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(music playing over radio)

(muffled grunting)

(Jane)
What is this place?

Why'd you bring me here?

40 years ago you had
to make a pretty decent living

to afford a place
on this lake.

But then people
started getting sick.

Cancer, sterility,
birth defects.

Turns out
a chemical plant up river

had been leaking for years.

They'd known about it
the whole time, of course,

but it was cheaper to up
their campaign contributions

than to repair the damage.

So the people
elected to protect us

looked the other way as...

thousand of families
were destroyed.

I don't--

Lake Aurora
should mean something.

But betrayals like these
are so common now,

they don't even
make the news.

I brought you here because
I need you to get angry again.

I know our methods might
seem barbaric, but this--

this is what
we're fighting against.

We're not attacking
this country.

We're defending it.

What, exactly,
is Shepherd planning?

You're gonna make people
very nervous

with questions like that.

We should get back.

Do you have any idea how many
children Jones could have hurt

over the past two decades?

(machine beeps)

We're having trouble
getting victims

to come in and testify.

(machine beeps)

We'll get him.
I promise.

(machine beeps)

What do you mean
you're not bringing the case?

Jones's lawyers
would tear him apart.

(machine beeps)

You don't remember.

(Reade panting)

Remember what, Freddy?

(Freddy)
You were there.

(panting)

(motor whirring down)

Sorry, I, uh,

I didn't realize
you couldn't have coffee.

Kurt...
I've got some decaf.

Kurt, forget
about the coffee.

Come on, what's up?

Sorry, I, um...

(clears throat)

I don't think I've been
handling this very well.

That's because
you haven't.

(chuckling)

Every time
I think about it, I--

I get, like, a pit
in my stomach.

You get a pit
in your stomach?

I have someone
growing inside me.

And they're gonna
keep growing.

They're probably gonna be
bigger than me one day,

and they're gonna
listen to horrible music.

And they're never gonna
listen to me when I tell them

not to sleep with their science
teacher because what do I know?

I couldn't even
figure out birth control.

Allie... I'm in.

Huh?

I'm in.

Okay.

Okay, that's, um...

This-- this is good.
Come here.

(chuckling)

(giggling)

(knocking on door)

Freddy... hey.

Sorry to just
show up like this.

My phone's still--

No, no, that's why
I gave you my address.

Everything okay?

I hate to ask this,
but, uh,

you think I could
crash here for a bit?

What's going on?
Nothing.

Just had a few...
drinks.

Girlfriend freaked out.

I mean, if it's
too much trouble...

No, no, of course, man.
Come on in.

This place is nice, man.

You need me
to get you some help?

Call somebody?
Your girlfriend?

I'm gonna go
to a meeting.

I just...

All this Coach Jones
stuff has got me all...

I'm gonna go to a meeting.
I promise.

And I appreciate the help.

You're a good friend, man.

(Weller)
I don't buy it.

Buy what? Roman's motives
seem pretty clear to me.

What, he hauls Jane
halfway to Canada

because he wants her
to get angry?

Yeah, why not?

Visual propaganda is an
extremely powerful tool.

If he wants to show her
a polluted lake,

there's some a lot
closer to Manhattan.

From Sandstorm's
point of view,

Jane's been brainwashed
by her exposure to the FBI.

You guys know
I'm standing in this room

with you right now, right?

I looked up what happened there.
Roman was telling the truth.

A poison lake that tore apart
hundreds of families,

while the government
watched and did nothing,

is not "visual propaganda."

It's an outrage.

I'm just saying none
of this is your fault.

You don't
owe him anything.

He needed a couch,
I got a couch.

What's a day gonna hurt?
What?

It's not gonna be a day,
and you know it.

So, we all know
that the honeycomb pattern

on Jane's right hand

is made up of two subtly
different shades of ink.

Last night I was teaching
my Girls Who Code students

when I started to think about
what these two shades

would look like to a computer.

Ones and zeroes.
Yes, Girl Who Codes.

When you follow the pattern
of each shade,

it snakes its way
around the tattoo.

If you count
every left turn as a one

and every right turn
as a zero,

it translates into
two correlating messages.

And the first one
translates to...

3216-219.

So the numbers
translate into more numbers.

That's not
just any number.

That's a Homeland Security
employee ID.

For analyst Bo Kaier,
to be exact.

Office of
Infrastructure Protection.

You said two
correlating messages.

Yeah, well, if you
follow the second line

on the honeycomb pattern,
it translates to "Shadowcat."

Wait, this Kaier guy
is th Shadowcat?

Somebody wanna
fill me in?

Online handle for a hacker
on the Dark Web.

He reached the White House
servers, naval intelligence,

even the Pentagon's
internal networks.

So someone responsible for
protecting our infrastructure

was using their position
to undermine it.

Let's bring him in.

I'll get you
an expedited warrant.

(tires screech)

Reade, go around the back.

On it!

(explosions popping)

I found the servers.

He's using thermite
to destroy the hard drives.

Suspect is armed.

Coming to you, Reade.
Save those hard drives!

Copy.
Copy.

(zapping)

Uhh!

(gunshot)

(both grunting)

Reade. Reade!

Reade!
Uhh!

Reade, enough of that!
Enough!

Enough!

Turn over. Turn over!

Put your hands
behind your back.

Bo Kaier,
you're under arrest.

Get on your knees
and stand up.

Walk.

(Patterson)
Thanks to Jane and Zapata,

these hard drives were
more singed than slagged.

I was able to access
a good portion

of Shadowcat's
main database.

What's this?
His video game collection?

(Patterson)
Yes and no.

Kaier has modified
commercial video games

to simulate some of the most
secure buildings in the country.

The "objective" in each mod
is to heist something.

Ebola vaccines, nuclear
materials, weapon prototypes.

(Reade)
This is the CDC in Atlanta.

There was a robbery
there last year.

Thousands of Ebola vaccines
were stolen.

So Kaier's
recreating heists.

No, this file was created
before the crime happened.

So the game is a training
simulator for robberies.

Exactly... Kaier's using
his classified access

to obtain security measures,

then selling off
these foolproof plans

disguised as playable mods.

But how much can a video game
really teach you?

I mean, that's actually
a very controversial question.

'Cause a lot of people
would argue

that video games
are actually--

The mods are insanely
detailed.

Number of guards
and their weapons,

security cameras,
locked doors,

police response
and procedures.

Right. So that's why none
of the teams were ever caught.

The body counts might have had
something to do with it, too.

Yeah, four dead at the CDC.
Three at a gallery in Miami.

Six at Monera-Gen.

So Kaier's got a lot
of blood on his hands.

And he could have
a lot more.

We found some
new mods, too,

all located
in different cities.

Heists that haven't
happened yet.

Dozens of 'em.

We don't know
when or where.

We're still uncovering the data
from the damaged drives.

(Weller)
We better find out.

Otherwise, the body count's
gonna be a lot higher.

**

Patterson and Zapata have
cracked a couple of the mods.

But, can we quickly
talk about Reade, please?

The guy had a gun.

Reade did what he had to do
to make the arrest.

He broke a suspect's
orbital bone.

Something is going on
with your agent.

He should
sit this one out.

No. He shouldn't.

That is my team,
and that is my call to make.

So make it.

Let's go and see
what Patterson's got.

We're still recovering fragments
from Kaier's hard drives,

but I was able to extract
the last plan Shadowcat sold.

Looks like a heist plan
for New York.

Judging from the partial maps

and antiquities
appearing in the game,

I'm pretty sure
it's the Aebly Museum of Art.

Any idea what
they're targeting?

Unclear, but we've
narrowed down the when.

The game showcases wait staff
serving drinks.

They only do this
during museum events.

So, when's the next event?
It's two days from now.

Fundraising gala.
Guest list is over 200 people.

The museum changes
exhibits next week.

It's a good time
to steal something

before it moves on
to the next city.

And the security roster during
daytime events is a lot lighter.

Well, the party'll
give the thieves

plenty of ways to blend in.

Then we do the same.

We go into this event
undercover.

If the heist crew shows up,
we're there to stop them.

I'll recover what I can
from the mod,

see if I can get a clearer
picture of what they're after.

Good.

Reade. Can I talk
to you for a second?

The guy clocked me in the face.
I was defending myself.

Forget it...
is there something else

going on with you
that I should know about?

Like what?

I'm just sayin'.

If you wanna take
a few days...

I'm good, really.

All right.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

(pats his shoulder)

(approaching footsteps)

Do you need a hand?

Uh... sure.

There you go.
All set.

Thank you.

We're gonna
need these.

Oh, heh. Are we playing
a married couple again?

No.

Inner ear comms.

So that we don't
tip anyone off

we're crashing the party.

Thanks.

(soft classical music)

Museum security
has been put on alert.

Got a lot of ground to cover.

Naz and Patterson,
you're on the first floor.

Jane's on second with me.

Reade, Tasha,
start on the top floor.

Work your way down.

Sucks for you two.

You're gonna miss
the Alexander Calder exhibit.

I'm sure you'll tell us
all about it.

We're not here for the art.

So, everyone, keep your eyes
peeled for something

or someone suspicious.

(spoon clinking on glass)

Ladies and gentlemen,
thank you all for coming.

Every penny we raise tonight

goes directly to clean water
initiatives

all over the world.

Even some right here
in our backyard.

So grab another drink.

Get ready to donate
way more than you should.

(crowd chattering)

(Zapata)
Possible suspect.
Male, 30s.

Headed to a closed exhibit
on the west end.

Headed your way.

(Zapata)
The exhibit's closed.

Get out!

(Reade)
Let's go.
Move.

False alarm, Weller.

(Weller)
Copy.

Stay on them, just in case.

(Zapata)
Copy.

Haven't seen you
at these events before.

It's my first one.

Well, let me be
the first to say welcome.

Oliver Kind.
Jane.

So, are you here
with someone?

Or just happen to have

a passion for fine art
and potable water?

Uh, kind of all three.

Well, if there's anything you'd
like to know about the exhibit,

or the clean water
initiative,

or which bartender here
makes the best martini,

just let me know.

Actually, I do
have a question.

What are you
doing, Jane?

Just keep moving.

I, uh... I've been

doing some reading
on Lake Aurora.

The BLC chemical leak
back in the '60s.

Yeah. Was it really
as bad as they say?

No. No, from what
I remember, it was much worse.

That contamination
happened 50 years ago

and the region's still
struggling to recover.

Mm, that's awful.

Well, lucky we're not learning
anything from our mistakes.

That was a joke.

Oh... I know.

So... why were you
reading about Aurora?

(Weller)
Ahem, sorry to interrupt.

Um, Jane.

There's someone
in the Aztec Room

I'd love you to meet.

Hi, Oliver Kind.

Very good.

Let's go.

My brother isn't great
with people.

Right.

It was nice meeting you.

Well, why don't we
pick this up later?

What was that about?

Blending in.

Just focus
on this mission.

(beeping)

Hey, my techs
just recovered

more parts
of the museum mod.

The basement's integrated
into the game, too,

not just exhibit floors
like I thought.

Maybe they're after
something in storage.

I'm gonna check it out.

(Weller)
We'll meet you down there.

Hey, I'm in the basement.

I'll hold the floor until we can
get security down here.

(gagging and grunting)

(Weller)
FBI!

Put her down!

Patterson...
Hey, hey!
(coughing)

You okay?
Yeah. Go.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Suspect is heading up
the west stairwell.

Suspect is a black female
wearing a black dress.

Short brown hair.

She's gone back
in the museum.

Naz, get museum security
to lock down every exit.

She could be on the run
now that she's been made.

(Naz)
On it.

Damn.

I want everyone
to search for anyone

that's matching
that description.

Or any accomplices
that could be helping her.

(Naz)
Copy that.

Copy.
Copy.

(Patterson)
I'm in the security office.

Trying to find her
on the cameras,

but woman in a black dress
doesn't exactly

set her apart
from this crowd.

Keep me updated.

We've got a body.

Female, late 30s.
Southeast wing.

Okay, change of plans.

Start moving the guests
into secure rooms.

Use the guards.

Do it now.
On it.

We need to get these people
to a secure location.

Okay, right away.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please stay calm
and follow me.

Any luck, Patterson?

No...
(coughing)

She must have been using
a camera scrambler.

All of the feeds around
the stairwell went out
before she exited.

(Weller)
No sign of her anywhere else?

Shadowcat's mod
must have taught her

every place
the cameras don't see.

I got nothing.

Wait, she's using
the scrambler again.

She's headed to the Eye of Man
exhibit, second floor.

(Reade)
Headed there now.

(Zapata)
There, up ahead.

Black female,
short brown hair.

FBI!
Hands where I can see them!

Don't move.
What's going on?

Don't move!

(Zapata)
She's clean.

(Zapata)
He had a scrambler.

(man)
That is not mine!

Turn around.
Don't move.

Do you have
any weapons on you?

No!
Reade.

Do you have
any weapons on you?

That's enough!

I saw this couple
a half-hour ago, okay?

They're clean.
Weller...

she must have planted
the scrambler on a guest

to lure us
in another direction.

Take him downstairs.
I'm gonna continue searching.

Who the hell is this woman?

You don't have to do this.
Let's talk.

Please.
I can make this right.

It's too late for that.

(grunting)

(door handle rattles)

Another victim.

I'm evacuating the building
and calling in NYPD.

I've got eyes on her.

She's going into
the photography exhibit

on the southeast wing.

She's not here.

There's no other exits.

Where'd she go?

(beeping)

Uh, wait.

The game mod shows that
there's an exit

through a sign
on the east wall.

It's a dumbwaiter.
Which room does it go to?

Uh, right up
to the Asian Art wing.

I'm there now.

(both grunting)

Uhh!

Uhh!

**

Jane. You okay?

I'm okay.
It was just a flash-bang.

Come on. Come on.
(grunting)

(Weller)
Team, let's have a lockdown

on the west end
of the building-- now.

I think it's too late
for that.

She's gone.

We pulled DNA
from the oxygen mask

and also found a partial print

on an artifact the suspect
used to attack Jane.

The system's looking
for a match as we speak.

Do we know
where she came from?

The sarcophagus is part
of an upcoming exhibit

on loan from
the Coptic Museum in Cairo.

The day before
it was shipped,

Egyptian customs
reported a break-in.

The guard was drugged
and left unconscious.

And no one there
flagged it?

They did a security check,
and it came up empty.

Nothing went missing.

Who's gonna think
to look inside

a 4,000-year-old coffin
for a stowaway?

That woman specifically
targeted this gala. Why?

I've ID'd the two victims.

This is Bridget Taylor,
and Michael Murphy,

an art scholar
and a restaurateur,

both with ties
to East Africa.

So the game mod wasn't
a blueprint for a heist.

It was for a hit.

And she might not
be done yet.

We might have
forced her to flee
before she was finished.

I'm IDing the guest list,
trying to see

if there are any more
connections to East Africa.

Let me know as soon
as you have something.

Where's Reade?

You're suspending me?
No.

I just want you
to talk to Borden

before you go back
in the field.

The guy a couple days ago
had a gun.

He was resisting arrest.
You broke his face, Reade.

And Naz is telling me
that you roughed up

some old guy
at the museum.

Who's this order
coming from, you or her?

It's not a suspension.

I'm just worried
about you.

That supposed
to make me feel better?

Talk to Borden.

(engine rumbling)

(door slams)

(door creaks)

Where's the rest of it?

This is only half
of what we needed.

The seller couldn't
come up with the rest.

That's unacceptable.

Believe me.
He got the message.

We just have to postpone
until we can get the rest.

No...
we need to strike

while they're still
playing catch-up.

I'll talk to some
of our other suppliers.

See what we can
come up with.

Why did you take
your sister to Lake Aurora?

You're keeping tabs
on me now?

Stop giving me
reasons to.

I'm worried we're only
showing her the worst of us.

That's not
your call to make.

She's forgotten you,
forgotten me,

forgotten why we're
doing this in the first place!

I wanted to show her what she's
making all these sacrifices for.

Where it all started.

Did you tell her
everything?

No, but you need to.

How can you expect her
to claw her way back here

if she's got nothing
to hold onto?

What do you got?

Aren't we gonna
wait for Reade?

No.
What do you got?

Uh... we got a hit
on a partial print.

(Zapata)
That's definitely her.

The suspect's name
is Elizabeth Gubara.

A Sudanese national
with ties to a terror group

responsible for several attacks
from Kenya to Yemen.

(Jane)
Are they active in the US?

(Naz)
Not until now--
Gubara is the first

confirmed member
of the group to
cross our borders.

All right, have we got any leads
on other potential targets?

Yes, Charles Kessler.
He was also at the gala.

He's a State Department suit
who's been coordinating

relief efforts throughout
the horn of Africa.

So we cross-referenced
his travel history

with the two victims.

Several of his itineraries
line up perfectly with theirs.

So they all
knew each other.

But the question is,
what did they do

to end up in
Elizabeth's crosshairs?

Where is Kessler now?

His phone's off and his office
doesn't know where he is.

All I have
is a home address.

Keep trying to reach him.

We gotta find him
before Elizabeth does

and we got another dead body
on our hands.

(Weller)
FBI!

Put your weapon down.
Put it down!

Completely surrounded.
And no other options.

Put it down.

Put it down!

I checked the perimeter.
She's alone.

Give me your hands.
(handcuffs snapping)

Was Kessler
the last target?

What's your cell's
mission?

These isolated attacks,
or part of a bigger plan?

There is no cell.

I'm CIA!

**

Edgar, I understand that
you'd rather not be here,

but Assistant Director Weller
has asked me to evaluate you

before you resume
active duty.

I've got
nothing to say.

I was told that you broke

a suspect's orbital bone
two days ago.

How many times
do I have to say this?

He had a gun, and he was
resisting arrest.

I also looked over
your record.

You've never injured

a suspect in custody
before, not once.

And now,
you've injured two.

The old man
got a couple of bruises.

I hardly call that
"injured."

You asked me recently
about repressed memories.

You said it
was for a case.

Was it?

No.

Have you recovered
a memory of trauma?

I've been trying to put together
a case against Coach Jones.

The football coach
from Hudson, hm.

The one accused of...

Yeah, I went to his camp
as a kid.

A friend of mine, Freddy,

was one of his victims.

Freddy told me I was
one of his victims, too.

But you don't remember?

No.

I remember pizza parties,
practices...

There's also
some gaps there,

big ones...

where I don't remember
much of anything.

Well, childhood trauma
can affect the way

the brain stores memories.

Young victims of abuse
often cope

by disassociating
from the event.

Which means that the memories
of the abuse are forgotten

and often only recalled
much later in life.

But I don't recall them.

But you do
recall the gaps.

Now, I can't help but think
that the fear and frustration

of not knowing is precisely
what's causing these sudden,

uncontrollable bouts of anger.

I-- I just want answers.

And hopefully,
I can help you get them.

But I need you to know
there is always a chance

that you will never
know for certain

what did or didn't
happen to you.

And sometimes that's
the hardest part.

I was deep cover.

Infiltrated a terrorist
camp in Northern Sudan

for over three years.

Charles set up my cover.

Still no luck
tracking down Charles.

Patterson said she'd let us
know if she gets a hit.

(Jane)
Was Charles your handler?

Since my first year
out of Langley.

And what about...
Michael Murphy?

Bridget Taylor?

Agency go-betweens.

They were supposed to be
using the intel I was getting

to dismantle
the terror network.

Instead, they were using it
to turn profit.

Why not just report them
to their superiors at the CIA?

I tried.
About a year ago.

Charles got wind of it,
burned me with the agency.

Wiped my identity
from the system.

It was like
I never existed.

Couple clicks,
I was on my own.

Went from playing a terrorist
to actually being one.

And you had...
no one else to go to?

No family?

Just my husband.

I tried reaching out
to him and...

they killed him.

And my daughter.

Meridia.

(crying)
She was 14.

I'm gonna go
check on something.

(Weller)
If they killed
your family a year ago,

why wait until now
to go after them?

Charles burned me.

He outed me
to the terror cell.

They held me captive
for nine months.

But you escaped.

Just barely.

When I finally
got to safety,

I started planning
my next move.

I knew Charles,
Michael, Bridget...

used the museum charity gala
as their annual meeting.

(Weller)
What are your people saying?

Is she really
an operative or not?

There's no record of her

working for either
directorate to the CIA,

or any other
intelligence agency.

Well, that doesn't
mean anything.

Yeah... she said
they'd erased her.

There's no record of
my time in the military,

or of my torture
at that black site.

This is different.

She would have been part
of sanctioned CIA operations

before being burned.

There'd be a paper trail
of some kind,

but so far,
we've found nothing.

Then you need
to look harder,

because she's telling
the truth.

(phone buzzing)

It's Patterson.

She's got something.

Turns out the two victims'
travel and investment portfolios

were backed by shell companies
that siphon money

from government accounts.

Definitely not an art scholar
or a restaurateur.

So Elizabeth was right.
They're all spies.

It looks like it.

And Charles Kessler's
State Department job

is a classic official CIA cover.

Vague, boring job title,
vague, boring job description.

Any luck
tracking him down?

He hasn't used his cell phone
or his credit card

since the museum,

and no hits on any
of his vehicles, either.

He's laying low.

Well, probably smart
when a trained killer

with a grudge is after you.

When Elizabeth mentioned
that she had a daughter,

I remembered something
I saw on the laptop

we took from Charles's house.

Who's the girl?

No idea, that's why
I wanted to check it out.

But, according to his records,
he doesn't have a daughter.

My God.
That's Meridia.

How is this possible?

They sent me photos
from the morgue.

A death certificate.

They must have
faked them.

(Weller)
We pulled some school records

for a girl named
Anne Sturz.

She transferred to a school
in Queens around the same time

that you said
your daughter was killed.

And before that,
Anne Sturz didn't exist.

(Zapata)
Charles basically
put Meridia

into his own personal
witness protection

with no connection
to you.

Why would he
take her at all?

Because Meridia
is his daughter.

Care to elaborate on that?

It was my first op--
Bogota.

Charles and I
had an affair.

I got pregnant.

I never told him
or my husband the truth.

Apparently Charles
figured it out.

That certainly explains
why he kept her alive.

Charles was a family friend
Meridia's entire life.

She'd have no reason
not to trust him.

If Meridia's with Charles,
he won't just be laying low.

No... he'll be
trying to get Meridia

as far away from her
as possible.

Please, you have
to find her.

Once we took the search
parameters off Charles

and focused on the daughter,
we got a hit.

Not a lot of 15-year-olds
are taking last-minute flights

out of the country.

A private jet to Mexico City
out of Teterboro

was just hired
by a Larry and Sophie Morris,

but it was paid for
by the same shell company

that was paying
Michael and Bridget.

Flight leaves
in less than an hour.

Let's move.

(jet engine humming)

(police siren blaring)

Get in the car
and get down.

I'm not gonna
let them hurt you.

(tires screeching)

(Weller)
FBI! Show me your hands!

(gunshots)

(sobbing)
Daddy!

(Weller)
Meridia!

You can come out now!

We're FBI!
It's safe to get out of the car.

Duck!

Down!

What do we do?

(gunshots)

We can't return fire
on a 15-year-old.

Meridia!
We're here to help!

Yeah, I don't think
she believes us.

(Weller)
Meridia!

Stop shooting at us
so we can talk!

You mean so you can shoot me,
like you shot my dad?

Look, we're here
to bring you to your mom.

She wants to see you.

My mother's dead!

(gunshot)

No, she's alive.

She's at our office
right now, Meridia.

You're lying!

(Weller)
No! We're not!

She's alive!

(gunshot, shattering glass)

(grunts)

Your mother risked her life
so she could see you again.

Then where is she?!

My dad told me she was dead!
He showed me photos!

I'd be dead, too, if he didn't
hide me from people like you!

Why would he lie to me?
He loved me!

I know... this doesn't
make any sense right now.

But it is possible
to lie to someone

and still love them
very much.

(panting)

Jane... Jane.

Look... I know this
is all very confusing.

And it's...

It's hard to know
what's right or wrong

and who's telling the truth
and who isn't.

But if there's even a chance
that your mother's alive...

...wouldn't you want
to know for sure?

Put the gun down.

Okay?

Let us take you home.

That's right.

It's okay.

All right.

I want to see my mom.

Okay, we can do that.

All right.
Here we go.

See?

Come on.

**

(sobbing)

Doesn't seem right.

We bring her in, just so
she can watch her mother

get marched off
to prison.

Patterson contacted
Meridia's grandmother.

She's gonna take her.

I wonder what kind
of life she's gonna have.

Everyone she's ever loved
has lied to her.

You don't
get over that.

This is exhausting.

You don't trust me.
They don't trust me.

And if I'm being honest,
I don't trust the FBI.

And I don't trust Sandstorm,
so I'm stuck here

in the middle with no one--

J-Jane...
I didn't mean that.

Yeah... you did.

(pager beeping)

I have to go.

(knocking)

Oh... Freddy, right?

Y-Yeah.

Do I know you?

I'm Reade's partner.

Is he here?

Hasn't been back
all day.

Are you having a party?

Just saying good-bye
to some old friends.

I know you've been
through a lot.

But this is a hard time
for Reade, too.

Maybe you should
find somewhere else

to work through this.

Not a problem.

Say good-bye for me,
will you?

(phone ringing)

(car alarm chirps)

Is it true?
What are you
talking about?

You know what
I'm talking about.

If what those two boys
said is really true,

I'll find out, I'll find you,
and I'll put you away myself.

Can I come in?

Not if you're
gonna say something

that's gonna stop me
from enjoying this scotch.

I was hoping you'd
pour me one.

What?
I'm still
trying to decide

whether that's gonna stop me
from enjoying the scotch.

Well, why don't you pour
while you think.

What are we doing here?

Wanted to show you this.

My family practically
lived in that lake.

My brother and I
learned how to swim

before we could walk.

We'd fish,
catch our dinner.

Go skinny-dipping
at night.

It was like growing up
in the Garden of Eden.

Until we started
to get sick.

My mother was first.

And quick.

My father died
much more slowly.

And after a lot of years
in pain.

When my brother...
was 25...

...they removed a tumor
the size of a...

a baseball
from his lung.

We thought he'd beat it.

He didn't.

I survived.

But, at 17...

they removed
my ovaries.

When I found you two
in South Africa,

I thought I was saving
your lives.

But the truth is...

you saved mine.

Before we wiped
your memory,

we all agreed that you
shouldn't know anything

but what was operationally
necessary, but...

we were wrong.

(sniffles)

You need to know us.

Where we came from.

Where you came from.

Lake Aurora.

That was...
the beginning.

And what we're
about to do...

will be the end.

**

(man)
Get out!

I just need a second.

(man)
I'm not talking.

I don't need you to talk,
I need you to listen.

I've got a job for you.
Off the books.

So what do you say,
"Shadowcat"?

You interested?

That's why I always
like to be the first one
through the door.

Adrenaline junkie.

Yeah, no.

Maybe.

I can't expect
anyone on my team

to do something that
I wouldn't do myself.

And, when it
comes down to it,

I'd rather it be me
than one of them.

Control freak.

Wait a min--
Why do you do that?

What?
Take something good,

and see the bad in it.

I'm just analyzing
the raw data.

And what about you?

You seem pretty
fearless out there.

I'm a Pakistani-born
Hindu woman

working in
American intelligence.

I had to be fearless,
or...

I'd never make it
up the ladder.

Hindus can drink?

Hindus can do
a lot of things.

But I'm only about
as much Hindu

as you are Catholic.

How'd you know
I was Catholic?

I'm NSA,
I know everything.

Except for how to mind
your own business.

(giggles)

What else do you
know about me?

What's that
Kurt Weller file look like?

I thought you said you want
to enjoy that scotch.

Now you have
to tell me.

No, this...
this, you should see.

I never met our informants
inside Sandstorm,

only communicated through
a series of dead drops.

They gave us solid intel
but claimed to not have access

to high-level
planning details.

A foot soldier
who grew a conscience.

Mm, something like that.

But about six months ago,
they went dark.

But not before leaving
one last message:

that you are a major piece
of Sandstorm's plan.

It's not much
of a revelation.

My name is tattooed
on Jane's back.

They used my connection
to Taylor Shaw to control me.

Yes... but this goes
deeper than that.

The source
smuggled this out.

(military band playing)

Liberty Military Academy.

**

(man on video)
Cadet Kurt Weller.

**

(sound shuts off)

Sandstorm's been watching you
for over 20 years.

**

(man)
Greg, move your head!