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What are you doing?

Oh, Nick, you scared me.

- I thought you'd gone home.
- Forgot my keys.

What are you doing
in here so late, Ginny?

Do you have any idea
how dangerous this is?

I'm sorry.
I'll leave.

Immediately.

I'm sorry.

Whoa! Tasha, it's me!

Sorry.

Guess I'm wound a little tight.

You guess?

Dominic just buried
Jane alive and got away.

There's gotta be something here
that points to where he might be.

No one expects you
to find him on your own.

Morning!

Hey, Tasha.
Here's the bagels you wanted.

You weren't still here
working at 4 a.m.

when you texted us about
craving bagels, were you?

All right,

a little breakfast with the whole
team in the conference room.

That's... Hey, what
happened to you?

Nothing happened to me.

Excuse me, did you
mess with my system?

What? No.

Oh, I am trying to
add a VR component

to the Tattoo Squad board game.

Hey, doesn't what's-her-face
look a little peaked to you?

I have been sifting...

through every file
we have on HCI Global,

looking for any hint
of where Dominic might be.

All right?

Tasha... we all
wanna catch him.

But you gotta take care
of yourself, too.

Look, why don't you go home
and get some reset.

Right now, home is
a cheap motel in Newark.

I gave up my apartment
when I went deep cover.

I know you don't need a key to
get into my place, but take these.

I'm not taking no
for an answer, Tasha.

Get some sleep.

Thank you.

Still no lead on the person

that accessed the Sandstorm
bunker where we found all this.

Shepherd's last game.

You know, I don't know
if all this was meant to...

haunt me or help me,

but, honestly...

it's been kind of freeing.

I used to think of Remi
as this boogey-woman, but...

she's part of me.

- You really believe that?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you know, I'm able to
connect to parts of my past

that aren't just
triggering trauma.

Oh. So, what category does this
poetry that you wrote fall into?

- Don't. Give that to me.
- No.

Don't...

"Encroaching darkness.

"A looming flock of ravens.

"My hand on a cold window.

"I look at the world, trapped.

The dark of night is my haven..."

- Oh, stop!
- What?

Who didn't have
a Gothic phase as a kid?

- Uh... Okay?
- Except for you.

Yeah. All right.

Uh, that's Patterson.

So we can get back to
your flock of ravens.

Yeah, we can follow them
into the haven of darkness.

So, bad news,
Jane has a deadly poison

called tetrodotoxin
on her body.

- Wait, what?
- No.

No-no-no-no-no!
I-It's not in her body.

It is on her body.
It is a tattoo we solved.

I said "on her body." Why would that be
grammatically confusing for anybody?

Wait, that's a super-dangerous
type of food poisoning, right?

Like E.coli or salmonella?

Okay, I guess we're not here because
a few people had a bad burrito.

TTX is a rare but deadly
marine bacteria.

It is found in the guts
of the absolutely scrumptious

fugu pufferfish...
which, if you've never had it,

it's like Russian roulette
on a plate.

It's a wild ride.
Also, there's no cure.

Just a single drop
could kill in minutes.

And my system has been
flagging every reported case,

but none of it has seemed
out of the ordinary,

until now.

There have been 26 this morning.

So far, half of
the victims have died.

Any word from the CDC?

A few, yeah...
all of which are

the "wear brown pants"
level of terrifying.

None of these victims
consumed seafood.

These poisonings are not
typical or natural.

Were the victims targeted?
Are they connected in any way?

No, aside form
ingesting the toxin.

So someone's messing with
New York City's food supply.

This is an attack.

So we need to find the source
of this TTX and stop it now.

Patterson, Rich,
you guys work with CDC,

see if you can find
where this is coming from.

Weller, Jane, coordinate
with NYPD.

I'm gonna contact the mayor's
office and let them know

this could be something big.

Copy that.

I got an update from the CDC.

All of the victims
had one food in common

that they consumed
in the last 12 hours.

Cucumis melo.

A.k.a., cantaloupe.

People are dying
from eating cantaloupe?

We put out a recall,
but it's too late

for anyone who's already
ingested it.

How does poison from
a fish get into produce?

We don't know the how,
but we were able to track the where.

All of the contaminated melons

traced back to a research farm
outside Quaker Hill.

We sent out a team
to secure the property,

and the good news is
only one of the enclosures

grew cantaloupe...
Greenhouse 18.

But whoever's
renting the property

is hiding behind
shell companies.

We were able to use
qwerty sorcery

to establish that
the receipts came from

a building in Ozone Park.

So this incident of
intentional food poisoning

might just be
the tip of the iceberg.

And who knows what other
deadly toxins

they may be experimenting with.

All right, Rich send us the address.
Patterson, you're gonna come with us.

If it's as dangerous
as you say it is,

we're gonna need your
scientific expertise.

Okay.

We gotta take these guys down

before anyone else gets killed.

FBI! Show me your hands!

Don't move.
Don't move.

Honey...

What's goin' on?

Dad?

The facility we raided
is called Spelta Research Lab.

They're privately funded by
Worldwide Science Innovation.

And Bill Nye is one
of their lead consultants.

Why didn't you tell me the
criminals are your family?

I could have recommended
a fantastic support group.

My dad wouldn't even let me
kill spiders as a kid.

There's no way he poisoned
innocent people with TTX.

I agree.

Bill Nye is an American hero.

No, I know a secret
bad guy when I see one.

Bill Nye is about
as bad as they come.

That bowtie doesn't
fool me one bit.

Did you know your dad
was working for Spelta?

No! He has so many jobs.

I mean, he consults
at so many different places.

But why would he keep
his work with the lab a secret

unless there was something
nefarious about it?

Because these labs are
covered by major NDAs.

So even if he wanted to,

he couldn't have told Patterson.

This feels like Roman's doing.

He designed certain tattoos
to create rifts within the team.

Regardless, we still have to
treat Bill like any other suspect.

Let me talk to him.

I'm sure there's
an explanation for this.

All right, I'll come with you.

I mean, a familiar face
might help things.

You mean like his daughter's?

Y-Yeah.

Patterson, you and Rich talk to
Bill, see what you can find out.

And I want you two to go through the
Sandstorm evidence Shepherd left us.

We have to figure out
why she sent us there

and what this mystery man
has to do with it.

Okay.
All right.

Hey...

- Hey.
- Whoa.

Dad, I can't hug you right now.

- Gotta work.
- Sorry.

It's just good to see you.

Maybe I should get
arrested more often.

Do you understand
how serious this is?

Science Guy by day,
Poison Guy by night.

It's a brilliant cover.

So tell us, how'd ya do it?

I didn't poison anybody.

Dad... I want
to believe you.

But you taught me
to trust the evidence,

and right now, everything
is pointing at you.

You've been secretly
consulting at a lab

that rents the greenhouse that
grew modified poison cantaloupe.

This is preposterous.

I've worked alongside Bill
for three years.

He is innocent...
and I am willing

to testify on his behalf
in court.

I'm sorry, who are you
supposed to be?

This is Ginny Kelling,
my research assistant.

The Luke to my Yoda.

Okay, that's... great.

Ginny's great.

But how did...
how did this happen?

How is the lab
that you're working with

connected to
the contaminated melons?

Honestly, this is the first
we've heard of it.

We've been working on
a number of things:

diversifying
nutrient-dense crops,

urban farming...

Bee repopulation.

- Genetic modification...
- Okay.

Which one of these
admittedly laudable pursuits

do you use Greenhouse 18 for?

Greenhouse 18...

I believe is housing bees
this winter.

So which one of your staff is...

developing cantaloupe
as a murder weapon?

'Cause TTX doesn't just wind up
in cantaloupe by accident.

Have you looked into the
watering system at the farm?

Bacteria can sit
in the water supply and...

- Contaminate the food supply...
- ...supply.

Ob-Obviously I know that.
That is why, uh,

I... I already...
sent someone out there.

You did?

Oh, that's what
that was. Yeah, yeah.

I will let you know if
we have any more questions,

but right now, this does not
look good for you.

And until we can figure out
who is behind this attack,

you will be treated as suspects.

Shepherd gave me this
in junior high.

Toucans were my favorite animal.

So your favorite animal
was a parrot...

and you wrote Goth poetry.

- What's that?
- I don't know.

Everything in this room
is meaningful.

I can place almost all of it
except this.

- I've never seen it before.
- Let's show it to Patterson.

See if she can work out
what that symbol means.

I think this card belonged
to the person accessing

- ...the bunker.
- How do you know that?

Remember how
the mystery man or woman

was wearing a green jacket
from Housley's Ribs?

Wait, I thought this
was a dead end.

It was.

But then I noticed
this green stain on the card.

I was able to find
out which dyes

and materials
the jackets are made of.

And it's an exact match
for the pigment on the card.

What, so the dye in the jacket must
have bled through and stained it.

They could have dropped
the card while in the bunker.

What about the symbol?

It is for Monroe's
Shelter for Women.

It's a few blocks
from the bunker.

So the hooded figure
might be there.

Chelsea Chalgren.

Chelsea Chalgren.
I know that name.

Shepherd said she met a
Sandstorm informant through her.

Good thing you have
your Remi memories back.

Do you remember if she was
a part of Sandstorm?

No, no, but she'll likely know
who Shepherd was looking for.

All right, so let's bring Chelsea
in and see if she can identify

this mystery person.

- Oh! Hey, heads up!
- Whoa.

I got great news!

You figured out how the tetrodotoxin
got into the cantaloupes?

I can't just touch things

and figure out
what happened to them.

Who am I, Deanna Troi?

Although I can feel
people's energies.

Can you feel my energy telling
you to get to the point?

Okay, Ginny's brilliant idea
was a big, fat load of nothing.

The farm has one watering
system, and it's TTX free.

If the poison had come
from the water supply,

the entire farm
would be infected,

but it's isolated
to Greenhouse 18.

You would think...
Ginny would know that

if she worked there
for three years.

Unless... she's responsible
for the poisonings.

Whoa. Excuse me.
Is somebody jealous

of Ginny's relationship
to their father, Bill Nye?

I'm not jealous!

Why would you be?
You got this great job.

You got me. This lab.
Me. I'm here.

You have an exorbitant number
of tabletop board games.

Okay... Ginny has access
to the lab and the farm,

so she is the logical
explanation for all of this.

Logical?
Slow your roll there.

Okay, let's just stick
to the science, all right?

We need to figure out how the
poison got in the cantaloupes

before there's another attack.

Where are the scalpels?

Anthony, where are my scalpels?

You hadn't decided
which side you were truly on.

You still haven't.

Oh, thank God.

Claudia...
is everything all right?

I have to talk to you
about something important.

I can't tell you over the phone.

Is there somewhere
secure we can meet?

I'm in New York.

I know just the place.

Whatcha got?

Well, on top of the TTX, we also
found traces of lactobacillus.

It's a bacteria bees leave behind
on plants when they pollinate.

Didn't Bill say bees
were being stored

in Greenhouse 18?

Yeah, about 30 hives' worth.

Nobody say "candy man"
more than four times, okay?

I'll get a field team
to secure them.

And you said TTX

naturally occurs in a
certain type of fish, right?

So how could the bees
be carriers?

Well, there's have to be
gene modification

to get the bacteria
into the bees,

and the only way to do that

would be with CRISPR technology.

CRISPR is a family
of DNA sequences...

I bet Bill Nye
has a video on this!

I mean, he makes science fun.

I can be fun.

Hey! Kurt was right.
I found something.

CRISPR stands for Clustered

Regularly Interspaced

Short Palindromic Repeats.

We can use it to change
an organism's genes,

the bits of DNA that determine
almost everything about us

or any living thing.

Our size, our shape,

hair color,
number of legs, and so on.

Now, here are a pair of my pants

that feature

a serious mustard stain.

Now, the stain represents
a genetic sequence

that predisposes me
to some syndrome, like...

"enthusiastic
hot dog consumption."

Researchers can use CRISPR

to go in and snip out...

that... genetic sequence,

and mend or replace it.

It's like having
a pair of scissors

and a sewing kit all in one!

For jeans!

Or... jeans!

Okay.

That... is how you
explain science.

While you were enjoying
Genetic Modification

Over-Simplification 101,

I checked the Spelta files
and found this article.

"Bee Populations."
What does that have to...

Take a look
at the author.

Ginny Kelling?

And there's a section in here about
how this technology could eradicate

entire populations.

So she's using bees as a weapon
to poison crops.

Oh, I knew she was bad!

The hives from the farm
are missing.

If those bees are released...

they can kill
millions of people.

- Why are you poisoning people?
- I'm not poisoning anyone.

You wrote a thesis paper
on modifying bees.

You have an entire section

devoted to the deadly use
of your method.

That is a research paper.
It's purely theoretical.

37 real people are dead.

That is more than a theory.

You genetically modified
bees to carry TTX.

Where have you taken
the infected bees?

I haven't taken them anywhere...

We have a record of you
accessing the lab

where they were being studied
after hours,

you buying CRISPR equipment,

and of you calling the farm.

I would never do that to Bill.

Oh, cut the act, Virginia!

Ginny is not short
for Virginia, okay?

This is a requisition form
for 36 live cultures

that are the same bacteria
that produces TTX.

And that is your signature.

Hold on, that's not me.

No, I'm serious. That really isn't me!
You see the date?

That's my birthday!

January 27th.

Bill and your mom had me over!

They made lasagna,
because it's my favorite.

And there was no way
I could have signed

and submitted that
form at 8:56 p.m.,

because I was too busy
kicking their butts

at the Star Trek-themed
Settlers of Catan.

Okay, you just said

"this" wasn't you.

Does that mean you confess
to the rest of it?

I'm trying to help people,
not hurt them.

I have been looking into
creating edible vaccines

via pollination,
just like in my paper.

Imagine stopping flu season
with a piece of fruit.

But I... I barely even started.

I just ordered the bees
to begin testing... that's it.

You sit tight.

I'm gonna have to
corroborate your story.

And you better hope we can,

or the next lasagna
you'll be eating

will be off of a prison
cafeteria tray!

Yeah, we're done here!

Right now, Ginny is
our most likely suspect

and you've been making her
all my favorite foods.

You mean Ginny's
birthday dinner.

Your mother and I
had her over. So what?

Sir, we realize you want
to protect Ginny...

No, I remember!
It was January 27th.

We made lasagna.

You and Mom haven't had me over

for my birthday in years.

We invite you every year,
but you always say you're busy.

Your work is so important.
You're...

my little superhero.

Which one?
Batman, isn't it?

Right? If she's Batman,
then I'm Catwoman, which is great,

'cause I look fantastic
in a leather unitard.

She's been genetically altering
bees right under your nose,

and using your lab to do it.

Ginny... I warned her not to
use CRISPR to modify animals,

but she was so certain this
project could help people.

Look, it's like the time
you built that supercomputer.

Remember, when you were nine?

I told you not to do it,
but you did it anyway...

and the power surge

blacked out
the whole neighborhood.

I was helping Mom with her
nerve-mapping algorithm,

and our IBM PS/1
just wasn't cutting it.

And... and...
I didn't kill anyone.

Neither did Ginny!

I hate to say it,
but your dad's right.

I don't hate to say that.
I love your dad.

Love you, Dad.
I can call you that, right?

That's not weird?
Is that weird? Dad?

Let's focus.
If this requisition was forged,

then that means
someone had to fake it.

So who was at the lab who
could have ordered the TTX?

The way I'm remembering it,
I left Nick Pomeroy

in charge of the lab that night.

All right,
let's track Nick down.

Did Mom make the lasagna
how I like it, with the...

you know,
little diced-up yellow squash?

That's how you make lasagna!

What couldn't
you say over the phone?

Madeline's in jail.

Case all wrapped up
in a neat little bow?

- I don't think this is over.
- Neither do I, but MI6 does.

When you arrested Madeline,
I returned to my life...

ended the pretense
of being dead.

I was ready to get to work
and dismantle HCI Global.

But they wanted me
to sit at a desk

and push papers with
my head in the sand.

FBI's slow-rolling it, too.

They don't know Madeline
the way we do.

That's why I came to you.

You're the only one
I trust with this.

Not my team, not your bureau.

I want to take down
Madeline's deadliest fixer.

I intercepted
coded text messages

from a number I know to be his.

- His name is...
- Dominic.

We've met.
What do you have in mind?

Your name came up in connection
to a case of ours, Chelsea.

Do you know this woman?

I'm not sure, I...

My shelter helps hundreds
of women every month.

Lying to the FBI
is a very serious crime.

So think very carefully about
how you answer our questions.

The details are a bit fuzzy,

but... someone
who looked like her

came to my shelter years ago.

She was looking
for someone who had been

in and out of the shelter...
Jessica.

She wanted to protect her,

just like I did.

Wanted to know
where to find her.

Wait, so you gave Jessica's
information to a complete stranger?

Shelters are supposed
to be havens.

These women are vulnerable.

They trust you.

I slipped up.

Do you recognize this person?

- I think that's Jessica.
- So, what makes you say that?

It's been years
since I've seen Jessica.

I convinced myself
I did the right thing.

But then, a couple of weeks ago,

Jessica came back
to the shelter.

And she was
wearing that same jacket.

Is Jessica at the shelter now?

No. I haven't
seen her since.

Do you know Jessica's last name?

A lot of women who come in
don't wanna be found

and give fake names.

She called herself
Jessica Smith.

If we brought in a sketch
artist, could you describe her?

Yes.

Anything I can do to help.

Rich, can you send in a sketch
artist to speak with Chelsea?

If she gives us
something solid to go on,

we might actually be able to
bring in the Sandstorm informant.

I know just the person
for the job.

Not Boston.

Why do you hate me?

Nick Pomeroy is in the wind.

Our agents couldn't find
him at Spelta or his house.

I've put a BOLO out and have
agents on his relatives.

What do we know about him?

36, has a doctorate
in microbiology.

Yeah, he applied
for a raise last year.

The company denied it.

I know he wasn't happy,

but I guess he was
angrier than I thought.

Probably had
a bee in his bonnet.

Nice, Kurt.
Solid bee pun.

Oh, boy.
All right,

so it looks like Nick's
credit score was so low

it was in the double digits.

Massive amounts of debt.

Collection agencies
are after him.

He found me once
in the bee lab after hours.

I thought he was gonna
rat me out to Bill, but...

he must have been working
on his TTX experiments.

He wouldn't have wanted
anyone to know he was there.

So Nick co-opted your research

and turned it into a deadly weapon
that would infect the food supply

and kill millions of people,

and we have no idea where he is.

If Nick and the bees
are missing,

it's a pretty good bet
they're together.

They're too dangerous
to hold onto for too long,

so why risk moving them?

Unless he's planning
on selling 'em.

We have to find Nick
and stop him

before these poisonous bees
exchange hands.

Wow, that is a crazy sentence.

The sale is on.

Transfer the down payment.

Be at the meet in ten.

Any update on Nick's
whereabouts?

He hasn't made a single
purchase or phone call,

and no one has seen him
since yesterday.

Yeah, what about the sale?
Anything on the dark web?

No. Although,
if Nick is selling these bees,

he probably already
knows the buyers.

Right, he could have
anyone lined up:

terrorists organizations,
hostile foreign governments.

Look, people, this is a weapon

that could wipe out
an entire population.

How do we know they aren't
already out in the world?

Well, 'cause they couldn't
survive in the cold.

If they got out,
they'd already be dead.

Oh, God, the poor bees.

Poor bees?
You mean, poor humans.

This killed 37 people
just as a proof of concept.

Do you know how many more
people would die

if this weapon
was used globally?

Humans can't survive
without bees.

Einstein once
said that without them,

humans would only have
four more years to live.

Ginny's right, much of the food
we eat depends on pollination,

and bees are already well on their
way to becoming an endangered species.

This would be very bad
PR for them.

Nick just received a wire
transfer of $40,000.

Oh, God. We're too late.

No, that kind of weapon
is worth way more than 40 grand.

That's a down payment.

Well, Rich and I will dig in
and see who's behind this.

Yes, there's nothing
we can't accomplish

if we put our heads together.
We're like two bees in a pod.

Now is not the time.
Here we go.

If I hear that noise
one more time.

We have tried every cipher
known between the FBI and MI6.

Whatever code Dominic's
using, it's new.

Without those messages,
we have nothing.

I sent the code
to my team at the FBI.

If anyone can crack it,
it's Patterson.

I thought we agreed no teams.

I came here for your help,
not the FBI's.

Maybe I was wrong
about you.

Or maybe we're
too close to this.

Wait, that's it.

We've been so focused
on decoding the "what"

that we missed the "where"
right in front of us.

If we bypass the coded messages

and look into the phone's encrypted
meta data, we get the serial numbers.

So we can figure out where the
phones were purchased and by whom.

Genius.

Dominic's phone is a dead end,

but I got a hit
on the other one.

It was purchased

at a convenience store
in Brooklyn.

It left their inventory
yesterday at 1 p.m.

Do we have security footage?

Uh...

That is our guy.

He knew not to
get caught on tape.

We keep hitting dead ends.

I will send the footage
over to my team.

- They will scan it...
- No! Are you mad?

You're the reason we're still
hunting Dominic and HCI Global.

Had I been the one
to stay undercover,

HCI Global would be
dust in the wind by now.

Look, I understand that
you are frustrated...

I am not the one
who failed the mission.

Why don't we just
take a breather

and regroup in the morning?

I'd rather figure it
out on my own.

Claudia!

Nick Pomeroy got his
money from Fortified Agriculture,

a front company
for Alverson Aerospace,

a defense contractor
that's also spent billions

developing 3D-printed
squid drones.

And now they're buying and
positioning the bees as a weapon.

That is very not good.

Well,
releasing bees into enemy territories

would be easier than
dropping a bomb.

Plus, the TTX-causing bacteria
is all over the bees' guts,

which means...
the stings are deadly, too.

They might be looking
to use CRISPR

to modify other creatures
into weapons.

More people could die.
This is all my fault.

- I'm so sorry.
- We need to stop this sale

and take down
Alverson Aerospace.

They would need a place
to keep the bees

and amass a larger population.

Bees are homebodies.
They don't travel well.

So, they'll likely do
the sale in the same place

Alverson plans
to mass produce them.

If they're planning
to propagate more bees,

they need tons of indoor space

and the energy to heat it,

plus, they'd require
a massive generator

to kick in for power outages.

- Okay, what else ya got?
- Um...

uh, ventilation.

Yes! The space would be
heavily modified.

Look for buildings
that have been retrofitted

with ventilation systems
to control smoke.

And they probably want it
to be pretty remote,

just to keep it hidden.

Yeah, that's...
that's good, too.

Okay, there are a dozen warehouses
in the New York vicinity that...

qualify all those
requirements,

and if we factor in recent
construction on the property,

we're down to three.

Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait.
Let me look at that.

As of two weeks ago,
a subsidiary

of Alverson Aerospace
purchased that warehouse.

All right,
we all know what to do.

Let's move.

Be safe!

Oh! "Bee" safe.

Kind of... kind of fell
backwards into that one.

I never meant for the melons
to get out into the world.

I just wanted to be sure
that the CRISPR worked.

Our boss had to make sure
you were legit.

We made a quick call
to the farm,

pretending to be you,
and told them to sell

- the crops you'd grown.
- You just killed dozens of people.

And you're about to be
a very rich man.

FBI!
Show us your hands!

Unh!

- Jane! No!
- Aah!

Don't let those bees
out of the truck!

It's too late for me!

I'm so sorry.

And that is why you
don't mess with the FBI.

- Hey, hey.
- Hey.

Where's... where's Bill?

Back at Spelta Labs.

Nick had stores
of infected bees there,

and they're looking into

taking out the TTX using CRISPR.

So, he's trying to cure
the infected bees?

That's pretty adorable.

He is the nicest guy
in the world.

Why didn't you go with him?

I... They don't need my help.

And plus, I have so much work
to do here anyway, so...

Hey... there's more
to life than work.

I'd kill to have
Bill Nye as my dad.

There's always
gonna be plenty of excuses

to not spend time with family,

but one day
they're not gonna be here,

and you're gonna wish
you had more chances.

Okay.
All right.

I'll go relieve Agent O'Neil.

Hey, O'Neil.
You can head back to the NYO.

I got this.

Hey.

Hi, kiddo. What are
you doing here?

I just wanted to see
if you needed any help.

Well, sad to say that we can't
get the toxin out of the bee.

Introducing RNA that
destroys the TTX bacteria...

also kills the host.

It breaks my heart,
but it looks like

we'll have to euthanize the bees
and start over with a new hive.

No! That's not
a solution. Y-You...

It can't just be out with
the old and in

with a newer, younger version.
These bees have a history,

and you can't just erase that
and then replace it

with a whole new fresh crop.

That's... No.
You gotta fix this.

Ginny, may I have a minute
alone with my daughter?

Sure.

This isn't about bees,
is it, kiddo?

I'm not replacing you
with Ginny.

Nothing can replace a child.

It's just that you have
your own important

and very busy life these days.

We're like, uh,
Neptune and Pluto.

We're in different orbits.

You're calling me
a dwarf planet?

Uh...

Dad, get behind me!

Please...

You lied to me.

Ugh, we're spies.
That's kind of our job.

You know that man on the
surveillance video, don't you?

Yeah, I had a few
run-ins with him

while I was working for Madeline.
Did I not mention that?

You didn't leave
because I was failing.

You went to go chase down
this lead.

You know as well as I do,

sometimes you have to
do things on your own

if you want to get them done.

Claudia, he is too dangerous.

Wait for my team.

- We can back you up.
- Goodbye, Tasha.

I'll look you up next time
I'm in New York.

You want to drop your piece,

so I don't have to
kill your friends?

Okay.

Nobody... nobody has to
get hurt here.

We'll see about that.

Kick it over here.

Go.

- What do you want from us?
- That guy Pomeroy told my boss

there were more killer bees
in this lab.

So, we're here to collect.
Where are they?

They're dangerous.

If you release those insects
into the world,

you'll kill millions of people.

You're gonna get us those bugs.

You're gonna get 'em
ready for transport,

or we're gonna kill him.

I don't know, man.
You know who this is?

I don't care if he's Mary,
Queen of Scots.

I count to five,
they aren't helping,

- you shoot 'em dead.
- Okay...

Let me take you to them,
and just

leave the two of them
out of this, okay?

And take away your motivation?

No way.
Let's go.

You too.

No.

Chaz, keep an eye
on the science guy.

Something doesn't feel right.
I'm all abuzz with anxiety.

Uh, what are you
trying to say, Rich?

The agent that Patterson
was supposed to relieve, O'Neil?

He hasn't come back. And neither
of them are picking up my calls.

What if Alverson Aerospace
didn't give up after that sale?

Not gonna take any chances.

You two take a team over to Spelta
Labs and make sure everything's fine.

We'll stay here and hold the
fort in case O'Neil gets back.

Go on, get 'em ready
for transport.

Okay, okay, okay.
We're gonna do it.

We just need a little space

to work, please?

We have a lot that
needs to be done.

You got five minutes,

then whichever one of you
I decide to keep

finishes the job alone.

Okay. Okay.

Move it!

All right, here we go.
We're gonna do this.

We're not really
doing this, are we?

No-no-no-no-no.
We're just gonna,

uh... pretend.
Look busy.

We just got to figure out
a way to stop them, okay?

Okay.

Oh, no. Okay.
It's okay.

Just stay calm, okay?

We're gonna be fine as long
as we keep our heads.

- They're gonna behead us?
- Oh, no-no-no-no-no.

Look at this.
I need you to stand here,

and I need you to type
the periodic table, okay?

I find that it centers me.

Okay.

I should have listened to Bill
when he told me not to modify bees.

Now we're gonna die
and it's all my fault.

I was just trying
to impress him.

He talks about you all the time.

I mean, you built a
supercomputer when you were nine.

Eh... How can I possibly
compare to you?

Hey...
you compare.

Your proposal to spread
vaccines through food,

that is brilliant.

You got three minutes, ladies!

Yeah.
Yeah. Okay.

Just gettin' there.

It's Agent O'Neil.

No pulse.
We got to get to Patterson.

And Bill.

Chaz...

You ever wonder what
the difference is

between a regular
western honey bee

and a killer bee?

I'd imagine, the killin' part.

That's right.
That's very good.

But what happened is,
bees from Africa were...

Bill! You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Where's Patterson and Ginny?

Oh! Oh, uh...

the mercenaries
took 'em down to Lab 7.

There were two guys
with them and, uh,

Pomeroy has two infected
hives down there.

They're in danger.

Now, look, this is
my daughter, okay?

I'm going down there with you.

What are you doing?

It's a reactant.

Once the filtration is off...

I don't need a science
lecture, just do it!

You got a minute
before one of you dies.

Okay, just...
just take it easy.

This is very, very,
very, very sensitive work.

Plus, it's crazy,
'cause I can't stop thinking

about Einstein's
theory of relativity

and how it applies
to synchronizing clocks.

You want to set two clocks
to exactly the same time,

you need photoreceptive cells

to attach to each clock,

because the speed of light,
"B," is...

You mean, the speed
of light, "C."

Time's up, ladies!

Okay.

Okay.
Yeah?

Keep spraying!

It'll keep them off of us!

Oh...

Ginny...

Hey, we need to figure out
how to get the bees

back in the hives, okay?

Um, leave it to me.
Okay.

- Okay, okay.
- All right. Slow.

Slow.Okay.

I'm releasing lemongrass
into the hives.

The smell mimics the queen's
scent and attracts them.

Now, smoke masks
the defensive pheromones

that triggers them to attack.

Okay...

Okay...

And now, we can close the hives.

Oh, my God. My God!

Oh, my God.

See? See how
impressive you are?

Plus, I was panicking
for a second

because I didn't think that
you were gonna get my code

to get the bees out of the hive.

I almost didn't, but then you said the
speed of light is "B," and I'm like,

"Come on, everybody knows
the speed of light is 'C.'"

That it's "C"!
Oh, yes!

Okay. Hey!

- Oh!
- Hey!

Oh, my God, Bill!

Oh, I'm so glad you're safe.Yeah.

- Both of you.
- Yep.

Are the bees contained?

- Yeah.
- All of 'em. Yeah.

I... I couldn't have
done this without Ginny.

Nice work.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Reade... look, I know I'm
not supposed to be working,

but when you get this
send backup to my location.

Claudia showed up.
We're on Dominic's trail.

And...

I tried to stop her
but I couldn't,

and now she's dead.

Coulda been me.

I've been on my own
for such a long time,

I forgot what it's like
to work with other people.

To be a team.

And I'm so tired.

- I'm sorry I didn't listen...
- No. No.

You don't have to
apologize, I do.

I haven't been there for you.

I know you have the team,
but you also have me.

I promise, I'll be
a better friend to you.

And you're not alone.

We're gonna catch
whoever killed Claudia.

Together.

You hear me?

Ecuadorian authorities brought in
the head of Alverson Aerospace.

- He's awaiting extradition.
- As for the company,

they won't be getting
their stingers

into anything sinister
anytime soon.

No.

Hey.
I'm so sorry about Claudia.

I'm really glad you're okay.

Can we do anything?

No. You guys are here.
That's... that's enough.

This might help.
I was able to decode

some of Dominic's messages
that Claudia gave you.

What'd it say?

All right, Barry says,

"Sent you the Helios plans.
Got the device you asked for."

And Dominic responded,

"I need it to be
ten times more powerful."

Well, that certainly
does sound terrifying.

All right, we need
to find this guy

and take him down before
he does any more damage.

Helios is Madeline's plan.

It was on her SD card.

Which means Dominic
is still working for her.

Zapata's right.

Madeline might be locked up,
but she is not done.

We stop Dominic, we end this.

I tell everybody the story

of when you shut down the power
to the whole neighborhood.

Why?
That is so embarrassing.

Oh, no.

I was so proud of you.

All the other kids were
sticking pennies up their noses,

and you were out there
changing the world.

Okay, Dad.

Oh, you don't get it right now,
but one day you'll understand,

when you have kids.

I mean, I am so proud
of you, kiddo.

All that you've accomplished.

I mean, what more do you want?

Maybe I should come over
this weekend

for some lasagna.

- Absolutely.
- 'Kay.

And, uh...
bring your boyfriend.

My what?

Okay, okay, if it's unofficial,

I get it.

But watching you and Rich
work together...

I mean, you two
have more chemistry

than... Pierre
and Marie Curie.

I am not dating Rich.

Clearly we need to spend
more time together.

You can stay
for as long as you like.

I won't stay long, I promise.

I'm gonna go look
at apartments tomorrow.

Okay, I can come with you
to... to help,

if you want.

Thanks.

If you're gonna stay here,
though, you gotta

figure out how to clean up
after your damn self.

Fine, as long as you get
a damn coffee maker.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

In the meantime, though,
I'm gonna make some tea.

- You want some?
- Sure.

We have chamomile,
chai, ginger...

You know what, I'm just...
just gonna make lemon.

You want some honey...
with your tea?

Cheers.

Hmm...

These last few months
have been...

They haven't been easy.

But I finally feel like things

are where they're
supposed to be.

I love getting to know
everything about you.

Your past, your present...

your future.

I love it.

- No, no...
- Well, who's...?

- No...
- Hold that thought.

I am holding that thought.

Am I interrupting something?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Oh, really, do you need
someone to film it?

No.
No.

Okay, well,
the offer's on the table.

Rich, what are you doing here?

Oh, I thought you'd wanna
see the sketch

of the Sandstorm informant
the moment it was completed.

Look, whoever this is gave
Shepherd vital information.

We don't know what
this could kick off.

There could be sleeper cells
about to activate.

Whatever or whoever that is...

- we'll deal with it.
- Yeah.

There's not much
Shepherd can do to...

surprise me anymore.

What?

Kurt, isn't... isn't this...?

Isn't this what?

What? Who is that?

That is my mother.

Greg, move your head.