02x11 - Droll Autumn, Unmutual Lord

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Previously on "Blindspot"...

I got the chance to start over again.

Now, you will too.

Shepherd is planning something that Roman knows about.

That is how we bring down Sandstorm.

Nas: It's a phone that my source at Sandstorm managed to get to our dead drop.

Relax. Please.

What are you doing?

How does it look?

Weller: Sandstorm did a practice run.

Oh, my God. Look at her neck.

It's an extra tattoo.

Why the hell would Sandstorm remove that one?

boy: Let me out! Let me out!

boy: No, please, no!

Will you k*ll your rabbit now?

That's what I thought.

No! Let me out!

The guard said you didn't eat dinner last night.

I'm not hungry.

You've been saying that every day for the last two weeks.

I can bring you something different.

Anything you want.

Did you have that same memory again?

The orphanage?

I can't get out.

I just wanna get out and... go home.

Wherever that is.

I know what it's like to feel trapped.

Then get me outta here!

What are you doing here?

I thought you had a doctor's appointment with Allie.

Just made a little detour to see where you've been sneaking off to every morning.

Oh, I'd hardly call it sneaking.

You're a very heavy sleeper.

(chuckles) Am I?

Yeah.

If you're considering going in there, you're a lot more Hindu than I am Catholic.

I'm waiting for word from my inside source.

From Sandstorm?

I thought you said they went dark before Jane showed up.

They did. But before that, they sent me coded messages through this marquee.

I still check it every morning.

Your source might have been b*rned.

I don't think it's very safe to keep coming here.

There's a Hindu goddess called Kali who rampages through the world destroying demons.

She means well, but eventually, she goes mad with bloodlust and almost destroys the world.

That sounds like Shepherd.

Until we stop her, it's not safe anywhere.

And right now, we've got practically nothing to go on.

I can't afford to stop coming here.

Come on, you'll be late.

(electricity crackling)

I missed it, didn't I?

Yeah, we just finished.

I didn't think you'd make it.

There's a lot going on at work.

It's okay. Conor came.

He made all the right faces at the parts that men can't handle about pregnancy.

Conor chuckling: Yeah.

Um, Conor, can we have a minute?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll go... I'll go get an Uber.

Okay.

Thanks.

I thought you were cool with Conor coming to these.

I am. That's... that's not it.

It's... our baby.

And I hate missing these things.

Yeah, I... I need to talk to you about that.

You don't have to say it.

I'll do better. I promise.

I won't miss another one.

Hey! Welcome back.

Hey.

Are you feeling back to normal?

Pretty much. What'd I miss?

Not much... turns out Borden's a mole, Jane's brother's a prisoner downstairs, and they caught that rat in the locker room.

They caught my boy, Whitey Bulger?

(sighs)

Tasha, I was on pain meds. My head was cloudy.

I know, I know.

We're cool, right?

100%.

I'm gonna go check on Patterson...

I gotta catch up on these files.

Reade's back.

Yeah? How's he doing?

I think the time off did him some good.

I'm not taking time off.

Shepherd tortured you, your boyfriend sh*t you, then tried to lethal injection you.

I think you're entitled to a couple of sick days.

You been working on this leopard tattoo for two weeks... maybe Sandstorm left it off of Jane's body because it is a dud.

Or maybe they realized it left them exposed.

All right. You gotten anywhere?

No. Zero progress.

I just... I have this piercing headache, and I can't seem to think straight.

"For extreme fast-acting pain relief."

Yeah, none of those words are accurate.

Okay, here's an idea. Go home.

Seriously.

(tablet pinging)

Oh, we got a hit.

On the leopard?

No.

Something else.

You have to.

Keeping Roman in that cage is t*rture.

The alternative is Pellington handing him over to the CIA.

You know what they would do.

Put him under guard at a safehouse, you did it for me.

Roman is not you, Jane, all right?

He helped k*ll 12 FBI agents.

He nearly k*lled Nas and Reade.

Look, that was before Jane wiped his memory.

After that, he took out four Sandstorm operatives without batting an eye.

The only thing that he seems to remember is how to k*ll.

Shepherd is still out there, preparing to execute Phase Two, a catastrophic att*ck we still know nothing about, and Roman is our only solid lead.

And we will continue interrogating him until he recovers actionable memories!

And you won't get any, because as long as he's locked up in that cage, the only thing he's going to remember is that cell in the orphanage.

Kurt, the only way I got my memories back was through action, outside in the field.

Jane, I'm not letting him out.

I might know someone who can help, okay?

A criminal profiler I used to work with at the NSA.

I could ask her if she'd be willing to work with Roman, try to knock something loose.

I work with him every day.

If anyone could get him to remember, it would be me.

Let's get some fresh eyes on this, that's all I'm saying.

All right, see what you can do, Nas.

Patterson's got something.

All right, these torus tattoos are like fraternal twins, mostly similar.

But if you look closely at the differences and drop them into a grid, the symbols create an alphanumeric sequence. I found 11 grids worth.

Well, you showed us this the first time you cracked it.

That's a shipping container ID.

Hey!

Reade with a three-pointer fresh off the bench.

I flagged it back then, and finally got a hit.

The container offloaded at the Red Hook Terminal.

So, Sandstorm wanted us to keep an eye out for this container.

What was in it?

Not what. Who.

Two whos, to be precise.

They tried to scramble the security cameras, but I was able to reverse the signal interference.

I can't ID the younger guy, but the older one...

Is that...?

Reade: Anton Stepulov.

Weller: No, that's impossible. He's dead.

The drone strike took him out a year ago.

According to this, he's alive and well and somewhere in Brooklyn.

Stepulov's Dabbur Zann's number two.

They call him the mastermind.

He orchestrated the campus massacres in Santiago.

And the Oslo newspaper bombing.

Not to mention the Black Sea incident where the Dabbur Zann almost, you know, beheaded you guys.

So, it's safe to say he's not here for "Hamilton" tickets.

The last time the Dabbur Zann was in the US, they tried to detonate a suitcase nuke.

Stepulov's basically their leader, he wouldn't risk crossing a border unless it really mattered.

Weller: If he's here, he's planning something big.

And it looks like it's about to go down.

♪♪

Hey, no increased chatter about Dabbur Zann activity in the US, but forensics found traces of nitroglycerin inside the container.

That's a down and dirty way to make expl*sives.

So, you think Stepulov smuggled in a b*mb?

That'd be my guess. First, we have to ID his target before he strikes.

We tracked down the company that paid the freight on Stepulov's container.

It's buried in a web of shell companies.

Long story short, the same people wired $250,000 to a woman in Baychester last week.

Arlene Turner.

Zapata: Single, no criminal record.

Not so much as a library fine.

How does a woman like that get tied up with someone like Stepulov?

She's homegrown. She can blend in.

And the Dabbur Zann has been increasing their recruitment of Americans.

Let's bring her in for a chat.

How do you know Anton Stepulov?

Who?

The Dabbur Zann t*rror1st that wired you a quarter of a million dollars.

What's he paying you for?

Well, no, this is... this money is life insurance.

My brother Paul, he had kidney disease.

He d*ed in the hospital last week.

Last time I saw him, he kept talking about how his death would have so much meaning.

Did you ask him what he meant?

He was on a morphine drip, saying all kinds of things.

You said he d*ed in the hospital.

Did you see the body?

No. I wa...

The hospital called and told me that he had passed.

By the time I had gotten there, he had already been taken to the morgue.

You think she's telling the truth?

Partly. Paul Turner was a patient at Edgewater.

Their system logged a notice of death.

But this is really weird.

Someone also signed a form to transfer him to a private hospital.

So, he left there alive.

A terminally ill man tells his sister his death will have meaning, then secures a major payday from the Dabbur Zann?

You think the Dabbur Zann could have been paying him to be a su1c1de bomber?

I wanna know who took Paul Turner from that hospital.

Yeah, on it.

(beeping)

What's this?

Well, when my memory was wiped, I was...

I was a complete mystery, even to myself.

And... someone, uh... told me to start with small choices, like coffee or tea.

Looks like you chose for me.

Well, you like coffee with as much sugar as it'll hold.

(chuckles) I know you.

So... unlike me, you don't have to start from scratch.

Did our mother love us?

I think so. In her own way.

Then why would she wipe my memory?

Um... maybe... maybe she thought it was the only chance she had left to get you back.

The hospital log shows four people visited Paul Turner.

One of them used an alias, and his last visit was on the same day the hospital told Arlene her brother d*ed.

So, this guy took Turner.

I looked through the security footage, and I found someone taking Turner away in a black Tahoe.

Did you run the plates?

Did I run the plates? Two minutes ago, it passed through a tollbooth coming out of the midtown tunnel on its way to the BQE.

Reade: That's ten minutes from here.

So, Turner could be in that car with Stepulov and whatever b*mb he smuggled into this country.

Let's move.

(tires screeching)

Get out of the car!

Get out of the car! Show me your hands and get out of the car.

Zapata: Hands up.

Weller: Anton Stepulov... you're under arrest.

Both of you, keep your hands where I can see 'em.

You've been here for three months.

How much longer are you gonna make us do this to you, Jane?

Nooo!

What are you doing here?

Lower your g*ns. Everyone, just lower your g*ns.

What are you doing? Are you working with him?

Yeah, so lower your w*apon. He's a guest of the CIA.

Weller!

It looks like they have a bioweapon.

Everyone back!

Just relax!

Everyone, just relax. It's not a w*apon.

It's a human heart.

This is the man who tortured me at the black site.

Enhanced interrogation. He knows.

Kurt and I go way back, don't we, buddy?

I thought you said you didn't know anything...

I didn't, Jane. We met in Bulgaria.

How exactly is Stepulov a guest to the CIA?

That young man is Henrik, Stepulov's son.

He was born with a bad ticker.

He needs a transplant, or he'll die.

The nitroglycerin, it was heart medication.

The shipping containers, the shell companies, they're CIA.

So, you m*rder*d Paul Turner for his organs.

Okay, easy. Turner was dying.

He donated his heart, we provided for his family.

You didn't answer my question.

Okay, look, I've been baiting Stepulov for months.

A heart for Henrik in exchange for actionable intel.

I thought we didn't negotiate with t*rrorists.

She is adorable.

Stepulov finally gave me something.

A Dabbur Zann att*ck on New York, tonight at 6:00 p.m.

But he won't give up the target until Henrik's out of surgery, so we're kind of on a clock here, pal.

No, Kurt, you can't trust him.

Oh, does the FBI wanna tell that to the thousands of Americans whose lives are at stake?

You're on US soil. That's FBI jurisdiction.

Our building has a first-class medical suite.

We do the surgery there.

All right, that's fine, man.

You can be the boss.

Stepulov's under guard in the waiting room.

But he's still not talking till his son's out of surgery.

Reade: Are we seriously gonna sit on our hands while the Dabbur Zann plans to k*ll thousands of people tonight?

We took Stepulov's phone and laptop when he arrived.

If we can cr*ck 'em, maybe we can get a lead on the att*ck.

Weller: Okay, Patterson will run point on that.

Reade, Tasha, have another cr*ck at Stepulov, see if he'll talk now, okay?

You know, I think I should go help Patterson, too.

Okay, fine. Go help her.

Keaton, you work out of here.

We never got to finish what you started in Oregon.

What I started?

I don't hurt people unless I have to.

I'm not like you.

Says the daughter of the biggest domestic t*rror1st in American history.

You think that I wanted to be there?

Do you know how many of my daughter's basketball games I've missed?

Dinners with my wife?

I'd rather be doing anything than interrogating you.

(scoffs) Interrogating me?

You tortured me, held me c*ptive without charge.

I was ordered to extract intel from an enemy combatant.

It wasn't personal. You people around here, you don't seem to know the difference.

And you are still responsible for your actions.

My actions... don't officially exist, any more than you do.

We're just blacked out lines in some government report.

How can you work with Keaton after what he did to me?

We don't have a choice.

Yeah, he just lectured me about not having a choice when he tortured me.

I don't like it, either.

And for the record, I almost snapped his neck when I found out.

I didn't know.

Thank you.

For what?

Almost k*lling someone in cold blood?

This is Dr. Karen Sun, the profiler I told you about.

I'm keen to assess your prisoner.

You mean, the patient.

You're obviously the sister. I read the file.

Well, then, you know what the patient is capable of.

It's not my first dance with a k*ller.

Nas: Karen is board certified in psychiatry with a specialization in PTSD.

Can you unblock memories?

My methods tap the connection between the mind and body in highly traumatized individuals.

I'm confident I can.

I'll take you to get started.

I'd like to sit in.

Roman trusts me.

No.

Your presence will contaminate the process.

Jane, look, your brother is in very good hands.

I promise you.

Hey, I thought you could use a break.

Yeah, this guy is all stare and no talk.

I'm gonna check on Patterson.

Jane: Okay.

How's my son?

Still in surgery.

You wanna capture a real t*rror1st, put your handcuffs on this man Keaton.

Can't say I disagree.

(sighs) To use a man's son like this, unforgiveable.

Well, you didn't have to say yes.

Really?

On top of his illness, Henrik has situs inversus.

His heart is on the wrong side of his body.

Do you know how many surgeons can do a transplant like this?

Keaton found her.

My son is not Dabbur Zann.

He deserves a life.

(sighs)

One he chooses.

What's your name?

Jane.

What's the worst thing that can happen to a man, Jane?

To lose a child.

(phone beeping)

Henrik?

Another case.

Henrik just d*ed on the operating table.

Jane: So, now what?

The Dabbur Zann att*ck is scheduled for 6:00 p.m. tonight.

We just lost our only leverage.

Once Stepulov finds out his son's dead, he'll never give us the intel on the att*ck.

Keaton: We have to lie.

We'll tell him Henrik's in recovery, he's too weak for visitors.

No, he won't accept that, he already doesn't trust us.

Doesn't trust you.

We have nothing else to offer.

Look, he'll figure it out eventually.

And when he does, he'll blame us.

Tasha, Reade, go check in with Patterson.

Jane, Keaton, let's go and have a talk with Stepulov.

Over? Is he okay?

I want to see him now. Take me to him...

Hey, hey, hey. He's in recovery, all right?

We did what we promised.

Now, you need to keep your end of the bargain.

Yeah, sure, sure.

Yeah.

I want to see him first.

Look, he's in isolation, okay?

These kinds of transplants, they can challenge...

Your son d*ed.

He had a stroke during surgery.

They did everything that they could.

His body just shut down.

I'm sorry.

No.

No. No. No, we... we came here because you...

Stop, stop it.

You go to your doctor...

Easy.

...and you make him save him!

Understand?

Stop.

No!

Stop!

She tried her best.

Your son was very sick. I'm... I'm sorry.

I know that you loved him.

But what would he do in this situation?

You told me that Henrik wasn't a part of your group, so I'm guessing... his ideals aren't like yours.

Please.

Tell us where the att*ck is going to happen.

For him.

You m*rder my son.

Then you expect me to help you?

Hm?

Tonight... at 6:00 p.m., this city will feel my pain.

And there is nothing you can do to stop it.

We cracked Stepulov's phone, he sent a coded text message when the ship reached port.

And we assume it went to one of the Dabbur Zann associates.

What'd it say?

We're still not sure, but the phone on the receiving end was at an industrial block on Kent and Sixth.

Reade: They could still be there.

Let's go.

No.

It's my case.

Stepulov was your case. So you stay here.

Try to get him to talk when he cools down.

Let's move.

I should meet Roman alone.

Look, I want to be there in case he remembers something important.

When have I ever kept relevant intel from you?

(beep)

Hello, Roman.

My name is Karen.

The people here have asked me to speak with you, help you recall your past.

I already told them everything I remember.

The cell in the orphanage, can you tell me about it?

I'm not saying another word until I get what I want.

Which is?

Out!

I don't belong in here!

How can you be sure?

You don't know who you are, where you're from, or what you've done... maybe you do belong in there.

You have one, single paralyzing memory of being stuck in that orphanage, and walking out of here isn't going to help.

Let me help you, Roman.

Or stay stuck here in this room, and in your mind.

What happens when Roman finds out that I lied to him?

That I was the one that wiped his memory?

He'll never trust me again.

I'd say getting your memory wiped was the best thing that ever happened to you.

Think about who you were and who you are now.

You got a chance to start over.

And now, Roman does.

This morning, you said Roman wasn't like me.

All I know is Roman is alive because of you.

Whatever hope that he has left is a gift that you gave him.

So, how long you figure it'll be weird between us?

Look, I'm not the one who tried to make out with my best friend, so don't put this on me.

It's not like I'm in love with you or anything.

I was in a bad place. It was stupid.

(chuckling)

So, now, we just gotta work through it.

I'm already through it. Now, can we please stop talking about it?

Weller on radio: All right, guys, we're pulling up now. Patterson traced the Dabbur Zann phone to somewhere in this vicinity.

All right, Tasha, Reade, go around the back.

Start there.

Jane, start through the front.

I'm going around the side.

Excuse me?

Sir!

Sir, stop!

(truck revs)

Uhh!

Weller! Are you okay?

Zapata: What the hell happened?

I'm fine.

That was a pretty big b*mb.

And the Dabbur Zann have a truck that's full of them.

(indistinct chatter)

From the looks of it, this guy's pumping expl*sive gases into the basketballs.

Propane and acetone peroxide.

He must have wired it through an initiator charge on the rack.

That truck was full of those basketballs.

Wherever he's going, he wants to k*ll a lot of people.

Yeah, but why basketballs?

Maybe they're targeting an arena.

There are no NBA or college games tonight.

Patterson, send agents to every major venue.

All right, let's start crossing off potential targets.

Know what's the worst thing that can happen to a man?

It's lose a child.

Wait, didn't you say your daughter plays basketball?

Does she have a game tonight?

Youth League Nationals. At City Rec.

There are hundreds of kids and parents at that tournament.

It's 5:30. We got half an hour before they start setting off those bombs.

This is where your trauma is.

Now, try again.

Go into that room in your drawings.

You were scratching at the door.

Is that how you get out?

I don't know.

Fight or flight is a natural instinct, but you can't do either of them in that cell.

Try again.

I can't do it.

I can feel that room, but...

I ca... I can't.

It's... it's too dark.

k*ll the lights.

(keys jingling)

man: Time's up.

What you got? Another coin?

Give it!

(Kn*fe slashing, boy grunting)

Did you get out?

(whispers) Yeah.

This is payback.

Stepulov's targeting Erin because I used his son as leverage.

No, not just your daughter.

There are hundreds of civilians in there, people from all over the country.

It must have been his plan all along.

And he gave us the time of the att*ck so he could call it off if his son lived, or not if he d*ed... it's a perfect revenge.

Okay, okay, look, we just have to evacuate the building.

No, we don't.

We've still got 20 minutes.

An evacuation could cause panic or make the Dabbur Zann set off the att*ck earlier.

Do you have kids, Weller?

One on the way.

I won't let them hurt my daughter.

I understand.

We'll go in there together, and we'll stop this att*ck, and we'll save your daughter, okay?

(whispers) Yeah.

(phone beeping)

(cheering)

(indistinct chatter)

Stacy, what's going on? My game's not done.

Listen, just keep moving, Erin.

(door rattling)

What's wrong?

It's locked.

(silenced g*nsh*t)

(screams)

Found the girl.

Yes, I understand, alive.

b*mb techs, report to me as soon as you see anything.

Team, stay sharp.

Those racks are rigged with enough expl*sives to bring this whole place down.

Let's go.

Hey.

We gotta find Erin before they do.

You and me will find Erin.

You guys, find the expl*sives.

FBI! Drop your weapons!

♪♪

(machine g*n fire)

Oh, my God. Reade.

Reade: Seven minutes.

All right, Weller, we gotta start evacuating.

Patterson, looks like we're gonna need help here.

(both grunting)

man over PA: This is an emergency announcement. Please evacuate slowly...

Weller: Just stay calm, keep moving.

Where's Erin supposed to be right now?

She should be here, but I have an agent on her.

I texted her from the car to keep Erin safe.

(phone beeping)

Erin?

(crying) Dad!

Erin, are you okay?

He sh*t Stacy, and now he's chasing me.

Tell me where you are, I'll come get you.

Um... I'm somewhere downstairs. I don't know.

Help me.

All right, Erin, we're gonna find you.

But I need you to do what I say, okay?

Do you see any signs around you?

Um, th-there's an exit sign and then one that says "South Court Stairs."

I want you to follow the arrows to the South Court.

We'll meet you there.

Okay.

(both grunting)

(bones cr*ck)

Agh!

Patterson, we don't have time to defuse them all.

We need another way to stop it.

Okay, okay.

Uh, the rack's fitted with a modified cell phone.

An incoming call triggers the expl*si*n.

Um, okay.

If I can k*ll the cell signal, there's no way to set off the b*mb.

90 seconds, how do we stop it?

Patterson: Okay, I have to make sure no one can make a triggering call.

I need to shut down all the cell towers near you.

Shut down the cell towers.

No! We'll lose contact with Erin.

Those bombs go off, Erin and everyone else in here is gonna die, understand?

Give me the phone.

Erin, there's a locker room on your level.

I want you to go in there, lock the door, and don't move.

Okay.

Go.

Patterson, shut 'em down.

(typing furiously)

(electronic beep)

Did it work?

Reade: No phone service.

The bombs are disabled.

(Erin crying)

Erin?

I'm sorry, Daddy.

Stay back, or she dies.

Weller: We can talk.

Stay back or she dies!

Weller: Listen to me.

No one needs to die, all right?

Let her go and we can talk.

I wanna talk to the CIA man, Keaton.

This is his daughter.

I'm Keaton.

You just let her go, man, she's just a kid.

Put Anton Stepulov on an airplane.

When he calls from the ground in St. Petersburg, I will let her go.

Anything else, and she dies.

(crying)

I haven't got a sh*t.

You?

Keaton... what are you doing?

Take any sh*t you can get.

Don't, Keaton. I haven't got a sh*t.

Hey, let me take her place, all right?

I'm a lot more valuable.

I'll walk out of here with you right now.

I'll go anywhere you wanna go.

Stay back! I'll k*ll her!

Okay, put the g*n on me, man.

Put the g*n on me! Come on, put it on me.

We can make a deal, all right?

Just let her go. We can talk.

Erin? It's okay.

Erin, I need you to take one step forward very slowly.

Stop!

(g*nsh*t)

(g*nshots)

(Erin crying)

(whispering) You're okay.

You're okay. It's okay.

Thank you.

I was just doing my job. It wasn't personal.

I put Roman into your MRI machine, and I showed him two sets of images.

Some joyful, like laughing children, and others disturbing... illness, w*r zones.

Unlike a normal brain, Roman's reacted the same to both... neutrally.

His memory's been wiped, his brain's not going to act normal.

a*t*matic reactions like that are engrained early.

Amnesia would not take them away.

Roman's response indicates he's suffering from extreme antisocial personality disorder.

Weller: Can you treat him?

When I was in med school, I spent a summer at an orphanage in Sudan.

The place was even more awful than you can imagine.

Understaffed, undersupplied.

Do you know what I heard the first day I walked into the infant ward?

Silence.

These babies should have been screaming their heads off.

But nobody ever picked them up when they cried, so eventually, they just stopped crying, forever.

Roman suffered something similar at the South African orphanage.

I believe it's destroyed his capacity for empathy... for love.

I grew up in the same place in the same way.

I haven't examined you yet.

Nas: There is good news.

She was able to get Roman to remember something other than the cell.

Well, that's good, I mean, if we keep going that way...

I strongly advise against it.

For every memory that he recovers, Roman relearns his trauma.

That's a real risk for retriggering his psychopathic tendencies.

What are you telling us to do?

Isolate him, in a facility that can care for him properly.

Like a mental hospital?

Yeah.

For how long?

For the rest of his life.

Let's get a drink.

It's my first day back, I'm tired.

Let's get a drink.

All right, just one beer.

Just don't try and make out with me after.

Hey, you're still here?

Ah, just working on the leopard tattoo.

Thought I would take a break.

I heard Dr. Sun was kinda harsh.

She said Roman can't be fixed.

Do you believe her?

She was... very confident.

You know... from a scientific perspective, psychological conclusions are rarely... well, conclusive.

He's my brother.

I know that there's a side to him that she can't see.

But I'm not objective.

Maybe that's the point.

Weller wasn't objective, and he brought out the best in you.

Maybe you can do that for Roman.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to embarrass you.

It just caught me off guard.

Your face coming at me, like...

I was there, we don't need to do the play by play.

We really don't.

(laughing)

You know, you're the only person who thinks you're funny.

Hmm.

You're not even my type anyway.

Too smart or too classy?

Too classy? Really?

Hey, let me get a double.

Thanks.

Look, Tasha, everything that's happened recently...

Jones, the Akkadian, Sandstorm ambush, it... my... my head's been just...

Apology accepted.

All right.

For real.

Now, let's never talk about this again.

Agreed.

Okay.

(chuckles)

Mm.

Tasha: I think someone's checking you out.

♪♪

You ain't lying.

Mm-hmm.

(Death in the Afternoon's "Let's Talk" playing)

Oh, come on, you shutting it down already?

Yeah, guess I'm not used to having you around, it's like twice the work.

(scoffs)

You gonna be okay?

Yeah, I'm... I'm... I'm good money.

He's all yours.

♪ You're never gonna win, no way ♪

Hey.

♪ Oh, okay ♪
♪ I'm running out of things to say ♪

(ringing noise)

Uhh-ugh!

Oh, my God.

Of course.

I got something to show you.

What is this?

You'll see.

Ha!

Ta-da!

Good, huh? This has the highest "Consumer Reports" safety rating.

Extra-firm mattress.

No bumpers.

Uh, this... this... this is too much.

Huh? Well, I don't know.

I like 'em. And this.

We can... we can choose the colors.

All non-toxic, of course.

I like the yellow, but I mean, do you know how many yellows there are?

I got a job offer in Colorado.

It's a promotion, with... with a raise, and, um, Conor put in for a transfer as well.

Look, I know... I know we decided to do this baby thing together, so if you don't want me to take it, I'll...

I'll stay here, I'll turn it down.

(chuckles) Well, I mean... you really wanna move to Colorado?

Well, experience in other offices would give me a sh*t at an executive position someday.

Yeah.

Anyway, you said you wanted me to take a desk job.

Yeah. Yes, I did.

You should take it.

Thank you.

Look, we'll figure this out together, okay?

(chuckles) Yes, we will.

What's going on?

Patterson solved the leopard tattoo.

What? How?

Mancala. It's a game.

You move marbles around in a set pattern... or migraine pills... which is what made me realize Roman has been playing mancala with the sugar cubes.

He's not aware that he's doing it, but mancala's very popular in South Africa.

You must have both played it a lot as children, and it's stuck in his subconscious.

How does that cr*ck the leopard?

If you flip it, some of its spots are like the pockets in a board.

Five different boards, in fact.

Mancala can have an infinite amount of moves.

But the leopard only has three rings on its tail.

So, I tried moving the specs in each board in groups of three until I ran out of moves.

The final pattern across all five boards came out as...

Nas: Braille for a social security number.

Kat Jarrett.

Part of the inner circle of a biker g*ng called the Viper Kings.

We just got her file from the A*F.

Okay, so that's her making some kind of deal.

Wait. Who is that?

Oh, my God.

It's Roman.