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Previously on Blindspot...

Assistant Director Carter is missing. Presumed dead.

What?

We should probably talk about last night.

There's a park at the end of my street. Meet me there at 10:00.

We'd discussed setting clearer boundaries with Agent Weller.

How's that been going?

Good.

They're scared of you, and they should be. I have missions for you.

We do this on my terms.

These are your terms.

This is all your plan,

and it's time to get started.

So, what now?

Now...

Your first mission.

What is that?

It's an exact replica of Mayfair's pen.

How do you know what Mayfair's pen looks like?

Do you have cameras in there?

No, we... We have another way.

I need you to swap 'em and bring me hers.

So, you wipe my memory, you tattoo my entire body,

and then you send me to the FBI so I can steal a pen?

What?

You're still... You're still you.

What is it? A bug? A tracker?

Because I won't betray my team.

It's not a betrayal. It's a pen. A regular pen.

How do I know that you weren't holding a gun to my head during that video?

I've never pointed a gun at you.

I know better.

And if you really thought that, you wouldn't be here.

You'd have sent your team.

But you didn't.

Because somehow, you know that you're not one of them.

That you're just a cog in their machine.

Welcome while useful, disposable the second you're not.

What about the man at my safe house? With the beard?

Was he with you? With us?

Bring me that pen, and I'll give you more answers.

It's gonna get soggy by the time he eats it.

You gotta put peanut butter on both sides first, jelly in the middle.

Oh, I'm sorry, I had no idea you were such an expert on PB and J.

Well, that I am. So, do you want me to show you?

By all means.

- Okay. Give me that. - Oh, my God.

Watch and learn.

Uh, so, um...

I'm gonna be home late tonight.

What's his name?

How about you tell me who you were meeting with last night?

Okay. I didn't think so.

I just thought of giving you the heads-up, 'cause Dad's gonna babysit.

In case you wanted to be somewhere else.

We'll be fine.

- Wow. - Bit more.

Is that what they teach you in Quantico?

Now you can make me one, too.

I'm late for work. Make it yourself.

You are so mean.

Yo, buddy.

You okay?

You lost?

You work down the base there?

Let me give you a ride.

Morning.

Hi.

I wanted to say sorry about last night.

I should have told you that I wasn't coming.

The two of us,

it's too complicated.

Right. I was gonna say the same thing.

Okay. I'm glad we're on the same page.

I don't... I don't want things to be awkward.

No. Of course not.

Help you?

Yeah, I picked up this kid about a half mile back.

He's got an airborne tat, but I don't think he's right in the head.

You think you guys could check him out?

Can you step out of the car, please?

What's your name, soldier?

- Come on... - No.

No. You can't take me.

- It's okay. We're here to help you... - You can't do this to us. Stop!

Stay where you are, son!

Three of the victims were declared dead,

one is in the hospital, and the shooter is still on the loose.

- Do we have an ID? - Army Sergeant Charlie Napier.

Three tours in Iraq, jacket full of medals.

This is usually Military Police jurisdiction.

I know. These are letter fragments that are on the back of Jane's left leg.

That are divided into quarters and then rotated.

It's like a, a box of puzzle pieces scattered on a table.

When you fit them together...

We decoded this one already.

But when my team looked into it, it was a dead end.

Did we question him?

- We couldn't. - Why not?

Because Charlie Napier died 18 months ago.

Killed in action. An IED explosion in Iraq.

How does a dead man shoot up a military base?

And, more importantly, what's he gonna shoot up next?

What else do we know about this guy?

Army poster child.

Enlisted straight out of high school,

sent every penny home to his single mother to help pay the bills.

And we're sure it's the same guy?

I've run this video through every biometric recognition scan we've got.

- Face, voice, ear. It's him. - Ear? Really?

Oh, the ear is a treasure trove.

You don't even wanna know what I can do with an ear.

Was this a screw up or a cover-up?

The IED explosion was pretty gruesome. So they weren't able to recover a body.

But they ID'd Charlie off of dental and tissue samples.

So, some lab made a terrible mistake.

Or someone really wanted him off the grid.

Hey, what are those?

More names. Four other soldiers, all different attacks.

All KIA just like Charlie.

So, if Charlie's alive, then these other soldiers could be, too.

Charlie said, "You can't do this to us." He could be a part of a cell.

Which means there could be more attacks coming.

Why would he turn against his own people like that?

Personal vendetta, institutional grudge, PTSD.

His file didn't list any history of insubordination or mental illness.

Yeah, but his file also lists him as dead.

Hang on.

Charlie just used the truck driver's cell phone

to call an out-of-service landline.

It's his childhood home.

Does his mother still live there?

No. She moved upstate recently.

Yeah, but if he was off the grid, he wouldn't know that.

You think he's looking for some place to lay low?

- Yeah. - One way to find out.

Let's move.

Please. Please, help, he has a gun!

All right, ma'am, get behind that car and stay there.

Reade, Zapata, go around the back. Me and Jane will go through the front.

This is the FBI. Drop the weapon. Get down on your knees.

Where's my mom? What did you do with her?

Drop the weapon and get down on your knees. Now.

I can't take it anymore.

I can't take it.

If you can't take it, then ring that bell!

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

You're gonna have to move faster!

You don't belong here, princess. Let's go! Ring it!

Ring that damn bell and quit!

Charlie, put down the weapon and get down on your knees.

Please, I can't go back there.

- I won't go back. - Go back where?

- I just want my mom. - Hey!

She's here, Charlie.

Your mom's downstairs.

She wants to talk to you, okay?

So just put the gun down and let's go tell her that you're okay.

All right.

She's waiting for you, Charlie. Let's go tell her.

It's okay.

- Mama. No! No! No! - Come here. Come here.

No!

I told you, I don't remember.

You don't remember where you've been for the last year and a half?

No.

What's the last thing you do remember?

A dungeon.

Flames.

And where was this dungeon?

Charlie, where were you?

I was in hell

being tortured by the Devil.

What did this devil look like?

I'm not talking to you. You lied to me.

You have to try to remember, Charlie.

Who was there with you? What did hell look like?

How'd you get out?

- I swam across a river. - What river?

The River Styx.

Charlie's tested positive for amphetamines, stimulants,

steroids, and anesthetics.

Even in low doses,

the combination of these drugs is massively debilitating.

And Charlie's levels are off the charts.

Well, that would explain his behavior.

But it's not the volume that caught my eye.

One of the drugs used was Zeta Interacting Protein.

- Wait! Like... - DR. - Yes.

Exactly the same drug that was used to erase your memory.

Charlie's body was overloaded with a very complex cocktail.

- And ZIP was part of it. - Yes.

So there's gotta be a connection.

Well, ZIP isn't a rare drug.

But until your case, I'd never seen it used in such high doses.

So, are the levels similar here?

Well, not quite as high, but close.

So the people that did this to Charlie

could be the same people that did this to Jane.

You did this to yourself.

You did this to yourself.

Maybe. But there's also a possibility this might have nothing to do with her.

Or it could have everything to do with her.

So, we gotta find these people.

What about these other drugs?

Do they have any legitimate medical purpose?

Individually, yes.

But with this combination and quantity, most patients would be comatose.

So, why not Charlie?

Well, that's what's been baffling me.

His epinephrine levels are 10 times the normal limit.

His entire sympathetic system is surging.

His heart rate, blood pressure, they're out of control.

Steroids to improve physical performance, ephedrine to sharpen mental acuity,

and mood-altering drugs to dampen fear.

This guy is in a constant state of fight-or-flight.

Someone's trying to build a better soldier.

Our military has a history with this.

Using unwitting soldiers to test everything from LSD to chemical weapons.

If they got Charlie, they could have the four other soldiers.

Yeah, but how do we find them? If it is a military operation,

the Pentagon isn't just gonna tell us where they are.

And our witness isn't exactly a font of information.

Charlie's ZIP levels aren't as high as Jane's.

He could start recovering memories within a few weeks.

We can't afford to wait that long.

Familiar sights trigger memories for me.

Charlie wants his mom.

If we could get her here, maybe more memories would come back.

He might remember where he was being held.

Let's track down Charlie's mother.

Charlie?

Oh, my God. It is you.

They told me you were dead.

Baby.

I... I thought I'd lost you.

Mom, I'm sorry.

I prayed for you every night.

Oh, Charlie, where did you go?

I was in hell. But I got out.

I saw the face of God.

Mom,

he told me to go home to you.

Oh, God!

Her son killed three people. And all she wants to do is hug him.

She got him back.

That's all she cares about.

Why haven't you forgiven your father?

You know he didn't... That you were wrong about that night.

It's more complicated than that.

You always say that. But why... What... What's so complicated?

He was a terrible father.

He was distant. He was drunk.

Me being wrong about one night doesn't change any of that.

But he's sick. Right?

Any progress on the other soldiers listed on the tattoo?

Uh, nothing yet.

I cross-referenced where they trained, where they served, where they grew up.

Keep digging. Whoever was experimenting on Charlie

is probably doing the same to the other four.

We have to track them down.

You said you were gonna take a leave of absence after we found David's killer.

I know. I was.

But then there was the whole Pan-Asian 921 thing.

- Mmm. - And then this.

Things here just feel more important.

I've been where you are. And I dealt with it in the exact same way.

And it worked for a while.

The longer you run from this, the more it will hurt when it catches you.

And trust me, it will catch you.

I should get back to work.

Let me go! Please don't let them take me!

What the hell is going on?

They're CID. Claiming that they have jurisdiction.

Special Agent Ken Thorpe, Army Criminal Investigation Command.

And we do have jurisdiction.

We're in the middle of an investigation.

He committed a federal crime.

On Army land. Victims were Army, he's Army.

You and your team need to stand down.

We have reasons to believe that that man

has been subjected to inhumane medical experiments.

After the Army had declared him dead.

So you can understand why we're reluctant to hand him back to you.

I don't know anything about that.

And you'd say if you did, right?

Call your boss. Call my boss. Hell, call the President.

They'll all tell you the same thing. This is my case.

Let them go.

You're just gonna let this happen?

Stand down!

Don't let them take me back there. Please.

I found something linking all the soldiers on Jane's tattoo.

Did they know each other?

Not while they were alive.

All five were declared dead in IED attacks.

And in every case, the first responders on the scene

were the same private military contractor.

Who?

Northlake. Why'd it take this long to make that connection?

Contractors like this go out of their way to be opaque.

Each of the responders were paid by separate entities.

But Northlake controls all of them.

They make it very hard to uncover, but yes.

It could've taken hours for the military MEs to arrive at the attack site.

Northlake would've had access to those bodies the entire time.

So Northlake kidnapped these soldiers, faked their deaths?

They're the ones responsible for running these experiments?

Well, it makes sense.

Private military contractors have the motive

to develop these drugs for their mercenaries.

Not the most morally scrupulous, either.

Let's move.

Leave me alone! Who are you? What do you want from me?

All the CID agents were dead on the scene.

What about Charlie?

He's missing.

This attack was coordinated. Military-style precision.

Definitely Northlake's MO.

Do you think they'll kill him?

No. They wanted him alive for a reason.

Our best bet is to track down where they've been conducting these experiments.

Do we know anything yet about where he's being held?

Outside of "hell"?

That driver that picked up Charlie. Where was that?

Down the road from Fort Beck at about 8:00 a.m.

Drop a pin in it.

Didn't Borden's toxicology report

narrow down the last time Charlie was drugged?

Yeah. At around 7:30 a.m.

All right, so, he's been on the run for half an hour.

Could've covered four to five miles at most.

Didn't Charlie say he swam across the River Styx after he escaped?

He was drugged out of his mind.

Yeah, but what if he swam across something?

A real river.

Well, that helps. Still a lot of ground to cover.

Hey, here's something.

So, the preliminary reports say

one of the gunmen who attacked Charlie's transport

left a boot print with oil residue.

Heating oil number six, which New York started phasing out in 2010.

Wherever they held him, they must've had one of those boilers there.

The flames he saw.

How many buildings still use that heating oil?

According to EPA records, in our radius, it's just five.

It's enough to go on.

Charlie, I thought we lost you.

Don't worry. We're leaving here soon. It'll all be over before you know it.

First of our five buildings should be coming up in half a mile.

How will we know what to look for?

We won't. We have to clear them one by one.

Wait. Charlie said he saw the face of God when he came out.

Hit the Voice Command button.

Please say a command.

Destination 912 Division Avenue.

The face of God is at 912 Division?

Kind of.

The face of God.

Nice work, Tasha.

That's one of our five buildings.

Charlie would've had a view of the church on his way out.

Let's move.

You want to ring that bell, don't you, princess?

We all know you want to quit.

We all know you gonna quit!

So quit wasting our time and ring that damn bell!

Jane.

- This one's dead. - Same here.

Four soldiers. Five beds.

They still have Charlie.

Northlake must have figured the heat was on.

They left this place in a hurry.

And destroyed all the evidence behind them.

They didn't destroy everything.

I recovered a partial video file off one of the damaged hard drives.

They thought deleting 'em would stop 'em from...

If you wanna destroy a hard drive you use a high-powered magnet or a...

All right, what did you find?

Trial 42, subject three. Dr. Sparacino, principal examiner.

I'm attempting my latest variant,

Adjusting lorazepam levels to reduce seizures.

Subject four's brain is the only one

effectively processing the epinephrine overload.

Mild hallucinations seem to be the only side effect.

Further experimentation is needed in order to explore this.

Charlie was the only one that it was working on.

That's why they stole him back and killed the others.

What do we know about that doctor?

Dr. Lindsay Sparacino.

Served two decades in the Army's Advanced Medical Research Department,

retired in '05.

Nice. She's been keeping busy.

But get this. The good doctor emptied all her assets into an offshore account.

She's getting ready to run.

She could sell that formula to any terrorist cell

or rogue nation with an open checkbook.

And they'd have an army full of engineered super-soldiers.

Only if it works.

That video makes it look like

Charlie's biology is the key to unlocking the formula.

Then we need to get him back before she goes underground.

Let's put out a BOLO at every airport and port within 100 miles.

Hang on. I don't think she's leaving just yet.

Her E-ZPass just dinged outside Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel,

going east on the BQE.

She does rent a storage unit about two miles away.

She's probably got a stash of passports and cash.

Or another lab.

Jane's right. Charlie processed this cocktail differently

and the doctor needs to find out why.

And the answers are probably buried deep in the synapses of his brain.

What is she gonna do to him?

Nothing that Charlie would live through.

Aren't we going to put him all the way under?

No, I need to monitor his brain activity and conscious responses.

You don't have enough... He'll be dead within 10 minutes.

That's enough time.

We get this serum right, we change the face of modern warfare.

Patterson says the unit is 6117. Sixth floor.

It's okay, Charlie. Won't hurt for long.

Reade, Zapata, go right. Jane, with me.

Jane, on my six!

FBI. Put that down. Put it down! Walk towards me.

- Get over there. - Hands on the wall.

It's okay. We're gonna get you safe.

Who are you? What do you want with me?

Oh, no. ZIP.

They dosed him again. He can't remember us.

No. Charlie, no!

Jane!

Come here. Stand against that wall. Turn around. Don't move.

They're yours.

Jane!

- Move. - Turn around.

Charlie, stop!

Charlie, wait.

Get away from me!

Please.

I'm gonna put this down. Please. I don't wanna hurt you.

It's okay.

Charlie, please, don't.

Please stop.

Charlie, I don't want to hurt you.

Charlie, stop.

No, no, please.

No.

- You didn't have to... - Yeah, I did.

It could have been you in that body bag.

He was innocent. He never wanted any of this.

If someone puts my team at risk or you at risk, I don't second-guess.

Things can be more complicated than they seem.

In this job, there are good guys and there are bad guys.

It's not that complicated.

You took some hits. Get checked out. We'll regroup later.

You have no idea how much that killed me to ring that bell.

- You played your part well. - Now what?

Now, the real work begins.

Welcome to Orion.

Who am I, Casey?

Orion.

Orion.

The program's called Orion.

Tell me what's Orion.

What did you say?

You wanted to see me?

The medics cleared you?

Yeah, just a few bad bruises.

What happened earlier today,

you challenging me in front of Army CID, that was unacceptable.

I'm sorry. I... I wasn't...

I wasn't trying to challenge you.

Just don't let it happen again.

I wasn't trying to challenge you,

but you shouldn't have let them take Charlie.

That wasn't my call to make and it certainly wasn't yours.

He was scared, helpless.

You should have fought harder to keep him in custody.

Army CID had jurisdiction. It was out of my hands.

If we hadn't let him go, he might still be alive.

In this job, we all have to accept decisions that we don't agree with.

It's called chain of command.

Ma'am, they're ready for you upstairs.

And if you are gonna remain part of this team,

you're gonna have to learn to function as part of a unit.

Are we clear?

Yeah.

You know that you're not one of them.

That you're just a cog in their machine.

Looks delicious.

Tastes even better.

Sarah says it's supposed to be good for my platelets or something.

If you ask me, it's like trying to stop a tank with a BB gun,

but you know your sister.

Do you want a hand?

You know anything about this guy Sarah's out with?

Just that she won't tell me his name.

Must be serious.

Sorry.

Hi.

- Hi. - Hey.

- You look amazing. - Thank you.

That waitress's earrings cost more than my car.

Never mind her earrings. I like your car.

It's... It's an antique.

Mmm-hmm.

- I got you your usual sugar drink. - Thank you.

Cheers.

Okay, I'm just gonna come right out and say it. I missed you.

I saw you two days ago.

I can't miss you after two days?

No, you sure can, I am pretty missable.

Oh, no, what happened to your face?

Oh. It probably looks worse than what it really is. I'm... I'm fine.

My brother hit you when you told him, didn't he?

Well, it is from work,

but no, he didn't hit me.

I didn't tell him.

- You wimp. - I know. I know.

I... I'll speak to your brother. I just...

I'm trying to wait until he's not so stressed.

Mmm-hmm. So, never.

Do you want me to do it?

No, no, no, that's... Look.

It has to come from me.

I just want to make sure I do it right, you know?

Well, three, three days we drove.

I paid a fortune for those tickets,

and the second your sister saw that guy in the... In the Pluto costume,

she burst into tears.

Money well spent.

What really happened that night? The night that Taylor disappeared.

Where were you?

You left that dinner party for three hours.

I volunteered for a booze run.

I had forgotten that the liquor stores, most of them weren't open on...

Sundays. Yeah, I know. So, you had to drive halfway to Ohio.

I don't want the line that you've fed everyone for 25 years.

That's the truth.

Why were your shoes muddy?

You thought I was asleep. I wasn't.

I saw you hosing off your shoes when you got home.

I didn't...

She's alive, Kurt.

Why did you lie about where you were?

- Why didn't you... - Because I was trying to kill myself!

What?

I was depressed for a long time.

And I had thought about it before, and I just couldn't.

And finally, I'd just had enough,

and I drove to the Susquehanna, and I walked... I walked in.

And then I just couldn't shake this image.

What image?

You and Sarah

at my funeral. What... What you'd be wearing,

where you'd be sitting.

So I just, uh, got back in the car and drove home.

With muddy shoes.

Yes.

After all these years, why didn't you tell anyone?

Who was gonna believe me?

Me! Sarah. Mom.

I was so ashamed. I had almost...

And... And your mother never would've understood me.

Sarah, she never believed what people said anyway,

but you, I wanted you... I wanted you as far away from me as I could get you.

Why?

I was so full of rage.

I was so full of...

And I didn't want you to turn out like me.

I'm so sorry, Kurt. I'm... I'm... You know...

I'm so sorry, Kurt.

I'm so sorry.

Good work.

How do you know it's hers? If they were really the same...

I know.

And I know why you gave me this mission.

You do?

It was a test of my loyalty. And I passed.

I held up my end. And now you owe me some answers.

The bearded man.

You can't trust them.

Yes, he was with us.

He told me not to trust them. Who did he mean?

The FBI.

Why would... Who shot him?

Ask me another question. I can't tell you that yet.

What about the people who gave ZIP to those dead soldiers?

Were they with us, too?

No.

We found out about their research and disapproved of it.

But we saw an application that was useful to us.

What is Orion?

You already got enough answers tonight.

No. This isn't a game to me. What is Orion?

Orion is where you died.