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[indistinct chatter]

[man clears throat]

[Weller] Here she is.

Thank you.
Hey.

Hey.

[Weller] Do you... do you
want anything?

How 'bout my vision back?

I, uh...

I want
to beat this.

I want to go home.

We all want that.

And I say "all"
because...

Patterson and Rich
came to see you.

- What?
- [Patterson] Hey.

- Hey!
- [loudly] Hey, Jane!

- You look great!
- Why are you yelling?

She's not deaf.

Although,
I may be now.

[chuckles]
Ah, you've still got

your sense of humor.
That's great.

[Rich] Okay, yup.

[Jane] Any new leads
on the stem cells?

[Patterson] Yeah, we had a major
breakthrough last night.

Patterson found
a lead in the cache.

Now Roman is pointing us

toward this billionaire
named Ken Lee.

He has his own private
medical collection.

Including
the Stanton cells

that we believe
could cure you.

[Patterson] Ken has
the stem cells

because he's a major
hypochondriac and agoraphobe.

Supposedly, he hasn't
left his place in years.

So, how do we...
how do we get

these stem cells?
Do we buy them?

Not unless you got a spare
billion layin' around.

There has to be something
that he wants or needs.

[Patterson] We're gonna go meet
with him right now.

We're gonna do
everything we can.

A new aeronautic system
called ARVO just went active.

Congrats?

Madeline Burke has plans
to exploit ARVO

to take down
a commercial airplane.

So, not congrats, then.

We think she wants to tank
Bradley Dynamics,

the company responsible
for ARVO's tech,

in order to scoop up
their contracts.

Yeah, we don't know
which plane

she's targeting.
Or when.

Well, uh, I don't fly
much anymore,

house arrest and all.

But if I were you,
I would just ground all the planes.

Uh, just suspend all commercial
flights indefinitely?

Yeah, that won't hurt
the global economy.

Look, you called me in
for advice, I'm jus...

[Tasha]
No...

we brought you in
for a job.

A straight-up
undercover mission.

Madeline is expecting to meet
with a hacker named Del Toro.

[Reade] You play Del Toro,
and you just have to

figure out what flight
she's targeting.

Will I also be
playing Maria

in a Boise State production
of West Side Story?

"Del Toro," seriously?

Do I look like a...
like a Del Toro?

Del Toro's just a handle.
No one's ever even seen the guy.

Well, if no one's seen him,
then why me?

Why not use someone
on your payroll?

There is that one guy.

Tasteless dresser.
Emotionally manipulative.

Name rhymes with "witch,"
and another word

that also rhymes
with "witch."

Well, Rich works here,
and she knows that.

Madeline has been
to our offices.

Plus, Rich's
eccentricities

might not be ideal
for Madeline.

She's very
particular.

She's sugarcoating it.

Madeline killed
Del Toro's predecessor.

So, this is
a suicide mission?

Tha-That's why I'm going?
Because I'm dispensable?

No thanks!

Look...
if you pull this off,

we'll grant you immunity.

No more house arrest.
We'll expunge your record.

[sighs]
My God, people.

Lead with that!

Okay.
What's the plan?

♪♪♪♪

See this?

Madeline has an identical one
on her desk.

Only this isn't actually
a paperweight.

It's a sniffer.
I know.

[Tasha]
Exactly.

This was specifically
designed to clone

the data on the chipset
used in Madeline's computer.

So all you have to do
is swap them out.

Look, I'll swap
whatever if it means

I'm out of that hellhole
and reunited with Netflix,

Grindr and, oh,
dinner at Per Se.

[Tasha]
Keep in mind

that Madeline will
for sure

make you prove
your hacking ability.

There's gonna be a test.

[mocking]
Oh, I'm so scared.

I'm so scared!

I faked a nuke attack.
Remember?

Madeline murdered the last hacker

she didn't like.
Remember?

I'd keep that in mind
if I were you.

♪♪♪♪

Special Agent Patterson
and, uh...

Special Consultant,
Rich Dotcom.

- Dotcom, right.
- Dotcom, yeah.

- Yeah.
- Nothing against you,

but I'd prefer
not to shake hands.

Of course.

It's a disgusting
tradition.

So, uh...

what can I do
to help you?

Uh, Mr. Lee,

we're actually here
for a favor.

One of our agents
is dying.

[Kim] I'm very sorry
to hear that.

[Patterson]
Her name is Jane.

The stem cells
that you have

could save her life.

We're hoping that you would
consider donating them.

[Rich] Of course, we're talking
commendations here.

And some serious hardware.

Or, the next time
you wander into the FBI,

you might find yourself

in the Ken Lee
Honorary Conference Room.

I wish I could
help you, truly.

But the stem cells
are for me.

Come on, you clearly
don't need them.

- But I might.
- Yeah, but you don't.

If you don't
have a warrant,

I'd like you
to leave.

W-We told you
she's dying, right?

You understand that
this woman is dying?

- Rich, no.
- Right? I mean, people give kidneys.

People rip them out of
their bodies to give kidneys!

Yes, and other people
buy them, or so I hear.

The cells were nearly
impossible to acquire.

So, I'm not
giving them away

to the first charity
that comes my way.

What if we were
to give you...

the Book of Secrets?

What?

I have no idea
what that is.

Sorry,

that's actually
an internal name.

[Patterson] I know you've
heard of it.

Rare South American tome

said to contain
thousands of cures.

El Libro
de la Eternidad?

It's rumored
to exist, but...

Oh, it exists,
and we have it.

I'm proposing
a simple exchange.

The cells for El Libro.

I'd have to verify
its provenance.

But assuming everything
checked out...

that's an exchange
I can accept.

[Rich] Okay,
we'll go get it.

- Yeah.
- It's, uh...

in our vault,
out of state.

It's a bit of a schlep.

We could have it back
to you in...

Forty-eight hours,
maximum.

You have it
or you don't.

If it's not
in my hands by then,

my deal is off
the table.

♪♪♪♪

Okay.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

We don't have
the Book of Secrets.

If we wanna save Jane's life,
we have 48 hours to do it.

If she even
makes it that long.

♪♪♪♪

You broke the
cardinal rule of bargaining.

Do not offer that
which you do not have.

Oh, you know what?
You should be flattered,

because you've somehow,
you know,

wormed your way into my brain
and convinced me

that this book
might actually exist.

Of course it exists.

What I don't get
is how you knew

Ken Lee would even
want it.

He's a billionaire
hypochondriac

that collects
medical rarities.

I took a gamble.
And also...

- he had the snake knives.
- Steak knives?

What the hell do I care
what kind of cutlery he uses?

Snake knives.
The ones from your research.

You read my book?
My 1,800-page masterwork?

- I... skimmed it.
- No, no, no, no, no.

Not with that level
of retention, you didn't.

- You read it.
- Okay, take it easy.

- Top to bottom.
- Okay...

Did you also
make flashcards?

The only reason I read
this crap is because

the cache is
clearly pointing us

to the Book of Secrets.

Yes, because Roman
believed that it contained

the cure for ZIP disease,

for those of you
just joining us.

No, no, no, no, no.
That is where you're wrong.

I think Roman is
pointing us to it

not because it contains
anything worthwhile,

but because
it could be used

to be bartered
for the stem cells.

It is a means
to an end.

Okay, Roman knew
about Ken Lee.

And he knew that
Ken had the Stanton cells...

but wanted
El Libro more.

Okay, can you please
stop using "El Libro"?

It literally just means
"the book," okay?

Just because
you're saying it in Spanish

does not make it
muy interesante.

Okay, we gotta
loop in Reade

and convince him
to use FBI resources

on a glorified
treasure hunt.

[snaps fingers] Never you mind,
Patty Mayonnaise.

I have a Powerpoint
presentation. Come.

♪♪♪♪

Oh, boy.

Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today

to talk about the cure

that I found,
months ago, for Jane.

The Book of Secrets is
a long-lost, mystical tome

filled with thousands of cures
in dozens of languages:

Spanish, Quechua,
Aymara, Mapudungun...

We get it. How come this is
the first I'm hearing of this?

Because it isn't full of cures.

It's sole value
is the fact that...

we would like to trade it
for Ken's stem cells.

How can we trade it if
we have no clue where it is?

[Rich] Maybe you have no clue,
Afreen,

but I have
strong hunches.

Do you though?
'Cause, I overheard

- you guys in the lab...
- Why are you being like this?

Where is it, Rich?

I believe that
it is currently housed

in one of the Americas.

Central, possibly South.
Maybe North.

- So, no clue.
- No! No, no.

I have a clue.
I have a clue!

Three explorers:

Alejandro Mendoza,
Paulo Cruz,

and Edward Ove
were all thought

to have pursued
the book

to Peru, Brazil,
and Chile.

Those are countries, Rich.
Large countries.

[Rich] Yes, but I have
narrowed it down to

regions in those countries
using their drawings.

Do you see these
mortars and pestles?

And regionally-specific
plant diagrams?

Hold on, go back
to that last image?

The one with the berries?

Oh. [chuckles]
Those are not berries.

Those are the poisonous seeds
of the cherimoya fruit,

otherwise known
as the custard apple.

A favorite of Mark Twain.
He used it...

Oh, my God,
I know where it is.

[Rich]
Can you... What?

Always stealing
my focus.

Okay, so what do you got?

[Patterson]
Here, look.

There are identical
cherimoya seeds

on Roman's third cache.

I thought
they were berries

until I saw
your presentation.

All I'm hearing is:
Rich, you sexy genius,

you solved it again.

You gave me context.
See?

[beeping]

[Patterson]
Identical.

[Rich] No, they're nearly
identical.

Roman is asking us
to spot the differences.

So the main difference here
is that Roman's image

is overlaid
with a grid.

Maybe the grid is
its own clue.

Okay.

So what if Roman is
telling us to shade in

every grid square where
we find an inconsistency.

Okay, we got one
two from the top,

three from the left,
four from the bottom.

Six over
from the right,

and second from the top,
four from the right.

There's definitely
a pattern here.

Let me run it
through our database.

Any historical archives,
centering the search

on South America.

And we have a match.

The shaded squares
are identical

to the relief
on the doors

of the Cathedral Basilica

of the Assumption
of the Virgin.

Otherwise known as
Cusco Cathedral, in Peru.

Hey, your Americas hunch
wasn't wrong.

Oh, my God.
I'm incredible.

Wait, except Roman got
even more specific.

All these grid squares
form the door pattern

except for this one.

He's highlighting the bottom
right corner of the grid.

Is he trying
to get us to look

at the Southeast cornerstone
of Cusco Cathedral?

That's where
the Book of Secrets is.

Viva, el Peru.

Rimaykullayki,
Book of Secrets!

- What?
- It's "Hello, Book of Secrets" in Quechua,

It's an indigenous language
of the Andes. Look...

- I'll go talk to Reade. You get Weller.
- Okay.

♪♪♪♪

What do you mean
you're not coming?

I'm not leaving her.
I'm not.

Look, I hear you,
but we made a deal with Ken.

The faster we can
find this book,

- the faster we can get the cells...
- [Weller] I'm sorry. Patterson!

I trust you and Rich.

All right,
if this book does exist,

I'm sure that
you will find it.

If it doesn't...

If these are Jane's last...

I-I don't want to spend them
chasing a fairy tale.

I want to spend them
with her.

Kurt, she's gonna
pull through.

Nobody is stronger
than Jane.

I'm not leaving.

Understood.

I'll keep you posted.

Hey, Patterson.

Do you really think
this is our best bet?

We'll get
those stem cells.

I promise.

It's not happening.

Oh, come on, we need
the Bureau's private jet!

You never heard the term
"necessary luxury"?

- No.
- I know that's a lie.

I also know that jet lag
is detrimental

to the optimal functioning
of the human mind!

It's a one-hour
time difference

- between here and Cusco.
- Yeah, but it's a long flight.

We're gonna need
first-class seats.

Lay-flat beds.
Ooh, and accommodations

at the Belmond
would be nice.

Roundtrip tickets
JFK to Cusco, no hotel.

What am I supposed to do,
sleep on the street?

Pick someone up at a bar,
go home with them? I mean,

- I'll do it, it sounds fun.
- You're not supposed to sleep anywhere.

You go to the cathedral,
you get the book,

and you come right back.
Understood?

- Okay.
- Also, this mission's unsanctioned.

- Wait, what? Why?
- [sighs]

The Peruvian
Minister of Culture

formed a task force

to crack down on
pillaging artifacts.

It's illegal to take
anything out of the country,

including this book,
assuming it exists.

Can't they make
an exception?

Not in the timeframe
we're working with.

A group of scholars
has to give the okay,

which takes months, and I doubt
we'd even get the approval.

Only reason why I'm
comfortable with any of this

is 'cause it could mean
saving Jane's life.

Okay, so you're saying
watch our backs?

I would tread lightly.

Well, can I have
some luggage

with a secret compartment
or something?

- Fine.
- And a head lamp? For some spelunking?

Like, if our lives
depended on it.

Oh, and a trowel.
I'm gonna need a trowel.

♪♪♪♪

[Patterson] You know what?
A little help would be nice.

Especially since you're the one
who overpacked.

Hey, I am trying
to keep up our cover ID

as American turistas, okay?
So, de nada.

- Smile.
- [camera beeps and clicks]

[chuckles]
Oh, wow.

- Okay, okay.
- Okay.

Oh, monara.

That's a perfect match.

[sniffing]

Smell that?

It's the Book of Secrets.

[loudly] You know,
Lonely Planet says that

the southeast corner
of this building

is a perfect photo spot!

- Why are you yelling?
- Great idea!

♪♪♪♪

Hey! Psst!

It's another clue!

Seriously?

Jane is dying.
We don't have time

to solve another
complicated puzzle.

Well, we'd better
get a move on,

because something tells me
this is just the beginning.

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[phone line ringing]

[Reade]
Did you guys get the book?

[Patterson] Uh, not quite.
We're at the cathedral.

We just found
a second clue.

I'm sending you
the photo now.

- I'm on it.
- [Rich] Okay, and it should be

pointing somewhere awesome,
like a sex lair

or something
with snake charmers,

or maybe a cave.
Ooh, spelunking!

See, I knew packing
those headlamps was a good idea.

- [beeping]
- Oh, I got a match.

It's a mural.

[Rich] A cave painting,
that's it!

No, it's a mural
on the wall

of a bed and breakfast
in town.

[Rich]
Oh. Ah, no...

Afreen, I would
Google that again.

We're on an epic puzzle
adventure.

This isn't
Under The Tuscan Sun.

No, ignore him.

I'm sure what
you found is right.

Can you tell me more?

The B&B is called
De La Sol, it's on

the East side,
in an old house.

Is it an old
haunted house, at least?

I mean, give me something
to work with here.

[Patterson]
Uh, thanks, guys.

Send me the address,
and we'll keep you posted.

♪♪♪♪

Tasha, at last.
I take it

- this is Mr. Del Toro?
- Ms. Burke.

- I've heard great things.
- Oh, what a coincidence.

I've done great things.

[Madeline]
We'll see about that.

I don't put much stock
in referrals.

An assessment, perhaps?

Sure.
Where's my setup?

- Over here?
- No.

That's my computer.
You're set up over there.

Uh, isn't that
a little... Y2K?

A craftsman never
blames his tools.

If you're as good as you say,
you should be able

to use that perfectly
adequate machine

to access the deposits
going into the bank downstairs.

They oversee $6 million
in transfers every afternoon.

I'd like it all rerouted
into that account.

[cell phone buzzing]

I have to take this.

I expect you to be finished
by the time I get back.

Keep an eye on him, Tasha.

♪♪♪♪

[distant dog barking]

Hey, Afreen was right.
There's the mural.

[clicks]

It's a B&B, big whoop.

Ooh, are those alfajores?
Yes, please.

Look at the snake's tongue.
It's an arrow.

Pointing us upstairs maybe?

- [door opens]
- Let's just check in

and look around
for the next clue.

Bienvenido!
How can I help you?

Uh, we would love
to book a room.

[gasps]
I'm sorry.

I just let out
the last room.

No, we, uh...
we should...

we have
a reservation.

For tonight?

How did you book?

Oh, no.

Patricia...

my darling,
my sweet bride...

I am so sorry.
I am...

An idiot?

We're on our honeymoon.
And I was

supposed to book
the reservation,

and you're saying
you don't have any room?

There's no listings
for any... Oh, damn it.

But it's okay, sir.

There is a Holiday Inn
down the street.

[Rich]
Holiday Inn?

A Holiday Inn?

I told you about
the De La Sol months ago.

I know, I wrote it down.
I swear, I went...

I tried to make
the reservation.

I thought
I did it right.

You know I'm useless
with computers.

A slice of Peru,
that is all that I wanted,

and now we're gonna spend
our wedding night

in a chain hotel?

- We've had fun at Holiday Inns before.
- No. You know what?

If you're gonna
make the call...

just ask for two rooms.

Look, I-I don't have
any rooms, but...

I could put you
in my father's old study.

It's upstairs.

- Uh, that would be great. Yeah, that'd be amazing.
- Oh! Yeah!

- Oh, okay.
- Muchas gracias! Muchas gracias!

Oh, I-I mean,
if-if that would be okay

with your father,
of course.

He passed away
many years ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is he the one that painted
that lovely mural?

Si, his name was
Alejandro Mendoza.

Three explorers:
Alejandro Mendoza...

And he was...

A rock star!

Oh, you...
you know my father's work?

That's surprising.

Yes, his greatest discovery
was a book of cures,

which has never
since been found.

Oh, okay, I was thinking
of a different...

Alejandro Mendoza.

The... he's a guitarist.

- Oh...
- Have you heard of the band Slipknot?

Is that...
okay, never mind.

Well, let's get you settled.

Please, follow me.

- Yeah.
- [Patterson] Thank you.

Oh, I'll get the bags,
honey, don't worry.

They just check into hotel.

Understood.

Come on, you gotta
eat something.

I'm not hungry.

Okay.

This is so unfair.

I thought...

I thought we would
grow old together.

And we will.

[Jane]
You don't know that.

That's why you
stayed behind.

- Jane...
- You've never turned down

a field assignment
in your life.

You wanted to be here
in case I die.

[clears throat]

Move over.

I want to be here

because I'm
your husband first...

and I'm an agent second.

And we will find
those stem cells.

And we will cure you.

I promise you.

I can't see.

And it's getting
harder to move,

to... to breathe.

My body's forgetting
how to do everything.

And...

I'm... I'm scared, Kurt.

[sobbing]

I know.

And... I am, too.

[sobbing]

But it's gonna be okay.

I know it is.
I know it is.

Oh, sorry about the mess.

We just brought down
some of my father's writings

from the attic.

I'll move them out.

Oh, no-no-no-no-no,
don't... don't bother, really.

It's not a problem.

Is this...
Is this your dad?

- Mm-hmm.
- Uhh...

you said he...
he discovered a book.

Was he an explorer
of some sort?

Well, both
my parents were.

There's my mother, Eva,
and my father, Alejandro,

in 1945,
the year they met.

'Til '55,
when they had me,

all they did was travel Peru,
gathering artifacts.

Wow, they must have found
some amazing things.

They did, but they hid
a lot of them.

They felt a duty
to protect our sacred objects

from visitors,
archeologists,

thieves, stealing
in the name of scholarship.

Bastards.

Yeah... anyway,

I'll give you
some couples' time.

- Oh, yes.
- Thank you.

Yeah.

[door creaking]

We hit the motherlode.

We are in
Alejandro Mendoza's study.

This place could be
crawling with clues.

His writing!

I don't know,
I feel guilty.

- What? Why?
- [Patterson] We just lied

to a perfectly
nice woman,

and we're planning
to do the very thing

the Mendozas strove
to prevent: looting!

For Jane.
We're looting for Jane.

- That's different.
- Is it?

Okay, look,
after we get the stem cells,

from Ken, we can heist
the Book of Secrets

back from him, okay?

Okay, okay, okay.

And then...
And then, you know,

return it
to the people of Peru?

Yeah, or, you know,

- sell it on the dark web.
- What is the matter with you?

I thought we were
brainstorming, okay?

There's no bad ideas
in brainstorming.

Just...

wait a second.

Uh, the mosaic
on this weather station

matches the serpent mural
downstairs and the etchings

on the cathedral.

Is that a coincidence?

[Patterson]
None of its gauges are working.

Each is affixed
to a set number.

Okay...
1-35-09-2.

[beeping]

Coordinates.

To a lookout point
above Cusco.

Let's go.

Type faster, Madeline
will be back any minute.

Not helpful.

Haven't you finished yet?

I thought
you were the best.

The best takes time.

You want fast,
go to McDonalds.

Del Toro can do this.
Just give him a few minutes...

There.
Done.

[dinging]

Well, yes.
It appears you are.

The funds have just
dropped into my account.

Excellent work...

Boston Arliss Crab.

I don't appreciate
being lied to.

I thought
I made that clear.

It wasn't a lie.
This is Del Toro.

Don't double down
on this, Tasha.

I've confirmed
his identity...

the man sitting before us

has consulted for the FBI,
and I think you knew that.

Yes, his name is
Boston Arliss Crab.

But his name is
also Del Toro.

[laughing]

He's a hacker, Madeline.

He has dozens of aliases.

I did my research.

He's the one who breached
NORAD's missile defense system

and caused the false
nuclear threat on New York.

I think that's evidence enough
to believe that he's severed

ties with the Bureau.

He's done jobs
under the handles O. Weimar,

- Z8, Lucy D, Esga...
- Hey-Hey-Hey! You wanna shut up?

Blowing all my covers was
not part of our deal.

You gonna give this bitch my
social security number next?

- Excuse me?
- You think you're big time?

This whole job has felt
like amateur hour.

First, you insult me
with that stupid test...

I'll vet you
as I see fit.

Madeline, I am so sorry
for the confusion.

And for his behavior.

"Madeline,
I'm so sorry, Madeline."

Where's my apology?!

Huh?! Sweetie!

An adult is
talking to you!

You know what,
I don't care how good he is,

I am taking him out
right now.

No, no, we still need him
to down that plane,

even if he is
a whiny little...

[Boston]
A whiny little what?

You know, you're either
very brave or very stupid.

Why can't he be both?

And you're clearly
very good at what you do.

And I'm sorry
if this job has been

trying on your delicate
constitution.

But it isn't over yet.

Now, I have a few things
to attend to.

You two wait here
for further instructions.

Is that acceptable to you,
Mr. Del Toro?

Yeah, yeah,
I just needed to be heard.

[Rich] Okay, well, here we are
at the corner of

Magnificent View
and Humongous Jesus.

- Rich.
- What?

- The power of Christ compelled me.
- Okay, let's...

- split up, keep our eyes peeled for clues.
- Okay.

Aha! I found something!
I win!

Ha! It's the exact outline
of the weather station

- in Alejandro's study.
- My thoughts exactly.

That's why
I married you.

It's a hidey-hole.

- It's empty.
- [Rich] What?

How is that
even possible?

Somebody got to it
before us?

No.
After all this...

all we get is a hole
in the wall?

Without that book,

we don't get
the stem cells,

and without
the stem cells,

- Jane is gonna...
- [sighs]

Wait a minute.
Look at these carvings.

These are etchings
of zeros and ones,

like this brick is trying
to guide us to a computer.

How is that
even possible?

Alejandro and Eva

- made this clue trail in the '40s.
- Mm-hmm.

Wait, what is this?

It's letters.
"RB 4 RB."

Rare... Book...
for... Roast Beef.

- I got nothing.
- No.

How about Roman Briggs
for Remi Briggs?

- Roman must have gotten here first.
- Of course!

He took the clue to
ensure that we would be

the only ones to
find the Book of Secrets!

Okay. So, the zeroes
and ones, the initials...

those are hints
that he added.

Maybe this does point
us to a computer.

- The cache.
- The cache.

Okay, okay. So, on
Roman's first cache,

there was a file on there
that I never could open.

The file's name
was "Full Circle."

Okay, we found the file.
Now what?

Try the coordinates
for where we are

as the password.
1-3-5-0-9...

Say that again?
9, what?

[Patterson]
9-2-4-9...

7-1-9...

7-8-3-3-1.

[Rich] The reception's
pretty bad here.

We'll call you back
from a landline.

Secondary authentication
required.

Seriously, Roman?

It seems like some kind
of pictorial puzzle.

[Reade] Start running
these pictures

against
the tattoo database.

- I'll loop in Weller
- Yeah.

Oh. Uh, have you heard
back from Zapata at all?

- Still nothing.
- All right.

Roman left us a clue
on the cache.

- It's password protected.
- What's the clue?

[Weller]
It's a picture puzzle.

- Huh. Perfect clue for a blind woman.
- [laughs]

Describe it to me?

It's some sort of antelope
in front of a shield.

It's... You know,
it could be a coat of arms.

- You're sure it's an antelope?
- No.

I mean,
it could be a deer.

No, it's...
It's not a deer.

- It's a springbok.
- A spring what?

It's a gazelle
found in South Africa.

And it's not a shield.

It's the
South African seal.

Roman's
describing his coin.

Our coin, the one
that we used to trade

back and forth to make
each other feel better

when we were kids
at the orphanage.

I got you something.

I think
I know the password.

Okay. Try
"I got you something."

"I got you something"?

It worked.

That one's labeled "map."
Open it.

What's this even supposed
to be a map of?

A compass rose and a bunch
of scattered dots?

Maybe the note
explains it?

It's for Jane.

[Reade] "In the event
of my death..."

It's from Roman.

[clears throat]

"Hey, Sis.
I got you something."

"I never solved this one.
I hope you can.

"I did my best.
May you outlive this...

"for both of us.

Your brother, always,
Roman."

So, Roman never
cracked the map,

and he had months
to decode it.

Yeah, but he never
had Patterson or Rich.

He designed those caches.

He was more than capable.

If he couldn't solve it,
we never will.

Not before it's too late
to matter.

All right, Reade is
sending over a scan

of Roman's
uncrackable dot map.

Supposedly uncrackable.

Let me get a look
at it.

Oh, yeah, that's just
a bunch of nothing.

You know, are we even sure
this is a map?

I mean, Roman
never cracked this one,

so maybe he started
with a faulty assumption.

Or maybe he didn't have
all the information

he needed to solve it.

[Juanita] We just brought down
some of

my father's writings
from the attic.

Alejandro's old notes!

Roman never got to
look at them.

You know, I know that we're
not technically married

and you're not
really my type,

but every time
we do this thing

where we finish
each other's sentences,

I get a little turned on.

You are completely
alone in that.

[Rich] Look at the compass rose.
It's identical.

It's a map of Machu Picchu.

[Rich]
Ay dios mio! Alejandro,

why would you hide
the Book of Secrets

in the most heavily touristed
area in Peru?

It's not exactly
a secure location.

No, you're looking at it
all wrong.

In the late '40s,
excavation was over.

Archeologists had already
moved on to other sites.

If Alejandro and Eva
wanted to hide it

someplace
no one would look...

They'd have to
put it somewhere

that had already
been plundered.

We have a train to catch.

♪♪♪♪

Okay, look, there's
an "X" on both maps...

one here
and another one here.

[imitates Indiana Jones] Yeah,
"but X never, ever marks the spot."

What are you doing?

Why are you
talking like that?

You've never seen
Indiana Jones?

- That's your Indy?
- Yes, that's my Indy.

Are you kidding me?
It's pitch perfect.

- No it's not.
- How dare you!

Who are you,
Rich Little? Do yours.

Okay, listen,
you're distracting me.

We have two maps
with two endpoints.

Let's split up and
explore simultaneously.

Eh, unless they're
not endpoints.

Alejandro used to
explore with Eva.

What if they're
starting points?

And they're meant to
meet in the middle.

- [Rich] Like Lady and the Tramp.
- [gasps]

Okay, all right.
We gotta each get to our Xs.

I'll give the signal.
We gotta start

at the same time
at the same pace.

We'll start with the left
foot. Ready? Three, two...

Okay, uh,
or we could use math.

I will calculate
the midpoint. Yep.

I guess we could
do that too.

All right.
This is the midpoint.

[Rich] "On this spot
on April 23, 1920,

"what was
believed to be

"an Incan telescope
dating back

to 1451 was discovered."

Suck on that, NASA.

The clue is telling us
to look to the stars.

So we gotta hide out
in the gift shop

until nightfall?

- No, we don't have to wait for nightfall.
- What?

My Dad and I
created an app

that tells you which
stars would be visible

on any given date,
so if we enter

April 23, 1920,

allow the app
to give us access

to our location...

There we go.

[pronouncing it
Ur-coo-chu-lay] Urcuchillay.

Am I chilly? No, I'm not chilly.
Do you need my coat?

[pronouncing it Ur-coo-chee-eye]
It's Urcuchillay,

the llama-shaped god
of Incan herdsman.

In fact, as we
were coming down here,

I swear I saw
a llama conopas

- by the ruins of the slaughterhouse.
- What's a conopas?

It's a stone figure
usually placed

by the final resting
place of an animal.

- Research!
- Okay, okay!

♪♪♪♪

Okay. So,
the sacrificial altar

would traditionally
be placed

in the center
of the space.

There! Remains
of where it was.

Okay. Great.

I'm about to do something
incredibly illegal.

Whoa!
You brought a shovel?

It's called a trowel.

I also have a whisk broom.
Excuse me.

[Patterson]
Okay.

Make it quick.

[trowel clanks
against object]

- I found something!
- [Patterson] Great.

- Hurry, please.
- It's a box!

We have a box!

[blows]

[whispering]
The Book of Secrets.

We did it.

We're gonna save Jane.

It's all here.

All the great cures.

All of nature's answers.

"Dried plums
for rigid bowels."

That's not exactly
life shattering.

Well, none of these are.
I told you this.

It's a bunch
of herbal remedies.

- All that matters is that Ken wants them.
- Okay.

- Okay. Okay.
- Right.

Let's call Kurt,
let's get our bags,

and let's hop
on the next flight!

Okay. Last one down to
the bottom of the mountain...

- [Patterson] See ya!
- Hey, I gotta grab my trowel!

♪♪♪♪

Reade sent an update.

He says the team's close.

You're not
just saying that?

Would I lie to you?

Mmm. I wish
I could see you...

one last time.

That sexy crooked smile.

Hmm.

My smile's not
that crooked.

Kurt.

I love you.

You know that, right?

Don't say it like that.

Like what?

Like it's the last time.

I love you
and I always will.

I love you too.

Why don't you...

Why don't you rest,
all right?

Sweet dreams, baby.

I'll be back in a second.

This is Kurt Weller from
the New York Office of the FBI.

I want to talk to Ken Lee.
It's urgent.

[assistant] Mr. Lee has stepped out
for the day.

I'll let him know
that you called.

Supposedly, he hasn't
left his place in years.

♪♪♪♪

[Patterson] Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Thank you
for doing the legwork.

I'll take El Libro now
or you'll pay with your lives.

We had a deal.

Slide it over.

Are you sure?
That seems kind of

disrespectful,
doesn't it?

Also, it's pretty old.
I don't know

if sliding's
the best move for...

- [gun cocks]
- Okay. Sliding.

- Get down.
- [Patterson] Please.

- Our friend is dying!
- I said, get down!

♪♪♪♪

[shouting in Spanish]

[assistant] Mr. Lee has stepped out
for the day.

I'll let him know
that you called.

I just tried Ken Lee. I was
told that he wasn't at home.

Find Ken Lee right now!

Tracking his cell.

- What's he doing in Peru?
- He's double-crossing us.

He has no intention
of trading the stem cells

for the Book of Secrets.

He's just using
Rich and Patterson

to find it for him.

Call the Peruvian
National Police.

I'll get in touch
with Rich and Patterson.

It's time for a new plan!

So, now that the trade
is off the table,

we have a new deal
for you.

We can get you out
of here.

Unless you want to spend
time in a Peruvian prison.

I'm pretty sure they don't
have any hand sanitizer,

although shaking hands

- might be the least of your problems.
- [Patterson] Yeah.

And as a hypochondriac...

- I'm not a hypochondri...
- [Patterson] Please!

You eat
freeze-dried food

in a hermetically
sealed oxygen tent.

How long do you think
you're gonna last

on a dirty concrete floor?

What do you want?

What we've always wanted.

You give us
the Stanton cells,

we can get you
back stateside

and on indefinite
house arrest

with your beloved
Quartz crystals.

What about El Libro?

Can we please just
stick to calling it

The Book of Secrets?
A little respect, please.

- That's what it's called.
- The Book is going back to its rightful place,

Peru's National Museum
of Archaeology,

Anthropology and History.

After I photocopy the pages,
of course.

You have a deal.

Call your minions.
Have them deliver

the cells to
Sinai Hospital, stat.

♪♪♪♪

- Hey! Where's Jane?
- [Patterson] How'd it go?

- Uh, ask her yourself.
- Oh!

Oh, hey.

Apparently, this hospital
doesn't believe

in a "recovery period"
and they've got me

doing laps
in the hall already.

That's... That's great.

You gotta use it
or lose it, right?

I guess.

[laughter]

The stem cell treatment,

it couldn't
have gone better.

Yeah. I'm gonna be fine,
thanks to you two.

Oh, hey.

Uh, technically,

it's thanks
to the Book of Secrets.

You know,
that's the whole reason

that your life
got saved here,

which is really trivial to me,
if you think about it.

I mean, I know
that we all know

the Book of Secrets
was my obsession.

I brought it to you guys.

But, hey, really,
if Doubtful Delilah over here

hadn't questioned me
every step of the way...

Oh, come on! Stem cells
saved Jane's life!

There's a difference
between actual

- and proximate cause.
- Ooh, look at you with the legalese.

- Judge Judy over here.
- All right. You guys can duke this out later.

Why don't
we let Jane rest,

even if it's against
hospital policy?

Good call.

Seriously, thank you.

Yeah.

♪♪♪♪

Hey, I was thinking...
Saving Jane's life,

that could qualify me for,
like, a promotion, right?

Or at least a nominal
office upgrade?

Or how about
another assignment?

I need you to find
Zapata and Boston.

Is Boston's mission not
going as well as mine?

- Ours?
- Possibly.

I don't know for sure.
They haven't checked in.

- What do you mean? Like, at all?
- No.

I'm afraid to call them
and blow their cover.

- We can trace their cells.
- [Reade] Afreen's been trying.

No offense to Afreen,
but she's no us.

We'll find them.

How much longer
is this gonna take?

We've been here
all night.

Relax, Tasha. Time to move
to the second location.

Uh, second location?

I thought the plan
was for me

to take Del Toro
to the safe house,

monitor him,
and then you'd

let me know when
you were ready.

I'm ready.

Now give me your phones.

This isn't what
I signed on for.

Know your place! I've endured
one of your tantrums.

I won't have another one,
and I'd hate to complain

to your friends
in the cartel.

Where are we going?

Someplace invisible,

where the man of
a thousand names

can complete the hack
of a lifetime.

Now, give me your phone.
We can't risk

having anyone trace
our whereabouts.

He's gonna hack today?

Is that a problem?

It's just that
he hasn't slept.

I'm done waiting, Tasha.

By tonight, we will
have orchestrated

the most devastating crash
in airline history.

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[man]
Greg, move your head!