04x05 - Naughty Monkey Kicks at Tree
Posted: 10/29/20 05:50
Let her go!
This is not how I pictured seeing you again.
Yeah? Maybe you don't know me as well as you thought. Now drop it.
Or what?
You're gonna sh**t me?
If I have to.
Or you can drop the g*n, and we can have a conversation.
Well, that was fun.
What do you want?
Just your access to the FBI servers.
That's not gonna happen.
Oh, it'll happen.
It's just a matter of how.
Now, which should we use first
Here.
Blueprints to all the CIA's domestic black sites.
Shepherd could be in any one of the five sites on the Eastern seaboard.
We still need to find which one.
I mean, easy enough to say, but--
This is what I'm paying you for.
I'll work my connections, too.
What? Someone from the U.S. Marshals looked into me, Allison Knight.
You know her?
Allie Knight, U.S. Marshals.
Clearly you do.
Your friend has a photo of me from the night we met in Dumbo.
Weller must've tailed me.
I'd be more than happy to take care of him.
It'll look like an accident.
No, no, I still need him alive.
I can get him under control.
All right.
Now, this can be very easy or very, very difficult.
Look, you want to talk, let's talk.
Whatever's going on with you, whatever happened, we can figure this out.
She's not on your side anymore.
Now, what's the password?
All right. All right!
E...
...A-T...
S-H.
Is this funny to you?
No, it isn't.
But this isn't you. We both know that.
But I can't help you unless you--
What are you doing?
We want the same thing.
I just wanted the smart way.
The hell's that supposed to mean?
You had a scalding hot fork inches from his face.
If he'd screamed, we'd be dealing with neighbors and cops right now. Please.
I was going to gag him before we got to the good part.
In and out, that's the plan.
What, you're gonna hack it yourself now?
No, I'm buying us time.
I'll break him when he comes to.
One of us will.
Good morning.
Whoa, you're here early.
It's like you have Jane-related ESP or something.
I literally just learned about this.
You learned about what?
Did you find a treatment?
Please... don't get your hopes up.
There's an experimental stem-cell therapy.
It's still in trials and not everybody is eligible.
Okay, so we make Jane eligible.
This isn't like a wait-list thing, Kurt.
Jane has to be a match, and the test for compatibility is like a spinal tap... only a lot more painful.
That is what you came here to talk about, right?
Yeah. Also...
I need you to look into this woman for me.
Her name is Violet Park.
What's this for?
It's for Allie. It's a favor.
Okay, I'll see what I can do.
And can we keep this between... ourselves?
Allie doesn't know that I'm looking into it for her.
Thank you.
Is there anything else going on here that I should know about?
No.
At least, I hope not.
Wow... your hair.
I did it myself.
Just feels more like me.
Do you like it?
I love it.
And I love that, but we should keep it professional, Agent Doe.
I didn't miss a team meeting, did I?
No, uh, I was just talking to Patterson.
There's a procedure.
It's a long shot, but it might be a possible cure to your condition.
What?
But we have to see if you're a match first.
From what I gather, the test... is not gonna feel very good.
You and I can just run.
No, I can't.
I have no choice but to keep working with these people until we recover the rest of your data caches and find the cure.
I'll do it.
Look, I'll do anything if it might give us more time together.
We got a hit on Jane's scythe tattoo.
We're not waiting for Reade?
Edgar will not be joining us today.
He's out sick. He e-mailed.
What, you're gonna hack it yourself?
No, I'm buying us time.
Catching up on Netflix. Mm, excuse me.
You were saying? Uh, yes, so on your left calf is an outline of a scythe.
A Grim Reaper, which is fitting because it happens to be the nom de plume of a very prolific assassin.
We've been chasing "The Scythe" for years.
He's k*lled on six continents.
And we've never been able to I.D. him until today.
Roman added a cluster of dots imbedded in the tattoo.
We could never figure out their significance.
Until this handsome fellow landed at JFK this morning.
Meet Luther VanLax.
Make that swipe right on that, am I right?
Yes, Daddy. You don't get it.
His facial rec pattern is an exact match for the dots on Jane's leg.
So Roman was telling us that Luther VanLax is "The Scythe."
In other words, we just found a ghost.
Briefly. Unfortunately, by the time my database confirmed the match, Luther was already MIA again.
If this guy has k*lled internationally, we should bring in Keaton on this.
Shepherd could be in any one of the five sites.
We need to find which one.
I'll work my connections, too.
The CIA could have intel we don't.
Great. Let's bring in Mr. Fun.
Think he'll wear khaki?
Brilliant plan, Tasha.
Your little friend's still out.
Do you know how much time you've just cost us?
I will call the boss and explain what happened.
No. You should've just let me t*rture him.
It wouldn't have worked. Reade is too strong for that.
We need to use what's important to him.
Suddenly you're the interrogation expert?
I'm ex-CIA. It's kind of our thing.
And I know him better than you.
Which is why you should stand down.
You are way too close to this for my comfort.
Yeah?
We had a little hiccup.
No, I--
We can still get it, we just--
I understand completely.
We have two hours. Or what?
Or JB goes ahead without us.
And you don't want that, trust me.
Nap time's over.
What are you gonna do?
Wake him the hell up.
The Scythe's been on the CIA's radar since he k*lled three of our operatives in Saudi Arabia in '08.
Any theories on his MO?
After the Saudi murders, a U.S. oil deal fell through.
So we've always figured he works for the Russians.
That totally tracks.
A "scythe" is another word for a sickle.
His name is a shout-out to the USSR.
And speaking of names, The Scythe has many.
Here's a list of his aliases we've compiled over the years.
Okay, so we'll scan every database in the tri-state area, see if we can find anything that hits.
Oh!
She is that good, ladies and gentlemen!
What'd you find? One Luther Dolov just checked into a lecture at Clovis Labs.
Clovis Labs dabbles in everything from alt energy research to weapons R&D.
He could be there to carry out another hit.
Let's move.
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Excuse me, Doctor.
FBI! Stop!
Keep your hands where I can see them.
Get on the ground.
You're insane.
Who would choose to program in PHP?
It's like training with weights on-- once you take 'em off, you're like Superman.
Jane, hold him! Hold him!
You!
What are you doing here?
You know this guy?
No, I've never met him before in my life.
You're the reason I do what I do.
Okay, um... maybe he has my name tattooed on his back?
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I don't want to hurt you again.
You got a weird way of showing it.
As bad as you think I am, she's worse.
Do us a favor and just give us the password.
You swore an oath.
You were supposed to protect people.
Yeah... but who was protecting me?
My "sacred oath" clearly meant nothing to the CIA, to my country.
Is that what this is?
You're bitter because you got burnt?
No, I'm thankful.
It was a wake-up call.
A reminder to look out for myself.
Everybody else does.
No, not everyone.
I must've hit you real hard.
Seems like you forgot some things.
Letting a dying man bleed out in front of you?
You know damn well that was different.
How about hiding your little drug habit?
Who was that protecting?
You think you're immune?
I went from the NYPD to the FBI to the CIA, and you know the only thing that stayed the same?
Corruption. People serving and protecting themselves.
And you are no different.
I don't fault you for it.
You wanted that Assistant Director job.
And you took it.
Well, now I'm taking what's mine.
What happened to you?
Why are you working for Madeline?
The real reason.
I don't know who that is.
So I'm gonna ask you one more time, and then I can't help you anymore.
What... is... the password?
So who do you work for?
The Russians?
Did they order you to k*ll Dr. Miller?
I didn't commit any crimes. Hm.
First-degree m*rder, it's a pretty serious crime.
What about your crimes?
Being part of a machine that allows corporations to profit while strangling the land to death?
That's why you k*lled her?
For environmental reasons?
New York is a scourge.
Eight million parasites always eating, consuming, throwing away.
No one thinking about what it really costs.
But today the feeding frenzy ends.
Today the parasites burn.
What does that mean, Luther?
How do you know Rich DotCom?
Who?
The man you saw outside of the elevator.
Why?
What have you done to him?
The man I know would never work for the FBI.
He's so protective. It's really endearing.
And alarming.
It's just one of the pitfalls of celebrity, I guess.
Oh, my God, are you sure you don't recognize this guy?
You think I know this whack That man is the seed from which we are all sewn.
He is the nourishing soil, he is the sustaining dew, he is everything.
Okay, that sounded familiar.
So fun fact about me--
I haven't always been the great guy that you know and love today.
And one of my earlier entrepreneurial endeavors appears to have created some unfortunate ripple effects.
What was the scam, Rich?
I managed to convince a handful of people who care very deeply about the planet to pay me to offset their carbon emissions.
So you preyed on environmentalists?
Only the gullible ones.
I created a website where people could go to offset their carbon footprint if they ever bought an "un-eco-friendly" item like a TV or a cell phone or, God forbid, a plane ticket.
And they would just pay me a nominal fee.
And what did you tell them that you were using the money for?
You know, planting trees, cleaning the ocean, fighting deforestation.
Really important, necessary work.
Which you weren't actually doing.
Oh, no, I did not do it at all.
But I did create a pretty kick-ass website.
That's your website?
I thought you were a computer genius?
I remember it being cooler than this.
But in my defense, I was drinking a lot of bathtub gin in those days.
"Jackson Fernwood."
Explains how Luther recognized him.
You wrote a manifesto?
Yes. And that's what Luther was quoting?
"Nature, the gentlest mother, impatient of no child, the feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild."
Emily Dickinson?
Oh, I have no idea. It's Dickinson.
Okay, Harvard, jeez.
Yeah. Wow.
I got tired of writing all this stuff, so I wrote a program to write it for me.
Basically it's an algorithm that scours the Internet for anything remotely ecological, whips it up, spits it out as propaganda.
You wrote an artificial intelligence plagiarism bot.
Yes, I did, and then I got bored with it and moved on.
Well, apparently it's still spitting.
And someone has co-opted this site to inspire t*rror1st att*cks.
This just doesn't stop at Luther.
He said something today about, "The New York parasites will burn."
Something else is coming.
Okay, we'll I.D. anyone who frequented Rich's site, or bought carbon offsets.
Jane, we should get going if we're gonna make your appointment.
I want to stay and help.
Jane, it's fine. That's important.
This research is gonna take us a while.
Okay.
You sure you're up for this?
If there's even a 1% chance this could save me, I gotta try.
But yeah, I'm scared.
Don't be.
You're the strongest person I know.
You will beat this.
What if I can't?
Hi there.
Okay. Now, I believe you were made aware you won't be given any anesthesia for this procedure.
It interferes with the accuracy of the examination.
Yeah, I'm aware.
I'll be inserting a needle into your spinal column to obtain some fluid.
I'll need you to stay very still.
You'll feel a burning sensation and pressure on your vertebrae.
And for 24-hours after...
Headaches, nausea, fatigue.
They told me.
Hey.
Don't look at them. Look at me.
I'm gonna be here the whole time.
I'm not gonna ask you again, Reade.
You said that already.
All right, my turn.
Don't be stupid.
She will t*rture you.
She doesn't care about you.
She doesn't care about me.
She just wants the password.
Was any of it real for you?
It was real for me.
Was this entire thing a lie?
Did you ever love me?
Yeah.
I've always loved you.
Does that make it better?
Would you rather that I didn't?
That I'd never let anyone get close, and you're no different?
Whatever gets us the password and out the door, that's the answer.
Actually, I think this is.
What the hell are you doing?
You said to use what's important to him.
You seem pretty important.
If you don't want your girlfriend's brains on you, you'll give me that code.
Hey, so while you were gone, we I.D.'d everyone who bought into Rich's eco scam.
And this is Daniel Katzovich.
Katzovich was a client of yours?
He was not a bad dude at the time.
Who is this guy?
He's the head of ELM, the Eco Liberation Movement.
They bombed Providence Paper Mill, k*lling 40 union workers, torched Polivy Heating Oil, another 12 dead.
All their att*cks have one aim-- destroy those who destroy the Earth.
How is Daniel still at large if he's responsible for att*cks like these?
Nothing ties to him directly.
You didn't just inspire one guy, Rich.
You inspired an entire t*rror1st group.
No, my algorithm did.
My algorithm inspired a t*rror1st group.
That doesn't sound any better, I'm sorry.
Daniel must have taken Rich's manifesto and used it as the foundational doctrine for ELM.
He always seemed a little too into it, you know?
He was one of the only clients I actually met with in person.
He bought so many credits, I took him out to this vegan restaurant.
Not important. Fair enough.
What is it?
After Luther k*lled Dr. Miller...
Oh, excuse me.
...I wrote a program to sort through her e-mails, hoping to ascertain motive.
Dr. Miller was a member of ELM.
Why would Luther k*ll one of his own?
Looks like she wanted out.
Why? Another attack or... ?
She was stockpiling white phosphorous.
White phosphorus starts fires which can't be put out.
It's so deadly it's banned in w*r.
She was hoarding the stuff for months, but two weeks ago ELM seized her stash.
So Luther was the clean-up guy.
Made sure she didn't talk.
"New York is a scourge..."
"Today the parasites burn..."
ELM is going to deploy that white phosphorous somewhere in New York.
Today.
I'm gonna count down from five.
Five... four... Reade, please.
Oh, what, I'm supposed to save you now?
I don't even know you.
Three... She's serious.
Two... All right, stop!
Okay, don't k*ll her. I'll give you what you want.
I stand corrected.
You were useful after all.
Katzovich has a multi-acre compound in Long Island.
So we storm the place.
We'll bring him in for questioning.
No, I mean, if the white phosphorus isn't at the compound, then a raid could trigger an attack.
So you got a better idea?
Well, I'm apparently still beloved to these folks.
What if I was your ticket inside?
What? That's not the worst idea.
Okay then, we're going undercover.
I'll stay in the truck with Keaton.
Bring me to my people.
I told you not to disturb me.
Jackson Fernwood is here.
Hmm.
Jackson, I can't believe it.
It's been... Years.
My goodness, you look good.
Come to me, Dan-Dan.
And you are? Um...
This is Wendell.
Wendell, his assistant.
Well, more of a servant, really.
But who among us is not a servant to Mother Gaia?
Don't push it, Rich.
So you've continued your environmental work?
We haven't heard from you in quite some...
Continued?
No, my dear.
I've increased it.
When you disappeared, we reached out, but... we never heard back.
Say you got rid of your phone.
I had to abandon my "Smartphone."
I don't need Instagram telling me where to find my free-trade coffee.
And your e Yes, and snail mail.
Don't get me started on the USPS and the rampant waste of paper.
Easy.
We assumed you'd lost devotion to the cause.
No, no.
Opposite, opposite.
Time to prove your bona fides. Tell them you're--
I've been on the offense, making some big moves.
Like? Fires.
You're gonna have to be more specific.
Starting fires.
All right, site the Northern California fires that burned down the tract homes.
They never figured out how it got started.
For example, the ones in NorCal.
We were responsible for that one.
Why come back now if you're doing so well without us?
Well, humbly I've returned to help.
Kurt, pad his ego. He's a narcissist.
And to learn.
Jackson hasn't stopped talking about you, Daniel, and... what we've done is-- is nothing compared to what you've achieved with ELM.
I wouldn't say "nothing," Wendell.
I would.
This compound is legendary, all thanks to you.
Well...
Let me show you around.
We have 18 acres of organic gardens, water purification system.
And an absolutely breathtaking view.
Although I'm not really a beach person myself, I find once the sand gets in your swim--
The ocean's location is strictly strategic.
Between operating our own wind farm and the state-of-the-art solar panels, we make 100% of our energy.
My truck even runs on vegetable oil.
So it's a completely independent commune.
In every sense of the word, yes.
That doesn't look very communal.
Okay, I'll buy you some time.
Daniel, I'd love to meet your members of your movement, if that's possible.
Jackson Fernwood, you're heard of me, of course.
Hello, hello.
How you feeling?
Hanging in.
Been wanting to ask you something.
Yeah.
I know it's crazy, but...
I want to see Shepherd.
One last time.
Why?
After what she's done to you?
I want to interrogate her.
See if she knows anything about a cure.
You think we haven't done that?
Come on, you think I want you dead?
You and I have come a long way, Jane.
I haven't done it.
She might admit something to me that...
She doesn't know anything.
I have other reasons for wanting to see Shepherd.
I'm dying.
Do you understand that?
I don't know how much time I have.
And you want to spend it with a monster?
I need to see her.
Look, I'm sorry, Jane, but the CIA doesn't use black sites to host family reunions, okay?
So the answer's no. No?
I know all about what you do there.
I know what it feels like to not see the sun for months, to feel like you're losing your mind.
Now, my memory might be shot, but I remember everything you did to me.
And you don't think you owe me one?
And this is the favor you want to call in?
I'll take you up tomorrow.
Shepherd could be in any one of the five sites on the Eastern seaboard.
How far is the drive?
I, um, I have more doctor's appointments in the city.
We'll be back by the afternoon.
There's a locked garage. I'm heading to it now.
Be ready to move in.
I'm in... but I don't have a lot of time.
Do you have eyes on the white phosphorous?
No, got my eyes on a lot of empty boxes.
Hang on.
And some sort of EMP device.
I'll send you a photo now.
Got 'em.
Could be for disabling communication at the bombing target to prevent calls to first responders.
I got three barrels here.
They do have some sort of white residue on them.
That would be the white phosphorus.
Be careful. It's highly reactive.
Their stockpile was here.
These boxes have labels on them.
For drones.
Empty drone boxes and empty barrels of white phosphorus.
They're planning an air strike.
So this was the assembly point.
And we can't just evacuate one building.
No, the whole city will be under attack.
I'm sorry, I heard "air raid"?
The white phosphorous isn't there anymore.
It looks like it's being prepped for aerial distribution.
Okay, we need to get the hell outta here right now.
Actually, you need to find the launch site.
Rich, have you seen any maps or plans--
You don't think I would have mentioned that already?!
Can you get on Daniel's phone?
Oh, yeah, I'll just tell 'em I need to call my friends at the FBI!
Rich, calm.
Okay, okay, you know what, I can do that.
He's been on his phone a lot today.
He's probably been communicating with whoever's overseeing the launch. Yeah.
Weller, I'm sending you an upload link now.
Once Rich has the phone, swap the SIMs and import the data. Got it.
"Once Rich has the phone," like that's the easy part!
Download's almost finished.
You're in way over your head, aren't you?
Let's look at the people you run with.
You worked with Blake because she was easy to control, but Madeline's a different story, isn't she?
Not your job to worry about me anymore.
I'm not worried about you because it's my job.
It's written all over your face.
Madeline is vicious and erratic, and you're afraid.
I told you...
I don't work for Madeline.
You might have gotten what you wanted this time, but what happens the next, when you can't deliver?
You think she's gonna have your back?
It's not too late, you can come in, I'll cut you a deal.
But you gotta do it now.
You go any further across this line, then I can't help you, Tasha.
Thank you for your cooperation, and your insight into my coworker.
I wonder what our boss would think about your generous offer.
How can I know that you won't rat us out to save yourself?
Because he's lying.
Even if you wanted help, if I step one foot in the FBI, there's a good chance I'll never see sunlight again.
Isn't that right, Assistant Director?
Smart girl.
Good-bye, Reade.
Daniel, I must ask, I've been staring at it all day.
Where did you get this shirt?
Get it?
We don't buy what we don't have to.
Ah, yes.
The wasteful practices of the textiles industry.
It's really the shipping companies who do the most damage. We made this.
Of course you did.
We have an onsite loom.
Onsite, really? May I touch?
It's just got such an inviting sort of feel to it.
It's silk or a kind of cotton?
You think I don't know what you're doing?
You had a reputation for seducing followers.
But I'm not a follower anymore, and I'm not interested.
Understood.
Sorry to interrupt, sir.
Daniel, where's your bathroom?
Down the hall, door on the left.
Okay, thank you.
If it's yellow, let it mellow.
I've got his SIM card.
I'm transferring it to my phone now.
Put it on "do not disturb" and start the upload.
It'll take about six minutes.
So, about this loom...
Excuse me.
Landline... it's pretty old-school.
What, is he gonna listen to a Walkman next?
Remember those?
What do you mean, you just called?
When?
Daniel's a little on edge.
Understood. I'm gonna go check on Wendell.
My phone's missing. Where's Jackson?
He just stepped out.
And his friend? I don't know.
That was the bombing team.
They've been trying to call.
Find them now!
And activate the EMP.
If they're cops, we can't let them get word out.
Okay, bail out, bail out, we're burned!
Rich?
Rich?
Rich! You copy?
Hey!
Stop!
Are you okay?
Yeah. Thank you.
Comms are fried, they must have used the EMP.
Where's Rich?
I told you I didn't trust the timing of him showing up again.
The feds must have gotten to him.
If I ever see Jackson again, he's a dead man.
Guys...
I'm with Daniel in the truck, can you tail us?
Guys?
Guys?
We had the building secured, but Daniel made his own exit.
How the hell did that happen?
Through an unmarked easement in the back woods.
Rich is gone, too.
What?
I got something off Daniel's phone.
Yeah, hang on, I'm putting you on speaker.
The EMP blast prematurely terminated the upload, but I was able to retrieve his last incoming texts.
What do they say? A bunch of scary stuff, but more importantly, they originated in Brooklyn, Greenpoint, to be exact.
Okay, Patterson, Greenpoint is three square miles.
I'm working on getting you a more precise location.
We're heading there now.
Send us the exact coordinates when you get them.
Let's move.
Get them in the air now, let's go.
Whoa.
I'm a nimble gazelle. I'm a nimble gazelle.
Okay.
Roadside Service Center.
What's your emergency?
Yes, hi, I'm trying to thwart a domestic terror plot.
Could you please connect me with the New York branch of the FBI?
Just tell 'em it's Rich, they'll know who that is.
Sir, prank calling an emergency operator is a serious offense.
No, no, no, I'm-- seriously, I'm with the FBI.
Seriously, this is illegal. I'm hanging up.
Wait, wait, wait. Hold on, please.
What if you're wrong, huh?
Think about that just for a second.
I mean, you know, the call is being recorded, I assume, and I don't wanna put this on you, but...
Hello?
Okay.
How much longer? Two minutes, tops.
Stop what you're doing right now!
What the hell are you doing?
I'm saving the planet.
No, we're saving the planet.
Daniel, I have the conch now.
It's my time to talk.
I built something beautiful, peaceful.
A true collective, united by our shared love of Mother Earth.
You really think setting Manhattan on fire is gonna be good for the environment?
I mean, it's mostly garbage, right?
Exactly. No, I mean literal garbage.
Like litter, rubbish, trash, et cetera.
And setting it on fire's not gonna be good for the ozone layer, am I right?
Do you know how many over-consumers populate Manhattan?
I wanna say eight million, give or take?
Fires are a natural part of a forest's life cycle.
From the ashes of Manhattan, a new, natural city will grow.
I don't see how that's possible.
Take him out!
Everyone out! Everyone out!
Cover me! Go, go, go, go! Go!
Jane! Come to us, now!
Jane!
My back spasmed!
I got her.
Oh... you are kidding me.
Move it!
Kurt...
Jane...
Stay with him.
Come on, Keaton. Hang on.
I got the controls.
You're dealing with WY802 drones, you're gonna need to toggle...
It's a remote control, Patterson, I got it.
Right, yes. Super user-friendly.
Ah, no!
Freeze.
You got the right to remain silent.
And the right to apologize for turning a perfectly good online scam into a t*rror1st organization.
You like the Earth so much, why don't you get down on the ground and kiss it?
Smoochie-smoochie.
Come on, you've seen "Cops," you know how this goes.
Come on, Keaton. Stay with me.
Hey... you're gonna call my wife and kid, okay?
No, you're gonna call them yourself.
Keaton?
No... no...
I've been calling you guys.
Zapata's in Manhattan, we need to find her.
What do you mean?
What happened to your eye?
I just spend the entire day with her tied to a chair.
Like an S&M thing, or... ?
She broke into my home!
I'm getting sick and tired of Keaton telling us he's gonna handle it.
He damn well better share some intel with us, and we're gonna find her, now.
What?! What is it?
Keaton was shot today in the field.
He's in a medically-induced coma.
They're not sure he's gonna make it out.
All right.
Patterson, send out a nationwide FBI alert with a focus on the tri-state, and send forensics over to my place. She wasn't alone.
I'm gonna need the two of you to do a digital analysis on the servers.
I think she just accessed them.
But those are unhackable. I know, I...
I let her on. I didn't have a choice.
Okay.
We'll figure out what she took or gave us.
Jane...
I'm so sorry, but you're not a match for this treatment.
Are you sure there's no... ?
Unfortunately, the results were conclusive.
Your body would reject this form of stem-cell therapy.
I'm truly sorry, I wish there was something we could do to help you.
I'm so sorry.
We're going to find a cure.
Roman did it.
Okay.
So, uh...
That's it.
I'm-- I'm gonna die.
Don't say that. Why?
Right now there isn't a cure for me.
Jane... And I thought that this might actually work, that I'd have a real shot at beating this.
You do. We're not finished yet.
There were so many things I wanted to do, things that I needed--
You will.
We will.
We're going to figure this out.
And what if we don't?
What if we can't?
Come here.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Stop looking into Violet.
Okay, but I--
I shouldn't have second-guessed Allie.
She's got a lot on her plate, and she doesn't need me being paranoid.
Look, I don't know what's going on between you two.
But I already looked into Violet.
And she is... no Girl Scout.
Violet's aliases have aliases.
She's the queen of the black market.
She can get you anything from... surface-to-air missiles to dr*gs to human organs.
Anything for the right price.
Are you okay?
I mean, I know Allie missed it, but she should be happy you found this for her, right?
Yeah.
Hey.
Uh... arnica gel.
It'll help with the bruising.
You should go home.
I'm not leaving here until I find her.
I'm not sure that's real.
She couldn't have just disappeared again!
Ugh...
I have teams combing the city, every port, every airfield.
I just need to stop her before she hurts anyone else.
My contact at the CIA says it's a day trip.
Shepherd has to be at the Rowayton black site.
I'll start prepping the breakout.
What took you so long?
There was a delay getting onto Reade's computer, but we got what we needed.
Better late than never, I suppose.
There's something else you should see.
It's in the trunk.
What was that all about?
She was MI-6, an undercover agent in your inner circle.
I did some digging.
It's all there.
Official dossier from the UK.
I was advised there might be a mole.
I was worried it might be you.
When this is over, your loyalty won't be forgotten.
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This is not how I pictured seeing you again.
Yeah? Maybe you don't know me as well as you thought. Now drop it.
Or what?
You're gonna sh**t me?
If I have to.
Or you can drop the g*n, and we can have a conversation.
Well, that was fun.
What do you want?
Just your access to the FBI servers.
That's not gonna happen.
Oh, it'll happen.
It's just a matter of how.
Now, which should we use first
Here.
Blueprints to all the CIA's domestic black sites.
Shepherd could be in any one of the five sites on the Eastern seaboard.
We still need to find which one.
I mean, easy enough to say, but--
This is what I'm paying you for.
I'll work my connections, too.
What? Someone from the U.S. Marshals looked into me, Allison Knight.
You know her?
Allie Knight, U.S. Marshals.
Clearly you do.
Your friend has a photo of me from the night we met in Dumbo.
Weller must've tailed me.
I'd be more than happy to take care of him.
It'll look like an accident.
No, no, I still need him alive.
I can get him under control.
All right.
Now, this can be very easy or very, very difficult.
Look, you want to talk, let's talk.
Whatever's going on with you, whatever happened, we can figure this out.
She's not on your side anymore.
Now, what's the password?
All right. All right!
E...
...A-T...
S-H.
Is this funny to you?
No, it isn't.
But this isn't you. We both know that.
But I can't help you unless you--
What are you doing?
We want the same thing.
I just wanted the smart way.
The hell's that supposed to mean?
You had a scalding hot fork inches from his face.
If he'd screamed, we'd be dealing with neighbors and cops right now. Please.
I was going to gag him before we got to the good part.
In and out, that's the plan.
What, you're gonna hack it yourself now?
No, I'm buying us time.
I'll break him when he comes to.
One of us will.
Good morning.
Whoa, you're here early.
It's like you have Jane-related ESP or something.
I literally just learned about this.
You learned about what?
Did you find a treatment?
Please... don't get your hopes up.
There's an experimental stem-cell therapy.
It's still in trials and not everybody is eligible.
Okay, so we make Jane eligible.
This isn't like a wait-list thing, Kurt.
Jane has to be a match, and the test for compatibility is like a spinal tap... only a lot more painful.
That is what you came here to talk about, right?
Yeah. Also...
I need you to look into this woman for me.
Her name is Violet Park.
What's this for?
It's for Allie. It's a favor.
Okay, I'll see what I can do.
And can we keep this between... ourselves?
Allie doesn't know that I'm looking into it for her.
Thank you.
Is there anything else going on here that I should know about?
No.
At least, I hope not.
Wow... your hair.
I did it myself.
Just feels more like me.
Do you like it?
I love it.
And I love that, but we should keep it professional, Agent Doe.
I didn't miss a team meeting, did I?
No, uh, I was just talking to Patterson.
There's a procedure.
It's a long shot, but it might be a possible cure to your condition.
What?
But we have to see if you're a match first.
From what I gather, the test... is not gonna feel very good.
You and I can just run.
No, I can't.
I have no choice but to keep working with these people until we recover the rest of your data caches and find the cure.
I'll do it.
Look, I'll do anything if it might give us more time together.
We got a hit on Jane's scythe tattoo.
We're not waiting for Reade?
Edgar will not be joining us today.
He's out sick. He e-mailed.
What, you're gonna hack it yourself?
No, I'm buying us time.
Catching up on Netflix. Mm, excuse me.
You were saying? Uh, yes, so on your left calf is an outline of a scythe.
A Grim Reaper, which is fitting because it happens to be the nom de plume of a very prolific assassin.
We've been chasing "The Scythe" for years.
He's k*lled on six continents.
And we've never been able to I.D. him until today.
Roman added a cluster of dots imbedded in the tattoo.
We could never figure out their significance.
Until this handsome fellow landed at JFK this morning.
Meet Luther VanLax.
Make that swipe right on that, am I right?
Yes, Daddy. You don't get it.
His facial rec pattern is an exact match for the dots on Jane's leg.
So Roman was telling us that Luther VanLax is "The Scythe."
In other words, we just found a ghost.
Briefly. Unfortunately, by the time my database confirmed the match, Luther was already MIA again.
If this guy has k*lled internationally, we should bring in Keaton on this.
Shepherd could be in any one of the five sites.
We need to find which one.
I'll work my connections, too.
The CIA could have intel we don't.
Great. Let's bring in Mr. Fun.
Think he'll wear khaki?
Brilliant plan, Tasha.
Your little friend's still out.
Do you know how much time you've just cost us?
I will call the boss and explain what happened.
No. You should've just let me t*rture him.
It wouldn't have worked. Reade is too strong for that.
We need to use what's important to him.
Suddenly you're the interrogation expert?
I'm ex-CIA. It's kind of our thing.
And I know him better than you.
Which is why you should stand down.
You are way too close to this for my comfort.
Yeah?
We had a little hiccup.
No, I--
We can still get it, we just--
I understand completely.
We have two hours. Or what?
Or JB goes ahead without us.
And you don't want that, trust me.
Nap time's over.
What are you gonna do?
Wake him the hell up.
The Scythe's been on the CIA's radar since he k*lled three of our operatives in Saudi Arabia in '08.
Any theories on his MO?
After the Saudi murders, a U.S. oil deal fell through.
So we've always figured he works for the Russians.
That totally tracks.
A "scythe" is another word for a sickle.
His name is a shout-out to the USSR.
And speaking of names, The Scythe has many.
Here's a list of his aliases we've compiled over the years.
Okay, so we'll scan every database in the tri-state area, see if we can find anything that hits.
Oh!
She is that good, ladies and gentlemen!
What'd you find? One Luther Dolov just checked into a lecture at Clovis Labs.
Clovis Labs dabbles in everything from alt energy research to weapons R&D.
He could be there to carry out another hit.
Let's move.
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Excuse me, Doctor.
FBI! Stop!
Keep your hands where I can see them.
Get on the ground.
You're insane.
Who would choose to program in PHP?
It's like training with weights on-- once you take 'em off, you're like Superman.
Jane, hold him! Hold him!
You!
What are you doing here?
You know this guy?
No, I've never met him before in my life.
You're the reason I do what I do.
Okay, um... maybe he has my name tattooed on his back?
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I don't want to hurt you again.
You got a weird way of showing it.
As bad as you think I am, she's worse.
Do us a favor and just give us the password.
You swore an oath.
You were supposed to protect people.
Yeah... but who was protecting me?
My "sacred oath" clearly meant nothing to the CIA, to my country.
Is that what this is?
You're bitter because you got burnt?
No, I'm thankful.
It was a wake-up call.
A reminder to look out for myself.
Everybody else does.
No, not everyone.
I must've hit you real hard.
Seems like you forgot some things.
Letting a dying man bleed out in front of you?
You know damn well that was different.
How about hiding your little drug habit?
Who was that protecting?
You think you're immune?
I went from the NYPD to the FBI to the CIA, and you know the only thing that stayed the same?
Corruption. People serving and protecting themselves.
And you are no different.
I don't fault you for it.
You wanted that Assistant Director job.
And you took it.
Well, now I'm taking what's mine.
What happened to you?
Why are you working for Madeline?
The real reason.
I don't know who that is.
So I'm gonna ask you one more time, and then I can't help you anymore.
What... is... the password?
So who do you work for?
The Russians?
Did they order you to k*ll Dr. Miller?
I didn't commit any crimes. Hm.
First-degree m*rder, it's a pretty serious crime.
What about your crimes?
Being part of a machine that allows corporations to profit while strangling the land to death?
That's why you k*lled her?
For environmental reasons?
New York is a scourge.
Eight million parasites always eating, consuming, throwing away.
No one thinking about what it really costs.
But today the feeding frenzy ends.
Today the parasites burn.
What does that mean, Luther?
How do you know Rich DotCom?
Who?
The man you saw outside of the elevator.
Why?
What have you done to him?
The man I know would never work for the FBI.
He's so protective. It's really endearing.
And alarming.
It's just one of the pitfalls of celebrity, I guess.
Oh, my God, are you sure you don't recognize this guy?
You think I know this whack That man is the seed from which we are all sewn.
He is the nourishing soil, he is the sustaining dew, he is everything.
Okay, that sounded familiar.
So fun fact about me--
I haven't always been the great guy that you know and love today.
And one of my earlier entrepreneurial endeavors appears to have created some unfortunate ripple effects.
What was the scam, Rich?
I managed to convince a handful of people who care very deeply about the planet to pay me to offset their carbon emissions.
So you preyed on environmentalists?
Only the gullible ones.
I created a website where people could go to offset their carbon footprint if they ever bought an "un-eco-friendly" item like a TV or a cell phone or, God forbid, a plane ticket.
And they would just pay me a nominal fee.
And what did you tell them that you were using the money for?
You know, planting trees, cleaning the ocean, fighting deforestation.
Really important, necessary work.
Which you weren't actually doing.
Oh, no, I did not do it at all.
But I did create a pretty kick-ass website.
That's your website?
I thought you were a computer genius?
I remember it being cooler than this.
But in my defense, I was drinking a lot of bathtub gin in those days.
"Jackson Fernwood."
Explains how Luther recognized him.
You wrote a manifesto?
Yes. And that's what Luther was quoting?
"Nature, the gentlest mother, impatient of no child, the feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild."
Emily Dickinson?
Oh, I have no idea. It's Dickinson.
Okay, Harvard, jeez.
Yeah. Wow.
I got tired of writing all this stuff, so I wrote a program to write it for me.
Basically it's an algorithm that scours the Internet for anything remotely ecological, whips it up, spits it out as propaganda.
You wrote an artificial intelligence plagiarism bot.
Yes, I did, and then I got bored with it and moved on.
Well, apparently it's still spitting.
And someone has co-opted this site to inspire t*rror1st att*cks.
This just doesn't stop at Luther.
He said something today about, "The New York parasites will burn."
Something else is coming.
Okay, we'll I.D. anyone who frequented Rich's site, or bought carbon offsets.
Jane, we should get going if we're gonna make your appointment.
I want to stay and help.
Jane, it's fine. That's important.
This research is gonna take us a while.
Okay.
You sure you're up for this?
If there's even a 1% chance this could save me, I gotta try.
But yeah, I'm scared.
Don't be.
You're the strongest person I know.
You will beat this.
What if I can't?
Hi there.
Okay. Now, I believe you were made aware you won't be given any anesthesia for this procedure.
It interferes with the accuracy of the examination.
Yeah, I'm aware.
I'll be inserting a needle into your spinal column to obtain some fluid.
I'll need you to stay very still.
You'll feel a burning sensation and pressure on your vertebrae.
And for 24-hours after...
Headaches, nausea, fatigue.
They told me.
Hey.
Don't look at them. Look at me.
I'm gonna be here the whole time.
I'm not gonna ask you again, Reade.
You said that already.
All right, my turn.
Don't be stupid.
She will t*rture you.
She doesn't care about you.
She doesn't care about me.
She just wants the password.
Was any of it real for you?
It was real for me.
Was this entire thing a lie?
Did you ever love me?
Yeah.
I've always loved you.
Does that make it better?
Would you rather that I didn't?
That I'd never let anyone get close, and you're no different?
Whatever gets us the password and out the door, that's the answer.
Actually, I think this is.
What the hell are you doing?
You said to use what's important to him.
You seem pretty important.
If you don't want your girlfriend's brains on you, you'll give me that code.
Hey, so while you were gone, we I.D.'d everyone who bought into Rich's eco scam.
And this is Daniel Katzovich.
Katzovich was a client of yours?
He was not a bad dude at the time.
Who is this guy?
He's the head of ELM, the Eco Liberation Movement.
They bombed Providence Paper Mill, k*lling 40 union workers, torched Polivy Heating Oil, another 12 dead.
All their att*cks have one aim-- destroy those who destroy the Earth.
How is Daniel still at large if he's responsible for att*cks like these?
Nothing ties to him directly.
You didn't just inspire one guy, Rich.
You inspired an entire t*rror1st group.
No, my algorithm did.
My algorithm inspired a t*rror1st group.
That doesn't sound any better, I'm sorry.
Daniel must have taken Rich's manifesto and used it as the foundational doctrine for ELM.
He always seemed a little too into it, you know?
He was one of the only clients I actually met with in person.
He bought so many credits, I took him out to this vegan restaurant.
Not important. Fair enough.
What is it?
After Luther k*lled Dr. Miller...
Oh, excuse me.
...I wrote a program to sort through her e-mails, hoping to ascertain motive.
Dr. Miller was a member of ELM.
Why would Luther k*ll one of his own?
Looks like she wanted out.
Why? Another attack or... ?
She was stockpiling white phosphorous.
White phosphorus starts fires which can't be put out.
It's so deadly it's banned in w*r.
She was hoarding the stuff for months, but two weeks ago ELM seized her stash.
So Luther was the clean-up guy.
Made sure she didn't talk.
"New York is a scourge..."
"Today the parasites burn..."
ELM is going to deploy that white phosphorous somewhere in New York.
Today.
I'm gonna count down from five.
Five... four... Reade, please.
Oh, what, I'm supposed to save you now?
I don't even know you.
Three... She's serious.
Two... All right, stop!
Okay, don't k*ll her. I'll give you what you want.
I stand corrected.
You were useful after all.
Katzovich has a multi-acre compound in Long Island.
So we storm the place.
We'll bring him in for questioning.
No, I mean, if the white phosphorus isn't at the compound, then a raid could trigger an attack.
So you got a better idea?
Well, I'm apparently still beloved to these folks.
What if I was your ticket inside?
What? That's not the worst idea.
Okay then, we're going undercover.
I'll stay in the truck with Keaton.
Bring me to my people.
I told you not to disturb me.
Jackson Fernwood is here.
Hmm.
Jackson, I can't believe it.
It's been... Years.
My goodness, you look good.
Come to me, Dan-Dan.
And you are? Um...
This is Wendell.
Wendell, his assistant.
Well, more of a servant, really.
But who among us is not a servant to Mother Gaia?
Don't push it, Rich.
So you've continued your environmental work?
We haven't heard from you in quite some...
Continued?
No, my dear.
I've increased it.
When you disappeared, we reached out, but... we never heard back.
Say you got rid of your phone.
I had to abandon my "Smartphone."
I don't need Instagram telling me where to find my free-trade coffee.
And your e Yes, and snail mail.
Don't get me started on the USPS and the rampant waste of paper.
Easy.
We assumed you'd lost devotion to the cause.
No, no.
Opposite, opposite.
Time to prove your bona fides. Tell them you're--
I've been on the offense, making some big moves.
Like? Fires.
You're gonna have to be more specific.
Starting fires.
All right, site the Northern California fires that burned down the tract homes.
They never figured out how it got started.
For example, the ones in NorCal.
We were responsible for that one.
Why come back now if you're doing so well without us?
Well, humbly I've returned to help.
Kurt, pad his ego. He's a narcissist.
And to learn.
Jackson hasn't stopped talking about you, Daniel, and... what we've done is-- is nothing compared to what you've achieved with ELM.
I wouldn't say "nothing," Wendell.
I would.
This compound is legendary, all thanks to you.
Well...
Let me show you around.
We have 18 acres of organic gardens, water purification system.
And an absolutely breathtaking view.
Although I'm not really a beach person myself, I find once the sand gets in your swim--
The ocean's location is strictly strategic.
Between operating our own wind farm and the state-of-the-art solar panels, we make 100% of our energy.
My truck even runs on vegetable oil.
So it's a completely independent commune.
In every sense of the word, yes.
That doesn't look very communal.
Okay, I'll buy you some time.
Daniel, I'd love to meet your members of your movement, if that's possible.
Jackson Fernwood, you're heard of me, of course.
Hello, hello.
How you feeling?
Hanging in.
Been wanting to ask you something.
Yeah.
I know it's crazy, but...
I want to see Shepherd.
One last time.
Why?
After what she's done to you?
I want to interrogate her.
See if she knows anything about a cure.
You think we haven't done that?
Come on, you think I want you dead?
You and I have come a long way, Jane.
I haven't done it.
She might admit something to me that...
She doesn't know anything.
I have other reasons for wanting to see Shepherd.
I'm dying.
Do you understand that?
I don't know how much time I have.
And you want to spend it with a monster?
I need to see her.
Look, I'm sorry, Jane, but the CIA doesn't use black sites to host family reunions, okay?
So the answer's no. No?
I know all about what you do there.
I know what it feels like to not see the sun for months, to feel like you're losing your mind.
Now, my memory might be shot, but I remember everything you did to me.
And you don't think you owe me one?
And this is the favor you want to call in?
I'll take you up tomorrow.
Shepherd could be in any one of the five sites on the Eastern seaboard.
How far is the drive?
I, um, I have more doctor's appointments in the city.
We'll be back by the afternoon.
There's a locked garage. I'm heading to it now.
Be ready to move in.
I'm in... but I don't have a lot of time.
Do you have eyes on the white phosphorous?
No, got my eyes on a lot of empty boxes.
Hang on.
And some sort of EMP device.
I'll send you a photo now.
Got 'em.
Could be for disabling communication at the bombing target to prevent calls to first responders.
I got three barrels here.
They do have some sort of white residue on them.
That would be the white phosphorus.
Be careful. It's highly reactive.
Their stockpile was here.
These boxes have labels on them.
For drones.
Empty drone boxes and empty barrels of white phosphorus.
They're planning an air strike.
So this was the assembly point.
And we can't just evacuate one building.
No, the whole city will be under attack.
I'm sorry, I heard "air raid"?
The white phosphorous isn't there anymore.
It looks like it's being prepped for aerial distribution.
Okay, we need to get the hell outta here right now.
Actually, you need to find the launch site.
Rich, have you seen any maps or plans--
You don't think I would have mentioned that already?!
Can you get on Daniel's phone?
Oh, yeah, I'll just tell 'em I need to call my friends at the FBI!
Rich, calm.
Okay, okay, you know what, I can do that.
He's been on his phone a lot today.
He's probably been communicating with whoever's overseeing the launch. Yeah.
Weller, I'm sending you an upload link now.
Once Rich has the phone, swap the SIMs and import the data. Got it.
"Once Rich has the phone," like that's the easy part!
Download's almost finished.
You're in way over your head, aren't you?
Let's look at the people you run with.
You worked with Blake because she was easy to control, but Madeline's a different story, isn't she?
Not your job to worry about me anymore.
I'm not worried about you because it's my job.
It's written all over your face.
Madeline is vicious and erratic, and you're afraid.
I told you...
I don't work for Madeline.
You might have gotten what you wanted this time, but what happens the next, when you can't deliver?
You think she's gonna have your back?
It's not too late, you can come in, I'll cut you a deal.
But you gotta do it now.
You go any further across this line, then I can't help you, Tasha.
Thank you for your cooperation, and your insight into my coworker.
I wonder what our boss would think about your generous offer.
How can I know that you won't rat us out to save yourself?
Because he's lying.
Even if you wanted help, if I step one foot in the FBI, there's a good chance I'll never see sunlight again.
Isn't that right, Assistant Director?
Smart girl.
Good-bye, Reade.
Daniel, I must ask, I've been staring at it all day.
Where did you get this shirt?
Get it?
We don't buy what we don't have to.
Ah, yes.
The wasteful practices of the textiles industry.
It's really the shipping companies who do the most damage. We made this.
Of course you did.
We have an onsite loom.
Onsite, really? May I touch?
It's just got such an inviting sort of feel to it.
It's silk or a kind of cotton?
You think I don't know what you're doing?
You had a reputation for seducing followers.
But I'm not a follower anymore, and I'm not interested.
Understood.
Sorry to interrupt, sir.
Daniel, where's your bathroom?
Down the hall, door on the left.
Okay, thank you.
If it's yellow, let it mellow.
I've got his SIM card.
I'm transferring it to my phone now.
Put it on "do not disturb" and start the upload.
It'll take about six minutes.
So, about this loom...
Excuse me.
Landline... it's pretty old-school.
What, is he gonna listen to a Walkman next?
Remember those?
What do you mean, you just called?
When?
Daniel's a little on edge.
Understood. I'm gonna go check on Wendell.
My phone's missing. Where's Jackson?
He just stepped out.
And his friend? I don't know.
That was the bombing team.
They've been trying to call.
Find them now!
And activate the EMP.
If they're cops, we can't let them get word out.
Okay, bail out, bail out, we're burned!
Rich?
Rich?
Rich! You copy?
Hey!
Stop!
Are you okay?
Yeah. Thank you.
Comms are fried, they must have used the EMP.
Where's Rich?
I told you I didn't trust the timing of him showing up again.
The feds must have gotten to him.
If I ever see Jackson again, he's a dead man.
Guys...
I'm with Daniel in the truck, can you tail us?
Guys?
Guys?
We had the building secured, but Daniel made his own exit.
How the hell did that happen?
Through an unmarked easement in the back woods.
Rich is gone, too.
What?
I got something off Daniel's phone.
Yeah, hang on, I'm putting you on speaker.
The EMP blast prematurely terminated the upload, but I was able to retrieve his last incoming texts.
What do they say? A bunch of scary stuff, but more importantly, they originated in Brooklyn, Greenpoint, to be exact.
Okay, Patterson, Greenpoint is three square miles.
I'm working on getting you a more precise location.
We're heading there now.
Send us the exact coordinates when you get them.
Let's move.
Get them in the air now, let's go.
Whoa.
I'm a nimble gazelle. I'm a nimble gazelle.
Okay.
Roadside Service Center.
What's your emergency?
Yes, hi, I'm trying to thwart a domestic terror plot.
Could you please connect me with the New York branch of the FBI?
Just tell 'em it's Rich, they'll know who that is.
Sir, prank calling an emergency operator is a serious offense.
No, no, no, I'm-- seriously, I'm with the FBI.
Seriously, this is illegal. I'm hanging up.
Wait, wait, wait. Hold on, please.
What if you're wrong, huh?
Think about that just for a second.
I mean, you know, the call is being recorded, I assume, and I don't wanna put this on you, but...
Hello?
Okay.
How much longer? Two minutes, tops.
Stop what you're doing right now!
What the hell are you doing?
I'm saving the planet.
No, we're saving the planet.
Daniel, I have the conch now.
It's my time to talk.
I built something beautiful, peaceful.
A true collective, united by our shared love of Mother Earth.
You really think setting Manhattan on fire is gonna be good for the environment?
I mean, it's mostly garbage, right?
Exactly. No, I mean literal garbage.
Like litter, rubbish, trash, et cetera.
And setting it on fire's not gonna be good for the ozone layer, am I right?
Do you know how many over-consumers populate Manhattan?
I wanna say eight million, give or take?
Fires are a natural part of a forest's life cycle.
From the ashes of Manhattan, a new, natural city will grow.
I don't see how that's possible.
Take him out!
Everyone out! Everyone out!
Cover me! Go, go, go, go! Go!
Jane! Come to us, now!
Jane!
My back spasmed!
I got her.
Oh... you are kidding me.
Move it!
Kurt...
Jane...
Stay with him.
Come on, Keaton. Hang on.
I got the controls.
You're dealing with WY802 drones, you're gonna need to toggle...
It's a remote control, Patterson, I got it.
Right, yes. Super user-friendly.
Ah, no!
Freeze.
You got the right to remain silent.
And the right to apologize for turning a perfectly good online scam into a t*rror1st organization.
You like the Earth so much, why don't you get down on the ground and kiss it?
Smoochie-smoochie.
Come on, you've seen "Cops," you know how this goes.
Come on, Keaton. Stay with me.
Hey... you're gonna call my wife and kid, okay?
No, you're gonna call them yourself.
Keaton?
No... no...
I've been calling you guys.
Zapata's in Manhattan, we need to find her.
What do you mean?
What happened to your eye?
I just spend the entire day with her tied to a chair.
Like an S&M thing, or... ?
She broke into my home!
I'm getting sick and tired of Keaton telling us he's gonna handle it.
He damn well better share some intel with us, and we're gonna find her, now.
What?! What is it?
Keaton was shot today in the field.
He's in a medically-induced coma.
They're not sure he's gonna make it out.
All right.
Patterson, send out a nationwide FBI alert with a focus on the tri-state, and send forensics over to my place. She wasn't alone.
I'm gonna need the two of you to do a digital analysis on the servers.
I think she just accessed them.
But those are unhackable. I know, I...
I let her on. I didn't have a choice.
Okay.
We'll figure out what she took or gave us.
Jane...
I'm so sorry, but you're not a match for this treatment.
Are you sure there's no... ?
Unfortunately, the results were conclusive.
Your body would reject this form of stem-cell therapy.
I'm truly sorry, I wish there was something we could do to help you.
I'm so sorry.
We're going to find a cure.
Roman did it.
Okay.
So, uh...
That's it.
I'm-- I'm gonna die.
Don't say that. Why?
Right now there isn't a cure for me.
Jane... And I thought that this might actually work, that I'd have a real shot at beating this.
You do. We're not finished yet.
There were so many things I wanted to do, things that I needed--
You will.
We will.
We're going to figure this out.
And what if we don't?
What if we can't?
Come here.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Stop looking into Violet.
Okay, but I--
I shouldn't have second-guessed Allie.
She's got a lot on her plate, and she doesn't need me being paranoid.
Look, I don't know what's going on between you two.
But I already looked into Violet.
And she is... no Girl Scout.
Violet's aliases have aliases.
She's the queen of the black market.
She can get you anything from... surface-to-air missiles to dr*gs to human organs.
Anything for the right price.
Are you okay?
I mean, I know Allie missed it, but she should be happy you found this for her, right?
Yeah.
Hey.
Uh... arnica gel.
It'll help with the bruising.
You should go home.
I'm not leaving here until I find her.
I'm not sure that's real.
She couldn't have just disappeared again!
Ugh...
I have teams combing the city, every port, every airfield.
I just need to stop her before she hurts anyone else.
My contact at the CIA says it's a day trip.
Shepherd has to be at the Rowayton black site.
I'll start prepping the breakout.
What took you so long?
There was a delay getting onto Reade's computer, but we got what we needed.
Better late than never, I suppose.
There's something else you should see.
It's in the trunk.
What was that all about?
She was MI-6, an undercover agent in your inner circle.
I did some digging.
It's all there.
Official dossier from the UK.
I was advised there might be a mole.
I was worried it might be you.
When this is over, your loyalty won't be forgotten.
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