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(announcer)
Previously on "Blindspot"...

(Borden)
She can't
remember who she is,

where she came from,
nothing.

When I was ten, our next-door
neighbor went missing.

I think Jane Doe
is Taylor Shaw.

You were never Taylor Shaw.

Who the hell are you?
I don't know, but--

Get on your knees,
put your hands on your head.

Jane Doe, you're
under arrest.

(Jane whimpering)

Uhh!

Uhh!

(Jane screaming)

(man)
Okay, let's try this again.

Why Kurt Weller?

You know, you've been here
for three months.

How much longer
are you gonna

make us do this
to you, Jane?

(man, echoing)
There's a place in your mind

no one can get to.

A place that belongs
only to you.

No matter what they say,
no matter what they do,

no one can
reach you there.

Pain... is a dream.

Pain is a dream.

(panting)

(electricity clacking,
Jane grunting)

Okay...
let's go swimmin'.

(man)
Their job is to make you feel
like you're about to die.

(Jane gasping)

(man)
Your job is not
to believe them.

Your body might get weak,
but your mind is strong.

(gasps)

(water bubbling)

(man)
Get her out.

Get her out!

Ah, she tried
to drown herself.

Juice her.
Hurry up!

(man)
Bide your time.

Wait and watch.

There's always
a way out.

Uhh!

Gah!

(man shouting)

(both grunting)

Put her in the cell.

(Jane grunting softly)

Hang her up.

(all grunting)

Ohh!

(grunting)

(panting)

(gun cocks)

Agh! Uhh!

Keys.

(engine revs)

(tires screeching)

**

(explosion)

Clear!
Clear!

Clear!
Clear!

She's not here!

Lets start digging up
floor boards.

My intel's solid.

(Zapata)
Wait.

You hear that?
(motorcycle revving)

She's on a bike,
headed west.

Head back to the SUV.
We'll try and box her in.

Weller, make a hard left.

(Weller)
I can catch her!

Yes, you can,
if you make a hard left.

Just trust me.

Fine!

(tires screeching)

(gunshots)

(tires screeching)

Stay where you are!

Show me
your hands.

Remove that helmet.

Let me see
your hands.

Laura Moses,
you're under arrest.

(siren whoops,
police radio chatter)

Nice work today, you two.

What?

Nothing.

Something. What?

It's just
a little anticlimactic,
don't you think?

We spent an entire week
tracking down a counterfeiter.

It was a solid bust.

We miss working
the tattoos.

(helicopter buzzing)

Assistant Director Weller?

My name is Naz Kamal.
I work for the NSA.

I need to speak with you
and your team immediately.

Do you mind following me?

Jane Doe
has escaped.

Escaped from where?

The CIA swooped in
and took custody

before we could
even process her.

They've denied access
and refused to cooperate.

I've been trying
to get information

from them for months.

They've been stonewalling me.

They were holding her
at a black site in Oregon.

Oh, my God.

But she broke out?

(Naz)
Yes.
And you know where she is?

We caught her walking
past an ATM camera

in Camden, New Jersey.

Why is the NSA
so interested in Jane?

I work for an off-book wing
of the NSA

called Zero Division.

(Naz)
About six years ago,

I started to connect a number

of seemingly random
terror events.

The Kentucky State
Building attack,

DC subway bombing,
shooting at O'Hare.

Those were all lone wolves.

No, they were just designed
to look like that.

We believe that a single group
is responsible

for over a dozen domestic
terror attacks in total.

I've given them
the code name "Sandstorm."

We cultivated an asset
within the organization,

and they managed
to get word to us

alluding to an impending
incident

in Times Square.

(rumbling)

We believe that Jane
was a key member of Sandstorm

sent to you
as a Trojan horse,

and we've been monitoring
the situation ever since.

The only reason
we're telling you now

is because we need your help
to get to Jane

before the CIA does.

Why?

Because,
before you arrested her,

we believe Jane was about
to turn against Sandstorm.

Look, Jane developed a deep
connection with this team.

If anyone can turn her
into an asset... it's you.

Not sure how connected
she's gonna feel

after being in a black site
for three months.

Especially since we're
the ones who handed her over.

We didn't hand her over.
They took her.

Sandstorm is planning
its biggest attack yet.

(Naz)
We have to try.

Where is she now?

Seriously, she's just
working here at motel?

As a maid, yes.
It pays under the table.

It's a way for her
to lie low, make a little money.

Lie low and then what?

Why don't you
ask her yourself?

(Zapata)
How do you want to play this?

I still say we
call in local SWAT.

It's one person,
but that one person is Jane.

(Zapata)
What are you doing?

I'm gonna
go in there alone.

That's a very, very bad idea.

Yeah, we'll
go in together.

No... if we
go in there hot,

this could go bad...
very bad.

And if you go in there
alone, it could go worse.

She had to know that someone
might find her someday.

Think she's not prepared?

Who knows what she's
got rigged in there?

I go in alone,
it's unexpected.

She's not gonna be
happy to see you.

You know that, right?

Reade... you're
the side entrance.

Tasha, you got the rear.

Do not move in until I say.

Remove your vests.

Don't move.

I just wanna talk.

Yeah, with a gun
in your hand.
Jane...

You wanna talk,
lose the weapon!

How many agents,
and where are they positioned?

You need to come in.

How many and where?

I don't want anyone
to get hurt.

You don't want
anyone to get hurt?

Do you have idea
where I have been

these past three months?

What they did to me,
day in and day out?

The CIA took you.

That was never
what I wanted.

Oh, no?
I wanted justice.

Under the laws
of this country.

I don't exist,
Kurt!

I don't have a passport,

I don't have
a birth certificate,

I have no rights!

Please.

Put the gun down.

I am not
going back.

Then you're gonna
have to shoot me.

(panting)

Ah, God!

Jane! Aah!
(cracking)

(grunting)

Stop it!

(panting)
Jane...

Stop it!

Stop it!

(both grunting)

(gun cocks)

(Zapata)
Freeze!

(Reade)
Jane, drop it!

(Reade)
What are they
hooking her up to?

(Patterson)
An MRI-based
coronary lie detector.

It monitors even
the smallest contractions

in the veins, heart,
and brain.

It's 100% accurate,

and it makes a polygraph
look like a mood ring.

Then why
do we use a polygraph?

(Patterson)
Because... we're not allowed

to inject our subjects

with substantial doses
of radioactive material.

It's not exactly legal.

Hello, Jane.
My name is Naz.

(Naz)
I need you to be
completely honest with me.

That's the only way
that this is going to work.

What makes you think
I'll tell you anything?

You managed
to escape, unaided,

from a CIA black site
in Oregon two weeks ago.

I think it's fair to
categorize you as resourceful.

You could be halfway
around the world right now,

but instead, you chose
to hide in Camden, New Jersey,

two hours away from here.

You didn't run 'cause
you're not finished.

You want to find them.

Well, so do I.

It'll be
nearly impossible

to keep the CIA
from finding out

that we've
recaptured you.

And if they do take you
back into custody...

they'll keep you somewhere

that you will never
break out of.

Give me a reason
to hold them off.

You work with us,
earn your freedom.

Help us bring down
the people who put you here.

We've been watching you

since you were found
in Times Square,

but we're missing
some pieces.

When did the operative
known as Oscar

first approach you?

After Tom Carter
kidnapped me.

He abducted me
and tortured me.

Oscar killed Carter
and rescued me.

He showed me a video.

It was a recording
I made for myself

before they
erased my memory.

You did this to yourself.

And did you
believe them?

That you did this
to yourself?

Yes.

I remembered Oscar.

We...

We were engaged
before all of this.

What did Oscar
want you to do?

He had missions for me.

He said that they were
inconsequential, small.

Steal a pen,
replace a GPS chip.

And you performed
these missions willingly?

No.

He said that
if I didn't, that...

they would kill Kurt.

That they would
kill my team.

(Naz)
And you believed him?

Yes.

But these missions,
Jane,

they were neither small
nor inconsequential, were they?

They had a very large,
very specific goal.

Yes.

One that I...
didn't realize

until it was too late.

To frame Mayfair for murder.

Where is Assistant Director
Mayfair right now?

Jane?

(shudders)

She's dead.

She found us,

but I don't know how.

But she...

And then Oscar killed her.

He promised me
no one would get hurt,

and then he killed her.

Where's Oscar now?

He's dead.

I tracked him down, I wan--

I wanted to bring him in
to put an end to all of this.

But he attacked me,
so I killed him.

Uhh!

I killed him!

I'm sorry.

Don't touch me.

She's telling the truth.
The MRI--

Of course she is now!

She's been caught.

She's hooked up
to that machine.

It doesn't mean
we can trust her.

Look...

They made a mistake...

when they killed Mayfair
in front of her.

She wants to bring them
down, and...

she's already
killed her fiancé.

She loved Mayfair.

And she loved you.

She's got a very funny
way of showing it.

You know, when--

when I was
a little girl,

my father and I,

we got caught up
in a storm.

Just west
of the River Indus.

We couldn't see,
couldn't breathe.

We just...
clung to each other,

praying for it to end.

It's the most frightened
I've ever been.

Until now.

These people, they give me
that same feeling.

They scare me just--

just like that sandstorm.

How can you expect us
to work with her?

After everything
that she's done.

'Cause Jane's the first
real lead we've had in years.

The safety and security
of this entire nation

hangs in the balance.

You want vengeance
for Mayfair?

Then you want Sandstorm.

They're the ones
that did this...

not Jane.

(Velcro ripping)

(grunts)

You have to believe...

I never wanted you
to be tortured.

I thought I was...

protecting you...

all of you...

by doing
what they wanted.

I was wrong.

But the people
who did this to us

are still out there.

And they need
to be stopped.

So let's make this right.

Mayfair is dead, Jane.

There's no
making this right.

Then let's make them pay.

Jane's got a fake
business number

she calls
to set up a meet--
"Joey's Pizza."

(Naz)
We're gonna drive you
out of the city

and have you place
the call from a payphone.

What's her cover?

She's been missing
for over three months.

Cade.
Cade?

He was a former Sandstorm
operative-- he went rogue.

And tried to kill
all of us.

Before we killed him.

Jane already started
a false narrative

before Weller arrested her

that Cade was still alive
and after her again.

You tell them that Cade held you
captive and tortured you,

and that you just escaped,
and you need to be brought in.

We never found a body.
So?

So what if Sandstorm got it?
Or what if he's still alive?

What if they've already
gotten to him?

That's a lot of "ifs."

Look, the NSA's been
searching for Cade

ever since he
crossed paths with you.

If we can't find him,
nobody can.

Maybe you can't find him
because they already have.

If even suspect Jane of lying,
they will kill her on sight.

What do you
want me to say?

That all of this is
completely devoid of risk?

We're sending her undercover

to possibly the most dangerous
organization in the world.

Can things go wrong?
Absolutely.

I feel like you don't
give a lot of pep talks.

What do you think, Jane?

Who's driving?

(cell phone ringing)

Joey's Pizza.

There's a house in Woodside.

Northeast corner
of 72nd and 48th.

We'll have someone
meet you there.

He gave me an address
in Woodside.

It wasn't Hobbes.

It was a different voice,
but...

It sounded familiar.

After you and this
Oscar guy went dark,

they probably
changed things up.

Okay, we don't
have time to waste.

When you meet
your new handler,

you tell him that
your life is on the line,

that you've proven your
loyalty again and again,

and that it's time
for you to meet Shepherd.

So we're just
letting her drive away?

Arguably not one
of our better plans.

Mayfair's dead
because of her.

I wouldn't give her
too much credit.

What do you mean?

She lied to us,
she's--

She's a pawn.

She was a pawn
for Sandstorm,

now she's a pawn
for us.

Pawns get sacrificed.

I almost
feel sorry for her.

Uh, be easy.
I said "almost."

(Naz)
It's going
to take time, okay?

But we need to start
working our way

into the heart
of Sandstorm.

Find out what
their endgame is

before they have
a chance to execute.

They're never gonna believe
I escaped Cade on my own.

You've been tortured
for three months.

Your body's your alibi.
They'll believe it.

No, Cade was one
of the best they had.

They're never
going to believe

that I escaped without
a serious fight.

(Naz)
What are you thinking?

I need you to shoot me.

What?

Look, if we want to sell
how loyal I am

and how difficult
this has been,

it's gotta look like
it cost me something.

There cannot be
any room for doubt.

I need you to shoot me,
in the side.

It'll hurt a lot less than
what Sandstorm will do to me

if they don't
buy my story.
Jane--

You know I'm right!

(Naz)
Wait. Wait!

You were with Mayfair
when she died, weren't you?

Yeah, I was.
(Naz)
Okay, hold on.

So what was the last
thing that she said?

Jane, don't
answer that.

She said she wished

that she could
see your face

when you found out
what I really was.

I'm the reason
she's dead, Kurt!

So do it!

(gunshot)
(gasps)

It's a clean shot.

(Jane groaning)

Stop!

(grunting)

Gah.

(panting)

I can do it.
(grunting)

I can do it!

(car engine starts)

(tires screeching)

**

The tracker
in your tooth

will supply us
with audio and GPS.

What if they scan me
and see that I'm transmitting?

This is technology nobody
even knows about yet.

We should have
tailed her.

They would have
made us, made her.

Don't worry,
she's equipped with

one of the best
trackers we have.

Sound, GPS.
Battery lasts--

She just ditched it.
She what?

Well, either that,
or she's currently

laying down in the middle
of the Pulaski Bridge.

I'm gonna say
she ditched it.

Of course she did.
I'd have done the same thing.

And if Sandstorm is half
as good as you say they are,

they're gonna scan her.

That tracker's
nearly invisible.

And if they found it,

I bet they'd
nearly keep her alive.

Besides, your big
radioactive lie detector

told you that she
was telling the truth.

That means she's gonna
come back, right?

Right.

We have to talk
about this.

(Jane panting and grunting)

(man)
It's you.

I can't believe
it's actually you.

I'm Roman, uh...
Do you remember me?

Who shot you?
Cade.

Cade, he was hold--
holding me, torturing me.

(panting)
I remembered my training.

(Jane grunting)

I was-- I was able
to get away,

but not before
he got a shot off.

Look, there's a medical cache
about five miles away from here.

Let's get you patched up.

(grunting)

(tires screeching)

(Roman)
Hold on, Taylor.

I know I'm not Taylor.

Oscar told me.

He should never have
been your handler.

What else
did he tell you?

I have been in a dark hole
for three months.

I want to talk to Shepherd!

And I am not saying
another word

until you take me to him.

(chuckling)

It's good
to see you again.

Damn it.

DUI checkpoint.

We're boxed in.

We're gonna have
to talk our way through.

Are you up for this?

(distant thunder)

Cover your wound
with this.

(Zapata)
We really have to do this?

Work with Jane and pretend
that everything is normal?

No! You don't.

I'm not gonna
make any of you

do anything that you
don't believe in.

(Patterson)
So, you believe in it?

You believe in her?

I believe
this Sandstorm group

that Jane was a part of
needs to be stopped.

(Reade)
Was?

How can you be so sure?

(Weller)
I can't be.

Not 100%.

No matter what
that machine says.

But I am sure that Jane
didn't do this alone.

I want to get the people
that did this to us.

Did this to Mayfair.

If that means that
I have to swallow my feelings

about Jane for a while...
so be it.

I'm in.

For Mayfair.

For Mayfair.

For Mayfair.

Speaking of which...

our new NSA friend might be able
to help us with this.

(rain pattering)

Good evenin'.
Evenin'.

You been drinkin'
tonight?

Not yet.

Just closed up shop
and headed home.

Yeah?
Where do you work?

Little tattoo parlor
on 78th and Roosevelt.

All right.

Ma'am, are you
bleeding?

No... I'm fine.

Oh, she-- she had
some stitches open up.

I'm taking her back
to the doctor now.

I thought you
were headed home.

Ma'am, are you okay?

I'm okay, yes.

Step out of the vehicle
for me, sir.

Officer, we need
to get her to the hospital.

Is this totally necessary?

Out of the vehicle,
sir, now.

Okay.

(rain pattering loudly)

(glass breaks)

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

(Roman)
You're fading.

(Jane)
Stop... stalling

and take me to Shepherd--
where is he?

Shepherd? You won't
make it to the med cache.

We gotta get you
to the hospital.

And tell them what?

I have a way
with words.

Before Mayfair disap--
(sighs)

Before she... died...

uh, she left us...

She left us a drive with
a bunch of encrypted files.

Daylight was an illegal
NSA program.

But I'm guessing we don't
have to fill you in on that.

And ORION?

From the parts we can read,
ORION seems to have been

a secret, off-book
spec-ops wing

of the Naval Special Warfare
development group.

Like Seal Team 6?
(Weller)
Yeah.

But they weren't just
going after the bad guys.

Along with a lot
of other horrible things,

the files indicate
that they bombed

the French Embassy
in Sudan.

And sunk a commercial
cruise ship.

And assassinated
the Secretary General of the UN.

Well, no,
that was Al-Qaeda.

Not according
to this.

A lot of the ORION files
are still encrypted.

(Zapata)
Like this one.

Pixel fragments.

It's like trying
to fit together

a million jigsaw pieces
that are all the same shape.

(Patterson)
I've been trying
to write a program

that'll sort, analyze,
and reassemble everything,

pixel by pixel,
but it...

Whatever.
It's a little involved.

Our binary system here
is having some problems

with the raw data.

So...
So...

I was kind of
sort of hoping

that you could give us
access to the NSA's

quantum computer farm.

Our quantum server farm
doesn't technically exist.

Well, heh, right.

But, technically,
neither do you.

I'll make the call.

Look, what's in M7G677?

A black hole.

In what sense?

In the literal sense.

It's an image file
of a black hole.

(Naz)
That's it?

That's it.

There are three folders
on this drive.

Two contain information
on maybe the most

sensitive programs this
government ever operated, and--

Yeah, and the third is a decent
desktop wallpaper, we know.

There's gotta be
something hidden in it,

on it, with it--
we just can't see it yet.

Use their secret
and, I'm assuming,

illegal quantum farm.

Focus on
the pixel fragments

and see what we can get.

All right, well, they've
got a fun vibe so far.

Sit tight.

(knocking on window)

Everything okay?
Do you need help, ma'am?

(Roman)
I got this, officer!

Thank you.

Need a hand?

Sure.
That'd be great.

(grunts)

(grunts)

I'm sorry,
but this is gonna hurt.

I've had worse.

Try to work as fast
as I can, okay?

How-- how long have we
known each other for?

A very long time.

(door opens)

I miss you.

(whispering)
Okay.

Look, can I--
What?

I think we got off
on the wrong foot.

Like how you hung back
and watched us for a year,

didn't share
any of your intel?

Now my boss is dead.

Listen, I thought I cornered
Sandstorm a year ago.

We had an active asset
inside who was

very close to finding out
who Shepherd was,

but then
it all fell apart.

What happened?

Sandstorm had someone
inside the NSA.

A friend of mine,
actually.

We managed
to neutralize him, but...

not before he killed
three of my people.

Sorry to hear that.

Listen, I can't afford
another mistake.

And I can feel the clock
is running down on this.

No one outside
of your team

must know what
our true objective is.

We can't risk
another breach.

I agree.
(Patterson)
Hey...

Jane's tracker just
came back online.

How?
I implanted a second
tracker on her belt.

You what?

It's programmed
to start transmitting

two hours after she left.

Look, it's a backup plan,
in case she felt compelled

to dispose
of the first one.

So what happens
if they scan her?

They'd do it the second
they encountered her.

That's why there's a delay.

You're gonna
get her killed.

(rain pattering)

(gasping)

It's okay, we're
the same blood type.

Trust me.

Where are you
taking me?

Somewhere safe.

No... I want answers.

Who is Shepherd?
What's ORION?

You'll find out
when we get there.

Gotta shut it down,
Patterson.

All right, they're
taking Jane in deep.

If she's caught
with a transmitter,
they'll kill her.

It's not that easy--
this kind of transmitter

isn't designed
to be shut down remotely.

All right, fine!
So redesign it.

It's-- that doesn't even
make any sense, you can't--

Patterson, just
find a way around it!

Okay, finding, finding.

(keyboard clacking)

What's going on?

Did you sweep her?

You better
find her fast.

She doesn't know that
she's been bugged.

Find a way
to shut it down... now!

Stop yelling!
It's not helping me code!

Cade's had her in a hole
for three months.

She took a bullet
to get back to us.

That's all I need
to know.

You'll forgive me
if I need a little more.

You think I'm wired?

After everything

I just went through
for you?

You think
I'm working for them?

You know what?

If that's what it takes
to meet Shepherd...

sweep me.

There. It's off.

Damn, I'm good.

My apologies.

We can't be
too careful, can we?

(chuckles softly)

It's so good
to see you again.

You're...

I'm Shepherd.

I'm your mother.

M-- My mother?

But... how--
how is that--

You were born in Pretoria,
South Africa.

Your real name
is Alice Kruger.

(gasping)

Your birth parents

were antiapartheid
activists.

The government had them
killed... in your own home.

You were forced into
a secret academy,

an orphanage, where they
trained innocent children

to become
deadly soldiers.

Operatives for the state.

Of course,
you excelled.

But when apartheid fell,
so did the academy.

I was one of the American
soldiers who liberated you.

Most of the children
were placed in foster care,

but you
and your brother...

were too dangerous.

Too special.

No one could
handle you.

So I chose
to raise you myself.

(stammering)
Wait--

You wanted new names...

to distance yourself
from a past

you wanted to forget.

We chose them
together.

Roman... and Remi.

It's a lot to take in.

But... what about...

ORION and--
and Phase Two?

Wha-- what?

Oscar's dead.

Uhh!

Cade got him.

Before he got
to you.

I'm sorry, I...

I know how much the two of you
loved each other.

Roman has been moving
heaven and earth

since you disappeared,
trying to track down Cade.

And I promise you...
he will pay for what he did.

(Jane gasps)

It's almost dawn, I can't
be out in the open like this.

You need to get back
to the FBI.

What? She--
She just got here.

Tell them Cade
kidnapped you.

That you escaped.

There might still be
a way to salvage this op.

I want answers.
I-- I need answers.

That's enough
for tonight.

You'll get more soon.

But right now, we need
to get you back in play.

Oh...

I've missed this face.

It's so good
to have you back, Remi.

All of the pieces
are almost into place.

You don't have to live this
double life for much longer.

We're almost ready.

(car engine starts)

Here...

We can't exactly drop you
back at the FBI.

Before I left you
in Times Square,

I said an old
Afrikaans prayer for you.

For a safe journey
and...

a quick return home.

You got neither.
So much for prayer.

Remi and Roman.

(chuckles softly)

My brother.

Oh... I got you
something.

Been holding onto it
for you.

I think it's time
you got it back.

(Weller)
Your mother and your brother?

(Naz)
So, Shepherd's military.

Or was.

That certainly explains
her access

to some of the nation's
biggest secrets.

This is
an unbelievable start.

Great work, okay?

You try and get
some rest.

(chair scoots back)

Why didn't you tell me
about the tooth?

What?

Naz told me
that Patterson

ran an isotopic test
on my tooth

when I first got here.

She told you
I was born in Africa.

That I couldn't be
Taylor Shaw.

Your DNA matched.

But my tooth didn't.

Why didn't
you tell me?

I believed
I was Taylor Shaw

because I...
had no reason to doubt--

Because I didn't
want it to be true.

I wanted you to be Taylor.

More than anything.

I guess they knew that.

How did you get
the memories?

Of fishing with me
and my father.

They told me I was her.

Oscar gave me
photos...

and said to lie...

and say that I
remembered them.

Why did you?

Because I--

I wanted it to be true.

Because I wanted
to be Taylor.

More than anything.

See you tomorrow.

You guys decode
the Mayfair picture?

(Patterson)
Pictures.

(Zapata)
Looks like drone photos
of bad ops.

Crashed helicopters,
dead American soldiers.

Patterson... can you
zoom in on that one?

Yeah, the resolution's
actually kind of amazing.

Whoa, is that...

It's Jane.

Do you believe her?

Of course.

Something feels off.

We erased her memory
and then sent her

into a lion's den.

She was kidnapped and tortured
for three months.

I'd be a little off, too.

My sister's still
in there... I'm positive.

I'm not.

Then activate our mole
in the FBI.

Have them tell you.

No... not yet.

It's too dangerous.
Everyone will be watching.

Do it too soon, and we
risk burning them for later,

when we really need them.

For now, that's the ace
we need to hold onto.

Don't worry.

It won't be long now.

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(man)
Greg, move your head!