocks)

(laughing)

(Zapata)
Now!

Uhh!

Thanks.

You, too.

Do it!

It's better than
what's coming for me.

And what is that?
Who do you work for?

You don't want to know!
You can't beat him!

He'll only bring pain
and suffering to all of you!

All the more reason
to take him down.

I'm already dead.
Just... pull the trigger.

The only way she goes down
now is with a bullet.

Eleanor Hirst,
you're under arrest.

(whimpering)
Yeah.

(handcuffs snapping)

No... no.

No!
Come on.

Can't believe you guys kept
this place a secret from me.

Sorry, Rich. Now that
Hirst is out of play,

we don't have to work
in secret anymore.

Man!
I can't believe you
rejected Hirst's deal,

the chance to find Boston.

Eh, she was bluffing.

Boston won't get found
until he wants to get found.

Or maybe you care
about this team

more than you
want to admit.

Maybe. Besides,
uh, selling you out

destroys any chance
of a six-way, so...

See? That is why you don't
know about this place.

We'll start.
Everybody else...

Shut up and start
helping us pack.

(Reade)
Hey, Kurt,
I want to apologize

about what I said back
in the interrogation.

You did what you had to do
to protect your cover.

Besides, it must have
felt kind of good, huh?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

(both chuckle)

(Zapata)
What's wrong?

We won, remember?

We thought Hirst was
the king on the chessboard.

Turns out she's
just another piece.

Roman's game isn't over,
and here I am,

I just arrested my mentor,

the woman
that got me this job.

You got you this job.

And even if
she did help,

you decide what
to do next, right?

Care for some company?

Sure.

So, dinner with your dad
didn't exactly go to plan.

No, I like that you
stood up to him.

No one does that,
not even me.

But I wish you would
reconsider his offer.

You said it yourself,

you're looking
for purpose, right?

Being your bodyguard

wasn't exactly
what I had in mind.

But this would just
be a way in,

and I know
how smart you are

and how passionate,

and I can tell
my father respects you,

even if he
doesn't like you yet.

I promise you, if you're
looking for meaning,

you can find it here.

Besides...
would guarding my body

really be so horrible?

I could think of
worse things.

All right, I'm in.

(phone ringing)

Uck.

Hello?

It's Roman.

Give me the phone.

What do you want?

He wants to talk to you.

(Roman)
It sounds like you had
quite the day, Kurt.

Although I couldn't help
noticing Hirst is still alive.

Roman, I--

Relax. I've decided
not to tell Jane after all.

You and I have more work
to do, so congratulations.

You're off the hook...

for now.

(dial tone)

What did he want?

To congratulate us
on taking down Hirst.

That's it?

Yeah.

Okay.

Wait.

There's something
that I have to tell you.

I know you've been
wrestling...

whether to look
for your daughter or not,

and I haven't been
very useful in

helping you
make that decision.

Look, I understand.

No, you don't.

The truth is, Jane,

I don't want you
to look for her

because I know
you won't find her.

How do you know that?

Because I...

I killed your daughter.

**

(man)
Greg, move your head.