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Okay, birthday girl.

Now, Chef Draluck needs to know
for the seafood dish

if you want shrimp and grits
or jerk catfish.

Can't we have both?

Oh, now, come on.
You're just being greedy.

Daddy, my 49th birthday is tomorrow,

and I want everything to be perfect.

- Okay. I'll talk to him.
- Yay.

But he does need a final head count,

especially since you invited
two hundred people.

Yes. That is because I want everyone

who has ever been
a force of good in my life

- to be at my party...
- Mm.

All my old boyfriends,
all my old girlfriends,

my third grade teacher
and that cute, little boy

who fixed the sprinklers last week.

Okay, now, they both RSVP'd,

but eighty people have yet to respond.

See, that's what I hate about L.A...

People are so Hollywood and trifling
when it comes to RSVPing.

People got to keep their options open

in case something better comes along.

Ha! What's better
than my birthday party?

Don't answer that. Let me see.

Okay, this girl was always a flake,

so we can just scratch her out.

Laura Stensen said maybe?

Matthew Garza, no reply?

Ain't this a bitch? Carter Hope said no.

Simone, language.

My own training agent is not
coming to my birthday party?

No, no, no, this has to be a mistake.

You know what? I'm gonna get
my co-workers' confirmations

once I get to the office. Huh.

Bye, Daddy!

Bye.

So, my jeweler made that

from a thirty year old photograph

of a necklace
that Simone's mom used to wear.

- Stunning.
- Right?

But you already gave her
a birthday gift.

In fact, several gifts...

Yeah, a birthday week, right?

One for each day.
And the necklace is today.

Tomorrow, coup de grace. Amazing.

Aren't you worried that
giving Simone all these gifts

is a bit gauche?

Or as you Americans say, thirsty?

Oh, girl, that will
look gorgeous on you.

- What's the occasion?
- It's for Simone's birthday.

Gift number six of seven.

- From Brendon.
- Yeah.

Uh, Brendon, the Director's
address to the agency

is in ten minutes,
but he's always early, so...

Okay. We'll finish this later. Bye.

Bye.

You think it's wise to show
your girlfriend jewelry

- you bought another woman?
- Simone's my best friend.

And Antoinette...
She's not a jealous type.

And she never even wears jewelry.

Maybe that's because
you haven't gotten her any.

Right.

Oh, no, I'm sorry. I'm saving this seat.

- That's against the rules.
- No, it's not.

Fine. But I won't forget this.

Oh, hey, boo.
Thanks for saving me a seat.

I may have just entered into a
blood feud with Dungey over it.

What is that?

What's what?

Fine.

I was gonna surprise you later,
but happy birthday eve.

You are doing too much.
You know that, right?

Hmm.

It's a recreation of your mother's.

This was her favorite necklace.

It broke her heart when she lost it.

Brendon... Ah!

Carter, you were right,

we do have the best probies
in the bureau.

We didn't even have to ask
you guys to save us a seat.

- Oh, no, we didn't.
- We didn't.

Yeah, you did. Now, get up
and go stand over there

with the other agents
with no seniority. Come on.

Hey, are you still
a "maybe" for my party?

Yes. Well, I'm an FBI agent,

and I'm always on call,
so I'm always a maybe.

Are you still a straight-up "no"?

Training agents shouldn't
party with their probies.

I appreciate that you
feel comfortable enough

to fraternize with me, but no more.

We are resetting our boundaries.

Well, can we reset our boundaries

after my birthday party?

No.

Hello, Los Angeles agents.

Unfortunately, there's going
to be a slight delay

before my remarks.

Matt, uh, can I steal you and your team?

Yeah. Of course. Let's go.

Early this morning,
an old friend of mine...

Supervisory Special Agent Neal Wizaro...

Was found stumbling through
the desert outside of Vegas.

Now, he claims that he was buried alive,

with no memory of how he got
there or of the last 24 hours.

Sounds like one hell of a bender.

So either he's lying to cover
an epic night of lawlessness or...

Or someone attempted
to murder an FBI agent.

Jack, isn't this a matter for
the Internal Investigation Unit?

Neal's in the IIU. They can't
investigate themselves.

And that is why I need a team
who can be discreet.

Question, IIU is based in D.C.

What was Neal doing in Nevada?

He was conducting
a routine vehicle inspection

at a substation in Calexico, California.

That's a roll of the dice from Vegas.

I mean, maybe he could have
been up there partying.

Perhaps. But what happened next?

That's what I need you
to find out. Quietly.

They're bringing him in now.

We're on it, Jack. Thanks.

- Thank you all.
- Yeah.

Jack was my S-A-C in Atlanta.
He's the best boss I ever had.

We are not gonna let him down.
I want zero leaks on this, understood?

So Neal Wizaro went
full hangover in Vegas.

Should be a fun case.

Assistant network, tío.
I knew before the Director did.

Okay. Carter, Simone,
retrace Neal's steps,

find out what he did
and who he did it with.

- Take the jet.
- A private jet to Vegas?

Happy birthday to me.

This is a work assignment, Simone.

Oh, I know. But anything
could happen, Carter.

I mean, what if I have
to go undercover as a showgirl?

Send Laura and Brendon. Please?

- Go.
- Matt?

Now.

You two, do a deep dive
on this guy, okay?

Use the assistants' network.
But also talk to his colleagues.

I want to know
what is notin his file, okay?

What do you think?

I think we're gonna find out
either our director's BFF is a liar

or something much worse.

You don't remember anything?

No.No sounds? Smells? Sensations?

Only two words.
The color red, the number one.

"Red one."

Okay? I have no idea
what the significance is.

It's... It's just that it's...
It's stuck in my head.

Could it be a street name for heroin?

No, no. I've never shot up in my life.

I don't know what this is, okay?
I-I only know "red one."

Okay, just tell us what you do remember.

I-I went to Vegas, okay...

Which for the record
is not against FBI policy.

I checked into the Pharaoh hotel.

I ended up at the bar...

Did you get drunk, Neal?
Do you have a history of that?

No. I mean, I like
to have a good time, sure,

but no, nothing like this.
Look, I-I was in Vegas, okay?

Right.

I think I met some women at the bar.

And the next thing I remember,
I woke up in the desert.

- Literally.
- Okay, who were these women?

I honestly can't remember.

But I'm pretty sure they were hot.

Sorry. I know. That's not helpful.

Come in.

I was told you needed someone
to have a full tox screen.

Yeah. Thank you. List him
as a John Doe for now, please.

No problem. I can draw his blood here,

and then someone will just
need to observe him

as he gives a urine and stool sample.

Oh, not it.

Got it.

That was Laura.
Supposedly, all Neal remembers

is drinking at the hotel bar
with some women

and the words "red one."

Well, red one is a pocket
on the roulette wheel.

Maybe Neal's wild night
included some gambling.

- Yeah.
- What about you, Carter?

You ever have a wild night?

I have a strict
two drink maximum policy.

Mm. Well...

there is an open bar
at my birthday party,

so if you have three drinks,
I won't squeal.

- I told you I'm not coming.
- We'll see about that.

Do you always have huge
parties for your birthdays?

- No.
- So why not wait until your fiftieth?

What's so special about forty-nine?

Come tomorrow and find out.

Simone, it's nothing personal,
but you're my trainee.

One day I may have to fire you.
And I can't let the fact

that we once did
the cha-cha slide at a party

cloud my impartiality.

- You cha-cha slide?
- No, I do a lot of things.

Okay, but do you party, Carter?

Do you even celebrate your own birthday?

What's to celebrate
after the big twenty-five?

What's so special about twenty-five?

You get better rates on car rentals.

You're serious?

Okay. You definitely need
to come to my party.

According to the
computer, he's still checked in.

You don't remember him?

But you said you got a noise
complaint from his room.

All I get is complaints.

Just once I wish someone
would call to say "hi."

Or "nice job." "Love your hair"...

Any surveillance cameras in here?

In the casino, yes.

But our clientele value their privacy.

Mr. Wizaro's room.

W-Where are you going?

Oh, I don't go into guest rooms anymore.

I've walked into
one too many nightmares.

Good luck.

Wow. This is a damn shame.

Just ignorant for no reason.

What?

The hell...

Relax, Carter.

It's not Godzilla.
Just a lizard on his way to the opera.

Who put a hat on him?

FBI. We're coming in.

Finally. Oh, my God. That was
close. Where have you guys been?

I've been told the bomb squad's
gonna be here hours ago.

Bomb squad? What the hell is going on?

You don't know?
This is a briefcase nuke.

If I move even just an inch,
we're all gonna die.

Let me get this straight.

You think there's a nuclear bomb
in this briefcase?

If I don't hold it at a 90-degree angle

above my chest, it'll blow.

How long have you been holding it?

Nine hours and... fourteen minutes.

Oy. Okay, so, suitcase nukes are real.

Briefcase nukes? No such thing.
It's too small of a container.

Oh, really? Look at the monogram...

N-W. Stands for nuclear war.

Or Neal Wizaro.

Baby, I'm sorry to tell you this,

but you've been punked.

No, no... Aah!

See?

No ka-boom.

So who are you?

I'm Sam Schroder. I'm a senior at UNLV.

And why are you here?

I lost all my money at the casino.

And I was walking down the hallway

just looking for a good time,
and, oh, my God, did I find one.

Party girls, pills, booze.

Then this guy brings me
back here, and he says he's FBI

and, uh, says that there's
a, uh, national emergency.

He wanted you to hold a briefcase nuke?

He showed me how to hold it,
and then he said wait for backup,

- and then he just left.
- So you were here the whole time?

You know what happened at the party?

Not really. I was just here
in the hurt locker

holding that stupid case,
but I think about an hour,

everyone left. It got quiet.

- Who is everyone?
- I have no idea.

Wait. Actually, this one chick

gave me her number when I came in...

Mandy.

That's Mandy.

Mandy, wait. I just want to talk.

I'm busy.

I don't care about your business.

Just the man you were with last night.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Of course you do.
Don't even think about it.

Alright, fine. What do you want to know?

Do the words "red one"
mean anything to you?

- Nope.
- Neal Wizaro.

Why was he left for dead in the desert?

Okay, look, I don't know
anything about that.

Well, then, what do you know about?

All I know is that his friend
paid me some money

to show him a good time.

And... And he gave me some molly
to slip into his drink.

- Oh, you drugged him?
- No. No, no.

No, I helped him, okay?

That dude was uptight.
And me and my friends...

We just got him some drinks
at the bar to loosen him up,

and then we took the party
up to his room, okay?

Things got a little too nuts,
and so we bounced.

The friend who paid for the party?
What's his name?

I don't know.
They're all Johns to me, okay?

He left right after he paid.

Didn't even want to wild out with us.

You might not know his name,
but you damn sure know his face.

We're going to a sketch artist
right now. Let's go.

Neal's had quite the career.

Worked hostage rescue,
national security,

- counterterrorism.
- Real superstar.

Until he broke his back in a
helicopter crash four years ago.

So he should have been forced
out on medical retirement,

but somehow, his pal, the Director,

pulled some strings to keep him on.

But the only investigative assignment

he was fit for was IIU.

Which is where agents go to die.

One of the assistants over there
said Neal was going stir-crazy.

You know, it sounds like he just wanted

to feel something again.
Like the old days.

Perhaps he just wanted one night
where he could forget

that he's neither the man
or agent he used to be.

I think there might be more to it.

I got Neal's tox report back.

He tested positive for alcohol,
no surprise.

And two party drugs... MDMA and LSD.

Damn, he went full Burning Man.

But then it gets weird.

He also had sodium pentothal
in his system.

- Truth serum?
- Yes. It gets its users talking,

but leaves them with no memory.

It's not much of a party drug, though.

No, but it's a great way to pry
secrets out of someone's head.

I told you I can't remember
anything after the bar.

You need to. You're
a trained operative, Neal.

You had to have noticed something.

Well, if I did, I would have told you.

Surveillance footage shows
that the sex workers

were back on the casino floor
later that night,

so they didn't do this to you.

Which means someone got into
your hotel room afterwards

and pumped you full of LSD
and sodium pentothal...

- Old-school truth serum.
- I'm aware of what it's used for.

Well, people don't just have
that cocktail lying around, Neal.

So you were targeted...

Yeah, you think I don't know that...

Listen to what I'm saying to you, Neal.

You were targeted,
then you were drugged,

and then you were interrogated,
which means you talked.

25 years working ghost ops in the FBI.

Do you have any idea how many secrets

I have rattling around in my brain?

I know where the bodies are buried

because I dug the graves.

I have no idea
what I might have given up.

We got a sketch of the guy
who instigated all this.

Show him.

Special Agent Tom Mathis.

That's the guy I was sent
from D.C. to investigate.

He works at the Calexico field
office down near the border.

- That's him?
- Yeah.

I'm sending Laura
and Brendon down there,

figure out what the hell
is going on here.

Are you serious right now?

Oh, my... You said you could deliver.

Yeah...

Okay. Yeah, fine. Thanks for trying.

What was that all about?

It was my old publicist.

He said he could get Lizzo
to call Simone tomorrow,

sing her happy birthday.

Lizzo like the singer?

Yeah. She's Simone's favorite.

It's a no-go on Lizzo.

Okay, Brendon, I know you pride yourself

on being the best present giver,
but aren't seven presents a bit much?

- What are you getting at?
- I think when it comes to Simone,

- you overcompensate a lot.
- I think you're wrong.

No, I'm not.

Ooh.

Oh, hey.

That must be the bureau car
Neal was sent to investigate.

It's crazy to me
that the government spends

so much money to fly someone
all the way out here

just to investigate a fender bender.

Well, it's not just
a fender bender, right?

Oh, right. Because Mathis had
his girlfriend in the car

- when he got into the accident.
- Which is a no-no, why?

Because agents are not
allowed to use Bu cars

- for personal reasons.
- Yes.

But isn't it just a slap on the wrist

- when someone does something like that?
- Yeah.

So I wonder why Tom wanted to kill Neal.

Uh-oh, here come the Feds.

Oh, hey, what gave us away?

Well, game recognizes game.

- I'm Tom.
- Oh, hey.

The entire FBI contingent
here in Calexico.

- We're small, but mighty.
- I'm Laura. This is Brendon.

We're here from the Los Angeles office.

L.A. Usually the only thing

we get rolling through here
are tumbleweeds.

Oh, we're actually not rolling through.

We need to, uh,
talk to you about something.

Sure. Yeah. W-What's up?

This is a conversation
that best be had inside.

Okay.

Come on in.

Neal Wizaro was here yesterday

to investigate your car accident.

Can you tell us about that visit?

Nothing interesting.

Oh, no... he didn't get
in trouble in Vegas, did he?

What makes you say that?

I don't know the guy,
but he seemed pretty down.

Any idea why?

Ex-wife, crappy job assignment,
bad back, you name it.

Said he wanted to go to Vegas
after and blow off some steam.

- And did you go with him?
- I followed him there.

Not in my Bu car, though.
I learned that lesson.

Neal said he wanted me
to show him around Sin City.

Oh, by show him around, you mean

"hire a sex worker
to dose him with molly,

take him out partying"?

That is not at all what happened.

Hmm. So what did happen?

Neal was, uh... looking for trouble.

- What kind of trouble?
- The sexy kind

that slinks up next to you at a bar,
looking to drum up business.

I tried to warn him against it,

but he wasn't in the mood
to listen. So I went home.

Any drugs he did after that,
I had nothing to do with.

Tom, I thought you said

- you worked here alone.
- I do.

Then what's with the three coffee cups?

Sorry. I'm not used to having guests.

Hey, hey.

They're still warm.

Tom, who's here with you?

Uh, look, this isn't
really a good time...

Take cover.

Cuff him!

Put the gun down! Drop it!

Now!

Hey! Hands behind your back!

Stay right here, stay right here!
Hands behind your back.

This is Special Agent Laura Stensen.

I need police and an ambulance

at the Calexico field office
on Route 7...

Okay. I can explain that.

Look, I don't know about you guys,
but I joined the FBI for the action.

Well, Tom, you sure found some today.

Yeah. And I'm sorry about that.

But I'm stuck at the most
boring substation in the world.

I mean, there's nobody to talk to.
There's nothing to do.

So you decided to start
running drugs for a cartel?

You know, there are other hobbies.

None that pay as good as they do.

So with your credentials
and your bureau car,

you were able to go across
the border back and forth

- without any questions, yeah?
- Pretty good side hustle.

Until Neal showed up to
investigate your fender bender.

Yeah. He was on me from the jump.

I had no idea.

Neal said he wanted to go to Vegas,

but he was gonna return
the next day to inspect my car.

I knew that's when he'd find
the hollowed-out bumper.

So you weren't onto him at all?

I've worked covert ops,
high value prisoner interrogations.

I've broken terror suspects.
I couldn't tell this chucklehead

was running dope from his Bu car?

What the hell happened to me?

So I figured if I caught Neal on video

in some compromising positions,

maybe I could blackmail him
into keeping quiet.

So I hired Mandy to hook him up
with pills and girls,

and I videoed him from the hotel bar.

Alright, well, let's talk about
the sodium pentothal and LSD?

What are you talking about?

Neal was injected with the truth serum

and left for dead in the desert.

Not... Not by me.

Look, I-I filmed Neal at the bar.

Once he went up to his room
with the girls, I drove home.

The... The, uh...
The valet at the hotel...

I paid him two hundred bucks

to call me the moment
Neal picked up his car.

So you'd know when he was
coming back to Calexico

to investigate your car?

Yeah, check my cellphone records.

I had a drug run over the border
this afternoon.

I called every single
half-hour to make sure

that Neal's car was still
in that hotel parking lot.

Now, why the hell would I do
that if I thought he was dead?

Wait.

If he isn't the one
who tried to bury me alive...

Who the hell did?

Looks like we are
back to square one, Neal.

Thanks for calling us.

Miracle we found it.

How did he survive this?

Look at the shape of the grave.
Like he was in the fetal position.

That could have created a small
air pocket for him to breathe.

For what, five minutes?

He had to have woken up right
after whoever buried him drove off.

We heard you found some evidence.

Just a few things in the sand.

Wallet, FBI credentials.

And this...

An old-school lighter.

But Neal's file said he didn't smoke.

The guys who put him
in the ground might have.

We're gonna need to get this
dusted for prints ASAP.

The Director wants an update.

So what don't I know?

Just scrubbing through the video
that Tom took of Neal at the bar.

Anything jump out at you?

I'm happy to be sober.

Alright. Thank you. Thank you.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on.
Go back ten seconds.

What is it?

Those two guys...
Are they watching Neal?

Let me zoom in.

Maybe they're watching her.
The guy on the right.

What's in his hand? Can you zoom in?

Elena... I'm already on it.

There you go.

It's the same lighter
as the one found in the grave.

These two guys are our suspects.

Keep playing it now. It looks like
they were talking to each other.

They're too far away to hear anything.

I know someone who can help.

The one with the lighter... he said,

"How long do we wait?"

The other one responded,

"Be patient, Rid One.

Not until he's alone."

Rid One? Are you sure?

Did I stutter?

Oh. Uh, no, no. Sorry, Fletcher. Uh, no.

The one on the left calls
the one on the right Rid One.

Maybe it's a nickname?

So Neal misremembered red one,

when really it was rid one.

No, not rid one...

"Not rid one."

Ridwan. It's a Saudi name.

And thousands of people have it...

So we need to get to work.

Hey.

Can we go home now?

Garza wants us to stay put
in case Ridwan is still here in Vegas.

So... room key.

So we're off duty?

Excuse me. Can I get an Amaretto Sour?

I'm headed to bed. Good night.

Carter, look at your watch.

It's 12:04.

Happy birthday.

Thank you. Good night.

Thank you.

You okay?

Oh, yeah. My drink is great.

Not that. Do you... want me to stay?

What about your new boundaries?

They're still there.
But, you know... it's your day.

Listen, I got to know...
Why is your forty-ninth birthday

so important?

Because my mother
didn't make it to hers.

She passed away
when she was forty-eight.

When my father was incarcerated,

she held our family
together single-handedly.

Must have taken a toll on her.

The worry, the stress? Oh, yeah.

But she did it for me
so I could see this day

and all the other days
I have in front of me.

So if you're worried
that I'm sad, don't be.

This is gonna be the best birthday ever.

Mm! And fun fact...

I always have
the best luck on my birthday.

No, no, no. Seriously, Carter,
i-it's a thing.

There's no such thing as luck.

Give me a dollar
and let me prove you wrong.

Watch me work.

- See?
- It's not luck, it's odds.

And the chance of winning a jackpot
are like a million to one.

It's your negative energy
that's blocking my blessings,

Agent "Cooler."

Good night, Carter.

- Uh...
- And thank you.

Good night.

Oh! Oh, I won!

It's my birthday!

Oh, my God!

Okay. Yes. Thank you for trying.

Mm-hmm.

No luck finding
a replacement gift for Simone?

No. No, no, no.

Hey, you're not, um, like...

jealous about any of this, right?

- Jealous?
- Yeah.

- No.
- Okay.

I'm worried.

Laura says I'm overcompensating.

She's not wrong.

Do you want to tell me
what it is with you two?

Quantico was a...
Was a nightmare for me.

- I know.
- No, but what I didn't tell you

is that I wanted to quit every day

or go get loaded or... or both.

- It was that bad?
- Yeah, yeah.

Nobody cared, nobody helped.

You know, I was... I was a joke.

And then there's Simone,
you know, who...

she took care of me, you know?

Everything that's good
in my life... everything...

You, this job... Because of her.

And I...

I just feel like I'm in her debt.

You just want to show your appreciation?

- Yeah.
- Mon amour,

for someone with such a healthy ego,

you sure do sell yourself short.

What do you mean?

You don't owe anyone anything.

And I'm 100% certain

Simone would say the same thing.

So cut yourself some slack.

Oh.

Break in the case. I got to go.

I'll see you later at the party.

I'll be the one in the fabulous dress.

Thank you.

Bye.

Yo, yo.

Good morning.

- Hey.
- Any update?

We got Ridwan's full name.

Okay. Well...

Simone, last night was so much fun.

Happy birthday.

Thank you, girl.

Okay. What's his full name?

Ridwan Al Nassar.

He flew into the States
from Saudi Arabia two days ago.

- Well, where is he now?
- Seattle.

Took a red eye out last night.
But we don't know why.

But the local field office is on alert,

which means we get to go home.

There's our b-day girl.
We'll see you at your party.

Yes, you will, lovebirds.

What happened after I left the bar?

Nothing.

Hey!

This is one of the two men who
drugged you and left you for dead.

His name is Ridwan Al Nassar.

I have no idea who that is.
I still can't remember anything.

No, no. That's not true, Neal.

You remembered "red one,"
even though it was Ridwan.

Which tells us that you do have
the ability to access buried memories.

So you up for an experiment?

- What kind of experiment?
- Have a seat.

I did some research,

and full-on memory blackouts
aren't that common.

They're usually fragmentary blackouts.

So you think there's a way
to recall those fragments?

It's called context-dependent recall.

Our brains are making notes
all the time...

Smells, music, the layout of a room.

All of these encode the context
of a memory into your brain.

So the theory is, if you
re-create the context clues,

it can trigger a memory.

These photos are the context clues?

Yeah. The hotel. Your room.

Please tell me
I didn't hurt this iguana.

Actually, it's a Chinese water dragon...

And it's fine.

How about those two women?

No. I don't recognize them.

How about those two men?

This lighter...

It was a clicking. It kept clicking.

Close your eyes. Picture it.

He's, uh...

He's, uh... He's in my head.
He's probing.

He's looking for a name.

- Who?
- I don't know, but I gave it to him.

What was the name?

Erin. Erin. Erin Moore.

- Oh, my God.
- Who is Erin Moore?

She's a U.S. Marshal.

She's retired now. Lives in Seattle.

Seattle. Ridwan flew there last night.

This must be his next target.
Get HRT to her house right now.

S-She was the liaison on one
of my cases over ten years ago.

- Geoffrey Kerkhoff.
- Kerkhoff,

- the Afrikaner mercenary?
- Yeah.

He's wanted in three countries.
Committed war crimes in the Balkans,

the Arabian Peninsula...

Until he became a double agent for us.

I worked him. He gave up a
massive terror plot he was hired for.

Turned on his own men.

In exchange for a new name
and identity courtesy of WITSEC.

Yeah. I handed him
to Erin myself. She placed him.

Which means she knows
this new identity...

An identity Ridwan is definitely after.

Okay, I'm on live with Seattle HRT.

This is Seattle Bravo Team.

Entering the bedroom now.

We have one female, bound.

Checking her pulse.

I got her killed.

She's gone.

Does she have any needle marks
on her arm?

Affirmative.

Okay, Ridwan must have gotten
Kerkhoff's new identity

off of her, and now
he's on his way to kill him.

I need that address right now.

What a lovely family.

But let us not forget what
he has done to our families.

Yours in the Balkans.

Ours in Riyadh.

Let's go.

Cover the back.
Make sure no one escapes.

- Come here. Hey, hey, hey.
- Hey, not fair.

- Dad!
- Hey. What,

you can't beat an old man?

Hey. Not in the kitchen.

- It was Lindsey's idea.
- It was Dad's idea.

Both of you, get ready for dinner.

You are the worst, Sid.

That is why you married me. Come here.

What?

Take Lindsey, go upstairs, hide.

- What's wrong?
- Do it.

Split up, check every room.

Laura, Brendon, you take the back.

Carter, Simone, you're with me.

Yeah, let's go.

Aah!

Drop it! Hands above your head!

Hey! Put it down! Turn around!

Hands up!

One in custody.

No, no, no, no! Drop the gun.

- Drop it, Geoffrey.
- Not until my family's safe.

- Let us handle this.
- Not a chance.

Don't. Keep the gun down.

Give it to me.

Please save my family.

We got Geoffrey. Who's got eyes
on the wife and the daughter?

Why are you doing this?

Ask your husband.

This is about Sid?

That is not his name.

What do you mean?

His real name is Geoffrey Kerkhoff.

I don't understand.

My sister was your age
when your father cut her down.

He murdered dozens of people
over the years

before the FBI forgave him for
his sins when it suited them.

But now he will watch you die.

Oh, no!

The way he made me watch.

I hear voices at the end of the hall.

- Give it up!
- Geoffrey still alive?

Yes.

Good. Tell him what I did here.

No!

- Agent down, agent down!
- Go, go, go, go!

Hey. Simone. Simone.

- Come here.
- Simone, Simone, Simone?

Check her out. Is she okay?

- Can't find an entry point.
- Hey.

- Simone, Simone, can you hear me?
- You okay? You okay?

- Simone?
- Can you hear me?!

- Simone.
- Damn!

Why are you shouting?

I told you, I am always
lucky on my birthday.

- Come on. Get up.
- Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Wait, wait, wait. Go slow, go slow.

I looked into it, Jack.
All those years ago...

You were the one who authorized
the deal with Geoffrey Kerkhoff.

- Put him in WITSEC.
- I did.

After all the lives he destroyed?

He gave us vital intel
which saved American lives.

In exchange, you put a monster
in Agoura Hills.

What if he had a bad day, Jack?

Snapped on his wife?
Or that little girl?

Well, Matt, it's not like
you've never made a deal

with a bad guy to get a bigger bad guy.

Not like this.

Tell me something, Jack...

How many Geoffrey Kerkhoffs
have we made deals with?

As many as we've had to.

You okay with that?

Great work, Matt.

Please extend my thanks to your team.

Of course.

- Ooh, ooh, ooh. Okay.
- Sit down. Take it easy.

- That bruise is real.
- Yeah.

I'm black and all shades of blue.

Sorry. Oh.

Oh, shoot. What time is it?

Uh, it's just before 9:00.

Hey, Daddy.

Hey, girl. Hey.

Girl, where are you?

I mean, the venue is at capacity,
people are getting their party on,

and the woman of honor is not even here.

Well, um, Daddy,
something kind of happened

at work today.

I got shot.

- You got what?
- But it... it... it's okay.

I'm okay. Brendon, tell him I'm okay.

Uh, hey. Hey, Cutty.
Yeah, no, s-she's fine.

The, um... The vest stopped the bullet.

Daddy, don't let anybody leave, okay?

I'm gonna freshen up,
and then I'm on my way.

Okay. Uh, a-are you sure?

Never been more.

I love you, baby girl.

I love you, too, Daddy.

Oh, um, another thing.

The last birthday gift
I was gonna give you,

it kind of fell through,
which is annoying...

B. Stop it. I...

I know giving gifts is
your love language, but enough.

I know. It was just...
It was gonna be special.

Hey, listen. I'm sorry.

You are so sweet.

And everything you have
given me has been amazing.

You're my best friend,
and I get to work with you every day

on a job I love.

That's the gift.

Come on.

Doc signed your release papers.

- Alright.
- Sure you're okay?

Is there anything you need?

As a matter of fact,

there is one thing.

So, who are the good guys here?

That's a great question, Elena.

I wish I had a great answer for you.

Do you need something, Antoinette?

Sorry. I was told to come here.

You were? By whom?

By me.

What's all the long faces for
on my birthday?

It's not like any of you got shot.

How you doing? Are you okay?

I'm sore, but I'm good.

And, Boss, why wouldn't I be?
I got to go to Vegas.

Disarm a briefcase nuke.

Win twenty-five thousand dollars
playing slots...

Is that what happened?

Save an innocent lady and her daughter.

And I get to work
with you beautiful people.

I mean, what's not to love?

And even though I'm fashionably
late for my birthday party,

I'm not showing up alone.

Because all of you are coming with me.

Uh, uh... Uh, uh, yeah, I gotta...

Oh, and, Boss,
why didn't you ever respond

to my invitation?

I don't like crowds.

Oh, you're gonna love this one.
You're going.

And, you. Your "maybe"
just turned into a "hell yes."

No excuses.

You, my ride or die?
I know you're gonna be there.

With your beautiful French paramour.

Absolument.

Girl, you are always down for anything.

And, you.

- Special Agent Carter Hope.
- Hmm.

You are gonna reset boundaries tomorrow,

because tonight,
you're gonna celebrate the lady

who has come into your tidy life
and finally made it exciting.

Easier to just fire you.

Well, that's a problem for tomorrow.

Tonight, you're gonna let loose,
have at least three drinks,

and join me on the floor
for the cha-cha slide.

Let's go, y'all.

Did she just say something
about a "briefcase nuke"?

Man, I can't stop thinking about
the twenty-five grand she won.

After shooting craps,
I got it up to almost thirty.

- What?
- Oww.

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