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Let her go!

This is not how I pictured
seeing you again.

Yeah?
Maybe you don't know me

as well as you thought.
Now drop it.

Or what?

You're gonna shoot me?

If I have to.

Or you can drop the gun,

and we can have
a conversation.

Well, that was fun.

What do you want?

Just your access
to the FBI servers.

That's not gonna happen.

Oh, it'll happen.

It's just a matter of how.

Now, which should
we use first

Here.

Blueprints to all the CIA's
domestic black sites.

Shepherd could be
in any one of the five sites

on the Eastern seaboard.

We still need to find
which one.

I mean, easy enough
to say, but--

This is what
I'm paying you for.

I'll work
my connections, too.

What?
Someone from the U.S. Marshals
looked into me, Allison Knight.

You know her?

Allie Knight, U.S. Marshals.

Clearly you do.

Your friend has
a photo of me

from the night
we met in Dumbo.

Weller must've tailed me.

I'd be more than happy
to take care of him.

It'll look like an accident.

No, no,
I still need him alive.

I can get him
under control.

All right.

Now, this can be very easy
or very, very difficult.

Look, you want to talk,
let's talk.

Whatever's going on with you,
whatever happened,

we can figure this out.

She's not on your side
anymore.

Now, what's the password?

All right.
All right!

E...

...A-T...

S-H.

Is this funny to you?

No, it isn't.

But this isn't you.
We both know that.

But I can't help you
unless you--

What are you doing?

We want the same thing.

I just wanted
the smart way.

The hell's that
supposed to mean?

You had a scalding hot fork
inches from his face.

If he'd screamed, we'd be
dealing with neighbors

and cops right now.
Please.

I was going to gag him before
we got to the good part.

In and out,
that's the plan.

What, you're gonna hack it
yourself now?

No, I'm buying us time.

I'll break him
when he comes to.

One of us will.

Good morning.

Whoa, you're here early.

It's like you have
Jane-related ESP or something.

I literally just learned
about this.

You learned about what?

Did you find a treatment?

Please... don't get
your hopes up.

There's an experimental
stem-cell therapy.

It's still in trials
and not everybody is eligible.

Okay, so we make Jane
eligible.

This isn't like
a wait-list thing, Kurt.

Jane has to be a match,

and the test for compatibility
is like a spinal tap...

only a lot more painful.

That is what you came here
to talk about, right?

Yeah. Also...

I need you to look
into this woman for me.

Her name is Violet Park.

What's this for?

It's for Allie.
It's a favor.

Okay,
I'll see what I can do.

And can we keep this
between... ourselves?

Allie doesn't know that I'm
looking into it for her.

Thank you.

Is there anything else
going on here

that I should know about?

No.

At least, I hope not.

Wow... your hair.

I did it myself.

Just feels more like me.

Do you like it?

I love it.

And I love that,

but we should
keep it professional,

Agent Doe.

I didn't miss
a team meeting, did I?

No, uh, I was just
talking to Patterson.

There's a procedure.

It's a long shot,

but it might be a possible
cure to your condition.

What?

But we have to see
if you're a match first.

From what I gather,
the test...

is not gonna
feel very good.

You and I can just run.

No, I can't.

I have no choice but to keep
working with these people

until we recover the rest
of your data caches

and find the cure.

I'll do it.

Look, I'll do anything

if it might give us
more time together.

We got a hit on Jane's
scythe tattoo.

We're not waiting for Reade?

Edgar will not be joining
us today.

He's out sick.
He e-mailed.

What, you're gonna
hack it yourself?

No, I'm buying us time.

Catching up on Netflix.
Mm, excuse me.

You were saying?
Uh, yes,
so on your left calf

is an outline of a scythe.

A Grim Reaper,
which is fitting

because it happens
to be the nom de plume

of a very prolific
assassin.

We've been chasing
"The Scythe" for years.

He's killed
on six continents.

And we've never been able
to I.D. him until today.

Roman added a cluster of dots
imbedded in the tattoo.

We could never figure out
their significance.

Until this handsome fellow
landed at JFK this morning.

Meet Luther VanLax.

Make that swipe right
on that, am I right?

Yes, Daddy.
You don't get it.

His facial rec pattern
is an exact match

for the dots
on Jane's leg.

So Roman was telling us that
Luther VanLax is "The Scythe."

In other words,
we just found a ghost.

Briefly.
Unfortunately,

by the time my database
confirmed the match,

Luther was already
MIA again.

If this guy has killed
internationally,

we should bring in Keaton
on this.

Shepherd could be in
any one of the five sites.

We need to find which one.

I'll work my connections, too.

The CIA could have intel
we don't.

Great.
Let's bring in Mr. Fun.

Think he'll wear khaki?

Brilliant plan, Tasha.

Your little friend's
still out.

Do you know how much time
you've just cost us?

I will call the boss
and explain what happened.

No. You should've just let me
torture him.

It wouldn't have worked.
Reade is too strong for that.

We need to use what's
important to him.

Suddenly you're
the interrogation expert?

I'm ex-CIA.
It's kind of our thing.

And I know him better
than you.

Which is why
you should stand down.

You are way too close to this
for my comfort.

Yeah?

We had a little hiccup.

No, I

We can still get it,
we just--

I understand completely.

We have two hours.
Or what?

Or JB goes ahead
without us.

And you don't want that,
trust me.

Nap time's over.

What are you gonna do?

Wake him the hell up.

The Scythe's been
on the CIA's radar

since he killed
three of our operatives

in Saudi Arabia in '08.

Any theories on his MO?

After the Saudi murders,
a U.S. oil deal fell through.

So we've always figured
he works for the Russians.

That totally tracks.

A "scythe" is another word
for a sickle.

His name is a shout-out
to the USSR.

And speaking of names,
The Scythe has many.

Here's a list of his aliases
we've compiled over the years.

Okay, so we'll scan
every database

in the tri-state area,

see if we can find
anything that hits.

Oh!

She is that good,
ladies and gentlemen!

What'd you find?
One Luther Dolov

just checked into a lecture
at Clovis Labs.

Clovis Labs dabbles
in everything

from alt energy research
to weapons R&D.

He could be there
to carry out another hit.

Let's move.

Excuse me, Doctor.

FBI! Stop!

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Get on the ground.

You're insane.

Who would choose
to program in PHP?

It's like training
with weights on--

once you take 'em off,
you're like Superman.

Jane, hold him! Hold him!

You!

What are you doing here?

You know this guy?

No, I've never met him
before in my life.

You're the reason
I do what I do.

Okay, um...

maybe he has my name
tattooed on his back?

I don't want
to hurt you again.

You got a weird way
of showing it.

As bad as you think I am,
she's worse.

Do us a favor and just
give us the password.

You swore an oath.

You were supposed
to protect people.

Yeah...

but who was
protecting me?

My "sacred oath" clearly
meant nothing to the CIA,

to my country.

Is that what this is?

You're bitter
because you got burnt?

No, I'm thankful.

It was a wake-up call.

A reminder to look out
for myself.

Everybody else does.

No, not everyone.

I must've hit you
real hard.

Seems like you forgot
some things.

Letting a dying man bleed out
in front of you?

You know damn well
that was different.

How about hiding
your little drug habit?

Who was that protecting?

You think
you're immune?

I went from the NYPD
to the FBI to the CIA,

and you know the only thing
that stayed the same?

Corruption. People serving
and protecting themselves.

And you are no different.

I don't fault you
for it.

You wanted that
Assistant Director job.

And you took it.

Well, now I'm taking
what's mine.

What happened to you?

Why are you working
for Madeline?

The real reason.

I don't know who that is.

So I'm gonna ask you
one more time,

and then I can't help you
anymore.

What... is... the password?

So who do you work for?

The Russians?

Did they order you
to kill Dr. Miller?

I didn't commit any crimes.
Hm.

First-degree murder,
it's a pretty serious crime.

What about your crimes?

Being part of a machine
that allows corporations

to profit while strangling
the land to death?

That's why
you killed her?

For environmental
reasons?

New York is a scourge.

Eight million parasites
always eating,

consuming,
throwing away.

No one thinking about
what it really costs.

But today the feeding
frenzy ends.

Today the parasites burn.

What does that mean,
Luther?

How do you know Rich DotCom?

Who?

The man you saw outside
of the elevator.

Why?

What have you done
to him?

The man I know would never
work for the FBI.

He's so protective.
It's really endearing.

And alarming.

It's just one of the pitfalls
of celebrity, I guess.

Oh, my God, are you sure
you don't recognize this guy?

You think I know this
whack

That man is the seed
from which we are all sewn.

He is the nourishing soil,
he is the sustaining dew,

he is everything.

Okay, that sounded
familiar.

So fun fact about me--

I haven't always been
the great guy

that you know
and love today.

And one of my earlier
entrepreneurial endeavors

appears to have created
some unfortunate ripple effects.

What was the scam, Rich?

I managed to convince
a handful of people

who care very deeply
about the planet

to pay me to offset
their carbon emissions.

So you preyed on
environmentalists?

Only the gullible ones.

I created a website
where people could go

to offset
their carbon footprint

if they ever bought
an "un-eco-friendly" item

like a TV or a cell phone
or, God forbid, a plane ticket.

And they would just pay me
a nominal fee.

And what did you tell them
that you were using
the money for?

You know, planting trees,
cleaning the ocean,

fighting deforestation.

Really important,
necessary work.

Which you weren't
actually doing.

Oh, no, I did not
do it at all.

But I did create a pretty
kick-ass website.

That's your website?

I thought you were
a computer genius?

I remember it being
cooler than this.

But in my defense,
I was drinking

a lot of bathtub gin
in those days.

"Jackson Fernwood."

Explains how Luther
recognized him.

You wrote a manifesto?

Yes.
And that's what Luther
was quoting?

"Nature, the gentlest mother,
impatient of no child,

the feeblest or the waywardest,
Her admonition mild."

Emily Dickinson?

Oh, I have no idea.
It's Dickinson.

Okay, Harvard, jeez.

Yeah.
Wow.

I got tired of writing
all this stuff,

so I wrote a program
to write it for me.

Basically it's an algorithm
that scours the Internet

for anything remotely
ecological,

whips it up,
spits it out as propaganda.

You wrote an artificial
intelligence plagiarism bot.

Yes, I did, and then I got bored
with it and moved on.

Well, apparently
it's still spitting.

And someone has
co-opted this site

to inspire
terrorist attacks.

This just doesn't stop
at Luther.

He said something
today about,

"The New York parasites
will burn."

Something else is coming.

Okay, we'll I.D. anyone
who frequented Rich's site,

or bought carbon offsets.

Jane, we should get going

if we're gonna make
your appointment.

I want to stay and help.

Jane, it's fine.
That's important.

This research is gonna
take us a while.

Okay.

You sure you're up
for this?

If there's even a 1% chance
this could save me,

I gotta try.

But yeah, I'm scared.

Don't be.

You're the strongest person
I know.

You will beat this.

What if I can't?

Hi there.

Okay. Now, I believe
you were made aware

you won't be given any
anesthesia for this procedure.

It interferes with the accuracy
of the examination.

Yeah, I'm aware.

I'll be inserting a needle
into your spinal column

to obtain some fluid.

I'll need you to stay
very still.

You'll feel
a burning sensation

and pressure on
your vertebrae.

And for 24-hours after...

Headaches,
nausea, fatigue.

They told me.

Hey.

Don't look at them.
Look at me.

I'm gonna be here
the whole time.

I'm not gonna ask
you again, Reade.

You said that already.

All right, my turn.

Don't be stupid.

She will torture you.

She doesn't care
about you.

She doesn't
care about me.

She just wants the password.

Was any of it real for you?

It was real for me.

Was this entire
thing a lie?

Did you ever love me?

Yeah.

I've always loved you.

Does that make it better?

Would you rather
that I didn't?

That I'd never
let anyone get close,

and you're no different?

Whatever gets us the password
and out the door,

that's the answer.

Actually,
I think this is.

What the hell are you doing?

You said to use
what's important to him.

You seem pretty important.

If you don't want your
girlfriend's brains on you,

you'll give me
that code.

Hey, so while you were gone,

we I.D.'d everyone who bought
into Rich's eco scam.

And this is
Daniel Katzovich.

Katzovich was
a client of yours?

He was not a bad dude
at the time.

Who is this guy?

He's the head of ELM,

the Eco Liberation Movement.

They bombed
Providence Paper Mill,

killing 40 union workers,

torched Polivy Heating Oil,
another 12 dead.

All their attacks
have one aim--

destroy those
who destroy the Earth.

How is Daniel still
at large

if he's responsible
for attacks like these?

Nothing ties to him directly.

You didn't just inspire
one guy, Rich.

You inspired
an entire terrorist group.

No, my algorithm did.

My algorithm inspired
a terrorist group.

That doesn't sound any better,
I'm sorry.

Daniel must have taken
Rich's manifesto

and used it as the foundational
doctrine for ELM.

He always seemed a little
too into it, you know?

He was one of the only clients
I actually met with in person.

He bought so many credits,
I took him out to this
vegan restaurant.

Not important.
Fair enough.

What is it?

After Luther killed
Dr. Miller...

Oh, excuse me.

...I wrote a program to sort
through her e-mails,

hoping to ascertain motive.

Dr. Miller was
a member of ELM.

Why would Luther kill
one of his own?

Looks like she wanted out.

Why?
Another attack or... ?

She was stockpiling
white phosphorous.

White phosphorus starts fires
which can't be put out.

It's so deadly
it's banned in war.

She was hoarding the stuff
for months,

but two weeks ago
ELM seized her stash.

So Luther was
the clean-up guy.

Made sure
she didn't talk.

"New York is a scourge..."

"Today the parasites burn..."

ELM is going to deploy
that white phosphorous

somewhere in New York.

Today.

I'm gonna count down
from five.

Five...

four...
Reade, please.

Oh, what, I'm supposed
to save you now?

I don't even know you.

Three...
She's serious.

Two...
All right, stop!

Okay, don't kill her.
I'll give you what you want.

I stand corrected.

You were useful
after all.

Katzovich has a multi-acre
compound in Long Island.

So we storm the place.

We'll bring him in
for questioning.

No, I mean,
if the white phosphorus
isn't at the compound,

then a raid could trigger
an attack.

So you got a better idea?

Well, I'm apparently still
beloved to these folks.

What if I was
your ticket inside?

What?
That's not the worst idea.

Okay then, we're going
undercover.

I'll stay in the truck
with Keaton.

Bring me to my people.

I told you not to disturb me.

Jackson Fernwood
is here.

Hmm.

Jackson,
I can't believe it.

It's been...
Years.

My goodness,
you look good.

Come to me, Dan-Dan.

And you are?
Um...

This is Wendell.

Wendell, his assistant.

Well, more of a servant,
really.

But who among us is not
a servant to Mother Gaia?

Don't push it, Rich.

So you've continued
your environmental work?

We haven't heard from you
in quite some...

Continued?

No, my dear.

I've increased it.

When you disappeared,
we reached out, but...

we never heard back.

Say you got rid of your phone.

I had to abandon
my "Smartphone."

I don't need Instagram
telling me

where to find
my free-trade coffee.

And your e

Yes, and snail mail.

Don't get me started
on the USPS

and the rampant
waste of paper.

Easy.

We assumed you'd lost
devotion to the cause.

No, no.

Opposite, opposite.

Time to prove your bona fides.
Tell them you're--

I've been on the offense,

making some big moves.

Like?
Fires.

You're gonna have
to be more specific.

Starting fires.

All right, site the Northern
California fires

that burned down
the tract homes.

They never figured out
how it got started.

For example,
the ones in NorCal.

We were responsible
for that one.

Why come back now if you're
doing so well without us?

Well, humbly
I've returned to help.

Kurt, pad his ego.
He's a narcissist.

And to learn.

Jackson hasn't stopped talking
about you, Daniel, and...

what we've done
is-- is nothing

compared to what
you've achieved with ELM.

I wouldn't say
"nothing," Wendell.

I would.

This compound is legendary,

all thanks to you.

Well...

Let me show you
around.

We have 18 acres
of organic gardens,

water purification
system.

And an absolutely
breathtaking view.

Although I'm not really
a beach person myself,

I find once the sand
gets in your swim--

The ocean's location
is strictly strategic.

Between operating
our own wind farm

and the state-of-the-art
solar panels,

we make 100% of our energy.

My truck even runs
on vegetable oil.

So it's a completely
independent commune.

In every sense
of the word, yes.

That doesn't look
very communal.

Okay, I'll buy you
some time.

Daniel, I'd love to meet
your members of your movement,

if that's possible.

Jackson Fernwood,
you're heard of me, of course.

Hello, hello.

How you feeling?

Hanging in.

Been wanting to ask you
something.

Yeah.

I know it's crazy, but...

I want to see Shepherd.

One last time.

Why?

After what
she's done to you?

I want to interrogate her.

See if she knows anything
about a cure.

You think
we haven't done that?

Come on, you think
I want you dead?

You and I have
come a long way, Jane.

I haven't done it.

She might admit something
to me that...

She doesn't know anything.

I have other reasons
for wanting to see Shepherd.

I'm dying.

Do you understand that?

I don't know
how much time I have.

And you want to spend it
with a monster?

I need to see her.

Look, I'm sorry, Jane,
but the CIA doesn't use

black sites to host
family reunions, okay?

So the answer's no.
No?

I know all about
what you do there.

I know what it feels like
to not see the sun for months,

to feel like you're
losing your mind.

Now, my memory might be shot,

but I remember everything
you did to me.

And you don't think
you owe me one?

And this is the favor
you want to call in?

I'll take you up tomorrow.

Shepherd could be in any one
of the five sites

on the Eastern seaboard.

How far is the drive?

I, um, I have more doctor's
appointments in the city.

We'll be back
by the afternoon.

There's a locked garage.
I'm heading to it now.

Be ready to move in.

I'm in...

but I don't have
a lot of time.

Do you have eyes
on the white phosphorous?

No, got my eyes on
a lot of empty boxes.

Hang on.

And some sort of EMP device.

I'll send you a photo now.

Got 'em.

Could be for disabling
communication

at the bombing target

to prevent calls
to first responders.

I got three barrels here.

They do have some sort of
white residue on them.

That would be
the white phosphorus.

Be careful.
It's highly reactive.

Their stockpile was here.

These boxes have
labels on them.

For drones.

Empty drone boxes and empty
barrels of white phosphorus.

They're planning
an air strike.

So this was the assembly point.

And we can't just evacuate
one building.

No, the whole city
will be under attack.

I'm sorry,
I heard "air raid"?

The white phosphorous
isn't there anymore.

It looks like
it's being prepped
for aerial distribution.

Okay, we need to get the hell
outta here right now.

Actually, you need to find
the launch site.

Rich, have you seen
any maps or plans--

You don't think I would have
mentioned that already?!

Can you get
on Daniel's phone?

Oh, yeah, I'll just tell 'em
I need to call my friends
at the FBI!

Rich, calm.

Okay, okay, you know what,
I can do that.

He's been on his phone
a lot today.

He's probably been
communicating

with whoever's
overseeing the launch.
Yeah.

Weller, I'm sending you
an upload link now.

Once Rich has the phone,
swap the SIMs

and import the data.
Got it.

"Once Rich has the phone,"
like that's the easy part!

Download's almost finished.

You're in way over
your head, aren't you?

Let's look at the people
you run with.

You worked with Blake because
she was easy to control,

but Madeline's
a different story, isn't she?

Not your job
to worry about me anymore.

I'm not worried about you
because it's my job.

It's written
all over your face.

Madeline is vicious and erratic,
and you're afraid.

I told you...

I don't work
for Madeline.

You might have gotten
what you wanted this time,

but what happens the next,
when you can't deliver?

You think she's
gonna have your back?

It's not too late,
you can come in,

I'll cut you a deal.

But you gotta do it now.

You go any further
across this line,

then I can't help you, Tasha.

Thank you for your cooperation,

and your insight
into my coworker.

I wonder what our boss
would think

about your generous offer.

How can I know that you won't
rat us out to save yourself?

Because he's lying.

Even if you wanted help,
if I step one foot
in the FBI,

there's a good chance
I'll never see sunlight again.

Isn't that right,
Assistant Director?

Smart girl.

Good-bye, Reade.

Daniel, I must ask,

I've been staring
at it all day.

Where did you
get this shirt?

Get it?

We don't buy
what we don't have to.

Ah, yes.

The wasteful practices
of the textiles industry.

It's really
the shipping companies

who do the most damage.
We made this.

Of course you did.

We have an onsite loom.

Onsite, really?
May I touch?

It's just got such an inviting
sort of feel to it.

It's silk or a kind of cotton?

You think I don't know
what you're doing?

You had a reputation
for seducing followers.

But I'm not a follower anymore,
and I'm not interested.

Understood.

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

Daniel, where's your bathroom?

Down the hall,
door on the left.

Okay, thank you.

If it's yellow,
let it mellow.

I've got his SIM card.

I'm transferring it
to my phone now.

Put it on "do not disturb"
and start the upload.

It'll take about six minutes.

So, about this loom...

Excuse me.

Landline... it's pretty
old-school.

What, is he gonna listen
to a Walkman next?

Remember those?

What do you mean,
you just called?

When?

Daniel's a little
on edge.

Understood.
I'm gonna go check on Wendell.

My phone's missing.
Where's Jackson?

He just stepped out.

And his friend?
I don't know.

That was the bombing team.

They've been
trying to call.

Find them now!

And activate the EMP.

If they're cops, we can't
let them get word out.

Okay, bail out, bail out,
we're burned!

Rich?

Rich?

Rich!
You copy?

Hey!

Stop!

Are you okay?

Yeah.
Thank you.

Comms are fried,
they must have used the EMP.

Where's Rich?

I told you I didn't trust
the timing

of him showing up again.

The feds must have
gotten to him.

If I ever see Jackson again,
he's a dead man.

Guys...

I'm with Daniel in the truck,
can you tail us?

Guys?

Guys?

We had the building secured,
but Daniel made his own exit.

How the hell
did that happen?

Through an unmarked easement
in the back woods.

Rich is gone, too.

What?

I got something
off Daniel's phone.

Yeah, hang on,
I'm putting you on speaker.

The EMP blast prematurely
terminated the upload,

but I was able to retrieve
his last incoming texts.

What do they say?
A bunch of scary stuff,

but more importantly,
they originated in Brooklyn,

Greenpoint, to be exact.

Okay, Patterson, Greenpoint
is three square miles.

I'm working on getting you
a more precise location.

We're heading there now.

Send us the exact coordinates
when you get them.

Let's move.

Get them in the air now,
let's go.

Whoa.

I'm a nimble gazelle.
I'm a nimble gazelle.

Okay.

Roadside Service Center.

What's your emergency?

Yes, hi, I'm trying to thwart
a domestic terror plot.

Could you please connect me
with the New York branch
of the FBI?

Just tell 'em it's Rich,
they'll know who that is.

Sir, prank calling
an emergency operator

is a serious offense.

No, no, no, I'm--
seriously, I'm with the FBI.

Seriously, this is illegal.
I'm hanging up.

Wait, wait, wait.
Hold on, please.

What if you're wrong, huh?

Think about that
just for a second.

I mean, you know, the call
is being recorded, I assume,

and I don't wanna put this
on you, but...

Hello?

Okay.

How much longer?
Two minutes, tops.

Stop what you're doing
right now!

What the hell
are you doing?

I'm saving the planet.

No, we're saving
the planet.

Daniel, I have
the conch now.

It's my time to talk.

I built something
beautiful, peaceful.

A true collective,

united by our shared love
of Mother Earth.

You really think setting
Manhattan on fire

is gonna be good
for the environment?

I mean, it's mostly
garbage, right?

Exactly.
No, I mean
literal garbage.

Like litter, rubbish,
trash, et cetera.

And setting it on fire's
not gonna be good

for the ozone layer,
am I right?

Do you know
how many over-consumers

populate Manhattan?

I wanna say eight million,
give or take?

Fires are a natural part
of a forest's life cycle.

From the ashes of Manhattan,
a new, natural city will grow.

I don't see
how that's possible.

Take him out!

Everyone out!
Everyone out!

Cover me!
Go, go, go, go!
Go!

Jane!
Come to us, now!

Jane!

My back spasmed!

I got her.

Oh... you are kidding me.

Move it!

Kurt...

Jane...

Stay with him.

Come on, Keaton.
Hang on.

I got the controls.

You're dealing
with WY802 drones,

you're gonna need
to toggle...

It's a remote control,
Patterson, I got it.

Right, yes.
Super user-friendly.

Ah, no!

Freeze.

You got the right
to remain silent.

And the right to apologize

for turning a perfectly
good online scam

into a terrorist
organization.

You like the Earth so much,

why don't you get down
on the ground and kiss it?

Smoochie-smoochie.

Come on, you've seen "Cops,"
you know how this goes.

Come on, Keaton.
Stay with me.

Hey... you're gonna call
my wife and kid, okay?

No, you're gonna
call them yourself.

Keaton?

No... no...

I've been calling you guys.

Zapata's in Manhattan,
we need to find her.

What do you mean?

What happened
to your eye?

I just spend the entire day
with her tied to a chair.

Like an S&M thing,
or... ?

She broke into my home!

I'm getting sick and tired
of Keaton telling us

he's gonna handle it.

He damn well better share
some intel with us,

and we're gonna
find her, now.

What?!
What is it?

Keaton was shot today
in the field.

He's in
a medically-induced coma.

They're not sure
he's gonna make it out.

All right.

Patterson, send out
a nationwide FBI alert

with a focus on the tri-state,
and send forensics

over to my place.
She wasn't alone.

I'm gonna need the two of you

to do a digital analysis
on the servers.

I think she just
accessed them.

But those are unhackable.
I know, I...

I let her on.
I didn't have a choice.

Okay.

We'll figure out
what she took

or gave us.

Jane...

I'm so sorry, but you're not
a match for this treatment.

Are you sure
there's no... ?

Unfortunately, the results
were conclusive.

Your body would reject
this form of stem-cell therapy.

I'm truly sorry, I wish
there was something

we could do to help you.

I'm so sorry.

We're going to find a cure.

Roman did it.

Okay.

So, uh...

That's it.

I'm-- I'm gonna die.

Don't say that.
Why?

Right now there isn't
a cure for me.

Jane...
And I thought that this

might actually work,

that I'd have a real shot
at beating this.

You do.
We're not finished yet.

There were so many things
I wanted to do,

things that I needed--

You will.

We will.

We're going
to figure this out.

And what if we don't?

What if we can't?

Come here.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Stop looking into Violet.

Okay, but I--

I shouldn't have
second-guessed Allie.

She's got a lot
on her plate,

and she doesn't need me
being paranoid.

Look, I don't know
what's going on

between you two.

But I already looked
into Violet.

And she is...

no Girl Scout.

Violet's aliases
have aliases.

She's the queen
of the black market.

She can get you
anything from...

surface-to-air missiles
to drugs to human organs.

Anything for the right price.

Are you okay?

I mean, I know
Allie missed it,

but she should be happy
you found this for her, right?

Yeah.

Hey.

Uh... arnica gel.

It'll help with the bruising.

You should go home.

I'm not leaving here
until I find her.

I'm not sure that's real.

She couldn't have just
disappeared again!

Ugh...

I have teams
combing the city,

every port,
every airfield.

I just need to stop her
before she hurts anyone else.

My contact at the CIA
says it's a day trip.

Shepherd has to be
at the Rowayton black site.

I'll start prepping
the breakout.

What took you so long?

There was a delay
getting onto Reade's computer,

but we got what we needed.

Better late than never,
I suppose.

There's something else
you should see.

It's in the trunk.

What was that all about?

She was MI-6,
an undercover agent

in your inner circle.

I did some digging.

It's all there.

Official dossier
from the UK.

I was advised
there might be a mole.

I was worried
it might be you.

When this is over,
your loyalty won't
be forgotten.

Greg, move your head.