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Jane... you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

Do you remember who we are?

Of course I do. What happened?

All I remember is going after Ivy.

She set off one of the ZIP bombs.

You sealed yourself in to contain it.

Wait...

I got ZIPped again?

Then how...
how do I remember all of you?

Since we've been hunting
these things, I've been

working on a pretty powerful antidote

just in case
this happened to one of us.

You were dosed about an hour ago,

and it looks like it worked.

Did we get Ivy?

No, but we did get her bombs.

And every badge in America
is on her now.

We got this covered, we will find her.

Dr. Horne is gonna come in,
run some basic tests,

just to make sure
everything is back to normal.

Thank you.

That was outstanding work.

You saved us all from a level of chaos

I don't think anyone will
ever truly comprehend.

The president wanted me to express

the nation's deep gratitude.

Well, you can tell the nation
you're welcome.

We're just glad to be back.

Now that Ivy doesn't have her bombs,

we believe she's going to
attempt to flee the country...

I'm gonna stop you.

I've already been briefed.

Rich has been talking to some
of his dark web contacts.

We don't have anything
concrete yet, but...

Kurt?

We have our top people on this.

We're your top people.

Not anymore.

I don't understand.

She's not giving us our jobs back.

You've all been through a lot,
but so has The Bureau.

This office has had its fill
of tumult and aspersions.

We need a reset.

A new director. A new beginning.

Which for us means an ending.

I've spoken to the U.S. Attorney,

and she's approved
immunity deals for all of you.

And that's, uh...

That's really all I can offer.

A clean slate.

A fresh start.

But you can never work

for the U.S. government ever again...

FBI or otherwise.

- Director...
- This comes from the president, Kurt.

I'm sorry...

It's over.

No, you know what?
It's good, it's good.

They don't want us
to come back, that's fine.

I didn't even wanna
come back to this place.

For what, to toil away
in some windowless room?

Narrowly escape death every week?

Nah, son, I'm not gonna miss
this place at all, right?

I'm gonna miss it too.

No, I said... that's now what I said.

I said I'm not going to miss it.

I was really happy when I took

my two-year sabbatical.

I think it's gonna be a bit
of an adjustment for you.

But I definitely think
it's time to move on.

Did you not hear me?

I said I'm happy to be leaving here.

Seems like I'm more prepared
to move on than you are.

I mean, yeah, physically I'm here,

but mentally I am nowhere to be found.

What... you said you're
gonna go back to Wizardville

and make another couple billion or...

I don't know, maybe start a nonprofit.

Teach kids to code or something.

- Hmh...
- I don't know.

Have you ever heard
of the Newtonian Device?

The alchemy device Isaac Newton

supposedly created
to turn lead into gold?

That's not a real thing.

My research says differently.

I believe he hid the device
before he died

to keep it from falling
into the wrong hands.

Now, this might sound crazy,

but I've unearthed
a cryptic message in his...

- I'm in.
- What?

You wanna follow an ancient clue trail

to unearth Isaac Newton's
top secret gold-making machine?

- Yeah, I'm in.
- You... just...

are... I...

Sounds really, really fun,
where do we start?

- Antarctica.
- Hey! You should see this.

Excuse me, that's not
our problem anymore.

My friend and I here are
about to spin off

into a grand series
of primetime adventures

that you really must see...

No no no, that's gonna have to wait.

This is very not good.

I'm so sorry, Kurt.

I know how much you loved being FBI.

Don't be.

We've got immunity.

Clean slates.

We can go anywhere.

I mean, we can be...

Anything that we wanna be.

Well, Allie and Bethany are
finally back in Colorado.

- Mm-hmm.
- We could go there.

And work on growing our little family.

That doesn't sound like work to me.

I... ugh, sorry, sorry,

I promise that will not happen again.

What is it?

It's bad.

Ivy's not fleeing the country.

All right? She's planning
one final attack.

- What?
- We found the manifest

for the ZIP storage facility.

It listed an inventory of 30 canisters.

We only recovered 29.

She got away with one of the ZIP bombs.

Hey, wait...

- Hang on.
- Step aside. We need to get on this.

My team knows Ivy and ZIP better
than anyone in this building.

Anyone in the world.

It would take hours
to bring new agents up to speed.

Hours that you don't have.

If Ivy is gonna make
one last Hail Mary play,

she's not gonna wait around,

this is gonna happen very, very fast.

This isn't some merc
that Madeline has hired.

This is a Dabbur Zann terrorist,

committed to destroying America.

She's gonna set that bomb off
somewhere in the city,

and the results are
gonna be apocalyptic.

You have to put us back in play.

You and your team,

can see this one last case,

through to the end.

But I'm not just
setting you loose again.

We do this, we do it by the book.

- Understood.
- Yeah.

Now...

- What do we know?
- We don't know much.

All right, this is
Ivy's last known location.

NYPD has closed every port
out of New York,

but it's been hours,
she could be anywhere.

She has everything she needs.

She could leave these canisters
anywhere in the city

and set them off right now...
what is she waiting for?

I have some idea,

I've been continuing to monitor

Ivy's communications
through the Beaconer device,

that Ice Cream gave us.

Wait, what was that in English?

Uh, I...

She has been texting with local
bomb-maker Jesse Thomas.

She wants to meet up ASAP.

Yeah, but why?

She already has a
chemical dispersion device.

She's trying to amplify
the blast radius.

Right now, she only has
one canister of ZIP,

but if you put that together
with the right kind of explosives...

You get a ZIP dirty bomb.

And the entire city gets Jane Doe'd.

We'll never be able to locate Ivy.

She's too good, too careful.

But if she's meeting with Thomas,

we might be able
to pinpoint his location.

Okay...

Got it.

Thomas's phone is bouncing

between a bunch of
cell towers in Manhattan.

He's within this two-mile radius.

He's here.

How can you know that for sure?

Multiple outs if things get hairy.

Isolated but within striking distance

to several congested targets.

If I were Ivy, that's where I'd meet.

So, you don't know that for sure?

I'm telling you,
that is where they are.

That's good enough for me.

Whoa, whoa...

No, no!

I am not sending a full tac team

to a random part of town on a hunch.

There will be hundreds of civilians

around there this time of day.

Boost the signal, narrow the location,

once we know for sure, and only then,

can you move out.

Jane?

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, it's...

it's just a headache.

I'm gonna see Doc Horne for some pills.

The time is out of joint,
o cursèd spite

that ever I was born to set it right.

Hey, sis.

- No.
- Yeah.

Here we are again on the brink

of a cataclysmic event
that only you can stop?

How many is that now?

I... I've lost count.

Odd, though,
that you always seem to find yourself

right in the center of the chaos.

At a certain point,
you have to start to wonder

if you're the one causing it.

- Roman...
- Who are we fighting today?

Ivy? The Dabbur Zann?

'Cause it seems like just a moment ago,

you were trying
to bring down a corrupt FBI.

Before that, it was me, Hank Crawford,

our mother, Sandstorm, and before that,

it was...

The corrupt FBI again.

I'm getting dizzy trying
to keep it all straight.

Who's good, who's bad.

Not you, though, right?

No matter what the maelstrom,

you can always see true north.

What a comfort that must be.

Am I dying?

Is that why I'm seeing you again?

I would assume so.

At the very least, this uh...

Antidote Patterson came up with,

does not seem to be working that great.

Oh, my God.

You were right back there, by the way.

Ivy is exactly where you think she is.

And it won't take her long to integrate

the explosive device

with the weaponized ZIP canister.

We need to go there
right now and stop her.

- You're not real.
- Yeah, I'm also not wrong.

Your...

Your new boss, your team,

they don't know what
it's like to be ZIPped.

We do.

We need to fix this.

Since when do you sit on the sidelines,

waiting for permission?

You're Alice Kruger,

Remi Briggs, Jane Doe.

You're the only one who can stop them.

You're always the only one.

So, come on, sis, what do you say?

Let's go save the day one last time.

I know where Ivy is.

Of course you do.

But how?

And Grigoryan was right,

there's no way to
actually know for sure

with the information I have.

Something about it just feels so,

solid, and tangible.

So certain.

Because uncertainty terrifies you.

This life you've created,

requires you to make
life and death decisions

every hour of every day.

If you started
to second-guess yourself,

you'd completely unfurl.

I'm starting
to second-guess myself now.

Well, you're also
talking to a dead person,

which I would argue is unfurling.

In your line of work,

certainty is just another
word for recklessness.

It allows a false sense of confidence

that blinds you to some
very real dangers.

Maybe that's why so
many people you love just...

Keep dying around you.

Like me, for instance.

I never really loved you.

Are you certain?

There she is.

Well, it took her long enough.

We've been waiting for you.

We have that last piece
of intel you requested.

What?

We're ready to proceed.

Target location's been greenlit.

All the security cameras disabled,

just like you asked.

No, I didn't ask you to do it.

Of course you did.

This is all you.

The tattoos, the memory wipe,

sending you to Kurt Weller.

This is your idea.

- Your plan.
- No...

You did this to yourself.

I know I did, but I...

It was a mistake.

It's... It's no mistake.

I know you think you're doing
this to save the country,

to save democracy,

but you're terrorists.

You're going to destroy
people's lives, kill people.

And how many people have you killed

in the name of justice?

A badge doesn't make
your actions moral,

it just makes them legal.

Yeah, that's what I've been
trying to tell her.

There are no bad guys,

no good guys, just...

- Different perspectives.
- No, stop!

- This is wrong.
- What are you gonna do?

Arrest us?

And if you ever were a real FBI agent,

you certainly aren't one now.

Tasha, we've got a problem.

- Ivy?
- Jane. She's missing.

She didn't make it to the doctors.

Did you try her phone?

She left it in her locker.

Why would she...

You don't think she's going after Ivy

- on her own?
- Yes, I do.

She's gonna need backup.

Well, let's head to the
coordinates she liked.

See if we can find her.

No matter what those other guys say,

me dying wasn't your fault.

Whoa, eyes on the road now.

Reade, I'm losing it.

Losing it or finally figuring it out?

Just because you're hallucinating

doesn't mean you're wrong.

You know what these are,
you've fought with them before.

But the things that Roman said, Oscar...

...are manifestations
of your self-doubt.

This is it.

She's around here somewhere, isn't she?

Yes, she is.

How do I know that?

How can I be so sure?

You know what makes you a great agent?

Your instincts.

But this is, more than just instincts.

I have everything I need
at the cathedral at Ludlow.

Ivy's bomb-maker is in Manhattan,

so triangulation is a nightmare.

Thomas's cell signal is bouncing
all around the skyscrapers,

making it hard to pin down.

I'm gonna miss this.

This could very well be the last time

we ever triangulate a cell signal.

- Focus!
- What?

I can be sentimental,

and still drill down on a signal,
I mean, this is it!

The last mission, the big finish,

the grand finale,
the final curtain call...

I've got it to within a block.

The last time I'll ever hear those

speedy little fingers
echoing in this...

Needlessly tall and cavernous space.

- Got it.
- The last "got it."

- Please shut up...
- The last "please shut up"!

You got something?

Thomas is at the Ludlow
Street Cathedral.

Surprisingly close
to where Jane said he'd be.

Wait, where are you guys?

En route, we're five away.

- Careful.
- I got it.

Do you think this is big enough?

Trust me, when this goes off,

the city won't know what hit it.

This much concentrated ZIP dispersed

this widely over Manhattan?

That's not all they won't know.

Jane!

Did you bring the rings?

These two finally figured it out.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I'm sorry I killed you.

We all make mistakes.

What is this?

What's happening?

A glimpse of what could've been.

The path you're on is only one

in an infinite variation
of possible outcomes.

Oh, we got some bad bounces.

So now all of this is
just your brain misfiring,

trying to give you some happy endings

as it starts to shut down.

Tear it all down!

Tear it all down!

All right, come on, come on!

We gotta get out of the city.

Everything comes with us.

We leave no trace.

You again.

Where's Ivy?

You just missed her.

You're all under arrest.

We used to think

that you were a weapon that we made.

You know, an Orion special project

that we lost control of,

the sins of the past,

what have you.

You didn't make me.

Yeah, no kidding.

We forge weapons of precision.

You're napalm.

Everywhere you go,

a trail of destruction
lays out behind you,

and anyone dumb enough
to get too close,

eventually gets burnt.

That's not true.

Jane?

What's not true?

- Nothing.
- Who were you talking to?

It's happening again, isn't it?

It's the ZIP.

You're hallucinating.

This antidote Patterson created

is actually pretty ingenious.

I just think the dosing is off.

The amount she gave
you would have worked,

for almost anyone else,
but you've been exposed

to such heavy amounts
of ZIP in the past

that it wasn't enough.

We just need to flood your system,
and you'll be fine.

So I'm not dying.

We get enough of
Patterson's cocktail in you,

and you'll lead a long, happy life.

Let me just prep it with the team.

- Thank you.
- Thanks, doc.

Hmm?

Ivy got away.

- I mean, you need to...
- No.

I'm not going anywhere.

Kurt, the team needs you.

I'm okay...

Go.

Okay, boss.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Jane okay?
- She will be.

Where are we?

Ivy's in the wind, Thomas is dead,

and his goons aren't talking,

but the cathedral wasn't a total bust.

Yeah, uh, based on some

of Thomas's notes that we found there,

we know that the device is C4-based,

and approximately 18x29.

We also found a lot
of metal shavings and shrapnel.

We've sent it to the lab for analysis.

So, we don't have anything?

It's a lot of breadcrumbs,

but we will figure out where they lead.

Okay, if Ivy sets this off in Manhattan,

what're we looking at?
How many people affected?

Uh, well, we're probably looking

at hundreds or thousands of fatalities

from the initial blast,

but in terms of the ZIP fallout,

that's kind of hard to say,

it all sort of depends on location,
speed of wind,

- whether there's any...
- Ballpark it, Rich.

Millions.

Millions of people will
lose their memories.

My God.

All right, now we just

let the antidote do its job.

You know I only ever
wanted to help you, right?

No, you didn't.

You manipulated me for over a year.

No, I manipulated Jane Doe,

under direct orders from Remy Briggs.

I had Remy's best interests,
your best interests,

at heart the whole time.

I believed in the mission.

Sandstorm was a terrorist organization.

What does that mean?

The U.S. government almost killed you

in an unlawful drone attack.

I saved you.

A decision which ended up
getting my wife killed.

We both agreed,

that something drastic
needed to be done,

that real change needed to be made.

You mean vengeance carried out.

That was never the central tenet.

People got hurt, yes.

But that was merely a byproduct.

Our methods were severe, but...

Our goals were just.

I'm sure that's exactly what
the U.S. government thought

when they bombed you,

bombed my wife.

We're no different to them.

These ghosts you consider enemies,

they thought they could make
the world a better place.

Their methods were severe,
but their goals,

were just.

They were evil.

You're not listening to me or them.

Isn't it possible that
you are having these visions

because your brain is trying
to tell you something?

It's the perfect place to set it off.

I heard their plan.

Ivy and Thomas.

That's why they ZIPped me.

And that's why I knew
they would be in the cathedral.

Correct.

Does that also mean I know

where Ivy's planning to
use the last ZIP bomb?

It does, but when they ZIPped you,

I'm afraid that information
was jumbled and shuffled

with some of your deeper
and darker memories.

If you want to protect your present,

you must engage with your past.

We have that last piece
of intel you requested.

We need to stop
demonizing our adversaries.

If we listen to them,

perhaps we can learn from them.

What's happening?

It's Patterson's antidote.

- It's ridding your system of the ZIP.
- No...

Without these hallucinations,
I'll never be able to recover the intel.

Ivy is insane.

- If I don't stop her, then...
- Then what?

Then it'll all be over.

Look around you.

There are more things
in heaven and earth, Jane,

than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Wait.

What are you doing?

I know what Ivy's target is.

- I'm sorry, I don't...
- It's just...

The ZIP jumbled it all up.

Ivy's drop location is
somewhere inside my brain,

and I just... I need more time

with the hallucinations to find it.

You don't have any time,

these hallucinations
are a direct symptom of the ZIP

that's currently killing you.

- You said I'd be fine.
- Yes.

If we administer the
antidote immediately.

And if we don't?

It's just gonna get worse and worse.

The longer we wait to
administer the antidote,

the less chance you have of surviving.

So be it.

Jane...

Your nose.

What does this mean?

Gordon said you were trying
to tell me something.

What does what mean?

Your, your nosebleed?

Nas...

Hey.

- You can see her too?
- What...

Yeah, of course I can see her.

Are you okay?

Yeah...

Yeah, I just have a headache.

Here, all our NSA files
on your bomb-maker.

Mind if I stick around,

- and help out?
- Thank you,

we're gonna need all
the help we can get.

I'll take you to the lab...

- Coming?
- Yeah...

Yeah, I just have to, uh,

take care of something first.

Your bomb-maker,

Jesse Thomas, has a number of aliases:

Craig Blasucci,

K. K. Hawkey, Joe Timbur,

and, most importantly,
Benjamin Paisley Grey.

Sounds like a really fancy tea.

Yeah, now this one,
he used to get a job

at the New York City
Public Works Department.

This guy could have unique access

to city uniforms, vehicles,

the entire subway grid.

I can narrow that down.

Uh, we tested the shrapnel

recovered from the church,

and the metals are found
in thousands of materials,

but if we narrow the search query,

to reflect materials
found in public works,

it narrows us down
to a few dozen results.

Sewers, subway grates, traffic lights.

It's a good thing there
aren't a lot of those

- in the city.
- Yeah.

Wait a minute.

Those measurements
that Thomas left behind,

we're assuming that they were

for a rectangular-shaped bomb.

But the math should work
for a cylinder, right?

Nas, you beautiful genius.

Why? I don't get it.

I do!

The shape of the bomb,
the metallic shrapnel,

the fact that this guy's
a city worker...

Oh, no.

Am I the only one
who's not getting this?

He retrofitted the bomb to fit inside

a New York City trash can.

All right, so how many
garbage cans in the city

match those dimensions?

Let's see here.

About 23,000 or so.

So it's a needle in a haystack?

Maybe the last needle in a haystack...

Please stop!

Stop it.

- Back to arrest us?
- No.

- Back to join us, then?
- No.

I know you all thought

you were trying to do the right thing,

trying to make a better world.

That the ends would justify the means.

Oh, good, a lecture.

But you never got to the end.

All you had was means.

The lives you destroyed,

all the destruction
you left in your wake.

Remy, in a war, you have...

I don't care.

Doesn't all have to be about the end.

The means matter,
how you get there matters.

Sis, you're still not listening
to what we're saying.

Then you listen.

If you wanna help me, then help.

But no one else can get hurt.

You might. You might get hurt.

He's right...

The longer this takes,
the more chances the ZIP has

of taking you out.

I know.

So, are you gonna show
me what I came here for?

Or not?

Come take a look.

See what you think.

Once we do this,

we could be permanently erased.

Everything you are,
everything you could be,

can cease to exist.

I know.

But it's the only way.

Times Square's
the perfect place to set it off.

I know where the bomb is.

All right, everyone fan out.

Search all the trash cans.

And if you do find something,

then don't cause a panic.

Radio it in immediately.

Got it? Go.

Are you sure

you don't remember exactly
where in Times Square?

No, it could be anywhere.

Ivy's right.

This is the perfect location.

Mid-town, subway, a lot of tourists.

The ZIP could be dispersed

across this entire island
in less than an hour.

We need to find it.

We will.

She crawled out
of that bag in Times Square.

Ice cream!

You scream, I scream,

we all scream for ice cream.

Ice cream.

Ma'am! Is this your trash can?

I've got it.

I'm in Duffy Square.

I've got Ivy.

She had a detonator, I don't think

she triggered it, though.

Excuse me, excuse me, coming through!

Excuse me!

Look, the bomb has a backup timer.

Tasha, clear Times Square.

Now.

Where the hell is the bomb squad?

That's a good question.

Patterson? How're we doing?

This Thomas guy is good,

the wiring on the
bomb is super-intricate,

but if we cut the right wires,

we should be able to defuse it.

I just need a little bit more time.

You got less than three minutes.

Yeah, I know, I know, I know.

Can you just take
a second to appreciate

the inherent beauty
of this particular moment?

Rich, focus.

You know, that's probably the last time

she's ever gonna tell me to
focus while we're defusing a bomb?

Sorry. You were in the
middle of something.

How did it get so late so soon,
am I right?

I'm not gonna miss this.

Oh, yeah you are, and so am I.

What does that say about us?

That we're awesome and cool.

I mean, what does it say,

that I literally can't imagine

my life without doing this?

I mean, can you?

No, not really.

We'll figure something out.

- We have to.
- Oof.

The last time we tried
to lead a quiet life,

our home was attacked by assassins,

and I went on the run

for two years, so...

Second time's a charm.

What if Roman's right?

What if I...

I don't fight chaos?

- What if I create it?
- No.

What if it follows me?

Or what if Carter's right,
and I'm napalm?

I mean, does napalm retire?

Roman's dead.

Carter's dead.

And so whatever your subconscious

is wrestling with,

Jane, you've done a lot of good things.

A hell of a lot more good than bad.

You're allowed to be done.

- We both are.
- Yeah.

Ho, hey...

Whoa, Jane.

What's wrong?

I don't think I have much time left.

I need to get more
antidote before it's too late.

Hey, Patterson,

we need to cut these wires now!

We almost got it.

I mean, when we first
started working together,

we were like oil and water,
constantly at odds,

and now look at this, perfect unison!

You've got 30 seconds!

So which ones, blue or green?

- Blue!
- Green!

Sorry, which ones?

- Green.
- You just said blue.

Yeah, but you're usually right about

these things,
so let's go with what you said.

- Why'd you say blue, though?
- What?

I thought it was blue,
but it's clearly green,

- if that's what you think.
- What do you mean,

it's clearly green,
why would you say blue?

- If it's clearly green?
- What is happening right now?

I'm on your side, we have, like,
15 seconds left.

If you're on my side,
why didn't you say green?

You're smarter than me.
If you think it's green,

it's green.

Ten seconds.

Cut the green wires!

- Got it!
- Simultaneously!

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Nice work.

It's what we do.

Or did, I guess.

- How're you feeling?
- Much better.

Doctor Horne got me
the antidote just in time.

That is a relief.

I know this is bittersweet, but...

Ivy was your last loose end.

I hope you feel you've gotten
some type of closure.

Thank you.

And for letting us...

see this all the way
through to the end.

Of course.

You should all be very proud

of the time you spent here.

The legacy you leave behind
will not be matched.

For good...

And bad.

We thank you for your service.

Well...

That's that.

That's that.

It's been rough these last five years.

Harder than it should've been.

So many ups...

So many downs.

I wouldn't've survived
if it wasn't for you two.

Same.

I would've been okay.

- Rich...
- What?

I'm being real, man, I'm a survivor.

I love you guys.

I love you too.

And...

You.

Somehow.

Wow, way to ruin a really nice moment.

Oh, wow, look who's talking.

Okay.

I love you both very much.

To family.

To family.

I'm Special Agent Kurt Weller.

I'm the lead agent on your case.

Mmmm.

How you holding up?

I'm good.

I think.

Sad.

Happy.

Anxious.

Relieved.

That sounds about right.

I guess it's time to go, huh?

Who says we need to lead a quiet life?

- What?
- In Times Square,

you said to me, the last time,

you tried to lead a quiet life.

Our life, can be whatever we want.

It's time to go make some new memories.

Some happier ones.

Let's move.

All right, people,

we finally have a location

on Jonathan Black and La Hechicera.

Warm up the jet.

We'll need to get a team
to Jakarta yesterday.

- Why do you think that happened?
- Science?

- Yes.
- So great that

Kurt and Jane are
fostering all of these kids.

Yeah, I think my mom's

been looking for kind of a do-over.

She had a rough go as an orphan.

Yeah, plus you being taken from her

as a kid and all.

Right, plus that.

Wait, wait, wait,

The machine makes gold?

We just have to find it first.

- Yeah, we are so close.
- So close.

We just discovered a secret tomb

under a forgotten temple.

Hey.

Hey, uh, more Robuchon potatoes?

- Oh, yes, please.
- Uh, absolutely.

I did not know there were any left.

- Let me take her. Come here.
- Yes.

I need to make a phone call.

I'm vetting a CEO who I am pretty sure

just paid off his mistress.

Tasha Zapata, P.I.

Crime never sleeps, does it, sweetie?

Neither does that one.

We're going on, like, three hours.

What are you thinking?

That we're lucky.

It's a miracle that we're
all sitting here together.

One wrong turn...

Cutting one wrong wire.

Could've gone bad.

So many ways.

So many times.

There's some world somewhere...

where this dinner never happened.

- We did it.
- We did it.

- Yeah, we did.
- We did.

Jane?

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm good.

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