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(distant chatter)

But, how?
Mr. Saya, how did you--

Akol, don't worry about that.
I've taken care of everything.

And we can work?
Yes.

A good friend of mine has
arranged jobs for each of you.

Use the skills
that you were taught.

Do what you're told,

and you'll all accomplish
great things in America.

Thank you, Mr. Saya.

Thank you for...
for giving us this chance.

I didn't
give you anything.

You earned it.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

We are going
to New York City!

(laughter)

Akol Salih?

Yes?

Do I know you?

No, but I know you.

You and Jaden and Winny
are from the Sudan.

You've lived in this refugee
camp for most of your lives.

And you are
in grave danger.

I think you should go.

Mr. Saya
will be back soon.

Mr. Saya is a liar.

The men he works for are
terrible people

who do terrible things.

They want to hurt you
and everyone in this camp.

Who are you?

Look at the jobs Mr. Saya's
friend gives you.

Look at what
he asks you to do.

You'll see I'm telling
the truth, and when you do,

call this number.

Megan Butani?
Who is she?

A journalist.

She's going to save
your lives.

**

Make a choice.
You can't have both.

I don't want either, Meg,
I hate coffee,

and I really
gotta get to work.

What if I told you one
of these coffees costs $18?

Then I'd tell you there
better be $16 in change
in one of those cups.

I know!
But people are buying it.

And that is why
I'm writing the article.

(phone vibrating)

All good?

Yeah, just some guy
who keeps calling me.

Some guy keeps
calling you?

A source.

A refugee from the Sudan
wants me to tell his story.

I'm gonna refer
him to a friend.

Oh, 'cause... who needs
a Pulitzer anyway?

I told you,
I don't want to be

the immigrant reporter who
only does immigrant stories.

Do you even know
what his story is?

He won't say
on the phone.

His last message said him
and his brother and sister

are refugees at Camp Iko?

Camp Iko?

In Kenya?
Yeah.

I mean, the whole thing
seems sketchy.

He keeps saying
he wants to meet.

Maybe we should hear him out.
I'll-- I'll take you.

Why are you being weird?

I thought you were
going to work.

Camp Iko might be related
to an ongoing FBI case.

Which case?

It's about those tattoos,
isn't it?

The ones you can't
tell me about?

You're not even supposed
to know those tattoos exist.

I just think we should
go and hear him out.

Fine.
I'll call him back.

But you still owe
me a taste test.

Hey, it's me, um...

I'm just leaving
you another message.

I'm leaving.

(Weller)
Take all the time
that you need.

When you're ready, we can--
No.

I am leaving you.

I should be the one
staying at a hotel.

Not you.

So, please...
just-- just come home.

I love you.

Hi.

How are you?

Hi.

Mm...

(kissing sounds)

I missed you.

How was Morocco?

It was, uh, interesting.

It was hot.
Where's Hank?

Oh, my father had to fly
to Zurich unexpectedly.

You didn't think
to tell me that?

Yeah, like I said,
it was unexpected.

I'm your dad's
VP of Operations.

What the hell
am I even doing here

if he's not going to
the Relief Fund luncheon?

Don't worry about him.
He didn't get much
sleep on the plane.

Yeah, I can see that.

I will be filling in
for my father at the luncheon.

And I'll need a date.

All right,
when should I pick you up?

You're more than welcome
to tag along with me and Tom.

Sorry, what--
what is this luncheon?

It's a couple hundred
socialites

getting day drunk...
hopefully opening
their wallets.

And don't forget
the shameless self-promotion

and press coverage.

Tom, I assume you'll want
a new suit for the pictures.

So, I had our London tailor
sent up to our room.

Uh... actually,

I think I might give it a miss
this time, if you don't mind.

I'm feeling a big
jet-lagged myself.

Well, we won't stay long.

I just have to kiss some cheeks
and pose for some photos.

Yeah, sorry,
I... I can't.

Why not?

The crowd...
and the cameras.

The flashes can be, uh...

The flashes can be what?

(Victor)
Triggers.

Isn't that right TJ?
For your PTSD?

I keep forgetting your
guy here is shell-shocked.

It's very sad.

Right.

No, I-- I didn't realize
it was so pronounced.

I apologize if I've
been insensitive.

Excuse me,
I should get ready.

Hey.

Are you getting my messages?

I have
everything I need.

Okay.

If you want
anything, Jane...

I have everything
that I need.

(computer beeping)

Hey...

So, Reade called,
he's gonna be late.

He's looking into a tattoo.
Which one?

Well, oddly enough--

Why was he looking
into that alone?

I was... just about
to get to that.

We can do all the questions
first if we want,

and then I can...
We're good, just go.

Yeah, so, remember
the Semaphore Signal tattoo?

It's the one with
the three figures

holding the spears
and shields?

Black, red and green.
The colors of the Kenyan flag.

Right, so we knew that
the spears and shields

decoded to the letters I-K-O,

which seemed to be pointing us
to... Camp Iko.

(Weller)
The refugee camp.

Yeah, except we couldn't
find anything.

200,000 refugees
live in that camp.

And anything that
seemed like anything

kept coming up a dead end.
Until now.

A Sudanese refugee from
the camp just called Meg.

Meg who?
Reade's girlfriend.

She's a journalist.
They live together.
Why?

Not everybody waits
until marriage to move in
with their partners.

No, I mean, why did a Sudanese
refugee from Camp Iko call her?

That's what Reade
went to find out.

Akol Salih, arrived in New York
with his siblings

Winny and Jaden last month.

Where's Reade now?

He and Meg are getting coffee
with them near Union Square.

Why would Roman steer these
refugees to Meg and not us?

I don't like this,
something feels off.

(Akol)
We saw the Statue of Liberty
as we arrived.

It was... beyond words.

(Megan)
I must say that
your words are pretty good.

Your English is much better
than mine was when I got here.

I fear my brother's
and sister's is worse.

I read everything
in the camp library.

It helped me improve.

(Megan)
Is that how you got my name?

From an old article
I wrote or something?

No, a man gave me this.

Describe this man.

Ed...
No, please.

Describe him,
was he a white man?

Beard? Kind of tall?
Really intense?

Yes! That's him!

Are you friends?

No, we're not.
Excuse me.

I have to make
a phone call.

Babe, do you
have a signal?

Well, I did a minute ago.

So did I.

Oh, no... they found us.

(alarm whooping)

FBI! Ladies and gentlemen,
I need you to get up

and make your way
to the exits.

Stay calm and make your
way towards the exit!

Let's go, move!

What's happening?

We're under attack.

**

Guys, go that way
to that exit.

(alarm whooping)

(gunfire)

(crowd screaming)

(Weller)
So, what else do we know
about Akol and his siblings?

We know they got
preferential treatment.

Refugees lucky enough
to get resettled have

a wait time of three years while
they undergo extreme vetting.

Jaden, Akol, and Winny's
paperwork

got approved
in only six months.

Well, who sponsored
their application?

A non-governmental
organization

that works in Camp Iko
called One World Alliance.

But it only exists on paper.

The board members,
the Executive Director,

all fake except
this guy: John Saya.

(distant alarm whooping)

(Megan)
We need to call the police.

We can't call anyone right now.
We have no signal.

Emergency lines
always stay open!

Not if they're jammed.

Akol, did you know
any of the men with guns?

Only one.
His name is Derek.

He's a friend of Mr. Saya's.

He wants to make it look
like we hurt people.

What do you mean, hurt people?
And who is Mr. Saya?

John Saya's a private military
contractor turned N.G.O. advisor

who sponsors refugees.

Yeah, uh, even as I say it,
it doesn't even makes any sense.

But his N.G.O. received
several contracts

to work in refugee camps
worldwide.

Who gave him the contracts?
(Zapata)
The host countries.

Most don't have the resources
for day-to-day operations

so they outsource.

Contractors see dollar signs
and they come running.

There's a ton of money in
the refugee and aid industry.

It really shouldn't
be an industry.

Well, it is,
and it is worth billions.

(distant alarm continues)

All right,
come on, come on.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

(quietly)
Okay, barricade the door.

Don't let anyone in here
unless it's me, all right?

Wait, wait,
where are you going?

To find a landline
and call for help.

There are three guys
with guns out there.

I know, but I'm not
the target, they are.

Just stay here
and keep them safe.

I'll be back, all right?
I love you.

(whispers)
I love you, too.

(distant alarm continues)

So, nobody's checking up on
the contractors in these camps?

They tried to, but these
camps are the size of cities

with none of
the infrastructure.

(phone vibrating)

Is that Reade?

Um... no, it's, uh--
I should take this.

Hey.
Hey?

That's all I get?

I mean, after everything
we've been through,

I was hoping for
at least a "what's up".

What's up?

I got your message.

Hey, Clem, it's Jane.

18 years ago, I gave up
my daughter for adoption.

I thought if anyone could track
her down, it would be you.

I gotta say I was surprised
to learn you had a daughter.

Though it sounds
like you were, too.

I did some digging,
I found something.

Six months ago,
Avery was in Berlin.

After that, the trail kinda--
Uh, Clem, uh...

I'm sorry, I should have
called you sooner, but, uh...

Avery's dead.

Where are you?

New York.

Cab driver's gonna need
something more specific.

Wait, you're here?
I got in last night.

I thought we'd have better luck
finding Avery together, but--

I'm sorry you
came all this way.
I'm not.

Where are you?
I'm coming to you.

No, okay? I can't, I'm sorry.

We can't get a hold
of Reade.

There's a fire alarm going off
at his location and shots fired.

(Weller)
It's five minutes away,
so let's move.

(alarm continues)

(disconnect signal beeping)

(gunfire)

Uhh!

(alarm whooping,
crowd screaming)

Keep going, keep going!

(alarm continues)

(door opens)

You okay?
Is anyone injured?

No... no.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.

What part of "stay here"
didn't you understand?

We heard gunshots.

And then I thought
that you were--

Look, I just need to find
you guys a hiding spot, okay?

Follow me and stay close.

(alarm continues)

(Weller)
Clear!

(Zapata)
Clear!

You again.
This is my job.

(Clem)
It's mine, too.

I was here first.

If by first
you mean second.

What, you didn't
think it was odd

that there were
no guards to stop you?

I took out four guards.

Yeah, four out of ten...
You're welcome.

You, too, Larry.

I see you're still rubbing
the locals the wrong way.

You know this guy?

Yeah, I've rescued him
three times already.

One more and the next
one's free.

I'll split him with you, 50/50.

You want the top half
or the bottom?

All right, fine, split's
gotta be three ways, though.

I got a guy outside,
he can drive us outta here.

(loud crack, Jane grunts)

Your guy ain't
interested in no three-way.

Dwire, what the hell, man?
She's one of us, you dumb son--

(loud crack)
Uhh!

There sure as hell
ain't no "us."

Clear!

Come on, guys.

(Weller)
Everyone okay?

Yeah, you get a shooter?

One.
How many are there?

Three, I put one down
back there.

That still
leaves one active.

Where the hell is he?

The FBI just showed up
and took the refugees.

Do we cancel the op?

No, we move it up.

Activate Bravo squad.

The attack happens today.

Akol, this is
Special Agent Weller.

Uh...

Why don't we start
by telling him

what you told Megan
and I at the coffee shop.

Per our
Sixth Amendment rights,

we request to have
counsel present.

Akol, you don't need to--

You, your brother, and your
sister aren't in any trouble.

But you are very
new to this country.

Now, three gunmen
just tried to kill you.

So, we need to know why.

Per our
Sixth Amendment rights,

we request to have
counsel present.

Okay.

They want a lawyer.

Akol had his
Sixth Amendment rights

written on
Meg's business card.

Roman must've coached
him on what to say.

No, I did.
What? When?

On the way here.

I-- I am not trying
to be difficult.

But they are new to this country
and in FBI custody,

and they have the right
to an attorney.

They were just attacked.
I know, so was I.

But given their status,
they need to be very careful.

I-- I understand
you're trying to help.

So are we.

The people who just attacked
Akol and his siblings,

they could do it again.

Or they could be planning
for something bigger.

We are just trying
to do our job.

And I am trying
to protect my source.

He called us.
No, he called me.

(Jane)
She's right.
I've been there before.

Sitting in that room,
at that table, afraid.

Not knowing what was happening,
what my rights were.

I wish I had had someone
looking out for me.

With that said,
someone wants them dead.

So, if you are really trying
to protect your sources,

convince them to cooperate
before it's too late.

(knock at door)

Yeah, almost ready.

Just because
you look amazing,

doesn't mean
you're off the hook.

You walk out when
I tell you I have PTSD,

and I'm the one on the hook?

Oh, no, you didn't tell me.
Victor did.

And I walked out because
you're lying to me.

No, I'm not.

We met at a charity function.

A huge crowd
with lots of cameras.

I didn't see you shaking
in the corner then.

Different situations can--
You're still lying to me.

I can see it in your eyes,
and don't tell me that's PTSD.

I was crawling out of my skin
the night we met.

And the only reason I forced
myself there was to get rid

of some of the money
my dead best friend left me

so I could stop carrying it
like a weight around my neck.

And the only reason I wasn't
shaking in the corner...

was you.

You keep me steady like
no one I've ever met.

So, what aren't
you telling me, Tom?

That I love you.

You don't believe me?

Look me in the eye
and tell me I'm lying.

You love me?

Yeah.

You know what it feels like
to be let down again and again

by the people who are
supposed to care about you?

Yes.
You suck it up, Tom.

You suck it up for the people
you love, and you show up.

I did.
You don't get to say no

because you
don't feel like it,

because it's not
convenient for you.

I'm not, I'm right here.

(glass shatters on floor)

(Jane)
Is Akol talking yet?

Yeah, uh, thanks to Meg.

She has everyone set up
in the conference room.

He said he'd tell us everything
as long as she was with him.

Is Reade losing his mind?

Yeah...
(laughing)

How are you and Weller?

Not good.

I still love him, but, uh...

I just don't know if I'll
ever be able to forgive him.

You gonna run away again?

No.

Good.

'Cause he's not the only one
who would miss you.

Don't go back
to that hotel room.

Stay at my place.

I promise I won't make
you talk about your feelings.

I hate feelings,
we can just drink.

The hotel is fine... really.

But if you change your mind,
the mini-bar's always open.

(Jane grunting)

Tell your buddy Dwire

this is seriously
going to affect his cut.

Yeah, well...
Dwire's not my buddy.

I just use him sometimes
'cause he's cheap and available.

Think I'm starting
to see why.

Such high standards
you have.

So what's your story?

You running an op
in Paris alone?

Nobody watching your back?
You're right.

Maybe I should
just hire someone

to shoot me and steal
all my money.

All right,
what's the plan?

Well, first of all, we gotta
get out of these zip-ties.

And into something
more comfortable?

I like the way you think.

Are you gonna flirt or are you
gonna help me break these?

Why can't I do both?

All right, count of three?

One, two, three!

(grunts)

All right.

One, two, three.

(grunts)

Ah, well, see ya.

Hey, you got a name?

What, for the next time
we get zip-tied together?

How 'bout the next time
I need a partner?

It looks like I need
a new one, and, I don't know,

something tells me
we'd make a good team.

(sighs)

Jane.

Clem. And, uh, I wasn't
the only one flirting.

You just do it different.
It's more subtle.

Maybe I just don't
like you as much.

Mm...

(chuckles softly)

We met Mr. Saya in Camp Iko

after it was attacked
by a militia.

He taught us how
to protect ourselves

and other skills to help us
get jobs when we left camp.

And then he sponsored you
and got you jobs here?

Yes, delivery jobs
with his friend Derek,

who owns a courier service.

The man who tried
to kill you?

You said that
you think Derek

wants to make it look
like you hurt people.

Why do you think that?

Because of what happened
to Osman in Germany.

Osman Baris?
The church bomber?

Osman was not a bomber.

That's just
what the news said!

We grew up with him.
He would never hurt anyone.

The news said Osman tried
to escape in a van.

And when he couldn't,
he blew himself up,

along with two accomplices.

I don't believe it.

Mr. Saya sent
all of them to Germany.

Just like he sent you here.

So, you think Saya
and Derek did the bombings

and then made it look like
your friends did it?

That's why I called you.

I think they want
to do the same to us.

What makes you think that?

Because of these.

(Patterson)
The circled items
on Akol's receipts

are the exact same things used
in the German church bomb,

right down to the shrapnel.

(Weller)
Akol said Derek made him
drive the van around

and purchase
all of those items.

To build a paper trail,
get him on CCTV camera

in the attack vehicle.

He also said
he followed Derek

and saw him meeting
with Saya, yesterday.

Well, there's no record
of Saya leaving Kenya.

So, if he's here, he's using
forged travel documents.

(Weller)
Why risk coming here himself?

Because he's 89 Delta.

Look, Saya's Military
Occupational Skill

is Explosive Ordinance
Specialist.

He's the bomb maker.

So now we know his M.O.

One bomb for the target,
one bomb for the scapegoats.

But why is Saya planning
these attacks at all?

To drum up public fear.

It closes borders and
slows relocation efforts.

And it keeps refugees
in the camps.

Right, but it's not like there's
been a shortage of refugees.

The camps are already
an endless revenue stream.

What if it's not
about revenue?

What if Roman's pointing us
to something bigger?

Well, if he is, we don't
know what that is yet.

And Derek
is still out there,

which means Saya knows
we're onto him.

But as long as we keep
the refugees safe,

his attack can't move forward--
there'd be nobody to pin it on.

We still have to figure out
what the target is.

Akol gave us a list of places
they delivered items to.

Hotels, airports, malls.

I've been digging into Saya
through his One World
Alliance N.G.O.

He fast-tracked another group
of refugees.

Three men from a camp
in Thailand.

Where did they land?

Here in New York, two days
after Akol and his siblings.

Saya's got a backup team.

(Weller)
And if we don't find them,

they're about to be
killed in the attack.

Along with God knows
how many more people.

You got a minute?

Kinda...

I'm trying to locate
the second group of refugees,

but the computer's doing
most of the heavy lifting.

What's up?
It's about Jane's daughter.

Oh, yeah, um...

I would love to be
left out of that.

She's mourning the loss of
someone she never even met.

I couldn't find
much about her online

except a couple of photos.

So, I was hoping you could
dig a little deeper.

Just find something to give her
some sort of closure.

That's a terrible idea.

I don't know
what else to do.

I don't think there's
anything you can do.

I know this isn't what
you wanna hear, but...

I think you should
leave Jane alone.

Not forever.
Just for now.

(computer beeps)

(Weller)
What is it?

We found the second
group of refugees.

I have got
more questions for Akol.

You can't just
throw me out.

I'm not throwing you out.

You are literally
throwing me out.

Patterson found something.

We're gonna
be discussing details

that I can't share with
a journalist, so...

agents are waiting for you.
What, in case
I refuse to leave?

No, in case someone tries
to shoot at you again.

Okay? I've assigned you
a protective detail

to keep you safe
as a precaution.

At home.

Akol said that he would call me
as soon as he is done here.

You can't stop me
from talking to him.

I want you to tell his story,
so tell it... from home.

Well, all right, then.

I'm just trying
to do my job.

You were great today.
So were you.

Taking control,
darting around...

Well, I wasn't darting.
I was being tactical.

Mm-hmm...

You wanna get
tactical later?

Oh, yes, you know I do,
but again, at home.

(elevator dings)

Bye.
Bye.

Oh, uh, sorry, heh.

That was a work kiss,
it's cool.

Bye, Tasha.
Let's get together again

when no one is trying
to kill anyone.

Yes, sounds good.

Meg seems
to be doing okay.

I thought she'd be
a little shaken up.

Actually, I think it
might have fired her up.

She's very passionate.
One of the reasons
why I love her.

Wow...
(chuckling)

I think that's the first time
I've heard you say the "L" word.

It's, uh, kinda weird.
(chuckling)

It'd be weird if I didn't say
it, Tasha, we live together.

(knock on door)

Yeah, just,
just one more minute!

That's the fourth
time they've knocked.

Yeah, I should probably
get down there

and give my father's speech.

Okay, well, I'll be the guy
hiding from all the cameras

and people...
shaking in the corner.

Oh, no, we can't go down there
together looking like this.

This is--
this is not the story

that I want them
to write about this event.

I think you look beautiful.
Yeah? Well...

You look like you just had sex
in the green room, um...

Okay, you're off the hook.

You sure?
Yeah.

No, I'm good, I'll just,
I'll just throw my hair

in a bun and head down.

I mean, I can do these
things on autopilot.

Just go find Vic.

He hates our
Relief Fund events, too,

and he'll be hiding
at the bar.

Go find Vic? Thought you
said I was off the hook.

Just try not get
into too much trouble.

He likes to party.

What's the story
with you two anyway?

Me and Vic?

Oh, we've just--

I mean, we've known
each other for a long time.

He started from the bottom,
worked his way up.

Earned my father's trust,
and now he's like a son.

And a brother?

Well, I don't know
if I would go that far.

But he's very
protective of me.

And... threatened by you.

But I'd like you to be
friends, if only because

he's not an enemy
that you wanna have.

So keep him close
or... keep him closer.

Good advice.

(Patterson)
When Saya framed Osman

for the German church bombing,

police found all kinds of
evidence in his apartment.

Planted evidence.

So we're looking
for an apartment.

No, I found the apartment.
How?

Well, people think you can't get
a credit card without a Social.

But fun tip, you can get
a gas station credit card
with almost zero personal--

She ran the Thai refugees' names
through the credit bureaus,

and she found gas station cards
and a billing address.

We sent a team.

There's no sign
of the refugees.

But the whole place is
littered with planted evidence.

Our agents are sending me photos
as they go through it, so...

All right, laptops,
bomb-making materials,

screws, nails,
ball bearings...

Saya's making the case
against them a slam dunk.

Yeah, why dig deeper
when all the answers are
right in front of you?

So if the evidence
has already been planted,

that means the refugees
aren't coming back.

No, they're in a van
waiting to be blown up.

This attack is
happening right now.

(tablet chirps)

Hang on, look at this.

A floor plan off
one of the laptops.

The Sloan Hotel.
That's gotta be the target.

Call NYPD, evacuate the hotel.
Let's move.

(Craig Craig's
"In the Air" playing)

* With a load of moola

* I'm going for broke

* But I never lose my...

**

(beep)

Hang tight, guys.

* I got the money headed
to the turnpike with it *

(turns volume up)

* They'll never do it
like I did it *

I'll be right back.

* Come on, if you a boss

**

* Just throw it in the air,
just throw it in the air *

* Just throw it in
the air... *

(traffic noise)

The FBI's at the apartment.

They're catching up
faster than expected.

Doesn't matter.
Package was dropped.

First bomb goes off
in 17 minutes.

As soon as it does,
I turn the van

and everything in
a 200-foot radius to dust.

(car alarm chirps)

* Make it fly

* Just throw it
in the air *

* Just throw it in the--
throw it in the air *

* Just throw it in the air,
in the air... *

(woman on PA)
This is an emergency
evacuation.

Proceed to the nearest exit.

Patterson, we're at the hotel.
Where's the bomb squad?

(Patterson)
En route now.
I had all the rooms unlocked.

The NYPD's clearing the top
floors, working their way down.

I'm ripping
through CCTV footage,

looking for any
suspicious deliveries.

Any sign of our targets
or the second refugee group?

Not yet. The hotel's sold out
for the tech conference.

Vendors in white vans have
been showing up all day.

Okay, let's split up.

We got one bomb in the van
and one in the hotel.

Okay, I've got the hotel.
I got the hotel.

Okay, guess we get the van.

This is an emergency
evacuation.

So many white delivery vans.

Where are you,
where are you?

(Weller)
We're almost
at the conference room.

What are we looking for?
I don't know yet.

(screen chirps)
Wait, I've got it.

I just found footage
of one of the refugees

rolling in a black suitcase
earlier today.

He dropped it in the lobby,
so check the luggage room.

(Jane)
We're on our way!

Excuse me,
coming through.

**

(Jane)
What does the suitcase
look like?

Uh, it's big and black.

It's a hardtop
with wheels and a handle.

This is not very helpful.

Okay, we're gonna
have to check 'em all.

(Jane grunting)

Wait, uh, it's got a...

pink airport tag on it.

A lost luggage sticker.

(Patterson)
Reade, I tracked the van
using traffic cams.

Plate number: DK0-34M8.

White panel van.
No rear windows.

It's parked on the street
around the block.

On our way.

(mutters)

(shouting in native language)

(shouting)

Jane.

Okay, Patterson,
we found the bomb.

The shrapnel
is not inside it.

It's surrounding it.

Okay, we're gonna
have to dig it out.

(Patterson)
Okay, just remember

that Saya is a pro trying
to look like an amateur.

So it won't be a high-tech
device, which means

it's probably
extremely unstable.

Okay, what exactly
do you want us to do?

Just try not to disturb
the body of the bomb.

(Jane)
Okay, whoa-whoa,
stop-stop-stop-stop.

The components on this side
are coming loose.

Okay.
I'll hold the bomb together.

Okay.

You move
some of that shrapnel,

so we can lift it out.

Okay.

(grunting)

Here we go.

(Patterson)
Do you have it out yet?

Yeah, uh, it's crude.

Digital face,
batteries, wires...

I don't see a det cord anywhere.
It must be hidden inside.

Damn it!
We're gonna need a robot.

Bomb Squad's two minutes out.

Okay, well, we have
46 seconds.
Okay...

Then all we can do is minimize
casualties, give me a sec.

Patterson, the bomb
is in my hands.

Is this room secure enough that
we can detonate it in here?

Nope, that's
a load-bearing wall.

The whole building
will come down, uh...

Not the mechanical room,
not the laundry room...

(Jane)
Patterson?

(Patterson)
Can you get it
to the kitchen?!

(Weller)
Yes! If you tell
us where it is!

Head through the lobby and take
a left at the stairs.

Stop! Stop!
Get out of here!

(Zapata)
I got the van.

I got Saya!

Take your next left,

and then right, then
straight down the hall.

There should be an industrial
freezer in the kitchen.

It should act like a bomb
containment chamber.

Just, you know, colder.

**

(Reade)
Saya's got the detonator.

It's okay!
It's okay, we're here to help.

They're locked
inside with the bomb.

Back! I need you
to get back!

(beep)

Uhh!

Go! I got 'em!
The refugees are secure!

So's the detonator.

Are you guys gonna make it?

We've got 15 seconds!

**

(Patterson)
Hurry!

Jane, we got three seconds!

Tell me you're
in the kitchen.

(both coughing)

(Jane panting)

Hey.
Are you okay?

Yeah... you?

(alarm beeping)

Thanks for not shooting me
and stealing my money.

Well, the night's
not over yet.

There's a lot of money
on that bed.

That's just in six months.

Imagine what a couple years
would look like.

What's with the storm cloud?

Uh... nothing.

I-- I just, um...

I missed being
a part of a team.

A team or one particular?

Stop running,
stop being alone.

Start being here,
right here.

You're allowed
to be happy, Jane.

Well...

Can't blame a guy
for tryin'.

(alarm beeping)

(Jane grunts)

Port Authority
just arrested Derek at JFK.

He and Saya both lawyered up,
they're not talking.

Any idea why Roman picked
Meg in the first place?

Wish I knew.

Any time he's gotten this
personal,

it's been to expose
one of our secrets.

And why did Roman wanna help
the refugees in the first place?

How does that connect
to the bigger picture?

Well, there is a connection.
It's just not illegal.

So, several
of Crawford's companies

hold contracts
inside refugee camps.

And he's made huge donations to
all of them, including Camp Iko.

Something tells me he's after
more than just a tax break.

But what it?
What's his endgame?

(Roman chuckles)

Come on, man, I thought you
were getting the bill.

Night's young, TJ,
night's young.

Most people buy the expensive
stuff 'cause they don't realize

the expensive stuff is
made for American tourists.

This here, it's the real deal.

People just get distracted
with fancy things.

Oh, I see.

We're not talking
about vodka.

You pissed I told her
about the PTSD?

Wasn't exactly
yours to tell.

Guess Blake was pretty lucky

that you happened to be in
Barcelona when she got mugged.

Right place,
right time, huh?

(phone vibrating)

Excuse me.

Yeah?

Wire the money
to his lawyer

and don't ever call me
on this number again.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

Just a little setback
in New York is all.

Why'd you set me up
in Morocco?

No idea what
you're talking about.

You gave me Crawford's coin,
the one that's gonna help

close a $30 billion deal,
and then you hired

a couple of guys
to steal it from me.

So you could tell Crawford
I lost it

and look like a hero
when you got it back.

I feel like you kinda just
answered your own question.

It was a good plan.

You just hired
the wrong guys.

I mean, if you wanna do
something right, you gotta...

(both)
...do it yourself.

So, what do you wanna do?

Just forgive and forget?
Not really.

Me neither.

You should have
killed me.

I still might.

(chuckles softly)

Yeah?

(chuckling)

See you tomorrow.

Not if I see you first.

Run his prints.

I wanna know who
Tom Jakeman really is.

(rattling)

(zipping)

Just like that, huh?

I wish I could stay.

Then stay.

I can't.

You're a great guy.

But I already have
a great guy.

Then where is he?

You really love him?

I really do.

But...

I'm gonna miss you.

(Megan)
It's madness.

Refugees are the most
highly vetted immigrants

entering the United States.

You gonna let me read it

or are you gonna keep
dishing out spoilers?

Saya makes them
look dangerous.

Makes it seem like
the vetting doesn't work,

which means the refugees
go back to the camps.

Which means more money
for people like him.

Sorry...
Just skip to the end.

They're letting Akol stay.

They're letting
them all stay.

You should have heard the joy
in his voice, it was...

Beyond words.

I could make this story into
a whole investigative series.

Of course, I'll have to sideline
my exposé on expensive coffee.

Oh, well, there
goes your Pulitzer.

(phone vibrates)

What's wrong?

It's my editor.

She wants to put my story
on the front page.

That... that's amazing.
That's great, right?

It's a lot of attention.

Oh, babe, no...

No one knows anything.

It'll be okay.

Hm.

(sighs)

I don't know
why I'm here.

You don't need a reason.

I got your text.
What's up?

Remember when I told you
it was a terrible idea

to go digging into Avery

and that you should leave
Jane alone and do nothing?

Yeah, rings
a vague bell.

Well, I did not listen
to my own advice.

I took the dates
you were in Berlin,

and I wanted to widen
the scope,

just out of curiosity.

Here.

That's the hotel
where I met Avery.

Yeah, this is you and Avery
on the day you met.

And this...
is on the day before.

She's meeting
with someone.

And if I had to guess,

there is a stack of cash
in that envelope.

Can you get
a different angle?

I was about to do that
when you walked in.

Let me see if I can
pull up the time code

and get into another camera.

Oh, my God, is that...

It's Roman.

Wait, does that mean--

It means that he set me up.

**

**

(man)
Greg, move your head.