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What are you doing?

We have to help.

Somebody might be in there.

We're not supposed to leave the truck.

Must be my birthday.

We're only here for one thing.

Come on, we've got a whole armory here.

This is all we need.

Okay, well, uh,

it's been a while since
we've all been together

as a team since Jane
stopped being evil,

and since you stopped
pretending to be evil,

and I thought we should
commemorate this occasion

by unveiling...

"Tattoo Squad"!

The semi-cooperative European style

worker placement card drafting game

with bidding elements and
character customization.

You know, to mitigate the dice rolls.

It's a board game!

Starring us!
Solving complicated mysteries

by completing puzzle tests

on three unique boards!

I'm both impressed and horrified.

Thank you! And, for the game

pièce de résistance.

Et voila! Okay.

Now, they're just prototypes,
just keep in mind.

We all get one. There you go.

There you are. Right? Okay?

Now, we can play as ourselves,
we can play with each other.

I call Jane, so you get me.
There you go.

Why is mine so much
shorter than Patterson?

It's not supposed to be to scale.

It's just a prototype.
It's not meant to...

It's cute that way, I think.

Why is my face all melty?

Well, maybe if you'd invited
me to your game nights

you would have had a better sculpt.

Okay, this just got weird.

I think it's amazing, Rich.

It's a great way to celebrate the team.

You're right.

We have all been through a lot,

and it's nice to know that
we're on the same side again.

Okay, all right.
So let's see who goes first.

Everybody grab the 20-sided die.
Here we go.

Maybe later.
Jane, they're ready for us.

Okay, yeah.

So our agents brought in
everything they discovered

in the abandoned Sandstorm safe house.

We thought you could take a look.

It's nice of Shepherd to
leave us a key to the place

before she died.

Yeah. Key to her old
terror cell hideout.

How parental of her.

So you recognize the key,

but you've never been there before?

Well, Shepherd had safe houses

and stash sites all over the place.

It was our job to know

which key unlocked which site, but...

I was only ever allowed
to go to a few of them,

and never that one, so...

Whatever's behind this door,
she wanted me to find now.

If she had a plan set in
motion before she died,

we should definitely investigate.

On the other hand,
I guess this could be a trap.

Shepherd doesn't have any
power over us anymore.

None.

You ready?

Kinda looks like Shepherd

was getting ready for a yard sale.

Does any of this
stuff look familiar to you?

Another win for Remy.

Yeah. Yeah,
I recognize almost all of it.

This triggering any memories?

Yeah.

But it's different than it used to be

when I couldn't remember my past.

Those were fragments, flashes.

This is, um...

This is like everything all at once.

All these old, fully-formed memories

just leapfrogging to
the front of my brain.

It's just... a lot.

It's not a good feeling

wondering if you can
trust your own daughter.

I'm sorry, Jane.

I don't need you to be sorry.

- I need a minute.
- Wait... Jane...

Just...

We'll catalogue this stuff later.

We got a tattoo hit.

Okay.

What do we got?

Uh, you know that armored
truck robbery this morning?

The one that was hauling an arsenal.

Yes, every delicious piece of ordinance

is present and accounted
for, except one.

Thieves... Left one empty crate.

The Hermes tattoo on Jane's body

contains a serial number

that matches whatever was
stolen during the heist.

"Whatever was stolen"?

What do you mean? Don't we know?

The company that owns the truck

is being pretty tight-lipped
about whatever was on board.

SilverMark Industries.

Weapons developer and
defense contractor.

FBI's had an eye on
them for a while now.

Aren't they suspected of
supplying the chemical weapons

used in that hotel
attack a few years ago?

Unfortunately, we weren't able
to tie anything to Silver Mark.

All right, so how did they
respond to the robbery?

They'll file a police report

once they've done a
full inventory on it.

Yeah, that sounds super legit.

So they must have been hauling

something they shouldn't have been.

What about the guards in the truck?
Are they alive?

Battered and bruised,
but treated and released.

SilverMark doesn't tell their guards

whatever it is that
they're transporting.

And I guess they're not as tempted

to steal whatever's on board

if they don't know what it is.

Well, someone knew.
Thieves figured it out.

I'm sure you guys can, too.

- Hey.
- Just a heads-up,

I've been making rounds
again with my contacts.

- Any leads on Madeline?
- Not yet.

Her trail's getting cold.

If we don't bring her
in, the CIA will be

highly motivated to
hold you accountable,

whether you deserve it or not.

What did one girl do to get so lucky?

Hey, look...

I see you pushing
yourself, and that's good.

Just know that while we sort
this whole Madeline thing out,

you got an entire team you can lean
on, all right?

I know. And I appreciate it.

- What is it?
- It's Keaton.

So no backup.

Nobody to vouch

you're one of the good guys.

Madeline on your tail.

I'm amazed you're still alive.

I'd hate to be you right now.

Says the guy who just
got out of a coma.

You vouching for Tasha
will go a long way

in clearing her name.

Tasha...

I put you in an impossible situation,

and I jeopardized the trust
of the people you care about.

Sabrina Larren and the CIA
are still gunning for Tasha.

They're not happy about
how any of this played out.

I will be back later today

with the authority to take that woman

into CIA custody.

If we want them to back off,

taking down Madeline
and getting her to talk

is pretty much our only hope.

Well, I know you're innocent.

But there's something at my place

that might help prove it.

A USB drive in a concealed compartment

in my desk drawer.

Password is "Narcil."

It's a detailed record of
everything I had you do--

what, where, when.

Just get that drive.

Done.

It's good to have you back.

So, I revisited the tattoo

and realized it's not
just a serial number.

By doing a full spectrum
analysis on each digit,

- I found these.
- Hey, puzzle pieces.

- Yeah.
- How traditional!

Why don't you try arranging
them in numerical order?

Those look familiar.

They're on the computer chip tattoo.

So why is the "i" in "ASiA"

the only word that's not capitalized?

Silicon.

The semiconductor material
used in computer chips.

Big "S," little "i"
on the periodic table.

Okay, so Hermes is not Hermes,

he's Mercury.

Same God, different name.

Okay, so if we add
the atomic numbers...

- Mercury is 80.
- Silicon is 14, duh.

So that's...

94.

It adds to 94--

Are you having trouble
with simple math?

Oh... 94.

This is bad. This is very bad.

Whoever robbed that truck,

they just stole the key component

for a nuclear weapon.

Oh, my God.

They've got plutonium.

Well! This is quite the pickle, huh?

Most of you know Dave
Kirkpatrick of the DIA.

Since we're dealing
with missing plutonium,

Director Weitz asked
that he be brought in.

Oh, is this that Dave?

My God, it's like Tintin
joined the debate team.

He's an expert at nuclear
weaponry and tech,

so let's put Agent Kirkpatrick's
skills to good use.

Oh, it's Dave.

Dave. We're all friends here.

The Defense Intelligence Agency
is, uh, happy to help

- get you guys back on track.
- Thank you, Dave.

We don't know how much

of the plutonium was stolen.

But even the smallest amount
poses a massive threat.

Oh, yeah. It's a real humdinger.

One of the most dangerous
substances on Earth.

Depending on the weaponization method.

Whether it's a dirty
bomb, gun-type casing,

implosion model on the
fission end of things.

There are no good scenarios.

We need to find that plutonium.

Rich, Patterson, I want you guys

- to work with Agent Kirkpatrick.
- Ah...

Dave.

See if you could find
out who stole the stuff,

and what they plan on using it for.

I'll check in with SilverMark,

see if I can get them to talk.

Yeah, I'll contact
local law enforcement.

Those burning cars at the crime scene

- must have come from somewhere.
- Sounds good.

Let's make it happen.

Okay.

I, uh, found the drive
at Keaton's apartment.

Great. You can start
working on your defense

for when the CIA comes calling.

What's up?

It's just strange being at
Keaton's apartment alone.

His wife and his daughter are
staying with family by the hospital.

Something happen?

No, I just...

He's got a really nice home.

Keaton the family man, huh?

So I guess he does have a human side.
I wasn't so sure.

And it all gets destroyed
if we don't clear our names.

Sometimes you forget how
dangerous this can be

for people you care about the most.

I'm gonna get this checked out.

I'm just gonna say it.

SilverMark Industries?

You guys really should have
kept a closer eye on them.

Thank you, Dave. That is so helpful.

No, you know what? I think Clay Aiken's

better-dressed stunt
double has a point.

- He does?
- Who's Clay Aiken again? Baseball?

We know that SilverMark keeps
their deliveries covert,

so if we can't even figure
out what they're carrying...

How could the robbers know?

Unless it was an inside job.

What if it was an inside job?

It's pretty much always an inside
job, Patterson.

Okay, okay, so we look for

someone on SilverMark's
payroll with a criminal past.

Nothing damning here.

Sam in Accounting missed
an alimony payment,

Charlotte in HR punched
a DJ at a rave in 1998.

Oh, well, I can empathize
with that impulse, huh?

Okay, if it was an employee

they wouldn't have gone
into work on heist day.

Gertrude Simmons, maintenance worker,

hired in June,
swapped shifts at the last minute.

Wait a minute. I recognize that face.

That's not Gertrude Simmons.
That's Greta Smalls.

She's been on the DIA
list for a while now.

She's an arms dealer.

If I can bring her in,

this would be a pretty big win for me.

And obviously for us, team-wise, right?

Every seller needs a buyer.

I'm gonna look into
last known associates.

DIA's been trying to
access the dark web,

auction sites where
things like this get sold,

but there is absolutely no way in.

I think you mean there's
absolutely no way in for you.

Thought I'd find you here.

I, um...

I looked into the, uh,

burning cars used in the heist.

It's a dead end.

They were reported stolen

from neighborhoods miles apart.

No connection.

No luck on my end either.

Mm.

SilverMark is stonewalling us.

Hey, Jane...

What happened?

In that room back there?

It's just us.

Talk to me.

I almost held it together,

until I...

felt that blanket.

What'd you remember?

When I was a kid,

there was this one really cold morning.

I crawled into Shepherd's bed,

which she never let me do.

But I wrapped up in that blanket

and I... I just...

curled up right next to her.

And it sounds crazy, but, uh,

that was one of the
happiest moments of my life.

She knew how much that
blanket meant to me.

And she put it in there for a reason.

All of those things.

And I think I know why.

Why?

I think that stash
site was supposed to be

my recovery room.

Touchstones to-- to shock my memory

back into being Remy,

once I had accomplished my mission.

So, you think...

she thought that it'd still work?

I don't know.

I mean, either that or she just did it

to torture me one last time.

Ah! Okay.

Thanks to this DIA list,

and my more important
deep web knowledge,

we find ourselves at an auction site

with which I have more
than a passing familiarity.

"XR1229."

Greta's used those numbers
before with different letters.

That's gotta be her.

What do we got?

Oh, just an out-of-the-way
corner of the dark web

where our favorite plutonium thief

is about to do business-- the usual.

All right. That's Greta.

"Looking to buy."

Great, uh...

"Have funds."

She's not taking the bait.

"I have what you want to buy."

What? Greta's buying?

I thought she was
selling the plutonium.

Oh, no.

What do you mean, "Oh, no?"

If I'm correct, and I for sure am,

GT and IMP are referring

to different types of bomb casings.

IMP in this context
meaning implosion device.

That's what you put the plutonium in

to make a nuclear weapon.

Okay, she made the
deal but they're going private.

- Can we still monitor them?
- Yes.

I just need to hitchhike
into their private chat.

Shouldn't be an issue.

Okay, that's a bit of an issue.

So now we don't know when
the deal will go down,

where it'll happen,
or who she's gonna buy from.

She's about to become the owner
of a fully functional nuke.

Dave, how bad is this?

Depending on where it goes off,

we're talking about
thousands of people dead.

Hundreds of thousands, millions.

So, Patterson, it's very, very bad.

Greta is about to take some

very dangerous chocolate

and mix it with some very
radioactive peanut butter.

You see, the plutonium
is our peanut butter,

and the implosion device,

that is our chocolate, and when those--

All right, we-- we got it.

We need to figure out how to get into

this private chat to
shut the deal down--

- tell me you know something, Rich.
- I'm working on it.

You said you knew the ins
and outs of this site.

I used to be able to spy on
everything on this thing,

but, uh...

And we're in! Ta-da! I still got it.

Thanks to Rich,

we now have a place and time.

Greta will attempt to buy a device

to weaponize her plutonium
today at the Caris Hotel.

And now we know who our seller is.

Konstantin Valenov.

A prominent Russian businessman.

We're still working out the
details of the bust, but, Weller,

- you'll run the team.
- I have a feeling

this isn't gonna be as easy
as kicking down a door.

No, the bigger threat
here is the plutonium.

If I were Greta,

I wouldn't bring it to the meet.

I'd leave it somewhere safe.

We gotta find it, so...

why don't we let the deal go through,

and follow Greta back to the plutonium.

And what if we lose her?

We just hope that Valenov

sells her a bomb casing
that doesn't work?

What if it's not Valenov

selling Greta the
malfunctioning device?

What if it's us?

What do you have in mind?

We intercept the device presale,

tamper with it, rendering it useless...

Dibs! That's totally my area.

I mean, that is why I'm here.

Ahem, look, Dave,
we appreciate your help--

Does anybody else here understand

the technical intricacies
of more than 57

implosion model nuclear devices?

More than 57?

Anybody!

Because I know 58.

Okay, so Dave disables the device,

and we sell it to Greta.

It probably has tracking capabilities.

I mean, most nuclear devices do.

Okay, so if Dave can
active the tracker,

the team can lock onto it,

we'll follow that
back to the plutonium.

All sounds well and good.

Can I disable the device? Sure.

Can I manipulate the tracker?
Of course.

But how do we do this?

I think I know.

If only there was some way

I could demonstrate it visually.

Okay, so there's two
rooms in the hotel.

Downstairs and upstairs. Okay?

Now we have Patterson and Dave

as Greta and her, let's say, lackey,

waiting on the second floor.

One floor down from the real buyer.

Exactly. Now, why am I a peanut?

Because you're not part of the team.

Saving me for the expansion.
Heh, smart.

Yeah. Okay. Now we have Valenov

and the device coming
down, first floor,

pressing the button for
the the third floor,

but thanks to some
patented Rich.com hackery,

they're actually gonna make
it to the second floor,

where all the signs will have been

changed to maintain the deception.

Oh, so basically,
"Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol."

- I don't know what that is.
- It's a great film.

Tom Cruise does all his own stunts.

- Let's stay on track here.
- Okay.

After we arrest Valenov...

"Oh, no, I can't believe,

you'll never take me alive.

All right, I'll go peacefully."

Dave the Peanut will
tamper with the device,

rendering it useless,

and then he'll bring it
up to the third floor,

where Kurt and Jane will be waiting.

Now, the meeting's supposed to start

at 3:00, but, according to the chat,

if either party's
late, the deal is off.

All right, so we just have to
buy some more time upstairs,

while Dave brings the
device downstairs.

I know those systems inside and out.

It'll take me two seconds.

Great, 'cause that's
how many you'll have.

Okay, so that is your mission,

and apparently you have
chosen to accept said mission.

So, good luck.

Are you okay?

Huh? Yeah. I'm just, uh...

trying to keep my eye on the...

unimaginably dangerous prize

without thinking too
much about the people

who are bringing said prize to us.

You said...

that you were pretty
confident about this.

Do we need to find someone else?

No. No, no, no, no.

This is not my first rodeo.

I've been to numerous rodeos.

Should I close the door?
I'm gonna close the door.

I'm-- I'm closing the door.

Okay, our life-size meatballs
are in their starting positions,

and Patterson is in place,
getting her Greta face on.

Weller, Jane, you guys ready to go?

We're set.

Okay, game on.

Uh, Valenov just got on the elevator,

and he's pressed the
button for the third floor.

- He's coming to you early, Patterson.
- Copy that.

Just gonna override the system here,

and he should get off
on the second floor.

Okay, he got off. It worked.

You're here early. I like that.

You're Greta?

Yep.

Who's this?

I wouldn't come to a meeting like this

- without my technical adviser.
- Muscle.

Which is it?

He's kidding.

Clearly he's not... the muscle.

His strength is his knowledge.

Not that I couldn't, of course.

Muscle stuff, that is. Yeah, sure.

Mostly I'm the, uh,
technical adviser, but, uh,

I do work out.

Hit the gym. Nasium squats.

Dave, you gotta keep it together, man.

You'll have to excuse my associate.

He's aces with high-tech weaponry.

But he has a little bit
too much of an appetite

for recreational powders.

Greta, I understand
a couple of years ago

you did business with
my old friend Yuri.

Yuri?

Yuri...

I'm searching! Just a second!

Patterson really needs
the answer now, Rich.

Okay, uh, Yuri, Yuri. The... Gardener.

No, Butcher! Yuri the Butcher!

Sorry. My Russian's a little rusty.

Yuri the Butcher.

Yes. How is Yuri?

Uh, hang on.

Oh, dead! Super dead!

Ha! Okay. Oh,
murdered in a very gruesome fashion.

And, according to the
authorities, his killer

is most likely standing
right in front of you.

So... that's fun.

Why don't you tell me?

You were the last one to see him alive.

Now, are we gonna do this or not?

Of course.

It's the real thing.

Alpha Team, move in.

- Freeze!
- FBI!

Hey, Dave!

Get up! Get to work!

Two seconds, remember?

Right on time.

My partner likes that.

Uh, your partner?

I'll tell him you're here.

Of all the people who
could have walked in here.

It's good to see you again, Remi.

Yeah.

Cameron Gibbs.

I wasn't sure you'd remember me.

I can't believe it's actually you.

This is that hell-raiser
I was telling you about

from when I worked with Shepherd.

I mean, Remi pulled off some of

the craziest jobs I've ever seen.

I did my best.

I always wondered
what happened with you

after it all fell apart.

It looks like you landed on your feet.

There are worse things
than working for Valenov.

I hate to break up this reunion,

but I've gotta say,

I don't like this coincidence one bit.

I appreciate the concern.

You and I go back four months.

She and I go back years.

Wouldn't be who I am without Remi.

When I was at my lowest,
when I lost everything...

this woman helped me through.

And I trust her with my life.

And yours.

We should talk about this in private.

There's nothing to talk about.

No, it-- no, no, no.

If she needs to talk things
through to feel good about this,

by all means, go and talk.

Whatever makes this sale happen.

Always the pragmatist.

Okay. Let's talk.

Do you wanna explain what's going on?

He used to be army,
just a regular family guy.

But Shepherd had other plans for him.

And she, uh,
needed someone to set him up

and to manipulate him.

To this day, he doesn't really know

who was actually pulling the strings.

Shepherd.

No... me.

Remi.

She turned him into a murderer.

Okay, I can in fact confirm

that this Cameron Gibbs
is a very bad guy.

He's responsible
for a number of attacks

on military targets
all across the country

in the past few years.

So what happened with you two?

Well, when I was Remi,
as part of an op,

I needed access to
confidential military files.

Gibbs was a pencil-pusher

at the Army office
where they were kept,

so I lifted his I.D.
and I stole the files.

He got blamed and
dishonorably discharged.

He never knew it was me.

That's why he hates the military.

Yeah, but that's not all of it.

After he was discharged,
I recruited him.

I turned his hate to
Sandstorm's advantage.

I created a monster.

Remi may have pushed him.

But at some point... he made a choice.

Patterson, what's taking so long?

We've got a problem.

Huh...

This is not the time for "huh," Dave.

Jane and Weller are
treading water upstairs.

We need to figure this out.

Well, this is not at all
what I was expecting.

It's not one of the 58.

The circuitry is all different.

This must be a-- a newer model

than the one they were talking
about in the chat room.

I get the confusion.

Most people don't even know

what generation iPad they have.

Dave!

You need to hurry.

Fine. Jeez.

You're not making it any easier.

Weller, Jane,
you guys are gonna have to stall.

While I appreciate my
partner's concerns,

we have talked it over and
ultimately we have decided

to move forward with this transaction.

Let's see what ya got.

I appreciate your eagerness,

but it's been a while,
since I've seen you,

and I need to make sure
I'm still dealing with

the same man I used to know.

Sounds like a great excuse for a drink.

Mm.

That's a fantastic idea.

Can you disable this thing and
activate the tracker or not?

Huh...

This is a "no huh" zone right now!

Sooner or later, those guys upstairs

are gonna wanna see this
thing, and when they do,

Jane and Weller need to be holding it.

To turn off the explosive
ignition element,

I need to disable the tracker.

Or vice-versa.

I can do one, but I can't do both.

Fine. Disable the tracker.

We'll find Greta's
plutonium another way.

And Remi says, "I told you
it'd cost an arm and a leg."

The look on that guy's face.

All right. Enough war stories.

We good?

Can we do what we all came here to do.

I don't see why not.

So what are you planning to
do with that thing, anyway?

None of your business.

Let's see it.

Okay.

Let me, uh, set up the transfer.

Verify that the funds are there.

Yeah. Be my guest.

Let's get it moving.

Great.

It's just... about done.

Okay, so...

Entering my account details.

Uh, now...

I need yours.

Verifying now.

The Wi-Fi in this place is terrible.

Wi-Fi. On it.

Okay. Terrible Wi-Fi connection

coming right up.

Oh...

Sorry, but I think that's the culprit.

I never know how to get
rid of these things.

Do you guys?

You ever think about getting

a separate computer for work?

The Eagle is about to land.

This is taking too long.

Well, if you were helping me,

I mean, you know,
things might go a little faster. Sorry.

Maybe if you tried
quitting out of everything.

Yep. Good call.

And the moment of truth.

There you go. Funds are verified.

Let's see the device.

Wow. Hope it works as good as it looks.

Just a reminder,
the tracking device does not work,

so it won't be able to track it back

to wherever Gibbs is
keeping the plutonium.

We want in.

What?

Working for Valenov pays the bills,

but it's been too long
since I've been on a job

that actually meant something.

Whatever you have planned,

I wanna be a part of it.

For old times' sake.

Gibbs... no.

"Old times' sake."

I used to idolize you.
Do you know that?

It would be an honor to have you along

for what I have planned today.

This is heavy.

Remi, you come with me.

Finish up the transaction.
Meet at the rendezvous.

We'll take the stairs.

Why not the elevator--
it'd be a lot easier

than carrying that thing down.

I never go through the main lobby.

Too many eyes.

No one ever watches the service stairs.

Plus, I lifted the keys

from the janitor, so I could slip out.

That being said,
would you check in there?

See if there's a dolly or
a hand cart we could use.

Uhh!

Hey!

What are you doing?

The plan was to kill

whoever showed up to
sell us that thing.

Cleaner that way. You taught me that.

But I could never kill you.

Yeah, well, let me out.
I can still help.

No. Sorry about your partner.
He seemed nice.

What are you talking about?

Well, I don't know him.

I can't take that risk.

Neither can Greta.

Kurt... Kurt, Greta's coming for you.

Kurt, can you hear me?

Greta... Kurt...

Gibbs got away.

But Dave sabotaged the device.

So Gibbs doesn't have a working nuke.

Yeah, he'll figure that
out soon enough, though.

When he realizes the
device doesn't work,

a guy like that'll know he can make

one heck of a dirty bomb
with all that plutonium.

Can Gibbs really improvise
a dirty bomb that quickly?

I mean, the guy,
he likes exploding things that much,

I'm sure he's got something
on hand to build it with.

We gotta find him-- Weller,
you gotta get Greta talking.

All right, so what is the target?

Go to hell.

Why are you protecting him?

You've only known
Gibbs for a few months.

Gibbs is going to kill a
lot of innocent people.

Do you really want
to be a part of that?

What you do right now

has everything to do
with how you'll be tried

when this is over.

I was just helping

with the deal and the getaway.

What he does in between, that's on him.

Greta, if you work with us right now...

the FBI will take that into account.

This is years of your life
you're playing with, Greta.

We're supposed to meet

in front of the Howard
building in Queens.

Okay, Rich, Gibbs said the
attack is gonna be today

and that he's settling a score.

All right, and we know

that his main beef
is with the military.

Put those two things together

with the rendezvous point in Queens.

Oh, okay. I got it! Uh...

There's an event honoring the military

at the Hutton Center tonight.

It's gonna be packed.

And look who the guest of honor is.

It's gonna be Colonel Alan Spiegel.

He's the man who signed
Gibbs' discharge papers.

Oh, and then there's this.

A construction truck full of debris

was just reported stolen
from right near the venue.

That gives Gibbs everything
he needs to make a dirty bomb.

The event's starting soon.

Wait, the Hutton Center's
just around the corner.

That blast is gonna
kill a lot of people.

There'll be nuclear fallout for miles.

Let's move. Frank, you take her in.

I caused this.

This is my fault.

Just... put that out of your head.

Okay? There's too much at stake here.

No, I didn't just ruin one man's life,

I've...

I've endangered thousands of others.

No, Jane, that wasn't you.

If I don't start taking responsibility

for the things that Remi did,

I don't know what's
going to happen to me.

Just a heads-up,

The Hutton Center will not, I repeat,

will not be evacuated.

Even though the clock's ticking,

local PD doesn't want
to cause mass panic.

Or tip Gibbs off and detonate the bomb.

And if an explosion does happen soon,

it won't really matter
if they evacuate or not.

All right, so we gotta stop him.

Almost there.

We should split up.

Cover more ground.

I'll take upstairs.

Don't move!

Gibbs, just listen.

You sold me a dud!

You played me!

Why are you doing this?

I'm hoping nobody
else has to die today.

What happened to you?

Who are you?

Jane! Tell me where you are!

Put down the detonator.

Let's leave the service
tunnel and work this out.

Service tunnel. Got it!

We're not going anywhere.

There's only one way outta here now.

That's not true.

I know what you're
trying to do and why.

But think about all the innocent people

that are going to die.

They are not just collateral damage.

Collateral damage?

The Army didn't care
about collateral damage

when they ruined my life!

The Remi I know would've
cheered me on for this.

You've changed.

So can you, Gibbs.

Army was all that I cared about.

When I got blamed for everything,

no one, no one, not even my family

believed that I was
innocent, no one except you.

You gave me a new purpose.

You told me, "Make them pay."

Would your family want this?

My family! I'm dead to them already.

You can't detonate that bomb.

Why's that?

Because the Army didn't do this to you.

Jane, no! Don't say it!

It was me.

What do you mean, you did this to me?

I took your access codes.

I stole the classified documents.

I got you fired.

No.

And when I saw how far you'd fallen,

I knew you'd be useful to Shepherd.

You're lying.

I befriended you.

I groomed you.

I recruited you.

I was your problem and your solution.

I am the one who ruined your life,

not the Army...

and not those people at
the ceremony upstairs.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I was a different
person back then.

I did terrible things.

And I made a decision to change.

To be better.

Cameron,
it is not too late to be better.

To correct the mistakes of the past.

You lied.

For years.

You...

You were my friend.

No, I wasn't.

It's me you wanna hurt...

not them.

You're right.

I do wanna hurt you.

And it sounds like the
best way to do that

is for you to die knowing
that you killed me

and all the people upstairs, too.

No. No, I can help you.

All right.

Okay.

We're good to go.

How you holding up?

I don't know if I can do this.

I thought I could, uh...

close the door on my past.

Quarantine it.

But I can't.

You just gotta keep fighting.

Keep trying.

I'm so tired, Kurt.

I'm tired of fighting.

Tired of trying, tired of...
remembering.

I just wanna forget.

Hey...

Come here.

Shh, shh, shh.

Any new leads on Madeline's whereabouts

- or what she's planning?
- Not yet.

But the night is young.

What about Keaton's USB drive?

What's wrong?

The file doesn't exonerate both of us.

It just clears me.

I was the one crossing
the lines out there

doing what I thought I
had to for the mission.

But he claims I was
blindly following him,

and he was calling all the shots.

Why would he fall on
his sword like that?

My guess, maybe he realized

how much damage he was
doing to your life.

He put you through hell.

Maybe that was starting
to weigh on him,

and he wants to make it right.

Okay, pretty sure
visiting hours are over.

Just here to say one thing.

Well, that doesn't sound good.

Thanks, but no thanks.

I won't let you sacrifice
yourself for me.

- Look, Tasha, I...
- Keaton, shut up!

It was my choice to go undercover

and work off the books.

You didn't make me do anything.

And I won't be responsible for you

getting thrown in prison
or somewhere worse.

As if either of you has much say.

I'm gonna clear both of our names

by taking Madeline down

and getting the truth out of her.

So you just focus on resting up

and getting strong.

Good night.

Hey. That was more than one thing.

You coming?

Give us a minute.

We need to get something straight.

Okay, this is not restful.

Keeping me in the dark
when Zapata was out there,

lying to my face about it...

I get it's the job,
it's part of the business.

But it felt pretty damn personal to me.

It was.

Excuse me?

It was personal.

I didn't loop you in
because I knew you,

of all people,
would be able to talk her out of it.

Have you met the woman?
No one can talk her out of anything.

You word carries more
weight than you think.

But I think part of you
probably knows that.

Welcome back, Keaton.

Thank you.

"Very not good.

Ambushed by henchmen."

- Better make that roll.
- Okay, all right.

Well, what do I need? Between a 14...

and the symbol for Gemini?

- Ah...
- Almost.

Wait, okay. I got a commendation

from the bigwigs card.

It's not enough. I still get tied up

and lose a turn at the Docks.

- Brutal.
- Yes!

Okay, your go.

So that is a 14.

And I'm gonna use my "Help
from a Deep-Web contact."

That makes 17.

Did I solve it?

Ah, you cracked the tattoo!

You know what, this is actually

a pretty decent game.

- Oh, really?
- Um...

I'm impressed.

I will pass that on to the designer.

Oh, and you know what? I, uh...

I found this lying around.
I thought you might want it.

Hey, no more melty face.

And you're still taller than Weller.

NYPD finally gave us
access to the security cam

outside the Sandstorm hideout.

Uh, let me run a program

to see if there's been any activity

the last few weeks.

Oh, mysterious hooded figure.

Dramatic much? Who the hell is that?

I don't know.

They must have the same kind of key

Shepherd gave to Jane.

According to the timestamp,

this was taken just before
we raided the place.

Is that an old member of Sandstorm?

Whoever it is,
we must have just missed them.

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