All language subtitles for Blindspot.S04E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

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Aiko's on the move,
and she's bringing company.

Copy that. I'm in position.

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Sorry.

[Patterson speaking
purposely bad Japanese]
Good day!

I would please like drink...

What kind of criminal
wants to meet in a place

that confiscates guns?

You, apparently.
Mm.

This was not my idea.
If I had my way,

I'd be shacked up in
a love hotel right now,

eating Hi-Chews
off a freshly-waxed--

This is Yakuza
neutral territory.

Aiko and her men
will be unarmed too.

Yeah, well, what about
those guys up there, huh?

House security,
pistols only.

I don't like it.
It's like the time we went

to Sho Ahktar's
penthouse party "sans guns."

I think we all remember what
happened there, am I right?

Oh, my God! You don't
remember, do you?

Bits and pieces. But with
the ZIP poisoning, I--

Great, I'm on a
complicated off-books heist

with the guy from "Memento."

I remember the plan, Rich.
It's not complicated.

First, Patterson
plays tourist...

Smooth? Uh...

Oh, can I see that bottle,
actually?

Getting the bartender to
hand her a particular bottle

so she can attach
a small electromagnetic
listening device.

Then, Aiko Matsuo arrives
to meet "Simon North,"

American businessman-turned-
traitor played by you.

Aiko accepts the sword as
payment for the CIA Noc list
she thinks you're here for,

a list that she will retrieve
from a super-secure safe,

and once she does,
Patterson's EM device

will pick up
the combination.

Once Aiko leaves,
Reade creates a diversion,

giving Patterson time
to re-open the safe

and grab what we
really came here for,

Roman's fourth data cache.

Here.

Man, I know Roman had
a few screws loose,

no disrespect to the dead,
but hiding these things

in the most dangerous
places in the world

is a real "screw you" from
beyond the grave, you know?

These caches were like
his back-up hard drive

in case something
happened to him.

He needed them secure

so they didn't fall
into the wrong hands.

Granted, but it's been three
months since Roman died,

and getting them into the
right hands is proving
to be a real cluster-cuss.

Aiko's here.

They're unarmed.
So far, so good.

Remember, you're Simon North,
respectful businessman.

Don't blow this.

Simon, your Japanese
is good.

Aiko, your English
is better.

Before we complete
our transaction,

may I suggest
a friendly game of Go?

Why is she stalling?

Are you familiar
with the rules?

Of Go? Intimately.

We don't want to miss
your flight, Mr. North.

Don't worry.
This'll be quick.

Yes. It will.

An unusual opening move.

Arigato. That was not a compliment.

You need to lose this game

and quickly.

Keep your mind
on the mission, Rich.

Did you know, there are
more potential moves in Go

than there are atoms
in the galaxy?

The universe, actually.

Go is more complex
than chess,

more nuanced than
the finest Gewuürztraminer.

That's German wine.
Exactly.

Which is why a computer

has never bested
a true human master.

Well, that's not
entirely accurate.

I don't like this.

Tank the game, and let's
get out of here, Rich.

Come on. A machine has bested

a human master at Go.
It was more of a beat-down,

if we're being
semantically correct.

You see, a machine
is only as good

as the man who programs it.

Or woman.

There are plenty of
talented female programmers,

but this one
happened to be a man,

and this man happened
to be very, very good.

Rich DotCom.

Famously talented
and famously arrogant

and currently losing
to me at Go.

This is very not good.

Oh, I don't know
what you think,

but my name is Simon,
Simon North.

I'm the guy that
brought you the sword.

I just wanted to
betray my country.

That's not a crime, is it?

My apologies
for the subterfuge.

You have many enemies
here in Japan,

men willing
to pay a large sum

to have you
under their control.

I'm flattered?

You just had to
play the game, didn't you?!

Hey, this is on you,
all right?

I wanted my cover name
to be Brutus.

I told you no one's
buying me as a Simon.

Enough! I need your help!
I didn't get the combination,

but I think I can use
a mix of the bar's dry ice

with some of these alcohols
to make a cryogenic fluid.

To freeze the lock!
That's brilliant!

Yeah, but all of these
labels are in Japanese.

So, what is a sideways smiley
face with some quote marks?

Is that vodka or gin?

I don't know.
Try it and find out.

Stay behind me.
Gladly!

Hey, hey, okay.
All right.

Oh, yeah, that's gin.

Oh!

Okay, that is
definitely in my top five

sexiest all-time
rooftop swordfights.

Oh, no.

What? She's got
two swords?

That doesn't seem fair.

Patterson, how long
'til you crack it?

Close... ish.

He's reloading.

Okay, okay, okay.

Come on, come on.The local police
is on their way.

Come on, come on.

All right,
give that to me.

I'm in!
Grab it! Let's go!

Got it!

You know what? It seems
like you got this.

I don't want to--
too many cooks, et cetera.

Hah!

Eh, yeah,
yeah, yeah.

Take my life.
Let me die in combat.

No can do, Matsuo-san.

See, we're FBI.
We don't just randomly

execute people
for no reason.

O...

...kay, I guess
sometimes we do.

Jeez.Hey.

We gotta go,
unless we wanna end up

in a Japanese black site.

Chopper's almost here.

Jane, are you okay?

Never better.

You're back.

We got in early.

Not early enough.

Come here.

I missed you.

I know.
I got your texts.

Too much?

Way too much.

What?
Hey, you're not
wearing your brace.

No. The physical therapist said
that I could go without it.

Hey, look. I went
for a drive this morning.

You drove?
On your own? Kurt--

Jane, I'm fine. Really.

You were shot. You were
in a coma for over a week.

The doctor said
to take it slow.

Come on.
You just got home.

I'm feeling better.
Avery's off to Brown.

Surely I don't have to
take it that slow.

You're bad, and I have
to change for work.

Rain check?
Rain check.

Psst! Patty Cakes!
Hey, keep this on the DL,

but I'm running a little
interoffice pool to predict

who the new FBI Director
is going to be.

They're finally
picking someone?

God, it took 'em
long enough.

Yeah, well,
it's a $50 buy-in.

Favorite gets six-to-one,
or if you're feeling saucy

and want to bet on me,
it's 3,000-to-one,

so do the math.
What've we got?

Uh, Roman's dongle
is legit.

Love it when
you talk dirty.

Since Roman died
three months ago,

we've been able to
track down four of these.

And the bad news is,
there's still eight out there?

No, that's just
a fun fact at this point.

The bad news is that,
once again,

all the files on Roman's
cache are encrypted.

What is with
your family and puzzles?

I'm guessing this cache has
similar intel to the others?

More research
on my ZIP poisoning?

More tattoo ciphers?

Yeah, I think
that's a pretty safe bet.

Okay, well, then,
let's get on decrypting it

so we can find the rest of 'em
and take down HCI Global.

Can we not-- I mean,
Hank Crawford is dead, right?

Like, all the way dead?
I mean, what if we
just ease back

on the whole HCI Global
fetish and focus on this?

The world's most dangerous
company is still operational.

We have to assume that
their plans for world
domination are still a go.

They're like the Hydra.
You cut off one of their heads,

and two more are gonna
grow back in its place.

I know what a Hydra is.
You don't have to clarify

like you're the only one
who knows what a Hydra is.

Rich, Patterson's right.

I'd feel a lot better
if we knew

who was taking the wheel
in Crawford's absence.

Penny for your thoughts?

Your position as
Interim CEO is tenuous.

Someone on HCI Global's
board wants you out.

That's what you were
thinking about here at sunset,

on the bank of the Seine?

We need to shore up
your support

and call a vote
to get you in

permanently as CEO, now.

Protocol dictates I serve for
six months as Interim before--

Would your dad
have followed protocol?

We've set the table
for tomorrow.

All the major shareholders
who don't support you

will be there.

It is time to seduce
the skeptics.

If you don't,
someone else will.

I am so glad
you're on my side.

Power isn't given.
It's taken.

Tomorrow, we grab it
with both hands.

Sorry I haven't
returned your calls.

I don't want you to worry.
I'm fine.

I just need to go away
for a while...

Sorry to interrupt.

You're fine.

We just cracked a file
on the newest cache.

What is it?

It's not good.

It looks like
Jane's ZIP poisoning

will eventually progress
beyond headaches,

memory lapses,
and fainting.

What do you mean?

It's killing you.

The ZIP you were
injected with

has never fully
left your system.

What remains seems
to be slowly traveling

towards your brain stem.

And the closer it gets,

the worse your symptoms
will become.

And when it arrives there,

your body will effectively
forget how to function,

how to regulate temperature,
heart beats...

how to breathe.

No, Shepherd and Roman

would never have
given me something fatal.

They may not have known
when they dosed you.

But I think Roman found out,

probably because
he was suffering

from the same complications.

This cache contains
theories on cures.

So there are cures?Emphasis on theories.

And you haven't had any
of the advanced symptoms yet.

No voices, no hallucinations.
We have time.

I just...

I need a little space.

Yeah. Why don't
we go home?

Alone.
I need to be alone.

We're gonna do
everything we can.

The other caches
might have a...

more definitive treatment.

"Might?"

Hello, sis.
Long time no see.

Roman?
But you're--
Dead?

So much for
no hallucinations.

I guess you've got
less time than they thought.

So I'm...

Dying.
And you're...

A ZIP-induced hallucination.

A symptom of
what's killing you.

Roman, what's
happening to me?

I can't remember
the last two and a half
years of my life.

The last thing I remember
is Oscar telling me

I would wake up
in Times Square.

And then, instead,
I wake up in a hospital bed

only to find that you
and Oscar are both dead

and Shepherd's
in a black site...

And you're married
to the enemy,

the man responsible
for all of that pain.

Yeah, and I have
to smile at him.

I have to tell him
how much I love him.

Play the part of Jane,
doting wife.

Sleeping next to him
every night,

taking care of him.

It makes you sick,
doesn't it?

Do you think
Weller's onto you?

That you're you again?

No. I've maintained
my cover,

and I've been reaching
out to Sandstorm.

Hobbes, it's me,
it's Remi. I need help.

All the old numbers,
online forums,
drafts folders...

They beat us, remember?

Do you really think
there's anyone left?

There has to be.

No. There doesn't.

Maybe the time
for fighting is over.

Maybe you and I
could just run.

No, no, no, I can't!

Look, you said it
yourself, I'm dying.

I have no choice
but to keep working

with these people
until we recover

the rest of your data
caches and find the cure.

If I want to live,
I have to stay.

You really think
that can work?

I mean,
if I had all the answers,

don't you think
I would've cured myself?

What the hell
are you doin'?

My physical therapist
said that I could

increase training,
so that's what I'm doing.

And the doctor said
you could bench press?

I gotta get back
in the field.

Jane shouldn't be
out there alone.

She's not, she's got us,
and if you rush your recovery,

she won't have you at all.

This ZIP poisoning thing,

I can't imagine
my life without her.

She's gonna put up
one hell of a fight.

You know that.

Yeah.

What about you?
You hanging in there?

Are you talking about Tasha?

Yes, I am.

Oh, I'm fine.

Really?

I've been calling.

She's only called me back
once, about a month ago.

She left a voicemail.
Told me not to worry.

We all miss her.
Yeah.

Patterson's got
something...

whoa, on Sandstorm.

Put me back in, coach.

When the doc says you're ready
and not a second before.

Over the past couple months,

I've picked up on
some Sandstorm chatter.

Why are we just
hearing about this?

Well, you're just
hearing about this.

You were taking care
of Weller,

and we didn't
want to worry you.

Plus, we didn't have
anything concrete, so...

Yeah, all the digital
communicado was
super one-sided.

One last true believer
screaming into the void.

It got pretty sad,
actually.

"Chef Lonely Hearts
Soup for One," if
you know what I mean.

Until today.
Somebody responded.

What did they say?

It's coded.
Obviously.

But I'm 99% sure it's
a Wheatstone Playfair cipher.

My computer is running
the frequency analysis now,

trying to ascertain
the keyword.

How long does that take?Half hour, tops.

If we get an address,
we're storming this place.

I'm not taking
any chances.

You know what the keyword is.

Hell, you've already
solved it, haven't you?

Someone has finally
reached out.

They've set a meet,
and you've got 30 minutes

before they figure out
where it is.

You gotta get
out of here now.

Hey, are you okay?

Yeah, it's just a headache.

I'm just gonna
lie down for a bit.

Hello?

Hello?

Well, I'll be damned.

Listen to me,
the FBI's coming.

We have to get out of here.

"We" don't have
to do anything, Jane.

I know you work
for the Feds

now that you've turned
your back on us.

Never thought I'd get to meet
the traitor face-to-face.

Reade, I have the address.

I'm sending it to you now.

Copy that.

I'm not Jane anymore.

I'm Remi again. I'm me!Uh-huh.

What happened,
you get hit in the head
with the second coconut?

Why have you been
trying to contact me?

'Cause I'm on your side.My side

That's what you call us?
Well, there is no side,

'cause I'm the only one
left. You did that!

Like I said,

I'm on your side,

and we just doubled
our numbers.

Now, you need
to believe me.

The FBI will be here
any second.

Why should I trust you?

Because I am telling you
how to get away right now

and because you still
believe we can rebuild.

Please, I have
a place we can talk,

but it's not safe here.

I'm risking
everything to be here.

The second they find us,
we have nothing.

Please. Trust me.

Clear!

We missed 'em.

Thank you all
for coming today.

My late father had
a vision for this company,

a vision I share and I--

All due respect,

I'm not sure
you're fully aware

of everything
this company does.

Apart from
your charity work--

George!

The girl just
lost her father.

Exactly. She should be
taking the time to grieve,

not learning how to run
a multinational conglomerate.

Thank you, Madeline,
but I don't need defending.

And I certainly don't
need an explanation

of what this company does:

the orphanages,
the training grounds,

my father's plan
for a global army.

I know it all,
and I believe in it.

So, Mr. Amherst,
if you thought I was

just some charity doyenne,
it appears

you're the one
who's not fully aware.

I am prepared to make
your priorities mine.

Now I know
this is unorthodox,

but I'm calling a shareholder
meeting this week

to formally vote
on my father's replacement.

I'd like to know that
I can count on your support.

So, how do we
get this done?

Thank you...

for before.

But I still have
some questions.

I'd be disappointed
if you didn't.

The FBI really
doesn't know?

No. They think
I'm Jane Doe now,

true blue,
through and through.

You really did it.
You infiltrated--

The FBI. We are right
where we need to be.

About this "we."
We have no money.

We have no resources.

And we are gonna fix that.

We're an army of two.

Everyone else is either
dead or in prison.

So we hire mercenaries.

Mercs aren't cheap.

You have that much
cash lying around?

No. But I think I know
where we can get it.

Oh yeah

We trigger a tattoo.

Thank you, Madeline,

but this was
really unnecessary.

Please, don't people know how
to celebrate properly anymore?

Now, to the future CEO
of HCI Global,

a woman who knows
exactly what she wants.

My father believed
that this company

had the power
to change the world,

and I intend to see
that it does.

The road that lies ahead will
not always be easy or popular.

True change is often painful.

It requires risk.
Sacrifice.

May we all
have the courage to--

Christine

What

What did you give them?

Should that really be
your main concern right now?

Drop your weapon.

Why... why...

Why are you doing this?

You literally don't have
time for me to explain.

Goodbye, Blake.
Say hi to your dad.

Now, what to do about you?

I can be useful.
I'm former FBI.

And CIA and NYPD.

I know everything
about you.

You've always been
part of my plan, Tasha.

What plan?

We play by my rules,
not yours. Understand?

And if this little
corporate takeover

is giving you pause,
you tell me right now,

and we'll end it right here.

Blake has always
been too timid,

but that's not
your problem.

No?
What is my problem?

How do you plan
to explain all this?

I have a story.

We're never together,
not as a group.

But here we are,

so now we all
go off to Saint-Tropez

for a little
corporate retreat,

and sadly, my yacht
will sink off the coast

during the festivities,
and you and I

will be the only survivors.

Your yacht? And you
think that's smart?

Do you have
a better idea?

A cover story that actually
covers your tracks.

They all flew in
on Blake's plane.

Why not fly them out
on it too? It crashes.

There's enough DNA in
the ashes to make an ID,

but not enough to
find whatever you put
in that champagne.

You see?
Useful already.

And put me on
the manifest too.

My remains will burn
in the crash.

I'll be just
another missing body,

so when the FBI comes
looking for me,

there'll be
nothing to find.

So, this is weird.

We got a hit
on an original tattoo.

Yo mean one of the old ones?

We have no money.

But I think I know
where we can get it.

We trigger a tattoo.

I thought we solved
most of those already.

We did. And most of them
are dried up now.

The cases, not
the literal tattoos.

Obviously, you have
radiant, milky skin, Jane.

Are you a sheet mask girl
or is it more serum...?

So, which tattoo is it?

The "Zhe."

"Zhe,"
a Cyrillic letter.

It's also the symbol for a
notorious underground bank.

This place operates
on US soil,

issuing loans
to the likes of ISIS,

laundering money
for gangs.

It's basically
WaMu for bad guys.

And they keep millions
in their vaults.

This place is gonna be
like Fort Knox.

No way the two of us
can rob it.

So we don't.
We let the team do it.

We've always known
this bank existed.

We just couldn't find it.

Well, we just did.

Someone on MS-13
slipped up real bad.

Posted on a message board

that they want
to make a withdrawal.

I remember that one.
I know how to unlock it.

Long story short,
the coded language they used

triggered my database,
unlocking the tattoo.

You got a location?Coordinates, yeah.

Then what are we
waiting for? Let's move.

You don't have to do this
if you don't feel up for it.

Yes, I do.

We can't ignore this, Jane.

You're sick.

Look, please,
just take some time off,

slow down a little bit.Oh, yeah?

You're in workout gear,
Kurt,

when you're supposed
to be resting.

I'm... I'm fine, really.

But you don't have to be.
It's okay to be scared.

I'm not.
Well, I am.

I know.

We're gonna get
through this, okay?

I love you.

I love you too.

He's gonna be a problem.

All right, you and I'll
command Alpha Team,

breach the front.

No. Why don't you
lead Alpha solo?

Let me take Bravo,
cover the back.

That'll work.

Alpha Team's in position.

Bravo's in place.
Just say the word.

All right,
let's do this.

I got this guy!
Move in, clear the floor!

The vault. Now.

Open it.

You wanna live?
Open it.

You don't
have to do this.

Jane, what's your 20?

I got into the vault.

You're gonna
want to see this.

He tried to go for my gun.

There's gotta be,
like, 200 mil here.

Yeah, give or take.

We recovered
over $200 million

from that underground bank,
all large bills.

Racks on racks on racks.

Which is a red flag.

Gangs and terrorist
organizations

raise funds through
drug deals or...

Illegal gambling rings,
brothels, the fun stuff!

Business conducted
in small bills.

You think they're
working with someone else?

Yeah. A legitimate bank,
probably.

But that does track with
the MO of Jane's old tattoos.

Uncovering government
corruption

and shady corporations,
it kind of makes sense.

Friends! Colleagues!

Weitz? What are you
doing here?

Uh, whoa, did you
just say colleagues?

Oh, yeah,
you haven't heard?

They just named
the new Director of the FBI,

and it's me.

Damn it. Sorry, I--
We had a--

Uh, I'm Richard,
by the way.

Congrats.

We're gonna have to work
on your enthusiasm

a little bit, I think.
So, I heard you guys

just raided a shady bank.
Who wants to catch me up?

Uh, I'll go.

Uh, we think they
have connections

to a legitimate
banking institution.

Incorrect!

How do you know that?

Oh, I don't,

but I do know
that I don't wanna

crush the US economy
on my first day, so...

Okay, I've got other hands
to shake, so excuse me.

Cool boss.
I hate that guy.

Oh, come on, you're just
bitter that you lost the pool.

You bought into his pool?It builds office rapport!

Okay.

Hey, can we talk?

I-- I found this center
in Mumbai that treats...

Look, I know that
you're frightened.

Honestly, so am I.

My illness, it--
it affects both of us.

I know that, even if
I haven't shown it.

I just want
to be there for you.

I want you to let me--If you want to
support me right now,

then trust me.
If something's wrong,

you will be the first
person I come to.

Look, you can't keep
watching me all the time.

It just makes me feel
sicker, like you're waiting

for something
terrible to happen.

You're right.
No more hovering.

Thank you.

Oh! Ow!

Ow!
Oh, sorry.

I forgot you're
still recovering.

Sometimes love hurts.

Well played.

We just got an ID
on our last man "sanding."

That's a Sandstorm pun
I just came up with.

Meet Dolan Osmond.

This genius
was smart enough

to bring his cell phone
to that meet.

So he was there
this morning?

Briefly,
but you must have

spooked him
when you arrived.

Sorry, how do you
know it's him?

Because Miss Mensa over here
tracked every cell ping

near the warehouse.

Thankfully, it was
a remote meet spot.

Hey, don't downplay it.
It was very impressive.

Anyway, when I
cross-referenced all the pings

with criminal records
and social media profiles--

What, you found
this guy on Instagram?

Opposite, opposite.

Dolan was the only ping
with multiple arrests,

all for
anti-government stuff.

That fits
the Sandstorm profile.

And the only one
on zero social media sites.

Don't tell me he still
has his cell phone on him?

He's on the
West Side Highway.

All right, let's do it.

Well, you've got no way
of contacting him.

Good luck getting
out of this one.

You have to
get to him first.

You think
I don't know that?

I've got eyes on the target.

You need to get rid
of Reade right now

or your only ally gets
taken off the board.

Jane, what the hell
was that?!

Sorry, that car came
out of nowhere!

I've still got eyes
on the target.

You know, I've got an idea.

I've got him!

Dolan!

Dolan, come on, we gotta
get you to a hospital.

No, you don't.

Please, Dolan, hang on.

Make them pay, Remi.
Promise me.

Make them pay
for all of it.

Dolan.

So, Dolan's death
is a bit of a setback.

Why? With Dolan dead,

Sandstorm's really
finished now. We won.

No. He was communicating
with someone.

Yeah, and it's on us
to find out who.

What about
his cell phone?

Maybe he used it
to reach out.

Burner. Called 411 once.
That's it.

It's gonna be a little
harder to track down

the mystery Sandstormer now.

Hard, but it's not impossible.
Whoever this is,

they just became
our Most Wanted.

Ooh, nice work.

Maybe I should
fire my maid as well.

What is it?

This has been a monumental day
for us here in the Bureau.

Under my direction,
this office has taken down

an underground bank
responsible for funding

street gangs
and terrorist groups.

Today, my first day
as FBI Director,

we saved
thousands of lives.

I'll briefly take
a few questions.

This new FBI Director
will be good for us.

Weitz is malleable.

But you know all
about that, don't you?

What about
your relationship

with Assistant
Director Reade?

We were colleagues.
That's it.

I know that look.

Could you kill
your colleague

if you had to?

Without question.

Hey, Kurt.
Yeah?

We have
more bad news.

We dug into Roman's
mystery calls.
He was calling

the same number
again and again
before he died.

We thought
it might be a lead,
maybe a scientist

he was working with
to cure this illness.

And what'd you find?
Who was he talking to?

Nobody.

We traced it
to a VOIP landline

that's been out of
service for over a year.

That doesn't make sense.

We think he thought he
was speaking with someone,

that he was experiencing
hallucinations

from his ZIP poisoning.

Like Jane will,
eventually.

Uh--
Yeah... yeah.

I'm... I've gotta go home
and check on my wife.

What? Oh, don't look
at me like that.

That's not a cure.
That's a fairy tale.

Oh, come on,
now that we know

how lethal Jane's
ZIP poisoning is,

isn't this is the perfect
time to read everybody in

on The Book Of Secrets
from Roman's data cache?

I don't want to go
over this again.

Telling Kurt that
book could save Jane's life

is tantamount to telling him
that Santa Claus could.

Okay, I don't think
there's any need

to take shots at Santa,
all right?

What would it hurt?
We'll just take a quick look.

Oh, you want to take a quick
look for the holy grail?

Or the fountain of youth?

If Roman was
pointing me to it

from beyond the grave,
yes, yes, I would.

Let it go, seriously.

This isn't gonna
help anyone.

Okay.
All right.

Done.

Consider it gone.

Hey. How you feeling?

Uh... A little banged up,
but I'll be all right.

'Cause you seem
a little distracted.

Me
She came out of nowhere!

This news about her health,
Weller's recovery...

she's going through it.

You're going through
a lot right now, too.

I heard you listening

to Tasha's voicemail
this morning.

That was an old message.
It's...

You're allowed to miss her.

I just wish
I knew where she was.

She's in Zurich.

I didn't want to say anything
until I knew for sure,

but the chime
on the message,

it sounded familiar.

Sorry I haven't
returned your calls.

I don't want you to worry.
I'm fine.

I just need to go away
for a while.

So I did a little digging,

and it's the sound
their trams make.

That's where she is...
or at least where she was.

It's a start.

I never thought that, uh...

I never thought
that this would...

...this would happen for me. ...happen for me.

I never thought that... I never thought that...

I would find what we have. I would find what we have.

Today is just...

Uh, hey. Sorry,
I didn't hear you.

What were you doing?

Uh, I just...

There's so many memories
that I've lost already.

I didn't want
to lose this one too.

You won't.
I won't let you.

So, what about
Roman's calls?

Did Patterson have
any luck tracing them?

No. Not yet.

How about I go
and get us some dinner?

Vegan banh mi?

That sounds perfect.

You got it.

[door closes,
Roman chuckles]

Nice cover for your little
"Jane Doe rehearsal."

I hate him.
I know.

I want revenge
for everything.

For you, Oscar,
Dolan, our mother...

So take it.

We are gonna break our mother
out of that black site,

we are gonna
find a cure for you,

and then...

we're gonna kill
Kurt Weller.

♪♪

♪♪

Greg, move your head!