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Previously on Blindspot...

She can't remember who she is,
where she came from, nothing,

before she crawled out of that bag
in Times Square.

- Do you recognize her?
- No.

Then why is your name
tattooed on her back?

All of her tattoos
are brand new.

It's a treasure map.

If that girl has information
about Daylight on her body,

then we are in very serious trouble.

When I was 10, my next door neighbor
went missing.

You think I'm Taylor?

I've been looking
for you my whole life.

If Jane Doe is Taylor Shaw
then Dad is innocent.

You spent 25 years

convinced Dad committed a murder
that never even happened.

The idea of having her armed
and out in the field makes me nervous.

Think about what she's going through.
How's she supposed to focus?

Your DNA tests confirmed
that she's Taylor Shaw.

The DNA results
directly contradict the isotope test.

Is she Taylor Shaw or not?

Taxi!

- Where to?
- Manhattan.

Empire State Building, please.

From out of town?

Yes. Sir, can we go, please?

What is going on? Let me out!

Open the door!

Oh, my God, I can't believe it.

It's you. It's, like...

It's, like, really you. Come on in.
Come on in.

Okay.

Oh, my God. You are, like, so pretty.
Come here.

Sorry, that's dinner. Um... Excuse me.

Sawyer, dinnertime!

- Smells good.
- No.

It doesn't.

- No, it doesn't.
- No.

- Do you want a drink?
- Okay.

And there was little Kurt, nine years old,

covered in mud.

I mean, literally
covered, under his fingers...

Really? It's not that funny.

It's disgusting.

And then Dad comes out

and he says,
"Excuse me, are you in trouble?"

And Kurt jumps out of the ditch,
looks at him and then falls right back

and says, "I guess I am now."

Thank you for telling that very funny
and very flattering story.

- Oh, come on, it was cute.
- Oh, where is your dad?

I'd love to meet him.

We don't talk much anymore.

- Who are you?
- Uh, Sawyer, this is Taylor.

Um...

We were all friends
when we were little kids like you.

And, um, well, she was gone a long time,
but now she's back.

- Yeah.
- Where did you go?

Excuse me.

All right.

- Jane? Jane? Hey.
- I'm sorry.

Okay, but I just, I can't do this.

- I thought I could, but I can't.
- It's okay.

We might've rushed it a little bit.

No one expects you
to become Taylor again overnight.

Yeah. That's just it. I don't

feel...

- What? Jane?
- I'm sorry...

Talk to me, Jane.

What do you think they ate?

- I don't even wanna speculate.
- I've never even seen his place.

You haven't? I have.

When?

Dropped a file off over there once,
saw the lobby.

You two are real close.

Dinner.

If it makes you feel any better,
you can have dinner over at my place.

I don't wanna eat cold pizza
in your weak-ass apartment.

Fine, stay at home with your cats, loser.

Everybody down!

Hands out of your pockets
and behind your head! Now!

Get down. Get down. Get down.

- Get down.
- You, up.

Get down! Stay down!

- Get down! Get down!
- Move to the center!

Everybody quiet.

Why am I learning about this
from Patterson and not you?

- It doesn't change a thing.
- This isotope test

on Jane's tooth stands in direct conflict

with the results matching her DNA
to Taylor Shaw.

- Which means the isotope test is wrong.
- Which means one of them's wrong.

Look, I'm not talking about some mineral
that found a way in her tooth somehow,

I'm talking about her genetic makeup,

the building blocks
of her cellular identity.

Chromium, manganese, niobium, tantalum.

These elements at these ratios puts
Jane's place of birth and early childhood

in Sub-Saharan Africa,

which makes it extremely difficult for her
to have been born and raised

next door to you
in Clearfield, Pennsylvania.

The DNA match was 99.9%.

Now, the law treats DNA as ironclad,
so why don't we?

So what,
we just ignore the isotopic evidence?

Look! I know you want
Jane to be Taylor Shaw but...

Look, this has nothing
to do with what I want.

Her DNA is Taylor's DNA.

End of story.

Kurt, you can't pick and choose evidence
to suit your preferred narrative.

I shouldn't have to tell you that.

- Have you told her yet?
- There's nothing to tell.

Patterson.

This matter's not closed.

What've you got?

A hostage crisis
in an MWA building in Queens.

Two gunmen, reported five minutes ago.
Reade and Zapata are en route.

- MWA?
- Municipal Workers Association.

So, what? Two gunmen five minutes ago
and NYPD called us already?

No, they didn't.

The building's mailing address
triggered a hit in our tattoo database.

A 10-digit number on Jane's upper thigh.

- How is that an address?
- It's not.

In fact there's, like, 37,000
possible permutations of the number,

but one of them happens to be the address
of the MWA.

Here, look.
Zip code, building number, street.

13518th Street in Queens.

- Let's move.
- Everybody quiet!

Not one word. Nobody move!

Hey! Hey!

No talking, understood?

- What do we got?
- NYPD just established communication,

I've got it routed to the mobile unit.

Two unidentified gunmen
claim the MWA fired them with no cause.

Fifteen to 20 hostages,
no confirmed injuries or casualties yet.

- We got eyes inside?
- I'm working on it.

I think I can steal their feeds
from their security cameras.

Make it happen.

Let's see what these guys want.

This is
Special Agent Kurt Weller from the FBI.

I'm here to listen
and make sure that everyone's safe.

Everyone's fine. For now.

- Can I ask who I'm speaking to?
- Our names are not important.

How can we help?
What is this all about?

The MWA fired us.
They're trying to rob us of our pensions.

I'm sorry to hear that.

How can we resolve this?

We want our pensions restored,
we don't want to go to jail,

and we want the head of the MWA
down here immediately.

Some of these things
are going to be tough.

But I'm not saying
we can't do them, what...

If our demands are not met in 30 minutes,
we start shooting hostages.

- Zapata, how's my security feed coming?
- Moments away.

You really think these guys
are gonna start shooting people

if we miss their deadline?

Let's try not to find out.

Do you have him yet?

We are working
on everything that you've asked for,

okay, the head of the MWA
should be here soon.

Hey! Hey! No talking!

You don't respect us?

- You think we are not serious?
- Okay, what is going on?

- Take the troublemakers to the back.
- Get up!

- You two get up!
- Get up, get up right now!

Go, go, go, now! Faster, now!
Move to the back.

Listen to me, it is very important that
you keep everyone in there safe and alive.

- Otherwise, I cannot help you.
- The clock is ticking.

All right.
They're separating the hostages.

- That's not good.
- This is so crazy.

These guys are willing to risk
hurting all of those innocent people

just because they lost their jobs?

People snap.

Why do you think
this is tattooed on my body?

How could they've known
that this was going to happen?

I don't know.

Jane.

Are you okay to be here today?

- Last night you seemed kind of...
- No.

The field is the only place
I feel comfortable.

I know that feeling. Trust me.

I'm sorry about last night.

It was a lot to take in,
probably too much.

My sister, Sarah, she...

No, actually, Kurt...

It wasn't Sarah.

I see the way that you look at me.

And I don't know how to be
this person that you lost.

We've got eyes inside.

All right, I count 15 hostages up front,

plus however many they took into the back.

Look at how he's covering the room.

Optimizing angles and sight lines.
Is that part of MWA training?

The MWA has training?

- We got five minutes.
- How do you wanna play this?

What're you doing?

Buying us some time.

No one moves. No one fires.

Sir?

My name is Kurt Weller.

I'm a special agent with the FBI. Okay?

I'm the guy you've been talking to.
I'm unarmed.

Look.

I'm here just to talk.

- Please don't shoot me.
- I will kill her.

The head of the MWA
is on his way here now,

but he's coming here from Jersey,
so we need a little time.

Shut up!

Listen to me!

The moment you hurt her
or anyone else in there,

there's nothing more I can do for you.

Do you understand?

I'm here as a show of good faith.

I'm putting myself on the line
to ask you for an extension.

Fine. Thirty more minutes.

Walk away.

That was too easy. Way too easy.

- Hands over your head. Over your head!
- Put your hands over your head.

Are you sure?

Thank you.

Patterson just checked our gunmen's faces
against all MWA employee photos,

past and present.

These guys never worked here.

Why would they lie about that?

Look, they're bringing those hostages out
from the back.

One of them is injured.

Go! Get on the ground. Get on the ground!

Thank you for giving them more time.

Move! Take that building!

Breach it!

- Hey, you okay?
- What were they doing here?

It makes no sense to me at all.

What's wrong?

You see that blood on the door?

Jane.

I'm starting to understand

why this place was tattooed on your body.

What happened here?

Shot gun. Close range.

Not much to identify.

Jane! Hey!

In the interest of national security,
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

I'm gonna have to ask you
to identify yourself.

Who are you? What is this place?

Tom Carter, Deputy Director of the CIA.

And this place?

This place doesn't exist.

If we weren't on US soil,

I'd say this place is a CIA black site.

What is that?

The CIA have secret prisons
all over the world.

Where they do things
they're not allowed to do inside the US.

Detain people, torture them.

They're known as black sites.

Yeah, I'm not familiar with the term.

But if they're operating one
within the US,

that sort of thing
can bring down administrations.

Good thing there aren't any.

Whoever this was, the gunmen

obviously didn't want him
to talk to the CIA at all.

Upstairs was a smoke screen.
This was a hit.

This is the illustrated woman.

I didn't realize
they were taking you out on field trips.

What the hell are you doing here?
This is FBI jurisdiction.

I thought we were all on the same team?

Now that is adorable.

The FBI are domestic,
the CIA international.

Which means they can't operate
within the United States.

What is this place?

Well, I'm happy to fill you in,
Assistant Director.

Just not in front of a civilian.
She shouldn't be here.

Neither should you.

Don't worry about it.

I'll keep an eye on her.

Hey.

Don't sweat Carter, he's just a CIA suit
with field envy.

That's not what's bothering me.

- I wanna review that security footage.
- Yeah, sure, you just...

Don't need help
with that either, apparently.

Repeat this or write it down
and I'll deny I ever said it,

which won't be hard
since tomorrow this room won't be here.

Unofficially, the guy in the chair

in there missing his face is Dodi Khalil.

A mechanical engineer in Pakistan that
we leveraged into an intelligence asset.

This is how the CIA treats its assets?

He was feeding us intel
from a classified terrorist organization

until they got wise.
Extracting him wasn't feasible.

So you cut him loose and left him to die?

Not how I'd put it, but yeah.

Unfortunately, it happens.

More unfortunately, he escaped
with a big old grudge against the US of A.

Still turning friends into enemies.
Seems to be the CIA specialty.

Dodi went underground.
We lost eyes on him.

But it seems that he'd been
adapting his skills as an engineer

to become one hell of a bomb maker.

And he aligned himself
with a fringe group,

- The Dabbur Zann.
- Dabbur Zann?

It's from an old Arabic proverb,

"The buzzing of the wasp
brings destruction to its nest."

I take it we're the wasp in that scenario.

I've heard of the Dabbur Zann.
Multiethnic, unusual for terrorists.

- Yeah, unusual and dangerous.
- But they don't operate in the US.

Uh, I feel like you might have old intel.

Something's not right.

Okay.

Here, Gunman 1 takes
these three hostages to the back room.

Yeah? And then
he brings them back out. So?

Wait a minute.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, no.

We caught up with Dodi when he entered
the country under a forged passport.

What, and you figured that he was here
to blow something up,

grabbed him, black-sited him?

This is the part where I say,

"I can neither confirm nor deny."

Well, this has all been a smile,
but, uh, I'm gonna have to call it.

You folks can show yourselves out.

I saw your mascot take one of my
best guys out in less than three seconds.

- That's quite a weapon.
- She is the least of your worries.

We got something.

All right, right here,
Gunman 2 loses his temper.

Right, so Gunman 1 orders him
to take the three troublemaker hostages

to the back.

But what if the troublemaker hostages
weren't hostages at all?

What if they were
Dabbur Zann reinforcements?

I don't get it.
Why would they try to hide their numbers?

To hide the part that matters.

All right, look at this hostage
when he comes back out.

His sleeves are too long,
and look at that.

He's wearing different shoes.

It's a different guy.

It's Dodi.

- This wasn't an execution.
- It was a rescue.

This guy helps him take out the CIA
with the other two fake hostages,

then gets taken out himself
so they can swap his body for Dodi.

They switch clothes and give Dodi
a head wound to hide his face.

They start shooting hostages.

Then they smuggle him out
with the rest of the injured.

And where's Dodi now?

That's why Carter left.

The CIA figured out
that Dodi was still in play.

Carter said he was
a genius bomb maker, right?

We got to find Dodi, work out exactly
what the Dabbur Zann's up to.

And more importantly,
what kind of threat they pose.

The CIA still has a big lead on us.

His two accomplices, NYPD still got 'em?

They should still be holding
all the hostages for questioning.

Bring them here, now.

Dodi fell off
the CIA's radar years ago, right?

And then when he reemerged,
he was a completely different person.

I was only Taylor Shaw for five years
and then something happened to me.

Uh, a lot of things, maybe.

- None of which we know.
- Yet.

It feels like you're waiting for me
to remember something

that is never going to come.

If you're coming back
has taught me one thing,

it's to never give up hope.

All right, let's be clear.

We already know who you are
and what you did.

We know the two of you were accomplices
in today's hostage taking,

the murder of two CIA operatives,

and the illegal extraction of Dodi Khalil.

The only question is,

which one of you is gonna help me?

Which one of you is gonna rot away.
Where is Dodi Khalil?

Do I need to worry about you?

No, but you're gonna do it anyway.

You got to watch yourself.

Excuse me?

It is one thing to express concern
about Jane internally,

it's another thing
to do it outside of the group.

And you practically took Carter's side
when he was badmouthing Jane

back at the black site.

It's not like I said anything.

What, I'm not allowed
to think my own thoughts now?

You can think your own thoughts,
but we have to remain a united front.

It's us against Carter right now.

What, you don't think
he's looking for a point of weakness?

Why don't you worry about you?

You saw what the CIA did to Dodi.

This is your last chance to help yourself.

Do you wanna breathe fresh air again?

Do you wanna see the sun?

It's too late for me.

Answer me.

Answer me.

What the hell?

You will never find it.

We just got
their blood work back.

They're both dying
of acute radiation poisoning.

This whole group has been exposed
to an extremely unstable isotope

called cesium-137.

Smugglers have been moving cesium
out of Abkhazia,

selling it to terrorists
on the black market.

Apparently in leaky containers.

So that's why they're so fearless.

They're already dying.

What do you do with cesium-137?

Make a radiological dispersal device.

Dabbur Zann sacrificed five of its own
to release

one of the world's best bomb makers.

Dodi's making them a dirty bomb.

With Dodi's bomb-making abilities

and the nuclear materials
provided by the Dabbur Zann,

we have to assume that he's capable
of constructing a dirty bomb

that could do substantial damage.

Dabbur Zann broke him out
of that black site for a reason.

- He still has to build it.
- So let's find him before he does.

Right. But how do we do that?

The cesium-137 our radioactive friends
have been exposed to

emits trackable gamma rays.

A hospital in Queens has reported
several unrelated patients

coming into the ER this past week
with similar flu-like symptoms.

Two of them
have started losing their hair.

All of the patients live or work
in this 30-block radius.

This has to be where
the Dabbur Zann has set up shop.

Thirty blocks?
That's still a lot of doors to knock on.

Which is why I've got every vehicle
I can spare tasked with combing the area.

Weller, you quarterback from here.

Patterson's outfitted each team
with one of these.

Portable Geiger counters.

This should lead us right to them.

These potassium iodide pills should
prevent you

from getting radiation poisoning

until we can recover
and contain the cesium.

- Bottoms up.
- One more thing.

The higher the CPMs,
the less time you should stick around.

Once they hit 300, get the hell out.

After that,
all the potassium iodide in the world

is not gonna help you for long.

Think they'll find it?

You don't remember playing
"Hot or Cold," do you?

No.

As long as those Geiger readings
are going up,

it means we're getting hotter.

What happened after I disappeared?

- The community imploded.
- No, I...

I mean, what happened with you?

We had a secret hiding spot

in the woods, at the back of our houses.

It was your favorite place.

I figured if you ever got away,

that's where you'd go.
I never gave up on you.

I know being Taylor might not be an answer
to all of your problems.

But it's a starting point.

Something to hold on to.

Something to build from.

Here we go. Team, on me.

This is Agent Weller. What do you got?

This is Agent Knox.
We've got an old industrial building here,

looks vacant. My team's standing by
to breach the doors on your say-so.

Take it.

Clear!

Pretty dark in here,
lights don't work.

We got a staircase to the basement.

Heading down now.

Pretty cold down here.
Geigers are clicking up.

We got a door.
Can't hear anything behind it.

Taking the door now.

- Come on!
- Let go!

Knox. Agent Knox, report.

All clear. Exchanged fire
with two individuals, now both deceased.

Looks like neither of them were
doing too good, even before we got here.

- What else do you see there?
- Beds.

They got beds down here.
Who the hell could sleep in this place?

Find out where those guys went.

Jane.

Jane, you all right?

I saw who took me.

When I was little,
there was this stairwell

and this room,
and then there was all these children.

What was he doing?

Did you see him?
Did you see his face? Jane?

No. I just saw his hands.

And he was going to...

Oh, no. What happened to me?

Hey. Jane? Here, Jane. There.

Can you feel that?

I'm here and I'm here with you.

You're okay.

Keep breathing, Jane.

You're okay. Just keep breathing.

Is everything okay out here?

Yeah.

We're good.

You sure? She seems a little...

She's fine. What do you got?

- Knox found a list of names.
- Dabbur Zann?

- Targets?
- Neither. We just ran them.

All deceased, all buried in the
nearest cemetery to the radiation zone.

The cesium.

Where do you hide something
that makes everybody sick?

A place where everyone's already dead.

All right.
The cesium's close.

Let's take a look around.
See if we can find it.

How is it getting closer?

There.

Cover. Cover.

Come on.

Go up. Go up!

Dodi's got that cesium
inside that urn he's holding.

Cover me!

- Any ideas?
- They got the cesium...

But they still got to get out of here
with it.

You make it sound like
we have the advantage.

Hey, Weller,
you guys got to get out of there,

- your Geiger readings are way...
- Thank you, Patterson!

I think we're a little outgunned.

- We got to keep moving.
- All right.

- You ready?
- Let's go.

Okay, guys.
Just remember, that the cesium in the urn

is highly unstable.
But you should be able to handle it for

just a brief period of time,

but if it breaks open...

- Spit it out, Patterson!
- Then that's it.

It's game over
for everyone in the cemetery.

Keeping that in mind.

All right, you hear that, team?
Don't shoot Dodi.

I see Dodi. I'm heading for him now.

I got a line on him.

Scratch that, I'm pinned down!

Come on! Let's go.

I'm going after Dodi.

I'm on my way.

I did not want this, any of this.

You're a popular guy, Dodi.

Talk to you about your new friends.
Get up!

Get up!

Walk. Jane, you wanna put that down?

Put that down.

All right, let's get some distance
from that thing

until HAZMAT gets here.

Walk!

Don't you dare.

You have your shot. Take it.

I'm not you. Drop it.

You think you're saving her.

All you're doing is killing us.

Nice work.

Could've used your help out there.

Come on, you guys know
that we can't operate domestically.

It's Reade, right?

If you ever think about
working for the good guys,

we should talk.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Well, hey there. What's your name?

How about you walk away now?
How about that?

No. Get your hands off him.

We'll take it from here.

- The hell you will.
- I suggest you stand down, son.

This was a threat on US soil.

Dodi's FBI jurisdiction and you know it.

Since when do you play by the rules.

Hey!

Deputy Director Carter, stand down.

You stand down.

By my count you folks come up
a little short. Dodi's coming with us.

We go back a long way.

And I know what you stand for,
and I know what you're capable of.

But are you really prepared to kill
five FBI agents in cold blood?

Well, don't you mean four?

And I can't give you someone
who doesn't exist.

Is this about Dodi or me?

A bit of both, probably.

Look, your people can take full credit
for the recovery of the cesium.

That's a big internal win for the Bureau,
and don't tell me you don't need it.

The CIA can have Dodi,
I just wanna question him,

find out how far
the Dabbur Zann's reach is here.

One day. That's all I'm asking.

Fine.

You lend me Jane, I'll lend you Dodi.

If one of those tattoos on your girl
has led to a damn CIA black site,

you think
I don't have questions of my own?

We stumbled across your little secret
after the hostage takedown,

- she had nothing to do with it.
- Come on.

And why else bring her here, team spirit?

It was Jane. And I want her.

Go to hell.

You sure you wanna start
a war with me today?

No.

Not today.

Give them Dodi.

- You expect me to listen to that?
- Just do it.

I won't forget this.

Oh, I actually hope you keep it in mind.

What Will the CIA do With him?

Whatever they want.

You all did good work today.

We averted a major nuclear catastrophe,

and it looks like the Dabbur Zann's
foothold here has been dismantled.

The city of New York owes you
a deep debt of gratitude.

Even if they'll never know it.

I'm proud of all of you.

- What about Carter?
- Let me worry about Carter.

Jane's tattoos.

It's getting hard to ignore
that they seem to be pointing us

towards government corruption.

I understand your concern.

But she has hundreds of tattoos.

It's too early
to start jumping to conclusions.

All I know is, these clues are helping us
catch the bad guys.

So, if they keep doing that,
we should keep following them.

- Right?
- That's right.

Now go home and get some sleep.

I, uh...

I just want to say thank you
for not trading me to Carter today.

For a second, I thought that
you were maybe considering it.

Rest up. Tomorrow's another day.

This really wasn't necessary.

It's more for me than you.

I just want to check out the new place,
make sure it's okay.

Make sure you're okay.

I'm fine. I was just a little...

I'll be fine.

I'm sorry I lost it today.

That's okay. It happens.

You've been through so much,

and if I'm making this harder for you,

then just tell me.
'Cause that's the last thing that I want.

All these expectations,

I should never have
put you in that situation.

Kurt.

I should never have let them take you.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't your fault.

I've heard that

my whole life.

But you haven't heard it from me.

It wasn't your fault.

You told me Taylor was my starting point.

I think you're wrong.

You.

You're my starting point.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Hey.

Don't be mad, okay?

Mad about what?

I just, I want you to give this a chance.

- What're you talking about?
- Uncle Kurt, Uncle Kurt, look.

- Hey there, little buddy.
- It's Grandpa.

Hello, son.

Kurt, don't go.

I knew you'd come around.

Let's talk about Jane Doe.