All language subtitles for Blindspot.S04E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Is anyone gonna
know what we did?

The right people will.

Welcome to Zero Division.

We're gonna
change the world.

How about I go
and get us some dinner?

That sounds perfect.
Yeah.

Nice cover for your little,
uh, 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.

So how do we do this?
Your grand plan?

You mean yourgrand plan.
I'm not real, remember?

And you're not Jane.

First, we figure out where
Shepherd's being held.

Once we know that,
we can figure out

a way to bust her out.

That's not gonna be easy.

You got this.

I know I do.

I'm worried
I won't have time.

None of our plans are
gonna mean anything...

if I'm dead.

You said it yourself.

The fact that you're here,
that I'm talking

to a hallucination
means I'm getting worse.

It also means
you don't have to do

any of this on your own.

I will be with you
every step.

I'm dying, Roman.

And I left those
data caches for a reason.

Follow them and they
will lead to a cure.

If you had the cure,
why didn't you use it
on yourself?

Maybe I didn't have it.
Maybe I just knew where it was

and I ran out of time
to get it,

but it's not
too late for you.

You just gotta trust me
and stay the course.

Now, let's figure out
where the hell

the CIA's keeping Mom.

Ladies and gentlemen,
guess who's biz

The man, the myth,
the stubble!

No hospital bed
can hold him!

Kurtis I-don't-know-
his-middle-name Weller!

Yeah!

Thank you. We don't need
to do that again.

Welcome back officially,
Special Agent Weller.

Not a moment too soon,
either, between you and me,

because when Reade says,
"Let's move,"

it really lacks that grizzled
tough

Ooh...No offense.

Well, I'm sure he'll be back

to barking orders and righting
wrongs in no time.

All right, any luck on
the Sandstorm operative

Dolan made
contact with?

Why should I trust you?Because I am telling you
how to get away right now.

That's the thing.
I don't know who's left.

Every other Sandstorm member
is either dead or in prison.

I was able to further
triangulate the signals
from Dolan's phone, though.

It looks like he had
a rendezvous in Brooklyn

with someone
before he died.

Yeah, possible our friend

Mystery Question Mark Head
over here.

We've been retracing Dolan's
steps using his phone

and also combing through
CCTV and ATM camera footage.

Hopefully we can find a face
to put inside that silhouette.

But no luck yet We don't need luck.

We just need
several technicians

to sift through hundreds
of hours of footage.

We'll get 'em.

Whoever Dolan was
communicating with

we need to find
before it's too late.Weller's right.

This could be the last
active Sandstorm member.

Looks like
our little bon vivant

has been gallivanting
through gay Pa-ree!

What the hell are you
talking about?

I got a lead on
what's-her-name.

Zapata? I thought
Patterson was tracking her.

Well, you know, we don't
really like labels.

Sometimes we swap intel.
We have a very open,

fluid, professional
relationship.

I'm the work wife.All right, what'd you find?

Off the tram in Zurich
that Patterson ID'd,

I was able to track
Zapata to Paris,

where I found
this traffic-cam footage.

Oh, you're
not impressed yet?

How 'bout now

What the hell is Zapata
doing with her?

Probably not
shopping for berets.

Oh, this makes no sense.

Unless it does. What if
the whole time we thought

Tasha was eat-pray-loving
her way around the world,

she was actually working
for the other guys?

There's no way she'd
meet with Blake

unless she was in
some type of duress.

She could be in trouble.

Or she's a super-secret
double agent for the CIA.

Keep digging.

See if you can track her
movements from Paris.

Copy that.

Oh, and Rich,
this is important.

Keep this on the low.

I can't have this
getting out

before we
have any answers.

To paraphrase The Go-Gos
and, later,

Haylie and Hilary Duff,
my lips are sealed.

Oh, Patterson needs us.

I just got some
pretty grim news.

A private jet crashed into
the Atlantic last night.

It belonged to HCI Global.
More specifically,

this was Blake Crawford's
plane.

It departed from Paris
and was en route to New York.

Uh, do we have confirmation
that Blake was on it?

Reports are still sketchy,
but an airport employee

confirmed that there were
several people onboard.

So far, none of the bodies
have been recovered.

What makes this interesting is
that in the wake of this news,

board member Madeline Burke

has stepped up as the new CEO
for HCI Global.

What do we know
about her?

She's the widow of
oil tycoon Silas Burke.

She's also a fixture
on Page Six.

She wore this killer gown
to the Met Ball last year.

See, the way the ruching
on the plaque gets kind
of scooped down below...

Anything else
besides the fact

that she's rich
and knows how to dress?

Not yet. Honestly, she's
kinda come out of nowhere.

Let's get something on her.
This woman just inherited

the biggest, baddest company
on the planet,

and we know nothing
about her.

Looks like we're not done

with Jane's tattoos
just yet.

All right,
let's get to it.

Hey, I need you to track
down that flight manifest.

I want to know every person
who was on that plane.

Look, just because Zapata

was with Blake in Paris,
that doesn't mean--

Look, just do it.

All right?Okay.

You could hold the door
for me. Jeez.

Oh, my God!

What?

Has that been here
the whole time?

What are you
talking about?Oh, just the solve

to a tattoo that happens
to be on this map

that we look at
every single day.Which tattoo?

Remember that one
that's kind of shaped

like a cartoon baby shark

that we cracked
from the Tokyo cache?

Had all those patterns
and random numbers in it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.Yeah, well...

Look at the outline
for the Tasman Sea.

It looks exactly the same.

I don't know.

Oh, my God!

You're totally right.
How did we not see this?

Well, in our defense, we did
just get the Tokyo cache.

Huh.

No, wait a second.
Something else is going on here.

Oh, I've never noticed
this before.

Yeah, the color and texture
of the stonework is different.

Right?Yeah.

You know what we need?
We need an expert.

We need someone
from the art world.

I have a contact
at the National Gallery.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.I'll reach out...

Not some stuffy
museum mouse.

We need someone
with some street cred.

You know, maybe somebody
we've worked with before.

Who in your
Rolodex of misfit toys
do you have in mind?

Maybe Boston.Boston Arliss Crab?

You want to use
this clue as an excuse

to bring in
your exYou know what?

Now that you're
suggesting it, I mean...

He's under house arrest.Yeah. So, he's
just sitting around,

waiting to be made useful.

All personal opinions aside,

he's a world class forger

and his first love
is sculpting.

He's is a conman
and a hacker,

not to mention an
arrogant pain in the ass.

Whose expertise could
crack this whole tattoo
case wide open!

Are you willing to risk the
lives of thousands of people

just to avoid working
with Boston again?

Patterson?I'm thinking.

Uh, I'm sorry.

Is there a reason
you positioned the table

so that there's a glare
directly on the screen or...

Yeah, I like to be
inefficient.

I find that it really
slows down my productivity.

Oh, that's
how you do it.

Hey, do you need anything?

A sparkling water, maybe,
or a deep tissue massage?

I know you've been
working really hard.

You can have
anything you want.

I mean, we have
this whole FBI lab

and all these minions
at our disposal.

Hey.

I don't think
that'll be necessary.

I think I've just
figured it out.

Seriously Yes!

We got a lead?

If by "we" you mean "me,"
then yes.

I knew that New Zealand
fit into the solve somehow.

Uh, technically,
we figured that out.

Okay. So, using
my extensive knowledge

of the stone inlay process
as well as my time

spent apprenticing
for a cartographer...

Hey, did I mention
I studied at Oxford?

I left it off the CV
'cause it felt like bragging.

Still does.

You have done
something with your hair.

Your whole vibe is edgier.
It's a triumph.

Anyway, I realized
a secondary stone

had been inlayed after
the initial sealing process.

So, I did a small sample
analysis and it turns out

it was actually a mineral--
magnetite.

Which is the most magnetic
mineral found on earth,

primarily in Hong Kong,
Tanzania,

California, and New Zealand,
hence the tattoo.

So, you think this magnetite

is somehow a key
to solving this puzzle?

No, I don't think.
I know. Come on, gang.

Get ready for it.

Huh. How...

So, this whole wall
is magnetic?

Not the entire wall--
just the areas where

the metal filings
are clinging to it.

As you can see,
the magnetic stones

were strategically placed.

It's some kind of code
based on magnetism.

So, what, each cluster
represents a numerical value?

Allow me.

PatOkay.

3.5...

8.6...

4.3...

8.5.Hey, what if we
add those numbers

to the ones
in Jane's tattoo?

It might...Get us a web address?

Holy crap.
Weller for the win.

It's a URL
for a strange website.

Oh, you got one, Limpy!

So, what does it say?

"5434 Amherst Street,
Brooklyn."

That's good work, Boston.

We seriously couldn't
have done it without you.

Uh, without "us,"
you mean.

Right? I mean,
it was a group effort here.

Well, yeah, but it was
his art expertise that--

Cracked the case open,
which is why it's a good thing

that I suggested
we bring him in, so...

Uh, Ithought that you said
it was Patterson's idea.

I was lying.All right.

You think you can
stick around?

Depending on how this case goes,
we might need you again.

You mean not go back
to house arrest

at my studio apartment
with no TV

or Internet or hot water?

I mean, like, sure,

if it'll help America.

So, I'll go and check out
that address with Jane.

Uh, maybe Patterson
should go with you?

I mean she is
the puzzle expert, right?

Good thinking.
Patterson, go with Jane.

Hang on.
I'll go with Patterson.

I've been cleared
to be in the field.

No, I don't want you going
zero to 100 real quick

and having a setback,
and besides,

I could use your expertise
on the HCI Global case.

Don't be a hero.
We wouldn't want to

lose you
on your first day back.

Are you sure we got
the right address?

It looks pretty
desolate in here.

Hey, look at this.

What's an ATM
doing in here?

Hello.

Oh, that's really creepy.

"Would you like to
make a transaction?"

Yes.

"Please enter PIN."

We don't have one.

Okay. Here, look at this.

Four rows of ten seashells,

but one in each row
is slightly different.

It's another puzzle.

The sixth one
in the first row

is the anomaly.

The seventh in the second,

the second
in the third row,

and ninth
in the fourth row.

6-7-2-9.

Here goes nothin'.

Did it just
take our picture?

Welcome, Agents
Patterson and Doe.

♪♪

♪♪

Are you okay?

How long
were we out?

We've been moved.

It looks like some
kind of server room.

Afternoon.

I took your weapons

and your cell phones.
I'm sorry about that.

What about poisoning us?
You sorry about that too?

The gas has
no lasting effects.

All necessary precautions.

Who the hell are you?

My name is Jason Stack.

I work for an off-books arm of
the NSA called Zero Division.

I work for an off-book wing
of the NSA called Zero Division.

Now, we have been
tasked to run

a secret inter-agency
intel sharing program.

Lack of inter-agency
communication

has impeded our ability

to thwart numerous
terrorist attacks.

Sorry, what are you doing?

I have agents from
within the CIA, FBI,

Homeland Security,
all sharing and comparing data.

Hmm. You gas them
and bring them here too?

Why would they not feel
compelled

to tell their superiors?

Because they know that
the government is handcuffed

by bureaucracy and ego.

Innocent lives
are destroyed

while promotions
get jockeyed for.

The puzzle is
a vetting process?

Yeah, it's a beacon.

Now, I'm seeking
out-of-the-box minds.

What do you want from us?

A militia group
is in the early stages

of plotting an attack
on our country.

Now, the rest of
the FBI will probably

find out about that
next week.

I am hoping that you can
provide crucial information

to stop this today.

I need three
FBI case files.

You bring them to me
within six hours

if you wanna join us.

Remember, absolute
secrecy is paramount.

Zero Division
is counting on you.

♪♪

How's the book report
coming?

Just finished.

The only way
to best an opponent

is to anticipate
their moves.

So, when the FBI
looks into me,

what will they find?

You were born
Madeline Rebecca Miles

in San Francisco,
an only child.

You come from a...

...prominent family.

Her father was a businessman

with political aspirations,

who disappeared
mysteriously.

Rumors abounded of the usual
rich people problems...

gambling, drug abuse,
affairs...

I dug up old school records,

and Madeline, she graduated
at the top of her class

from Stanford Medical School,
but she never practiced.

She probably didn't need to
after she married Silas Burke.

Talk about stepping in it.
Burke's net worth

was close to $2 billion
when he died last summer.

Madeline spent most of her life
running charities

for the Burke family.
She also has...

...two grown sons
who live abroad,

one in Brussels,
the other in Hong Kong.

Neither have an interest
in the family business.

Looks like one got your genes
and is studying to be a surgeon.

The other is more of
a wayward soul, an artist.

You did a pretty
good job covering up

the drunk driving incident
he had in college.

I made sure the FBI would
never find any record of it.

And finally, your loving
husband of 23 years

died three months ago
of a sudden heart attack,

leaving you to take over
his board seat at HCI Global.

Quite the modern
fairy tale...

apart for my husband's
passing, of course.

That's what the FBI
will know already.

Now what don't we
want them to find?

I suppose I wouldn't
want anyone to know

that when my husband
took his last breath,

all I felt was relief...

...that I could stop
pretending I love him

and stop being
the dutiful wife,

stop....
stop resenting him.

Silas was a lazy misogynist

who skated by on
the wealth he inherited.

Never had to work
a day in his life,

so he didn't...
not really.

But you wanted more.

When Hank Crawford died,

it was the perfect
opportunity

to push Blake aside,
but he wouldn't do it.

No matter how much
I encouraged him,

he wouldn't step up.

I was not about to let that
opportunity pass us by.

Oh...

I still remember
the day he died.

He was reading his paper,
having a single slice

of whole wheat toast,
as he did every morning.

I was a mannequin
who made his breakfast

and stood by him
at charity galas

and mindless fundraisers.

So when he took
the sip of coffee...

...I could taste
my freedom returning.

My husband showed me more
feeling in his last moments

than he had
in the last 20 years,

and in some ways, his
death was the best thing

that ever happened to me.

The poison you used
on the board members,

you used it
on your husband first?

Yes, that's right.

And there was this
remarkable moment

just before he died,

when he realized...
it was me.

And then he was gone.

I think it would be bad
if the FBI knew any of that.

And they won't.

Good. In the meantime,

I have another
assignment for you.

We're going to Stockholm.

♪♪

Reade.Keaton. Hey, thanks
for coming in.

I was hoping you
could provide some
color on this case.

It seems like there
might be some CIA overlap.

Yeah, anytime. Hey,

have you heard
from Zapata at all?

No, you-- you haven't
heard from her?

She's a ghost, and my
higher-ups don't like it.

They want me to bring her in,
"have a conversation,"

but she's a tough person
to find.

I figured if she reached out
to anyone, it'd be you.

I just got some intel
that Zapata

met up with
Blake Crawford in Paris.

I'm worried she was on
that HCI Global flight
that went down.

Okay, hold on,
back up.

What the hell was she
doing with Blake?

You sure you really
didn't know?

No. If I did, I would've
told her to stay the hell away.

This is not gonna
help Zapata's standing
on my side of the fence.

The CIA's concerned
about her loyalty.

They don't know her,
not like I do.

But they don't
want to know her.

She's just a mess
they want cleaned up.

I'm sorry, man.
This is my fault.

I pushed her,
she wasn't ready.

Then, after the CIA
fired her,

she was left out in the cold,
nowhere to turn.

Man, I am doing everything
I can to hold them off,

but if they find out she was
meeting with Blake Crawford...

I know, I know.
I'm trying to get out
in front of this thing,

but I feel like I just
keep falling further
and further behind.

Yeah. You and me both.

I'll let you know
if we hear anything.

All right, thanks.Yeah.

Likewise.

We have no way of knowing
where the second location is.

He blindfolded us and
drove us around in circles

before dropping us off in
the middle of Prospect Park.

What do we have
on Stack?

Nothing. No record of him

working at the NSA
or anywhere else.

It kind of goes
with his whole M.O.

of organizing a super
secret "intel sharing op."

He mentioned being
part of Zero Division.

Which doesn't
exist on the books.

It's a good department
to claim you work for

if you don't want
people looking into it.

That was Nas.
She has no knowledge

of Stack or of this group.

So we can all agree
we can't verify anything.

All right,
maybe none of it's true,

but the fact remains, that
puzzle is in our building.

Patterson's right. This tattoo's
on Jane's body for a reason.

Roman knew about Stack
and this organization.

He wanted us
to investigate it.

There has to be something
that we haven't seen yet.

The only thing
we could look into

is the case file he
showed us, and it's legit.

He definitely has
a source on the inside.

What about the files
that he wanted?

All three pertain
to cold cases.

Nothing suggests
a connection to a terror plot.

Wait a minute.
He's slow-playing us.

You don't see this?
Think about it.

He's grooming us,
appealing to our vanity

with these puzzles and games,
showering us with compliments

about how we're so smart,
not like the other dummy agents.

And then, what, he asks for
something relatively innocuous,

like cold case FBI files,
and then, before we know it,

we're burning the
American flag and eating
borscht for breakfast.

So, how do we figure out if
he's telling the truth
about any of this?

We work backwards.
The one thing we
do know for sure,

he is connected
to this map puzzle.

Good thing we still
have Boston here.

He's been
surprisingly helpful

and marginally
less annoying.

Let's loop him in.

Are we sure
we wanna do that?

You don't want to go with
somebody more above board?

I know Patterson
has a great contact

at the National Gallery.

The map was created

by American sculptor
Andrew Jackness,

Professor of Art History
at Georgetown University

for 20 years,
since back in 1985.

How did his artwork
end up here?

Our government commissioned him
back in 2005

after an extensive search
of American sculptors.

Not extensive enough,
if you ask me.

Can we bring him in?

Uh, we can, but it would
be super gross.

He died a few years ago.

The university
was a hotbed

for Russian espionage
activity then.

Several students
and even some faculty

were suspected of becoming
spies for the motherland.

Well, if Jackness
was a traitor,

he could've put
the puzzle in the map.

Stack mentioned that this

was a multiagency op.So that means

there's who knows
how many agents

in all parts of
American government

feeding intel
to the Russians.

They could have access to
case files of known criminals,

undercover ops,
CIA black sites,

military secrets,
you name it.

Dig deeper into Stack.
I want to know

exactly who the hell
we're dealing with.

It's not every day you get
poison gassed by an ATM.

It might've been worth it
if this Stack guy

has access to
black site locations.

He could know where
Shepherd is being held.

Sounds like it's time to
put theory into action.

Are you sure
you're up for this?

Try to stop me.

♪♪

What you got?

We dug deeper into the artist,
Andrew Jackness.

Take a look at this yearbook
photo from Georgetown.

See this guy
in the background?
Looks a lot like Stack.

We cross-referenced the photo
with Georgetown's ID database

and we found a match to
a visiting professor that year.

So, Stack came to Georgetown
impersonating a professor

to get close to Jackness.

Using Keaton's CIA database,

we were able to figure out
Stack's real identity.

Meet Boris Sokoloff,

a former codebreaker for
the FSB, allegedly retired.

You're sure that's
the guy you met?

It's definitely him.

This timeline
matches up perfectly.

He was commissioned
to make the sculpture

for the FBI building
in 2005.

Boris then
comes to Georgetown

that same year
using a bogus identity,

and either sweet-talks
or strong-arms Jackness

into inserting the puzzle
into the sculpture.

Now that we know his real
identity, we can dig deeper,

find out where exactly
he's been funneling this intel.

Rich, you might
want to be careful.

Your boy might be
taking your title

as Most Valuable Criminal
around here.

Call anytime.

I'm just sittin'
in the apartment,

looking at
the light blinking

on my ankle monitor.

Right?
'Cause it's just...

Hey, you know what?
Speaking of which,

why don't you go back there?
You know, I mean,

it's been
a long day for you,

just explaining things
over...

You must be exhausted.

We got it from here.

No! He definitely
needs to stay.

This guy is like
a lucky rabbit's foot.

Boom.Pkhh!

She's great.Mm-hmm.

I emptied the bullets.

Same with the second gun
you keep in the pantry.

Hid your kitchen knives, too.
I would just have a seat.

I assume you know who I am.

Special Agent Zapata.
Is this another FBI witch hunt?

I don't work for
that company anymore.

I'm with
Madeline Burke now.

She's right outside
in the car,

but I would suggest
dealing with me.

I'm nicer.

What do you want?I want the copy

of Hank Crawford's
personal hard drive

that you keep in your safe,
and every dirty little

HCI Global secret
he kept on it.

What do you say?

Please just don't hurt me.

Give me the hard drive
and I won't have to.

It turns out Boris has
an interesting back-story.

Boris's wife
and young daughter

defected to the US
back in 2000,

and the CIA helped them.

The US government
staged an explosion

to extract Boris's wife
and daughter

in exchange for intel on Boris
and his FSB spy activities.

So, as far as Boris knows,
his family died

in a freak accident
20 years ago.

He has no idea they
were given new identities

and are living comfortably in
Tucson under CIA protection.

So, Boris thought he lost
his family, then doubled down

on his work for the FSB.

The FSB must have
made the plan

to use puzzles
to lure agents.

If this has been going on
since the mid-2000s,

that means they've gathered
over a decade's worth

of intel
from various agencies.

We gotta stop
this leak now.

The only way to get Boris
is to play along.

Patterson and I need to go back
in with the FBI files he wants.

We'll stake out
the meeting,

we'll take him down before
he can gas you again.

Look, all due respect,
but that's exactly

what we shouldn't do.
As far as we know,

Boris is just
the tip of the iceberg.

So, you want to send
Jane and Patterson

into a situation where
they're gonna be poisoned,

stripped of
their weapons, phones,

any tracking device--
how is that a safe plan?

Boris wants to use them,
not hurt them.

He's not gonna harm
Jane or Patterson

unless he feels
he's being tracked.

I-I'm with Keaton on this one.
I hear what you're saying,

but I think we
should treat this like
a fact-finding mission.

If we get caught
trying to track Boris,

we could risk
the whole op.

Once the lab
IDs the gas Boris used,

I can create an antidote.

If Jane and I
can stay conscious,

we can figure out
where Boris moves us

and where his servers are.

All right. Let us know
the minute you have it.

Our six-hour window
is closing fast.

Oh, hey, guys!
Before you go, warm scone?

I'm not about to
say no to a warm scone.

Hmm.

That's great. Thanks.No problem. Enjoy.

Thank you.Good luck out there.

Why don't you ever
bring us snacks?

It's all here.

Crawford's hard drive,
all his old files.

I know you think
you're letting him down,

but you're not...
you're adapting.

You take care.

This is not a good idea.

I always knew you had
your eye on Crawford's chair.

I doubt that.
But it sounds nice.

Your husband may have
underestimated you.

I never did...
I was wondering

when you were gonna
make your move.

You're a smart woman.

It's a shame you're loyal
to a dead man.

I thought you wanted me
to take care of this.

I do! Clean it up.

♪♪

♪♪

Got the tox screen
results back.

Boris knocked us out using
a gas called halothane.

It's a potent anesthetic.

Is there a way
to nullify it?

Yes. The gas targets GABA
receptors in the brain,

so I'm having our med team
synthesize a pill

that should block them.
It's getting to my lab now.

I reviewed the case files
Boris wants.

Rich is right,
they seem pretty innocuous,

but I am not
happy about giving up

any FBI files
to a known Russian spy.

Why don't I forge them?
If you recall,

that is one
of my special skills.

Why would we forge
FBI documents?

We... are FBI.

It could be a test. We should
probably send the real deal.

We can't risk alerting Boris

anything funny is happening
at this stage of the game.

He's gotta be using
that real intel for good.

There's no way he could
have that information

without all the other agents

getting suspicious
over the years.

Oh, I'm sure he uses it,

as long as it
doesn't interfere

with any Russian interests.

Okay. I'll get
the case files ready.

Jane...

Hey.Hey.

I just wanted to talk
to you before you go out.

Kurt, you don't have to worry.

Really, Jane, you're
about to be exposed

to a poison that will
knock you unconscious.

Even with
the antidote pill,

you still have
a medical condition.

Patterson verified that
that gas has no lasting damage.

I have been totally fine.

Have you?

I saw you taking photos
of Patterson's screens.

Look... I didn't want to
make a big deal, but...

sometimes it's hard
to remember details.

You promised me
I'd be the first person

that you would tell if
this started happening.

I'm your husband.

I know. I'm sorry.

You shouldn't be
going on this mission.

What about you?

I know for a fact
you're still dealing

with pain
from your surgeries.

You're not 100%,
but you're still here,

trying to go out
in the field.

You don't see me calling
you out in front of everyone.

Look, I know...

I know how important it is
for you to be here

and to help people.

Well, it's important
to me, too.

That's all
I'm trying to do.

Okay. I'm sorry.

I'll drop it.

♪♪

Hello.

"Would you like to
make a transaction?"

Not really.

"Please enter PIN."

Weird seashells.

4-9-6-1.

Say cheese.

Welcome, Agents Patterson
and Doe.

Here we go.

Ooh.

Are you feeling...

Ohh...

♪♪

Jane... hey.Hey.

♪♪

♪♪

The gas, how did you--I want to make a deal.

I know who you really are.

Boris Sokoloff.
You work for the FSB.

You lost your wife
and daughter

in a freak gas
explosion in 2000.

You came back to the US

to target
Andrew Jackness in 2005.

And you've been
using this phony op

to funnel intel straight
back to Russia ever since.

That's quite an elaborate
theory you have going.

I'm not sure
which is worse--

being thrown into supermax
or being sent back

to your country
a failed operative.

What do you want?

Give me all the files
you have

pertaining
to CIA black sites,

and I'll protect you.

Why the hell
should I trust you?

Because I'm not
really with the FBI.

They still have no idea
where this location is,

and I can keep it that way.

And because your wife and
daughter are still alive,

and I can tell you
where they are.

You're lying.

The explosion was staged

by the US government

when your wife made a deal

to defect
with your daughter.

That's impossible.
My wife...

I buried them both.

You buried charred remains.

Give me my phone. I can
show you recent photos.

Slowly.

It's your daughter Sascha.

She was a toddler
the last time you saw her.

She's graduated college now.

I will give you their location
as soon as you give me

the files I want,
but you need to be quick,

because she's gonna
wake up very soon.

♪♪

Uh, Reade?

Everything okay?

Uh, there's no easy
way to say this.

What is it?

Zapata's name
is on the manifest.

I'm sorry.

I'm...

That doesn't necessarily
mean she was on the plane.

I could see why you'd want
to look at it that way,

but why would she--

We're dealing
with the Crawfords here!

Nothing's ever
as it seems with them.

Yeah, but in this case...

Just let me know when the bodies
are recovered, all right?

My wife...
I knew she was unhappy.

But how she could take
my child away from me...

You're gonna get a second
chance to know your kid again.

Most people
don't get that.

Why do you want
these files

Family.

Something I know
you understand.

You're still here?

I'm pretty sure your boss
begged me to stay.

Something about being
better than you?

I'm sure he was
just being polite.

Or he's in the market
for an upgrade.

Sounds like his current
felon-turned-consultant

is underperforming.Oh, bravo.

What are you doing
on this computer

My guys just
picked up chatter

that members of
a Russian hit squad

we've been monitoring
just got activated in New York.

Any connections
to Boris or the FSB?

At least two of them are
known associates of Boris.

This timing isn't
a coincidence. Jane and
Patterson have been made.

This is on both of you.
I said that we should
follow 'em. We didn't.

Now we don't
know where they are.It was a tactical decision.

Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Boys, boys, boys, please!

Valid points all around,
but if we could focus up,

I think I know how to find them.
Now, this Russian hit squad

is presumably en route
to Jane and Patterson, right?

Yeah.Okay, so if we can
intercept their phones,

we can figure out
where they're going.

You can do that?If he can't, I can.

There's a phishing app
called FindMyMark.

It's way too glitchy.
Plus, it's so 2016.

FindMyPhish is brand-new.
It's the best.

How exactly does it work?

We send a text to one
of the goon's phones.

Okay, so if we
know their number,

why don't we
just track it?

[Rich and Boston
talking over each other]

...we find Patterson and Jane!

Also, statistically speaking,

there's probably gonna be
a shootout or a fistfight.

Whatever. Just do it,
'cause we need to find them

before this Russian
hit squad does. Let's move.

Race ya.

We just got word
from Beta Team.

They intercepted
Boris's goons en route.

We know where Jane
and Patterson are.

Almost there.
Where's my family?

Not until
the download's complete.

The FBI is here!
How did they track us?

I don't know.

You set me up!

Were you lying
about my family, too?

Put the gun down.
I'm telling the truth.

Then tell me where
they are right now

or you're a dead woman!

♪♪

Put the gun down
and we'll talk.

You're not calling
the shots anymore.

Tell me where my family is
or I will kill you!

Put the USB
back into the drive

and I'll tell you
everything you need to know.

You kill me now, you'll never
know where your family is.

Okay, the server room

should be at the end
of this corridor.

Your team finds out
that you've been

looking for those
black site files,

you're gonna be in as much
trouble as I am, aren't you?

All I know is you
got about 15 seconds

before the FBI
busts through the door,

and then you'll never
see your family again.

I can get you
out of this.

Hold me hostage.
Make it look real.

My husband's FBI. He'll be
first through the door.

He won't shoot
if I'm in front of you.

And then what?Make a deal.

You've got all
the intel they want.

And you keep our little
side deal a secret.

This is the only way you're
gonna get out of this.

Now give me the USB.

Throw down the gun first.

FBI! Drop your weapon
and let her go!

Get back!
Get back!

Let her go and drop
your weapon slowly.

That's not gonna happen.

Hey, you okay?

The pill didn't work.

I-- I woke up
a few moments ago.

Boris got suspicious.
He drew his gun.

This is my fault.

You shouldn't be
out here alone.

I'm gonna be with you
from now on, I promise.

What'd I miss?

Hey, there he is! That's
how you save the day!

Ha! Are you going back
to your safe house now?

Mm-hmm.Yeah, yeah.

I just wanted
to say bye.

And apologize
for being a little...

Rude
Back

Pot, kettle, black much?
Sorry.

That's okay.
I know this is your turf

and you don't like it
if anyone else gets
any attention, so...

Okay, I'm trying
to apologize here.

Could you accept
it like a normal
person, please?

I deserve that.

And I guess I should thank you
for not ratting me out

about the whole breaking
house arrest by hacking
into the Internet thing.

Hacker code, right?Hacker code.

I mean, I just got
a little nuts there,

'cause I thought you
were gunning for my job,

but that's ridiculous,
you know.

Oh, no, no, no, I-- I am
100% gunning for your job.

Kinda think I'm gonna
get it, too.

Hey, what if I say
screw the hacker code

and everybody finds out
that you've been online
from the safe house?

Uh, you want to
get into a game

of "who knows what
about who" with me?
Tsk. Mm.

Enjoy your last couple
of days as a consultant.

I learned that
from Patterson.

See you, sweetie.

Boris didn't do us any favors
with that partial USB download.

Think we can recover
the rest?

Well, we'll have
to get creative.

The FBI seized
all of his servers

with the rest of
the black site intel on it.

We just need to find a hacker
who can retrieve it.

Right, one with
flexible moral boundaries.

Got anyone in mind?

Yeah. He just needs
a little push.

One of your specialties.
But we'll have to move fast.

Once your little FBI friends
realize that Boris

leaked black site
locations, they will
start to move prisoners.

We've got to get to Shepherd
before that happens.

Well, that's not
the only clock on this.

Patterson is still
hell-bent on finding
Dolan's mystery contact.

It's only a matter of
time until she figures
out it was me.

Potassium...
chloride... hypotonic.

That's quite
the cocktail, sis.

It's just a precaution.

Now that Weller's back
out in the field,

I'll be spending days
andnights with him,

and it'll be hard keeping
up the Jane Doe act.

He's starting
to see cracks.

So that's your Plan B.

Get rid of Weller so
you can stay in the FBI

as long as you can.

Not a bad plan...

I mean, if you can
actually do it.

What is that
supposed to mean?

Are you really prepared to
use that if it comes to it?

Of course I am. I despise
everything he stands for.

Hey! Honey...

I know that I said
I'd go shopping,

but then I thought,
why cook when we could go out?

You okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

What are you hiding
behind your back?

This is it.

He knows.

Kill him.

♪♪

♪♪

Greg, move your head!