02x10 - Nor I, Nigel, AKA Leg in Iron

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Patterson: Previously on "Blindspot"...

Borden: She can't remember who she is, where she came from, nothing before she crawled out of that bag in Times Square.

Nas: Sandstorm is responsible for over a dozen domestic terror att*cks in total.

They're gonna blow up the power grid.

Get out! It's a trap!

(remote beeps)

No!

Nooo!

Got the chance to start over again.

And now you will, too.

You work for them, don't you?

Work for who?

They knew everything!

Please, you have to believe me.

FBI. You're under arrest.

(g*nsh*t)

(grunting)

(g*nsh*t)

Oh, God.

Oh, God... No, no, no.

I'm... I'm sorry. I'm... I'm... I'm sorry.

I never... I never meant...

Don't come near me.

(thud)

(tires screeching faintly)

Hey... Hey, you're okay.

I know you're afraid. It's okay.

Who are you?

I'm your sister, and I'm gonna explain everything, okay?

I just need you to relax.

Where are you taking me?

I'm taking you somewhere safe.

Okay? Somewhere where we can talk.

You sh*t me.

What? No. No, I didn't.

I promise, I didn't...

(tires screeching)

(g*nsh*t)

(truck horn honking)

(tires screeching)

Please, stop, I just need to... no!

(tires screeching)

(grunting)

Don't move. Roman.

Please, I don't want to hurt you.

If you can just come back to the car...

Please.

Gah!

(grunts)

Please, stop.

I am trying to help you.

(both grunting)

Uhh!

Roman!

Roman!

(engine starts)

Roman! Stop!

(tires screeching)

♪ ♪

(whispers) Hi.

The surgeon said everything went great.

How do you feel?

All right, I'm...

I'm good.

I'm good money.

(laughing)

Hey, I think that's the morphine talking.

Are you going through a dry spell?

Oh, shut up.

So you're scheming on guys passed out in the hospital?

Something's wrong, Tasha.

I was worried about you.

Thank you for being here.

Nas: From the moment we entered the compound, there was no cell signal.

We split up just as planned.

The signal returned just before...

Get out! It's a trap!

(expl*si*n)

Just before detonation.

I should've figured this out sooner.

Don't do this, all right?

You got people out.

12 agents are dead, Kurt.

None of us saw that coming.

None of us.

Shepherd...

Shepherd never wanted to destroy the power grid.

No, she wanted to destroy the team.

Yeah, but not all of us.

By faking Allie's emergency, she... she was protecting you.

She wanted you alive, and we need to figure out why.

First, we have to find Jane.

Kurt, I'm... I'm not hopeful.

Shepherd created the perfect trap.

First, she invented a false thr*at and then she used Jane to lure us into the compound.

Because she knew Jane was on our side.

Which means now Jane's expendable.

So Shepherd...

... May have k*lled her.

Or Jane could be playing us... again.

If she wanted to play us, her best move would be to stay in our ranks and funnel intel into Sandstorm.

Jane was... Jane is loyal.

So, Tasha, I want you to put out a APB.

I want every cop in the tri-state area searching for...

Jane: Please, I just need to see if they're okay!

Hey, stop! What are you two doing?

We picked her up in the lobby.

We're just following Pellington's orders.

Get them off her, now.

Jane: I'm so sorry.

Kurt, I'm sorry, I didn't know that it was a trap.

It's okay.

I swear I didn't know.

Hey... we know. We understand, okay?

I just... I thought that Shepherd might've...

Where...

Where's the rest of the team?

Reade had to have emergency surgery.

He's in recovery now.

Jane, we lost a lot of agents.

No, where's Patterson?

Patterson was here during the att*ck.

No, where's Patterson right now?

Talked to her a little while ago.

She went to go check on Borden.

Borden?

Borden is a mole for Sandstorm.

What are you talking about?

He doesn't work for us.

He works for Shepherd.

For how long?

From the beginning.

Shepherd wanted him to monitor you.

So, what, Borden was just dating Patterson for access to intel?

Tasha, try Patterson's cell. I'll try Borden's.

Nas: I can't find their signals.

Look, he must've taken the batteries out.

No, he... he might've taken her to Shepherd.

Every agent in this building will start looking for her.

We'll find her.

Roman might be able to help.

Maybe he knows where Borden could've taken her.

What? You're still in contact with Roman?

While you were raiding the compound, Shepherd had me tied up in front of a projector.

She wanted me to watch you die.

And then she wanted Roman to k*ll me, but he couldn't.

(shouting)

He chose you over her.

So she turned on him.

Jane: But we fought our way out, and then...

But then I...

Then what?

I erased his memory. I ZIP-ed him.

I was trying to do the right thing.

I was trying to bring him back to the FBI.

Where is he now?

I don't know.

When he woke up, he overpowered me, and... I lost him. I'm sorry.

Take a team to Borden's.

I'll send one to Patterson's.

The rest of us, we're gonna look for Roman.

Yeah, I mean, he knows Sandstorm well.

He should know where the fallback safe houses are.

Sorry, hate to state the obvious, but his memory has been wiped.

How is he going to be useful at all?

I remembered things right away. Roman might, too.

Weller: Roman is our best bet.

We get him to talk, hopefully we'll get Patterson back.

If she isn't already dead.

(water running)

(g*n cocks)

Don't move.

It's nice to meet you, Special Agent Patterson.

What? Don't do this.

Do you see this? My son did that.

So I have no time for your misplaced loyalties.

You should've k*lled her yourself.

But you were weak.

No, I was smart.

Look, think of the asset she can be, of the intel she can provide.

If you k*ll her, your judgment's been clouded by emotion, not mine.

You know how I extract information.

Why else do you think I brought her here?

Okay.

I'll get intel from her.

Shepherd: Get on the table.

Where are we on finding Roman?

I'm using Patterson's system to autodial Roman's cell phone every 15 seconds.

But he hasn't picked up.

But we're tracking it?

I tried, but all of my calls keep getting routed through the same cell tower, and that narrows his location down to somewhere in this 30-mile radius.

It's bigger than all of Manhattan.

So no luck on the car that he was driving?

Nothing yet.

What about Borden?

Initial tests confirm that all of the blood at Borden's apartment is Patterson's.

How could Borden do this?

Have we got an APB out on his car?

Yes, but no sign of it yet.

(alarm beeping)

It's Roman, he's finally picking up.

Roman, breathless: Hello?

Roman, please don't hang up, okay?

Who is this?

I'm your sister.

Roman: Are you that woman from the car?

Yes, but I didn't sh**t you, okay?

I want to keep you safe.

Can you tell me where you are?

What the hell happened to me?

I promise, I'm going to tell you everything, but it's gonna have to be in person.

Roman, look in your pocket.

There's a coin in there, it's a very special coin.

I gave it to you when we were little.

How'd you know that?

Because I know you better than anyone, and I know exactly what you're going through right now, and it's hell.

I know that, okay? But I need you to trust me.

Can you describe where you're at?

"The best eggs you've ever had."

What do you mean?

That's the slogan for Loui's.

It's a diner chain.

Hey, Roman, are you in a diner?

Is there... is there anything else you can see?

There are four diner locations and 18 billboards with that tagline in our search radius.

Or maybe a... A landmark?

Uh, 9D 8203 1000.

Roman, I... I don't understand.

Mile marker in Putnam County.

Roman, I'm coming to get you.

Okay, but I need you stay right where you are.

I gotta go.

I'm hungry.

Roman?

He hung up.

All right, you keep working on the Borden angle.

Jane and I will bring Roman in.

Mitch: Shepherd.

Not now.

It's urgent.

(door opens and closes)

Who the hell are you?

How long have you been working for her?

Tell me!

If you had just stayed at the office, none of this would've happened.

I left to check on you.

I guess that's pretty stupid.

But then again, I thought you were my boyfriend.

I know this is hard and impossible to understand.

But everything I have done has been for my late wife.

(chuckling) Wow. That's great.

That's just... what every girl wants to hear as she's being tied to a plank with wire.

Chris lived to help others.

She made lives better all over the world.

She helped build the hospital that she d*ed in.

And it only stood for one month before an unsanctioned American bombing turned it to ash.

The government that m*rder*d her is the same government you work for.

You are on the wrong side.

I am?

I'm sorry.

Your side... sounds really cool.

So you should just go ahead and untie me... because I'm converted.

If I were you...

I would tell Shepherd everything.

(gasping)

Roman: Are you that woman from the car?

It's like he doesn't remember anything.

She must've ZIP-ed Roman.

Jane: Can you tell me where you are?

We have to find him.

(coin rattles)

girl: Are you a pirate?

I don't know.

You're funny. Is that your treasure?

It's shiny.

Do I know you?

Yep, I'm a pirate, too.

(door opens, bell jingles)

Sorry, is my daughter bothering you?

Can I get you anything else?

Some dessert?

(bell jingling)

Sorry, what?

Dessert?

Maybe a slice of pie?

Sir, are you all right?

(door opens, bell jingling)

Take the girl, get out of here.

Go.

man: Hey there, Roman.

Your sister sent me to pick you up.

You know my sister?

She's worried about you.

It's not safe here.

I should wait here for my sister.

I'm gonna take you to her.

Roman, it's fine.

We gotta get you out of here.

Roman, it's all right.

(grunts)

(cries out)

Uhh!

Weller: FBI! Drop your w*apon!

Gah!

(machine g*n fire)

Uhh!

(g*nf*re stops)

When you brought me in, you didn't tie me up and treat me like an animal.

You hadn't just tried to get all of us k*lled.

Reade is in the trauma ward because...

That was Shepherd, not Roman!

All right, enough, you two. We don't have time for this.

Jane's right.

We need Roman's help to find Patterson.

So if we treat him like the enemy...

Which he is.

Yes, but if we treat him like that, he may not cooperate.

Even if he wants to cooperate, what is he going to say?

"I don't remember anything"?

We're here wasting time while Patterson is still...

We're all worried about Patterson.

But right now, the only real lead we have is sitting in that room, so let's just try and focus.

Jane: I wanna go in first.

I can get through to him.

I agree.

And I want to tell Roman the truth.

Everything.

Including that I ZIP-ed him.

You're crazy.

Tasha.

You guys can stay here and talk to the forgetful t*rror1st, but I'm going to go find a real lead.

Jane, you can't tell your brother that you ZIP-ed him.

How can he trust me if I lie to him?

Well, how can he trust you if you don't?

Weller: Think about it, Jane.

When you came out of that bag, how'd you feel about the people that put you in there?

You hated them.

He will hate you for doing this, too.

You have to lie to him.

Yeah, and what if he remembers being ZIP-ed?

Weeks or even years from now, he could realize our entire relationship was based on a lie.

Nas: It's a risk we have to take, Jane.

Otherwise, he will never tell us where Patterson is.

I need you to answer a few questions.

And I need you to untie me.

My guess is we both don't get our way.

I'm gonna get my way.

Dr. Borden, why don't you tell her what this is for?

It's for fine-needle aspiration biopsies.

For taking tissue samples, in layman's terms.

Oh, don't worry.

I... I'd much rather do this the easy way.

So, what does the FBI know about Phase Two?

You know, I know a lot about you.

I know you love your job.

You love solving our puzzles.

And you're good at it. You're gifted.

Behind all the puzzles... Well, all of science, really...

There are two tasks, right?

Observe and analyze.

I bet it would be really hard to make a thoughtful observation if you... say... couldn't hear.

(gasps)

So...

What do you know about Phase Two?

(Patterson shouting)

I'm so sorry about all of this.

Roman, I understand that you're angry.

But I need your help.

A friend of mine is missing, and you may know where she is.

(sniffles) No, I don't.

Everything is empty.

And I know exactly what that feels like.

When I was brought to the FBI, I couldn't remember who I was or what I'd done.

I was empty.

And these people helped me feel full again.

Roman: They took care of you?

Jane: And they're gonna take care of you.

I don't know who I can trust.

You can trust me.

I'm not gonna lie to you.

Roman: Why can't I remember anything?

Jane: Because your memory was erased.

By our mother.

She erased mine, too.

Why? Why would she do this?

Why would she want to hurt me?

Because she's a terrible person.

And when we were little, she took us from an orphanage, and now she is the leader of t*rror1st organization.

Did she take your friend?

A man who works with her did.

I'm sorry.

You can help us get her back.

Borden: Please, tell her what you know.

For your own sake, just...

Stop this, it's inhumane.

Please, a perforated eardrum heals.

Meaning I can do this again and again.

So... answer me this.

What does the FBI know about me?

About my organization?

What do you know about our microchip?

I know you're gonna k*ll me, so just do it already.

I don't want to k*ll you.

I want answers.

And I'm gonna get 'em.

Even if I have to do this a thousand times.

(Patterson screaming)

I'm gonna show you a series of photos.

I need you to tell me if you recognize any of the individuals.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Have you ever seen this woman?

I don't know.

Nas: What about this woman?

What does the FBI know about Phase Two?!

Everything.

I know what you're doing.

I'm answering you. We know everything!

Have you ever seen her?

No.

I don't think so, uh...

I don't know.

Nas: Do you recognize this man?

(Patterson screaming)

Yes, I do.

I recognize him.

Do you know where he is?

Yeah, I, uh...

It's okay, even the smallest memory can...

It's okay. I'll be right back.

You think you can type with nine fingers?

No, enough.

Hey...

Remember why we're here.

What this is all for.

I know this is hard.

But we're saving this country.

(door opens)

What is it?

Mitch is dead. We lost Roman.

(door opens and closes)

Hey. Why'd you leave?

We were making progress. He recognized Borden.

Roman is lying.

What? No, why would he...

The MRI detected it instantly.

Look, he only lied because he wants to help.

He has good intentions.

But good intentions are not gonna find Patterson.

Yeah, but they're a start, and maybe if we...

Maybe if you hadn't ZIP-ed him, we would've had a chance at finding her.

Tasha's got something.

She's in Patterson's lab.

Don't b*at yourself up, Jane.

She's frustrated. We all are.

We're going to find Patterson.

♪ ♪

What do you got?

I got into one of the Sandstorm operative's phones.

Okay, this guy right here, the one Roman "forked"... he texted Borden and 15 others late last night.

But the message... it just looks like spam.

It's in some kind of code.

I tried running it against Patterson's system, but I got nowhere.

So I'd really love your help.

I'll, uh, I'll try my code breaking program.

Knowing Sandstorm, I doubt it'll be a straightforward encryption.

A message of this size could take weeks to cr*ck, and if it needs an outside key, well, be more or less impossible.

Nas: Hang on a minute, where was that book found?

Zapata: Borden's apartment.

Can you zoom in on that?

That's book one of Livy's "Ab Urbe Condita."

Jane said that she'd seen it in Shepherd's office.

Sorry, Jane was reporting Shepherd's reading habits?

Yeah, I insisted on knowing all the details about the compound.

It's a long sh*t, but... this could decrypt with the book cipher.

Can you pull up the text from book one?

Just did.

Okay, wait.

If we convert the entire message to numbers, then have the computer scan the correlating pages looking for any coherent combination of...

It worked!

Got it, 465 Willets Point Boulevard, Queens.

It's an auto shop that belongs to a woman named...

Charly Evon.

Right, let's bring her in.

(indistinct chatter)

Ms. Kamal, I need to speak with you.

Now's really not a good time.

The joint-task force between the FBI and Zero Division is officially disbanded.

Effectively immediately.

What?

You can't do that.

I can.

And I have.

You need to go with these agents.

You no longer work here.

She's not going anywhere.

Yesterday was the single biggest disaster the FBI has had in decades.

You understand that, right?

You had one task: take down Sandstorm.

You failed.

Instead, you led a dozen agents to their death.

Weller: That is not her fault.

Whose fault is it?

I am just as responsible for yesterday as she is.

I know that.

Just consider yourself lucky you didn't lead that raid.

You need to leave the building now.

Understood.

(whispering) Nas. Nas...

I will do whatever it takes to get you reinstated.

I'll talk to the head of the NSA.

Yeah, and they'll deny any knowledge of me and Zero Division.

Just... just go find Patterson, okay?

(metal clanging)

What do you know about...

Shut up!

Are you slow or something?

I think I made it pretty clear I'm not answering any of your questions.

I'm loyal... unlike your children.

First, Jane turned on you, and now it sounds like Roman did, too.

So what makes you think Borden's gonna be any different?

Or any of your other "followers"?

Everyone... will leave you!

Because you're...

Where is he?

I don't know, I never seen him.

Then why did we find his car at your shop?

I don't know.

I'll tell you what we know.

You own an auto shop that barely makes enough to keep the lights on.

And you're a member of a very dangerous t*rror1st organization.

No! No, I'm not.

A federal agent is missing.

So either tell us where he is or spend the rest of your life in a hole.

I provide getaway cars.

That's it.

I am not a t*rror1st.

Did you give him a car?

Yeah... he came in last night.

Make, model, plates... now.

I gave him a 2012 Toyota Corolla.

A white one. I don't know the plates.

You know what? I think we should take her to Gitmo.

Let them take care of her.

I'm telling you I don't know the plates.

Every month I get these unmarked packages.

I just put 'em in the cars.

The drivers pick their plates.

Does the car have any distinctive markings?

It was a regular car.

Swapped parts? Anything?

I think the front passenger door might have had its original paint.

A gold color.

Run it through Patterson's vehicle tracking software.

We have no choice but to k*ll her.

No, I can get the information out of her.

Let me try to...

It's decided!

She's made it very clear that she won't cooperate.

And even if she did, I could never trust her intel.

I want to be the one to do it.

It needs to be humane.

Shepherd: I don't think you're up to it.

Please, let me do this.

Fine. Then meet me back at the bunker.

I found the car... A 2012 white Corolla with a front passenger door in its original gold paint was picked up on a traffic cam on the Hutch.

The car drove into but not out of Ward Acres Nature Preserve.

Nice work. Let's move.

Don't do this.

You won't feel anything, I promise.

(crying) Please... please, don't.

I'll begin with a saline drip to ensure that your IV is working properly.

Next, I'll administer propofol, which will render you unconscious.

(crying) I know that you don't want to do this!

What I want doesn't matter.

I am so sorry.

This isn't who you are. You're not a k*ller.

You don't know anything about me.

I know you.

You... you made me breakfast in bed, and... and...

You didn't need to do that.

You wanted to.

I think that you care about me.

That's why you couldn't k*ll me before and why you can't do it now.

Stop talking!

Do this... and you will become everything you hate.

I don't have a choice.

Yes... you do.

Just like the people who k*lled your wife had a choice.

Just think about her, okay?

What would she want?

You told me that she saved so many people's lives.

Now, you can save mine.

You loved her.

And I know a part you loves me, too.

(voice shaking) You're right.

(alarm beeping)

Is that Shepherd?

Is she back?

Weller: That's his car.

Where's Patterson?

(tires screeching)

(metal clinks)

(debris falling outside)

(grunting)

Good-bye, Patterson.

(straining)

Jane! Jane!

Are you okay?

Weller! Help me get her out.

(grunting)

(screaming) Weller!

Zapata: Her foot's trapped!

Jane: Weller, he's getting away.

No, he's not. I'll get him.

You two get Patterson!

Jane: Patterson?

(panting) Oh, here!

You're okay. We're here now.

Let's get you out of here.

(sobbing)

Jane: Take it easy.

There you go.

Okay, you're okay.

(Patterson gasping)

Uhh!

(grunting)

You can't sh**t me, can you?

Not yet.

Why does Shepherd need me alive?

Why?!

This is Michael Feher.

30 years with the Bureau.

This morning, his body was found under a pile of rubble.

Michael's daughter was supposed to get married this Sunday.

You k*lled him.

No... I didn't do that.

Uh, I don't even know who that man is.

How can you know what you have or have not done?

I thought you couldn't remember anything.

Unless, of course... you do remember.

I don't!

I don't know who I am.

I don't know what I've done.

I don't know anything about what you're saying.

It's a lot to... process, I'm sure.

See, I feel it's my duty to tell you the truth about who you are.

Some people here, they might have treated you like a victim or... like an asset.

But you're neither.

You're the enemy.

Lawrence Manning.

Nicollette Brown.

Kevyn Sierra.

Maria Vanlenz.

The list goes on... and on.

Innocent men and women.

It's not about what you remember.

It's about what you did.

These deaths...

...that's who you are.

You're gonna go with these agents.

And you're gonna answer all their questions.

Where will they take me?

Somewhere... safe.

No, no, no. Please, please, stop!

Just let go of me!

What's going on?

I'm turning Roman over to the CIA to be properly interrogated.

No, you're not.

You have no right to.

Actually, it's Roman who has no rights.

Do you have any idea what they'll do to him?

(grunting)

They will t*rture him day in and day out, just like they did to me.

This is why Roman needs to be interrogated elsewhere.

She has no objectivity...

All right, you hand him over to the CIA, you lose me.

Excuse me?

I'll walk.

He stays, Nas comes back, or... you can find yourself a new Assistant Director.

May I have a word?

Roman, it's okay.

What the hell has gotten into you?

I can interrogate Roman and get information out of him.

So can the CIA.

They don't have Nas.

You don't have Nas.

We need her here.

No one else knows Sandstorm better than she does.

I can't do this without her.

Kurt...

Shepherd is planning something big.

Something that Roman knows about.

Nas and I can get him to talk.

We can capitalize on his connection to Jane.

Look at them.

That is how we get Shepherd.

That is how we bring down Sandstorm.

You really want all of this on your shoulders?

Hm!

Release him.

You get intel from him, or he's gone, and if Nas makes a single misstep, I don't care if it's a clerical error, she's out, and you take the fall.

This goes sideways... it's all on you.

(snorts)

You should put your leg up.

You need to quit fussing over me.

I'm okay.

Hey, macho man... put your leg up.

You would have made a hell of a nurse.

(laughing)

You hungry?

I can make my own Cup o' Noodles.

Okay.

Will you just... Just relax.

Put your leg up, please.

What are you doing?

What's it look like?

You're my best friend.

Exactly.

You know me better than anyone else.

It... it makes sense, Tasha.

We're friends.

That's all.

I'm gonna go.

(door opens and closes)

I thought you might want a warm meal.

Thank you.

This is only temporary.

I promise.

I... I have something else for you.

When did you, uh, start to remember?

Almost right away.

The memories will come.

I'm not sure I want them to.

I know what that's like.

I was so afraid of who I'd been and what I'd done.

But even the most painful memories helped bring me to where I am now.

And I'm going to be here.

Okay?

And I'm gonna help you make sense of everything.

And we are going to figure this out together.

(keyboard clacking)

(knocking)

(loudly) I know, I know.

I should be resting, but I...

I'm not here to lecture you.

What? No, just... You know what?

Don't... don't repeat it, I get it. Rest is important.

I mean, I'm kind of the queen of the all-nighter, but some people I know need their sleep.

(chuckling) No.

Ohh.

I came here... to give you these.

(loudly) They're from the team.

(chuckling)

Ow.

Ow.

Jaw is k*lling me.

Thank you.

If you hadn't found me...

I was really scared.

We all were.

Okay, okay, okay.

I want you to look at something.

No.

Tomorrow. Please.

Just let me do this.

Yes, ma'am.

(sighs) Okay.

How did you find that?

Borden, or, sorry, "Nigel"...

Creeper name... Told me that his wife was k*lled in a hospital that was newly constructed.

I already had a time frame off of Jane's Orion photo and a sense of region based on his wife's wedding ring.

So I cross-referenced all of that against hospital construction dates, and voila.

Dr. Nigel Thornton.

And he didn't even go to a very good medical school.

Nice work.

Now... please get some sleep...

No... I want to run with this.

I want to dig a little deeper.

I want to use the book code on everything in his apartment, Post-its...

How do you know about the book code?

Come on, I read the notes.

I mean, do you even know what this could unlock?

You're right.

Patterson's back at the FBI.

We need to alter our att*ck plan.

Just in case Roman remembers anything.

And what about Weller?

That stays.

He's still crucial to the end game.

(screaming)

(Roman panting)

Patterson: When were you gonna tell me about this?

I'm telling you now.

Here, Nas had an inside source at Sandstorm.

What? How? Wh-Who? Or... of...

All of the questions.

He's been dark for a very long time.

Nas doesn't even know his identity.

But he gave her his phone?

Yeah.

Nas and the team at the NSA have been trying to unlock it, but nobody's been able to get past that home screen.

Okay, uh, have they... tried the book code?

No, not yet.

(sighs) Okay.

I will convert the prompt to its numeric equivalent.

Pull up the old... "Ab Urbe Condita."

(sighs) Okay, that looks very not promising.

Try it.

(beep)

Whoa. Uhh!

I didn't think that was actually gonna... psh.

Damn, I'm good.

Yes, you are.

Weller: What's that?

It's a rough-draft Jane.

How does it look?

Weller: Sandstorm did a practice run.

Patterson: Oh, my God... look at her neck.

It's an extra tattoo.

Why the hell would Sandstorm remove that one?

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