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♪♪♪♪

[Madeline]
It's in the air as we speak.

Your task is to bring it down
before its scheduled landing

in DC in three hours.

[alarm blaring]

Restore access to
the Bradley analytic servers!

Restoring access now!

[beeping]

[Weitz] We're leveling off.
We're back.

We're on autopilot, baby!

♪♪♪♪

[water dripping]

♪♪♪♪

[Reade]
Tasha, where are you?

[Tasha] I'm on my way to Zurich...
I know where Madeline

keeps the documents
she won't destroy.

[pinging]

Uhh!

[beeping]

♪♪♪♪

This card has been inserted
into an unauthorized device.

Your friend was just putting it
into her phone when I got there.

- It was in her phone?
- For like one second.

I'm pretty sure she didn't
get anything off it.

Okay. Pay the woman.

[chuckles]

From the Remington fund.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Pretty sure.

Wait, Dominic,
what are you...

[groans]

We could have
used her help.

You're right.
We do need help.

And I know
just how to find it.

Drone has been authorized.

[whooshing]

[explosion]

[distorted voice] You thought you could use
a drone to solve your problems,

but you just made a bigger one
for yourself.

Once I found out
your dirty little secret,

I knew he was
the perfect patsy.

You exceeded our wildest
expectations.

"Our" expectations?

What do you want?

In the near future,

I'm gonna
call for a favor,

and you're gonna do
everything I say.

[distorted voice]
I'll be in touch.

[click]

[distorted] If I had this app,
what did I need you for?

My winning smile.

[chuckles]

We stopped Zapata from
getting the Helios file.

Now we have the director
of the FBI in our back pocket.

And to think, two days ago,
I thought we were in trouble.

Don't call it a comeback.

People who could still
be a liability.

I don't see
Zapata's name on here.

I have something special
planned for her.

♪♪♪♪

You lose a contact?

Madeline left in a rush...
she could have

left something here
that could help us find her.

Forensics scoured
every inch of this place.

There's nothing here.

Forensics don't know
Madeline Burke.

What...

Whoa, oh...
okay, I get it.

This place wasn't exactly
a safe haven for you.

You don't know
the half of it.

I know the half that got me
tied up and beat down

in my own apartment.

Uhh!

[panting]
Her cruelty, her mind games.

If Madeline gets away...

Then you'll think you will
have done this for nothing.

But that's not the case.

Thanks to you,
she's on the run.

We're taking apart
HCI Global piece by piece.

She's got no one to turn to,
nowhere to go.

Her back's against the wall.

That's what
I'm afraid of.

Uhh!

[panting]

♪♪♪♪

Patterson's log,
entry 44074.

The Mystery of
the Hooded Figure continues.

It's been three days
since they entered

Shepherd's secret bunker.

We have no idea
who they are.

[Rich] You're never
gonna believe this.

Wait a second, what
were you just doing?

It's nothing.
What's... what am I not gonna believe?

The mystery person's jacket
is a Housley's Ribs exclusive,

sold only
in their restaurants.

Okay, great,
if we can just access their sales database...

Their 578 restaurants
across 48 states.

Also,
that line was discontinued seven years ago,

but their records only go back six.
Plus...

Okay, okay, I get it.
It's a nonstarter.

Okay, so, uh,
speaking of that bunker full of Remi mementos

that send Jane into
an emotional tailspin,

how's she doin'?

♪♪♪♪

[knock on door]

Good morning.

Hey.

You sure that you don't want me
to stay at home with you today?

No. No, go in.

Maybe tomorrow I'll be ready.

That's exactly what
you said to me yesterday.

I know,
it's just that every time

I think about leaving...
or going outside,

my body freezes up,
and it's like it's...

warning me that the whole world
is just one, big time bomb,

waiting to explode in my face.

You can't hide from
these Remi memories forever.

Well, I wish
it was just memories.

I think about
her lying to you,

and how close she was to...

What are you hiding
behind your back?

[sighs]

It's poison.

I've done
some calling around.

I've been searching
for a therapist

that is the best
at helping someone

that's going through
the things that you are.

And one name
just kept coming up.

All right, now...
it's totally up to you.

I'm just letting you know.

Thank you.

[combination lock clicking]

♪♪♪♪

- [click]
- Got it.

[clanking]

Well, at least
now you know you never

have to come
back here again, right?

What's the deal
with this tree?

It's creepy.

It's called
the Tree of Death.

Of course.

Hey, if we leave now,
we can still make it

to Mabel's
for some fresh scones.

Get down!

[machine gun fire]

[gunfire continues]

[both panting]

What the hell was that?
They trying to take out Madeline?

Madeline's on the run,
and the whole world knows it.

Those are for us.

♪♪♪♪

[Jane] I thought
everything was fine

until I...
ran into Gibbs.

Cameron Gibbs.
I recruited you.

The harmless pencil-pusher

that Remi turned into
a killing machine.

And every time I think
about him, I feel...

I'm sorry, it's hard
to put into words.

It's not the memories
themselves

that are paralyzing you.

It's the internal conflict

between Remi's
emotions and your own...

between her rage
and your remorse.

Yeah, that's exactly right.

Uh, so... what should I do?

Honestly, this would be
uncharted territory for me.

Hmm.

[Dr. Van Buren]
The good news...

This is a cognitive
behavioral therapist

out of Columbia.

An expert in, well,
unusual diagnoses.

If I give her
your case history...

I believe she'll be
willing to see you today.

So you're saying
you can't help me.

I just don't want
to promise you something

I'm not sure I can deliver.

♪♪♪♪

Oh, man, it's like
the last scene in Scarface.

Is this Madeline's handiwork?

A high-caliber machine gun
in broad daylight?

Doesn't fit her M.O...
too sloppy, too impersonal,

and she's on the run,
keeping a low profile.

Ballistics tracked
the path of the bullets

back to their source.

The tenth floor of the building
across the street.

And the cameras there caught
a glimpse of this man.

He was the only person to
enter and exit the building

in the timeframe
of the shooting

while also carrying a case
that was large enough

to conceal
a high-caliber weapon.

Officially, he is Alonzo Cruz,
international businessman.

And unofficially?

The DEA believes he's
Alonzo Cortez.

[Tasha]
Cousin of Franco Cortez,

the leader of
the Sabinito drug cartel.

We want to borrow
your hacker.

It's a deal.

He's the cartel's
chief hit man,

their one-man death squad.

So the cartel's
gunning for you.

I did kill their man,
Del Toro.

This could be about revenge.

You're not the only
friend of the FBI

that was involved
in the murder, though.

Boston was there, too.

Maybe we should bring him in,
you know, like for protection?

For protection, or so
you can get reacquainted

with your newly-freed ex?

Excuse me, would you
ask Kurt that about Jane?

- How dare you?
- That's not even...

Okay! Rich isn't wrong.

About Boston.
He could be in trouble.

[Weller]
All right, fine.

We'll bring in
the little guy.

It's the right thing to do.

♪♪♪♪

And the only person that knew
that ZIP had fatal side effects

was my brother, who was...

Sorry, sorry.
Uh, your brother, that's...

- Roman.
- [Doctor] Roman.

Yes, the psychopath.
Of course.

And... And Alice was...

She was who I used to be.

Uh, I thought
you used to be Remi.

[sighs]
I did, I-I was Alice

before I was Remi.

Got it, got it.

And these glowing tattoos
that you mentioned,

was that a metaphor?

What did you mean
by that?

I mean, they glow.

Uh...

I don't think
this is the right fit.

And Shepherd, your mother...

I mean, not your mother-mother,
but your, um...

uh, whatever she was.

Is that name
a metaphor as well or...

[sighs]

The cartel
just struck again.

What? Please tell me
it's not Boston.

It's not Boston.

Okay, but is it
actually not Boston,

or are you just saying that
because I said so?

Patterson, please continue.

Former HCI Global exec
John Siracusa

was just found dead
in the trunk of his town car.

An ATM camera found

Mr. International Businessman
a block away,

and the lack of fingernails
on our victim

- suggests torture, cartel style.
- [Rich] Ugh.

Why was Siracusa targeted
for torture, but not me?

[Weller] Siracusa might
know how to find Madeline.

I mean, she has to be
a cartel target, too.

And, uh, Boston?
I feel like I heard his name mentioned.

We're still looking
for him, Rich.

Would you relax?
Boston is a free man.

For all we know, he could
be on a beach somewhere,

drinking away his memories
of house arrest

- with a bunch of new friends.
- Wait, what?

- What new friends? Is Chet there?
- [phone buzzing]

Because if Chet's there,
I swear to God...

Another HCI Global exec
just turned up dead.

- [Weller] What?
- [Tasha] She was dropped from her balcony,

fell 50 floors...
onto a bus.

That's another
cartel trademark.

- [Weller] Was anyone else hurt?
- No.

[Weller] So this is getting
out of hand.

We have to stop Cortez
before any innocent people

become collateral damage.

[Patterson] When you went
to Madeline's office this morning,

you didn't have any plans
to go there, right?

No, I just went.

So for Cortez to know
that you'd be there,

he'd have to be following you.

Rich, you wanna take
your mind off Boston

and go start searching
the traffic cams.

Yeah, okay.
All right.

You gonna join me?

There are two dead
HCI Global execs

and one shot-up office.

The cartel
isn't playing around.

- We need to relocate.
- [Madeline] Not yet.

What do you mean, not yet?

A hit man is torturing
and killing

anyone who can
lead him to us.

You say that like
it's a bad thing.

♪♪♪♪

Okay, so this sedan
was definitely following

Zapata and Reade
from our offices to Madeline's.

Then heads straight
to the Queens Midtown tunnel.

You know, Boston and I
used to play a game

called "The Queen's
Midtown Tunnel."

The car heads straight
into the Queens Midtown tunnel

and never comes out...
how is that even possible?

We used to wonder
the same thing.

Where did the car go?

[Boston] Check the traffic cams
at Center and 51st.

Look who I found.

Boston! You're alive!

You smell like the beach.

You haven't been
with Chet, have you?

Excuse me, you're not
excited to be back here?

In FBI custody?

This is not the definition of
"free" that I'm familiar with.

Okay, wait, wait. Go back to the traffic
cam thing you were talking about?

Uh, if you drive on
the shoulder and turn right

just as you exit the tunnel,
the tunnel's cameras can miss you,

but the cameras at the next
intersection will not.

Oh, my God, you're right.
There's the car!

You know, you could
at least pretend to be happy

that we saved your life.

Saved my life?

I was out scoping galleries
for my new exhibition

when two federal crew cuts
pulled me out of there.

Oh, suddenly you don't
like guys in crew cuts?

Okay, okay, okay!
Boston's tip worked.

Look, found the car.

It's parked in front of a hotel
by LaGuardia.

We gotta get down there.
Where's Weller?

He went to check on Jane.
Should I ping him?

- No, Zapata and I can handle it.
- Okay.

[keyboard beeping]

Finally got people
to buy up

your, uh,
flightless birds

and horned whales
and whatnot?

The work I did while
on house arrest

happens to be selling
like hotcakes.

That is fantastic

that Motel 8
is redecorating.

[chuckles] You know,
the old me would have

been really hurt
by that, but...

I'm an actual artist now,
and I no longer

need to engage with
the peanut gallery.

[laughs]
"Peanut gallery"?

What... What are you, you...

You're... what... what...

[scoffs]
Can you believe that guy?

He's here for two seconds
on your request.

- Yeah.
- And you can't stop insulting him!

What is wrong with you?

Don't you take
that tone with me.

[door opens and shuts]

[keys jangling]

[sighs] I take it
things didn't go well

with the therapist.

Therapists.

Plural.

And none of 'em even knew
where to begin with me.

You need to take time.

I don't have time.

I'm... paralyzed, Kurt.

I need somebody
who could help me now,

someone who has experience
with a case like mine.

That might be a little tough.

No one's dealt with
a case like yours before.

Oh... actually...

There might be one person.

[door unlatching]

[hinges squeak]

[door squeaks shut]

[crash, latch clanking]

Thanks for seeing me.

I need your help.

You didn't give me
much of a choice.

Look, I've told the FBI
everything I know.

I'm not asking for the FBI.

I'm asking for me.

♪♪♪♪

You've come to me
for therapy?

I have nowhere else
to go.

Think of this as your chance
to help make things right.

The last time
I tried to help you,

my reward was getting
sent here.

This isn't fun for me,
either.

This is a bad idea.

We never had a real
doctor-patient relationship.

My job wasn't to keep you
mentally healthy.

It was to keep you
in the FBI...

to keep you
in Weller's orbit.

No one knows Remi and me
like you do.

You don't need a cheat sheet,
you don't need a... a recap.

You're not just
my best option,

you are my only option.

No, I can't do this.

I'm ready to go
back to my cell!

No! We're not done yet.

I'm not leaving here
until you talk to me.

And neither are you.

[keys jangling]

Well, I guess you're not
the only one without an option.

Look, as far
as how you got here,

there's a lot of blame
to go around.

All I'm asking
is to let me tell you

what I'm going through.

And then, if you still
don't wanna help,

so be it.

But right now...
just listen.

♪♪♪♪

[phone dialing]

[knock on door]

[Marco]
Madeline.

What a surprise...

I hope we didn't
catch you at a bad time.

Hello to you, too, Dominic.

[door shuts, lock clicks]

Going somewhere?

- Just upstate.
- [Madeline] Hmm.

With HCI Global execs
dropping like flies,

I thought it
might be a good idea

to get out of the city
for a bit.

What are you...
doing here?

Shouldn't you be in like
Venezuela or something?

Or something.

[Dominic]
All clear.

He's alone.

So... aren't you gonna
offer me a drink?

Thanks for your help
earlier.

De rien.

[phone chimes]

Ah! Look at that.

Another one
of my pieces sold.

Excusez-moi.

Hey...
so we got Alonzo?

Reade and Zapata
brought him in without incident,

but he's sticking to his story
that he's just a businessman

in town for a convention.

Here's the case that
he was spotted with.

[latches unsnapping]

Alas... no machine gun.

We've got no
physical evidence

tying Alonzo
to the murders.

It's almost like
he's a professional.

Hmm.

We have to find
something concrete.

Otherwise, we gotta
let him go.

And then everything
seemed fine for a second.

Until Shepherd sent me
a key to a bunker

filled with things
from Remi's life.

And that opened
the flood gates.

It was like...
Remi's thoughts,

her emotions, were...
holding me hostage.

Really? You don't have anything
to say after all of that?

You told me to listen.

[Jane]
Forget it.

This was a mistake.

You talk about Remi as if
she's a different person.

She is a different person.

How so?

I didn't do all of those
horrible things!

Of course you did.

You said you came to me

because I'm the only
therapist on the planet

who knows both
you and Remi, right?

Well... sit down

and let me tell you
a little something

about both of you.

Jane left the apartment
today.

- That's great.
- Yeah.

Uh, it was
to see a therapist.

Whatever she needs to do.

So that therapist
is Borden.

She wanted me
to tell you

before you found out
from anyone else.

Okay.

Uh, I was...

not expecting that,
but...

I just want Jane back,
so whatever she needs.

- Same here.
- Ditto.

Three more HCI Global execs
are dead.

Looks like Alonzo was even
busier than we thought.

No, you don't understand...
these three were killed

after we took Alonzo
into custody.

What, so we've got
the wrong guy?

No, we've finally found
Cortez's weapons

stashed
in a hotel basement.

He's the guy.

Maybe they sent
a second assassin.

This fast?
You said it yourself,

Cortez is a one-man
death squad.

Yeah, but,
Cartel or not,

someone else
is on the war path.

You can be honest
with us, Casey.

We're not the first meeting
you've had lately.

I'm telling you, the FBI
hasn't made a move for me.

[Madeline]
Well, they will.

And when they do...

you will be tempted
to cut a deal.

I won't have
to cut a deal

because they won't have
anything on me.

The team that saved
Air Force One,

they're very good,
and they will find something.

And they're gonna come
after you looking for me.

They're gonna offer you
a way out.

You will be
tempted to take it,

but I promise you,

if you reject any offer
they make,

even if it means
serving jail time,

we are all gonna get
out of this scot-free.

Please don't take this
the wrong way.

How could you
guarantee that?

You're just gonna have
to trust me on that one.

Look, I don't know

if you can still
pull off Helios or not,

but I can tell you this,

I will never make a deal
with the FBI.

Never.

So, you know how Zapata
uploaded some of the data

off that SD card Madeline
stashed in Zurich?

Yeah, but I thought
it was scrambled.

Well, today's events
unscrambled a bit of it.

The word "Helios" appears

followed by half a dozen
present and former

HCI Global execs.

"Helios" mean
anything to you?

No, but I'm guessing all those
execs were killed today.

Exactamundo.
And here's a twist...

they were all killed
after we brought in Alonzo.

What, so Madeline was the one
that was killing them all?

Okay, think about it,
you're Madeline.

You're in hiding,
you have this kill list,

but you're also wanted
for a thousand crimes

and not looking
to up your rap sheet.

But the cartel shows up,
gunning for you

and the people
connected to you.

And instead of running away
from them,

you decide to use
the opportunity

to cover
your own killings.

So she got lemons and she made,
uh, super-bloody lemonade?

Why would she kill
the only people

that are willing
to help her, though?

Because they know
too much.

If we leverage them,
we could figure out

where she is
and what she's up to.

So this is
Madeline's final purge

before she disappears
for good.

Is there anyone on that list
that's still alive?

[sighs]
Just one.

Casey Marco.

Thank you for speaking with me
in person, Casey.

I guess I'm old-fashioned.

I still believe in doing
things face-to-face.

Well, I'm just glad we're
on the same page again.

And I'm the same way.

It always feels better
to be able

to look someone in the eyes.

I agree.

[gagging]

Unfortunately, I saw
too much fear in yours.

[Casey choking]

[Casey moaning]

All right.

That was the last
of your naughty list.

Now what?

Now we vanish.

Yeah, Madeline
doesn't strike me

as the type
to do her own strangling.

Dominic?

That'd be my guess,
but she was here, too.

And with her
kill list complete,

Madeline's next move will be
to get out of the country.

Check this out.

He was hiding a piece of paper
with a phone number

and the word "fuchsia"
on it.

[Tasha] That's not a phone number.
It's a pager.

How can you tell
the difference?

Because I've seen
a slip like that before.

It belongs to Madeline's
pilot, J.B.

That's the pilot
we used to track you.

He's a pilot?
Yeah, yeah, James B. Kelley.

His signature's on
a lot of these things.

Flights and dates match up
with the places we know

that Madeline and Zapata
have already been.

It's how he communicates.

You page him,
and he only responds

when you send the correct code,
usually a color.

And he changes it
frequently.

Well, if that's still
his current pager number,

we can use it
to track him down.

If we can track him, that
might lead us to Madeline.

You really think
there are two distinct

and separate people
living in that body?

Two minds?
Two hearts?

Why don't you want
to answer the question?

I thought
it was rhetorical.

Hm. Your notion of Remi
as "the other"

is just a construct.

Remi was real.

Yes, but the division
between you isn't.

It's an invention,

designed to deflect
any blame

you might feel
for the things you've done

- in your past.
- No, I...

I came out of that bag
a clean slate.

What you're going through,

this anxiety
and paralysis,

it's a schism...

caused by this most
basic rejection of reality.

And it's time for you
to accept the truth.

That what, I'm a monster?

I always have been?
Always will be?

I know this isn't
easy to hear.

And it's something
you need to accept

in order
to move forward.

No, the ZIP made me
a new person,

a better person.

That's just a narrative
fed to you by me.

If you had
come out of that bag

having to wrestle with all
the crimes you've committed,

if the FBI had to treat you
as a criminal,

it never would have worked.

You had to stay
a victim.

No. No.

I'm not her.

I'm not Remi!

[panting]

[Borden] The look on your face
right now,

I've seen it before.

I saw it the first time
you came to me for help.

When, after... after you
found me in Times Square?

No, after my wife and I
found you in Afghanistan.

[grunting]

What's so complicated?
She's hurt.

I found her.
We have an obligation

to treat her.

See, I look at you now

and I see the person
I met back then.

Sure, the hair's
a little different,

the skin more illustrated.

But everything else
is essentially the same.

The fear,
the vulnerability,

the expression
on your face.

You remember that day,
now don't you?

I have to go. It's not safe
for you if I stay.

- Wait, not safe how?
- What happened to you?

Is there someone
we can call?

Don't call anyone.
I just... I have to go.

You will die on your own,
do you understand me?

You're staying here
until you're well.

No, please. Please.

[Borden] I met this you
a long time ago.

When the love of my life

was wiped off
the face of the planet.

Chris?

Chris? Chris!

No!

Chris!

There is nothing
you can do!

They're here for you!

Because you came
into my life.

Not Alice Kruger.
Not Remi Briggs.

Not Jane Doe.

Just you.

[gasping]

- I'm sorry.
- [Borden] For what?

- For what I went through?
- [Jane] No.

No, for...

bringing my enemies
into your life

and changing it forever.

I thought I could
make it right

by recruiting you
to work for Shepherd,

but I just made it worse.

I'm really sorry
for what I did to you.

Please say something.

Doesn't it feel better
to talk about yourself

as one person?

James "J.B." Kelley
got his pilot's license at 15,

spent over a decade
as a medevac pilot

before Hank Crawford
recruited him

to work at HCI Global.

[Tasha] J.B. has no family,
no roots.

He practically lives
in the sky.

His only connection
to the ground is via that pager.

[Reade]
Can we trace it?

Well, it's an old-school,
one-way pager.

It uses a radio network.

I have no way of tracing it,
but I was hoping

that maybe Boston
might know some tricks.

So, once again,
you and Rich are stumped

and need my infinite wisdom
to get you out of a jam.

[Weller clears throat]

Can you track
a one-way pager or not?

Not.

Look, I say
we just call him.

The pager might not
be traceable,

but his callback number
could be.

If we call J.B., we give up
the element of surprise.

He'll know
we have his number.

A number that's not
doing us any good.

Our best play here
is to get him

to give up his location.

I'm with Tasha
on this one.

Okay, let's reach out
and touch someone.

- [phone chiming]
- Oh, sorry, heh.

Oh! Another sale.

At this rate, I won't have
anything left to exhibit.

[chuckles]

Selling for 90 bucks?
Oh, okay.

I knew it.

You're the one
who's buying Boston's art.

What? No.

Okay, yes.
But I can explain.

Explain how this is
one big, vicious mind game?

The second that Boston
finds out

that he's not
making real sales,

this is gonna devastate him.

It's not a big mind game,
okay, numb nuts?

I have a very good reason
for what I'm doing.

- Okay.
- Look, the art world

is not interested
in a reformed forger

who's been out of
the legit game

as long as Boston has.

So I am just creating
a buzz, you know,

getting his name
out there.

- Oh, sure.
- Yeah.

Hey, wait a second.
Okay, listen.

One could argue that

Boston's life went
off the rails because of me.

Okay? So it's the least
I could do.

You say that now,
but I know you.

You are your own worst enemy,
and I can guarantee you

the second he pushes
one of your buttons,

you're not gonna
be able to resist

throwing this back
in his face.

And whenever that happens,

I don't know if he's ever
gonna be able to forgive you.

If I was so bad,

how can I ever truly
become good?

I think you need to stop
looking at yourself

through this prism
of good and bad.

Then how should
I look at myself?

All right,
when you joined Orion

and then Sandstorm,

you were on a search
for justice, correct?

A pretty warped view
of justice.

But justice nonetheless.

You wanted to right
what you saw

as a world of wrongs,

which isn't all that different
from your role now

at the FBI, is it?

I guess not.

It's just that now the...

the wrongs I wanna correct
are my own.

And that's a problem
because...

There's so many of them.

Too many to atone for.

I... I don't even know
where to begin, and...

when I think about it,

it just completely
paralyzes me.

Well, let me
tell you a story

someone once told me
when I was in a dark place.

A boy walks along a beach,

when he comes across
a thousand starfish,

all washed up
on the shore,

baking in the sun,
dying.

So he picks one up

and he throws it back
into the sea, saves it.

A man walks up to the boy
and says,

"You can't save
every starfish on this beach.

- It's impossible."
- And then the boy says,

"No... but I can
save that one."

I told you that story

when we were fleeing
Afghanistan

to get you
to join Sandstorm.

Regardless of your intent,
it was still good advice.

Stop thinking
about the whole beach.

Just focus on what
you can save.

- [phone ringing]
- It's J.B.

He's calling back.

[ringing continues]

[ringing continues]

[Tasha]
Good?

Yeah.

J.B.

[J.B.] This is a voice I thought
I'd never hear again.

Is this traceable?

Yeah, Madeline and I
had a falling out.

Not easily,
but I have my ways.

But that doesn't mean that
we can't still be friends.

[J.B.] Hm. Yeah, do friends try
to trace each other's calls?

By the time you get
a read on me,

I'll be halfway
across the globe.

- So, buh-bye.
- Wait!

You're in danger.

[J.B.] And what,
you're gonna help me?

I heard the Sabinito Cartel
already made

one attempt
on your life today.

Yeah, and Madeline and I
weren't the only people

in Mexico who met up with them...
you were there, too.

You think you don't
have a target on your back?

[J.B.]
Madeline'll protect me.

Just like she protected
Casey Marco?

And all her other allies
she killed today?

What happens when you outlive
your usefulness?

You've got one path
to safety.

Come and help us
take down Madeline.

[J.B.]
Fine. I'll come in.

For $10 million.

We can't do that.

Look, if he's really got
something, it's worth it.

Even if he does,
getting $10 million

out of the FBI
ain't gonna be easy.

Aw, come on, J.B.

That's a big price to pay

when we don't even know
what we're getting.

[J.B.] What if I told you
exactly how Madeline's

getting out of the country
and when?

Then I'd say
you've got a deal.

♪♪♪♪

You're doing the right thing
coming in, J.B.

[Weller]
Where's Madeline?

So what is this?

Coordinates?

Nah, it's my Bitcoin wallet.

Soon as I see 10 million in it,
I'll start talking.

The deal was money
for intel.

How's Madeline getting
out of the country?

We need the intel
before the FBI

- can authorize this transfer.
- [J.B.] You're right.

Madeline's leaving
the country in an hour.

You got one chance to get her.

And that one chance is gonna
cost you $10 million.

It's that simple.

You know this guy.
Can we trust him?

I think right now he's
the best chance we've got.

- Come on with me.
- Okay.

Wait a second.
You can't go.

Madeline's still
out there.

Yeah, but she's
leaving the country.

But she could
still find you.

Just hang on for a little bit.
It's fun out here.

It's Make Your Own Pasta Day.
Wait a second!

You remember when you were
trying to steal my job?

You could do that again.
That was fun.

All right, okay.
I see what's happening here.

- You do?
- Yeah.

You don't want me to
go back to my art career

because you can't stand
how successful I am

now that I'm out from
under your shadow.

That could not be
further from the truth.

I love that you're finally
getting your due.

You are so transparent,

I can see
your uvula piercing.

- Wha...
- You are oozing jealousy right now.

- You hate that I don't need you.
- [Rich] Okay.

Well, hold on, hold...
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Okay, if you only knew...
- What?

That I've always been
the ace up your sleeve?

That it's always me coming in
at the last second to save

your unflattering
pants-wearing ass?

- Yeah, well...
- Face it, Rich.

Without me,
you'd be nothing.

I would be nothing?

You know what?
Without me, you know where you would be?

No, please, tell me.
Tell me your cutting,

pop-culture reliant
retort.

Who am I from
Caroline in the City?

- You...
- I need your help.

I need you to make it look
like this account

just received an influx of
$10 million in Bitcoin.

And I stress the words
"look like."

I don't need it to be
a real deposit.

I need it to appear legit.

I need you to do it
in five minutes.

Well, on that
kind of deadline,

it would probably take
the both of us.

Okay, I'll stay and help.
For Assistant Director Reade.

Understood.

Have you ever considered
wearing a turtleneck?

Something to think about.

All right.

What you're going through
isn't as unusual as it seems.

Sure, the details
are extraordinary, but...

family drama
is family drama.

And combat-induced trauma
is combat-induced trauma.

Underneath it all,
we're just dealing with

good old-fashioned PTSD.

And that's
a good thing,

because there are proven
treatments for it.

[Jane]
No, I hear you.

It just feels
so impossible.

[Borden]
It isn't.

It isn't easy,
either.

But you have the strength
to do it.

I know you.

ZIP'd or not,
the one constant

throughout your whole life
has been your strength.

If it helps,
think about your team.

Think about Kurt.

How much they need you.

It feels good to be needed,
doesn't it?

Not gonna lie, I'm surprised
you're still alive.

That makes
two of us.

All right, it's done.

[laughing]

I'm impressed.

You know, for a second there
I was worried

I was gonna have to
lower my price.

Okay. Madeline is leaving
the country on a private jet

out of Westchester
in 50 minutes.

How do you know that?

'Cause I'm the guy who's
supposed to be flying her out.

All right,
Watchtower's ready.

Bear Trap is ready.

Wait a second, why don't we
have a cool code name?

Uh, Pistol Shrimps
are ready.

[tires screech]

[Dominic]
Are you sure we should be

depending so much on
one person?

You can count on J.B.

How can you be
so sure?

Because J.B. would never bite
the hand that feeds him.

- It's been an hour.
- [chuckling] Relax.

Listen, I always keep
my plane's bar

fully stocked...
you want a drink?

She should
be here by now.

[chuckles]
Madeline keeps her own time.

No, not for
something like this.

[J.B.]
She'll be here.

[scoffs]
He's lying.

What?

- [Boston] You're being conned.
- How do you know that?

Well, because he's saying
everything I would say.

I mean, listen to him.

How quick he is to dismiss
Madeline's lateness.

Not breaking a sweat
that she might not show.

He has too little doubt.

You know, Bob Ross over here
is making some decent points.

You still don't
believe me? Here.

Let's run an experiment.

To catch a con, you gotta hatch a con.
Remember?

Zapata?
Boston has a theory.

There's something
we want you to say to J.B.

Uh-huh, copy that.

That was Watchtower.
Get ready.

Madeline just arrived.

She wha...

You were never
expecting her to show.

What if I told you exactly how
Madeline's getting out of the country?

And when.

Then I'd say
you've got a deal.

Good work.

[Weller]
Is this one giant stall?

Keep us looking one way
while Madeline runs the other?

Ah, it's too late now.
You'll never catch her.

How 'bout that drink?

♪♪♪♪

State police has
checkpoints on highways,

and I've got my algorithms
working overtime

on airports, seaports,
and traffic cams.

If Madeline or Dominic
are spotted anywhere

near a method of
mass transportation,

they will be detected.

What about non-commercial
helipads and runways?

We convinced the FAA
to issue a code red,

which grounds all
the aircraft in the area.

Really?
That is impressive.

But if all the aircraft
is grounded,

what are these blue dots?

Uh, those are medical
evacuation choppers.

They're not affected by
a code red.

Does anyone else
find it curious

that J.B. was a medevac pilot,

and that's the only aircraft
still in flight?

[Weller] So we need to know
who's flying

those medevac choppers.
We need to know now.

Okay, getting
a read on every pilot

currently heading into
the city.

Cross-referencing that with all
of J.B.'s known flight history.

We've got a match.

There's an inbound copter
being flown by

J.B.'s old co-pilot
from his medevac days.

[Tasha] This is how she's
getting out of here.

A medical chopper performing
a bogus rescue mission.

It's heading to Brooklyn
West Medical Center.

Okay, so that is
the extraction point.

Let's move.

♪♪♪♪

- [Weller] Jane! Hey.
- Hey.

Does this mean...

Yeah.
I'm back.

Look, recovery
is gonna be a process, but...

I'm ready for it.

You ready to get
back in the field?

- I thought you'd never ask.
- [Weller] All right, let's go.

Fill you in on the way.

Where are we going?

To take down Madeline.

Wait, seriously?

How long have
I been gone?

♪♪♪♪

FBI just entered the lobby!

They're headed
towards the roof.

You make sure that helicopter
gets here before they do. Go!

You, stay!

Everyone else,
come with me!

♪♪♪♪

[Weller] Hey! FBI, FBI.

Find somewhere safe,
lock the doors.

Ready?

Go, go.

♪♪♪♪

- [gunshots]
- Back! Back!

We'll take these guys.

You two find another way
to the roof.

♪♪♪♪

Uhh!

[nurse shrieks]

[panicked chatter]

[gunshot, people shouting]

Holster your gun.

On my signal,
run for the roof.

- What are you doing?
- This!

- Get down!
- [machinery whirring]

[beeping, machinery whirring]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[helicopter buzzing]

[gunshots]

[helicopter approaching]

♪♪♪♪

Oh!
[grunting]

Madeline Burke...

You're under arrest.

♪♪♪♪

[Tasha] I've got Madeline.
I'm bringing her down.

And on that note,

looks like
I'm a free man.

Again.

Well, this was fun.
And then it was tedious.

And then I left.

Wait, hey, Boston,
wait up.

I-I gotta
tell you something.

I'm really proud of you.

And all your success.
Truly.

Thank you.

All right, everyone.
Check your inboxes

for invites to my exhibition.

If you don't find them,
just check your spam folders.

Okay?
[chuckles]

Oh, uh, Rich...

I had no idea your apartment
had so much empty wall space.

Hmm.

♪♪♪♪

Wait... he knows
you're buying his art?

- Yeah, I guess so.
- [Patterson] Wait, so...

he knows, and you know
that he knows,

but neither of you are
saying anything about it?

I love us.

Ugh.

♪♪♪♪

Tasha, what's your 20?

Right here.

Jane, where are you?

[grunts]

Just finishing up
with Madeline's friends.

I'll meet you in the lobby.

Meet you down there.

It's nice to
have you back.

[Jane grunting]

[continues grunting]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[man]
Greg, move your head!